So even though only two people read this blog (to my knowledge) I've already been criticized by one, Cam. Yes, I wrote that name and didn't also perform the necessary actions to make it a link. And you know what? It felt good... I - I liked it. Why should I go to the trouble to link to someone who disses my blog titling scheme (having not even bothered to note the link between the previous title and the one before that - he could easily have won the random word game). And he just made me use the word 'disses'. As a verb!
But I'm not gonna let that get me down. Today I finished the final step in my co-op education process i.e. Rocking The House. My presentation didn't just go better than I expected, it killed. If everyone wasn't too self-conscious I bet there would have been standing ovations. Take that my sexy physics nemesis - all your good looks and ab muscles didn't help with your mediocre presentation skills did they? Well, maybe they did a little, I know I was pretty distracted. It's just so easy to get lost in those big blue eyes of his... sigh.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Spoon
Okay, quick question
Spoon: one of the best bands ever? or the best band ever?
Can't decide? Go see them in concert. Friggin' amazing.
Anyway, after the startling unsuccess of the previous post I guess I'll have to take things in a new direction again. It reminds me of the random word game Karen and I (but mostly I, in all honesty) invented. Basically the first person thinks of a word and says it, and the second person must think of a random word which is in no way related to the previous word (or words if you've been playing for a while) or to anything you're currently seeing or listening to. If the other person can guess the mental process that went into thinking of your word then you lose. It's basically impossible to lose, I mean the brain isn't a completely random machine but it's pretty darn close. The game always ended when I became too bored to continue with it. Karen just has more stamina I guess. I tried to add a rule where if the other person can come up with a link between words that is at least feasible (within a limited time) even if it's not true then that would be a win condition, but Karen wouldn't go for it. She doesn't like adding new rules to established games no matter how crappy they are.
All of which is to say that it looks like this space is going to be about a different thing each time I post. The only common thread being the earnest, diary-style blogging that I know pisses Cam off so much. Okay two common threads.
Spoon: one of the best bands ever? or the best band ever?
Can't decide? Go see them in concert. Friggin' amazing.
Anyway, after the startling unsuccess of the previous post I guess I'll have to take things in a new direction again. It reminds me of the random word game Karen and I (but mostly I, in all honesty) invented. Basically the first person thinks of a word and says it, and the second person must think of a random word which is in no way related to the previous word (or words if you've been playing for a while) or to anything you're currently seeing or listening to. If the other person can guess the mental process that went into thinking of your word then you lose. It's basically impossible to lose, I mean the brain isn't a completely random machine but it's pretty darn close. The game always ended when I became too bored to continue with it. Karen just has more stamina I guess. I tried to add a rule where if the other person can come up with a link between words that is at least feasible (within a limited time) even if it's not true then that would be a win condition, but Karen wouldn't go for it. She doesn't like adding new rules to established games no matter how crappy they are.
All of which is to say that it looks like this space is going to be about a different thing each time I post. The only common thread being the earnest, diary-style blogging that I know pisses Cam off so much. Okay two common threads.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Dream Theatre
Okay, I did have a really great idea for this post, I came up with it the other night while walking to the overpass with Cam. Unfortunately it shrivelled under the twin suns of decency and hydrogen/helium. You see, when Cam has been drinking and I have been awake for enough hours to passably simulate it 'great' often means criminally tasteless and so bitterly sarcastic as to be considered 'cruel.' After thus building it up it couldn't possibly live up to expectations anyway but feel free to approach me (or possibly Cam, but I make no guarantees) in person for a synopsis of the gag. Check your righteous indignation at the door though, you've been thoroughly warned.
Having given further posts about Cam's blog the old college try I shall now begin with part one of my 434 part series "Better know my subconscious." In today's installment I shall describe two recent dreams I have had.
In the first, I find myself outside a hospital bearing a striking resemblance to a convenience store which was near my house when I was a child. In the dream I know that my girlfriend Karen is terminally ill inside this hospital and am debating on whether I should bust her out so that we can spend her last few days together. Since there is nothing the doctors can do for her in any case I decide to go ahead with it and carry her out to my car. (In the dream I have a car, at least.) As is my habit while driving I begin to sing quietly under my breath. In this case it's the song that begins "'L' is for the way you look at me" but that's the only line I get through because after that I am struggling against crying too hard to continue.
Compare and contrast this (in 500 words or less) with the dream I had the previous night in which Scorpius, Chewbacca and myself must brave the frigid landscape of a partially terraformed Mars in order to avert disaster at Site 2 of the colonization mission.
For any amateur psychologists out there trying to make sense of this I wish you joy of the riddle. I shall end with another reference to our beloved patron Cam, the only person I know whose dreams come ready-made with professional grade camera work, action beats, and jokes worthy of one of the better syndicated television comedies. In case he some day wishes to transform the work of his talented team of writers into something more tangible I shall omit the details but, suffice it to say, it involved Cam fighting a four-foot antagonist in a grocery store with hilarious results.
Next time: more jokes, less secrets.
Having given further posts about Cam's blog the old college try I shall now begin with part one of my 434 part series "Better know my subconscious." In today's installment I shall describe two recent dreams I have had.
In the first, I find myself outside a hospital bearing a striking resemblance to a convenience store which was near my house when I was a child. In the dream I know that my girlfriend Karen is terminally ill inside this hospital and am debating on whether I should bust her out so that we can spend her last few days together. Since there is nothing the doctors can do for her in any case I decide to go ahead with it and carry her out to my car. (In the dream I have a car, at least.) As is my habit while driving I begin to sing quietly under my breath. In this case it's the song that begins "'L' is for the way you look at me" but that's the only line I get through because after that I am struggling against crying too hard to continue.
Compare and contrast this (in 500 words or less) with the dream I had the previous night in which Scorpius, Chewbacca and myself must brave the frigid landscape of a partially terraformed Mars in order to avert disaster at Site 2 of the colonization mission.
For any amateur psychologists out there trying to make sense of this I wish you joy of the riddle. I shall end with another reference to our beloved patron Cam, the only person I know whose dreams come ready-made with professional grade camera work, action beats, and jokes worthy of one of the better syndicated television comedies. In case he some day wishes to transform the work of his talented team of writers into something more tangible I shall omit the details but, suffice it to say, it involved Cam fighting a four-foot antagonist in a grocery store with hilarious results.
Next time: more jokes, less secrets.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
In Which I Completely Destroy the Foundation of This Blog
Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam Sham Cam Cam Cam Cam Cam
In order to show my support for "Now That's Comedy", and to improve its technocrati(sp?) rating, I've decided to link it bunches and bunches of times. Now I haven't actually read what's there today, or any other day this week for that matter, but it's the superficial display that counts. You're welcome.
Since this blog is pretty much entirely devoted to the subject of Cam's blog one might wonder why I haven't read it lately. I figure that anything that was particularly funny I'd have heard already, seeing as how he writes the damn thing about 20 feet from where I'm sitting now. Cam already has a bad habit of forgetting which stories he's told me, I don't think I need written and spoken versions to add to the redundancy.
But that does leave the question of what to fill this space with. I must meditate on this problem and return when I have a satisfactory solution.
In order to show my support for "Now That's Comedy", and to improve its technocrati(sp?) rating, I've decided to link it bunches and bunches of times. Now I haven't actually read what's there today, or any other day this week for that matter, but it's the superficial display that counts. You're welcome.
Since this blog is pretty much entirely devoted to the subject of Cam's blog one might wonder why I haven't read it lately. I figure that anything that was particularly funny I'd have heard already, seeing as how he writes the damn thing about 20 feet from where I'm sitting now. Cam already has a bad habit of forgetting which stories he's told me, I don't think I need written and spoken versions to add to the redundancy.
But that does leave the question of what to fill this space with. I must meditate on this problem and return when I have a satisfactory solution.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
For Posterity
Can posts made earlier in a blog appreciate in value? No, no they can't. Even if they had value to begin with any copy would be virtually indistinguishable from the original. Furthermore there's no reliable way to date them, you have to take someone's word for it. For more unambiguous answers to rhetorical questions see this link. Unless this is the future and that link no longer goes anywhere. But if qwantz doesn't exist anymore then there must be much bigger problems in your crazy future dystopia. You should get to work on solving those before you comment on broken links.
Hey that brings me to a nice story on why this blog exists. Originally I wanted to blast someone for a comment they made on a friend's blog (my friend, not their friend). But then I thought that since I don't have a blog here to identify myself the comment might be interpreted as coming from him. Then when I thought further I realized that even making a new blog wouldn't really ensure he wouldn't be blamed, since he could in theory have just started a whole separate alternate identity in order to attack his detractors. That naturally started me thinking about the question of forging blog entries to invent a fictional past for this new blog, and when I realized I don't know how to do that I came up with the first paragraph. It should be possible though.
Anyway, long story short: I remembered I hate people who engage in petty internet battles and dropped the whole idea. Good story though, right? You know what you should do? Print this out, and then put it in like a time capsule or something so that hundreds of years from now carbon dating will verify that it is indeed a historic relic of the first post made to this blog. But only one person do that, otherwise all the copies will destroy its value on the future antique documents market.
Hey that brings me to a nice story on why this blog exists. Originally I wanted to blast someone for a comment they made on a friend's blog (my friend, not their friend). But then I thought that since I don't have a blog here to identify myself the comment might be interpreted as coming from him. Then when I thought further I realized that even making a new blog wouldn't really ensure he wouldn't be blamed, since he could in theory have just started a whole separate alternate identity in order to attack his detractors. That naturally started me thinking about the question of forging blog entries to invent a fictional past for this new blog, and when I realized I don't know how to do that I came up with the first paragraph. It should be possible though.
Anyway, long story short: I remembered I hate people who engage in petty internet battles and dropped the whole idea. Good story though, right? You know what you should do? Print this out, and then put it in like a time capsule or something so that hundreds of years from now carbon dating will verify that it is indeed a historic relic of the first post made to this blog. But only one person do that, otherwise all the copies will destroy its value on the future antique documents market.
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