Waffling in THREE dimensions.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


Halo Tomorrow at about 6pm. Bring some food if you're nice. That's Wednesday, not tuesday. Birthdays are too busy, but you can still bring me stuff if you want (like Jeremy did last year, he was the only one to remember [or care??])

Wednesday, December 14, 2005


I'm thinking some birthday halo next week. Tues the 20th.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005


I will be coming home on Sunday. Quit Asking. Nerds are delicious...

Thursday, December 08, 2005

I will be blogging a lot today...

More like whining. My mind is muddled, a sick combination of stimulants and sleep deprivation. My resting heart-rate is near the 100s. I'm always slightly adgitated. Did i spell that right? It is well. I've been thinking deep thoughts, I am lost in them. My mind is begining to hurt, my dendrites are stretched. I may be experiencing mild hallucinations, and i don't know why the first digit on my index finger is red and splotchy. Should i be concerned? Shall i be concerned? It would all be easier if i had something more concrete than rationalization, logic, and impressions. I don't like lying. I'm getting quite good at it. This place is bad for me in that way. I don't want to conform, but i don't want to rebel, so i have adapted. I don't think my mother would approve. Who would approve? Why did i type that. Don't drink the new mountain dew flavor MDX that has the black label. It is gross, has a sick aftertaste. I tried the sugar free kind last week and enjoyed it alot more. This one tastes more like an energy drink and a soda. I prefer soda, although i have little to compare it against. I don't like being graded for religion class. I know they try to make it simple: true or false honesty scripture reading and class attendence points and what not. But what it feels like its coming down to is an assessment of faith, one i don't want to give, but will lie to get. Have i no morals? No, not anymore...

I must now sort out some fiancial aid papers, i don't know whether i am relieved that they will prevent me from continuing my rampant thoughts. i suppose i am, but i am slightly annoyed that my roommate is still in bed as i wanted to practise with a recording and i don't like the hike to the practise rooms. oh well. there is only anoher week. i wish to try biofeed back. it intrigues me.

Teri Hatcher is 41.

I've never been really excited about religion. I dislike having to prove a private part myself in a class. I've done the math and it's not looking good for the grades. Its hard to care. Ehh. I should have started sooner...but...ehh...At best I can get like a D. I don't know. Its hard for me to justify the effort I suppose. Everything can be rationalized. The morals come after the decision. I bet surf boards don't taste very good to sharks. They should make them smell rotten to them, I bet that would help. Taste aversion. It's too bad the early mormons spread out and colonized instead of staying centrally located. If they had stayed contained, I bet they'd have created an independent state, much like the Vatican. Yeah. Deseret City. Why not? I'm having a hard time voicing my thoughts. It's probably best...

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

freak out

the power is out
using battery power
internet still works
everyone is freaking out
novel is exciting
more later
when not on phone

Resistance is Futile

You have to conform, that's all there is to it. Rebellion is punishable by expulsion. They can't prove that I'm not conforming.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Up and Up

Today was an improvement. Aside from slipping on some ice, my day was fine, that put the rest of it in the toilet. I'm feeling less sick, but i have boogers the consistancy of hot pizza cheese. Facebook is blocked by myspace now. I hate living in the dorms. Kohlberg's theory of moral reasoning totally blew my mind today. An extended epiphany, intoxication on an idea. Might have been the last of my Sudafed. I should get some more drugs, but I don't want to walk anywhere far in the cold (16F with a 10 degree windchill currently). I need to woodshed like a horse and do laundry like an 800 pound gorilla tomorrow. I can't seem to get any updates to work on my firefox 1.5...

Friday, December 02, 2005

I have a cold

Snow sucks ass. Snow’s all fluffy and pretty. Snow is a bitch. It’s cold, and likes to land on your nose as if to say “Hi!” like that annoying freshman in high school who had that crush on you but never anything to say, but wants your attention regardless of how frivolous it might be for you to listen about how they like toe-socks. That same one that found out your instant messaging handle and sent you messages the exact moment you signed on, usually about how bored they are. Plus, in lowlight it makes everything grayscale, which is about as much fun as listening to that girl complain about how she hates her parents and no one understands her, but for some reason, she illogically thinks you might. Shut the hell up, Snow, I hate you. Snow was only cool when you see it once a year, like your “funny” uncle. Spend more than a weekend with him, and someone must die.

Sleet is 1337. I should get that on a fucking shirt. I have a cold. I never have experienced sleet, but I have a feeling it would kick my ass.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005


I'm sick. I don't know wether it was the airport, the change in air pressure and temperature, or thrusting my tongue against the roof of my mouth while tapping slightly above the space between my eyes on my forehead (try it!). Aside from being sick, today sucks because I have a lesson tomorrow I haven't practised for and two tests this afternoon I neglected to study for. Also, the whole sick thing. But The Office is on tonight, joy!. Aside from being sick now, thanksgiving was wonderful. I have skipped my last two Book of Mormon classes. I really didn't feel up for them. Blech, I feel like crap. Stupid snow. Furthermore, because I failed to complete my finacial aid papers correctly (i thought that i had!) i can't yet register for classes, which was enabled on sunday. Suck.

Sunday, November 27, 2005


I don’t want to go back. I’ve had a great time here at home. Sure, there are giant flies everywhere in my house for some reason, but still. Juxtaposed to this, school sucks. I’m unhappy and I don’t want to go back. Not much I can do I suppose. There’s only like three more weeks until I can come home again. Need to find a ride for that. In addition to not wanting to go back, I’m also not physically ready to. I still need to pack up all my stuff. I never did practice. Oh well. My family is asleep. I don’t know if that’s really good or bad.  Oh well. Enough bitching I suppose. Last night was fun. The whole weekend was fun. I wish I could play Halo from school, I can’t find my xbox controller adapter anyways. I should get packing.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Badger Badger Badger

A Snake!! OOOH It’s a snake!

This is the worst plotline ever. From IMDB: “On board a flight over the Pacific Ocean, an assassin, bent on killing a passenger who's a witness in protective custody, let loose a crate full of deadly snakes.” Could they have a worse plot? Fandango has this gem set to theatres in August of ’06. You have to give them credit for a descriptive title, Snakes On A Plane (aka SOAP). Oh, Samuel El Jackson, what have you gotten yourself into?

However, the pure comedy gold comes from this thread on the IMDB message board where they discuss the various sequel possibilities to SOAP. There are too many to name, but I haven’t laughed this hard since I watched the Colbert report like half an hour ago. I prefer Stewart’s interviews better, but Colbert’s news briefs are hilarious. I especially love the Threat Down.

Thursday, November 17, 2005


Damn. Someone beat me too it. Not hard, I only now got frustrated enough with one thing [practicing] to want to finish writing. They did a better job than I would have, very concise. I would have been much more harsh and very verbose. That is probably why I never got around to finishing it; I would have put alot of work into it. Dustin Ellenberger makes many of the same points I had, with the exception of pointing out the lack of knowledge of the constitution that the editor had. Here's what Dustin wrote:

Criticizing the president

Dear Editor,

Let’s not forget one glaring piece of information that a Scroll writer forgot to mention in her editorial about criticizing the president: Bush ran for president. We didn’t just simply appoint him. It is our job as conscientious Americans to wonder what our leader is doing.

I didn’t ask for this war in Iraq. Remember, we didn’t get invaded or attacked by Iraq. Did we get attacked by people who may have had connections to some other people that happened to live in Iraq? That’s the great debate, isn’t it? So before someone starts quoting (and misinterpreting) the 12th Article of Faith, let’s remember that No Child Left Behind was his idea and so was his Social Security plan and therefore criticism is likely to follow.

Does Bush get bashed? Sure he does, but he is supposed to be our leader, someone the entire world looks at for an example of what the United States is about. So while most of the media attention is sensationalism and over-analysis, Bush is ultimately responsible for America and needs to be held accountable for his actions just like every other citizen. So let’s not cry for President Bush; after all he is a grown up who did beg for votes two different times, or did someone forget that?

Dustin Ellenberger
a senior from
Federal Way, Wash.

I'm going to use word to blog from now on. Anyways, as I read the editorials one written by a professor here jumped out at me. It was on ID. Here:

Intelligent design
Dear Editor,
While the phrase “intelligent design” may be naturally appealing, Latter-day Saints need to be aware of the underlying assumptions that are not supported by the Church.
Foremost is that the earth was created in a very short period of time a few thousand years ago.
This position, otherwise known as “creationism,” has never been advocated by the Church. Another assumption in Idaho is that evolution is false. This position is also not supported in official Church statements.
The BYU Library Packet on Evolution represents the official positions of the Church as given in First Presidency Statements. It is available online via the David O. McKay Library, under “Research Guides” and “Geology.” A careful reading shows that the details of the origin of Adam and Eve’s bodies has never been revealed and is not addressed by the First Presidency. They make no statement concerning evolution of plants and animals and simply state the obvious, that evolution is a “theory of men.” They do not say it is false.
While some General Authorities over the years have made statements opposing evolution, others have supported it. There is no unanimity among the General Authorities past or present, and so we should rely only on the official First Presidency Statements, which are neutral.
Science does not and cannot address the existence of God (or a creator) because that issue is outside the realm of objective observation, testing and experiment.
Therefore “intelligent design” is not science and does not belong in the public science classroom.
Robert ClaytonBYU-Idaho professor Geology Dept.

I’ll try to find some time to check out that pamphlet. Link

Gah, it posted poorly from Word. I can't seem to get the layout to do what I want. The link is there, just view it.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Dumb Laws

It is illegal to throw snowballs within the city limits of Rexburg.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Public Officials Deserve Scrutiny [in progress]

An article in the school newspaper got me a little miffed, so I’ve started outlining a retort. Feel free to add any comments or criticisms.

Public Officials Deserve Scrutiny
In response to http://www.byui.edu/scroll/20051108/opinion2.html

FEMA as part of the homeland security agency is part of the executive branch, therefore under the president’s direction and thus, his problem.

Michael Brown has head of the Arabian horse association and was appointed by Bush to be the head of a federal agency charged with the safety and lives of countless American individuals. Downplaying the role the incompetence the executive branch showed during September is disrespectful to those that gave their service trying to help innocent people that were neglected and to dishonor the individuals to needlessly died while the government twiddled their thumbs.

Taking a long vacation, and taking a vacation during a crisis are two very different things.

Bush proposed the No Child Left Behind Act as well as the war in Iraq, any problems with those are his own fault.

Much of the “nuclear weapon threat” has been exaggerated or faked, as the yellowcake uranium scandal is indicating. The only weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq have been those we’ve brought in.

The patriotism of the post 9-11 America yielded the patriot act, which is an abomination that strips individuals of the very rights America was founded to give. An atmosphere of with us or against us has been fostered that is very unhealthy in a democratic society, squelching alternative, independent ideas before they can be heard and weighed on their merits. The nation has always rallied in times of peril, for example in WWI and WWII and in other instances. [That passenger ship that was sank by U-Boats and pearl harbor also think of other instances]

The indictment of Tom Delay has nothing to do with Bush. They are elected by different people and for different offices. The only guilt Bush has in connection to Delay is their red elephant banners.

As for Libby, I will not comment on an ongoing investigation. (zing!)

The president doesn’t really come up with solutions. He is a figurehead of a cabinet of individuals who gather and process and plan. He is the end result of the works of these people. Plus I could totally come up with solutions.

Iraq was ran by a dictator who ruled by force. Tyranny is not comparable to the American republic (yet!)

Criticism is part of being in a public office. He should be able to deal with it, knowing fully well that it would be an occupational hazard to deal with. Although since he doesn’t read newspapers or watch tv and is surrounded by yes-men, he probably doesn’t hear a lot of it. Critics play the vital role of offering differing opinions in our system, which is why it is different from a tyranny, and criticism often contains a constructive aspect, hence constructive criticism.

Despite what he or fringe group zealots may believe Bush is not the world’s savior. Nor does the world want him to be. This has been made evident by the riots so easily induced by Hugo Chavez in Argentina at the Americas Summit.

Everyone has rules they must comply with in their occupation and their daily lives. (traffic laws, the honor code, timecard procedures, etc)

The president does not have the power to declare war, only congress does.

Thousands of American’s have been killed so far as a result of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as countless citizens of those nations, whom the Lord does not love any less than the fallen Americans.

No, I don’t want such an enormous responsibility, but he volunteered to do it. No one forced him to take the job and he can resign at any time. And just because I don’t want to do it doesn’t give him an excuse to do it mediocre. He has an obligation as commander in chief to fulfill responsibilities, and I as an American citizen am going to exercise my freedom of speech when I feel he is doing his job inadequately. I may not be in a place to judge him, but I am in a place to voice my dissatisfaction with the government. That is what our country was founded on.

Bush does not decide who the next Supreme Court justice will be, he only nominates candidates to be voted on and confirmed by the Senate. Furthermore, it is not the role of the Supreme Court to create pseudo-laws with their rulings. [tie this in somehow]

How I could be a better president than G.W. Bush:

  1. Take fewer vacations

  2. Not declare holy wars [refer to BBC story]

  3. Pronounce words correctly

  4. Pay attention to current events

  5. Look interested at International Events (ie UN)

  6. Not pass notes at UN

  7. Appoint qualified individuals to important government positions (no cronyism) [we all remember the infamous Heckuva job, Brownie]

Monday, October 31, 2005

Today I made a life changing decision based on very poor information

Today is the 31st. Which means I will no longer be using Clone High quotations as subject lines. No one cares about that.
I think my sister killed my iguana. I'm trying not to let it bother me. I'm simply bad with pets. I know I didn't have as much to do with this one's demise (it was sick when we got him and never fully recovered) and I kept it around for at least a year more than it would have otherwise. But man, it still hurts a little. Especially since it was probably due to something really silly that he finally expired, like not misting the cage daily or something. I don't know, its starting to make me teary.
I lifted a huge load off my chest today; I withdrew from calculus. After getting 40 out of 107 possible on the last exam, the professor actually suggested it. He's pretty awesome and I feel bad for not taking full advantage of everything he offers. I think I'll continue going to his class, he invited me, what a nice guy. All in all, I feel very relieved about not having to worry about failing the class any longer, as i surely would have.
Maybe I'll get an ant-farm or a nice friendly chiapet or some other plant. I might do okay with those. Plus I could maybe train the ants. I'd feel less bad about their deaths as they aren't individuals and i've had some run ins with them before.
The calculus class was one of the few things I really admired about this campus, well, not the course, but the teacher's flexibility and dedication to student's individual success. It left me with a very good first impression of the campus. However, great pressure has been relieved from me in its removal from my schedule. This campus has a palpable constriction to it. From the inability to watch family guy, to the requirement of religion classes, to a dresscode Jesus wouldn't fit, this place is confinded. Doesn't help that its built in the middle of nowhere. The religion is one of strict rules and obiediance, which I was somewhat delighted to hear has a negative affect on some students with perhaps up to 40% at risk for eating disorders. We talked about it a little today in psychology class, the professor was hesitant to give any numbers, and i inferred that one from spontaneous generation. Anyways, the religion is suffocating at times. I should be used to this sort of pressure by now. Hell, I track and schedule my day around the drugs I take. I was going to tie that in with pressure in a clever way, but the drugs have worn off by now, and it's not worth the effort. Anyways, I just want some more relief from the pressure, probably won't get any. Thats why I play video games. City of Heroes was an escape. I miss it. "This ain't no ice cream social"...whine whine whine

Friday, October 28, 2005

G-spot rocks the G-spot

Son of a bitch!!

Mine was cheaper anyways. If I'd brought it here, few would have understood it. Hell, I don't really understand it. I wasn't there. Oh well, I like target because they compete with Walmart, whom I dislike. Anyways, there's something else...

This article talks about training wasps to locate certain chemical odors in a fairly simple process. Now what i'm wondering is just how easy it really is. Primarily, can I do it with another insect here? Expose insect to scent while providing conditioned stimulus sugar water, repeat a few times, they equate the smell with food and begin to search for it. Simple. Can I, do i really even want to, train another insect...say... ants to find my room mates hair spray delicious? Too bad it probably doesn't work with spiders, they don't drink sugar water. Idea! I could be come the lord of the butterflies!! I would of course, wear a black trenchcoat (which would be made pungent) and dark glasses (for fashions sake) and be followed by an entourage of serene butterflies. The juxtaposition would be grand. Plus, butterflies are friendly. Or I could become the true lord of the flies and unleash them to do my will. I'd have to find a way to gather these insects for training before any such thing could be done. However, I think with the right perfume (like that of a sibling) applied amplely to a shallow tray of sugar water near a hornet's nest, they would eventually make the corralation. My God, insect terrorism. I don't know that a maggot farm would be worth the effort to make your roommate adorned with a cloud of flies. It might be though. Perhaps a summer project.

I look like a jackass in these rainbow shorts

Nothing too exciting happening in my world. Midterms were this week, and my calculus grade is probably shit, but i won't let it grind me down. We're studying Motivation and Emotion in psychology right now, which is wonderful. I'm really enjoying it; watching a room full of mormons uncomfortably watch some rats copulate is on my list of favorite rexburg moments. Also the professor calling a girl in class who was dating a future missionary [opposed to a returned missionary] a "wicked temptress". I personally would have expanded it into "wicked temptress of the flesh, debaucher of the souls of men, Lucifer's seducer of sin, Hell's burning excrement of fiery passion that no herpes ointment can cure". That may be slightly over the top, but that's me. I love hyperbole. King of the Hill had some great satire about that sort of thing in their Halloween episode. Bobby gets tricked into going to some christian hallelujah party (opposed to obviously satanic halloween festivities elseware) and they show some teenagers on a park bench making out, and then the next slide shows them together...IN A MAUSOLEUM....DEAD! I love that show. I need to get it on Dvd. Also, I think through classical conditioning, the sympathetic nervous system can be trained to ejaculate on cue. I think this is the trick porn stars use. I'm not sure what stimulus they use, I'm sure its different for each of them. I imagine they use some mental thought to trigger it, opposed to a stimulus like a bright light in their eyes or being touched in a certain place...say.. on the elbow (which could lead to various humorus situations, especially in the subways and other crowded areas). I know its possible to classically condition physical arousal to an neutral stimulus, Matt did it to the Star Wars movies, and a character on Bash.org masturbated in the shower so often that he would get an erection when it rained. Those may not be the best things to train your penis to respond to, but I can think of much worse things, for example, balloons. That'd pretty much screw up any birthday parties you go to for a while. On the plus side, you could pioneer the exciting new field of balloon animal bestiality. I'm not certain if I spelled that correctly, and don't want to verify the spelling online and get my computer flagged by the system admin. Interestingly, the first word the blogger spellcheck suggests is "postulated". Hmm.. Now who wants to try it? Same basic process as classical conditioning, the hardest part would probably be relating ejaculation to a stimulus exclusively, if that is possible. If so, it would probably still be accompanied by the other symptoms of arousal (dilated eyes, increased heart rate, adrenaline, et cedera). But hey, as long as it was immediate, right? Of course, this could prove to be extremely addicting, and also very profitable in the porn industry. They're always looking for men who can "perform on demand" according to Reefer Madness. I haven't given the whole idea a great deal of thought, as it's conception was only slightly before writing this. If anyone gives it a shot, I'd like to hear how it turns out. This sort of thing makes me want to switch my major and become an experimental psychologist. I bet I could totally condition monkeys to masturbate when they watch Conan O'Brien. Better yet, make that bears. Masturbating bears watching the masturbating bear. That's poetry.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Now that my testicles have descended I'm ready for some serious dry humpin'!

Today was excellent, asside from me having to cut meals a little shorter than I'd like in order to get to places on time. I love psychology class. The professor was gone today, so we watched another of Zimbardo's films that corrospond with his text pretty well. Today's episode: Emotion and Motivation. So basically, sex. It was fun. Nothing like watching some lab rats have sex in a room full of virigins. It's wonderful; I almost giggled as the male stopped (briefly) to whipe off his penis between sessions. Oh those horny bastards. The female didn't seem to be enjoying it as much as the male, but who can say. Psychologists, thats who. I hope more uncomfortable discussions continue in the next few classes. I love watching people choke on the word orgasm. Wonderful.
I sent an email to Crooks and Liars, about a news story I heard on NPR. What a sad state to live in. Scheller's fame class is doing the allegory of the cave by Plato. What a load of crap that was. I miss Pranger. A bit. Mostly Stark. I like having another horn player to play off of in combo...

Sunday, October 23, 2005

I trust your sideburns are real


I feel like the whole world is crashing down on me. I am distraught. My childhood memories could not afford to be spared, could they?

Girl, I knew you had talent from the first time I felt you grinding into my business

I had intended to make a quick escape to the basement with my clothes and horn before the dreaded "floor prayer" but was thwarted by the hometeachers. Hometeachers are a funny thing, one is always really enthusiastic and does all the talking with an occasional nod from the other. Like Jay and Silent Bob in suits. Why do I hate floor prayer? Probably the same reason I hate all mandatory religious functions. Those without females are harder to attend, and with the eyesores on my floor, they wouldn't come unless it was. I'm not sure that made sense, i'm low on stimulants. Perhaps part of it goes back to another time I was low on stimulants and my RA did nothing to help me. Fuck you guys, I get withdrawals...
This whole blog has become a gruesome whinefest. It was way cooler in concept when it had 4 people posting instead of the lone loser (me). It was also someone in tune with the film pitch "can't hardly get some" by Sam Allen. Damn it, the RA just knocked. Floor prayer. I hate this.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Being a trucker's more than sleeping with random women, sure thats a big part of it...

It was probably his one shot. I don't count on any others lasting more than 5 years, if any. There could very well be, but they will probably never been as good. I am imagining him smoking with a beer gut, maybe a mustache. Its not a pretty picture, but thats what I get for thinking about someone else's future.
For whatever reason, all my highschool friends are defunct when it comes to the ladies. I can't say I'm flawless, but I don't get creepy. I push away, opposed to suffocate the way my friends seem to. I guess they just love too much. By "love", I mean "want sex". And by "too much," I mean "too much so they they don't get any". I have examples, but its not my place to share.
It's too bad Mark and Peter didn't join the same branch, they could probably end up living together, since they won't be living with women. Aside from each other as whatever the case may be. I bet he'll harbor a grudge against mormons now. I wouldn't blame him, I hate mormon girls too. A highschool girl breaking up with a guy over an impression she gets while she's on her knees is just silly. I should stop before I get enjected from the school for being a heretic, which I believe is entirely possible, and very tempting. For bragging rights. However, I don't want to have to pay back those stupid loans. I wonder how Pranger is doing. I hope no one takes the name Dr. Dangerman while Peter is away, that would suck. I'm talking to myself. Mostly procrastinating my already late math homework. December will be awkward. I was looking forward to it, but not so much anymore. I have one more thought to express.
Syllogisms are the pinnacle of logic, as we all know, but they can be used to justify just about anything. I made up one about Britany being a terrorist because she broke up with mark, a member of the armed forces, and we all know that if you'd support the troops you're against them and being against the troops means your for the terrorists they fight, which makes you a terrorist by association. I hate this sort of logic. The dream of Meximericadia will be actuallized. It is a sad world. I'm thinking of taking up a little poetry again. I'm really down about the whole thing, it was something I was looking forward too. Damn it. He only gets store credit too. He should give the ring to another girl. Girls are a waste of money. I hate swearing using the word "Gosh". I want out of Idaho, it smells like shit.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

All celebrities are completely hairless

Peter leaves today. I should have asked for more of his stuff. I really should have asked for more of mark's stuff. Maybe I could have gotten his x-box. Mostly I'd just like peter's prima guide for the sims, but I spend too much time on that game as it is. Sound Alliance is kicking it up, I should cut back. Especially with how inferior I am in that group. I think that's how I 'll spend the graduation money my grandfather gave me, and a Anticon hoodie, because those kick ass. I really need to listen more. I swing like a whitey. Calculus makes me miss City of Heroes, I'd really like to try kicking puppies on City of Villains after living in this podunk town. It's Napolean Dynamite meets Singles Ward. Can't wait for Christmas, already...

Friday, October 14, 2005

We principals are not the invincible sex gods the teen magazines would have you believe

I love my psychology class. We're studying learning right now, conditioning and the like. It is very awesome. I am looking forward to christmas break so I can train my brother. Previous flaws in my attempts to subject the boy to my will of cold drinks and discarded candy wrappers are overt, and will be easily corrected. I can't help but laugh at all the various conditioning experiments we subjected misfortunate students to in that damned hall and storage room. Sam's idea to create a supersoldier out of tristian could not have come to fruition, although he did become increasingly aggressive and fearful, as a strict diet of negative stimulii induce. We really should have had some girl (a positive reinforcement in itself) working with us that could "remove" the taser if he met certain criteria. Eventually we'd remove the girl from the equation before he would become dependent on her for protection and simply allow his satisfying of the initial demand to appease us. Other details like rewarding him for not avoiding holcomb as a negative stimulus would also have needed to be dealt with, we did to some part, with the handoffs of it so often, but not nearly enough. The situation as a whole would have just been so much better if we just could have rigged the drinking fountain to exhibit a mild electric shock when used like we had originally concieved. Alas, the alternative was still fun. I think I did a decent job with the squirt bottle to discourage talking, to some extent. While the ethics of it are certainly questionable, for the most part it worked, that is, we had productive sectionals. My plan to increase its negative affect was also in the right fashion, although some parts of it, such as different types of water, would not be effective unless they didn't enjoy the taste of saltwater, which most people don't. I did have limited positive reinforcement (giving candy) as well in addition to occasional negative reinforcement (not spraying them or letting them spray others). I don't think I ever applied much negative punishment, and am not sure exactly what I would have withheld if I had done so, although many possibilities were there had I thought to try. I think a major failure in it was my lack of consistancy, especially with positive reinforcement, and my occasional slack in maintaining a strict rehersal standard for talking and such. Also that they began to equate the squirtbottle into the conditioned stimulus as much as the talking, perhaps more, so in areas such as marching where I did not have the squirt bottle, they soon learned that they could talk all they wanted. Which they did. I did try to correct that last thing, but ultimately abandoned the project because a wearable supersoaker for positive punishment during marching band just isn't a simple procedure, as cool as it may have been. Again, some ethical issues as well. I won't go into the time Will was trained to fear clapping or his own name, as I wasn't ever a large part of that and cannot be sure of its administration or products. From what I'd seen, it worked though. A similar experiment which was shut down involved Chuck, this was mainly because of lack of interest and participation. To my credit, positive reinforcement through continual encouragement eventually made Danny into the sex-fiend that he became. I will probably never understand all the forces at work there, but will lay claim to a majority of them in the area (other influences in the area were primarily physiological and social coming from Britany and I can think of no discouraging stimulii regarding the matter until after the learning had been established [id est breaking up with britany]) and the successful results. This has been a rather large dissertation which was probably very uninteresting, but if you ate some enjoyable candy after each post you read, you'd eventually like them more. I encourage that with a strong "atta boy".

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Am I...dying...?

Posts have been infrequent because I am so little self disapline. I am aware of it, and it will probably never be totally under control. Think less of me for it, if so inclined. Anyways, I have a bunch of stuff tomorrow to do. There was this one concert i was gonna trash, because the posters creep the hell out of me. Seriously, I'm not sure what it is about them, but they make me frail. The quasirant on it is saved as a draft, so eventually i might get around to it. I can't really mock it postconcert, that'd be sorta lame, with not seeing it and all. Even if it is like a dollar. Not like I'd have anyone to go with. If I'm going to a concert, I want someone there with me, so I can fine tune my witty zings and zorts. Therefore, no concert. Gosh, I'm lonely here. It'd be fine, if I knew when I opened up to someone, they were really opening up too. I think I may need a chemical change when I get back. I still don't know why series converge. Actually, what converging is. That class will wear my testicles as a necklace. I need more sleep. I wish it were possible. They need perscription stimulants that can be administered in a shot form, like insulin or something. I know nothing of insulin administration, aside from how they test the blood sugar levels with that needle pokey thingy. Yeah, temporary relief, that's what would be great; 3 hour dose as nessisary with a punch. Caffeine just isn't strong enough, too dilluted. Maybe a nasal spray.

The Sims 2

So you finally got the sims 2. Isn't it great, one of the most addictive games I've played. I think it takes third place. City of Heroes followed by RollerCoaster followed by sims, then sim city. I should probably go take a shower since I'm starting to smell here. At least your sims seems to be running on your computer. It's great, my sister can no longer borrow my games, because her laptop is such a piece of shit that it won't run them. muahahahahaha. Also, Shurb jr.'s poll rating are dropping to all time lows. People are finally realizing that he's an incompetant shithead! Time for a party!

Thursday, October 06, 2005

God is in the mix!

Wow, this game is too addictive. Its like crack. Dangerously delicious crack. Damn. Nothing has been going on in my life because I've only been playing the sims. Pretty sad. Oh well. The casts of Clone High and That 70's Show would convert over fairly well. But do I dare??
I wonder where my roommate is...

Monday, October 03, 2005

Damn it! I haven't been to the Olive Garden in like forever!

Fuck this shit. Serious. Not really, i'm going through withdrawals. I have no stimulant, the only thing keeping me awake is an upset stomach (again, withdrawals) and rage at not having any stimulants (another withdrawal). Sure,s I don't do anything too hardcore, as that screws up my sleeping habits, but not doing anything does too. Fuck you mouse, quit clicking random places, fucker. I'm really pissed, as you can see. There's no fucking caffeine on campus, so i'd have to walk someplace, which would kill about a half hour of my time, which i have little of on mondays. Fuck you, Garfield, you aren't funny. God, I need some dew. I used the rest of mine for calculus, which sucks ass. I just want to fall asleep. Damn my addiction.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

oh shit!

There really is no good way to prepare for a math test. Math tests are not like regular exams. A standard exam can be studied for through memorization of terms, dates, and other categorical information which you've learned before hand. Not so with math. To some extent, you can prepare yourself, but its more like preparing for a natural disaster than an quiz. Some vague idea of what to expect can guide your steps, and you may have had similar experiences in the past, but you can't be sure if it's The Big One. In a way, a math test is a blind date. You've gone on dates before, you know how to crack a good derivative, but will she like the joke? Not the best metaphor, because, seriously, math and sex are about as unrelated as possible. Although, after I spent three and a half hours on that exam, I was pretty damn tired.
I probably wouldn't be so bitter if calculus had some applications for me. Sure, I can find the fluid pressure on a submerged two dimensional object in a liquid of known density. Wait, I can't; I failed that problem.
It's probably a good thing math and sex are so unrelated, although I'm very tempted to use the pick-up line: Hey baby, what's your sine?

Monday, September 26, 2005

Here.. sort of.

Of the things I miss from home, one of the greatest would have to be staying up with my sister and watching Conan O'Brian each night. I had a horrible sleep schedule that summer, but my current one is pretty sweet. While fiddling around with Google Video, I found one of the best clips from one of our favorite running gags: Walker Texas Ranger Clips. Check it out. I also really liked the pilot episode for "Everybody Hates Chris." It wasn't that spectacular, but very enjoyable. Flashback narratives have never been my cup of tea.

Friday, September 23, 2005

So much for having fun:-(

I really wish I could be in Washington this weekend. So much is happening there now, it is exciting. The huge peace ralley. There's alot of buzz about it. The President won't be there, instead in Colorado, watching the events taking place in his two residences. Rumors of a military drill in which agents are dressed in civillian clothing to simulate a terrorist attack on the capital or something. Lots of people are worried about new crowd control technologies, including "The Scream" aka The Sonic Laser (already field tested in Israel), various microwave beams, and other creepy technology, being implimented on the protestors. Anyways, thats enough talk about that, much more would require a tinfoil hat. I find this sort of stuff very interesting, but I'm a dweeb.
I'd post more, I have a lot on my mind, but I'm on the phone, and I don't anticipate being off it soon enough to...whatever fuck this.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

its so hard to integrate when there's so much going on in the world of politics!!

Once again I am dodging the world of Sohcahtoa in favor of...something thats not trigonometric identity integration techniques. Anyways, I watched the "Bianca" clip of Bush searching for either a planted reporter or... thats pretty much the best explanation for it. Its quite odd. As someone who has abused stimulants (not something I'm proud of), I can say that the weird twitching and flexing of his jaw is similar to my own experience with the side-effects. Given the pretzeldent's past history of drug use, it would not be surprizing.
For some reason, The National Enquirer's website is blocked. "Alternative Journals" is filtered. Suspicious.
The Donahue v. O'Reily "debate" was pretty intense. It was more of a shouting match really. Lots of interuptions on both sides.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


Everybody left for college and I'm stuck here til october 18!!! I'm very bored! Also, they should announce upcoming games until at least six months before they come out. I don't want to wait a whole year until I can play Spore, but I have to god damn it! Stuff just makes me angry.

time to finish some homework

I have no recreation. My previous primary forms of recreation were hanging out with Kirsten, or City of Heroes, neither of which are avaliable to me here, sadly. I only really miss the latter when I realize a cool super hero name or when I'm doing calculus homework, since I named some heroes after calc terms. Not Antiderivative! I won't let him foil my plans again! Seize him! So I am at a complete lack of entertainment. That 70s Show and King of the Hill are awesome, but they aren't on demand. King of the Hill on DvD, would be the pimp. Like in the episode where Snoop Dog guest stars as the pimp 'Alabaster'. Great Episode. So I tried Insaniquarium last night, among others, to ease the boredum. It was fun, not something I want to spend money on, but fun. Looked like it had a good potential for addiction.
There's a lot of dating that happens on campus, as that seems to be the chief sorce of enjoyment around here, but it just doesn't appeal to me. A date is like a job interview, a very long one, and you don't know who else is inquiring about a full time position. The only thing worse than trying to fluff up your resume to get that sweet gig (head of FEMA, score!) is submitting applications. No thanks. Alot of the other people I knew from home have fallen in with new circles and couldn't seem much less interested in occupying my time at all. No worries, I'm learning alot from Wikipedia. Reading in fun! Everybody dance! Life is gooood!
Here's something of particular awesome: From The Garden of Earthly Delights, by Hiƫronymus Bosch, seletect figurines are avaliable here.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

So much to do!

Everyone needs a nerd friend. They are so useful. Moreso than most any other sort of stereotype you can befriend. The nerd friend can fix your computer, make you look better by comparison, and ruin your favorite tv shows and movies with their yammer. But still very useful! Everyone should get one. I advise finding one of those "people" with the shirts that say "No, I won't fix your computer" and then find them and befriend them when they aren't wearing it. That way, they won't know that you know that they fix computer. Also, if you're a girl, just call up Geek Squad and come on to them. Works wonders! Everyone should get one.

I love wikipedia, following BoingBoing, I found a hilarious snippit: Black metal enthusiasts also started to terrorize other notable "death metal" bands that were touring their country or in neighboring countries, on the basis of their lack of apparent "evilness".

I'm a tiiiired panda.

I just woke up from a nap. It was a good nap. It has to be good if it causes you to miss lunch. I'm still a little groggly. There's a sign in my dorm saying that to get an excellent on a cleaning check this week our windows must be "whiteglove clean". What the hell does that mean? Ok, the haze is starting to clear a little. Its still a stupidshit saying.
Tuesdays are off days for me. I have 2 classes and then nothing to do. Cops is on for the next few hours or I'd just go watch tv. Sure there are other channels from fx, but I don't want to search them, that'd give away my hidden abilities. I was really hoping my package would arrive today, but alas. Internet games are restricted until 5pm via websense. The Office season starts tonight, I hope I don't have to fight with anyone for the tv. I hate football, its so boring to watch on tv but without the announcers some of the details get lost. That Earl Show starts tonight I hope it
Here's an interesting firstpersonshooter game I found. Check it out, looks neat

Sunday, September 18, 2005

This one time...

...at band camp, we spent the entire first two days doing 8s and 8s. Oh, we learned a couple pages of drill, but that was kind of an afterthought. And I am marching a concert baritone, because they ran out of marching ones. Yay for me. Music rocks, now if I could master the whole valve instrument thing.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

movie time

Just a quick post before I go practise/laundry. To think, I'm doing this instead of attending a social event filled with beautiful women. My libido is broken. Anyways, I came upon this article about the painter who created The Scream, one of the most famous and parodies works around. This guy had a crazy life and a crazy crowd to hang with. Several suicides, lost of tangled love affairs, and lots of drunkenness. Sounds like a college campus almost. Not my campus, drug free way to be. Yay. The article reminded me of one we read in my focused arts and media education in highschool about the "cultural-epoch" theory. In the paper it said that artists. Damn, my feet reek, I need shoes with better airflow. Anyways, the paper about societal tension, release, upheval was all very interesting... It talked about artists being more intune with the tensions in their society and being compelled to express this discord within their mediums due to whatever sort of emotional calling they had or yadda yadda yadda. This artist, Munch, was an alcoholic and I don't remember exactly how I was going to spin this but the punch line is creative geniuses are broken people. Broken by addictions, mental instability, or whatever. Its a blessing and a curse. I point the the revolutionary figure of Charlie Parker with his heroine addiction and his severe nervous breakdown(s) as well as Isaac Newton, with his demons. I think the latter was a closet homosexual. I need to go do my laundry. The party would be over by the time I got there if I left now. Damn. Bored.

Can't live with 'em.....

So, I'm officially 'off in college'. Yay? Zippy internet, a foo 'illin next door (I already am plotting his death), and band camp. Oh, and these crappy combination lock mailboxes. Only, they work in revers, just to be that more obnoxious. Of course, upon arriving, I promptly discovered half a dozen things I'd forgotten. Huzzah for having yoru roommate move in the day after you, he gets to bring all my forgotten stuff up.

Voltiac Surge!

The Origins of Heroes

Also, I will probably also greatly enjoy Lemmings
Since there really isn't much else for me to do this weekend, save for sleep, eat, and laundry plus the daily internet surfing. Which is how I came upon the upmost link. It really, really, really makes me want to wear wool and synthetics together this winter. Just so I can scorch a little bit of Idaho. I try to do my part as a citizen in that way. It may be dangerous, but I figure, if I can leave tiny melted globules of plastic wherever I go, it'll be worth that risk. Aside from sleeping (11 hours+naps) I've written an email to some past teachers, talked to an old flame, and started to get withdrawals from the current one. I watched somewhere between 4 and 5 hours of That 70s Show last night. If that isn't proof of God, I don't know what is. Pinky and the Brain on DvD sure would be!

Friday, September 16, 2005

I'm not opening aim to take a title from an away message at 7am

Yesterday, I saved about three peoples' lives, found the region bounded by the lines y=x+2 and y=-x²+4x+2, explained how the mean value theorem allows for the approximation of a curve, beat about 15 levels on the DHTML version of the breakout hit "Lemmings" and I was only late to one class: Saxology; which was because I was donating my O+ blood to the blood-deprived. Speaking of lemmings, did you know they don't actually jump off cliffs? Its true. Why the hell would any animal jump off a fucking cliff intentionally? First of all, its just batshit stupid to think they would. If a creature was programed to suicide, they wouldn't reproduce, especially if their reason to suicide is overpopulation. It just isn't logical. They don't do it, it was an urban legend created by Disney in one of their nature videos way back when. They needed material between animated feature films for public release, and nature films were easy to make (they debuted the Patterson film and included it in one of their "documentaries" to boost sales). They put a bunch of snow on a treadmill with some lemmings and then filmed them falling off the edge. Pure evil. Putting rodents on a treadmill does sound fun though. I saw a bunny yesterday. Cute.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Skipping symphonic band to sleep.

This is me procrastinating. Damn it, I forgot what I was going to write...oh yeah. Have you ever noticed that the initials of Wednesday, Thursday, Friday spell out WTF. I think we should take this to the next level. Making Sunday, Monday, Tuesday into OMG. We can make up names for them later. Saturday can simply be BBQ. Cool. Math.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The view from here.

WoW has a new server type now. Added to RP, PvP, and PvE comes the much desired PvP/RP. And there are three of them, one of which was added a day later. Needless to say, they are full. And by full, I mean "sit in a queue for an hour (Not kidding - current estimated wait time: 58 minutes) just to log in". Tons of new cool stuff though. 1.7 FTW! In other news, this is apparently un-official "boy trouble" month, as numerous people have commented that they wanted to hit, murder, beat with a stick, etc, all members of the male gender. Woo. In still other news, the dog just puked on my floor. God dammit....

Breakfast, then class.

Holy crap! Look at this: http://www.google.com/talk/

I found it while I was looking for the new Blog Search System they're installing on Google shortly. It's already on blogger.com (This blog is on the top of the list for "antiwater") Surprizingly, there more other blogs that mentioned the elusive Antiwater. It sort of makes sense, if there is water, there must be antiwater if there is opposition in all things. The messenger looks alot like the MSN messenger and seems to require a google-mail account. Crazy. Before long, you'll be able to search entire books. Or am I behind the curve on this one? Maybe that's just an Amazon feature..
I'm not sure how much people will want to search blogs. It seems odd to me. The information they contain is subjective, can be inaccurate, and many times written poorly (I'm looking at you, deadjournal). I could be completely wrong about this. Many people keep their own and may like to reach out and form communities with others that feel the same way. I've gotten a few comments from strangers before and other anonymus comments. They must have found the blog somehow.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


I have dreamed a dream, nay, I have beheld a vision. It was revealed to me in the form of a narrative about fighting hordes of rats, but no bother! Much of it is too great to reveal at this time. But I shall give unto you the greatest of its blessings, which I shall pour out unto all ye who harken unto my words. Amen.

Wait, we're missing one thing before we go camping.
Think about it. What are we missing?
I don't know.
Antiwater. Think about it. Water is clear; antiwater is clear. Water puts out fires; antiwater makes them bigger. Water is cheap, antiwater is not. You need to drink water to live, if you drink antiwater you die.
Ok, so were do we find some?
Yea, in my dream I didst beheld that they were nearby the red drum which didst contain them that which they were searching for and they beheld it not.
What about the junkyard?
How do we find it there?
I have an idea: we just shoot at the ground and if there's antiwater there it'll explode!
Great plan! Now go tell them that we will be late.
They later accidently shoot their car and it explodes and they realize it had antiwater in it and they try to use it to fight the rats or something because the rats killed some of their family members or something. I really don't remember that much and my transcription was off. But it was a neat dream, I also had one about a full body slide that was kind of made out of trampolines so it had some bounce to it, it was really fun. Anyways, I wish I'd slept longer so I could have learned more of these character adventures, it seemed quite neat. That was a snipit of the conversation I remember. I think my haircut is uneven...

wouldn't you like to know..

I am very disapointed. The devotional for this afternoon has speaker "Elder Gary J. Coleman". I was thrilled! But google confirmed my fears. There would be no "whatchu talkin bout Jesus?" It is a sad day.
On a lighter note, here's a cheer I wrote for a cheerleader's tryout:
Hey vikings!
I'm here, to show you what I've got
I'll persevere, sincerely cheer, give it my best shot
Our jubilee, I guarantee, rivals cannot stop
They will fear, they'll revere, The vikings are on top
We're the best, beyond contest, but if we lose we'll still be blessed!

Not bad for my first cheer. Its been a while since I rhymed. I used to rhyme all the time. Ok, done. This is me remembering not to go to class an hour early.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Let there be light!

So, apparently, Verizon is using the city of Hillsborro (and Aloha, since Aloha just sucks and really isn't an anything) to flagship their switch to fiberoptics. It is to be the first city in the nation (and, assumidly, the world) to be fully fiberoptic-afied. Which basically means... your phone will still work the same damn way. But you'll be gettin interweb 10x faster than anything available now, excepting those exorbitantly rich people that can affored T1 or T3. Of course, this all happens as we leave the city. Ah well.

my, my, my...

If you don't know how bad that could potentially be, then I really can't help you. At least the nuclear reactor was shut down in time.
Living in Rexburg is odd. The entire population is homogenized, like milk, especially with all the white. Let us assume that Mormon's have been inhabiting Utah for 160 years, I'm sure I'm off, but I never much cared for the whole "heritage" thing. Mormons tend to try to reproduce around age 20, although its closer to 23 now for males, earlier for females, I'm sure it was younger back in the day. We can then postulate that at least 8 batches of green jello made in Utah. If you don't understand that I same substituting a stereotypical dessert with generations, you below in a superfund site because you are waste that we cannot dispose of by any simple means. Anyways, 8 generations doesn't seem like a big deal at all when you have a large population, like Mormon's have now. However, Utah was inhabited only by Lamanites before the handcarts arrived and Salt Lake City is now a bustling metropolis nearly 2 centuries later. We can also infer that early missionary work could only have been done in a limited area in the mid-eastern United States and Britian, so the starting gene pool couldn't have been much more than waste (that's a pun, idioth) level. Long story short, Utahonian or whatever they prefer to be called, is to some extent, its own race. I've noticed that several facial traits are predominate, especially regarding noses, chins, and foreheads, and hair color, to a lesser extend. I will write more on this later as it is of interest and gives me something to do besides music. I miss Captain Cummings and The Seamen.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

BBC NEWS | Health | War on terror 'causing US deaths'

BBC NEWS Health War on terror 'causing US deaths' Interesting...

doin hw.

I steal my titles from instant messenger. Where you send instant messages. Yet, it is a messenger. Odd. Our society has become quite illiterate. I blame debauchery. And viral bronquitisicius. Err. Anyways, in the case of this title that I stole "hw." is probably some guy's initials and "doin" probably means "fucking". Don't tell me not to swear. I will refrain from being profane when the Supreme Court tells me what the definition of obscene is. After which I will repeat the classic Cheney quote to them.
It was Rome week on the history channel, it was neato. In the end, friday night I opted to watch a King of the Hill marathon instead. I'd already seen quite a bit of it earlier. Still neat. I also watched a Fresh Prince Marathon and played some Halo, which I suck at quite highly. Some people get too worked up over games. The fun for them comes from winning, not from playing. These people detract from the overall fun. The fun is screaming as an elite with a sword jumps down and kills you and brian lemmon wets himself and jeremy drools. That is what fun is all about.
Things to do today include: practise, calculus, psychology, digest this huge lump of food in my stomach, record practise time, email Rogers back, maybe try to redeem myself from losing to my brother in Minesweeper Flags. I'm sure they're more things I'm forgetting. Holy spirit, I am full.

LAN: Large Amounts of Naptime

So, Kris has his own house, in Corallis. Which proves once and for all that he is indeed a rich, rich basterd. Anyway, went down there on Friday for a LAN party, made it there in under an hour and a half, because Kris drives crazy. Crazy awsome! Anyway, we had a good time making fun of any and every-thing that we could think of, and just generally being 2-AM, caffine and sugar high crazy. It rocked, even though I think I was ranked last in all but one or two of the matches. Meh. Oh and JC ate a bunch of dick. That being our adopted name for the Jones Soda frozen popsicles, which were just as good as the sodas themselves.

Edit: Robert is a flamer.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Just a Flesh Wound

Food is like a drug to me. I'm addicted, really, I am. When I go without food for too long I start going through withdrawls. My stomach starts to hurt and I get irritable. I take this stuff about 3 or more times a day, depending on how bad the withdrawls are. I gotta get my fix you know. The best part of it is the feeling of euphoria I get my stuff. I call it being "full". Oh man, the trips. Its like my mouth is going on an adventure. Its better than tv or videogames really. Its amazing. I can't believe this stuff is legal. Suck it, FDA. It really is the best part of my day, getting loaded on this junk.
What really is starting to bother me about Katrina is the first amendment violations. Namely the freedom of press. The Bill of Rights should always have priority over public "safety". Always. The individual safety of the chief rights (life, liberty, and the pursuit of happyness) should be protected above all else; without the individual there is no group. The prevention of the media from doing things like photographing the dead, displaying conditions inside the superdome, and various other reporting (gasp! why would they do such a thing) is horrific. I'm ashamed of our nation and our government. I can understand the not photographing the dead as a violation of privacy, but I'm sure they would have consented seeing as exposing the horrors of the tragedy that lead to their demise could help prevent future disasters. The hurricane was not the disaster of New Orleans, the inadequate "response" and void prevention of the breach of the levees, and their subsequent rupture, were. I hope Bush's good friend Jesus, slaps him for it. Jesus rocks like that.
Kill skuls.
Which brings me to my primary hate of this campus, aside for the stench of sewage that comes with ever other shift in the wind in certain areas. The homogenized student population. I don't feel that I am a cookie-cutter mormon. My sister is though. What a tool. Anyways, my observations so far, and I admit they do not represent a valid cross-section of student population, include a few things. I just said very little with very many words. I should become a syndicated columnist. I don't seem to jive with these people, I need to find some rebels. I hate country music, bandwagon patriotism, and the executive branch. I do like star gazing, going on long walks, and mountain dew. I really really really HATE decaffinated mountain dew. It scours my soul to think of the abomination. I also am not liking my randomly selecting cursor right now, but one thing at a time.

The early bird sucks

I awoke this morning to the sounds of the street sweeper. What time was it, it was barely light out. Some ungodly single-digit hour, that I had grown blissfully unused to seeing. Then, some indetermined, but nonethless far too short of a time later, I was informed by my father that I was going to be hauling rocks all day, and that we would be leaving in a few minutes. Glee. Luckely, my sister picked this moment to call home sick. Pwnd! Well, at least I got an extra hour, and got to go hang out in the band room like a loser for a few minutes. Anyway, as I am probably going to look back on this and ask "what the hell was I thinking?"; in advance, I blame sleep deprivation.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Call the cell-u-lar or leave a message

I was up until 1am something last night working on that math problem. I woke at 6am to finish it. It was so blatantly clear in the morning, I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. You had to use Arcsin and then split the problem into two integrals! So simple! Anyways, it wasn't technically due until monday, but I spent that much work on it, I wanted to get rid of it.
NPR is good stuff. I highly recommend.
Everyone needs to read this week's Onion, it's the best I've ever seen it. Seriously delicious satire, 5 for 5 Arby's good. Thats more good than you can buy in all of Canada. If you were to barter this level of good, you could easily get three to five mexican children and maybe a prostitute or two from thailand. You know those thai hookers must be good if their capital city is named after their artform. Thats
www.theonion.com for you noobs. Also crooksandliars.com is a decent liberal blog, if you can get past the flagrant linking. And Boingboing.com has good stuff and its not all political, it has some, but not a whole lot. I had my horn out for over 5 hours yesterday, my lips hurt. My endurance will improve. Over 25% of my waking hours isn't too much, is it?

Edit: 10:20AM: Work on The Shoes has begun.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

I'm just so Fresh And Clean

The Invisible Hand guides us all. Today it guided me to Ebay, where The Sims 2 can be found for a mere twenty dollars (including transpacific shipping). How is this possible? Wouldn't it be in Thai? Why yes, it is, but there is a nifty patch that converts it to English. But it is a crime to buy software from Thailand. Why? Copyright laws or some bunk. They obviously aren't producing the game at a loss when they sell it there in Thai, and the middleman must be making some profit margin by selling it to Americans or there would be no incentive to do it at all. Its less than half the price to do it this way. Obviously, Maxis is incredibly greedy and is making over 200% profit off its product. Those bastards. Me buying it from Thailand is in no way hurting the company at all (buying it second hand means that it was still bought at its original retail price...only in Thailand instead of the US). They just want more money. Production costs like printing are not a legitimate excuse for saying it costs more in America; its the same game there and manufacture is probably done in some third world thats more cost effective than domestic production anyways. If the market really shows our every desire as consumers as Adam Smith said, let the underground market show that I want my game for a more reasonable price. When Satan himself charges 50$ after rollbacks, something is wrong.

Furthermore, since it seems that I won't be getting any electronic entertainment this weekend, I think I will begin work on my newest project: Duct Tape Shoes. More like loafers really, slip-on sorts of things. I have it all planned out. More to come.

Also, nearly all the animals in the New Orleans zoo survived, except a few otter and an alligator is missing. Check it out:


So, off in college are we? Entertaining ourselves with blogs are we? Well, fine. But if I get one more email saying that 'You completed the Please Shit in Designated Areas forum, but forgot to sign the Peeing Too clause', I'm going to burn the admin. building down. And, as I discoverd this morning, not only do I have 14 pieces of music to memorize (Yay?), I also suck at playing. Not that I didn't suck before, but this being a new, you-havn't-played-anything-remotly-hard-all-summer type of suck. All these forms and the new level of suckitude have made me angry, I go to find comfort in my online friends. And maybe kill a few rabid bears.


Pow. I am just now starting to feel the pressure. There would be much less if it had not been for the civilization fiasco. I blame society. And Clinton and his so called "armed forces." I really hope that if you lose a limb in a war, they let you go home, because being in the armed forces without one, would be pretty demeaning. Unless they got like some sort of machine gun arm as a replacement. Kick ass.
I have the largest workload tonight I've had yet and I imagine it will become larger as the year progresses. Good thing I'm stocked up on mountain dew. I really hope all my friends from highschool are successful so I can achieve my dream of becoming the world's best bragger. Especially Pranger. If I become rich and famous and he doesn't, I will hire him to stand next to me so I look better by comparison. Like Beyonce' does or whatever with her prop asian girls. I don't remember, like anyone pays attention to what she's wearing anyways.
Speaking of Pranger, I keep seeing a guy whom I think of as "Ugly Pranger" around, in the galley, on the streets, digging through the trash. Not sure exactly what it is about him that stricks me as Prangerish aside from his weird hair, standoffish demeaner, and sometimes carrying a backpack by one strap and maybe height and complection and some clothing prefferences. Its pretty weird. I "recognize" alot of people though, people I haven't met yet. They just seem familiar and I'll think its an old acquaintance. But I also do that with large mirrors. Who's that guy, he looks familiar. I've spent too much time on this, more than I have time for really. I need to go see what rubbish they're serving for lunch. Blech.

What the Hell?

Our fearless leader Bush has (gsap) cut his summer vacation early to...survey the disaster and pick his nose? What the hell took so freaking long to pull there heads out of their asses and DO SOMETHING! I'm still having nightmares about how he got re-elected. If Xtians will vote for a bonehead just because he's one of them then holy crap. Can anyone say theocracy?

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Abandon All Hope

I showed up to class an hour early, because I'm a dumbass. "Chances are you a dumbass". He forgot some components there, what a fat dumbass. Anyways, it gave me a chance to get the locker I needed and some other parts. I have around 11 hours to splurge today, I may use the majority trying to get this game to work. Very frustrating. Especially since websense blocks the support website until 5pm. I don't have any more classes! Tuesdays are the best; websense, the worst.

Look at me! I'm an Engineering Ass!

What an awful weekend. Globally, yeah, it sucked, locally, it blew. It started well enough, saturday was alright, although I give crappy directions. Directions don't really matter anyways; I never get lost. The closest I ever come is confusion which is always caused by an error on someone elses' part, usually a girl's. For example, there are directions on a box of tampons but not a box of donuts. Not a fair example, but when are they fair in arguments? I met a guy doing a paper on Follies in Logic based on discussions with his exgirlfriend. Hmm...
I have an awful case of the Mondays. The long weekend is to blame. Labor day needs a new name, no one does anything on it. It should be called, Temporary Postal Relief day, or TPR for short. I spent the majority of that day wasted on an attempt at entertainment which left me so frustrated that I actually started doing math homework to relax. I really should have anticipated a bad evening when that same girl, Sheri(like my aunt Sheri who is a mix of the annoying Miss Piggy and Fran Drescher with the hair of Julia Drefus) or Shey (rhymes with gay), whatever her name is, the crazy chick decided to sit with me again. Its maddening, after all the effort she made to try to get to know me What do you find facinating?? she didn't remember my name, that or she had an equally crazy twin with a similar name. It could be that both twins are in the same head. It was really good roast too, up til that point.
I hope Trent Lot's house gets tagged, mostly just the porch, that bastard.
If I'm really this good at complaining, which is basically trying to excuse yourself from all the bad things that happened to you (or because of you) I should really work for the Feds, since it wasn't there fault or whatever. I should stop, I'm getting "polotical" and its only 9:30, that can never work out, like a relationship with Melanie. ZING. I'm on fire today.
Right, Right, still haven't mentioned the 40$ I blew on a game that doesn't work. Don't buy Civilization people, it sucks cock. I should have just gotten The Sims 2, I might have been able to pick up some social ediquette from a computer game. Damn, I'm beat. Fuck you, Walmart.

Monday, September 05, 2005


What a waste of a day.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Core Concepts

I really hope City of Villians allows for the creation of an evil mind controller so I can make the Evil Dr. Zimbardo (see above). He's one of the authors of my psychology text and a professor at Stanford. To really appreciate the (evil) genius of this man you must research his Stanford Prison Experiment, which is incredibly awesomely evil, like super glue. It's good stuff with lots of torture, humiliation, and dehumanization. Doesn't he just look evil? I think it's the van dyke.

Excellent breakfast as usual. Ham, hashbrowns, and a piece of bacon. With incredients that good, who could drink that piss like "apple juice." People in the area code 77230, thats who.

I've decided that Halo 2 is better than the original for one core reason. There are many, many, many other aspects of Halo that outshine its sequel but one: Newbies. They don't stand a chance against any sort of seasoned player in Halo; they often try to use the assault rifle simply because it shoots fast while a veteran will three shot them with the pistol. Idiots. That's why people like Peter suck so bad, but there are many other reasons why Peter sucks so bad, but I won't get into those. In Halo 2, the biggest learning curve is the duel weilding, which is relatively simple, and the sword, but thats forgivable. A person will more likely quit the original due to frustration than the sequel, I've decided. Scorpions still suck balls. I think thats all the musing I need to do on this topic. Time to read some psychology.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Fools and Liberals

What are you doing this weekend? A holiday weekend. "Going to the temple." I've heard that response at least a quarter dozen times. This place is Utah. Look, even the campus is shaped like the state-no-one-else-wanted-except-maybe-the-Native-Americans (id est 'Lamanites'). I've used my expert MS Paint skills to highlight the boarders for you; on an unedited map you'd see that the campus is outlined by "roads." Pay no attention to the numbers on the outside, its tennis courts and such, nothing important. It kind of reminds me of a military base in another country, they're essentially tiny Americas, complete with QuikEMarts and supermarkets and whatnots. Technically, they are American soil for all intents and purposes. Like Puerto Rico, but with rights.
Damn it, Sneezed on my screen.
Anyways, its mini-utah. If I knew more about or cared about geography, I'd find out which building is the remote Salt Lake as its obviously the one with the secret lab underneath it. I'm betting on the library. That place has all kinds of creepy.
Worst. Dinner. Ever. I went in expecting something good, probably not going to top my manly meal of cookies and mountain dew, but I walked the 500 metres, I wanted something delicious, damn it! No, it was awful. I usually like fish, fish are delish. No, this fish tasted like paper made from lemons that would self destruct if you got too close. Fish are meant to be eaten, the Bible says, but it also suggests locusts, so take it with a grain of salt (not too much, then the fish just tastes like tear gas). Anyways, God is out to screw us with these fish. No other organism can fall apart into countly tiny particles which are easier collected with a spoon than a fork the way this fish can, could, whatever. Thanks alot, God, real funny. Jerk. The noodles were gross and the clam chowder made me die a little inside. I thought drinking some apple juice would be more healthy than all the softdrinks I've been having, so I had some of that. After trying all this nasty stuff, I decided a hotdog might be better, but the guy tore the bun handing it to me, which later just fell apart ala fish. I tried cutting the end of the hot dog off and making a little hotdog sandwich out of the remaining bun halfs (it was in 3 pieces by this time). Crap on that. I just got a 7up and left. I'll eat starbursts until morning.

Prayer in a cafeteria is just superstitious. The workers know what they're doing, I hope. Its their job, if the food doesn't "bless and nourish [y]our bodies" that's probably you're own fault for picking the wrong items and not exercising. I don't care who you are, blessing the refreshments doesn't make them healthier, it makes the deacons hungrier by making them wait and they eat more of them before you can. God sure does work in mysterious ways! Plus, if you get botulism from their food, you can probably sue, and God is rich. Filthy Rich. Your own food should still be prayed over, because the odds are much higher for you messing up than most everyone else. I'm looking at you, cotten-candy boy.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

I bet its not as sad as the day he tore up the blanket

I have found that I enjoy eating alone. For one, there are no awkward conversations. No feigning interest to be polite. I really don't care about what your major is, I will probably not talk to you again. Furthermore, you aren't very interesting. Now if you'll excuse me, these mashed potatoes are looking lonely. I enjoy eating, the endorphins are wonderful. What if they were called Endolphins, wouldn't that be crazy? Dolphins make everyone happy! Except tuna, but they are delicious, so they really had it coming anyways. I like to try a lot of the different foods, not all because I am not that brave or fat enough (yet!). I rate each item on a A to F scale. Tonights pasta stuff got an F. The sauce tasted like dirt. Idaho dirt. Some girl who seemed kind of interesting, in the car wreck sort of way, joined me for dinner tonight. I didn't particularly enjoy it, but in part because of the food (id est terra). Anyways, I ate my fill and left, feeling little remorse for the abandonment. She had a funny looking friend. Reminded me of a Psittacosaurus. Look it up. Walking home after dinner I saw some people I knew from home, they were across the street. I didn't try to attract there attention, I had a full stomach and was feeling good. No reason to ruin it by talking to them. I noticed the formation of them with the guyfriend. Interesting. Seriously good soup tonight. A+

Back to math.

Sex kills. Kittens that is.

I just got the most gnarly papercut from my calculus book. Its quite ironic. Ironic is a word that should be destroyed and replaced outright as it abused far too often. I blame radio. I need to clean up the blood now.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005


New Orleans should be abandoned. Thats a bad word. Relocated. The city is below sea level and both dykes have broken. Fiscally, I don't see how it can be sound idea to try and drain, clean, restore, repair, and renovate a city under 20 feet of water. And whats to stop another storm (OR TERRORISTS!!!) from simply breaking the dykes again. The Army Corps of Engineers should simply begin some intense urban renewal uphill for the people that lost their homes. The Sunken City can become a tourism attraction. Fanboats can guide tourists through the lush, gator infested swamps that are now 13th street. The Superdome might be worth saving. It's perfectly situated now to become an excellent aquarium. And the new city? Neo Leans. It'd be just like with Pompei, but with more soul.
Furthermore, if I knew a hurricane or flood was coming, I would promptly (ok, eventually maybe get around to some time later) putting my possessions in ziploc plastic baggies or vaccuum sealed bags or something similar. All properly numerated and cateloged of course. Perhaps with a relatives address on them so they could be sent there once recovered. But then again, I live in Idaho where the natural disasters are limited to atv accidents at the dunes and people ruining everybodies lives and eating all our steak. The food here is nice though. Really, it usually is. Especially breakfast...mmm....
Anyone tried the new giant m&m's yet?
I am also very glad that I don't drive a car, as gasoline is going insane. Opening the national reserves won't aleviate the problem, the refineries were in Mexico. The petroleum stored in those salt mines won't become gasoline fast enough or in a big enough quality to change a thing. It was a mostly symbiolic measure to lower the price per barrel, in my oppinion. Also, it'd be nice to have a less stoic commander in chief.

I've Got Your Waffle-cone Right Here

They could not have picked a more boring name for this school without adding "oatmeal" into it.
BYU-Idaho: Now with more bran!
Anyways, there are some neat quirks to living in this part of Utah (Now with less polygamists!) It is Utah. The only difference is the agriculture. Not many, but a few. Perhaps the best is the chance that you will be hit by a car at a crosswalk. Its fairly likely. I'm shooting for next tuesday myself. Its okay though, the bumpers are nice and broken in. I will now share with you some of my favorite quotations from student resources:
Actually, I'll add some later. I just reread some that I found amusing but revisitation revealed a misconception; likely due to extreme boredum at the time of reading. They had a sort of bitter aftertaste, like styrofoam. I'll scout out some good ones in some free time tomorrow. Tonight I have a Bishopric interview with my roommate and then a dorm meeting. I should be sure to trim my toenails in the communal shower in an ultimate display of passive aggressive hostile behavior towards my dormmates. It'd be shortlived, they are cleansed daily.

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