History of the War:
There has been a war going on. A fight against an invading army. The enemies are the small Myrmidon warriors, the fighting colony which has settled down recently on our territory, in an attempt to claim it as their own. Had they acted peacefully, the taxpaying landowners may have let them stay, unnoticed, but the foul creatures took it upon themselves to raid the country. This has turned into an all-out war, and we are determined to win.
The Myrmidon's first mistake was to attack my Principality. They succeeded in marching unnoticed while in my room, but once I caught on to their presence I was a ruthless defender. After utilizing a poisonous gas, their tiny, insect bodies were left, dead on the carpet. The Queen and King of the territory weren't even notified of the invader's existence.
However, they second wave of soldiers made it apparent that these invaders weren't as passive as others. They found new places to crawl through from, and sneaked out under cover of darkness to reclaimed their lost ground. their second mistake here was making themselves more obvious. In the countryside, outside of the Castle home, lines and lines of workers and soldiers crawled back and forth along cracks in the pavement. Anyone walking outside would notice them. After asking my father, the King, for help, I managed to gas out all the ants visible, bothering not to clean up their dead bodies.
This was when the Myrmidons got upset. In a third offensive wave, they scouted out anything and everything to use against me, even hiding out in my backpack to attack me at school (which kind of failed, as they all got lost and confused, being so far away from their superorganism queen). This is when I stepped out of my previously defensive role.
News from the Front:
Yesterday, I cleared the battlefield of anything the enemies could use to hide behind, or in. After the room was entirely cleaned out, and the victims of the previous battles cleaned up, we sent a Trojan Horse to the creatures, a peace offering as it were of poisoned food. The poison is slow acting, so that the Myrmidon has enough time to take it to his queen before he dies. How quickly the invaders will catch on, we can not know. Until we know for certain that they are gone, we must remain vigilant.
As I drifted off to sleep last night, our Queen Landowner woke me up to tell me the enemies had taked the bait. However, this morning they were all gone. Now we wait....
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Misadventures of the AlphaSmart 3000
National Novel Writing Month begins in November, and I'm preparing for it by bringing my AlphaSmart to school. The model AlphaSmart I own is so old, they don't even make it anymore, but it types and uploads to computers so I don't mind. However, the AlphaSmart gets a lot of interesting reactions from my classmates:
The kids I hang out with at lunch saw the AlphaSmart last year, so they all knew what it was. Taryn was significantly taken by it - as expected, she'd take it when she could and type randomly on it. Which was OK when I wasn't working, and pretty fun to watch. There were others who requested time to type on there, but mostly they'd just watch me with it.
Several people told me "That's so cool! I want one for Christmas!" Dude - it's not, really. My 3000 is pretty lame - I really want one of the new Dana devices (the AlphaSmart company changed their name to Neo, or they were bought out I can't remember). My 3000's keys stick, the device-to-computer file transfer is so slow, and I can only see four lines of text at a time. But apparently I'm starting a trend. Who knew.
On several instances, a group of people have, one-by-one, asked me about the AlphaSmart, taking courage from the previous inquiries but obviously not paying attention to my responses to them. Generally a brave first soul will ask "What's that?" and after I reply, two others will turn to look and say "That's cool," while a third says "Wait, what is it?" the cycle repeats until everyone in the immediate vicinity has received the news, and the news travels down the rows of desks. Most annoying is when someone says "What is it for?" at the same time as someone else's "What is that?" because it means answering two questions on two sides, and not being able to get any work done
What's even more hilarious, however, is when no one asks me. In one class period, a few guys sitting around me had an entire whispered conversation about my strange device. They obviously thought I couldn't hear them, but they were whispering back and forth quite obviously. "Hey, what is that?" "It looks like a typewriter, dork." "What's she doing with it?" "I don't know, ask her." "You ask her?" "Hey, what did you say it was?" "I don't know, fool, it looks like a typewriter!" "Well, ask her!" "You ask her!" It was pretty hilarious to listen to, and I couldn't bring myself to sate them by interrupting their conversation. And it kept me from falling asleep in class.
Hopefully, however, this will stop any questions coming up by November. Last year, I felt a bit rude when I kept typing away at my story while others were trying to interrogate me. With any luck, anyone who wants to aske me questions will have them asked by the time I'm ready to ignore them.
The kids I hang out with at lunch saw the AlphaSmart last year, so they all knew what it was. Taryn was significantly taken by it - as expected, she'd take it when she could and type randomly on it. Which was OK when I wasn't working, and pretty fun to watch. There were others who requested time to type on there, but mostly they'd just watch me with it.
Several people told me "That's so cool! I want one for Christmas!" Dude - it's not, really. My 3000 is pretty lame - I really want one of the new Dana devices (the AlphaSmart company changed their name to Neo, or they were bought out I can't remember). My 3000's keys stick, the device-to-computer file transfer is so slow, and I can only see four lines of text at a time. But apparently I'm starting a trend. Who knew.
On several instances, a group of people have, one-by-one, asked me about the AlphaSmart, taking courage from the previous inquiries but obviously not paying attention to my responses to them. Generally a brave first soul will ask "What's that?" and after I reply, two others will turn to look and say "That's cool," while a third says "Wait, what is it?" the cycle repeats until everyone in the immediate vicinity has received the news, and the news travels down the rows of desks. Most annoying is when someone says "What is it for?" at the same time as someone else's "What is that?" because it means answering two questions on two sides, and not being able to get any work done
What's even more hilarious, however, is when no one asks me. In one class period, a few guys sitting around me had an entire whispered conversation about my strange device. They obviously thought I couldn't hear them, but they were whispering back and forth quite obviously. "Hey, what is that?" "It looks like a typewriter, dork." "What's she doing with it?" "I don't know, ask her." "You ask her?" "Hey, what did you say it was?" "I don't know, fool, it looks like a typewriter!" "Well, ask her!" "You ask her!" It was pretty hilarious to listen to, and I couldn't bring myself to sate them by interrupting their conversation. And it kept me from falling asleep in class.
Hopefully, however, this will stop any questions coming up by November. Last year, I felt a bit rude when I kept typing away at my story while others were trying to interrogate me. With any luck, anyone who wants to aske me questions will have them asked by the time I'm ready to ignore them.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
How to be a snope.
How to be a snope in Five easy steps!
Because not enough people know how. (Do not confuse with 'Snoop'. I do not (publicly) condone nosiness)
Step 1; Open your email. This is essential, as all articles requiring snope-ing come from your email. Remember, if you are at a public access computer, sign out before you leave. After your email is opened, please delete junk mail as necessary. If any mail is obviously junk, it does not require snope-ing and therefore can be deleted without wasting your time.
Step 2; Read your friend's messages. And your boss's. There might be important stuff in there - you never know. It's a good idea to read them at least once a week, though people with more obnoxious or important contacts might find it necessary to read more often.
Step 3; Determine which emails need snope-ing. For inexperienced snope-ers, this may be the most difficult step, so I will provide hints and tips to help.
Step 4; Visit Snopes.com and search for your snope-able email. In the search box, you should be able to copy-and-paste in the first line of the email. The first response should be your snope-able email - if not, re-copy the search term with quotations around it.
Step 5; Check the email's status. Once you have come to the page on your paticular email, and confirmed that this page is indeed about the email you recieved, check the status. The status indicator is just above the grey example box, and below the short synopsis. The status should either be True, Multiple, Undetermined, Status pending (No status), or, in most cases, False. After the status has been checked, you can read about Snopes research on the email and so on and so forth.
(Obtional step 6; Reply to All about your new findings. Tell your poor friends what you have discovered! I'm sure they would either be glad to know they were mislead or hate you entirely for it. Either way, it's a good idea to make sure they know the truth, as it would be a bad idea to let the false emails spread like wildfire.)
Congratulations! You are not a Novice snoper! With practice, you can become an experienced snoper, and everyone will look up to your talent. Don't let this ability die with you - teach your friends, if they are willing, how to snope. Soon, every false email will have been eliminated, and the world will be a better place for it.
Because not enough people know how. (Do not confuse with 'Snoop'. I do not (publicly) condone nosiness)
Step 1; Open your email. This is essential, as all articles requiring snope-ing come from your email. Remember, if you are at a public access computer, sign out before you leave. After your email is opened, please delete junk mail as necessary. If any mail is obviously junk, it does not require snope-ing and therefore can be deleted without wasting your time.
Step 2; Read your friend's messages. And your boss's. There might be important stuff in there - you never know. It's a good idea to read them at least once a week, though people with more obnoxious or important contacts might find it necessary to read more often.
Step 3; Determine which emails need snope-ing. For inexperienced snope-ers, this may be the most difficult step, so I will provide hints and tips to help.
- Look for emails that were not written by your friends. Obviously the person who sent you the email was your associate, but if the person who actually took the time to type out the blather is someone else, the email is probably snope-able.
- Look for stories. ("A friend of mine in Nebraska went to the playroom at MacDonalds one day and..." or "This happened a few years ago at a New York publishing house....") Story-emails, not written by an associate, are definitely snope-able, whereas non-story emails are rarely snope-able.
- Look for forwarding. Generally, anything forwarded more than once is junk on sight, and does not even need to be snoped to prove it. Glance at the message, just in case it's a forward between different offices at your company, but if not don't even bother. Similarly, look for emails that state "we will donate X-money to X-charity for every times this email is sent out." As the technology to accomplish this is illegal (Under unrightful invasion of privacy), this is not possible.
- Look for anything that requests forwarding the email on. Story emails, lame joke emails, and "...or the phone will ring in the middle of the night and you will wake up with the masked villain standing over your bed with a knife covered in your parents blood" emails all seem to ask you to send them on to your associates. All of these, with an excpetion to the jokes, are snope-worthy.
Step 4; Visit Snopes.com and search for your snope-able email. In the search box, you should be able to copy-and-paste in the first line of the email. The first response should be your snope-able email - if not, re-copy the search term with quotations around it.
Step 5; Check the email's status. Once you have come to the page on your paticular email, and confirmed that this page is indeed about the email you recieved, check the status. The status indicator is just above the grey example box, and below the short synopsis. The status should either be True, Multiple, Undetermined, Status pending (No status), or, in most cases, False. After the status has been checked, you can read about Snopes research on the email and so on and so forth.
(Obtional step 6; Reply to All about your new findings. Tell your poor friends what you have discovered! I'm sure they would either be glad to know they were mislead or hate you entirely for it. Either way, it's a good idea to make sure they know the truth, as it would be a bad idea to let the false emails spread like wildfire.)
Congratulations! You are not a Novice snoper! With practice, you can become an experienced snoper, and everyone will look up to your talent. Don't let this ability die with you - teach your friends, if they are willing, how to snope. Soon, every false email will have been eliminated, and the world will be a better place for it.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Eating the Staples
I attempted to make Onigiri today. Onigiri are Japanese rice balls, made by pouring salt on your hands, rolling rice into a round (or triangular) shape, adding a filling, and (optionally) wrapping Nori (seaweed) around. From what I can tell, Onigiri is kind of like the Hotdog of Japan - a quick, easy-to-make snack eaten as an excuse for dinner when you go to the movies so you can have the concession candy bars.
In the past, I've tried to make other Asian foods as well; while reading a manga or watching a drama, I get it in my head that I want to eat something with chopsticks, so I make something so I can do so. My first experiment was a stir-fry with no taste - so I bought a package of Soba noodles that came with a stir-fry/Yakisoba seasoning.
Since then I've successfully made my own Yakisoba with regular Soba noodles. We got a pack of Instant Miso Soup packages, which started out nice but lost taste after a few spoonfuls (Oddly enough, I got a Miso side at a Japanese restaurant the other day, and it didn't go lukewarm or tasteless. I guess I'm still not cooking it right.) I tried to make a Miso-Ramen soup that I can't bring myself to finish or throw away, and after looking at a real recipie I feel the urge to try again.
I did successfully manage to make a Korean Budaechigae, even though I had to substitute a few ingredients, and a Fried Rice recipe from a kid's "Around the World" book.
Onigiri can go in the list as another failed attempt, however. Turns out, you really do need the White Rice, and Brown Long-Grain Rice isn't very sticky, at all. I'm hesitant to request Mom buy White Rice, however, as she seems to dislike it. Until then, I'm stuck with a small bowl of flaked Salmon, four more sheets of Nori (What will end of becoming California rolls or something), and a pot full of Brown Rice fresh off the stove.
(Maybe I should try some other continent for food after I figure Asia out.)
In the past, I've tried to make other Asian foods as well; while reading a manga or watching a drama, I get it in my head that I want to eat something with chopsticks, so I make something so I can do so. My first experiment was a stir-fry with no taste - so I bought a package of Soba noodles that came with a stir-fry/Yakisoba seasoning.
Since then I've successfully made my own Yakisoba with regular Soba noodles. We got a pack of Instant Miso Soup packages, which started out nice but lost taste after a few spoonfuls (Oddly enough, I got a Miso side at a Japanese restaurant the other day, and it didn't go lukewarm or tasteless. I guess I'm still not cooking it right.) I tried to make a Miso-Ramen soup that I can't bring myself to finish or throw away, and after looking at a real recipie I feel the urge to try again.
I did successfully manage to make a Korean Budaechigae, even though I had to substitute a few ingredients, and a Fried Rice recipe from a kid's "Around the World" book.
Onigiri can go in the list as another failed attempt, however. Turns out, you really do need the White Rice, and Brown Long-Grain Rice isn't very sticky, at all. I'm hesitant to request Mom buy White Rice, however, as she seems to dislike it. Until then, I'm stuck with a small bowl of flaked Salmon, four more sheets of Nori (What will end of becoming California rolls or something), and a pot full of Brown Rice fresh off the stove.
(Maybe I should try some other continent for food after I figure Asia out.)
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Beautiful
America smells better.
America has a totally different vibe from Europe, and I believe it's a better vibe.
Also, America has better food.
When I got back from our Europe trip, I made mom buy me a hamburger. And real lemonade (what makes 7-Up lemonade, people? Is everything they drink carbonated?)
Or maybe I just don't like traveling with my extended family.
America has a totally different vibe from Europe, and I believe it's a better vibe.
Also, America has better food.
When I got back from our Europe trip, I made mom buy me a hamburger. And real lemonade (what makes 7-Up lemonade, people? Is everything they drink carbonated?)
Or maybe I just don't like traveling with my extended family.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Define "Television"
As most of you may know, I have rabbit ears.
I didn't start out my life with rabbit ears - I had a full blown...not rabbit ears (wow, what do you have if you don't have rabbit ears?). Up until fourth grade, I think, when we moved out of my first house and into the house I live in now. The house hadn't been built yet, so we had to rent a house for a few months during the summer. When there, we decided to save money and now pay for cable (or satellite or whatever) sense none of our shows were on.
Strangely enough, a show my Mom wanted to watch, called 'The Mole', was playing that summer, so we watched it. It was really hard to watch, because rabbit ears give you a sandstorm behind both the audio and visual of every station, even the better ones. However, we suffered through it, and when we moved into our new house, decided not to pay for cable (or satellite or whatever), since we'd learned to live without it.
When we had cable (or satellite or whatever), the only shows I would watch were the ones on cable networks, like Nickelodeon and Disney and Animal Planet. Afterward, when we only had the local stations (I.E. Fox, ABC, and NBC), I started watching the hour-long dramas there. Since switching to Rabbit Ears, I have started to watch a lot of the local dramas, and now the shows on cable networks look kind of silly to me.
(Oh, in case you didn't know, local networks actually broadcast across the country, just like cable networks, except that they happen to have broadcasting towers nearby that analog antennas will pick up)
Recently, however, the local networks have been hosting a lot of their shows online. During the second season, if I missed an episode of Bones, the only thing I could do was read a very detail episode summary online; now, the entire episode is online for a few weeks after it aired. The same goes for all of my shows - Bones, Chuck, Heroes, Lie to Me, Castle, and anything else I decide to start in September.
After watching my shows online, the sandstorm on the TV really started to bug me. I mean seriously, I had to turn my volume up way high just to hear over the dishwasher, and half the sound coming out was sandstorm. It got to the point that I just planned to watch every show the next day online, whether I'd missed it or not. When this whole "digital switch" thing started to make the papers, I though 'good - let's just get cable (or satellite or whatever) and get over with it.'
Mom went out today to get the converter box for our rabbit ears. It's just one more electrical box sitting on top of our screen, and we have to go to the third input to access it. And you know what? NO SANDSTORM! It's like watching Online Television - but on our actual television!!
I was amazed. Then dad bumped the antenna and it took us twenty minutes to get it back to normal. Then I was amazed again. We actually watched "So You Think You Can Dance" for about twenty minutes, admiring the costumes that we could now properly discern. I think I can finally cut three hours of my computer use each week! *.*
(Or maybe I'll just use that extra time to watch Japanese dramas - Because, you know, I can't get THOSE with my rabbit ears.)
I didn't start out my life with rabbit ears - I had a full blown...not rabbit ears (wow, what do you have if you don't have rabbit ears?). Up until fourth grade, I think, when we moved out of my first house and into the house I live in now. The house hadn't been built yet, so we had to rent a house for a few months during the summer. When there, we decided to save money and now pay for cable (or satellite or whatever) sense none of our shows were on.
Strangely enough, a show my Mom wanted to watch, called 'The Mole', was playing that summer, so we watched it. It was really hard to watch, because rabbit ears give you a sandstorm behind both the audio and visual of every station, even the better ones. However, we suffered through it, and when we moved into our new house, decided not to pay for cable (or satellite or whatever), since we'd learned to live without it.
When we had cable (or satellite or whatever), the only shows I would watch were the ones on cable networks, like Nickelodeon and Disney and Animal Planet. Afterward, when we only had the local stations (I.E. Fox, ABC, and NBC), I started watching the hour-long dramas there. Since switching to Rabbit Ears, I have started to watch a lot of the local dramas, and now the shows on cable networks look kind of silly to me.
(Oh, in case you didn't know, local networks actually broadcast across the country, just like cable networks, except that they happen to have broadcasting towers nearby that analog antennas will pick up)
Recently, however, the local networks have been hosting a lot of their shows online. During the second season, if I missed an episode of Bones, the only thing I could do was read a very detail episode summary online; now, the entire episode is online for a few weeks after it aired. The same goes for all of my shows - Bones, Chuck, Heroes, Lie to Me, Castle, and anything else I decide to start in September.
After watching my shows online, the sandstorm on the TV really started to bug me. I mean seriously, I had to turn my volume up way high just to hear over the dishwasher, and half the sound coming out was sandstorm. It got to the point that I just planned to watch every show the next day online, whether I'd missed it or not. When this whole "digital switch" thing started to make the papers, I though 'good - let's just get cable (or satellite or whatever) and get over with it.'
Mom went out today to get the converter box for our rabbit ears. It's just one more electrical box sitting on top of our screen, and we have to go to the third input to access it. And you know what? NO SANDSTORM! It's like watching Online Television - but on our actual television!!
I was amazed. Then dad bumped the antenna and it took us twenty minutes to get it back to normal. Then I was amazed again. We actually watched "So You Think You Can Dance" for about twenty minutes, admiring the costumes that we could now properly discern. I think I can finally cut three hours of my computer use each week! *.*
(Or maybe I'll just use that extra time to watch Japanese dramas - Because, you know, I can't get THOSE with my rabbit ears.)
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Touch of the Master's Voice
There is a very famous logo of a dog listening to a gramophone - it's supposed to be the owner's voice on the record, and after the owner passed away, the dog finds peace through listening to his voice. We used to have a photo (or was it a painting? One can never tell) of a cat listening to a record player, as a parody.
In case you didn't know, Mom and I are going to Europe for a few weeks this summer. It promises to be a grand adventure. However, I was worried because my cat goes nuts whenever I'm not around for a day. And this time, because my brothers are all gone and my dad would be taking off too, she'll actually be home alone, with an expendable supply of food and water. Since it's only a few days, Mom doesn't want to get someone to watch her, and I'm not too worried about her dieing, but I am worried about how much she'll miss me (and, in the long run, drive the neighborhood crazy with her yowling).
Today, Dad suggested I record my voice on the computer, and set a 'Run Program' to play it every 2-5 hours. I would be clicking my tongue and saying "Megabyte! Here kitty kitty!"
I think that is hilarious. And I think Megabyte would fall for it, too. Which is kind of sad. But mostly hilarious.
In case you didn't know, Mom and I are going to Europe for a few weeks this summer. It promises to be a grand adventure. However, I was worried because my cat goes nuts whenever I'm not around for a day. And this time, because my brothers are all gone and my dad would be taking off too, she'll actually be home alone, with an expendable supply of food and water. Since it's only a few days, Mom doesn't want to get someone to watch her, and I'm not too worried about her dieing, but I am worried about how much she'll miss me (and, in the long run, drive the neighborhood crazy with her yowling).
Today, Dad suggested I record my voice on the computer, and set a 'Run Program' to play it every 2-5 hours. I would be clicking my tongue and saying "Megabyte! Here kitty kitty!"
I think that is hilarious. And I think Megabyte would fall for it, too. Which is kind of sad. But mostly hilarious.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Everybody to the Limit!
(The Cheat, he's to the limit! Everybody, come on Fhqwhgads!)
I used to hate the phrase, "The sky's the limit." When I was young, it didn't make any sense to me.
It sounded like it was trying to say that the only limit on mankind was a distant, unreachable one, and that there were endless possibilities even with this limit on us. That didn't make any sense to me, because the metaphor was the sky, and with the advances in technology this past century, we've gone up and above the sky, into Outer Space (Quick question: is there a better term for that? 'Space' doesn't work, because everything is space. Hmm...)
As I got older, I talked to others who had the same opinion as I. Originally, I though I was alone in this line of thought, but I realized this was the general agreement on the matter. And of course, whenever something becomes the general agreement, I have to find a way to question it.
So I thought. I did research. And I formulated a new opinion.
"The sky's the limit" is thought to have originate just before WWI, after the invention of the flying machine by Wilbur and Orville Wright. The idea, at the time, was that there were endless possibilities, and no one could know what could be done, since before the flying machine was made no one seriously believed it could be done. It was, at the time of it coinage, a literal and figurative mixed metaphor.
Now, however, the meaning of the phrase has changed. What once meant "It is possible to achieve more than one thought possible" now means "There is no limit."
Because the sky ISN'T the limit. We've reached outer space; we've proved the old adage wrong, and broken through all the barriers that limited us. Mathematically speaking, it's a proof by contradiction.
I think that this is something that everybody has to consciously think about. This, I believe, is a wonderful idiom that stands apart from some of the more popular metaphorical idioms. I would love to see this idiom survive the decade of doubt and restructuring and make it through to inspire future generations. Isn't that so poetic of me?
I used to hate the phrase, "The sky's the limit." When I was young, it didn't make any sense to me.
It sounded like it was trying to say that the only limit on mankind was a distant, unreachable one, and that there were endless possibilities even with this limit on us. That didn't make any sense to me, because the metaphor was the sky, and with the advances in technology this past century, we've gone up and above the sky, into Outer Space (Quick question: is there a better term for that? 'Space' doesn't work, because everything is space. Hmm...)
As I got older, I talked to others who had the same opinion as I. Originally, I though I was alone in this line of thought, but I realized this was the general agreement on the matter. And of course, whenever something becomes the general agreement, I have to find a way to question it.
So I thought. I did research. And I formulated a new opinion.
"The sky's the limit" is thought to have originate just before WWI, after the invention of the flying machine by Wilbur and Orville Wright. The idea, at the time, was that there were endless possibilities, and no one could know what could be done, since before the flying machine was made no one seriously believed it could be done. It was, at the time of it coinage, a literal and figurative mixed metaphor.
Now, however, the meaning of the phrase has changed. What once meant "It is possible to achieve more than one thought possible" now means "There is no limit."
Because the sky ISN'T the limit. We've reached outer space; we've proved the old adage wrong, and broken through all the barriers that limited us. Mathematically speaking, it's a proof by contradiction.
I think that this is something that everybody has to consciously think about. This, I believe, is a wonderful idiom that stands apart from some of the more popular metaphorical idioms. I would love to see this idiom survive the decade of doubt and restructuring and make it through to inspire future generations. Isn't that so poetic of me?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Stand Up!
THINK
"Where does SOCIETY stop and YOU start?"
No, it doesn't matter who's the majority or who's the minority.
No, it doesn't matter who's more vocal and who's more reserved.
NO. It doesn't matter who's won the war and who's lost it.
It doesn't matter who's views you've heard all your life.
It doesn't matter who's views you've never heard before.
What matters
is who's RIGHT
and who's WRONG.
THINK
NEVER assume you are right.
NEVER
Assume "they" have an ounce of truth.
CONSIDER
THINK
Consider yourself as "THEM"
Do not think that, because you thought it, it is so.
Think that there are consequences.
Do not be narrow minded.
DO NOT BE NARROW MINDED
CHILDISH
THOUGHTLESS.
Listen to what you've been told
and
THINK
Monday, May 25, 2009
Niggardly with Values
NIGGARDLY
–adjective
1. reluctant to give or spend; stingy; miserly.
2. meanly or ungenerously small or scanty: a niggardly tip to a waiter.
I thank my brother Sean for introducing my to the word "Niggardly" a while back. I saw it while reading a book and felt suddenly proud for the awesome mental skills of my family. I'll quote a bit from the page on the Language Shtick:
Political Correctness, I believe, is the dominant evil and destructive force plaguing the first-world countries today. It's one of those "Oh, yes, chocolate cake sounds great!" kind of deals that one will realize eventually is not so great, but if they don't nip it in the bud, kills the body with obesity and insufficient insulin injections.
(Metaphorically speaking)
Because of my various... unpopular views of the world, I am subject to quite a bit of 'steam'. I tend to not voice my opinions, hoping to keep peace among the people, and I have noticed that those that share my opinions are the same; on the other hand, those who don't share my opinions feel they are on the losing side and that, therefore, it's their civic duty to make sure everyone becomes 'learned' in their ways.
What irks me, however, is that "they" seem to think that, well, since they're right, there's no point in me even voicing my opinion. "They" know what my opinion is, and if I have the audacity to think "they" might be the wrong ones, well, how shameful! How dare I!? Don't I know that this is a free country and that "they" are entitled to their opinion? That "they" have the right of free speech?
If you want peace and freedom and social tolerance, remember for a second the other guys, those who you view as idiots and politically incorrect, and try at least to understand - and tolerate - their ideas.
–adjective
1. reluctant to give or spend; stingy; miserly.
2. meanly or ungenerously small or scanty: a niggardly tip to a waiter.
I thank my brother Sean for introducing my to the word "Niggardly" a while back. I saw it while reading a book and felt suddenly proud for the awesome mental skills of my family. I'll quote a bit from the page on the Language Shtick:
We feel it lamentable that in a world where understanding and tolerance are preached to the masses, the innocent are attacked in a narrow-minded witch-hunt under the banner of political correctness while the truly ignorant and intolerant receive special treatment and great deference.
Political Correctness, I believe, is the dominant evil and destructive force plaguing the first-world countries today. It's one of those "Oh, yes, chocolate cake sounds great!" kind of deals that one will realize eventually is not so great, but if they don't nip it in the bud, kills the body with obesity and insufficient insulin injections.
(Metaphorically speaking)
Because of my various... unpopular views of the world, I am subject to quite a bit of 'steam'. I tend to not voice my opinions, hoping to keep peace among the people, and I have noticed that those that share my opinions are the same; on the other hand, those who don't share my opinions feel they are on the losing side and that, therefore, it's their civic duty to make sure everyone becomes 'learned' in their ways.
What irks me, however, is that "they" seem to think that, well, since they're right, there's no point in me even voicing my opinion. "They" know what my opinion is, and if I have the audacity to think "they" might be the wrong ones, well, how shameful! How dare I!? Don't I know that this is a free country and that "they" are entitled to their opinion? That "they" have the right of free speech?
"It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right" -Lemony SnicketI said one day in English class that books SHOULD be controversial, that it is the controversial books that mean something and contribute to society. Controversy works both ways, and so does Tolerance. The adage is "Do unto others and you would have them do unto you." Even if you are not a religion person, that a bit of philosophy survives so long must means it holds truth. It is not "...as they have done unto you."
If you want peace and freedom and social tolerance, remember for a second the other guys, those who you view as idiots and politically incorrect, and try at least to understand - and tolerate - their ideas.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Simulated Words
Sims 3 is coming out. In case you didn't know, The original Sims came out in 2000, and the Sims 2 in 2004, so, while initially I felt it was too early to release a third edition, I guess we are due for one. If you do not play the games and are not familiar with them, I guess this blog wont make much sense to you, but you can read on anyways (I'll try to make it simple).
I heard the Sims 3 was coming out and initially thought "Why? We got so much out of Sims 2, what need is there to upgrade again?" After doing a little research, this is my conclusion: The Sims 3 is an unnecessary addition to Maxis' already highly successful series.
Major Difference in Sims 3: Seamless Neighborhood.
This means that, whichever house you're running at the moment, you can walk right over and talk to your friends without having to call them, wait for them to visit you, or pickup your entire family and drag them on a vacation while leaving your lot frozen. You can have any single character go somewhere and interact with people and objects off of your lot while the others stay home and throw a party in their absence. This, obviously, was not possible in the previous games. However, it leads to the major flaw of Sims 3.
Major Flaw in Sims 3: Like-Real Time Gameplay.
Contrary to your non-gamer perspective, real-time gameplay is not '1 hour in real world means 1 hour in the game' (Though it can, if it makes sense for that game). It means that, when you're not in the game, the game is still going on. This is how most online games work, because several hundred people need to coexist in the same server at the same time. For the Sims 3, however, the game doesn't continue on whenever you're away - it continues on whenever someone within your seamless neighborhood is moving it forward.
That means that Mom, who doesn't have much time to play time-eating games, could create a character and their child one day and come back the next week, after I have created my own characters and played with them for the whole week, to find her child character all grown up and taking care of their old and frail parent. The seamless neighborhood is a fantastic idea, as long as everyone plays in their own neighborhood. Unfortunately, if you want to be able to interact with your friend's and family's characters, you will have to deal with the idea that your characters will get experiences and relationships while you're not there to guide them.
Of course, Wikipedia assures us that your character's free-will actions will be limited to taking care of themselves and dealing with small problems, but, knowing that other characters in the neighborhood are being controlled makes me wonder what kind of trouble I could possibly get my Mom's characters into.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Graphics
...look the same to me. Yes, I know they are better - and I can kind of tell that they are better - but no matter how I look at it, they don't compare to the stark contrast between Sims 1 and Sims 2. Which just seems lame, though I guess the graphics aren't the major reason for updating the name from '2' to '3'.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Character Physical Control
Apparently, you can now change your Sim's eye color - couldn't you before? Well, both Wikipedia and the Sims3 website seem to be making a big deal about this. Also, you can more finely control the character's body weight, which will (as was with Sims 2) be affected by how much your character eats and exercises. There also seems to be finer controls for hair color and dress (though I haven't yet seen what the difference between Sims 2 and this version is yet). Lastly, I note that in the Sims 2, you could make your character an Alien (There were a LOT of alien references in Sims 2). In this version, so far as I have seen, you can not.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Personality
Another minor difference from Sims 2. In Sims 2, you could designate a 'desire' (intellect, sociability, romance, etc.) for your characters, whereas this you set a distinct 'personality'. Nowhere will tell me what that means, except that what your character does during their 'free-will' time will be decided by said personality. Also, as per one promotional video, it seems you can make your character a vegan. Or vegetarian (Only vegans really know the difference). Anyway, I don't consider this a Major Difference because it's just a slight upgrade from what we already had, and it's only necessary because of the seamless neighborhood and the like-real-time gameplay law.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Careers
Another difference that doesn't seem to exist but, when you look hard enough, you realize really IS different. What new jobs might be available, I don't know, but the career feature is tweaked to give you more leeway now. Using some seemingly magic power (No one will tell me HOW this comes about), you can determine if your character slacks off on the job or works overtime, if they complete certain tasks or defy their employer. In Sims 2, you would get occasional updates, such as "You accidentally start a trash fire - do you confess?" This game is, I guess, more advanced in that area. Also, you can pan over your character's workplace on your neighborhood map (Though you can't look inside).
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Grid Lines
Anyone familiar with the Sims knows about the grid lines when in build or buy mode. With the Sims 3, the lines are four times smaller to allow easier and closer placement of objects (as per Wikipedia). Also according to Wikipedia, objects will be allowed to rotate freely for complete customizing. Finally, objects on surfaces can be placed as closely together as you want, as long as they don't intersect (Because that would be, you know, unrealistic).
Final Minor Difference in Sims 3: Animator
Instead of taking pictures, this version of the game allows you to make movies (which, if anyone knows anything, if just several hundred pictures flashed in sequence... quickly). Did anyone even use the camera tool from the original Sims?
Looking at everything, I still think the Sims 3 is not going to be the greatest game to come out of Maxis. I'm still loving my Spore game (Thanks to Nathan for buying both the game and the updated PC to play it with), and since Sims is such a time eater... I think I'll be fine without this one. However, don't think I'm condemning you if you decide to buy it. It sounds like a fun game - I just don't have the time.
I heard the Sims 3 was coming out and initially thought "Why? We got so much out of Sims 2, what need is there to upgrade again?" After doing a little research, this is my conclusion: The Sims 3 is an unnecessary addition to Maxis' already highly successful series.
Major Difference in Sims 3: Seamless Neighborhood.
This means that, whichever house you're running at the moment, you can walk right over and talk to your friends without having to call them, wait for them to visit you, or pickup your entire family and drag them on a vacation while leaving your lot frozen. You can have any single character go somewhere and interact with people and objects off of your lot while the others stay home and throw a party in their absence. This, obviously, was not possible in the previous games. However, it leads to the major flaw of Sims 3.
Major Flaw in Sims 3: Like-Real Time Gameplay.
Contrary to your non-gamer perspective, real-time gameplay is not '1 hour in real world means 1 hour in the game' (Though it can, if it makes sense for that game). It means that, when you're not in the game, the game is still going on. This is how most online games work, because several hundred people need to coexist in the same server at the same time. For the Sims 3, however, the game doesn't continue on whenever you're away - it continues on whenever someone within your seamless neighborhood is moving it forward.
That means that Mom, who doesn't have much time to play time-eating games, could create a character and their child one day and come back the next week, after I have created my own characters and played with them for the whole week, to find her child character all grown up and taking care of their old and frail parent. The seamless neighborhood is a fantastic idea, as long as everyone plays in their own neighborhood. Unfortunately, if you want to be able to interact with your friend's and family's characters, you will have to deal with the idea that your characters will get experiences and relationships while you're not there to guide them.
Of course, Wikipedia assures us that your character's free-will actions will be limited to taking care of themselves and dealing with small problems, but, knowing that other characters in the neighborhood are being controlled makes me wonder what kind of trouble I could possibly get my Mom's characters into.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Graphics
...look the same to me. Yes, I know they are better - and I can kind of tell that they are better - but no matter how I look at it, they don't compare to the stark contrast between Sims 1 and Sims 2. Which just seems lame, though I guess the graphics aren't the major reason for updating the name from '2' to '3'.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Character Physical Control
Apparently, you can now change your Sim's eye color - couldn't you before? Well, both Wikipedia and the Sims3 website seem to be making a big deal about this. Also, you can more finely control the character's body weight, which will (as was with Sims 2) be affected by how much your character eats and exercises. There also seems to be finer controls for hair color and dress (though I haven't yet seen what the difference between Sims 2 and this version is yet). Lastly, I note that in the Sims 2, you could make your character an Alien (There were a LOT of alien references in Sims 2). In this version, so far as I have seen, you can not.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Personality
Another minor difference from Sims 2. In Sims 2, you could designate a 'desire' (intellect, sociability, romance, etc.) for your characters, whereas this you set a distinct 'personality'. Nowhere will tell me what that means, except that what your character does during their 'free-will' time will be decided by said personality. Also, as per one promotional video, it seems you can make your character a vegan. Or vegetarian (Only vegans really know the difference). Anyway, I don't consider this a Major Difference because it's just a slight upgrade from what we already had, and it's only necessary because of the seamless neighborhood and the like-real-time gameplay law.
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Careers
Another difference that doesn't seem to exist but, when you look hard enough, you realize really IS different. What new jobs might be available, I don't know, but the career feature is tweaked to give you more leeway now. Using some seemingly magic power (No one will tell me HOW this comes about), you can determine if your character slacks off on the job or works overtime, if they complete certain tasks or defy their employer. In Sims 2, you would get occasional updates, such as "You accidentally start a trash fire - do you confess?" This game is, I guess, more advanced in that area. Also, you can pan over your character's workplace on your neighborhood map (Though you can't look inside).
Minor Difference in Sims 3: Grid Lines
Anyone familiar with the Sims knows about the grid lines when in build or buy mode. With the Sims 3, the lines are four times smaller to allow easier and closer placement of objects (as per Wikipedia). Also according to Wikipedia, objects will be allowed to rotate freely for complete customizing. Finally, objects on surfaces can be placed as closely together as you want, as long as they don't intersect (Because that would be, you know, unrealistic).
Final Minor Difference in Sims 3: Animator
Instead of taking pictures, this version of the game allows you to make movies (which, if anyone knows anything, if just several hundred pictures flashed in sequence... quickly). Did anyone even use the camera tool from the original Sims?
Looking at everything, I still think the Sims 3 is not going to be the greatest game to come out of Maxis. I'm still loving my Spore game (Thanks to Nathan for buying both the game and the updated PC to play it with), and since Sims is such a time eater... I think I'll be fine without this one. However, don't think I'm condemning you if you decide to buy it. It sounds like a fun game - I just don't have the time.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Made of Win
I hate it when people can never find anything good about themselves.
I think everyone should be a poet. Poets are awesome, because they can take the mundane and the ordinary and make it seems extreme and awesome (In the true sense of the word. Awe-inspiring and awe-some).
I don't remember when it was, but some years ago I decided to try to look at everything through different eyes. I tried to pick out the unnoticed things and specifically looks for amazing-ness about them. I think that goal has really affected my personality, because I always tend to feel good about the little things I do.
Just before writing this blog, I burned a DVD. I feel inspired - I feel like singing and dancing (And I would, but the only songs on the DVD I just burned are depressing, so). A normal person might just feel satisfied but I've been working on this for a whole TWENTY-FOUR HOURS - no, not really, I started it 24 hours ago, but then I slept and went to school. The point is that, even though it's not that big of a deal, I'm elated.
I think everyone should be a poet. Poets are awesome, because they can take the mundane and the ordinary and make it seems extreme and awesome (In the true sense of the word. Awe-inspiring and awe-some).
I don't remember when it was, but some years ago I decided to try to look at everything through different eyes. I tried to pick out the unnoticed things and specifically looks for amazing-ness about them. I think that goal has really affected my personality, because I always tend to feel good about the little things I do.
Just before writing this blog, I burned a DVD. I feel inspired - I feel like singing and dancing (And I would, but the only songs on the DVD I just burned are depressing, so). A normal person might just feel satisfied but I've been working on this for a whole TWENTY-FOUR HOURS - no, not really, I started it 24 hours ago, but then I slept and went to school. The point is that, even though it's not that big of a deal, I'm elated.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Green Thumb
OH MAN. THAT'S what I'll do. I'm amazing. I'll elaborate at the end of my blog, but read on for now.
It's been bugging me a lot recently - I have realized that I trapped myself in a corner and I'm seriously going to have to fight my way out. Almost everybody around me has taken up the hobby of noticing, finely, every single moment I am not wearing the color Green, and making a proclamation about it. Be it at Church, School, Seminary, outdoors activities... I tricked myself into being forced to wear green everywhere, or else everyone freaks out.
I like the color green. It just so happens to be my favorite one. But, just like I'm not going to go around eating my favorite food all day, every day, I don't want to only ever wear my favorite color. Doing any good thing too often degrades the goodness of it - that's why Adam and Eve couldn't stay in Eden (well, it's one of the reasons). After a while, it doesn't feel as good anymore.
So, while Green is a pretty awesome color, I refuse to wear it every day. Sometimes, I want to wear other things.
While writing the title to this blog, I got an amazing idea - I'll paint my thumb Green!! That way, whenever people say "Yur nawt waring gween," I can give them the thumps-up and walk away (I used to just walk away, but part of me feels bad for giving others the cold shoulder). I think I will try going a whole week without wearing green, except for my thumb, and see how people react. Yeah.
It's been bugging me a lot recently - I have realized that I trapped myself in a corner and I'm seriously going to have to fight my way out. Almost everybody around me has taken up the hobby of noticing, finely, every single moment I am not wearing the color Green, and making a proclamation about it. Be it at Church, School, Seminary, outdoors activities... I tricked myself into being forced to wear green everywhere, or else everyone freaks out.
I like the color green. It just so happens to be my favorite one. But, just like I'm not going to go around eating my favorite food all day, every day, I don't want to only ever wear my favorite color. Doing any good thing too often degrades the goodness of it - that's why Adam and Eve couldn't stay in Eden (well, it's one of the reasons). After a while, it doesn't feel as good anymore.
So, while Green is a pretty awesome color, I refuse to wear it every day. Sometimes, I want to wear other things.
While writing the title to this blog, I got an amazing idea - I'll paint my thumb Green!! That way, whenever people say "Yur nawt waring gween," I can give them the thumps-up and walk away (I used to just walk away, but part of me feels bad for giving others the cold shoulder). I think I will try going a whole week without wearing green, except for my thumb, and see how people react. Yeah.
Monday, April 27, 2009
I Could Build a Wall out of Dried Gum
To write this blog, I looked up the history of chewing gum. Y'know, it's that tasty stuff one puts in ones mouth to mechanically bite at for hours and hours, knowing full well that they wont swallow and if they do, they could produce major damage to their inner organs. Well, I looked up it's history to start of the blog (that makes this paragraph the prologue).
Contrary to the popular adage, chewing gum can be traced back to the ancient Greeks and Mayans, who chewed tree sap for fun (why else would they?), not a doctor who needed to find a way to exercise dentures (though I imagine that use was found for gum, too). When Pilgrims came across the plains, the Native Americans (who were, obviously, not from India, and therefore not Indians) introduced the addictive habit to them and were able to obtain more food through trade by supplying the Pilgrims with the inedible substance.
I probably don't have to tell you now that I do not like gum, in general. My syntax should have done that.
Reason One - The Sound, and not just the sound of obnoxious-breathing-through-my-mouth-while-chewing. Even if you try to be subtle and quiet, my ears are very good, and I can hear it. The constant squish of saliva and rubber and rubbery saliva, even through a wall of cheek cells, is still enough to bug anyone. The other day, in my Biology class, the kid next to me was chewing quietly, the same piece of gum he had from lunch (I assume). I kept hearing, in my head, Bones mention the puncture wound in the jugular (Dang, second post and I already made a Bones reference!), and I would think to myself 'It's my pen! I am going to stab in him the throat with my pen! I am going to puncture his jugular and kill this kid and all because he is chewing this piece of gum so consistently and annoyingly I can't stand it!' Don't worry, I didn't, but it wasn't a fun class period.
Solution - wear ear plugs. This also keeps out the saliva-bubble-popping sound of people biting their nails during tests. Or, tell them to stop, but this doesn't produce nearly as much result.
Reason Two - The Uselessness of chewing rhythmically on something you cannot swallow. I have never been a big gum chewer, so I do not see the draw here. If somebody could comment with their explanation, that would be much appreciated. I wonder if maybe it is just an energy killer (which I would understand, people need to burn energy in small amounts like that or it adds up and they become hyperactive), in which case I would consider something like math or world philosophy, which requires (I hear) a constant, uninterrupted train of thought. Then again, I just don't like Gum, so I am going to find any excuse I can to put it down.
Solution - make a gum you can swallow - like rare meat, you know? The kind you have to chew at for ten minutes until you give up and swallow it, limply, whole. Or just... eat food....
Reason Three - The Mess of the untastable, dried gum. I mean, shouldn't ecologist be concerned about this!? Gum isn't biodegradable (meaning that, no matter how much fungus grows on it, it wont break down into parts the fungus can use, or parts usable by any plant-life to grow), which leads one to wonder at how much landfill space is full of the almost-rock-hard stuff. As this blog title suggests, we could probably start using old Chewing Gum in construction to build walls and streets. What of the gum that doesn't become black spots on walkways in school will become false bottoms of desks and shoes, or very effective pigeon-icide.
Solution - Britain is instituting "Chewing Gum Recycling Bins" around cities, though I am unsure of what is done with the bin after it is found full. I'm totally going with the 'Build a Wall' solution, however.
Contrary to the popular adage, chewing gum can be traced back to the ancient Greeks and Mayans, who chewed tree sap for fun (why else would they?), not a doctor who needed to find a way to exercise dentures (though I imagine that use was found for gum, too). When Pilgrims came across the plains, the Native Americans (who were, obviously, not from India, and therefore not Indians) introduced the addictive habit to them and were able to obtain more food through trade by supplying the Pilgrims with the inedible substance.
I probably don't have to tell you now that I do not like gum, in general. My syntax should have done that.
Reason One - The Sound, and not just the sound of obnoxious-breathing-through-my-mouth-while-chewing. Even if you try to be subtle and quiet, my ears are very good, and I can hear it. The constant squish of saliva and rubber and rubbery saliva, even through a wall of cheek cells, is still enough to bug anyone. The other day, in my Biology class, the kid next to me was chewing quietly, the same piece of gum he had from lunch (I assume). I kept hearing, in my head, Bones mention the puncture wound in the jugular (Dang, second post and I already made a Bones reference!), and I would think to myself 'It's my pen! I am going to stab in him the throat with my pen! I am going to puncture his jugular and kill this kid and all because he is chewing this piece of gum so consistently and annoyingly I can't stand it!' Don't worry, I didn't, but it wasn't a fun class period.
Solution - wear ear plugs. This also keeps out the saliva-bubble-popping sound of people biting their nails during tests. Or, tell them to stop, but this doesn't produce nearly as much result.
Reason Two - The Uselessness of chewing rhythmically on something you cannot swallow. I have never been a big gum chewer, so I do not see the draw here. If somebody could comment with their explanation, that would be much appreciated. I wonder if maybe it is just an energy killer (which I would understand, people need to burn energy in small amounts like that or it adds up and they become hyperactive), in which case I would consider something like math or world philosophy, which requires (I hear) a constant, uninterrupted train of thought. Then again, I just don't like Gum, so I am going to find any excuse I can to put it down.
Solution - make a gum you can swallow - like rare meat, you know? The kind you have to chew at for ten minutes until you give up and swallow it, limply, whole. Or just... eat food....
Reason Three - The Mess of the untastable, dried gum. I mean, shouldn't ecologist be concerned about this!? Gum isn't biodegradable (meaning that, no matter how much fungus grows on it, it wont break down into parts the fungus can use, or parts usable by any plant-life to grow), which leads one to wonder at how much landfill space is full of the almost-rock-hard stuff. As this blog title suggests, we could probably start using old Chewing Gum in construction to build walls and streets. What of the gum that doesn't become black spots on walkways in school will become false bottoms of desks and shoes, or very effective pigeon-icide.
Solution - Britain is instituting "Chewing Gum Recycling Bins" around cities, though I am unsure of what is done with the bin after it is found full. I'm totally going with the 'Build a Wall' solution, however.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Step One: Creating a Blog
Nobody always asks me why I don't keep a steady blog (They do ask occasionally, however). In reality, I have a Myspace blog (Gone to shambles. That's a word, right?), a classroom blog (I am assigned to write a daily blog for my English class), a DeviantArt blog (It's a journal, technically, but only two or three people can read it) and now this one. That makes... four, total. But I decided to start a regular blog, in hopes of abolishing permanently my use of Myspace and writing something that everyone can read. Or at least everyone who bothers.
I decided to write this blog as a sort of extended 'Status Update', referring obviously to Facebook. Status Update is a wonderful thing, but sometimes I just want to write a longer version (Which is why you see me commenting my own comments sometimes). That, of course, is where the blog title comes from. That, and my own test-induced brain-dead-ness. Yes, it is a word, and an unnaturally occurring disorder that should be treated with long, four-day weekends.
Anyway, when starting the blog, the first this you need to do is decide where to host it. BlogSpot is the obvious choice, and since I couldn't find anywhere else in 5 seconds that sounded better, it's the one I went with. I wasn't sure if I already had a Blogspot or not, but since there was no error message on entering my Yahoo email, I guess everything went smoothly. After that, one has to chose a name.
Name choosing is the dreaded task. No one wants a name with more than two numbers, and yet sometimes this is the sacrifice you have to go through to get the perfect name. Here are some names I went through:
-GinnyM (Uncreative...)
-StatusUpdate (More uncreativity)
-Writer (Someone I might follow!)
-Megabyte (TT_TT That's my cat's name!)
-Blank (This was their first blog ever!)
-Welcome (running out of ideas here...)
-Ambient
-Awareness (these two words go together_
-Identity (referring to the dissociative kind)
-Available (out of desperation)
"Disociative" was only free because I spelled it wrong - it's supposed to be Dissociative (and it refers to Multiple Personality Disorder, which is really called Dissociative Identity Disorder).
Some of those blogs were interesting, but note the date of the last entry. For most of them, 2001 or 2003. which means their writers might never use them again. EVER. They could have been mine. -.-
Well, I'll close this first-blog-ever (on Blogger) on this note: I hope most of my posts will be short. Otherwise, I probably wont want to post often. I'm going to try to make them just extended Status Updates - things like randoms thoughts I have. Also, I'll try not to make them boring. I'll wont write "I'm sleepy" every day, I promise. I want these posts to be interesting, and thought provoking, and maybe even a little humorous. Lastly, I'll try not to quote Bones to often, but I know that's a failed promise already. It's too tempting. And too worth while. For me. Sorry, please excuse me in advance.
I decided to write this blog as a sort of extended 'Status Update', referring obviously to Facebook. Status Update is a wonderful thing, but sometimes I just want to write a longer version (Which is why you see me commenting my own comments sometimes). That, of course, is where the blog title comes from. That, and my own test-induced brain-dead-ness. Yes, it is a word, and an unnaturally occurring disorder that should be treated with long, four-day weekends.
Anyway, when starting the blog, the first this you need to do is decide where to host it. BlogSpot is the obvious choice, and since I couldn't find anywhere else in 5 seconds that sounded better, it's the one I went with. I wasn't sure if I already had a Blogspot or not, but since there was no error message on entering my Yahoo email, I guess everything went smoothly. After that, one has to chose a name.
Name choosing is the dreaded task. No one wants a name with more than two numbers, and yet sometimes this is the sacrifice you have to go through to get the perfect name. Here are some names I went through:
-GinnyM (Uncreative...)
-StatusUpdate (More uncreativity)
-Writer (Someone I might follow!)
-Megabyte (TT_TT That's my cat's name!)
-Blank (This was their first blog ever!)
-Welcome (running out of ideas here...)
-Ambient
-Awareness (these two words go together_
-Identity (referring to the dissociative kind)
-Available (out of desperation)
"Disociative" was only free because I spelled it wrong - it's supposed to be Dissociative (and it refers to Multiple Personality Disorder, which is really called Dissociative Identity Disorder).
Some of those blogs were interesting, but note the date of the last entry. For most of them, 2001 or 2003. which means their writers might never use them again. EVER. They could have been mine. -.-
Well, I'll close this first-blog-ever (on Blogger) on this note: I hope most of my posts will be short. Otherwise, I probably wont want to post often. I'm going to try to make them just extended Status Updates - things like randoms thoughts I have. Also, I'll try not to make them boring. I'll wont write "I'm sleepy" every day, I promise. I want these posts to be interesting, and thought provoking, and maybe even a little humorous. Lastly, I'll try not to quote Bones to often, but I know that's a failed promise already. It's too tempting. And too worth while. For me. Sorry, please excuse me in advance.
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