Well, at the suggestion of The Sugue, I've decided to write about something that relates in no way to my day today. Keep in mind, I do realize that as soon as I start writing about it, it has taken a part of my day and therefore is void. Try to ignore the paradoxes, oxymorons, and giant waffles and you'll do fine."
After minimal deliberation, I've decided Ross Perot has had no affect on my day, up to this point. Yes, that's right. Ross Perot. For those who don't know him, he's the big-eared, Texas billionaire who ran for president in 1992 and 1996 as an independent and got 19% and 8% of the popular vote, respectively.
Now, one interesting thing about Ross is he's crazy. He's pretty much admitted it. He's obssessive, paranoid, and all sorts of cooky things you can find if you search google long enough (ain't unsupported sources fun!). Really, I'm rather surprised he hasn't expanded towards world domination. I wouldn't be that surprised if he has a secret volcano lair deep in the heart of Texas where he oversees his minions and plots our eventual Doom.
So Ross, from me to you, good luck. I'll be there to take over when the voices start telling you to polka with that pink wildebeast that just walked in the back door your car doesn't have.
And, for lack of anything better, here's this week's Best IM quote (you people really need to think out of the box more when you talk to me!):
Kelly: Whoa, setting off a nuclear warhead with a paw sounds like quite a feat.
Thursday, November 6
Wednesday, November 5
Well, I must be some sort of prophet because it seems that I know myself entirely too well. Indeed, our rally was today and, of course, I had a subconscious panic attack. They amaze and confound me. Not only are they completely irrational, but they work in such strange ways. I falter over simple words, skip entire sentences, and my mind is a general state of confusion, even though I can't tell exactly what's wrong. Even despite all of my experience in the spotlight (albeit, not that much, but enough that I wouldn't expect such a radical reaction), I still have panic attacks. Derek and Zaq didn't appear to have that problem, maybe they know the secret to success. Go figure.
Anywho, not much else happened today. I did obtain a few good ideas for future rhymes (such as "Ode to the Parentheses"), and they may show up sometime soon. Or they may go the way of the passenger pigeon and deliver a few pizzas before venturing to the big bird house in the sky (and by that, I mean Big Bird's rooftop appartment). Happy Time Wasting!
Anywho, not much else happened today. I did obtain a few good ideas for future rhymes (such as "Ode to the Parentheses"), and they may show up sometime soon. Or they may go the way of the passenger pigeon and deliver a few pizzas before venturing to the big bird house in the sky (and by that, I mean Big Bird's rooftop appartment). Happy Time Wasting!
Tuesday, November 4
Well, I suppose the band folks will be back today (barring any inexplicable warps in the time-space continuum or penguin air-raids[I Told You Not To Feed Them!!!]). I suppose I'll begrudgingly acknowledge their existence, (although I might pretend Carrie's not back for a few more days, just to maintain at least a semblance of tranquility). Anywho, I'm glad you guys are back (or will be, by the time you read this). Silence is alright for awhile, but eventually it gets rebellious and tries to get you to do things like go outside, clean house, or something else equally (and horribly) productive. For a supposedly mute idea, it sure does demand a lot!
On another note, tomorrow's the History rally. I don't really know the educational value of it, but someone's got to be JQ. So I'll go there, make my nervous, fumbling speech in my shoddy, impromptu costume, and then stand there awkwardly and wait for the blasted thing to end. How many times has that happened before? (And yes, that's a rhetorical question. You don't need to answer it). So that means I've been Baron Holbach, Thomas Jefferson, Napoleon, Blaise Pascal(sorta), the Artist Never Known as Prince, and now John Quincy Adams. There are probably others, but only so many ghosts can haunt me at once.
Well, that about wraps it up for today (other than a haircut and me getting examined/whatever you call it for contacts). Until next time...
On another note, tomorrow's the History rally. I don't really know the educational value of it, but someone's got to be JQ. So I'll go there, make my nervous, fumbling speech in my shoddy, impromptu costume, and then stand there awkwardly and wait for the blasted thing to end. How many times has that happened before? (And yes, that's a rhetorical question. You don't need to answer it). So that means I've been Baron Holbach, Thomas Jefferson, Napoleon, Blaise Pascal(sorta), the Artist Never Known as Prince, and now John Quincy Adams. There are probably others, but only so many ghosts can haunt me at once.
Well, that about wraps it up for today (other than a haircut and me getting examined/whatever you call it for contacts). Until next time...
Monday, November 3
Well, at least I got a riddle up. It seems that most of my riddles that aren't terribly flawed are either too easy or impossible. Go figure. As a score update, I've had two right answers and one half-right answer (since it's 12lines, the whole thing is worth 2 points, so I'm giving halfcredit for a certain answer). Ah well, maybe someday I'll make another difficult riddle (I've just had one thus far).
Anywho, I've been stricken by my approximately tri-yearly cold. They're rather annoying little devils, and miserable becomes a permanent state, temporarily. It's times like these where you are able to appreciate all the rest of the time you're not sick or injured or whatever. When you're feeling down and depressed, just think of all the agonizing, annoying, and downright terrible situations you're not in at that particular moment, it can really put things into perspective. For instance "Gee, this math test is tough! How can it possibly get worse? Oh yes, I could be naked, boiling over a molten pit while acid slowly drops onto my feet, and I could have a cold with a migraine headache, and spiders with sharp, itchy legs crawl all over my back, and I could have to listen to free form poetry all at the same time!" So see, it can always get worse. Except in one situation, but if I bring that up, it might just jinx it.
Well, I've got to go get some snot out of my throat! Later!
Anywho, I've been stricken by my approximately tri-yearly cold. They're rather annoying little devils, and miserable becomes a permanent state, temporarily. It's times like these where you are able to appreciate all the rest of the time you're not sick or injured or whatever. When you're feeling down and depressed, just think of all the agonizing, annoying, and downright terrible situations you're not in at that particular moment, it can really put things into perspective. For instance "Gee, this math test is tough! How can it possibly get worse? Oh yes, I could be naked, boiling over a molten pit while acid slowly drops onto my feet, and I could have a cold with a migraine headache, and spiders with sharp, itchy legs crawl all over my back, and I could have to listen to free form poetry all at the same time!" So see, it can always get worse. Except in one situation, but if I bring that up, it might just jinx it.
Well, I've got to go get some snot out of my throat! Later!
Sunday, November 2
Riddle #2
Fuel for an intense fire that rages from within,
The source of many horrors, and the cause of so much sin
Yet still it's brought much good, when targeted at strife,
It's simply part of living, a part of human life.
Many try to stop it, and sometimes they succeed,
Yet to stop injustice, it's something we can need.
An obstacle to peace, this is to be sure,
Many think they're tainted, unless of this they're pure.
Although you may not think it, it shows you really care,
Still when you're the target, you'd rather be elsewhere.
It gives many a life a meaning, strange, and yet it's true;
So tell me what's the answer, and does it afflict you?
Well there you have it. Sort of late, but what are you going to do, fire me? This one may be tough because you may not agree with some of the lines I attribute to the answer. Just remember to look at your ideas from different perspectives, and I don't think this will be too hard. As far as the results for the first week, virtually everyone got it right, although I made one or two allowances since very shortly after I wrote the riddle I went back to change it to make it more specific. The ones who entered (and now have 1), for those who were idly wondering about such trivial things, were Caitlin, Martha, Derek, Lee, THE SUGUE, Melissa, Kelly, Elizabeth G., and Elizabeth E.
For those who haven't sent in an answer, you still have two weeks before I enforce the one week time limit, so send away ( DeepFriedDyl@comcast.net).
(The last riddle was on Friday, October 24 if you want to look in the archives).
Fuel for an intense fire that rages from within,
The source of many horrors, and the cause of so much sin
Yet still it's brought much good, when targeted at strife,
It's simply part of living, a part of human life.
Many try to stop it, and sometimes they succeed,
Yet to stop injustice, it's something we can need.
An obstacle to peace, this is to be sure,
Many think they're tainted, unless of this they're pure.
Although you may not think it, it shows you really care,
Still when you're the target, you'd rather be elsewhere.
It gives many a life a meaning, strange, and yet it's true;
So tell me what's the answer, and does it afflict you?
Well there you have it. Sort of late, but what are you going to do, fire me? This one may be tough because you may not agree with some of the lines I attribute to the answer. Just remember to look at your ideas from different perspectives, and I don't think this will be too hard. As far as the results for the first week, virtually everyone got it right, although I made one or two allowances since very shortly after I wrote the riddle I went back to change it to make it more specific. The ones who entered (and now have 1), for those who were idly wondering about such trivial things, were Caitlin, Martha, Derek, Lee, THE SUGUE, Melissa, Kelly, Elizabeth G., and Elizabeth E.
For those who haven't sent in an answer, you still have two weeks before I enforce the one week time limit, so send away ( DeepFriedDyl@comcast.net).
(The last riddle was on Friday, October 24 if you want to look in the archives).
Thursday, October 30
Well, as an effort to make this thing a tad more entertaining, I'd like to start doing something on a weekly basis in addition to my riddles. So to start it off, I'll have a "IM quote o' the week."
IndubitablyDyl: I should do so many things
Derek: but then where would all the time you had planned not to do anything go?
Derek: you can't just break commitments like that
If I had a "should" for every "did", I'd be completely in control of the world by now. We're talking, to every minute detail. Well, except for my co-dictator. (You have to have a backup you know; flaming gerbil ninjas of Chaos are a real problem when you've taken over whole civilizations).
Speaking of co-dictators, one thing we did accomplish today at the Math Competition (other than me failing to do any superior feats of mathness, getting separated from everyone else (as is my custom, unfortunately), and resorting to doing Math Homework while not in school) was the brainstorming for a new number system/language. Some of you may not know it, but our 10-base number system isn't the only one available. Binary, a 1-base, only uses 0's and 1's to create a language. I.E., 101101101 is 365. So at the Math competition, we came up for the idea of a subliminal, world domanationish system. For instance, 1, 2, 3, Deanna (just cause it's Deanna), 4,5, OBEY, 6, 7, DYLAN, 9, 10, YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED, 12, 13, 14, THERE IS A MAN WITH A GUN RIGHT BEHIND YOU, DO EXACTLY AS HE SAYS AND NOTHING WILL GO WRONG, 16, 17, 18, 19, POISON BEBE GUN PELLETS, 20, 21... etc. Pretty inconspicuous, eh? Oh the ideas spawned in rambling, semi-nonsensical conversations....
IndubitablyDyl: I should do so many things
Derek: but then where would all the time you had planned not to do anything go?
Derek: you can't just break commitments like that
If I had a "should" for every "did", I'd be completely in control of the world by now. We're talking, to every minute detail. Well, except for my co-dictator. (You have to have a backup you know; flaming gerbil ninjas of Chaos are a real problem when you've taken over whole civilizations).
Speaking of co-dictators, one thing we did accomplish today at the Math Competition (other than me failing to do any superior feats of mathness, getting separated from everyone else (as is my custom, unfortunately), and resorting to doing Math Homework while not in school) was the brainstorming for a new number system/language. Some of you may not know it, but our 10-base number system isn't the only one available. Binary, a 1-base, only uses 0's and 1's to create a language. I.E., 101101101 is 365. So at the Math competition, we came up for the idea of a subliminal, world domanationish system. For instance, 1, 2, 3, Deanna (just cause it's Deanna), 4,5, OBEY, 6, 7, DYLAN, 9, 10, YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED, 12, 13, 14, THERE IS A MAN WITH A GUN RIGHT BEHIND YOU, DO EXACTLY AS HE SAYS AND NOTHING WILL GO WRONG, 16, 17, 18, 19, POISON BEBE GUN PELLETS, 20, 21... etc. Pretty inconspicuous, eh? Oh the ideas spawned in rambling, semi-nonsensical conversations....
Wednesday, October 29
Have you ever listened to a conversation that seemed completely over your head? I mean, we're talking about another plane of comprehension that you can't hope to understand? It just gives you a feeling of insignificance, that you will never achieve such a higher level of understanding
Then you remember that you're the one with the undead radioactive mongeese of DOOM, thus you're fine just the way you are. If you don't have anysort of army of amazingly enhanced creatures, by all means make one. It's rather an interesting activity...
That brings up another interesting subject. An interesting form of conversation is a pure nonsensical discussion. Both parties converse in a perfectly serious manner, but you're actually talking about things that make no sense, never will make sense, and could not possibly happen. You simply have a normal discussion about pure nonsense in the form of great ideas, made up events, or even, dare I say it, world domination plans (the latter probably being the best). No one says anything about it being pure nonsense, for it must treated as feasible. There's sort of a mutual bond, a link of mutual understanding unique to the participants. Try it (especially in the prescense of people incapable of such a discussion, confusing them to bits!).
(By the way, I realize my comments section is often on the fritz; my suggestion is to save what you write beforehand, especially if it's long, try it two or three times, then come back 5minutes later and retry. It'll eventually end up working. If the comments line isn't even there, just come back later. The blogspot site,for the actual log, and Blogspeak site, for the comments, are two independent functions, so one can be down without the other. Over and Far, Far Out.)
Then you remember that you're the one with the undead radioactive mongeese of DOOM, thus you're fine just the way you are. If you don't have anysort of army of amazingly enhanced creatures, by all means make one. It's rather an interesting activity...
That brings up another interesting subject. An interesting form of conversation is a pure nonsensical discussion. Both parties converse in a perfectly serious manner, but you're actually talking about things that make no sense, never will make sense, and could not possibly happen. You simply have a normal discussion about pure nonsense in the form of great ideas, made up events, or even, dare I say it, world domination plans (the latter probably being the best). No one says anything about it being pure nonsense, for it must treated as feasible. There's sort of a mutual bond, a link of mutual understanding unique to the participants. Try it (especially in the prescense of people incapable of such a discussion, confusing them to bits!).
(By the way, I realize my comments section is often on the fritz; my suggestion is to save what you write beforehand, especially if it's long, try it two or three times, then come back 5minutes later and retry. It'll eventually end up working. If the comments line isn't even there, just come back later. The blogspot site,for the actual log, and Blogspeak site, for the comments, are two independent functions, so one can be down without the other. Over and Far, Far Out.)