numbers of bullets, that is.
Truck dealer aims to spike Web traffic with free AK-47s
I will pretty much guarantee that this is the first time a CNET editor has posted an article with the tag "AK-47".
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
correlation does not equal causation!
http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/local/Dazed-Giant-Sea-Creatures-Wash-Up-Minutes-After-Quake--.html?yhp=1
Of course, all the media wants to do is give their wholly unlikely slant on the thing; namely, that the squid got confused by the earthquake and ended up washing ashore. Seriously? I mean, read that title again. There are Giant Sea Creatures washing up on a beach, people. Is it more likely that the earthquake caused them to show up, or that the impact of their massive bodies caused the earthquake? Well, I don't need to tell you which one *I* think is more reasonable.
But yeah, the squid are definitely at fault here.
Of course, all the media wants to do is give their wholly unlikely slant on the thing; namely, that the squid got confused by the earthquake and ended up washing ashore. Seriously? I mean, read that title again. There are Giant Sea Creatures washing up on a beach, people. Is it more likely that the earthquake caused them to show up, or that the impact of their massive bodies caused the earthquake? Well, I don't need to tell you which one *I* think is more reasonable.
But yeah, the squid are definitely at fault here.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
diary part 261
Since I mostly use this thing as my diary anyway, and since writing in diaries is what one does when one can't / won't / ain't / warn't / 'tisn't (a)sleep(ing), here goes:
I need pretty serious lumbar support when sitting on this couch.
I am beginning to realize that I don't actually know even the slightest things about how to pursue a female person. The last time I really succeeded, I was 15 and didn't actually do anything other than sit next to her in all of my classes. Does this explain why I sometimes wish I could go back to high school? I just don't know what I'm doing.
Also, being attracted to someone feels a lot different than it did in high school. Back then, it was all stomach and no head. Now, I analyze everything like crazy. Even thinking I'm attracted to someone is something that I seriously question. I never used to wonder why I was attracted, or whether I should be. I mean...should I be attracted to someone I really almost never talk to nor have any good way of communicating with? These days it seems like I can hardly convince myself that I am attracted, not because I'm not, but because it just seems preposterous.
This is the first time I've ever tagged a blog post with 'girls'. It probably isn't the last.
I need pretty serious lumbar support when sitting on this couch.
I am beginning to realize that I don't actually know even the slightest things about how to pursue a female person. The last time I really succeeded, I was 15 and didn't actually do anything other than sit next to her in all of my classes. Does this explain why I sometimes wish I could go back to high school? I just don't know what I'm doing.
Also, being attracted to someone feels a lot different than it did in high school. Back then, it was all stomach and no head. Now, I analyze everything like crazy. Even thinking I'm attracted to someone is something that I seriously question. I never used to wonder why I was attracted, or whether I should be. I mean...should I be attracted to someone I really almost never talk to nor have any good way of communicating with? These days it seems like I can hardly convince myself that I am attracted, not because I'm not, but because it just seems preposterous.
This is the first time I've ever tagged a blog post with 'girls'. It probably isn't the last.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
a time, two times, and two quarter times
Lately, I've spent a lot of time thinking about music and poetry and art. Mostly about how, probably more than almost anything, I want to make good music and poetry and art. I really like listening to it, reading it, and seeing it, but....
I don't think it would be very true to say that I've always been an artistic person. Writing has always come reasonably easily to me, and I've always liked music a lot, but I can't draw, my few poems have been nothing better than passable, and the couple of songs I've written are either unfinished or Nothing to Offer, which is reasonable, but probably not destined for anyone's top one hundred.
This is part of why I've gone back to playing the guitar. Or, rather, to learning to play the guitar. I need to somehow learn to be more artistic. This blog has probably been the most artistic thing I've participated in over the past couple of years, and we all know how awesome it's been.
In other news, my room is messy, but somewhat under control. I have bought a Bible, which is good, because going without one for almost a month is not. I have way too much beer in my closet, which means I'm poorer than I ought to be, but I'll be recouping that over the coming months as I drink my way, very slowly, through my vast stash, not needing to buy any more for a long time.
It's pretty hard to believe that this year is almost halfway over. I feel old, especially after vigorous games of soccer and/or capture the flag, except for when any of my cousins asks me how old I am and I realize that they all still think I'm pretty little, at 22. Unrelatedly, I was pretty (and little), when I was 4 years old. I wonder why that all had to change?
I don't think it would be very true to say that I've always been an artistic person. Writing has always come reasonably easily to me, and I've always liked music a lot, but I can't draw, my few poems have been nothing better than passable, and the couple of songs I've written are either unfinished or Nothing to Offer, which is reasonable, but probably not destined for anyone's top one hundred.
This is part of why I've gone back to playing the guitar. Or, rather, to learning to play the guitar. I need to somehow learn to be more artistic. This blog has probably been the most artistic thing I've participated in over the past couple of years, and we all know how awesome it's been.
In other news, my room is messy, but somewhat under control. I have bought a Bible, which is good, because going without one for almost a month is not. I have way too much beer in my closet, which means I'm poorer than I ought to be, but I'll be recouping that over the coming months as I drink my way, very slowly, through my vast stash, not needing to buy any more for a long time.
It's pretty hard to believe that this year is almost halfway over. I feel old, especially after vigorous games of soccer and/or capture the flag, except for when any of my cousins asks me how old I am and I realize that they all still think I'm pretty little, at 22. Unrelatedly, I was pretty (and little), when I was 4 years old. I wonder why that all had to change?
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