Shifting some stuff around, improving some posts, some Thing a Day's will be moved / deleted. I'll list all the changes I make here:
No changes as of yet.
Whoo, massive deleting spree. Will re-post em soon.
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Jul 14, 2009
Jul 1, 2009
I'm Gone
I'm gone guys.. or at least until I find out what kind of internet I'll have access to in Russia. Its off to fluffy to keep this blog alive, even though no one really reads it. Enjoy, and have fun fluffy. :D
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Jun 29, 2009
Looking Forward
What are you looking forward to right now? Are you wishing it was Wednesday so you can go play Halo with your friends? And when that happens, what will you be looking forward to? Friday when you don't have to go to summer school?
Whatever you're looking forward to, whenever you wish it were... how much of life are you actually living?
We live each day, looking forward to the future. Imagine how much more time you would have if you did the things you needed or wanted to do. Instead of Stumbling on the internet, looking at Youtube videos, go and play that game you wanted, or plant that flower that looked nice, or call that girl or friend that you wanted to see for a while.
If on average we spend 3 days looking forward to the next good thing (Late Start, Friday, Weekends), and then only 5 or so hours enjoying them, then you're "living", enjoying life, for 5 hours every 72. That means in your whole life, you'd only enjoy 5 years of that. But fact is, we'll never stop looking forward to things and enjoy what we're doing now... so my plan is, I'll look forward to more things. Read more...
Whatever you're looking forward to, whenever you wish it were... how much of life are you actually living?
We live each day, looking forward to the future. Imagine how much more time you would have if you did the things you needed or wanted to do. Instead of Stumbling on the internet, looking at Youtube videos, go and play that game you wanted, or plant that flower that looked nice, or call that girl or friend that you wanted to see for a while.
If on average we spend 3 days looking forward to the next good thing (Late Start, Friday, Weekends), and then only 5 or so hours enjoying them, then you're "living", enjoying life, for 5 hours every 72. That means in your whole life, you'd only enjoy 5 years of that. But fact is, we'll never stop looking forward to things and enjoy what we're doing now... so my plan is, I'll look forward to more things. Read more...
Jun 28, 2009
Hide, the Plushies are Coming
Something I conjured up quickly, enjoy.
[23:53] russianfool: I'm leaving to Russia soon, sorry
[23:51] boboimtch: would you mind terribly if i gave you a kind of present before you go?
[23:51] boboimtch: it's not a real present
[23:51] boboimtch: you dont get to keep it
[23:51] boboimtch: but...
[23:53] russianfool: D:
[23:53] russianfool: depends on what it is
[23:53] boboimtch: something i've been thinking of doing but never really got around to it
[23:53] boboimtch: so i have a friend
[23:53] boboimtch: and when i went to spain
[23:53] boboimtch: she really wanted to go
[23:54] boboimtch: but couldn't bc she wasn't invited and her parents wouldnt have let her anyway
[23:55] boboimtch: so she gave me this little stuffed animal to take with me... she had one that was exactly the same but bigger...
[23:56] boboimtch: it was kinda like the aminal went for her, bc she couldn't go....
[23:57] russianfool: you wouldn't like it in russia..
[23:57] boboimtch: too cold?
[23:58] russianfool: no.. just not very friendly
[23:58] boboimtch: the cold thing was a joke
[23:59] boboimtch: but would you accept the kinda present?
[23:59] russianfool: how big is it?
[23:59] boboimtch: pretty small
[23:59] boboimtch: and it is very squishable
[00:00] russianfool: how small
[00:00] boboimtch: ummm
[00:01] boboimtch: if you cut the average book in half
[00:02] boboimtch: so the linse are like ----------- down a page
[00:02] boboimtch: it could fit in one of the two easily, and weighs about the same
[00:02] russianfool: ah..
[00:02] russianfool: where did you randomly get this?
[00:02] boboimtch: just did, like I said, a friend suggested it to me
[00:02] boboimtch: and it is sitting right next to me, I can come give it to you right now
[00:04] russianfool: alright I guess, no harm in taking it with me, for you :)
===News Flash===
Flight A203 of Aeroflot airlines to Moscow suffered an explosion while midflight above the Atlantic Ocean. There are no survivors, only bodies and debris has been recovered. Analysts are now working on the black box and the only other thing that survived the crash, a small digital camera. We don't know wether the second will aid in the investigation at all, as the images do not show anything suspicious. All they are is a teenage boy posing in the airplane seat with a plush panda, which also seems to be a clock as one of its eyes reads 5:42. Read more...
[23:53] russianfool: I'm leaving to Russia soon, sorry
[23:51] boboimtch: would you mind terribly if i gave you a kind of present before you go?
[23:51] boboimtch: it's not a real present
[23:51] boboimtch: you dont get to keep it
[23:51] boboimtch: but...
[23:53] russianfool: D:
[23:53] russianfool: depends on what it is
[23:53] boboimtch: something i've been thinking of doing but never really got around to it
[23:53] boboimtch: so i have a friend
[23:53] boboimtch: and when i went to spain
[23:53] boboimtch: she really wanted to go
[23:54] boboimtch: but couldn't bc she wasn't invited and her parents wouldnt have let her anyway
[23:55] boboimtch: so she gave me this little stuffed animal to take with me... she had one that was exactly the same but bigger...
[23:56] boboimtch: it was kinda like the aminal went for her, bc she couldn't go....
[23:57] russianfool: you wouldn't like it in russia..
[23:57] boboimtch: too cold?
[23:58] russianfool: no.. just not very friendly
[23:58] boboimtch: the cold thing was a joke
[23:59] boboimtch: but would you accept the kinda present?
[23:59] russianfool: how big is it?
[23:59] boboimtch: pretty small
[23:59] boboimtch: and it is very squishable
[00:00] russianfool: how small
[00:00] boboimtch: ummm
[00:01] boboimtch: if you cut the average book in half
[00:02] boboimtch: so the linse are like ----------- down a page
[00:02] boboimtch: it could fit in one of the two easily, and weighs about the same
[00:02] russianfool: ah..
[00:02] russianfool: where did you randomly get this?
[00:02] boboimtch: just did, like I said, a friend suggested it to me
[00:02] boboimtch: and it is sitting right next to me, I can come give it to you right now
[00:04] russianfool: alright I guess, no harm in taking it with me, for you :)
===News Flash===
Flight A203 of Aeroflot airlines to Moscow suffered an explosion while midflight above the Atlantic Ocean. There are no survivors, only bodies and debris has been recovered. Analysts are now working on the black box and the only other thing that survived the crash, a small digital camera. We don't know wether the second will aid in the investigation at all, as the images do not show anything suspicious. All they are is a teenage boy posing in the airplane seat with a plush panda, which also seems to be a clock as one of its eyes reads 5:42. Read more...
Jun 27, 2009
FML
Hi, I’m Adam Baum, here today to present my views about a known popular website you all should recognize by now:
"Today, I was sitting in class and I fell asleep during the lesson. I was wearing sweatpants and had an erection. My teacher came up to me and grabbed my penis. She thought it was my phone. FML"
Short. Hilarious. Entertaining. Reassuring. These feelings, within a span of five seconds, contaminate the reader’s brain. No other source of entertainment achieves such an instant and brainless satisfaction in such a short period of time. The site is absolutely and undeniably ingenious. What could be better than knowing someone out there just had this impossibly shitty day? After all, people judge their lives based on comparisons. And if someone else’s day sucked, that made yours good.
However, perhaps the most disturbing and f***ed up part of FML is not the stories itself but the readers who visit the site daily, chuckle to themselves, and stare at the screen to ease their own grievances in their own stupid and insignificant life.
First of all, the stories probably never happened. I could conjure up some random story on how a truck ran through my house and blew up and then I was arrested for committing arson and then post it. And no one would confirm it. These stories are all cleverly designed to make people think, “wow that’s f***ed up”. And yes it is f***ed up, not in the sense that the story is nearly impossible but in the sense that people enjoy reading these things and ignore the more f***ed up things in life.
There are no stories about a skeleton like African girl starving. No stories about someone’s parents arrest for protesting the election in Iran. No stories about the deaths of a person’s loved ones. No stories about the thousands of people dying each day in the slow and painful war in Congo. No stories about deaths, arrests, and the deprivation of basic human rights. No, these are too realistic, too depressing, too f***ed up for our shallow minds to comprehend in our sheltered world with internet access. People simply ignore these problems. People find someone’s terrible imaginary situation in his sheltered world more F***ed than the larger more important and often ignored world problems.
And that, I think, is the most F***ed up thing of all. Read more...
"Today, I was sitting in class and I fell asleep during the lesson. I was wearing sweatpants and had an erection. My teacher came up to me and grabbed my penis. She thought it was my phone. FML"
Short. Hilarious. Entertaining. Reassuring. These feelings, within a span of five seconds, contaminate the reader’s brain. No other source of entertainment achieves such an instant and brainless satisfaction in such a short period of time. The site is absolutely and undeniably ingenious. What could be better than knowing someone out there just had this impossibly shitty day? After all, people judge their lives based on comparisons. And if someone else’s day sucked, that made yours good.
However, perhaps the most disturbing and f***ed up part of FML is not the stories itself but the readers who visit the site daily, chuckle to themselves, and stare at the screen to ease their own grievances in their own stupid and insignificant life.
First of all, the stories probably never happened. I could conjure up some random story on how a truck ran through my house and blew up and then I was arrested for committing arson and then post it. And no one would confirm it. These stories are all cleverly designed to make people think, “wow that’s f***ed up”. And yes it is f***ed up, not in the sense that the story is nearly impossible but in the sense that people enjoy reading these things and ignore the more f***ed up things in life.
There are no stories about a skeleton like African girl starving. No stories about someone’s parents arrest for protesting the election in Iran. No stories about the deaths of a person’s loved ones. No stories about the thousands of people dying each day in the slow and painful war in Congo. No stories about deaths, arrests, and the deprivation of basic human rights. No, these are too realistic, too depressing, too f***ed up for our shallow minds to comprehend in our sheltered world with internet access. People simply ignore these problems. People find someone’s terrible imaginary situation in his sheltered world more F***ed than the larger more important and often ignored world problems.
And that, I think, is the most F***ed up thing of all. Read more...
Succeed in Life, Kill Yourself
I know 2 of my posts lately have been about suicide... but really, I'm not going to do anything stupid. Read on, and find out why suicide is a valid way to succeed in life (not that I endorse it, really, please don't kill yourself).
Success is inherently a qualitative thing. We can try to judge it by looking at numerous quantities, such as the amount of money, the number of cars, and the number of hot sexy wives, but all of these things just mean you are successful financially, and not necessaraly emotionally or physically. Even the richest can have heart problems, and they are by no means spared the troubles of life or the danger of various phychological disorders.
However, I think I have come up with a way to quantify success. Success financially means nothing if you are not happy, therefore only emotional success means something. Using this as a basis, we can then quantify success as the happiness factor (ranging from o to 10, 10 being the most awesome) multiplied by the duration of the happiness period in hours. But a persons happiness does not only depend on how much they succeed, it also depends on how much they fail. Therefore, we must also find the fail by taking the unhappiness factor (ranging from 0 to 10 where 10 is the worst), multiplied by the time in hours that this unhappiness lasted. This gives us the fail that a person has experienced. Once this whole thing has been calculated for the entire lifetime of a person (I suggest a journal if you're going to keep track, its sometimes hard to recall all of the events that had happened), you divide the total success by the total failure and you get the success ratio.
This ratio is how happy the person in question is. If its greater than one, then you are happier, and the greater it gets the better. the closer to 0 the worse off you are.
Now, how does all of this have to do with suicide? Well, let me explain. A child experiences emotions much stronger than most adults. They are eigther the best, or the worst, and children are much happier than adults since they do not have to deal with things like affairs, love, and other random things that generally make people unhappy. Therefore, if you kill yourself early in life, say, before you are 12 (before puberty is optimal since you are not bothered with the opposite sex), your success ratio is much higher than it would have been if you went through the miserable stages of life.
Not that I think suicide is smart.
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Success is inherently a qualitative thing. We can try to judge it by looking at numerous quantities, such as the amount of money, the number of cars, and the number of hot sexy wives, but all of these things just mean you are successful financially, and not necessaraly emotionally or physically. Even the richest can have heart problems, and they are by no means spared the troubles of life or the danger of various phychological disorders.
However, I think I have come up with a way to quantify success. Success financially means nothing if you are not happy, therefore only emotional success means something. Using this as a basis, we can then quantify success as the happiness factor (ranging from o to 10, 10 being the most awesome) multiplied by the duration of the happiness period in hours. But a persons happiness does not only depend on how much they succeed, it also depends on how much they fail. Therefore, we must also find the fail by taking the unhappiness factor (ranging from 0 to 10 where 10 is the worst), multiplied by the time in hours that this unhappiness lasted. This gives us the fail that a person has experienced. Once this whole thing has been calculated for the entire lifetime of a person (I suggest a journal if you're going to keep track, its sometimes hard to recall all of the events that had happened), you divide the total success by the total failure and you get the success ratio.
This ratio is how happy the person in question is. If its greater than one, then you are happier, and the greater it gets the better. the closer to 0 the worse off you are.
Now, how does all of this have to do with suicide? Well, let me explain. A child experiences emotions much stronger than most adults. They are eigther the best, or the worst, and children are much happier than adults since they do not have to deal with things like affairs, love, and other random things that generally make people unhappy. Therefore, if you kill yourself early in life, say, before you are 12 (before puberty is optimal since you are not bothered with the opposite sex), your success ratio is much higher than it would have been if you went through the miserable stages of life.
Not that I think suicide is smart.
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Jun 26, 2009
Suicide
Suicide is no joke, and this post is in no way trying to make fun of the people that suffer from depression and have/have tried to commit suicide.
As I stood next to waterfalls, next to giant rock cliffs, and on top of Half Dome, I imagined myself falling down, jumping off, taking the leap of death. It would be so easy, so fun, so quick, and I would die and almost no one would care about me. I would never commit suicide, yet the thought seemed so fun, and I found myself thinking about doing it, and had to edge away before I lost my mind (seriously, I'd never commit suicide. In other news, "Suicide is a Legitimate Way to Succeed in Life" will come soon (: ). So, without further ado, 5 fun ways to commit suicide.
5. Jumping off of Half Dome in Yosemite.
Pros
With more than 500 people passing through here everyday, it will be both showy and well known. The free fall would last some time, and you will experience the joys of flying before being crushed into a pulp by the force of your body hitting the rocks down below. You will also get to join the small number of people who have fallen off of Half Dome. Guaranteed death.
Cons
You have to hike far, and there aren't enough explosions, manliness, and testosterone involved. It could be much better. [fluffy: You would also shit your pants on the way down.]
4. Commit seppuku in Times Square
Pros
Showy, flashy, and almost guarantees death. Seriously, there is only so much a doctor can repair. A much manlier way to rage quit. Much more manlier and awesome way to rage quit.
Cons
Not as nice scenery, not enough explosion, and sword needed.
3. Explosion while in a balloon lifted lawn chair.
Pros
Fucking awesome.
Cons
Needs a little bit of preparation, and you will get fined should you survive.
2. Reenact the slicing laser/wire scene.
Pros
This has been done in a bunch of movies. Person goes into room, doors close, lasers/wires activate, and soon the person in a bunch of cube shaped steaks. Fun, innovative, and sure to shock the onlookers as your body slides apart into steaks at the lines.
Cons
Too much work to prepare.
1. Explosion while jumping from airplane.
This one might seem like number 3, but let me explain. What you do, is you eat explosives in condom balloons, so that your intestines don't digest or ruin them, then jump out of an airplane and blow yourself up over a town while below a sound van is playing its raining men. And then it is raining men.
Pros
So awesome that words can't describe. Condoms, explosives, and manliness, not to mention the music makes it funny for some. It'll take a while for everyone to scrape your body off of everywhere in the city, and this guarantees death, even if the explosives fail, you still plummet to your death and the music looses none of its hilariousness.
Cons
Will take a while to prepare, but so, so, worth it.
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As I stood next to waterfalls, next to giant rock cliffs, and on top of Half Dome, I imagined myself falling down, jumping off, taking the leap of death. It would be so easy, so fun, so quick, and I would die and almost no one would care about me. I would never commit suicide, yet the thought seemed so fun, and I found myself thinking about doing it, and had to edge away before I lost my mind (seriously, I'd never commit suicide. In other news, "Suicide is a Legitimate Way to Succeed in Life" will come soon (: ). So, without further ado, 5 fun ways to commit suicide.
5. Jumping off of Half Dome in Yosemite.
Pros
With more than 500 people passing through here everyday, it will be both showy and well known. The free fall would last some time, and you will experience the joys of flying before being crushed into a pulp by the force of your body hitting the rocks down below. You will also get to join the small number of people who have fallen off of Half Dome. Guaranteed death.
Cons
You have to hike far, and there aren't enough explosions, manliness, and testosterone involved. It could be much better. [fluffy: You would also shit your pants on the way down.]
4. Commit seppuku in Times Square
Pros
Showy, flashy, and almost guarantees death. Seriously, there is only so much a doctor can repair. A much manlier way to rage quit. Much more manlier and awesome way to rage quit.
Cons
Not as nice scenery, not enough explosion, and sword needed.
3. Explosion while in a balloon lifted lawn chair.
Pros
Fucking awesome.
Cons
Needs a little bit of preparation, and you will get fined should you survive.
2. Reenact the slicing laser/wire scene.
Pros
This has been done in a bunch of movies. Person goes into room, doors close, lasers/wires activate, and soon the person in a bunch of cube shaped steaks. Fun, innovative, and sure to shock the onlookers as your body slides apart into steaks at the lines.
Cons
Too much work to prepare.
1. Explosion while jumping from airplane.
This one might seem like number 3, but let me explain. What you do, is you eat explosives in condom balloons, so that your intestines don't digest or ruin them, then jump out of an airplane and blow yourself up over a town while below a sound van is playing its raining men. And then it is raining men.
Pros
So awesome that words can't describe. Condoms, explosives, and manliness, not to mention the music makes it funny for some. It'll take a while for everyone to scrape your body off of everywhere in the city, and this guarantees death, even if the explosives fail, you still plummet to your death and the music looses none of its hilariousness.
Cons
Will take a while to prepare, but so, so, worth it.
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I'm back
As I strode out of my tent, wearing nothing but shorts, I didn't bother to even slip on a T-shirt. My mission was simple, go to the bathroom and get back. Already I could hear the females in the bushes, ready and waiting for me, ready to suck the warm juices rushing from my body when they touches me in ways only they could. I rushed to the nearest tree, and they sprung on my from the bushes and trees. A couple of well placed slaps cleared enough room for me to run to the next tree, far enough from the tent to take a leak. But already they were getting close again. I smacked a couple away, trying to get them away from my crotch as I pulled down my pants. It was hard keeping the onslaught at bay with one hand, and I helped how I could with the other while still getting what I could done here. Soon, the job was done, and I rushed back to the tent, away from the females that wanted to guzzle my juices.
Fucking moquitoes :(
Anyway, I'm back, although partially eaten. But not by zombies. Mosquitoes.
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Fucking moquitoes :(
Anyway, I'm back, although partially eaten. But not by zombies. Mosquitoes.
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Jun 20, 2009
Captain's Log 1
The first thought that crossed my mind when I woke up was what the hell did I drink last night? Normally, the amount would be the problem, and that's only if I drank almost enough to kill me. But that wasn't it today, since I didn't have nearly as much as I normally do last night. The quality of the drinks is very noticeable at times like this. It felt like I didn't drink the shoddy tequila some idiot brought last night, just got bludgeoned in the head with a bottle.
Still, the headache was nothing compared to the nausea, which could only be quelled with copious amounts of water, and the need for water forced me to get up. I crawled up the nearby wall, only to realize that this wasn't my house.
In fact, it wasn't a house at all. Further investigation in the form of slowly rotating my head (I wasn't capable of much more) revealed that I was in a small dark room with what looked like a car. At the far end, there was a closed steel garage door, taking up the whole side of the room. In my search for whater, I ignored it: in my experience, water is easier found indoors. On a side wall, there was an array of displays, but my stomach gave yet another heave and I hurried from the room through the only other door that I could find.
My first instinct was to find the owners of the "house", and, if possible, get out without them knowing that I was here. Since I didn't remember how I got here, it was quite possible that they won't like seeing me here.
The door from the garage led to a hallway, that had another couple of doors in them. They were all unlocked. Quick inspections of two of the doors revealed bedrooms, which didn't have the owners in them, and I stumbled back into the corridor and went to the 3rd identical door. Behind this was what looked like a bathroom, with a strange contraption where the toilet would normally be. I dismissed this as a quirk of the owners, and ran to the holy grail of my quest through this mysterious "house". The icy cold water made my head clearer, and the nausea retreated to a manageble distance, so I could at least walk without being afraid to spill whatever was left in my stomach.
I went back to the corridor and through the last door. The room was semi circular, filled with monitors, buttons, and lights, with chairs situated at various parts of the room.
And then I shit my pants. What I thought was a solid semicircle of wall on the other side of the room suddenly became transparent. now it looked like there was nothing there at all, and on the other side... was a sun. Not the Earth sun, this one was glowing white and was closer, like the types of images that the Hubble produces. I must be on a spaceship.
A cool voice announced, "This is the onboard AI Millinery, its a pleasure to meet you captain Ross, welcome aboard."
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Still, the headache was nothing compared to the nausea, which could only be quelled with copious amounts of water, and the need for water forced me to get up. I crawled up the nearby wall, only to realize that this wasn't my house.
In fact, it wasn't a house at all. Further investigation in the form of slowly rotating my head (I wasn't capable of much more) revealed that I was in a small dark room with what looked like a car. At the far end, there was a closed steel garage door, taking up the whole side of the room. In my search for whater, I ignored it: in my experience, water is easier found indoors. On a side wall, there was an array of displays, but my stomach gave yet another heave and I hurried from the room through the only other door that I could find.
My first instinct was to find the owners of the "house", and, if possible, get out without them knowing that I was here. Since I didn't remember how I got here, it was quite possible that they won't like seeing me here.
The door from the garage led to a hallway, that had another couple of doors in them. They were all unlocked. Quick inspections of two of the doors revealed bedrooms, which didn't have the owners in them, and I stumbled back into the corridor and went to the 3rd identical door. Behind this was what looked like a bathroom, with a strange contraption where the toilet would normally be. I dismissed this as a quirk of the owners, and ran to the holy grail of my quest through this mysterious "house". The icy cold water made my head clearer, and the nausea retreated to a manageble distance, so I could at least walk without being afraid to spill whatever was left in my stomach.
I went back to the corridor and through the last door. The room was semi circular, filled with monitors, buttons, and lights, with chairs situated at various parts of the room.
And then I shit my pants. What I thought was a solid semicircle of wall on the other side of the room suddenly became transparent. now it looked like there was nothing there at all, and on the other side... was a sun. Not the Earth sun, this one was glowing white and was closer, like the types of images that the Hubble produces. I must be on a spaceship.
A cool voice announced, "This is the onboard AI Millinery, its a pleasure to meet you captain Ross, welcome aboard."
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Jun 19, 2009
Story of a Day
So following suit with Fluffy's great idea of starting a story and continuing it little by little each day seems very good to me. So here is my go at it, sorry if it sucks or if I miss a day or two here, its hard since I have tons of stuff to do that gets in the way of me getting to an internet connection (Tahoe, backpacking, Russia, you name it). Hopefully, this blog will still have 1 post per day, and I'll try to prepare some posts for Fluffy when I go to Russia so if he has nothing to post he can post those :)
On another note, I have had to stop polyphasic, even though it seemed to have been working fine and the time benefit during the night where I could do anything was quite awesome... it just doesn't fit into the schedule, especially with the backpacking and going to Russia. I am going to resume the sleep schedule and try to make it work with school, but we shall see.
So without further ado, let me start my story. I'm sorry if it turns out to be a pile of crap, but who knows :)
Message of Unknown Origin
Time stamp: corrupted
Subject: Automated distress signal, emergency 00-A4
This is an automated message prerecorded on board the starship Millinery. Transmitted as ordered in the event of an emergency 00-A4.
If you are reading this, it is quite possible that we are all dead. In this event, I must pass on the captain's log and the amazing information they contain. They might not be the most crucial, but I cannot allow us to die unknown. Contained in these logs is the story of the captain of this ship, and everything that has happened. Use it how you will.
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On another note, I have had to stop polyphasic, even though it seemed to have been working fine and the time benefit during the night where I could do anything was quite awesome... it just doesn't fit into the schedule, especially with the backpacking and going to Russia. I am going to resume the sleep schedule and try to make it work with school, but we shall see.
So without further ado, let me start my story. I'm sorry if it turns out to be a pile of crap, but who knows :)
Message of Unknown Origin
Time stamp: corrupted
Subject: Automated distress signal, emergency 00-A4
This is an automated message prerecorded on board the starship Millinery. Transmitted as ordered in the event of an emergency 00-A4.
If you are reading this, it is quite possible that we are all dead. In this event, I must pass on the captain's log and the amazing information they contain. They might not be the most crucial, but I cannot allow us to die unknown. Contained in these logs is the story of the captain of this ship, and everything that has happened. Use it how you will.
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Jun 17, 2009
Sleep is for the weak
Having no good or even decent ideas for an article, I decided to post what the past couple of days have been for me. However, since I have been too lazy/busy/thought it was somewhat pointless to keep an hour by hour log, I'll just share my general observations.
It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Its been 3 days and 2 nights since I last "normally" slept, and I don't feel that bad. The naps do the job of acting as replacements for sleep, but only sometimes. If the nap has dreams (REM sleep), then I wake up refreshed and ready to go. It feels like I had slept for much longer, say, 6 hours or so, and I feel good, like after a good night's sleep. This feeling usually wears off by the next nap time.
However, if there are no dreams, then I wake up groggy, sleepy, and life seems to suck. The feeling subsides after an hour of wake time, but its still not a very happy period. Still, its not that hard to function, and its just hard to stay awake at night.
However, there have been some side effects. Its a bit harder to focus on things since I am sleepier, and I have found that I forget things. Forgot that I had no lunch today (and then went and ate some since I WAS hungry), and also forgot to bring my cellphone when i left the house (which doesn't happen at all nowadays). I can still ride a bike, hang out with friends, but I don't know if my concentration will get worse or better.
Now, the best part. The time at night is awesome :) There is time to do anything you want without it interfering with hanging out with friends (your social life). I made the blog a little bit better, read some books, looked up things online that I needed to look up for a while, and played Star Sonata (did a lot of things there as well). Its pretty awesome, and all you asian kids out there, think of how much you'd be able to study?
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It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Its been 3 days and 2 nights since I last "normally" slept, and I don't feel that bad. The naps do the job of acting as replacements for sleep, but only sometimes. If the nap has dreams (REM sleep), then I wake up refreshed and ready to go. It feels like I had slept for much longer, say, 6 hours or so, and I feel good, like after a good night's sleep. This feeling usually wears off by the next nap time.
However, if there are no dreams, then I wake up groggy, sleepy, and life seems to suck. The feeling subsides after an hour of wake time, but its still not a very happy period. Still, its not that hard to function, and its just hard to stay awake at night.
However, there have been some side effects. Its a bit harder to focus on things since I am sleepier, and I have found that I forget things. Forgot that I had no lunch today (and then went and ate some since I WAS hungry), and also forgot to bring my cellphone when i left the house (which doesn't happen at all nowadays). I can still ride a bike, hang out with friends, but I don't know if my concentration will get worse or better.
Now, the best part. The time at night is awesome :) There is time to do anything you want without it interfering with hanging out with friends (your social life). I made the blog a little bit better, read some books, looked up things online that I needed to look up for a while, and played Star Sonata (did a lot of things there as well). Its pretty awesome, and all you asian kids out there, think of how much you'd be able to study?
Read more...
Jun 16, 2009
The Past
Hi everyone, John and James are letting me post here as a guest author apparently, so let me introduce myself. You can call me Richard P. Feynman, aka SpicyChutny (Ed: another anonymous person). Whenever I shake myself out of the stupor of everyday life, and try and write something intelligible, I usually try and jot down some quick, short poetry. Most of my topics relate either to astronomy, life, philosophy, or some other random/thoughtful topic.
So the other day I was studying for my history final. Most people would find this to be mind-numbingly boring, but I like it, I find it interesting.
So anyway, I was going through years at a time. From the heights of the Industrial Revolution to the depths of the Great Depression, from the happiness of the Roaring Twenties to the horrors of World War II. I realized that there was so much in the past, an infinite depth of knowledge, of emotion. So many people, so many different thoughts and beliefs. So many experiences. I could almost hear the sound of a gunfire on those distant beaches in France, could almost see Al Capone drive down the street in his Twenties sedan, could almost feel the sand of the Dust Bowl upon my face. I wrote a little poem about my feelings:
The ghosts of the past come to haunt me,
Telling me of times I can't see.
The ancient past weighing me down like lead,
I shake my head, and go to bed. Read more...
So the other day I was studying for my history final. Most people would find this to be mind-numbingly boring, but I like it, I find it interesting.
So anyway, I was going through years at a time. From the heights of the Industrial Revolution to the depths of the Great Depression, from the happiness of the Roaring Twenties to the horrors of World War II. I realized that there was so much in the past, an infinite depth of knowledge, of emotion. So many people, so many different thoughts and beliefs. So many experiences. I could almost hear the sound of a gunfire on those distant beaches in France, could almost see Al Capone drive down the street in his Twenties sedan, could almost feel the sand of the Dust Bowl upon my face. I wrote a little poem about my feelings:
The ghosts of the past come to haunt me,
Telling me of times I can't see.
The ancient past weighing me down like lead,
I shake my head, and go to bed. Read more...
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