Hot and Cold Food

First of all, I’d like to point out that this thought came to me while I was browsing thru all my other thoughts that I’ve written down. I wasn’t actually reading my other thoughts, I just had the word document open and I was scrolling through it… I found it a little ironic. Anyway, here’s what I was thinking: my mouth gets really messed up when I have some food that is both spicy and cold. Especially when it’s a little colder than it needs to be. Then it’s like, oh this is kinda cold (because almost nothing spicy is spicy immediately when it enters your mouth) then all of the sudden BOOM your mouth is on fire, but since the food is cold it’s still crazy because you remember how cold your mouth is, but it’s still hot because it’s spicy. It’s kinda like sauna swim (you get hot in a sauna, then go into some cold water… crazy!). Sometimes I just need to be messed up.

Big Mac for Scottie Mac

The Big Mac. First I would like to point out the presentation of the big mac. It comes in its own personalized box which shows the ingredients that come on the big mac. The box also advertizes how unique the big mac is. The caption on the box says, “What makes your Big Mac so unique? Maybe it’s how the double layer of sear-sizzled 100% pure beef mingles with the sauce and melty cheese, the snap of onion and the tart crunch of pickle. Or, maybe it’s just that it’s tall.” After I read this, I was expecting a gourmet delight of a hamburger. Or at least something that was crunchy and snapped. I found neither of these to be true. Truth be told I was pretty excited for my first bite. I couldn’t wait to experience the sounds that went along with the sights, smells, tastes, and feelings that went along with the big mac, but I was greeted with no such pleasures and that was only the first disappointment.

The big mac also advertised about being “tall” and I found this to be a bit questionable. I have definitely seen taller burgers in my life, and in fact, I think I’ve even seen burgers that are taller than the box the big mac comes in. Especially since the big mac is a double decker burger with three buns, I definitely thought it could have been bigger (that’s what she said). All in all, I would say that the size didn’t matter as long as the taste was good (this sounds so wrong… burgers people, burgers) but it didn’t taste all that good and one of the selling points was the size, which also didn’t impress.

Another main selling point of the big mac was its uniqueness. After reading the box, I got the impression that not only was the big mac as a burger unique, but each individual big mac was unique. For starters, they tell you all the ingredients of the big mac on the outside of the box and even though there is a “secret sauce” I have it on good knowledge (my father, Charles) that it isn’t a secret at all. Even if it was a secret, McDonald’s doesn’t seem to be any good at keeping it a secret, they’ll sell the burger to anybody. This is in high contrast to the krabby patty, which Mr. Krabs and Spongebob would guard with their lives, and I have seen no such heroism from the McDonald’s employees. Back to the point though, while the big mac itself could easily be duplicated, I also get the distinct impression that each burger is almost machine made. I don’t really have any proof other than the fact that in the past I have had one or two big macs and they’ve all been exactly the same. In other words, all big macs are basically the exact same thing. Again, I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t unique if it tasted good.

Up until now, everything about the big mac has been a lie. Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you about the cheese because I didn’t want to dissect the burger in order to preserve the integrity of it. However, looking back in my past dealings with McDonalds, I can say one thing for the big mac: in comparison to all other McDonalds food products (excluding fries), everything the big mac says, is true. For example, it is fairly tall compared to a bacon cheeseburger. All in all, I would say the big mac needs some big work. It isn’t one of my favorite foods and I wouldn’t even pick it if my only options were fast food options. It seems to me that the big mac is a good fit for somebody with an extremely low food budget where a four dollar meal would be a real treat (i.e. hicks).

Holidays and Mixing it up

Unites States holidays are one big celebration of crap. I’m sorry. Take a second to think about this… Thanksgiving- Thanks for the land Native Americans, Independence Day- Take that England, Martin Luther King Day- We’re sorry we killed you Dr. King, Abraham Lincoln’s birthday- Sorry we killed you too… don’t get me wrong, these are all great holidays, I just think they’re a little questionable.

I have a rhetorical question to pose for all of those people who read my blog. While going about your daily routine, how often do you do the exact same thing every single time. Take me for example, every time I walk to class, I go the exact same way… I’m not saying the same streets, I’m saying the same side of the street. This got me thinking, what if your soul mate did the exact same thing as you every single day at the same time, just on the opposite side of the street? You would never meet your spouse simply because you didn’t walk on the other side of the street. Maybe you should mix up your schedule a little.

Human Insanity

Insanity is itself a conundrum. We have people (who are quite possibly insane themselves) telling us who they think is insane, while the people who actually think they are insane could never be insane because they know they are, which means they aren’t. Meanwhile, we have ordinary everyday people walking on the street telling their friends about people who are absolutely crazy (that’s a crazy b!@#*) who most people would say is sane (the everyday ordinary person). But how do we know the “ordinary people” aren’t the crazy ones and the “insane” people aren’t normal?

I was watching TV recently and I saw a very curious show. The show is called John Oliver’s New York Stand-Up Show and I have to give it mad props. John Oliver has a bunch of comedians come onto his show and do bits in front of a live audience. But it isn’t a TV audience, this show is in a theater. This is genius. Now not only is he getting money from the people watching this show on TV, but he also gets money from the people that are paying to watch the show live. Of course this is a genius idea only if you like money…

Annoyances and Conspiracy Theories

I have begun to do a lot of really stupid things that just annoy the crap out of me (which makes me scared to think how much they could annoy other people). For one thing, I sometimes copy hand motions of other people when I think the hand motions are cool. That said, I think I picked this up all on my own (I didn’t see anybody doing it before me): I wave my hands around a lot when telling stories (and perhaps talking in general), but whenever I do, my fingers are always in really odd positions. I think it’s really weird and odd looking, but I can’t stop. I have also begun to realize that I’m a one-upper. It’s a kind of human being that whenever they hear about somebody else, they say something that’s one better (oh your kid was the second best swimmer in the state, well my kid is the best runner in the state and the smartest one to boot). As much as I would wish against it, whenever somebody talks, I always find myself thinking about something that I did that’s better than them… I might not always say it, but I’m usually thinking it. Last, my stories always take a really long time to tell… I think it might be because people interrupt me, which is why recently, when I’m being interrupted, I start to tell people to be quiet because I’m telling a story. I wish I could stop because whatever you’re saying is more important than what I’m saying… I guarantee it.

I’m beginning to think that the world is conspiring against me. It would be kind of like The Truman Show only instead of a show where everything in a man’s life is controlled for TV, it would be controlled to make his life worse. For example, sometimes when I don’t hear from my friends for extended periods of time, I think maybe one person in the group told everybody else not to talk to me, or people at Wisconsin are avoiding me on purpose so that I won’t make any friends. (Warning: I might be compliment fishing, I’m not sure. You don’t need to call me and tell me how great I am (I don’t want you to lie) and I realize that these thoughts are completely ridiculous. However, if any part of this is true, please call me and tell me so).

Brains in my Feet

All of the following was written on 12/26/09:

Today I was riding in a car to a fancy country club. I was with my family and we were all dressed up to go to my grandma’s country club in Michigan, with one exception… my feet. I had forgotten to pack nice shoes, so my options for footwear were my slippers or my tennis shoes. My family decided that the slippers looked better, so that is what I was wearing. On the way to the country club, everything seemed to be in order except my feet. I don’t know if it’s the same for you, (I only just realized this myself) but my feet play a major role in how I feel. My slips have a distinct feel to them, and it isn’t a country club kind of feel. It’s an open, comfort, leisure kind of feel. As a result of this, I had very mixed feelings about where I was headed for dinner. My head said we were going to the country club, but my feet told me we were going somewhere well known and full of comfort, like my house or my cottage. Furthermore, my feet were warm, so it felt a little like summer time, but I don’t normally wear my slips in the summer, plus my toes were a little cold… so it felt a little like the fall or spring. I was really confused (and amazed by how much my feet influence me).

As previously mentioned (see first blog post), I’m not exactly happy to have a blog (although there are certain people that make me feel better about it). I feel it comes with a certain stereotype, like oooooooh… you’re a blogger. I feel a little like a nineties college geek who blogs about everything he does. This was confirmed recently by my friend Colin. I said I was going to give him a preview of what might be appearing on my blog in about a month and he would see it then, then I revised that statement because I realized he didn’t know about my blog. I then offered to tell him about it but he declined, telling me that he isn’t really the type of person that follows blogs. This was enough for me (luckily for you, despite all of this, I will continue to post). This is also the reason I don’t use twitter. I feel like twitter is blogging on speed, crack, and any other drug you can think of. In other words… it’s really stupid.

Movies and Books

I think if we (the humans of earth) made movies of the lives of ordinary people, we could have several new blockbuster movies. I think, under the right direction, people can have extremely interesting stories to tell. We don’t realize how interesting our own lives can be when shown in the right way. For example, my friend Jackie (who is not an ordinary human, she is more than that (or so she has informed me)) described to me (and a couple other people) her epic fight with death by dehydration and it got me thinking, she could have a movie made about her. I’m not saying we would include every second of people’s live in their movies (like The Truman Show) but if it was put together correctly, I think a lot of people would have very interesting life stories. The best part is, not only would we be able to learn from other people’s mistakes, but there would such a large variety of genres. For example, somebody who has a lot of sexual partners would have their movie as a porno.

I think authors get too much credit for their books, and other works of writing. It is my belief that they write their books with absolutely no intention of symbolism or further meaning. The teachers of the world have made up all of the symbols that we find in books. They find deeper meaning when in fact there is none there. (I would also like to point out that my brother and sister (Ryan and Erin) agree with me that all this symbolism crap is totally bunk. Furthermore, Erin would like to say that poetry in particular has been too deeply interpreted).

Holiday Lights

As much as I love them, holiday lights are an abomination. The lights, while festive and entertaining, are dangerous. While I was a young child, my family would sometimes go out into the world to view the houses of the families that were a little more enthusiastic than my own. I always enjoyed seeing the lights. As I got older, I began to have to put up the lights, and it gave me an even greater appreciation for the lights that I saw all around. Back to the point though… holiday lights are dangerous. While driving the other day, I was paying attention to the road, when all of the sudden BOOM! A bright flash of light appeared to my left. Somebody’s lights were flashing distracting me from the road. Ergo: holiday lights are dangerous, possibly one of the most beautifully dangerous things I’ve ever seen.

Scary Stairs

Stairs are one of the scariest things on earth. I don’t mean they’re scary for old people, small people, children, or the walking impaired, I mean they’re scary for everybody. Next time you’re walking up stairs, look at how little material there is actually supporting you. It’s probably not more than a foot. I was walking up some stairs the other day (which is one of the most useless things you’ll ever hear. It wasn’t today, so it was any other day in existence, that really narrows it down. The reason I’m saying the other day is because at the time I’m writing this, it happened yesterday, but at the time that you read this, it will not have been yesterday and I didn’t think that the date was very important so I said the other day) and I looked at the side and it was really thin and it was only attached to the wall. I was half convinced that the stairs would collapse despite the fact that I’ve walked on them many times. I think I prefer the elevator. (I’ll include a scale drawing to further your knowledge of what I’m talking about).

Sorry it's such a bad image, all you need to know is the narrowest part of the stair is about as long as your longest finger (or mine at least).

I Think...

I don’t mean to get all philosophical, but I think there are some sayings that are just created to help people live. I’m talking about phrases that make you think, wow… that’s deep, that really makes sense… like it’s not the end result that matters, it’s how you get there. I’m not saying this isn’t true, but I am saying it helps people get through their lives. I was just watching a movie called Donnie Brasco. In this movie, there are two main characters, portrayed by Johnny Depp and Al Pacino. Al Pacino is filmed in a way such that he seems like a good guy, but in reality (moviality, in the movie), he is a mobster. In the end of the movie (it is up to interpretation, so I’m not actually giving anything away) something bad happens to him, but since we’ve watched the entire movie learning to love Al Pacino, we are forced to come up with a reason something bad happens. I think that a lot of sayings were created because of this.

The terms I think, I believe, and in my opinion, are completely unnecessary. If you’re saying it, it’s implied that you think it. There is no need to say the obvious. You wouldn’t say pass me the orange carrots or I’d like some alcoholic rum, so why would you say I think that sharks are the best animals (sharks are pretty great though). It would be one thing to say, it’s a scientifically proven fact that sharks are the best animals, but otherwise, it’s just an opinion. The only time that you need to specify is when it isn’t your opinion. That said, I won’t stop using these terms.

People Cards and Being Thoughtless

While I was talking to my friend Peter, I got this idea. I think it would be cool if people had stats, like on baseball cards, or like the sims. Nothing revealing or embarrassing like how many sexual partners somebody has had, but interesting stuff like vocabulary, spelling, and memory. So everybody would have their own life cards and you could hand them out. Or right before you get married, you play a game to see how well you know your fiancée or something like that. Nothing creepy, just little interesting facts.

It’s amazing, I never realized how much classes helped me think until I stopped attending them. I don’t mean they help me think about class, but when I get bored, I begin to think random thoughts. Many of the things that I have written for you to read are a result of my mind wandering and coming up with thoughts. Now that classes are over, I feel like I think a lot less. It’s a little depressing. Also, now that I've gotten a couple people that I hang out with a lot, I've stopped writing down my thoughts and just started expelling them to the people around me which results in me writing much much much less. I'll try and turn that around.

Montana Review

I knew it was only a matter of time before my cousin asked me to review music, specifically a song, seeing as music is such a big part of his life. However, music is not a grand part of my life. In fact, I only started to get any use of my iPod for music since the end of January, which made me think that I should start to learn music very quickly. I started to think about how to listen to a song and what to do to appreciate a song for everything that it is, even if you don’t enjoy the music. The only real conclusion I came to was this: you need to listen to a song at least twice to fully understand it, if not three times. The first time you can brief over the song to figure out what to listen for next time you hear it. Then listen to it again and listen to the lyrics and understand the words and what they mean. Then listen to it one final time and listen to the music and the lyrics together and see how everything meshes together. If there are no lyrics, you need to listen to it the second and third time to understand the music because there is a lot going on with the music. Listen closely. With that in mind I sat down and prepared to listen to the song Montana by Frank Zappa and The Mothers.

I actually listened to this particular song four times in a row to better understand it. The first thing I heard was brass instruments blaring out into the world. It made me think of the beginning of spring, how the whole world is waking up from it slumber, or the announcing of a king, coming out to talk to his people. Then you hear a deep soothing voice talking to you. If you make a song, it is a very bold statement to speak your lyrics. Songs are a place for words to be sung. Anybody can talk with music behind them, so the music being played has to compensate for the lack of creativity of the words. The music has to match up with the words and embellish them and create a magical sense of its own all at the same time. It’s very difficult to pull off well, but this song does it. As I was listening, I tried to listen to the music behind the words, to block the words out and just listen to the music, but I couldn’t. The way it’s put together, I kept slipping of the music onto the words. It was all so smooth and it fit together so well, I couldn’t hear anything but everything. It was sort of like sledding, you have to fight so hard to go up the hill when it’s so much easier to go down, except in the song, I didn’t have to keep going back uphill. Then as quickly as it started, it was over. Despite the fact that it was a six and a half minute song, it seemed less.

I listened again. The second time through, I noticed all the same things, and then a few more. I realized that part of the reason I was forced to pay attention to the lyrics was the dynamics. They do a great job with dynamics. As soon as lyrics come in the song, everything else quiets down and the spotlight is on the words being spoken. The words themselves are strange though. From what I understand, it is a song about a man moving to Montana to raise dental floss to sell to the people in big cities. I won’t read into it any more than that because I’m terrible at English and I think the whole second meaning thing is b.s. but you can take of this what you will. Then the song progresses and it’s a little of a cat and mouse game with the music and the lyrics. It reminds me of the game red light green light, one starts, then stops and the other starts, but at the same time the transitions between the two are seamless, and I figured out why. They use their voices as instruments right at the borders and begin to sing at times, but other times just make noises. It works perfectly. Then when we get to the music, there’s a killer guitar solo, but I don’t feel qualified to pass judgment on what I thought was a work of art. When it’s all put together, I would say this song would be great for, but is not limited to, a pothead who just wanted to chill out, listen to music, and watch TV or play some videogames quietly, most likely in a small group (four people tops, ideally two or three) or by themselves.

Like I said earlier, I’m not much of a music buff, so I didn’t remember ever hearing music by Frank Zappa, much less the song Montana, so I tried to prepare to evaluate music. Little did I know how well my cousin thought this out. I began to listen and realized very quickly that I had heard this song before. At first, I thought I had heard it at a party my parents had at our house in Wilmette, but a little farther on, a thought struck me. This song brought me back to the summer nights in my cottage with my family. When I was about ten, I remember (faintly, my memory is selectively good) nights when my parents and aunts and uncle would just party, drink, play music, and dance by the fire. I could be found doing any number of things, but I would be somewhere with some member of my family (brother, sister, mom, dad, cousin, aunt, uncle, or any combination of them) having fun without a care in the world. This song really brings back memories of my cottage, the most carefree place I know. And this isn’t the typical cottage; it isn’t some rich boy’s fancy lake house, it’s a cabin in the woods barely big enough to fit everybody made up of bedrooms, bathrooms and one big living space. It’s a place to retreat to if the world is bringing you down. It’s a place to be free. Of course there is always work to be done while you’re there, but that’s part of the fun. This song reminds me of those nights, when I would hear Celebration, One Headlight, and Montana and know that it was just a time to relax, eat s’mores, and have fun.

Feeling Bad (about Shoes and the Homeless)

I have begun to realize the more you give to homeless people, the more you want to give to homeless people and the worse you feel when you don’t give to the homeless people. For example, let’s say you give a guy your leftovers some time. And then you do it again. Soon enough it becomes sort of a regular habit… you go out, your get leftovers, and you give them to a random homeless guy on the street. But one night, after you’ve already given away your leftovers, you see another homeless guy. What can you do? It’s not like this guy is any less deserving… you want to give him something, but all you have on you are credit cards and that one Benjamin ($100 bill for those of you who don’t know (I don’t have any, I saw it on Slumdog Millionaire)) and you can’t give him the money (that’s a lot of money and he’s homeless… we’re all skeptical) plus you’re already late for the show. Now you feel bad don’t you… and while we’re on the topic of homeless people, I see a lot less homeless women than men… good job ladies!

I have, unfortunately, begun to pick up on this otherworldly obsession with shoes most people seem to have. People can never have enough shoes. It’s the one thing we can always make an excuse to have more of. I once knew a kid who had three of the same pair of shoes (in his defense, he liked them). Now, personally, I’ve never been a shoe kind of guy… but now I’m beginning to catch the bug. This is coming from a guy who thought he didn’t need new shoes when there was a fist-sized hole in the bottom of a pair of his shoes (after I got new shoes, I still kept the ones with the holes in them… in fact, I do that for all my shoes, even the ones that are too small). I think it’s inevitable, some time in our lives, we will all begin to crave that insatiable hunger for new shoes.

American Movie Review

My cousin Bob thought it would be a fun idea if I did some reviews. Coincedentally, I happened to agree with him. So he gives me something to review and I review it and post it on my blog. If you'd like to know more about the process, ask me (or him), or see my blog post entitled "Think About It" posted on 12/12/09. Here is my review. Sorry it's so long.

My cousin suggested that my first review be about movie called American Movie. He described the movie as, “a documentary about a guy who lives at home with his parents in Wisconsin and makes horror movies” (I don’t know how to cite this… Bob wrote it). The first thing that I noticed was that it was a documentary. I’m not really a documentary kind of guy; I like more mainstream high gross films. I typically watch top box office films like Indiana Jones or Pirates of the Caribbean, so I wasn’t very excited about the movie. The next thing that I noticed was that the guy was from Wisconsin. Since I’m fairly self centered, I thought my cousin chose this movie because the guy lived in Wisconsin and I go to school in Wisconsin. The last thing that I took from the one sentence I knew about the movie was that the guy lived with his parents and made horror movies. At this point in time, I guessed he was a total loser. This all went through my head in the short time it took me to read what Bob had told about the film.

The next thing I thought was that I had to take this all with a grain of salt. Knowing Bob, I knew he had a fairly sophisticated and educated tasted in movies. I know he’s seen a lot more movies than I have, and I think he has seen a lot more non main stream films than I have; so I thought that I shouldn’t be so quick to judge. So I took a step back and tried not to make judgments so quickly. When I went to get the movie I was forced to further evaluate the film. I looked for it in the documentary and horror sections of the store but I couldn’t find it. I had to get help finding it and it turned out to be in the comedy section of the store. This completely rearranged what I thought and helped me to have some hope for the movie (I don’t like documentaries but I do like comedies).

With this basic preconception I began to watch the movie. In the first couple of seconds, I had already come to think of the main character, Mark Borchardt, as a total loser and geek. As the film progressed, I realized that to a certain extent, I was right, but at the same time I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. My view of Mark constantly changed throughout the entire film. He went from a burnout loser to a excited and motivated filmmaker to a army renegade to a high school dropout druggie to a former druggie to a total hick rube to a charismatic motivated filmmaker again. He was basically a horse of a different color, constantly changing so that you could never fully form a picture of who he actually was, but if you looked hard enough, you could see exactly what you were looking for, you saw him as who you wanted him to be. For me, that turned out to be a great guy. He is the protagonist and I personally wanted him to win in the end and I was able to see him as a winner because of his personality, no matter what the outcome of the movie.

Knowing this, I can assure you this movie isn’t for everybody. In my opinion, American Movie is the perfect movie for community college students who have an education, a job, and their dreams to juggle all at the same time who just decided to take a night to themselves to relax and remember why and aspiring independent film makers. However it isn’t exclusive to them, a lot of people would enjoy seeing this.Here’s the kicker of the entire thing, my favorite part of the movie was the back and forth between Mark and his uncle, Bill Borchardt. Bill was the financial backing for Mark’s movie, but the entire time he was pessimistic about what would come of the movie and his money. It plays great contrast to Mark who was persistent in completing his movie, no matter what mood he was in (Mark wasn’t always happy, but he drove himself, no matter what his mood was, to finish his film and make it great). The back and forth banter between the two of them is the cherry on top of the ice cream if you ask me. It’s great because Mark brings such energy and Bill drains the energy of a room, but makes you laugh at the same time, and Mark is the perfect person to fit with Bill. Also, the way they’re put together, it just makes me think the entire time, don’t die Bill, don’t die (Bill looks really really old). The other thing that began to creep up in my mind while I was watching the movie was that I would like to see the final product. The father into the movie I got, the more I thought to myself, I’d like to see Coven (the name of one of Mark’s movies, pronounced cove-(rhymes with love)-en). I really want to buy Coven now and watch it right away. So if you do decide to watch American Movie, remember, it’s better than the average documentary, look for the back and forth between Bill and Mark, and prepare yourself and buy Coven because you’re going to want to see that immediately afterwards, plus you’ll be helping the cause (Mark Borchardt).

Cold Weather

I always have a hard time trying to think of a title for each of my posts. There is never a unifying theme through my many thoughts so I never have a title that covers everything I'm talking about. If anybody could help me in the future, or if you have a suggestion for me, let me know...

I am beginning to hate the snow. It’s awful. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it is true. I grew up in Chicago where I felt like it never snowed and there was never enough snow on the ground and now I say this. The reason I hate the snow is what makes me feel like I can say this. I don’t hate snow because it’s cold or because it’s wet or because it’s slippery or because it can impair vision. I hate it because it makes people put salt and sand on the sidewalks. The sand gets my pants all dirty and gets in my shoes and contrary to its purpose, make the ground more slippery for me. Aside from the salt and sand, I love snow.

Now that I’m in college, I sleep a lot. Actually, I probably sleep the same amount, just at different times… I sleep less at night, but I take way more naps. A typical day might look like this: 12 am- start homework, 1 am- go to sleep, 7 am- wake up and go to class, 9 am- come back and take a nap, 9:30 am- wake up and go to class, 11 am- come back, finish my homework, and take a nap, 11:45 am- wake up and go to class, 1 pm- come back and take a nap, 9 pm- wake up and do nothing, 12 am- start homework. As this was going on the other day, I felt really tired. I got in bed to take a nap at about 4 pm and woke up at 6 pm still feeling really tired. That got me thinking, what if I go to sleep and don’t wake up before the night… I’ll just end up sleeping until 11 the next morning. But what if I don’t wake up then… what if I don’t ever wake up again? I might not be taking so many naps anymore…

Chicago is the fourth coldest city in the U.S. according to the weather channel.

Beware the site Blogger. I started my blog (actually my brother and sisters did) on it and thought, there are probably a lot of other blogs like mine that are just about stupid everyday stuff. I was wrong. It is full of blogs about families. Almost every other blog I saw was about Joe Schmoe’s family. Some people have absolutely no life at all… oh wait that’s me.

Return of the Blog (it has nothing to do with Star Wars... Sorry)

I get really sick of superlatives and comparatives that are difficult to figure out. Certain things are really easy, but others just annoy me. For example, I know it’s funnier and more exhausted, but is it more stupid or stupider? That’s why I like to use dumb (I know it’s dumberer) but dumb isn’t PC. Dumb actually refers to people who can’t talk, it’s the same as mute. That’s why I think the meaning of dumb should be changed to be the same as stupid.

I would just like to point out how much having a blog sucks. Despite what you may think, it oppresses my creative thought, rather than encouraging it. It prevents me from being able to not be able to think my thoughts. Let me explain, normally, there is no pressure to think my wild thoughts, but now I feel like I have to be on my game 24/7. It also sucks because now I’m that guy with a blog… I feel all douchey on the inside. But like I said earlier… the pressure makes my thoughts suffer… take this one for example.

I think it’s odd how humanses perceive things… you see what you want to see. I don’t have any examples right now but eventually some time it will happen to you, and you’ll have a great moment of realization. Speaking of realization… it’s really fun; you should try it some time. It’s one of the greatest feelings when you forget what you want to say, but then remember it again.

Over the weekend (11/27/09 to 11/28/09) the American people spent $11,000,000,000.

Slam poetry is one of the coolest things ever. Whenever I watch somebody performing slam poetry, or slamming, I’m just awed. I just think, I wish I could do that, especially when they are improv slamming. It’s so impressive. It would be a pretty sweet talent.

Taking a Break

For those of you who are still fans of my blog (mom, Kelly, and Erin) I am going to take a break for a little while. I want some time to be able to think without having to think (I don't want to feel pressure to think) and I don't want my blog to get old or boring. It's kind of like the Disney Vault, except I won't be off for seven years... I think I'll stop at least until I get back to school, which is right around the 19th of January. I'll let you know (and by that, I mean I will let the three people that were previously mentioned know when it gets back on. If you were not mentioned above, and would like to know when I start blogging again, please contact me in some manner before the 19th of January, I can't read minds).

While I Zone Out...

I get bored in my classes a lot and as a result I have nothing to do except not pay attention in my classes. When I’m not paying attention to things I also get bored, and this leaves me with two options: I can start paying attention to class again, but then I’ll just get bored and be stuck in an endless loop, or I can think of something else to do. I do the latter a lot. A couple of the things I’ve done in my class time are think of things to say here, figure out the number of different ways to make a dollar with change, figure out the number of different license plates there can be in the U.S., not including different states, and many, many other dumb things.

On my facebook, I see a lot of ads, as previously mentioned, and a lot of them are for girls. By that I do not mean they are intended for girls, I mean they are about the xx’s. I’m not sure if facebook is trying to tell me something, but they are kind of annoying. I mean I like the xx’s as much as the next guy (assuming it is one of the majority of men that are interested in women) but it just gets annoying. But that’s not the real purpose of this… I was really wondering if girls see ads for men on their facebook pages, or do they see ads about xx’s too… or are there no ads about humans at all?

The Marvels of Space

SPACE! Let me put this into perspective for you, if you were a period in one pt font, as shown here: . then space is really, really big. Get used to it. But how awesome would it be to travel in space. How cool would it be to be an astronaut. While I was at my college advising over the summer, they asked me what I wanted to be… I couldn’t think of anything so I said astronaut, I felt like a child… it was awesome. I have included a 5x and a 40x magnification of a period in one point font for your viewing pleasure.

As we get older, we’re not so much learning as we are becoming more proficient. Take Spanish as an example, you can only learn so many verb conjugations and vocabulary words. The same holds true for English and math and probably a lot of other things that I’m too lazy to think about right now.

I know it’s been a while (and by that I mean a couple of pages, but if you look at the dates, it has been a while, or at least it feels like it has), so I have more facts! There are 293 different ways to make a dollar with a dollar coin, two half dollars, four quarters, ten dimes, twenty nickels, and one hundred pennies.

The largest sum of money you can have without being able to make a dollar exactly is $1.19, that would be three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies. The largest number of coins you can have is ninety nine pennies… duh!

People with narrower eyes (generally of Southeast Asian decent) can sleep, or shut their eyes in classes easier than other humans. There is a catch though; the teacher can be around people with narrow eyes very often. That was not a scientifically proven fact, rather it was more of an observation of the goings on around me. Again, I apologize if it seems like I’m being prejudiced or racist, that is not the intention.

Also, this is directed at my cousin/ cousin in law- Can I put your blog on my list of blogs to read?

Pretending and Candy Canes

Some of the people I know also have blogs. I am beginning to realize a reason that my friends created their blogs. Their blogs (in contrast to mine) seem to be fairly intellectual. They share stories of their life or reflect on things that have happened to them and use the many weapons in the arsenal of their minds such as logic and psychology and whatnot. They go in depth about certain ideas such as technology and self image. If you haven’t already noticed, I don’t do that in my blog. However, if that’s what you would like to read, I could tell you about my friend’s blogs so you can read them.

With the current season in mind (winter/ candy cane season) I’ve decided to discuss the options of the candy cane (in other words, I want your opinion about the serious problem I’m about to propose (which of course means I won’t get any feedback, but that’s beside the point)). I don’t know where to start eating a candy cane. On one side, we have the curve (I’m saying you hold this part, and start at the other end), which is easier to hold, but it’s more difficult to keep your hands clean if it’s the last part you’re eating. On the other side, we have the long straight part. The hook is harder to eat, so you’re starting out bad, but in the long run, it’s easier to keep yourself unsticky.

Pretending is both the funniest thing I know, and the most insulting. It can be funny in a lot of different situations: when person A is pretending and person B doesn’t notice, when person A is pretending and person B does notice but person A doesn’t notice that person B did notice, or when somebody is pretending with the intention of being funny. It’s really insulting when somebody is pretending to you and you notice, but they try to keep up the charade anyways. Get it through your skull, you aren’t fooling anybody… I’m not an idiot. Stop lying to me… I know what’s going on here.