Monday, March 28, 2005

Oh man i see what you mean

just a few days ago a conversation I was involved in in San Diego shifted from pondering the infinite vastness of space and time, as well as the speed of gravity, to this particular blog. My brother happened to mention that while we are on the subject of time and its relativity his posts on the blog can take some time to finally show up. I responded immediately with a very dignified type of snooty response amounting to "ha, well all of my posts go up instantly. so there poopy-head" He then spend several hours sitting on the roof pondering his existence. Well I have to apologize to him and say I was wrong, not all my posts are instantaneous. You may be about to tell why I am wrong be looking below this post (unless I found a cleaver way to remove the extra posts and covertly cover up my flaws (which i just did)). I attempted to post a long entry but the long loading time made me uncomfortable. Being the calm, serine, enlightened and impatient person that I am, I immediately hit the back button and tried several more time. Then I closed firefox, opened up internet explorer and posted again. this time I waited the extra three seconds and I got the "your post has been published message". filled with glee I opened up the blog to realize that not only was my latest entry appearing way more than once, they had pushed out all of den's excellent pic that he posted. Oh the perils of blogging!

Here is something for you to investigate FCC

I was watching a major cable network tonight (I know what your you thinking, “what! Andrew watching TV? Well that just doesn’t add up I mean that is totally out of character for him. What has college done to that boy?” Well no need to worry I was just watching because everyone else was and you should always give in to peer pressure. Anyway, that was a long aside) and there were two commercials in a row that intrigued me. The first had different scenes of landscapes and people with four different captions. “Go Wild. Go Natural. Go Play. Go North.” then we are asked to call for more information on visiting northern Arizona. Because when you think of going wild way up north you think of northern Arizona. Or at least I do, does that make me a bad person? One of the things that intrigued me is that it seems that the famed Arizona tourism board has finally given up on that crap-hole known as southern Arizona. Apparently southern and northern Arizona are so different that they need their own separate commercials. I never knew that. I also did not know that the term “northern Arizona” could be trademarked. That’s right, above the A at the end of Arizona there is a little ™ symbol. I guess that I should send some money to the Arizona tourism board, but I like to live dangerously. The next commercial was trying to get me to visit Canada, and I might have considered it if the commercial had not been full of fallacies and if it had not been for Canada. First off it showed a bunch of people having fun. As we all know, Canadians do not have fun. And when in Rome you must do as the Romans, so by law you will not have fun either. Then there was a scene in what must have been the Florida of Canada because there was only an inch of snow on the ground. On top of this inch of snow, however there was someone dancing up and down and celebrating while wearing what appeared to be cross country skies. With all that grass, dirt and rocks sticking up trough the snow it might have been difficult to ski, and dancing on top of it all would very likely damage the skies. Putting all this aside, however there was still a Canadian dancing on top of very little snow. As we all know Canadian’s emotions are deeply connected to the amount of snow on the ground, which is why they keep living in Canada. The more snow there is the better the Canadians feel, I mean as good as a Canadian can feel anyway. Its sorta like finding pleasure in pain. Finally the commercial ends with a Canadian who can fly and there are a bunch of white balloons around him. Obviously all Canadians can fly but they would never be anywhere near a rubber balloon as all Canadians are allergic to rubber. That is why Canadians never have parties; they would all break out in hives. It’s just ridiculous to think that a Canadian would be flying around a room surrounded by balloons. Now there is something for the FCC to investigate. Come on FCC you are supposed to protect the public from false advertising! Damn canuks.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

The couch master


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Peg in her natural environment...

HALO 2 action


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Real life monster battling Master Chief--scary!!

iKMF


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Keenan loves his iPOD shuffle

Sid wins!!


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Sid gets most improved pianist!!!

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Cat Stevens...ummm...Interesting

I was watching PBS the other night (ok just now, and dont ask why) and there was an oddly dressed man in yellow singing a song while using an insecticide sprayer to blow "banapple gas" in people's faces. thanks to my trusty tivo i found out that that man was Cat Stevens. now i will admit that my exposure to Cat, Mr. Stevens, is limited but i would say that this was a strange video that was like a mucisc video and a concert video combined from the 70's. His hiding inside a movie poster and then spraying passersby’s kinda struck me as a little out there. i would like to see him try that today, he would end up on the FBI's most wanted list. oh wait he already is. That Banapple Gas will do that to you i guess.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Best. Final. EVER. (Oh John Stewart doing comic book guy your so funny)

Today I took an early final in lit, the first final of this quarter. Easiest 10 percent of my grade ever. even easier than the viewing journal for intro to tv. i had to actually write things down in my viewing journal. In this final there were 20 (twenty) multiple choice questions and when he passed out the test it was still warm from the copier and the website address was still on the bottom. that means that he logged onto ilearn and literally just cut and pasted old quiz questions onto a new quiz and printed it out. three of the questions were used twice meaning that the final was actually 17 (seventeen) questions and if you knew the tree duplicates, which i did, then it was like getting extra credit. seriously, best final ever!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Why my post is off by a day you anal retentive foo'

There are those out there who could be wondering why my post is a day late and corrected to match. To those people I would say, calm down you don’t have to look that close at everything. It’s a forest through the trees situation. But for that anal retentive blog reader out there its late because the entire internet went down Tuesday and stayed down until this morning. And once off the network it takes forever to get back on, fast though it might be.

Ha Take That Monday

Today (Tuesday) was a good day. I aced (Aed) my soap opera essay for tv class. Then to celebrate I went to the A&I feed lot (I can’t seem to remember what its actual name is so instead of going with mess or cafeteria I went with cows, not sure why, we should probably ask a psychiatrist) and I had the best meal ever. For dinner tonight (Tuesday) I had Cinnanmen Toast Crunch! What made it so good was that they had this new kind of white, un-carbonated soda to pour on it. Its called Milk, pronounced Meeilk. Its really good, although I think they should try and make a diet milk (meeilk). I am not sure where it comes from but it seems it is everywhere, I mean they sell the stuff by the gallon! Judging from the name I would guess that it’s a Greek soft drink. Although, milk, (pronounced meeilk) sounds like if could be named after Meekolie, which I think is a Russian name. all well I guess all that matters is that there is finally a soda you can put on your cereal besides cow pee. And I am all for that.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

No more math? what! how starnge!

this next quarter will be the first time in 13 years that i have not have some kind of math class and math homework. now that streek come to an end, at least for this quarter and i have to say, whow. that feels weird. i have spent half of my wakeing life in or doing math, and at least 3/4 of my REM sleep dreaming about it. now that it is gone i have to find something to fill up that void. anyone know tight security is at the zoo? no? oh well sometimes it's best not to know, you know?

i demand recognition!

registering for classes tomorrow. there are 9 spots left in a class i have to take next quarter. some people are so greedy. they never think about how important i am to the world. hell without me i never would have stepped on that snail last week. i am directly connected to the decrease in the snail population of the greater Riverside area. And therefore that means i am who must be thanked for stopping the snail revolt of 2005. all they needed was one more snail (the one I crushed) to complete their master plan to overthrow the humans. As a result of the sacrifice brought upon from deep within the sole of my shoe (did you see the pun??) i believe that there should be a statue of me on every square mile of the earth. literally. and all national capitals need a minimum 200 foot statue. i plan on having that bill introduced in the house by the end of the year. write your congressmen (congressperson? (is that a word?)) (((I think it is. replace the unnecessarily sexist congressman with the individuality taking more better and corrector congressperson.)))