Well, finals are finally here. I suppose I should be studying this very moment, but if I don't make decent grades so I can brutally abuse them this time of year, why make them in the first place? (Ok, so that doesn't make a lot of sense. Neither does warm ice cream. You figure it out.) I may actually put a bit of effort into a few of them, just to make it interesting, but I want the test taking experience to be at least a bit exciting (I'm talking to you Accounting Final).
However, a more pressing concern arises as I sit here in my usual spot with nothing better than to blather on and on and on about how I'm blathering on and on and on about how I'm...well... you know the rest. I still need something to do that doesn't involve me and an actively sedentary lifestyle. So if anyone wants to go found a cult, plan an insurrection, go on a harrowing journey of life, death, and the American Cheese, or ,of course, kick a puppy, let me know. I'll be glad to consider it, and at the very least you'll get a sincere good luck followed by a sarcastic comment or two.
One thing I would really like to avoid is the giving and receiving of gifts. It's just so...aggravating. Not the aggravating of a drip-drip-dripping sink while you lie completely flat on a long, cold table as a pair of slightly mad orangutan prepare to remove your eyelids and short term memory in an admirable, but futile attempt to salvage any trace of sanity you may have after going through hours and hours of horrible, brain-squashing boredom at the hands of a vacation you ambivalently want and despise at the same time. (Try to say that three times fast in one breath...) Anyway, gift-giving and receiving is a custom I'm not all that fond of. Perhaps if someone specifically requested something that it was within my oh so limited power to easily aquire, I might go through the effort. Otherwise, the uncertainty and relatively good chance at failure deter me from trying. Ah well, it could be worse.
As you may have noticed, none of this is really all that entertaining and/or mindblowing. You see, as long as I can justify remaining online, I can put off trying to cram every single random fact of a subject I will not ever use again into my already fragmented and limited mind. But I'll spare you anymore of this, for I am a kind and benevolent rambler who knows when it is good to consider thinking about attempting to try to start stopping. I'm not evil, just...well...ok, so I am kind of evil. But evil in a good, fuzzy, bristly, "AH AH GET IT OFF, IT BURNS LIKE THE COLDEST ICE OF AN ACTIVE VOLCANO IN THE MIDDLE OF ANTARCTICA" kind of way. So until next time, Pleasant Dreams and Merry Studying.
Tuesday, December 16
Monday, December 15
Riddle #8
Enemy to faith and reason,
Bane to students of any season,
This is something we oft do fear,
Yet throughout our lives it's always near.
Without this We can’t progress,
But it still causes much distress;
If it’s too strong you won’t proceed
But for a great mind, it’s what you’ll need.
It irritates authority to no end,
To swift action it is no friend.
With your answer, this may be in tow;
You could be sure, but you just don’t know!
Well, there you have it. I'm not concerned whether it's too easy or not, you'll like getting it right regardless. Sorry for the delay, I was busy all yesterday and it's against my bum-like code to work ahead. Complaints can be directed to me through IM where I will forward them to "Loseyapointsnow", our Customer Service Representative.
As for updated scores, here they are Derek 12, The Sugue 10, Elizabeth G. 8, Kelly 8, Caitlin 8, Ellen 8, Elizabeth E. 6, Martha 6, Melissa 4, Amy 3, Rachel 3. (I've been having trouble keeping up with all the points you people toss at my face, so if you feel there's a discrepancy let me know).
Not much else to say at the moment, so I'll leave you with a much belated "Quote of the Week"
Derek: conspiracies: life's most flavorful seasoning
(Once again, The Plague of Color, or, as I refer to him, "The Sugue", has squeaked out enough incorrectly spelled responses to earn the right to color the blog again (if he chooses to change it). If you don't like the colors, post more! If you like the colors, good for you! Maybe they'll bring some pastel colored joy into your normally brownish grey life. Until next time).
Bane to students of any season,
This is something we oft do fear,
Yet throughout our lives it's always near.
Without this We can’t progress,
But it still causes much distress;
If it’s too strong you won’t proceed
But for a great mind, it’s what you’ll need.
It irritates authority to no end,
To swift action it is no friend.
With your answer, this may be in tow;
You could be sure, but you just don’t know!
Well, there you have it. I'm not concerned whether it's too easy or not, you'll like getting it right regardless. Sorry for the delay, I was busy all yesterday and it's against my bum-like code to work ahead. Complaints can be directed to me through IM where I will forward them to "Loseyapointsnow", our Customer Service Representative.
As for updated scores, here they are Derek 12, The Sugue 10, Elizabeth G. 8, Kelly 8, Caitlin 8, Ellen 8, Elizabeth E. 6, Martha 6, Melissa 4, Amy 3, Rachel 3. (I've been having trouble keeping up with all the points you people toss at my face, so if you feel there's a discrepancy let me know).
Not much else to say at the moment, so I'll leave you with a much belated "Quote of the Week"
Derek: conspiracies: life's most flavorful seasoning
(Once again, The Plague of Color, or, as I refer to him, "The Sugue", has squeaked out enough incorrectly spelled responses to earn the right to color the blog again (if he chooses to change it). If you don't like the colors, post more! If you like the colors, good for you! Maybe they'll bring some pastel colored joy into your normally brownish grey life. Until next time).
Thursday, December 11
That's Not Rain, It's Fluffy Snow!
Well, such is a typical "winter" in the K-town hood. Which, strangely, is fortunate for me. You see, now that I'm an old fuddy-duddy, I don't want out of school. Do Adjust Your Set, this is not a Test. That's right, other than Chemistry at the end of the day and usually History, I don't want to be out of school. I feel like such a traitor to the student mentality. You see, for the past few years (since Christmas of seventh grade), I've been addicted to online computer games. However, in August I decided I'd quit. Cold turkey, if you will. Well, now it seems as if I have nothing to do. With all my time not being devoted to the game, I still find myself online hoping someone will deem me worthy enough to talk to.
It's rather strange, because not wanting to be out of school really speeds it along. So, I've developed some ideas for getting me to actually do something. I'll probably bump some quote off my profile and include a topic to ask me about, no matter how strange, and see what happens (something like "What do you think about the Spanish Civil War? or "Are poisonous frogs really that good a side dish for a wedding dinner?). Perhaps someone will IM me, I'll say "hooah" and that'll be it. Perhaps we'll delve deep into the human pysche and discover the secret to pudding. Or we may just come up with some great plans for world domination. Either way, it'll be better than nothing! I think...
Not only that, but come next summer I'm going to start a routine. It'll probably involve me going to walk somewhere, walking around awhile, stopping to play a game of some sort somewhere (inside, outside, something), me reading a book, me trying to do something else of some interest, and me going to sleep. Now, the key for this to work is for others to know. You see, I'd start each day with a set plan. Other people would know where to find me, every day, and if they felt like it they could come along for the ride. It'd be like a mini-adventure every day, while everything was entirely routine. Ain't irony great? It'd be a walk in the park too! Literally!
Well, that's about all for today. The Daily Show, often the highlight of my night, is about to commence so I must bid you all Farewell. Until next time....
It's rather strange, because not wanting to be out of school really speeds it along. So, I've developed some ideas for getting me to actually do something. I'll probably bump some quote off my profile and include a topic to ask me about, no matter how strange, and see what happens (something like "What do you think about the Spanish Civil War? or "Are poisonous frogs really that good a side dish for a wedding dinner?). Perhaps someone will IM me, I'll say "hooah" and that'll be it. Perhaps we'll delve deep into the human pysche and discover the secret to pudding. Or we may just come up with some great plans for world domination. Either way, it'll be better than nothing! I think...
Not only that, but come next summer I'm going to start a routine. It'll probably involve me going to walk somewhere, walking around awhile, stopping to play a game of some sort somewhere (inside, outside, something), me reading a book, me trying to do something else of some interest, and me going to sleep. Now, the key for this to work is for others to know. You see, I'd start each day with a set plan. Other people would know where to find me, every day, and if they felt like it they could come along for the ride. It'd be like a mini-adventure every day, while everything was entirely routine. Ain't irony great? It'd be a walk in the park too! Literally!
Well, that's about all for today. The Daily Show, often the highlight of my night, is about to commence so I must bid you all Farewell. Until next time....
Wednesday, December 10
Getting Down in the Boondocks
Well, I hope you weren't too concerned after my ramble hiatus the past few days. I know you people have more than your fair share of insanity, so I think you'll survive. Anyway, I've got one for you today. I was thinking of ways to accessorize in the event of a hostile takeover. While a T-shirt and pair of jeans works everyday otherwise, it is often wise to have a distiguishable "style" of world dominating apparel. Foremost among such clothing is, of course, the cape. Now, the cape is an often overlooked item that is really quite necessary for any sort of Superhero/villain. Sure, you can do without it, but it's not everyday you get to wear a cape! Well, it would be if you had superpowers, but anyway...
So my idea for a nifty Super Villain would be "Society Man." For those who don't know, society is one of many forces that I have to contend with everyday (others being Vishnu, the word "should", apathy, insurmontable love, a manual car, trying to focus in chemistry, the continuing war of my mind vs. my heart, you get the point). But society holds a particular spot in my ever growing lists of things to give a severe fingerwagging too. Anyway, as "Society Man" I would dress in solid black, except for a white cape, or solid white except for a black cape. It would be satirical in that society sees too many things in black and white and won't change, but it would also look snazzy. At least I think it would. But I have no fashion sense or any sense for that matter, so...um...tough grahm crackers!
Once properly outfitted, I could woosh around telling people how wrong they are but then fly away without presenting any reason why at all. It'd be quite amusing. Did I mention I'd get to wear a cape too? There are plenty of other things Society Man could do, if you think of any post em. If you don't, then think of what superhero/villain you'd like to be and your kickin' threads(you can always change, it's not permanent...).
Well, that's about it for the day. You have something to do. I always have something to do. So with my mission accomplished, I'll run off into the sunset shouting "Watch TV! Books are for squares! Taxes are Bad! Escape from Life! AWAY!!!"
So my idea for a nifty Super Villain would be "Society Man." For those who don't know, society is one of many forces that I have to contend with everyday (others being Vishnu, the word "should", apathy, insurmontable love, a manual car, trying to focus in chemistry, the continuing war of my mind vs. my heart, you get the point). But society holds a particular spot in my ever growing lists of things to give a severe fingerwagging too. Anyway, as "Society Man" I would dress in solid black, except for a white cape, or solid white except for a black cape. It would be satirical in that society sees too many things in black and white and won't change, but it would also look snazzy. At least I think it would. But I have no fashion sense or any sense for that matter, so...um...tough grahm crackers!
Once properly outfitted, I could woosh around telling people how wrong they are but then fly away without presenting any reason why at all. It'd be quite amusing. Did I mention I'd get to wear a cape too? There are plenty of other things Society Man could do, if you think of any post em. If you don't, then think of what superhero/villain you'd like to be and your kickin' threads(you can always change, it's not permanent...).
Well, that's about it for the day. You have something to do. I always have something to do. So with my mission accomplished, I'll run off into the sunset shouting "Watch TV! Books are for squares! Taxes are Bad! Escape from Life! AWAY!!!"
Monday, December 8
Riddle #7
It’s necessary for sanity, but it takes up too much time,
Stealing away so much of life just ought to be a crime!
We want it when we can’t have it, yet we delay it when we can,
We can rarely find enough, it just won’t fit our plan.
It’s a sanctuary from strife, yet it can create so much more,
In fact every time you enter it, you don’t know what’s in store.
Once it’s taken hold you won’t want it to end,
But obligation, life, and time will not let you extend.
We all need some eventually, you just can't do without;
If you don't get enough you're often prone to pout.
So go get some right now, since you've nothing else to do;
Don't worry, you can go, I'll be waiting here for you.
Well, there you are. Not hard, but none of em are all that difficult so I suppose I should stop saying it every single time(of course, I write em and I know the answers from the beginning!) Anywho, due to circumstances beyond my control (website errors, little computer commandeering sisters, monkeys with knives that feel surprisingly like butter(really really hot, low fat butter)), I was unable to post the riddle yesterday. I'm sure most of you are heartbroken and almost could not go on the next day, but take heart that there are archives and walls you can pound your heads into while you read them.
At any rate, most of you didn't answer last week's riddle, but two of you got it right. The updated scores are: Derek 10, The Sugue 8, Elizabeth G. 6, Caitlin 6, Ellen 6, Elizabeth E. 6, Martha 6, Amy 3, Melissa 3, Rachel 3.
That's about all for now. I've got some clones to initiate and some explosions to clean/cover up. Until next time.
(Well, by my most likely flawed calculations, The Sugue won the posting contest, so he gets to choose the color theme. I count the post counts from sunday-saturday, not the day I post the riddles, just fyi. Since you three people are probably the only ones to read something other than riddles, I give you all salutes. You really keep the posts counts hoppin! Except the Sugue, because no one likes the Grammar Police.)
Stealing away so much of life just ought to be a crime!
We want it when we can’t have it, yet we delay it when we can,
We can rarely find enough, it just won’t fit our plan.
It’s a sanctuary from strife, yet it can create so much more,
In fact every time you enter it, you don’t know what’s in store.
Once it’s taken hold you won’t want it to end,
But obligation, life, and time will not let you extend.
We all need some eventually, you just can't do without;
If you don't get enough you're often prone to pout.
So go get some right now, since you've nothing else to do;
Don't worry, you can go, I'll be waiting here for you.
Well, there you are. Not hard, but none of em are all that difficult so I suppose I should stop saying it every single time(of course, I write em and I know the answers from the beginning!) Anywho, due to circumstances beyond my control (website errors, little computer commandeering sisters, monkeys with knives that feel surprisingly like butter(really really hot, low fat butter)), I was unable to post the riddle yesterday. I'm sure most of you are heartbroken and almost could not go on the next day, but take heart that there are archives and walls you can pound your heads into while you read them.
At any rate, most of you didn't answer last week's riddle, but two of you got it right. The updated scores are: Derek 10, The Sugue 8, Elizabeth G. 6, Caitlin 6, Ellen 6, Elizabeth E. 6, Martha 6, Amy 3, Melissa 3, Rachel 3.
That's about all for now. I've got some clones to initiate and some explosions to clean/cover up. Until next time.
(Well, by my most likely flawed calculations, The Sugue won the posting contest, so he gets to choose the color theme. I count the post counts from sunday-saturday, not the day I post the riddles, just fyi. Since you three people are probably the only ones to read something other than riddles, I give you all salutes. You really keep the posts counts hoppin! Except the Sugue, because no one likes the Grammar Police.)
Friday, December 5
I'm as Light as a Balloon and Twice as Fluffy
Ok, so that doesn't really make much sense. But today I decided that self-constraint and reason could go sit in time-out awhile and think about what they've done. The Dunce Hat is optional. But anyway, yes, I decided that using an "inside voice" and caring whether everyone around me disapproved Random Acts of Lunacy was not in the cards. There's just something about a Friday and the fact that I no longer had any projects looming ominously over my head that made me want to throw caution to the wind. Of course, it didn't help my efforts that I threw it directly into the wind and it subsequently flew back and smacked me in my face. Still, the desired effect was accomplished.
I also developed a new idea for when I have complete control of reality. Well, it's more of a continuation of an old one, but this time added on. I still think that it would be quite an interesting superpower to make everything in your near vicinity take the form of a dramatic musical. People would constantly sing instead of speaking and all sorts of things like triumphant marches, daring sword fights, elephant stampedes, massive overthrows of the reigning Overlord, you get the drift. So today I thought it would be nice to just form a line or procession of people and march through the halls on Fridays singing in choreographed movement. It'd be great if it started out with just a few and gained momentum until we reached the parking lot and ended with a huge dramatic note. Of course, the fire code breakage alone would be disturbing, but I can dream can't I? Oh. I can't? Well...umm...fine. I guess I'll......make a mad getaway in that idle winnebago(criticize spelling if you dare) and ride off on into the sunset! Away!
So Dylan hopped in that magical winnebago and travelled all over the country. Eventually he developed a whole highway procession and an army formed. He then set his sights on taking over all of Nebraska, hoping that with the fall of the heartland the rest would follow. Unfortunately, he had a flat on the way there, stopped in Kansas, and the wild chickenhawks that roam that barren land lit his gas tank on fire, creating a gigantic explosion and spreading a holocaust of flame across the countryside. By the time it was put out, Dylan had only one eyebrow left, and this loss left him bitter and inconsolable for the rest of his days. The End.
Well, I figured I had to throw some random nonsense at you. It's been awhile. Ok, so maybe not. Have a good weekend anyway.
I also developed a new idea for when I have complete control of reality. Well, it's more of a continuation of an old one, but this time added on. I still think that it would be quite an interesting superpower to make everything in your near vicinity take the form of a dramatic musical. People would constantly sing instead of speaking and all sorts of things like triumphant marches, daring sword fights, elephant stampedes, massive overthrows of the reigning Overlord, you get the drift. So today I thought it would be nice to just form a line or procession of people and march through the halls on Fridays singing in choreographed movement. It'd be great if it started out with just a few and gained momentum until we reached the parking lot and ended with a huge dramatic note. Of course, the fire code breakage alone would be disturbing, but I can dream can't I? Oh. I can't? Well...umm...fine. I guess I'll......make a mad getaway in that idle winnebago(criticize spelling if you dare) and ride off on into the sunset! Away!
So Dylan hopped in that magical winnebago and travelled all over the country. Eventually he developed a whole highway procession and an army formed. He then set his sights on taking over all of Nebraska, hoping that with the fall of the heartland the rest would follow. Unfortunately, he had a flat on the way there, stopped in Kansas, and the wild chickenhawks that roam that barren land lit his gas tank on fire, creating a gigantic explosion and spreading a holocaust of flame across the countryside. By the time it was put out, Dylan had only one eyebrow left, and this loss left him bitter and inconsolable for the rest of his days. The End.
Well, I figured I had to throw some random nonsense at you. It's been awhile. Ok, so maybe not. Have a good weekend anyway.
Wednesday, December 3
You've Made Your Bed Now Lay In It!
Well, as instructed by the top poster last week, I've changed the colors to fit her criteria. If you don't like them, post more and maybe you'll get to change them. If you do like them I hope this tiny surge of joy sends you on a rocket to eternal bliss and happiness.
Well, today I tried a new strategy to get me motivated. Typically I'll go through school in a somewhat lively mood and then I'll be paralyzed by apathy and despair when I arrive home. So today I thought I may as well see if the opposite works. It wasn't all that enjoyable, being dreary and just dripping despair all day, but what goes down should hopefully come up, so I'll just have to see how the emotional rollercoaster goes.
Other than that almost masochistic experiment, I really didn't do much of anything of any note today. I did write a "Song of Myself" and found that whenever I try to write any poetry at all it has to include some rhyme or I just can't do it. I tried, but my mind kept trying to put rhymes in everywhere. At least I didn't get too wrapped up in it. I'll start trying to rhyme my thoughts if I try to rhyme too much, and believe you me, it ain't pretty. I can almost talk in rhyme, but since I can't warp time to go back and fix the rhythm mistakes I've already spoken it's largely a failure.
Speaking of failures, you may have noticed that I mentioned a game involving world domination and insignificant objects yesterday. So, as part of another semi-contest I've decided to force you people not to do, I'd like to see what you can do with a piece of copper wire, three buffalo, and 500 Canadian quarters. You don't have to use all of that stuff, but you must use at least one. As for other rulers, there really aren't any. I'll give a point for the best and a point for the funniest (assuming any of you do it, of course). Post them in the comments if ya don't mind.
Well, I've got poetry to find, history to read, and time to brutally murder with a rusty spatula, so until next time.
Well, today I tried a new strategy to get me motivated. Typically I'll go through school in a somewhat lively mood and then I'll be paralyzed by apathy and despair when I arrive home. So today I thought I may as well see if the opposite works. It wasn't all that enjoyable, being dreary and just dripping despair all day, but what goes down should hopefully come up, so I'll just have to see how the emotional rollercoaster goes.
Other than that almost masochistic experiment, I really didn't do much of anything of any note today. I did write a "Song of Myself" and found that whenever I try to write any poetry at all it has to include some rhyme or I just can't do it. I tried, but my mind kept trying to put rhymes in everywhere. At least I didn't get too wrapped up in it. I'll start trying to rhyme my thoughts if I try to rhyme too much, and believe you me, it ain't pretty. I can almost talk in rhyme, but since I can't warp time to go back and fix the rhythm mistakes I've already spoken it's largely a failure.
Speaking of failures, you may have noticed that I mentioned a game involving world domination and insignificant objects yesterday. So, as part of another semi-contest I've decided to force you people not to do, I'd like to see what you can do with a piece of copper wire, three buffalo, and 500 Canadian quarters. You don't have to use all of that stuff, but you must use at least one. As for other rulers, there really aren't any. I'll give a point for the best and a point for the funniest (assuming any of you do it, of course). Post them in the comments if ya don't mind.
Well, I've got poetry to find, history to read, and time to brutally murder with a rusty spatula, so until next time.