That's the way...
the bee bumbles?
the ditz stumbles?
the paper crumples?
uh-huh uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh.
the silencer muffles?
the professor mummbles?
the play-list shuffles?
the chip ruffles?
THE CHIP RUFFLES? That's a pun and I didn't even intend it! Shouldn't there be some generic saying for a pun I accident-upon, something like...
...no pun intended.
I am streaming some live NBA action from a television station in China, and boy do they have quality coverage.
For one team (Houston), their key-to-the-game is, and I quote, "Don't Lose".
Chinese people really know their basketball.
*Preface - Highly disjointed semi-rhyming thoughts while I start realizing that no amount of studying will help me learn this material I just don't understand. Read at your own discretion. This is the requisite "emo" post, which may completely shock some of you, but "emo-type" posts usually generate comments. But I don't think I went emo enough. Meh.
*Preface - I should've made this into a weekly segment, you know, because that's what professionals do, create segments that you can fall back on in case you don't have real material, except I consider this real material; yes, you could argue that a professional would not misuse a semicolon like I just did, and yes, you could argue that a professional would not be able to write a run-on sentence without imploding, but save your arguing for the debate club; if you aren't part of a debate club, then substitute "mirror" for "debate club"; real people are made from internal conflicts; anyways, back to the point; now I'm just abusing the semicolon; after three quick thoughts, I enter into a fuller discussion centered around a painful experience...
*Preface - Sure, this guy is hip-hop aware, but this video has nothing to do with hip-hop. Watch and learn. He has also been responsible for other informed, great videos.
Or am I really going at a rate greater than one post a day for the month of October?
It's almost as if I didn't have two exams and a seminar this week, nor an exam coming up next week.
Sure, you haters would argue my posts haven't been of quality length, and while I'll try to write up something of substantial length (not promising quality), a post is a post and that's what matters the most.
That rhymes and I didn't even intend it.
I've been a little late on this one, but I encourage everyone to head over to ren-ito.blogspot.com, specifically this post, carefully read through the super long post and super long comment section, and think about things. Obviously, draw your own conclusions (don't just read and agree with everything, or one person, hmmm this kinda relates to the discussion itself), there are many perspectives being drawn on, and even more ideas being tossed around, but a lot of time/effort has been put into a discussion of this magnitude.
You kids wanted to start conversations in my commenting section, so I thought I'd show you how professionals do it.
*Preface - This was just sent to me 2 minutes ago via email, as my seminar group is preparing for our 4pm talk today, by the female member of the group. I think we may just use this, with one of our topics being Internet dating and all. How does one accomplish any work at all after being sent hilarious images?
*Preface - The makeup around her eyes (mascara?) gives her crazy-eyes when she closes them, so watch carefully (1:20 mark). Cozy up to your computer monitor a bit. Good music is definitely in the building. Oh, did you manage to catch Bill O'Reilly there as Jay was intro-ing the segment? Good times.
*Preface - I started to type maybe, but decided to switch to perhaps. Inexplicable. Furthermore, you'd probably find it funny that I'm currently in the library (for real!), haven't had a bite to eat all day, and I'm basically doing myself a big disservice talking about food. Because more often than not, I epitomize my blog title. But I already said that.
The following is an ad for fried chicken, Colonel Sanders style. After the jump, watch for the supposedly-racist theme:
Remember that 9/11 conspiracy video, Loose Change (no link because I think it's a waste of your time, but you can easily find it yourself)? Welps, here's a Titanic conspiracy video, aptly titled, "Unfastened Coins". Enjoy the show.
I epitomize my blog title.
Hecks, for a time, I even spelled a portion of my blog title wrong. Who does that?
Me.
I had a midterm today, that turned out to be worth double what I originally thought it was worth (after allotting studying time based on what I thought it was worth, and for half of that, studying with the television on and the sound muted).
*Sidenote* - Before I forget, welcome to the ... last week of Rocktober! Matt Holliday still hasn't touched home-plate! Can you feel the excitement? Will the Rockies continue to win at a magical pace? Did the Red-Sox buy their way to a championship? Will their games be snowed under in Colorado? Does anyone even know what I'm babbling about? *End Sidenote*
For the first question, I was asked to list out six words in order, which I had created an acronym for, because that's one of the best memorization techniques when it comes to making lists (apparently).
D.I.O.P - Ladies and gentlemen, DeSagana Diop, a basketball player that...
N.R. - nabs rebounds!
Simple enough right?
So imagine my delight as I go to scribble down D.I.O.P.N.R., then realize I had not properly memorized the first and last words corresponding to the acronym.
Time to break out a tub of ice cream. It's not so bad as a consolation prize.
*Preface - To break up the conversations occurring between people in my comment boxes, I have taken to post more often. Hopefully the disjointedness of everything will throw people off (for some, it already has).
I just did something so ridiculously cool, but at the same time, so incredibly dumb.
Say the title of this post aloud.
Now be completely honest, what you really said was, "I need tuh do that".
Don't look now, but the DNA guy, you know James Watson, could be in a little bit of trouble with the racism police.
"Black people 'less intelligent' scientist claims".
I'll discuss this at a later date.
You know what's odd, besides the number 13?
I'm going about my bid-ness wif mah head down lo' and outta no'where, I spit lines that be da hottest fiah, but I ain't gots no beef wit nobadee. I guess I'm just a smartee yo.
*Translation* - I was casually waltzing through a regular day in my life when my beautiful mind came up with the craziest lyrics for a rap battle, even though I'm not currently involved in a verbal/physical feud. My mind stays sharp like an A student's pencils, like my breath staying fresh thanks to a package of Mentos.
It's the Fresh-maker.
Setting: Previous Thursday afternoon computer ethical, social & legal issues seminar course. It's not as boring as it sounds...
*Preface - That title just works on many different levels. You'll see.
I caught the inaugural episode of "The Price Is Right: The Drew Carey Take-Over" while waiting for my lunch to materialize.
You better go read that again. I'll finish up an episode of The Simpsons I'm watching as an act of justified procrastination (I'm spacing out the time between finishing a draft of the essay and editing because that's how us professionals do).
*Oh Homer, you is so stupid*
You see, I was waiting for a nice gentleman to make a pita for me, and his store was gracious enough to have cable television and happened to be set on the Price Is Right channel. I look away for a few minutes, and then turn around to a fresh lunch! Poof! Magic (without the Manna) materialization of lunch.
But back to the programming at hand.
House-mate #1 is currently showering.
House-mate #2 really needed to poo, so he barged his way into the washroom and is currently pooing.
House-mate #1 - "This is so awkward."
House-mate #2 - "Can I flush? It's going to smell if I don't."
House-mate #1 - "AHH the water, it burns. I can't believe you ruined my relaxing shower."
House-mate #2 - "You probably should've locked the door."
House-mate #2 exits stage left.
Have you ever walked down a dimly lit, deserted street, all by your lonesome self, carrying enough stuff to make you teeter to one side, then to the other side as you compensate?
Where it was quiet enough for you to hear Charlie Chaplin perform?
You have?
I haven't! I don't know if I should envy you! Should I? But that's neither here nor there.
This weekend, I did the complete opposite.
I know that when people tell me they enjoy my company, they're lying. And just how do I know this?
Come a little closer.
That's it. Just a little more.
By the way, have you been watching The Office? FYI, it's on tonight.
I hope you're close enough that the computer monitor radiation is warming your heart.
*Preface - Conversation occurred over MSN. Names have been changed, identities have been protected, unnecessary portions have been cut. Me = ME. Freakin' Funny Friend = FFF. And I realize that it's probably funnier to me right now at 2am than it will be when I re-read this later on today.
*Preface - My titles are getting longer and less related to the posts.
Funniest thing I've read all day (I can safely say this because it's only 38 minutes in). Click to view full size, I apologize for the template limitations.
*Preface - To be fair, so did I, until I was slapped in the face, ironically (or not) via Facebook
"haha no worries, your (not as...) frequent (...as summer) blogging makes up for it"
This, after THREE posts in one day.
I feel as if love is apportioned daily, and I get tremendously short-changed.
Three in a day. I'm getting really bored reading school-related articles, so I had to hop over to ESPN.
Michael Vick t-shirts have been banned at some American college.
"You can't make light of a situation like that" - media relations guy
Can't? Or shouldn't? Because, I think we're waaaay past can't.
I'm reading an article from a reputable-sounding URL address, http://www.foreignaffairs.org, but the article sounds far-fetched enough that I have to constantly double-check with Wikipedia.
Uhm.
Lolz?
I know heart-broken. And this person is heart-broken. Cue the waterworks.
All this, over a baseball team being ousted in the playoffs.
Keep in mind, she's supposed to be a professional.
I had to watch/listen to it twice, and it made me wish the Yankees lost every year in the first round of the playoffs. Listen for the build-up, or skip in about 30 seconds.
You know you're getting old when...
...you've moved your glasses up onto your head, in the position you put sunglasses when they aren't in use, then an hour later, almost poke your eye out thinking that the glasses would be in their normal position, and then correspondingly freak out as if you've lost the glasses.
To be fair, this happened while I was listening to some really good music, and it's unfair to think that my senses are able to multi-task like that. When one of my five senses is being maxed out, I'd like to think the other four compensate by lowering their sensitivity.
So if I ever happen to be eating dinner with you, while a live band plays in the background, while I'm reading the dessert menu in anticipation, whilst I smell the tasty mixture of smells an eatery usually offers, and you ask me to feel the texture of the tablecloth...
...call an ambulance. It'd be too much.
*Preface - I don't know which irresponsible parents are personally escorting their kids around university campus tours on a Wednesday (school day, hello) before a long weekend, which would have been a much better time to visit a campus. Irony demands that the kids now fail school, or not obtain a high enough GPA to be admitted into the universities they visited. Nevertheless, here's how a theoretical campus tour of Queen's would have went down today.
*Preface 2 - I wrote most of this on Wednesday before I realized I had a paper & presentation to do for Thursday/Friday, so it's only coming up now. Deal with it.
Setting: Student Center, 10:00AM.
Wide-eyed prospective students and their irresponsible (see preface above) parents gather around my over-sized "follow me" flag
Michael Vick took a 'respect for animals' class. It was 8 hours long, and he was inquisitive and attentive. At the conclusion of the course, he passed a "rigorous" written test.
First of all, how does one stay inquisitive and attentive for eight hours? I can barely be that for fifty minutes. No really! You should've seen me today! My forehead almost hit the desk in front of me! Twice! I'm sure it would've been embarrassing.
Secondly, inquisitive?
Really?
