Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
What happened?
No one posts anymore; I'm having hxc VenkSuite withdrawl.
1 truth & 2 lies. Pick the truth.
1. I have an extensive collection of potholders that I've been collecting for the past three years.
2. I get my news from Twitter Trending Topics and what other people have to say about them.
3. I'm actually not afraid of bugs; I just get guys to kill them for me because I like the attention.
1 truth & 2 lies. Pick the truth.
1. I have an extensive collection of potholders that I've been collecting for the past three years.
2. I get my news from Twitter Trending Topics and what other people have to say about them.
3. I'm actually not afraid of bugs; I just get guys to kill them for me because I like the attention.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Dream
So I awoke this morning from a dream which was strange but not too bad.
Neal and I were going camping on campus, in that open area between the gym and Wing. I guess it never happened because next thing I knew, we were at my churchs's "museum" (which doesn't exist) on vacation with his family. This is weird for a lot of reasons:
1. It meant Neal's family was taking a week long vacation to my town but was staying in my Church.
2. They acted like they didn't even know/care that I lived in that town.
3. The man working in the gift shop lived in Paramus.
Then Joe showed up to vacation with us.
Then we were discussing this diorama of an Indian tribe which lived near my church (?) in which they were all on a beach.
Then I was possessed by ghosts and tried to drown myself in a bath tub with feet in the middle of a room that was like a little wooden shed. I was being possessed by ghosts who drowned in a tidal wave that killed all of the Indians. While I was in the water, Joe was trying to break down the door to get to me. I guess he succeeded because I did not drown but I knew the secret of the tidal wave.
Neal and I were going camping on campus, in that open area between the gym and Wing. I guess it never happened because next thing I knew, we were at my churchs's "museum" (which doesn't exist) on vacation with his family. This is weird for a lot of reasons:
1. It meant Neal's family was taking a week long vacation to my town but was staying in my Church.
2. They acted like they didn't even know/care that I lived in that town.
3. The man working in the gift shop lived in Paramus.
Then Joe showed up to vacation with us.
Then we were discussing this diorama of an Indian tribe which lived near my church (?) in which they were all on a beach.
Then I was possessed by ghosts and tried to drown myself in a bath tub with feet in the middle of a room that was like a little wooden shed. I was being possessed by ghosts who drowned in a tidal wave that killed all of the Indians. While I was in the water, Joe was trying to break down the door to get to me. I guess he succeeded because I did not drown but I knew the secret of the tidal wave.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Nice Link.
This is a very nice Web-Site to find Tuppers:
http://stingrays.tripod.com/toymuseum/toytupper.htm
Hope you enjoy this Find!!!
http://stingrays.tripod.com/toymuseum/toytupper.htm
Hope you enjoy this Find!!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
blogging in may
i just wanted to check in w/ blog and attn: neal: please update twitter side bar to my new twitter name (feetlips) so all entiers can be seen by everyone!!!! thanks.
so what is going on in the world??? my life can be summed up in the followin.g
so what is going on in the world??? my life can be summed up in the followin.g
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Personal Reply
Dear ,
I'm sorry to inform you that after careful review of this year's applications, the Institute for Humane Studies Seminar Review Committee is unable to offer you one of the limited places available at our 2009 Summer Seminars. We received a record number of applications this year, and competition was extremely tight. Unfortunately, we are not able to accommodate all the students we would have liked to accept.
I appreciate your application. I hope you have a great summer and that you will apply again next year. You may also want to visit www.theIHS.org to see if there are other IHS programs you may be interested in.
Sincerely,
Amy Phillips
Director of Seminars
Institute for Humane Studies
Nice use of mail merge; thanks for personally informing me that I didn't make the cut.
I'm sorry to inform you that after careful review of this year's applications, the Institute for Humane Studies Seminar Review Committee is unable to offer you one of the limited places available at our 2009 Summer Seminars. We received a record number of applications this year, and competition was extremely tight. Unfortunately, we are not able to accommodate all the students we would have liked to accept.
I appreciate your application. I hope you have a great summer and that you will apply again next year. You may also want to visit www.theIHS.org to see if there are other IHS programs you may be interested in.
Sincerely,
Amy Phillips
Director of Seminars
Institute for Humane Studies
Nice use of mail merge; thanks for personally informing me that I didn't make the cut.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Our belove.
Hi please remember to pray for Joe tonight, as he is in Emergancy Room with Kidney Stoned :0(
You are in our throught's, Joe.
You are in our throught's, Joe.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Harmony.
This is April 14.
Today, I woke up. But then, my alarm hadn't gone off yet. So I went back to sleep. I pulled the covers up a little more around me before drifting off again. Then, I got a text message from Erika, who told me we weren't going to work on our project at 11 am. I felt the bliss of getting an extra half hour of sleep.
11:30 am. I eventually awake, and got out of bed, one leg at a time. Standing up, I walked to my left to the bathroom, where I placed my towel and bathrobe on the towel rack adjacent to the shower. I turned the shower on, let it heat up; I brushed my teeth in the meanwhile. The minty cool feeling against my mouth upon waking up just felt really refreshing at this time.
In the shower, I used my Blue shampoo on my hair first. Then, after rinsing it, I used a minimal amount of conditioner.
I give up. It's too hard to be this shitty.
Today, I woke up. But then, my alarm hadn't gone off yet. So I went back to sleep. I pulled the covers up a little more around me before drifting off again. Then, I got a text message from Erika, who told me we weren't going to work on our project at 11 am. I felt the bliss of getting an extra half hour of sleep.
11:30 am. I eventually awake, and got out of bed, one leg at a time. Standing up, I walked to my left to the bathroom, where I placed my towel and bathrobe on the towel rack adjacent to the shower. I turned the shower on, let it heat up; I brushed my teeth in the meanwhile. The minty cool feeling against my mouth upon waking up just felt really refreshing at this time.
In the shower, I used my Blue shampoo on my hair first. Then, after rinsing it, I used a minimal amount of conditioner.
I give up. It's too hard to be this shitty.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Welcome to Moonies Ranch
Today I read an article by Michael Pollan for the New York Times entitled "Our Decrepit Food Factories." Here are some quotes:
1. "When pesticide makers and genetic engineers cloak themselves in the term [sustainability], you have to wonder if we haven't succeeded in defining sustainability down, to paraphrase the late Senator Moynihan, and if it will soon possess all the conceptual force of a word like 'natural' or 'green' or 'nice.'"
Beautifully said. "Green" is a term which may mean something, but doesn't necessarily. I proudly declare that I'm pretty "green" because I drive a Chevy Aveo instead of my mom's Ford Explorer. In the end, it doesn't really matter because I am still using precious fossil fuels and the world is still going to end because of our cars.
Being sustainable just means, "Barely breathing."
On a contrary note, genetically engineered food IS sustainable in the true sense. Sorry that feeding millions of people in Africa and Asia with a concept invited by the founder of the Peace Corps sounds a little too "Franken-food" to you.
2. "For years now, drug-resistant staph infections have been a problem in hospitals, where the heavy use of antibiotics can create resistant strains of bacteria... But a new and even more virulent strain -- called 'community-acquired MRSA' -- is now killing young and otherwise healthy people who have not set foot inside a hospital... The Union of Concerned Scientists estimates that at least 70 percent of the antibiotics used in America are fed to animals living on factory farms."
The article goes on to say that there is no direct connection other than an obvious one, but only because there hasn't been studies on it.
Now, I want you all to know that prior to even knowing I had to read this article tonight, Neal and I planned on going to McDonald's for late dinner.
I read this article before we were going to go.
I still went.
In fact, Neal was ready to go so I put down this article and still went.
I ordered chicken nuggets.
I am definitely an indestructible youth. You can threaten me with your staph, scare me with your hormones, concern me with your over-antibiotics.
I will still eat McDonald's. I like it sometimes.
Quoting another article by the same man, "You Are What You Grow":
"Because most of us assume that, true to its name, the farm bill is about 'farming,' an increasingly quaint activity that involves no one we know and in which few of us think we have a stake."
Love it.
But the truth is, I do have my own little "ranch," or what have you. I have three cows (one baby named Mark!), a horse, a sheep, a goat, two silkworms, five chickens, and a duck.
My farm grows a variety of crops including corn, tomatoes, eggplant, strawberries, a variety of herbs, and even has an orange tree.
From my animal products I produce wool, thread, butter, mayonnaise, duckonnaise, and I am researching cheese production.
And while other farms have been financially forced to sell their land to residential and business developers, I am actually in the market to buy new land to plant my increasing number of crops on as well as expand my barn to accommodate new animals.
1. "When pesticide makers and genetic engineers cloak themselves in the term [sustainability], you have to wonder if we haven't succeeded in defining sustainability down, to paraphrase the late Senator Moynihan, and if it will soon possess all the conceptual force of a word like 'natural' or 'green' or 'nice.'"
Beautifully said. "Green" is a term which may mean something, but doesn't necessarily. I proudly declare that I'm pretty "green" because I drive a Chevy Aveo instead of my mom's Ford Explorer. In the end, it doesn't really matter because I am still using precious fossil fuels and the world is still going to end because of our cars.
Being sustainable just means, "Barely breathing."
On a contrary note, genetically engineered food IS sustainable in the true sense. Sorry that feeding millions of people in Africa and Asia with a concept invited by the founder of the Peace Corps sounds a little too "Franken-food" to you.
2. "For years now, drug-resistant staph infections have been a problem in hospitals, where the heavy use of antibiotics can create resistant strains of bacteria... But a new and even more virulent strain -- called 'community-acquired MRSA' -- is now killing young and otherwise healthy people who have not set foot inside a hospital... The Union of Concerned Scientists estimates that at least 70 percent of the antibiotics used in America are fed to animals living on factory farms."
The article goes on to say that there is no direct connection other than an obvious one, but only because there hasn't been studies on it.
Now, I want you all to know that prior to even knowing I had to read this article tonight, Neal and I planned on going to McDonald's for late dinner.
I read this article before we were going to go.
I still went.
In fact, Neal was ready to go so I put down this article and still went.
I ordered chicken nuggets.
I am definitely an indestructible youth. You can threaten me with your staph, scare me with your hormones, concern me with your over-antibiotics.
I will still eat McDonald's. I like it sometimes.
Quoting another article by the same man, "You Are What You Grow":
"Because most of us assume that, true to its name, the farm bill is about 'farming,' an increasingly quaint activity that involves no one we know and in which few of us think we have a stake."
Love it.
But the truth is, I do have my own little "ranch," or what have you. I have three cows (one baby named Mark!), a horse, a sheep, a goat, two silkworms, five chickens, and a duck.
My farm grows a variety of crops including corn, tomatoes, eggplant, strawberries, a variety of herbs, and even has an orange tree.
From my animal products I produce wool, thread, butter, mayonnaise, duckonnaise, and I am researching cheese production.
And while other farms have been financially forced to sell their land to residential and business developers, I am actually in the market to buy new land to plant my increasing number of crops on as well as expand my barn to accommodate new animals.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
DSi and You
I fucking love my DSi. It is so damn pretty. I can take pictures and play with them. I can record sound and play with it. I play games and play with them.
I love my DSi.
WILL POST DSi PICS LUTAR!
She is so much better than those other handhelds.
The Game Gear is so grandpa these days.
DS Lite? More like DS LITE ON FIRE!!!
Don't get me started on that old shit Game Boy.
Virtual Boy is like Virtual Cancer, except you die from it.
That GBA is so G-A-Y.
PSP? more like shit.
Truth be told, I still would love a Sega Nomad.
I love my DSi.
WILL POST DSi PICS LUTAR!
She is so much better than those other handhelds.
The Game Gear is so grandpa these days.
DS Lite? More like DS LITE ON FIRE!!!
Don't get me started on that old shit Game Boy.
Virtual Boy is like Virtual Cancer, except you die from it.
That GBA is so G-A-Y.
PSP? more like shit.
Truth be told, I still would love a Sega Nomad.
i'm cleeeningg...cleaning my brain!
1)
i got a haircut too, and i miss my hair
2) going to meet dan aykroyd next week?
3)
going through d&d withdrawal. it has literally consumed my life. recently completed my first dungeon ever, helped fight wolves and was rewarded with troll sex. i am a trashy half-orc obv.
i got a haircut too, and i miss my hair
2) going to meet dan aykroyd next week?
3)
going through d&d withdrawal. it has literally consumed my life. recently completed my first dungeon ever, helped fight wolves and was rewarded with troll sex. i am a trashy half-orc obv.
Just go.
"I thought of you as my mountain top / I thought of you as my peak / I thought of you as everything / I've had but couldn't keep."
After you watch "Adventureland" you're actually kind of depressed when you realize you were born too late to be friends with them.
After you watch "Adventureland" you're actually kind of depressed when you realize you were born too late to be friends with them.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Yay technology!
So today I was forced to reformat my laptop after my Windows installation mysteriously corrupted itself and became virtually unusable. Besides killing 2 hours of my night, this normally wouldn't be that big of a deal, except that this is far from the first problem I've had with computers in recent history. My previous laptop, an HP Pavillion dv6045nr, broke down approximately 4 times in the past year alone, ultimately resulting in it being replaced by Best Buy with my current notebook (an Asus, never again will I purchase an HP computer), so naturally I was scared that I had somehow come into ownership of yet another lemon.
Luckily, it turned out that the problem was fixable merely through reinstalling the OS, but the timing of this event has made me question much about myself. Recently I've been having serious doubts about whether Computer Science is the correct field for me to be in. I'm starting to think that all of my computer troubles of late are a sign from some higher power that I need to be doing something else with my life, perhaps something more meaningful. But what? I don't have any real passions about anything, and changing majors on a whim would just cost me money and fuck up my graduation date. It would be awesome if these higher powers that are watching over me would just send me an e-mail explaining what they want of me, because it seems I just can't take a hint.
Speaking of which, it seems that OpenOffice.org is refusing to install on my computer now. This is especially nice since I have a Philosophy paper due tomorrow. Sweet. I guess I need to go figure out what's wrong...
...oh wait, I already know what's wrong. Computers fucking suck
Luckily, it turned out that the problem was fixable merely through reinstalling the OS, but the timing of this event has made me question much about myself. Recently I've been having serious doubts about whether Computer Science is the correct field for me to be in. I'm starting to think that all of my computer troubles of late are a sign from some higher power that I need to be doing something else with my life, perhaps something more meaningful. But what? I don't have any real passions about anything, and changing majors on a whim would just cost me money and fuck up my graduation date. It would be awesome if these higher powers that are watching over me would just send me an e-mail explaining what they want of me, because it seems I just can't take a hint.
Speaking of which, it seems that OpenOffice.org is refusing to install on my computer now. This is especially nice since I have a Philosophy paper due tomorrow. Sweet. I guess I need to go figure out what's wrong...
...oh wait, I already know what's wrong. Computers fucking suck
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Boycot @ Washington
WE MADE IT ALL THE WAY TO WASHINGTON!
MAYBE NOW WE WILL BE HEARD!!
WE ARE TECHNO-SAVY AND WE SAY NO TO SYFY.
Airlock Alpha, Bitches
Note: I figured I'd riff off Joe and title this post the new "way cool" "badass" name for the "Syf"y" website.
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So I went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday. Anything you hear is heresy.
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Battlestar Galactica is over. Or at least the main show is. The universe is going to live on in some TV movie and that Caprica prequel thing, but for the majority of people, this shit is done.
I've had something of a love/hate relationship with this show. Basically, I kind of enjoy the show and it weaves a good yarn, but it can get fucking boring and, at least for me, the later seasons seemed to make little sense and got away with murder because it's "critically-acclaimed" and "loved by all." The story just got more convoluted as it reached its conclusion, but to completley shift gears and complement the show, it actually reached a conclusion.
I admire that.
This entire 75 episode show (with plenty of webisodes and other excess) told a singular story from beginning to end. It had well developed characters. It had Edward James Olmos with a moustache.
And the ending's fucking awesome.
I think that ascent from being all "it's fucking boring" to "it's fucking awesome" truly shows off my love/hate relationship with it.
It was good. Let's hope Syfy can make another good show before it gets killed off by an angry robot who hates stupid fucking names.
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So I went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday. Anything you hear is heresy.
----
Battlestar Galactica is over. Or at least the main show is. The universe is going to live on in some TV movie and that Caprica prequel thing, but for the majority of people, this shit is done.
I've had something of a love/hate relationship with this show. Basically, I kind of enjoy the show and it weaves a good yarn, but it can get fucking boring and, at least for me, the later seasons seemed to make little sense and got away with murder because it's "critically-acclaimed" and "loved by all." The story just got more convoluted as it reached its conclusion, but to completley shift gears and complement the show, it actually reached a conclusion.
I admire that.
This entire 75 episode show (with plenty of webisodes and other excess) told a singular story from beginning to end. It had well developed characters. It had Edward James Olmos with a moustache.
And the ending's fucking awesome.
I think that ascent from being all "it's fucking boring" to "it's fucking awesome" truly shows off my love/hate relationship with it.
It was good. Let's hope Syfy can make another good show before it gets killed off by an angry robot who hates stupid fucking names.
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