Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Surely I'm not the only person in the world whose favorite genre of music is electronic.

Since the genre is so broad, here are some examples.

Where my homies at?

Monday, March 29, 2010

My new white board that I hung in my apartment last night is now full of math.

What a glorious sight.

TTFN.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

If we do not go into space, everything that we have ever worked for and everything that we will accomplish from here on out will all have been for nothing.

I can not stress this enough.

Progress is not the iPhone that you hold in your hand.

Progress is not about how automatic, mindless, and convenient we can make our lives.

Progress lies among the stars.

Space is our only field of study that has the potential for limitless expanse.

Space is the only setting fit for human progress after the inevitable death of the planet we call home.

Space is the only hope for humanity.

I will say it again.

If we do not go into space, everything that we have ever worked for and everything that we will accomplish from here on out will all have been for nothing.

This is of dire importance, and I wish that people would start giving a shit and acting like it is.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Well, I've had an absolutely terrible week.

I have several more meaningful posts organized in my head and ready to go. I just need to type them out.

But...right now, I really don't feel like doing that. I just want to play Mario and watch Samurai Champloo all night.

So here's a picture for now.


TTFN.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I was just thinking about this in the bathroom of the engineering building:

You know what I don't understand?

I don't understand why people tell me that I'm gross when they (somehow) discover that I flush bathroom toilets with my hand as opposed to my foot. I didn't realize that it was that strange.

The only assumption that I can draw from you thinking that it's gross is that you don't wash your hands when you're done.

Ew. Gross.

I also don't like unnecessarily huge toilets like those found in industrial public restrooms. There's no reason for a toilet to take up half of the bathroom stall and be entirely enclosed all the way back to the wall. Toilets have pipes. It's okay to see them. In fact, I would prefer it over sharing my space with a gargantuan porcelin behemoth.

If I may be crude for a moment, toilets like that say one thing and one thing only.

"Yep...this is a machine for shittin'."

TTFN.
Well, I just got back from bombing a Dynamics test.

I called in a full-on air assault on this one.

And, to stick with the metaphor, the fact that I had a high A in the class until this test will be the lingering radiation poisoning after the blast.

TTFN.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Have I mentioned on here before how much I love apples?

They are so good. I think that they are the best fruit to just pick up and eat. There's just something inviting about an apple sitting around that other fruits of its ilk don't share. Pears are too messy and juicy...bananas are sticky and covered in peel...oranges are impenetrable...the list goes on. The apple is just the perfect handheld fruit.

Anyway, because I am a big fan of "fucking the system,"  as they say, I'm making myself some lima beans for breakfast. Take that, establishment! Honestly, though, I really don't understand why certain foods are deemed as only appropriate for certain times of the day. It's totally arbitrary. Why is bacon a breakfast food and broccoli a side to supper? Who set these rules, and why is everybody so grossed out when I break them?

We've been conditioned, ladies and gentlemen. We've been conditioned to eat what the man tells us to eat when he wants us to eat it. We need to break out of this oppression!

Although I do hold the above statement to be true, I'm mostly joking. The main reason that I don't eat breakfast foods is because they are vile, and I hate them. For some reason, breakfast in America typically consists of disgusting, greasy meats, cholesterol-filled eggs, some sort of fried or baked dough (and in the south, the nutritional value gained through baking rather than frying is demolished by slathering sausage gravy all over the biscuits), and grains. The grains are really the only ones that I can eat and still feel all right about myself by the end of the meal.

But why do we limit ourselves? Why is this deemed as "Breakfast" with a capital B? There's a whole world of food out there. Stop eating this nasty crap first thing in the morning. In fact, I'm going to go out on a limb here:

Stop eating that nasty crap. Period.

There, I said it. You eat nasty crap for breakfast.

What'choo gon' do?

TTFN.

Monday, March 22, 2010


Mmm.

Nothing says good marketing like making your customers feel mildly guilty about consuming your product.

TTFN.
I've been sleeping fitfully lately.

Every night for the past week and a half, I've been waking up mid-morning, physically uncomfortable and unable to fall back into sleep.

Something is wrong. I don't know what.

There is something missing. Something that doesn't belong to me. Something that I wish did belong to me. Something of which I could cling tight to my breast and never let go.

That missing piece. That something whose ethereal presence has been made shockingly clear to me many times over, but still refuses to show itself.

That something that heightens my awareness. That something that makes me aware of individual droplets of water falling from the faucet as they explode across my back and neck. That something that slows down time behind my eyes and forces me to envision every detail of a system in motion.

That something that leaves me gasping for air in the humidity of my morning shower. That something that causes my chest to ache under its own imagined weight as I stare at my ceiling every night, wondering why I can't close my eyes. That something that stops my breath.

That something that is slipping through my fingers like the finest desert sands. That something whose silken embrace I feel momentarily as it rushes past my hands and into this endless, laughing abyss right in front of me. That something that leaves me on my knees with my arms held uselessly limp at my sides and tears welling in my burning eyes.

That stupid, nagging, infinitely crucial something.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I think I'm going to go for a swim in apartment's lap pool. It's raining outside, and it's windy, but this is an urge that must be satiated.

I'm going to try to get myself into a regular swimming regiment. I need to start exercising now that I'm twenty years old. It won't be long before my metabolism alone just isn't good enough anymore.

Anyway, off to splash around in the pool in an organized, linear fashion.

TTFN.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I finally just beat Okami for the PS2.

And it only took me three years!

TTFN.

Oh, Big Lots. How you confuse me so. Sorry about the quality of this picture, I was taking it under the judgmental gaze of an old woman standing next to me in the aisle. Also, the lighting was pretty terrible. 

TTFN.

Friday, March 19, 2010

A friend of mine just suggested during the course of complex conversation that I get the periodic table tattooed across my rear end.

That would certainly be...unique.

TTFN.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Time is still really bothering me.

Of all the things of which I have learned, sometimes our reality is the hardest concept for me to grasp.

The reality of time.

You know, time is a very stubborn thing. It's very...set in it's ways. I can't think of anything less flexible; less unpredictable. It doesn't matter what anybody wants from time or needs from time, it just keeps on doing what it wants to do, every second of every day, without fail. It stops for no one, regardless of circumstances.

If time were a person, I bet he would be a real jerk.

One thing in particular that has been bothering me is the triple-bodied nature of time. Past, present, and future. Each piece is its own distinct entity, yet they all make up one whole, each part dependent entirely on the others.

Without the present and future, there would cease to be a past.

Without the past, time stops in the present and life would move on unaffected by decisions and occurrence of any kind, for there would be no concept of lasting consequences. No concept of yearning for things once held dear. And without the future, the present simply winks out of existence.

Without the past, the future would be left with no place to go. Without the present, the future would uselessly stretch on to infinity unexperienced, as there would be nothing to usher it into the past.

It's incredible really, thinking about all of this. Nigh unfathomable, at times.

Three things happen in every instance of time, whatever magnitude for which that instance is defined. The future moves into the present and renews itself, the present moves into the past, and the past fades away into the nothingness of memory. (Okay, so technically four, I guess.)

Every second of every day, the limitless potentialities of the future are refined into one definite and unchangeable past. Every second, the infinite range of permutations that lies in the future is resolved into one single present and the limitless, endless chaos of the universe is instantaneously transformed into one ordered reality, shared among every part of the present.

It is the ultimate destruction of potential, as infinity is truncated instantly to one.

Or is it, by the very definition of the word, the ultimate and inevitable realization of potential?

These are the things that keep me up at night. These are the reasons that while others sleep soundly, I lie still on my back in bed, eyes wide open, wishing for the will to close them.

I'm sure that if my ceiling could talk, it would tell you that I make it very uncomfortable.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Does anybody have an explanation for this?

TTFN.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010



...


...?

TTFN.

Monday, March 15, 2010


Some friends of mine and I watched the first Bryan Singer X-Men movie a few days ago. That was the first time in a while that I've seen that movie, and I had kinda forgotten how good it is. It can be incredibly cheesy at times, but the overall story is really well thought out, and the characters and actors are fantastic (although Rouge's accent is pretty ridiculous). 

The second one was great, too, but why does everything X-Men seem to somehow end up hinging on Wolverine. I mean, I know he's important and all and he is one of the more interesting characters in the franchise, but it seems to me like he gets a little bit too much attention. For example, I find Beast to be a much more interesting character, and I was enthralled when I learned that Kelsey Grammer (I love Kelsey Grammer) was cast for the role in X-Men 3. I was severely disappointed, though, as Beast's role consisted of saying a few things about the anti-mutant serum and then swinging around a pole in the last scene of the movie. Meanwhile, Wolverine is off somewhere courageously harming himself to save the world. Again. 

I dunno...it's just weird to me that Wolverine gets all the credit when there are a lot of other characters to be utilized.

Sigh...what am I talking about? My procrastination knows no bounds. 

Okay, fluid mechanics. I'm coming, I'm coming. Settle down.

TTFN.

Well...all right. But do you sell replacement tires?

TTFN.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Well, no post today.

Wait a minute...

WHUH-OH! PARADOX!

*BOOM!*

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I just received the new Gorillaz album in the mail. I had to order it because none of the stores in this little town in which I live stocked the special edition.

Anyway, I'll try to have a frozen review up within the next few days.

TTFN.

Friday, March 12, 2010

I just had a nosebleed for the first time in years. Nosebleeds are terrible, and I hate them.

Also, for future reference, tamarind date chutney is not a suitable topping for a leftover slice of four cheese garlic bread pizza.

TTFN
I just went out to the garage and played my drums for a bit. I haven't done that in a while. Now my ears are ringing.

At one point during my play, I smacked the crash cymbal wrong and messed up my timing, so I stopped and reached to silence it, but found myself unable to touch it. I must have, in fact, smacked the crash symbol just right, because it was vibrating so intensely that I could physically feel the propagating sound waves on my hand about an inch away from the cymbal. I tried and tried and tried to do it again, but the best I could get from there on out was only a few millimeters of vibration.

You know...these things still amaze me. Knowing what I know about mechanics, all of these phenomenon have lost their magic over the years. I understand why all of this happens and why these things make sense and I can visualize exactly what is happening. But have they ceased to take my breath away at every turn?

Not in the slightest.

TTFN.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

As I'm sure some of you have inferred from the recent changing of my avatar, I found this old picture of myself a few days ago:


Now, this may seem extreme at first glance, but, to clarify, I am working with photoshop. This is a picture from the office in which I worked two summers ago. I was a marketing intern, and a lot of my job consisted of taking pictures of the company's products and cutting them out of their backgrounds for use in pamphlets and company literature and the like. I don't intend to look like a hunched-over creeper when I use photoshop, but I always just kind of end up leaned into the screen and highly focused on each minute movement of my right hand.

I remember several times when the other people in the office would come in to ask me something or give me new assignments, and I would hear their footsteps but would then jump like a crazy bastard when they started speaking to me. 

It was kinda funny, but I'm sure that everybody in the office thought that I was out of my mind.

TTFN.

Oh, you SON OF A BITCH!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

It's raining here. It's absolutely beautiful, watching the droplets fall.

I've been caught up in time again lately. I can't seem to stop thinking about it.

I've been lost all morning in the concept of eternity.

Not the empty promises of eternal life that have been offered to me by religion throughout the years. Not any particular concept of the afterlife. Just the eternity of time itself.

The eternity of a lifeless entity that stretches to infinity in every direction.

When faced with the concept of infinity, my life becomes absolutely meaningless.

My life is nothing.

It's not a blip, a speck, or any of the other cliche terms that are used to describe life on this earth.

In the setting of an infinite universe with infinite possibilities and limitless time and space, my life simply does not exist.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Dear Science Channel,

Your logo stands for scandium.

That is all.

TTFN.
So apparently there is a huge group of lawyers preparing to take Cern to court on the grounds that "the Large Hadron Collider is gon' make a black whole that went done gon' swaller up the Earth."

This is bullshit. I thought that we had gotten over the whole black hole myth a long time ago. Why is it coming up again? And why with such rampant fervor this time? Cases have been brought up against Cern before, and they've never gone anywhere, but the people at Cern seem to be worried this time, as the assault group rallied against them is pretty considerable. They're worried that the number of people organized against them is going to cause the judges to not do the research necessary to understand the science and will just rule against it out of fear or laziness.

This is why I hate the media. This is why I hate mainstream opinions about science. It is because THEY ARE ALWAYS WRONG. People don't take the time to look into the media's claims of death and destruction. They just assume that the media must know what it's talking about and accept what is said in the newspapers and on the television at face value.

"The Hadron Collider is going to destroy the universe."

"NASA is going to blow a huge chunk out of the moon and it is going to be THE MOST GOD DAMN EXCITING THING YOU WILL EVER SEE!"

"Cell phones cause cancer. We have proof."

Stop listening to them. Please, I am begging you. They don't know what they're talking about. They say the things that they say to get peoples' attention and bump up their ratings. It sickens me when these mainstream lies just get accepted as truth and then they snowball into things like this task force against the Hadron Collider. Yes, I can concede that there has been some uncertainty as to what is actually going to happen if we find what we are looking for with the LHC project, but the scientists and technicians involved would not be investing every cent of their funding and every minute of their time into this project if it stood to destroy everything for which our ancestors have worked. What sort of progress would that be? I don't think that a universe-smashing black hole is anywhere in our imminent future.

To think that we as finite human beings currently have the means to create and sustain a singularity large enough to engulf the entire planet is arrogance in its most essential form.

If these lawyers win this case, it's probably going to set the project back several years.

These are the things that make me want to scream.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Sigh...so many games that I have lined up to finish, and yet here I am, playing through Far Cry 2 again.

This game is so hard on hard mode. The difficulty is really kind of unfair, actually.

Stoopid hard, as some would say.

TTFN.
I have been playing DDR for the past hour and a half. It has been glorious. I haven't played in a long time.

Although, I can't pass "Can't Stop the Rain" by Cascada, which I suppose is a little embarrassing to say out loud to people who may not understand how difficult that damn song it is.

And now it's stuck in my head. Great.

TTFN.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


My life has been changed. I found a gas station in Columbia, South Carolina that sells Tastykake products. For those of you who do not know this about me, Peanut Butter Kandykakes are my favorite thing. Ever. They are so good. Now, I know that these are chocolate, but they were out of the peanut butter variety, and I still like these, so I snatched them up. I used to eat Tastykake products all the time in Baltimore, and it's been six years since I've seen a package of these things lying around somewhere (aside from the pack I found in a grocery store in North Carolina on a vacation, but I don't really count that). It was quite an exciting experience, and I'm sure the friend that I was with at the time was utterly embarrassed, as I was essentially having an orgasm all over the display in the middle of the store. But I can't wait until they stock some more peanut butter Kandykakes. 

It's like a dream come true.

TTFN. 
I just posted my first frozen review. I won't announce them like this every time, but seeing as how this is the first, I thought I would give it an extra push. Check the side bar from now on for future notices.

TTFN.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Oh yeah. I drew this yesterday and forgot to post it.



TTFN.
I just fixed some scrambled eggs with cheese, salsa, and lemon pepper. I have to say, they were actually pretty delicious.

I also played some MGO this morning. I haven't done that in a while. It was just as good as remembered.

TTFN.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Well, I just watched the sun come up in Columbia.

I've been awake since five o'clock yesterday morning. That's a long time. And I've still got classes today.

Sigh...stupid papers. How I hate having to write you and then being a stupid idiot and putting you off until I have to pull an all-nighter to finish you.

Blargh.

TTFN.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Well, I woke up sick to my stomach this morning for the first time in a little while. It would have been manageable, had my roommate not decided last night to slow cook the largest piece of meat that I've ever seen.

I woke up at about 5, an hour earlier than I typically get out of bed on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And by "get out of bed" I mean "lie in bed awake staring at the numbers on the alarm clock until about 7:15, at which point I have to hurl myself from the covers in a whirlwind of morning preparations to make my 8 am." And by "hurl myself from the covers in a whirlwind of morning preparations" I mean "waste time standing in front of the shower staring at the running water, waste time standing in the shower staring at the wall, leisurely iron and don my clothing, meticulously brush my teeth, and then walk as fast as I can to arrive to class five minutes late."

I need to digress. A PT Cruiser just rocketed past my window blaring its engine as loud as it could, of course bearing a noisy muffler. A PT Cruiser.

Anyway, waking up to the smell of meat that has been cooking for hours is a terrible thing. Especially when you are already fighting back what feels like violent organisms trying to escape your body through whatever means necessary. I typically probably just would have resigned to allowing myself to just vomit and get it over with in an extreme situation such as this, but for some reason I decided to tough it out this morning. As I sat there in bed, trying everything I could to escape the putrid aroma emanating from the crock-pot in the kitchen and permeating throughout the apartment (to no avail, of course), I decided that it was really kind of a bullshit situation that I had been thrust into and that I really just did not want to throw up. So, giving in to the futility of running from the nasal assault, I relaxed, sprawled flat on my back, and took deep, concentrated breaths (mildly regretting each one) until I accidentally fell back asleep.

I woke up again at 7:40, giving me just enough time to throw on my clothes from yesterday, meticulously brush my teeth, and still end up being five minutes late to class.

TTFN.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I just saw an advertisement on youtube for twitter on your television.

Twitter on your television so that you can send and receive tweets without even having to change the channel.

This is really getting out of hand.

TTFN.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I am very excited about the new Gorillaz album coming out next week. I am planning on purchasing it on Tuesday when it is released in the U.S.

Here's an early video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9vAOzYz-Qs&feature=featured

I told myself that I was going to wait until the album came out to listen to anything off of it, but...I caved. So check out the link.

There are three bands that I freak out about: The Chemical Brothers, Alkaline Trio, and the Gorillaz. So to have Alkaline Trio and The Gorillaz both release an album a week apart from each other is a pretty big deal for me. Also, I found an old Chemical Brothers album at a CD store this past Sunday used for 8 bucks, so it's pretty much been a perfect musical week.

TTFN.

New Blog

Well, seeing as how I can barely maintain the two blogs that I currently run, obviously the most important thing for me to do right now is start another one. You can find the mission statement of the new blog on there now. I'm adding a new box to the side of this blog to keep you guys updated about new posts, as it's not going to have a schedule of any sort. I'm just going to write reviews for it as they appear, so check the sidebar for pointers to new posts.

Anyway, there will be a real post up here later. I'm about to leave for a flute recital now.

TTFN.
Whoo...okay. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I don't really have any excuse...I just haven't updated.

Anyway, I'm going to try to get back into the swing of things tomorrow. I'm also starting a new blog on which I will post reviews of things. I'll let you know when it's up and running.

TTFN.