Thursday, February 28, 2008

Dokken is an OK band.

Hm. Today I guess I had fun. Doing what, Heaven knows. But still, I feel that I must have accomplished something today. I think I slept through homeroom. I know I pwn'd in French. I know my eyes are watering now. Darn, I'm tired.

I didn't have to go to my sister's class play (I actually DID want to go, imagine that) because I had to do my AP US History homework. So I spent several hours with Microsoft Word and Wikipedia learning about the Hawley-Smoot Act (yeah, funny name, but apparently it was referenced in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I guess I don't remember it because I was too busy laughing at the analogous scene in WarGames. Good times.), which was apparently greatly responsible for the Depression. That reflects badly on my home sate of Utah, which I believe was the home state of Smoot (Senator, R). Now I could care less about Oregon, the home state of Hawley (Representative, I thinks he's an R too). I mean, who needs Oregon? It's a flippin' British colony, for goodness sake. It sounds like some sort of herb. Maybe it's oregano, which sounds similar. Maybe it's pot, which I hear gets a lot of mileage on the West Coast. Oregon. I'm going to go try to write a song about Oregon now.

Why is this making me think of teeth? I don't think of teeth a lot. I was reading an old NatGeo (not for the naked people, I don't think there even were any in the issue I was reading. Somewhere in the first half of 1964.) and I saw a Yemeni whitewasher with terrible teeth.

Let's come full circle.

Schlotzsky's Deli. Funny name, serious sandwich. We have pizza too, wethinks. Er, wethunk. What's wrong here?

Hawley-Smoot. Funny name, serious legislation. It'll make your home state seem like a drug, but at least you don't need to brush your teeth after you read it.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Quizzes!

I love these things. They're pretty accurate, if you answer honestly.

OS quiz:







Last time I was TRS-DOS. Looks like things have changed a bit.

File type:







Not too happy with this one. I was an .exe last time.

White and Nerdy quiz:



Wow, I was in the 90's last time. I wonder how I got so "normal" all of a sudden.

Programming Language quiz:








That's true. Odd, though, that I've never even seen a chunk of Prolog source.

Website quiz:













Not true. I think I was Amazon last time.

Nerd quiz:













What else?


Nerd quiz:


NerdTests.com says I'm a Mega-Dorky Nerd God.  What are you?  Click here!


Yup. I was never much of a sci-fi type.

Stupid test:


StupidTester.com says I'm 0% Stupid! How stupid are you? Click Here!


Sweet! 0% stupid!

Computer Geek quiz:


My computer geek score is greater than 100% of all people in the world! How do you compare? Click here to find out!


No surprises there. For real, man.

Zombie Survival quiz:


The Zombie Survival Test -- Create and Take a Fun Test @ NerdTests.com's User Tests!


I think it took off points for my preference of an assault rifle to a shotgun. These jokers apparently haven't seen how good I am with an assault rifle. Accuracy where it counts, firepower when it matters.

Trekkie quiz:


The Trekkie Test -- Create and Take a Fun Test @ NerdTests.com's User Tests!


Sweet. Honestly, I thought I'd do worse. I love Star Trek, but I can't watch it as much as I like because I can't afford the DVDs and it's not on TV anywhere near as often as it used to be.

Money Lover quiz:

71st percentile. I love money, but even I have scruples.

Hmm. That seems to be it. I thought there were more somewhere. If I find them I'll let you know.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Poetry...

Yeah, so teech sez we've gots to write a poem in da style of Whitman or Dickinson. So I sez...
Yeah, keep on talking, kiddo. You're just another brick in the wall. You're gonna go home and get beat within an inch of your life by your fat psychotic wife...

Actually, no. His wife isn't fat or psychotic (as far as I know.) And he is a nice guy. He likes the Red Sox! What can be so bad about a guy who likes the Red Sox?

Well, here's my poem in the style of Whitman.

Mountains

Rolling near and climbing far,
Surmounting seas and dwarfing deserts,
Touching the sky mountains tower over us all.

Standing solid, firm, and insurmountable
They become beacons of strength.

Stones build into a hill,
The hill builds into a ridge,
The ridge becomes a mountain.

On and on the mountains stretch,
Fractal beauty unencumbered by scale.

The solemn giants sleep,
Content to be capped by snow;
They yield to cloud and wind.

Storm, quake and time combine;
They are the only forces that can yoke the beasts.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

VIRUS! CALL DR. KASPERSKY!

I've been out of commission with a cold the last few days. Pretty much I missed two tests, lots of fun, and some lunch. But I got to play XBox, watch TV, surf the Net, and eat cookie dough all day! With permission! Only problem is I'm tired as anything and my throat hurts. And I have to make up a ton of skoolwork.

Maybe if I updated my AVG more often I wouldn't get sick.

(I replaced my guitar strings.)

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Catch my drift?



































This also inaugurates the first comic in my Comic Blog. I told you I'd post something eventually!
Yeah, the first comic is just a computerized version of this. With really bad color.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Pictures!

I'm beginning to run out of subjects. If you have anything that can be photographed, please tell me.

Sorry about the cruddy quality - it's the Internet. Go find my Flickr if you want better versions. I was thinking about having another contest, but I forgot what it was going to be. I'll tell you when I remember.





Sunday, February 17, 2008

SO MUCH TO WRITE

Yeah, I just got back from spending a week in Washington participating in a national security simulation exercise. I played the role of President of the United States!

Pretty much I solved a simulation of possible crises in the Congo arising due to Chinese influence and the regular African war-lording that goes on around there. Plus I got to meet Marsha Blackburn, my Representative. Her intern gave me a personal tour of the tunnels under the House offices and the tunnels under the Capitol, not to mention the Capitol itself.

It was raining when I did that (Tuesday) and I walked around in front of the Capitol for a half-hour or so afterwards. I stood in the sleet on the Grant memorial, looking over the pool at the Washington Monument. It was very touching, contemplating the blood debt created simply to keep the Union whole.

The next day I went to the Lockheed-Martin Fighter Demonstration Center. That's basically their showroom to sell all their fancy new jets to the military. It was SO fancy. They had big touchscreen displays everywhere, along with all the regular trade show exhibit stuff. But that's not really anything. They had simulators of the F-22 and F-35 fighters. If you didn't already know, that was FREAKIN SWEET. AND I got to pilot both of them! That F-35 is totally going to put the United States lightyears ahead of everyone else. The F-22, the current fighter, is pretty kick-tail, but it really is nothing compared to the F-35. In the F-35, when you want to shoot someone down, all you have to do is tap on the touch screen where their blip is. The plane does the rest. Same to bomb runways and whatnot. It's so hardcore. I want one of those for Christmas.

I ate lunch at an Indian place in Chinatown with a buddy of mine, then we went to Starbucks and made ourselves conspicuous by reading The Onion in plain view.

Then I went to the Spy Museum, which quite honestly didn't meet expectations. I did like the tile floor in that one room with the TV and all the James Bond memorabilia though.

I went to the Lincoln Memorial, Korean War memorial, and Vietnam War Memorial. It's pretty hard on some guys. My VP broke down and cried. I'm glad we can remember the sacrifices of over 100,000 men who died in two wars that were lost because of politics.

Ate lunch at Union Station that day. I found a cheap sushi place in the basement and had a platter of sashimi and cucumber rolls for eight bucks, with Haagen-Dazs for dessert.

I went to Arlington National Cemetery. I think I made some people mad because I openly questioned why RFK was buried there if he was never a President, or, to my knowledge, an active member of the Armed Forces. Correct me if I'm wrong.

I enjoyed the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknowns. It's good that we care so much about those who gave life, limb, and name to save liberty.

I went to the Air and Space Museum with another buddy. It's neat to see all the stuff that went into putting a man on the Moon. It makes me want to be an astronaut; one of the only true explorers left, one of the greatest adventurers in the history of mankind.

We tried to go to the Archives, but there was a school group that stretched around the block, so we decided to go to the Arts and Industries museum instead. But it was closed, so we went to the National Museum of African Art. I was enlightened by the experience.

I also went to the FDR memorial. Not the best thing in the world. Not my favorite president in the world. Then I went to the Thomas Jefferson memorial, and after appreciating the great man's words of defiance, pretended to read a Korean newspaper.

I spent like 6 or 7 hours at Ronald Reagan National Airport today acting natural, reading The Appeal by John Grisham, and eating a churro. Goodness, I love those things. Eventually, I was tired of sitting around in Terminal C so I walked the four miles to the observation deck in between Terminal A and C. I read for twenty minutes or so as I watched the sun set, in all the Art-Deco glory of the observation deck. Completed 1940, you know. Then I hiked the 3.2 mile leg to the Terminal A bag-check/ticket counter place and got my boarding pass. Yay, First Class. I really wouldn't mind, though, if they shoved me under the seat or in one of the bins for the whole flight. It's just that I like peanuts and they give out peanuts in First Class.

Yeah, it's like 2100 local time and I'm a little tired.

I can't wait for skool Tuesday. I only told like one person that I was going out of town so I bet there's tons of people who are way off track with why I was gone the whole time.

Eat your heart out, Mrs. Davis. I don't need a chaperon.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

I just made up a new slang word! Can you find it? First to tell me what it means wins!

The other day I was joking with a friend that I oughta buy a t-shirt that says: "I hate your favorite band(s)!"

Now don't take that literally, or as an insult, because I'm listening to Gwen Stefani right now and I know plenty of people like her. It's just that if somebody has studied musicology (I doubt that's the proper term, let's call it music relations) as in-depth as I have (and I know it's not really all that deep, what I've done, but still), they would tend to wonder why people listen to some kinds of music and why some bands claim to belong to a certain genre.

Take, for example, Guns N' Roses. I used to like them. I don't anymore, except for pretty much one song, Mr. Brownstone. Maybe Live and Let Die. I figure it's because of the fact that they get way overplayed. I mean, Sweet Child of Mine did have a pretty neat riff in it, but that doesn't warrant the Fanjungismus it gets.

Then there's the bands that have 100 songs that sound exactly the same. Notably, you have Linkin Park, along with Nickelback and a bunch of other bands. Pretty much most modern bands.

Then we have the awesomest/poserest bands that only know one chord - the Power Chord. Totally 1337 to the xtreem, these bands know how to make more noise than any other, using only that one chord. I'm thinking bands like Green Day, Fallout Boy, &c. that claim to be heirs to the Punk Movement of 1976. Fools, the Clash said that you have to know THREE chords to be a punk band.

Maybe it's just that none of these bands have a keyboardist or an organist. Maybe it's because the lyrics are all crap.

I wish Smash Mouth was still around. Where's the Baha Men when you need them? Why doesn't The Fall get any airtime outside of Janet's Planet? Why did Van Halen have to get that Hagar moron? Why did Scorpions come out with a new, mediocre album? Why do people like Tom Morello so much more than Tom Verlaine? Why do people laugh at Rick Astley? Why do I find Dinosaur Jr. so disappointing?

I just hope I have a Smashing Time when my cousin comes down to London for a week.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Storm (The fury? The eye? The lame excuse for a title?)

The other night we had a "bad storm" here. You know, water vapor, water droplets, jets of plasma shooting down from the sky. Bit of atmospheric pressure displacement too. You know, that newfangled "wind" stuff. It went in a circle in some places. It tore up a mall that I never went to.

I took some pictures! It's hard to get a good shot of lightning. You have to have 1/3200 second exposure and continuous shutter release. Plus you have to be good at actually taking pictures. You know, like artsy. I got some really bad lightning pictures, but it's lightning nonetheless.

Yes, I do believe that the cloud you see is a funnel cloud. I may be wrong though, so don't place any bets.