Thinking about this game carefully, one would realize that the chances of winning are about 1 in 3 (33%). Therefor it does not matter which weapon one chooses, becuase each weapon is equal.
However, there are a few strategies to consider before calling a game of Rock, Paper, Sissors (RPS).
For exmaple, if one knows that the person to be challenged has never played before, or has only taken part in the game as a young child, then it would be safe to assume that this person has never really given serious thought about RPS. Therefore, getting into the mind of the novice, one would muse that rock is the most likely choice, because rock seems like a strong weapon regardless of the statistical chance. Also, the weapon is the shape of a fist, which feels aggressive and therefore more powerful. Knowing that a novice is most likely to choose rock, the strategic weapon of choice would then be paper (as paper covers rock).
Of course, if this person seems to have a smirk apon them, then they are probably RPS experts, strategically pretending to be novice. In this case, they would assume that one would assume them novice and throw paper, so the opponent would throw sissor (since sissor cuts paper). In which case rock is the best choice, since rock smashes sissor, and if the opponent does turn out to be novice it would be a draw. In the case of a draw the novice will play sissor (the second most aggressive weapon) or rock again having survived the first round. So rock is again safe to play on one's part.
Of course, it is possible that the expert player knows that you know, and knows that you do not know that they know you know, then they will throw rock to crush one's sissors.
Considering this, no matter what, rock should be thrown. Of course, if one were to always throw rock, then the opponent would know to throw paper, in which case, the best strategy to keep sly would be to throw one's weapons randomly.
December 27, 2004
December 26, 2004
Paper Bag Princess
This kid's book, by Robert Munch is very nicely illustrated. Recently, when I was reading it, I realized that it has a message to it of a sort of indepentant woman or feminist feel. Basically, a dragon kidnapps a prince, and the princess in nothing but a paperbag saves him by tiring out the egotistical dragon. Then when she gets the prince, he's upset she isn't in a pretty dress with nice hair, and they end up not getting married.
This was just a revelation that I had. Thought it was neat. Cause I can't recal many kids books with feminist messages as a kid...
Is there any one who can remember a popular one that i failed to have noticed?
p.s merry holiday season
This was just a revelation that I had. Thought it was neat. Cause I can't recal many kids books with feminist messages as a kid...
Is there any one who can remember a popular one that i failed to have noticed?
p.s merry holiday season
December 01, 2004
Notable Slogans From the No to Bush Protest
Lesbians Against Bush
My Bush is Better Than Yours
With a Bush and a Dick Running the Place, We're Fucked
My Bush Makes Love. America, Why Can't Yours?
Ferme la Bush
More Trees, Less Bush
Get Your Flew Shot, and Get out! (My personal fav)
War Begins With Dubya (or alternatively: You Can't Spell War Without Dubya)
Fait L'amour, Pas la Guerre: Les Condoms, ils Coute Moins Cher
North Korean Against Bush (Glo's fav)
Drill Bush not Oil
Si Vous Couche Avec Bush, Vous Serez Avoir les Bebites
My Bush is Better Than Yours
With a Bush and a Dick Running the Place, We're Fucked
My Bush Makes Love. America, Why Can't Yours?
Ferme la Bush
More Trees, Less Bush
Get Your Flew Shot, and Get out! (My personal fav)
War Begins With Dubya (or alternatively: You Can't Spell War Without Dubya)
Fait L'amour, Pas la Guerre: Les Condoms, ils Coute Moins Cher
North Korean Against Bush (Glo's fav)
Drill Bush not Oil
Si Vous Couche Avec Bush, Vous Serez Avoir les Bebites
November 24, 2004
No Comment
I've been trying my best to keep updating this blog, but i don't have the time or the inspiration, as many fellow uni students can comfirm. But Just as of now I think I might be forming new opinions in my head, the next couple of weeks I should have something worth while on this blog.
November 09, 2004
Good Graphiti
I like graphiti, but not those graphiti tags that pleig (sp?) the city of Ottawa. I like political statement tags. For example, just today I came across a real good one. The new McD's slogan is "It's all good" But someone out their with a wry sence of humor pasted a word over top so that it now reads "It's all fat". Brilliant.
Also, there is this one artist who draws on buses and in the downtown core. These little meloncolic monsters. Some times it's a monster walking his heart-broken dog. Other times, a monster that's scared. They all make you think, and the style is fabulous. Sorta like a single line for their intire body and some extra detail around the eyes and belly button. They are the kind of thing that are so ugly they're loveable, kinda like that short pet craze with the "skinny pig".
Also, there is this one artist who draws on buses and in the downtown core. These little meloncolic monsters. Some times it's a monster walking his heart-broken dog. Other times, a monster that's scared. They all make you think, and the style is fabulous. Sorta like a single line for their intire body and some extra detail around the eyes and belly button. They are the kind of thing that are so ugly they're loveable, kinda like that short pet craze with the "skinny pig".
October 19, 2004
Karma of Recieving
There is an old philosophy question that has to do with giving. Today I got a phone call that made me think about it from the other end. The karma of receiving.
So a woman from a telemarketing company calls on behalf of my local firefighters who want to raise money for the children in the burn ward at the Children’s Hospital of Eastern Ontario (ie CHEO). I can buy five tickets “at nine dollars each plus a little bit of tax” to see magicians, where all proceeds go to CHEO. Would I like to help the children?
The only way I can answer this is with a yes or a no. A no implies, “No, I CHOOSE NOT to help these CHILDREN. I was never a child, and will never have any. The children can burn in hell.” (cruel pun intended)
“Oh,” She says, “well, you can donate a sum and send it in the self addressed stamped envelope that we will provide for you.”
The only way I can answer this is with a yes or a no. A no implies, “No, I CHOOSE NOT to help these CHILDREN even though you have made it exceedingly EASY for me to donate a sum of money."
Can you see what my problem is? It’s not can I help, it’s will I help. Implying that I have every ability and won’t. Also, they use phrases that make a person feel more guilty, as I’ve so bluntly pointed out in my story thus far. The marketing ploys they are using are the same as those used in consumerism. Except, instead of playing on your need or want, they play on your guilt. And both these marketing “tools” use a “what you get out of it” method (with a magic show…for you and four friends). It doesn’t matter that you donate to CHEO all the time, not to mention other charities. They don’t look at that at all. In fact, if a charitable organization sees that you’ve donated a couple times, they know you are likely to donate again, and then they spew more marketing at you. “You’ll get a breast cancer bear, a calendar for the year 2005 with cuddly kitties, etc.”
Don’t get the wrong impression of me, I’m for charity, and not-for-profit, but I’m upset that they have to resort to shameless marketing to sustain themselves as originations that help people, where huge corporations can violate human social rights and needlessly pollute the environment while being mind-bogglingly profitable. Shouldn’t it be innate for us to care? Shouldn’t it be in our blood? After all, it’s in you to give.
So a woman from a telemarketing company calls on behalf of my local firefighters who want to raise money for the children in the burn ward at the Children’s Hospital of Eastern Ontario (ie CHEO). I can buy five tickets “at nine dollars each plus a little bit of tax” to see magicians, where all proceeds go to CHEO. Would I like to help the children?
The only way I can answer this is with a yes or a no. A no implies, “No, I CHOOSE NOT to help these CHILDREN. I was never a child, and will never have any. The children can burn in hell.” (cruel pun intended)
“Oh,” She says, “well, you can donate a sum and send it in the self addressed stamped envelope that we will provide for you.”
The only way I can answer this is with a yes or a no. A no implies, “No, I CHOOSE NOT to help these CHILDREN even though you have made it exceedingly EASY for me to donate a sum of money."
Can you see what my problem is? It’s not can I help, it’s will I help. Implying that I have every ability and won’t. Also, they use phrases that make a person feel more guilty, as I’ve so bluntly pointed out in my story thus far. The marketing ploys they are using are the same as those used in consumerism. Except, instead of playing on your need or want, they play on your guilt. And both these marketing “tools” use a “what you get out of it” method (with a magic show…for you and four friends). It doesn’t matter that you donate to CHEO all the time, not to mention other charities. They don’t look at that at all. In fact, if a charitable organization sees that you’ve donated a couple times, they know you are likely to donate again, and then they spew more marketing at you. “You’ll get a breast cancer bear, a calendar for the year 2005 with cuddly kitties, etc.”
Don’t get the wrong impression of me, I’m for charity, and not-for-profit, but I’m upset that they have to resort to shameless marketing to sustain themselves as originations that help people, where huge corporations can violate human social rights and needlessly pollute the environment while being mind-bogglingly profitable. Shouldn’t it be innate for us to care? Shouldn’t it be in our blood? After all, it’s in you to give.
October 12, 2004
Internet Mess
Sorry I won't be on for a while since my home internet is sick. I might not post for a while.
September 22, 2004
Small World After All
I was in line at Boushey's Market, and talking to a friend. I told him that he should go to weebls_stuff.com online and watch this cartoon called salad fingers. A girl in front of us, (by girl i mean some one my age) turned and was like yeah i saw that! We proceeded to quote parts of it saying "my name is salad fingers and i like rusty spoons" in a creepy british accent. "i like it when the red water runs" she said eerily, "haha that's my favorite line"
Wow that was so random. What are the chances that i would acctually meet some one who went to the same random site as i did? there is at least 9 billion web sites on the web!
any ways, i think i made a link to that one already, in "rainy day links" so check it.
Wow that was so random. What are the chances that i would acctually meet some one who went to the same random site as i did? there is at least 9 billion web sites on the web!
any ways, i think i made a link to that one already, in "rainy day links" so check it.
September 17, 2004
September 16, 2004
My Goodness!
I just realized that I haven't been doing my "today's lesson" for quite a while. Probably a couple of months ago! I promise I will get right back into that! B/c they are quite funny. Take a gander at some of my old posts if you feel I don't post often enough. (Felix)
Actually, forgetting about the lesons is reflective of the rest of my life, recently. I don't just do the "today's lesson" because they are fun, but also because being able to learn something from everything you do in life is very important. A while ago, perhaps around the time that this blog was born, I was packing for a spiritual journy. Then, somehow, the business of university life made me forget. The link here is that spiritualism is about learning about the world and ones self. (i think). Only recently, when I was called selfish, did I remember.
Actually, it wasn't that smooth. I initially went, "what a jerk, i'm not selfish!" but then some thinking led me to relize that i am (sometimes ;) haha. Any ways this opened me up for a topic of discussion on my favorite radio station, cbc radio 1. The guest was David (??) Thurman, (the actress Uma Thurman's father), who was once a Budhist monk, and is now a philosophy prof, in some uni. Any ways, that interview sorta made me realize that I really went of track here. So much so that for the past year and a half I never even thought about actively persuing my spirituallity.
I did go see the Dalhi Lama when he was in Ottawa. Also, i did think about the time i was reading a great book, by Lama Surya Das, but got stolen before i was done, but neverthe less got me on the track (or at least made me aware of a track) in the first place.
But that was nothing really. That wasn't me actually trying to be a good human. That was me forgetting to learn. Boo.
Any who, this means that "Today's lesson" is back.
Today's Lesson: Life: Start here.
Actually, forgetting about the lesons is reflective of the rest of my life, recently. I don't just do the "today's lesson" because they are fun, but also because being able to learn something from everything you do in life is very important. A while ago, perhaps around the time that this blog was born, I was packing for a spiritual journy. Then, somehow, the business of university life made me forget. The link here is that spiritualism is about learning about the world and ones self. (i think). Only recently, when I was called selfish, did I remember.
Actually, it wasn't that smooth. I initially went, "what a jerk, i'm not selfish!" but then some thinking led me to relize that i am (sometimes ;) haha. Any ways this opened me up for a topic of discussion on my favorite radio station, cbc radio 1. The guest was David (??) Thurman, (the actress Uma Thurman's father), who was once a Budhist monk, and is now a philosophy prof, in some uni. Any ways, that interview sorta made me realize that I really went of track here. So much so that for the past year and a half I never even thought about actively persuing my spirituallity.
I did go see the Dalhi Lama when he was in Ottawa. Also, i did think about the time i was reading a great book, by Lama Surya Das, but got stolen before i was done, but neverthe less got me on the track (or at least made me aware of a track) in the first place.
But that was nothing really. That wasn't me actually trying to be a good human. That was me forgetting to learn. Boo.
Any who, this means that "Today's lesson" is back.
Today's Lesson: Life: Start here.
Today's Quote
"Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards." -Philosopher Soren Kierkegaard
"Nobody ever comes here- it's too crowded." -Yogi Berra
"The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -Mahatma Ghandi
"Nobody ever comes here- it's too crowded." -Yogi Berra
"The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -Mahatma Ghandi
September 06, 2004
Single, Like a Cheese Slice
You know, being a cheese slice isn't bad at all. Infact I really do like being a cheese slice, especially since I really like cheese.
See, Kraft Singles are never alone, because there are other Kraft Singles out there too. If there are none in the fridge then there are many at your nearest Loblaws.
Cheese slices come in packages and sometimes people aren't careful and tear the cheese slice. Even tho the cheese slice may be hurt, even torn in two, it'll be okay. The cheese slice has to learn to leave the plastic wrapper in the trash where it belongs and move onto healthy whole wheat bread. In the frying pan the cheese slice melts, and with time, becomes whole again. Not just fixed but changed; the cheese slice becomes the grilled cheese sandwich. And baby, no one can resist that!
And don't forget that cheese is addictive, (concentrated molecules mimicking morphine), so sooner or later there will be someone who needs a fix, and the Crafty Single can pick and choose between the wine, the olive, and the pickle. (Hell, I'll take a little of everything!)
See, Kraft Singles are never alone, because there are other Kraft Singles out there too. If there are none in the fridge then there are many at your nearest Loblaws.
Cheese slices come in packages and sometimes people aren't careful and tear the cheese slice. Even tho the cheese slice may be hurt, even torn in two, it'll be okay. The cheese slice has to learn to leave the plastic wrapper in the trash where it belongs and move onto healthy whole wheat bread. In the frying pan the cheese slice melts, and with time, becomes whole again. Not just fixed but changed; the cheese slice becomes the grilled cheese sandwich. And baby, no one can resist that!
And don't forget that cheese is addictive, (concentrated molecules mimicking morphine), so sooner or later there will be someone who needs a fix, and the Crafty Single can pick and choose between the wine, the olive, and the pickle. (Hell, I'll take a little of everything!)
September 01, 2004
A Play on Words
Synopsis: A play about Jeffery Words who lives in a low income area of Ottawa.... that's all i have so far... Any idea on what should happen to Words?
August 26, 2004
BRAS AND BIKINIS on Social Symbols
Ever notice that wearing a button up top that isn't buttoned up with a bikini underneath is acceptible and is in style, while doing the same but with a bra is just slutty? I think that's odd considering that bikinkis are much more revealing than the average bra. bikinis are tini triangles with strings and bras are full bodied support articles. however, more people would be offended by someone walking down the street in their bra than someone in a bikini top. is it just the lace? like oooh laaace, that equals ssssssssssex!
August 13, 2004
Ban the Billboards
Last night while waiting for the bus, there was a huge billboard across the street from me, and it got me thinking about advertising. I really don't like blunt advertising like that. I much prefer the subtle form. For example, a character drinking pepsi in a film, or how the word "kleenex" took over "disposible nose tissue" in our vocabulary. Blunt advertising like tv commercials and billboards just seem like an eyesore.
What do you think?
What do you think?
August 05, 2004
July 28, 2004
Progress Report on My New Year's Resolutions
To find my list of ten new year's resolutions you can click on December of my Goldies but Oldies List, or read below:
1) be more patient 2) exercise more 3) learn how to spell 4) memorize the charter of rights 5) get more regular sleep 6) clear out possessions without functions 7) spend less money on trivial things 8) write more 9) actually fulfill my New Year's Resolutions 10) be happy
1) oh yeah, I forgot about that one... But I have accepted the fact that I'm inpatient. That counts as progress.
2)Yep, doing that. Maybe I still don't work out as much as I should, but I definitely work out more than I did in 2003, so I say this resolution is kept so far.
3)....Spelling. This isn't the most important resolution, is it? And my resolution the year before this was to prioritize. So in effect, I'm keeping a resolution from two years ago, which is more prestigious than keeping one for seven months.
4) irrelevant. Maybe I could read them over, but now that I've decided not to go to debating tournaments this year, it hardly makes it worth while the time and effort.
5)ah, sleep. I think I most likely have, but maybe not, I can't really tell, because I forget what my sleep was like when I thought it was irregular. Perhaps I am now used to this irregularity, that now I think it is regular, and no longer find it a problem.
6)this one I am doing. I try not to buy things just because they are cute or what ever, I'm doing that quite well. If I do give in, I give it away as a gift, this way it doesn't clutter the house (which is what I'm trying to avoid)
7)as for things that I don't need but are still in fairly good condition, I put in my "re-gifting bag" or give it to the diabetes association for collection.
8)I am writing on my blog fairly often I feel. My average post is once a week, according to my profile stat-0-meter. And I keep a diary, dream journal, emotion chart, and financial book regularly if not daily, and write letters/emails to my long distance family and friends more often than in the past.
9) Looking above, I think I'm doing fairly well don't you think? Five out of the Eight evaluated so far have been kept, so I say that 9 is kept as well.
10)This resolution was really just to make it a round ten. But yeah, I'd say I'm happy.
Things to be thankful for:
~New job where I can learn new and useful skills while continuing my education.
~My education
~A new (the first ever purchased by me with my money) CD titled "Swing Swing" by Kelly and the Kelly Girls
~Good grades in my summer course
~Great time table
~Remembering why I am friends with my friends.
~A sweet, romantic, fun boyfriend
~Two cute cats
~Things to look forward to
~Things to remember
~Christmas
~Dreams
~Delicious food cooked by other people
1) be more patient 2) exercise more 3) learn how to spell 4) memorize the charter of rights 5) get more regular sleep 6) clear out possessions without functions 7) spend less money on trivial things 8) write more 9) actually fulfill my New Year's Resolutions 10) be happy
1) oh yeah, I forgot about that one... But I have accepted the fact that I'm inpatient. That counts as progress.
2)Yep, doing that. Maybe I still don't work out as much as I should, but I definitely work out more than I did in 2003, so I say this resolution is kept so far.
3)....Spelling. This isn't the most important resolution, is it? And my resolution the year before this was to prioritize. So in effect, I'm keeping a resolution from two years ago, which is more prestigious than keeping one for seven months.
4) irrelevant. Maybe I could read them over, but now that I've decided not to go to debating tournaments this year, it hardly makes it worth while the time and effort.
5)ah, sleep. I think I most likely have, but maybe not, I can't really tell, because I forget what my sleep was like when I thought it was irregular. Perhaps I am now used to this irregularity, that now I think it is regular, and no longer find it a problem.
6)this one I am doing. I try not to buy things just because they are cute or what ever, I'm doing that quite well. If I do give in, I give it away as a gift, this way it doesn't clutter the house (which is what I'm trying to avoid)
7)as for things that I don't need but are still in fairly good condition, I put in my "re-gifting bag" or give it to the diabetes association for collection.
8)I am writing on my blog fairly often I feel. My average post is once a week, according to my profile stat-0-meter. And I keep a diary, dream journal, emotion chart, and financial book regularly if not daily, and write letters/emails to my long distance family and friends more often than in the past.
9) Looking above, I think I'm doing fairly well don't you think? Five out of the Eight evaluated so far have been kept, so I say that 9 is kept as well.
10)This resolution was really just to make it a round ten. But yeah, I'd say I'm happy.
Things to be thankful for:
~New job where I can learn new and useful skills while continuing my education.
~My education
~A new (the first ever purchased by me with my money) CD titled "Swing Swing" by Kelly and the Kelly Girls
~Good grades in my summer course
~Great time table
~Remembering why I am friends with my friends.
~A sweet, romantic, fun boyfriend
~Two cute cats
~Things to look forward to
~Things to remember
~Christmas
~Dreams
~Delicious food cooked by other people
That Darn Guine Pig
Late last night I woke up to this weird high pitched noise. It was like a million squeeky toys being sqeezed one after another, but never being released. What was this noise that woke me from my slumber? That darn guine big! Still alive.
At four in the morning, I hear this thing squeeling outside. I wonder if it was finally it's time to go.
~Flash Back~
Peneloppe squeels, and like a baby, you cannot ignore her. She has food, fresh water, treats...what else does she want! I take her out, but she doesn't move.
When this back yard guine pig is sqeeling, I wonder if I should bring it water...but, lying in the comfort of my bed at four in the morning, decide that now the guine pig is on its own. This type of animal is used to dry conditions any ways, so it probably gets enough water from my garden that it's eating.
Soon I fall back into my dreams...but on my mind is this strange phenominon of that little animal living in the heart of the ghetto.
At four in the morning, I hear this thing squeeling outside. I wonder if it was finally it's time to go.
~Flash Back~
Peneloppe squeels, and like a baby, you cannot ignore her. She has food, fresh water, treats...what else does she want! I take her out, but she doesn't move.
When this back yard guine pig is sqeeling, I wonder if I should bring it water...but, lying in the comfort of my bed at four in the morning, decide that now the guine pig is on its own. This type of animal is used to dry conditions any ways, so it probably gets enough water from my garden that it's eating.
Soon I fall back into my dreams...but on my mind is this strange phenominon of that little animal living in the heart of the ghetto.
July 23, 2004
Death of the Tag Board
New Renovations
So sorry that I keep switching it up, but this is one that I will stick with for a while. I'm relatively happy with this look.
Death of the Tag Board
Notice? It's gone. It's not at the bottom, or to the left, or on a link, it's just deleted. I was having too much trouble with it, and the comments don't last forever... However, you are still able to make a comment by clicking on the word at the bottom of the post if you still want to say "hi!". Sad day indeed.
New Options
Colours, easy hyperlinks...sorry. Just when you thought that Karen got computer savvy, she didn't.
So sorry that I keep switching it up, but this is one that I will stick with for a while. I'm relatively happy with this look.
Death of the Tag Board
Notice? It's gone. It's not at the bottom, or to the left, or on a link, it's just deleted. I was having too much trouble with it, and the comments don't last forever... However, you are still able to make a comment by clicking on the word at the bottom of the post if you still want to say "hi!". Sad day indeed.
New Options
Colours, easy hyperlinks...sorry. Just when you thought that Karen got computer savvy, she didn't.
July 22, 2004
How to Get on My Good Side
It's real simple.
Step1:
Go to http://www.despair.com/pessimistmug.html
Step2:
Purchase the executive version of the mug, cause I'm that special.
Step3:
Wrap it pretty when you recive it in the mail.
Step4:
Give it to me.
Step5:
Recieve bountiful thanks from me.
Step6:
We taste things from the cup, and write a letter to the company stating "It really does make every taste bitter!"
Today's other, but equally important, lesson: Simple minds are amused by simple things.
Step1:
Go to http://www.despair.com/pessimistmug.html
Step2:
Purchase the executive version of the mug, cause I'm that special.
Step3:
Wrap it pretty when you recive it in the mail.
Step4:
Give it to me.
Step5:
Recieve bountiful thanks from me.
Step6:
We taste things from the cup, and write a letter to the company stating "It really does make every taste bitter!"
Today's other, but equally important, lesson: Simple minds are amused by simple things.
Guine Pig
So I'm just doing some simple chores around the house, when I happen to notice a guine pig run across my back yard and into a bush. I'm allergic to them, but my human heroic instinct kicks in, and I must save this poor animal from certain death!
I get a carrot and woo it. It comes up and eats the carrot but is not as easily captured. Leading it into a cardboard box isn't successful either, and even my neighboor, who speeks no english, helps me....to no avail.
Suddenly, it comes out of the bushes and runs across the lawn. I felt like a three year old trying to grab a rolling ball. Every time I bend down to pick it up it has gone a little further on its way.
"Fine!" I yell, "you can just die, and get eaten. I'm done with you."
Days later, I see the thing running, once again into the bush. "What?" That fucking thing is still alive, maybe that guine pig isn't as domestic as the one I used to have.
~~Flashback~~
Penellope sits there. I watch her, and she just sits. I go to get a drink, come back to my penellope who still hasn't moved. I poke it. She squeels like a pig. A friend calls, and I rushes over to his house. Hours later, I return having forgotten my poor pet. I worry, she could be anywhere!! But no, there she sits, in the same damn spot, three hours later.
This guine pig is not the same. It has now been two weeks, and still it runs around and eats my garden and has not been killed by raccoons, or cats, or dogs, or captured by some abled person.
Today's lesson: I hate guine pigs
I get a carrot and woo it. It comes up and eats the carrot but is not as easily captured. Leading it into a cardboard box isn't successful either, and even my neighboor, who speeks no english, helps me....to no avail.
Suddenly, it comes out of the bushes and runs across the lawn. I felt like a three year old trying to grab a rolling ball. Every time I bend down to pick it up it has gone a little further on its way.
"Fine!" I yell, "you can just die, and get eaten. I'm done with you."
Days later, I see the thing running, once again into the bush. "What?" That fucking thing is still alive, maybe that guine pig isn't as domestic as the one I used to have.
~~Flashback~~
Penellope sits there. I watch her, and she just sits. I go to get a drink, come back to my penellope who still hasn't moved. I poke it. She squeels like a pig. A friend calls, and I rushes over to his house. Hours later, I return having forgotten my poor pet. I worry, she could be anywhere!! But no, there she sits, in the same damn spot, three hours later.
This guine pig is not the same. It has now been two weeks, and still it runs around and eats my garden and has not been killed by raccoons, or cats, or dogs, or captured by some abled person.
Today's lesson: I hate guine pigs
July 21, 2004
July 07, 2004
Chapter 56
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a cleaver, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. THen fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doupt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reasured. Reason is fully equiped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body, whcich is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an oppossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. and so with the reast of your body. Every part of you , in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but and impression has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
-Yann Martel, Life of Pi, pp 178-179 (ch 56)
Fear next turns fully to your body, whcich is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an oppossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. and so with the reast of your body. Every part of you , in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but and impression has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
-Yann Martel, Life of Pi, pp 178-179 (ch 56)
June 26, 2004
Glo-Sticks
Yeah, those ever so fun glo-sticks, that you put around your wrist and neck, when you go clubing, or when it's CA day in the capital....not so fun when it get in your EYE!
I didn't know if it was non-toxic or not, and I made every one call poison controle, while i washed my eye out with water. It really stings. I mean it's CHEMICALS REACTING IN YOUR EYE releasing energy (in the form of light) but do you know what chemicals? cause i don't.
I looked them up on ask jeeves just now.
"The mechanism that he and other researchers have proposed for the process still stands as the best candidate: The oxalate ester and H2O2 react with the help of a salicylate catalyst to form a peroxyacid ester and phenol. The peroxyacid ester decomposes to form more phenol, and most important, a highly energetic intermediate, presumed to be a four-membered ring dimer of CO2. As the cyclic dimer decomposes into two CO2 molecules, it gives up its energy to a waiting dye molecule, which then fluoresces."
"The group went searching for fluorescing dyes to make different colors. For example, the common green in most light sticks comes from 9,10-bis(phenylethynyl)anthracene, and 9,10-diphenylanthracene gives blue."
"Reds and blues are typically the most difficult to produce, Cranor says. Purple, made from a combination of three dyes, is the most intractable color of all. "Green and yellow," he notes, "are a piece of cake."
http://www.cem.msu.edu/~cem333/CENLightSticks.html
-visted on dated this blog was posted.
-site last updated in 1999 by the American Chemical Society
You can also visit the site to see a diagram of the actual chemical reaction
I didn't know if it was non-toxic or not, and I made every one call poison controle, while i washed my eye out with water. It really stings. I mean it's CHEMICALS REACTING IN YOUR EYE releasing energy (in the form of light) but do you know what chemicals? cause i don't.
I looked them up on ask jeeves just now.
"The mechanism that he and other researchers have proposed for the process still stands as the best candidate: The oxalate ester and H2O2 react with the help of a salicylate catalyst to form a peroxyacid ester and phenol. The peroxyacid ester decomposes to form more phenol, and most important, a highly energetic intermediate, presumed to be a four-membered ring dimer of CO2. As the cyclic dimer decomposes into two CO2 molecules, it gives up its energy to a waiting dye molecule, which then fluoresces."
"The group went searching for fluorescing dyes to make different colors. For example, the common green in most light sticks comes from 9,10-bis(phenylethynyl)anthracene, and 9,10-diphenylanthracene gives blue."
"Reds and blues are typically the most difficult to produce, Cranor says. Purple, made from a combination of three dyes, is the most intractable color of all. "Green and yellow," he notes, "are a piece of cake."
http://www.cem.msu.edu/~cem333/CENLightSticks.html
-visted on dated this blog was posted.
-site last updated in 1999 by the American Chemical Society
You can also visit the site to see a diagram of the actual chemical reaction
June 24, 2004
June 22, 2004
Two Yuckies Make a Yum
Today, once my belly started complain, I had to eat something. The problem was that I really didn't have much food. Well of course there is food, but it's all "yucky" food. Then I thought of something brilliant.
What if I put two yucky foods together? I don't really like canned beans all that much, and the creamed corn in the cupboard was not the brand I liked (it was the kind of creamed corn that even starving children wouldn't eat) I put them in the pot together...And wasn't so sure about the idea, cause it looked like diarrhea in a pot.
Hmmm...So I thought it would be a good idea to change the colour to make it more aesthetic by adding some molasses (which I also think is yucky)...The colour looked much better now.
Now for taste. I put the magic ingredients that make just about any thing taste good: garlic, oregano, and basil.
Then I put it in a bowl... "It still need some variety of colour". So I put on a topping that never fails....Mmmmm-mmm cheddar.
If you can believe it, the experiment worked! It tasted so good! And not the good as in "it's good enough to eat right now, but I'll never make it again" good, but the "I'm going to write a recipe book, and this will be the star dish" good. Shocking? It is!
I encourage you to put those yucky foods to good use, and make your own yummy food at home! (Children need adult supervision)
Today's Lesson: It looks like shit, but it'snot. (Get it?)
What if I put two yucky foods together? I don't really like canned beans all that much, and the creamed corn in the cupboard was not the brand I liked (it was the kind of creamed corn that even starving children wouldn't eat) I put them in the pot together...And wasn't so sure about the idea, cause it looked like diarrhea in a pot.
Hmmm...So I thought it would be a good idea to change the colour to make it more aesthetic by adding some molasses (which I also think is yucky)...The colour looked much better now.
Now for taste. I put the magic ingredients that make just about any thing taste good: garlic, oregano, and basil.
Then I put it in a bowl... "It still need some variety of colour". So I put on a topping that never fails....Mmmmm-mmm cheddar.
If you can believe it, the experiment worked! It tasted so good! And not the good as in "it's good enough to eat right now, but I'll never make it again" good, but the "I'm going to write a recipe book, and this will be the star dish" good. Shocking? It is!
I encourage you to put those yucky foods to good use, and make your own yummy food at home! (Children need adult supervision)
Today's Lesson: It looks like shit, but it'snot. (Get it?)
Anon
Dear Anon,
Please identify your self. It drives me crazy...
I assume it's Niveen, but how am i to tell???
Please identify your self. It drives me crazy...
I assume it's Niveen, but how am i to tell???
June 18, 2004
The Big Friendly Giant
I know what you're thinking..."where is that tag board?"
"Look down, waaay down. I save a chair for you, and a tag board."
I changed my template, but can't figure out two things...
1)how to change the colour
2)how to get the tag board up with my links
By the way, you don't really need the tag board any more, since you can comment on any blog directly, past or present, and they will never disapear (like the tag board)
I know what else you're thinking..."She's posted FIVE blogs in one day. That's a record, baby!"
"Look down, waaay down. I save a chair for you, and a tag board."
I changed my template, but can't figure out two things...
1)how to change the colour
2)how to get the tag board up with my links
By the way, you don't really need the tag board any more, since you can comment on any blog directly, past or present, and they will never disapear (like the tag board)
I know what else you're thinking..."She's posted FIVE blogs in one day. That's a record, baby!"
June 17, 2004
What IS this Blog Anyway?
This blog is basically a bunch of posts. I sensor every thing that goes on here. Maybe I don't talk about me personally much of the time, but threw my sensoring you can get an idea of who I really am. How do I decide what goes on here? Ever have an urge to tell everyone you know something that you thought of or come arcross? That's it. If I think it's funny, or interesting, or feel compelled to tell someone, it goes on here. If you hang out with me enough, then nothing on this site is new. I've told at least five people in person for every thought published on this site.
What is this blog about? It's about me. It's about things I see.
What is this blog about? It's about me. It's about things I see.
Politics is as Bad as These Jokes
"If they keep lowering education standards, and raise the gas tax, then we'll end up with a lot of stupid people walking around."
"Well, if Harper can take the Progressive out of Conservative, maybe he should shorten it further to its real name: The Cons."
"Well, if Harper can take the Progressive out of Conservative, maybe he should shorten it further to its real name: The Cons."
The Cat House
Not to be confused with the House (of Parlement), is a small little cat house just behind it. This quaint little living space for cats (and racoons) has everything. It's got free food for residence, a loft, a great view of the river, and is located conviently in the heart of downtown Ottawa. No one one could ask for more....and the cats get it. But they're SSOOOOO cute, you can't argue.
The Nice Smoker Bum
I did think of this guy during my last blog, but he isn't all that funny. He's a nice guy...the model bum, if you will (less the smoking). He is dedicated to his spot, very friendly to passers by, creating small talk with any one who wants to chat. Never pushy, and not outwardly weird as far as anyone can tell. But he certainly isn't all that funny of a guy.
But of course there is an endless resourse of entertainment that goes beyond bums...
But of course there is an endless resourse of entertainment that goes beyond bums...
June 11, 2004
Keeping up With Demand. BONUS: Things to do in Ottawa
Geez Relax, I will update my blog when the modivation, the inspiration, and the time all collide on Observation (In sight from my sight).
However, you are luckey today, since I happen to remember something interesting about my home town here in Ottawa. What's so great about this city is you don't need to have money in order to have fun. There is a whole whim of fun on the streets...
That would be the down town bums.
They are pretty interesting, those guys.
Dr. Mask: This is a man who rides around on those disapility scooters in the market area. He wears a docter mask on his forhead every day. Furthermore, there is a trailer attached to his scooter at the back; sort of like a little platform, on which a large collie sits. The dog is free to run around if it wished, but i don't think the dog has any desire to do so. When ever the streets get really busy and it's hard to manouver and Dr. Mask needs to get threw, he begings to hollar and yell things at the top of his lungs. If you ever see Dr. Mask I recomend you stop and have a chat with him. He's a very friendly (albeit strange) man.
"Jesus loves you": This is a man who likes to hang out around the Rideau Centre. Some times you can find him up on MacKenzie Bridge. He also blesses you and tells you that you are loved by the son of God. Upon my first blessing from him I thanked him. But he seems to do it no matter how much you see him. I have come to the belief that he doesn't know how to say anything but those words.
There are many who have outstanding quirks, but we cannot forget the ones that are quite ambient, you know, the ones that every city has.
The pot smokers: These guys will ask you if you have any papers. These guys really get me. For one they just ask any one, they don't even bother looking for some one who would be likey to be a smoker. They ask 80 year old granny who is hooked up to oxygen. Their brains surely must be fried. Second, papers only cost One Doller. It's one cent per zig zag. If they don't have a dollar fourteen to satisfy their drug habbits, then screw 'em.
The cigarette smokers: These guys will ask you if you've got an extra smoke. But beware! They aren't acutally asking you for a smoke, because if you have one, that means they are entitled to have it. Really, smokers act as if they deserve something that belongs to you and that asking is just a formality. The worst is when you say no, and they offer you a quarter. They make it seem like a deal because technically one cigarette is worth less and quarter. But what the hell are you going to do with a quarter? Tell the nicker to save that quarter and call someone who cares. (It's an old one, but it works)
The travelers: these guys are the ones with signs saying that they are travelers. Usually they also have a dog. In my books, if you don't have enough money to travel, you sure as hell shouldn't be dragging a dog around. I think that's down right abusive.
However, you are luckey today, since I happen to remember something interesting about my home town here in Ottawa. What's so great about this city is you don't need to have money in order to have fun. There is a whole whim of fun on the streets...
That would be the down town bums.
They are pretty interesting, those guys.
Dr. Mask: This is a man who rides around on those disapility scooters in the market area. He wears a docter mask on his forhead every day. Furthermore, there is a trailer attached to his scooter at the back; sort of like a little platform, on which a large collie sits. The dog is free to run around if it wished, but i don't think the dog has any desire to do so. When ever the streets get really busy and it's hard to manouver and Dr. Mask needs to get threw, he begings to hollar and yell things at the top of his lungs. If you ever see Dr. Mask I recomend you stop and have a chat with him. He's a very friendly (albeit strange) man.
"Jesus loves you": This is a man who likes to hang out around the Rideau Centre. Some times you can find him up on MacKenzie Bridge. He also blesses you and tells you that you are loved by the son of God. Upon my first blessing from him I thanked him. But he seems to do it no matter how much you see him. I have come to the belief that he doesn't know how to say anything but those words.
There are many who have outstanding quirks, but we cannot forget the ones that are quite ambient, you know, the ones that every city has.
The pot smokers: These guys will ask you if you have any papers. These guys really get me. For one they just ask any one, they don't even bother looking for some one who would be likey to be a smoker. They ask 80 year old granny who is hooked up to oxygen. Their brains surely must be fried. Second, papers only cost One Doller. It's one cent per zig zag. If they don't have a dollar fourteen to satisfy their drug habbits, then screw 'em.
The cigarette smokers: These guys will ask you if you've got an extra smoke. But beware! They aren't acutally asking you for a smoke, because if you have one, that means they are entitled to have it. Really, smokers act as if they deserve something that belongs to you and that asking is just a formality. The worst is when you say no, and they offer you a quarter. They make it seem like a deal because technically one cigarette is worth less and quarter. But what the hell are you going to do with a quarter? Tell the nicker to save that quarter and call someone who cares. (It's an old one, but it works)
The travelers: these guys are the ones with signs saying that they are travelers. Usually they also have a dog. In my books, if you don't have enough money to travel, you sure as hell shouldn't be dragging a dog around. I think that's down right abusive.
June 01, 2004
Brand-Clean Clothes (Bounce Fresh)
I have always wondered why they call the laundry mat the coinwash. I mean who really washes their coins? I guess the people who launder money, but really...!
Today's Lesson: The coinwash cleans your pockets (of coins), not the coins themselves.
Today's Lesson: The coinwash cleans your pockets (of coins), not the coins themselves.
May 26, 2004
I'm Going All Political on You
Hey, I know that my blog entries have been pretty unfunny, compared to my old blogs of yore, but there is no time for apologies, so deal.
What I have noticed recently is that in the voter population, the poor people and people who depend on the government for income are the people who should be voting left (well really one could argue that NDP is actually centre relative to Europe.) They should vote NDP. Yet the very people who need a party like the NDP don't vote for them...They vote conservative....What the hell?
Politics really confuses the hell outta me.
What I have noticed recently is that in the voter population, the poor people and people who depend on the government for income are the people who should be voting left (well really one could argue that NDP is actually centre relative to Europe.) They should vote NDP. Yet the very people who need a party like the NDP don't vote for them...They vote conservative....What the hell?
Politics really confuses the hell outta me.
From 24 Hour Death Drudge Tournament
An argument against democracy is a five minute conversation with a voter.
May 10, 2004
Quotes of the Day
"Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with." -Damned chain letter
And my personal favorite:
"The more people I meet, the more I like my cat" -Mel
And my personal favorite:
"The more people I meet, the more I like my cat" -Mel
Check It Out
The link to "CBC Radio 3" always has some great original music. Also it has some artsy perspective on things. They update it frequently. It's worth checking out.
May 09, 2004
Some Stats
$8 billion are spent on lottery tickets by Canadiens every year.
In the U.S. 94% of the worlds law suits are filed.
In the U.S. 94% of the worlds law suits are filed.
May 03, 2004
Today's Post (After Much Editing)
Today, I did a bit of spring cleaning on my blog. As I went threw November, December, January, February, March, and April posts, I came under the realization that my posts are indeed a lot better the further back in time my post was published.
This post is going to be about hope; hope for better and funnier blogs in the future. Now that the summer is here, perhaps once again I can observe the eccentricities of life, one blog at a time.
As you will have noticed, my blog is changing. About a month ago, I change some colours for the web links. It's not that I've learn what crazy combination of numbers I must enter in order to make moss-green, but more like I punched in random numbers until I got a pleasing colour. Just yesterday, I also put up a blog poll. I guess I will change that when ever the hell I feel like it. I would love it if people took part in it, no matter how stupid my poll may be.
In the near future, I hope to learn how to add pictures into my blog entry, so I can make my blogs prettier.
Keep in touch, to be the first on YOUR block to know what kind of changes are happening on OBSERVATION insight from my sight.
This post is going to be about hope; hope for better and funnier blogs in the future. Now that the summer is here, perhaps once again I can observe the eccentricities of life, one blog at a time.
As you will have noticed, my blog is changing. About a month ago, I change some colours for the web links. It's not that I've learn what crazy combination of numbers I must enter in order to make moss-green, but more like I punched in random numbers until I got a pleasing colour. Just yesterday, I also put up a blog poll. I guess I will change that when ever the hell I feel like it. I would love it if people took part in it, no matter how stupid my poll may be.
In the near future, I hope to learn how to add pictures into my blog entry, so I can make my blogs prettier.
Keep in touch, to be the first on YOUR block to know what kind of changes are happening on OBSERVATION insight from my sight.
April 21, 2004
Eratosthenes in 200 B.C.
He observed that on the summer solstice in Syene, the sun was directly overhead. However, in Alexandria the sun did not rise as high. His reasoning: the curvature of the Earth.
He erected a vertical mast in Alexandria and measured its shadow at noon. The length of the shadow was observed to be equal to 1/50 of the circumference of a circle having the radius equal to the mast.
Using geometry laws (that of equal opposite angles of a line cutting parallel lines), he reasoned that the distance from Syene to Alexandria was 1/50 the radius of Earth.
He then measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. By taking the angle of the shadow (7.2 degrees) and dividing it into the 360 degrees of a circle (360 divided by 7.2 yields 50), Eratosthenes could then multiply the distance between Alexandria and Syene by 50 to determine the circumference.
He erected a vertical mast in Alexandria and measured its shadow at noon. The length of the shadow was observed to be equal to 1/50 of the circumference of a circle having the radius equal to the mast.
Using geometry laws (that of equal opposite angles of a line cutting parallel lines), he reasoned that the distance from Syene to Alexandria was 1/50 the radius of Earth.
He then measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. By taking the angle of the shadow (7.2 degrees) and dividing it into the 360 degrees of a circle (360 divided by 7.2 yields 50), Eratosthenes could then multiply the distance between Alexandria and Syene by 50 to determine the circumference.
April 19, 2004
Edit Blog
I've decided that I should make all my blogs grammatically correct and without spelling error from now on. This will also be retroactive. I'm going back and fixing all my laziness. Please notify me of errors if you notice them, and/or if you care.
Thanks
Thanks
April 09, 2004
Always Appreciate Alliteration
The luxurious leading leopard, Leopold, leaped loftily left like lovely Lassy, leaving little lusty Louise Lane lying lividly lonely.
March 22, 2004
People With My Name
Http://users.vei.net/2m4rty/blogger.html
Even though the post is signed with my name, it's not me!!!
Imagine that!
I'm funnier though.
Even though the post is signed with my name, it's not me!!!
Imagine that!
I'm funnier though.
Spotted at http://blog.radioactivecat.com/index.html on March 22 2004 around 9pm
"Horrors bled into the streets, terrorists were spawned by the thousand, presidents openly lied so as to lead a nation into bloody violent unwinnable wars, thousands of Catholic priests sexually molested tens of thousands of children over a 50-year period without the slightest punishment, the environment teetered on the brink due to heartless government rollbacks as air quality and water quality and food sources were ravaged in the name of corporate profiteering, the economy crumbled like Jenna Bush after her 10th beer bong as hate and fear and bogus Orange Alerts ruled the land."
Oh wait. That was all before the gay-marriage thing. My bad.
Oh wait. That was all before the gay-marriage thing. My bad.
March 16, 2004
Rural Blonde
I was attending one of my more boring lectures on how urban areas affect the environment. The prof was demonstating a chart that showed how public transit had decreased and cars had increased. A blonde raises her hand and says in the ditziest voice you can imagine "Does this chart take in to account rural areas? because i've never ridden a bus..there aren't any busses were i live."
I just wanted to shout "STUPID! of course this chart discludes rural areas!! This lecture is on URBAN AREAS! Who let you into university anyways?"
Reading this back in retro-spect, maybe it doesn't seem so bad...but if you were there you would have said "stupid" too.
I just wanted to shout "STUPID! of course this chart discludes rural areas!! This lecture is on URBAN AREAS! Who let you into university anyways?"
Reading this back in retro-spect, maybe it doesn't seem so bad...but if you were there you would have said "stupid" too.
March 10, 2004
*The Journey to the Destination*
Jack and Ryan told of there adventures in the depths of ancient labyrinths, hights of towering mountains, and speedy chases in plains, cars and motorcycles.
Ken and Mike stared with the interest that only hamsters have with their own reflection in the mirror. So Jack and Ryan got the hint and were off; so were the two, too, to the terminal in ticking time.
The train waited for the arrival of the four heroes, since Jack takes the tickets, Ryan serves the drinks, Ken conducts, and Mike keeps the time. On the train were a hub-bub of peoples, including a woman who's beauty is often compared to the most well bread of dogs. She had incredible taste (in the 80's) and looked Jack in the eye.
"You want something from me, don't you?" she asked in a lusty manner.
Jack replied: "I do."
"I bet it's something that you've been waiting for...Something that you need in order to continue in life... Something urgent...!" she was exited now.
"YES!" cried Jack, "You're right...Please," he moved his hand toward the woman and anticipated her next move.
Her eyes fluttered, her cheeks were rosy. She reach into her bag and removed the object of desire: the train ticket.
"Thank you" said Jack.
"Of course," she sat to get comfortable for the ride.
Mike found that it took Jack four minutes and twenty-three seconds to collect all the tickets on the train. Ken began the voyage with a hearty "All aboard!!" and Ryan promptly served the drinks.
They were all on their way to their destination.
Ken and Mike stared with the interest that only hamsters have with their own reflection in the mirror. So Jack and Ryan got the hint and were off; so were the two, too, to the terminal in ticking time.
The train waited for the arrival of the four heroes, since Jack takes the tickets, Ryan serves the drinks, Ken conducts, and Mike keeps the time. On the train were a hub-bub of peoples, including a woman who's beauty is often compared to the most well bread of dogs. She had incredible taste (in the 80's) and looked Jack in the eye.
"You want something from me, don't you?" she asked in a lusty manner.
Jack replied: "I do."
"I bet it's something that you've been waiting for...Something that you need in order to continue in life... Something urgent...!" she was exited now.
"YES!" cried Jack, "You're right...Please," he moved his hand toward the woman and anticipated her next move.
Her eyes fluttered, her cheeks were rosy. She reach into her bag and removed the object of desire: the train ticket.
"Thank you" said Jack.
"Of course," she sat to get comfortable for the ride.
Mike found that it took Jack four minutes and twenty-three seconds to collect all the tickets on the train. Ken began the voyage with a hearty "All aboard!!" and Ryan promptly served the drinks.
They were all on their way to their destination.
March 09, 2004
Quantity Blog
I'm just writing a blog right now because I want to make sure I am still posting. If I get out of the habit then I may never write again *gasp* *horror* This world may come to a grinding halt!
I know I said before that it's all about quality and not about quantity, however, I think this rule should be broken in order to create some chaos. That's right, in the grand scheme of things I'm sure that this useless blog entry will make a world of a diff.
I'm sorry that the blogs have been lacking in "observation" however its hard to observe when studying in uni, since they make you observe their high priced books. This semester I have observed several typos and factual errors in the books I am reading. Just small things, but frequent things. (here again, is another exception to quality over quantity) it's like they just pump out books every year, regardless of their true integrity. The ironic thing is that these books are for environment courses...I think this paper could be more useful in tree form...
Lesson of the Day: Observation comes most easily when you don't pay attention.
I know I said before that it's all about quality and not about quantity, however, I think this rule should be broken in order to create some chaos. That's right, in the grand scheme of things I'm sure that this useless blog entry will make a world of a diff.
I'm sorry that the blogs have been lacking in "observation" however its hard to observe when studying in uni, since they make you observe their high priced books. This semester I have observed several typos and factual errors in the books I am reading. Just small things, but frequent things. (here again, is another exception to quality over quantity) it's like they just pump out books every year, regardless of their true integrity. The ironic thing is that these books are for environment courses...I think this paper could be more useful in tree form...
Lesson of the Day: Observation comes most easily when you don't pay attention.
February 17, 2004
Jaw Breaker
I am a lot like a jaw breaker: good on the outside, with many layers; bad on the inside, bite me.
February 07, 2004
Dreams
Lately my dreams have been so weird...From old grade-school girls I knew growing beards to fish jumping back threw time, and pet scorpions that just can't stay off of me. What does it all mean?
January 23, 2004
Fifth of a Century
Well, I've done a bad thing. I turned twenty. That's not the bad thing. The bad thing is that I celebrated my birthday. Now, if you are not a devote reader of my blog (and I hope you are not, b/c that would mean that you have no life) then I will tell you why that is bad.
On Friday September 12th 2003, I decided that it was silly to celebrate dates annually, so I created the Digit. For a full explanation see the blog with this corresponding date. The gist of the whole thing is that I was not going to celebrate my birthday again until 2006.
Now I have broken that rule. I still think that my points are valid for digits, however they are hard to apply when the rest of society doesn't know about it. So I guess I'll just make a bigger fuss than usual on those digit events.
Today's Lesson: You can never have to much fun...There is always a reason to celebrate.
p.s. also see Oct 7th 2003 for leap years and digits, and Oct 11th about who gives a shit about digits.
On Friday September 12th 2003, I decided that it was silly to celebrate dates annually, so I created the Digit. For a full explanation see the blog with this corresponding date. The gist of the whole thing is that I was not going to celebrate my birthday again until 2006.
Now I have broken that rule. I still think that my points are valid for digits, however they are hard to apply when the rest of society doesn't know about it. So I guess I'll just make a bigger fuss than usual on those digit events.
Today's Lesson: You can never have to much fun...There is always a reason to celebrate.
p.s. also see Oct 7th 2003 for leap years and digits, and Oct 11th about who gives a shit about digits.
January 19, 2004
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