opinionable.

So what is it that causes some of us to have really strong opinions about some things, and others to not care at all? Or to care very strongly about certain things and not give a second thought to other things? I bring this up not out of desperation for something to write about for once, but because I seem to be that last type. I find that sometimes I'll care deeply about something completely stupid and irrelevant, like, say, the color of an ipod, and I couldn't care less whether or not there was a giant earthquake about to- in the words of billy- "destroy us all!"

For example, I care deeply about whether or not somebody likes Megas XLR (chicks dig giant robots!), devotedly about the type of computer they prefer, and may just kill them depending on their views on Intelligent Design. At the same time though, I find myself not noticing things like global warming, yawning when people talk about gas prices, and retreating into my own little world as soon as someone mentions Lost.

So why is this? It's mostly driven by straight pure wonderful selfishness. Megas XLR is the greatest show in the world. I like it, so should all of you! Macs are the best computers ever, and windows is only still around because the general populous follow the crowd like sheep.
And if I ever hear anyone I know say that Intelligent design should be taught in schools, I really might just kill you. Personally, I believe in almost all of evolution, maybe not exactly how it's taught, but most of the basics you just can't argue with. The people who seem to be so intent on pushing this "intelligent design" issue so far are morons who still live with their moms and need to get a life. or two.

Those last three issues though? They don't apply to me, so I couldn't care less! global warming sure isn't affecting me, leave it alone! I don't pay for my own gas, so why should I care? and lost? well, does it matter?

Basically I guess everybody has strong views about some things that I don't care about, and may not care whether or not they took my favorite show off of cartoon network.

Another one of my strong views is that everybody should have the same opinions as me.

Haiku

well, I was going to write a haiku, but it just didn't work out that way. I mean, I'm all set to write a japanese poem, but then I think, "wait, I don't know HOW to write a haiku!" and of course I'm too lazy to open a new internet window and find out. I find that happens a lot, I get myself already to do something, and get all excited about it- only to find that I'm actually much too lazy to do it. why does this happen?

And while I'm answering this question, why do I always have to ask why in these blogs? it can only be found that my english teacher requires that we cannot make a simple statement, but have to analyse the statement- cut it into little pieces until the once beautiful, innocent thought, flying free in the wind, is cut into much smaller pieces and lays in helpless tatters on the ground, fluttering around blown by every gust that slashes across its remains.

A thought free, aloft
Shattered on the ground hopes- lost
thinks of wasted thought

Seems I lost my train of thought on that one, but- I'm too lazy to find it again.

BYUMUN and power beans

well, yesterday I went to BYUMUN (that's BYU MUN, for those of you who don't speak stupid acronym) and did nothing all day but laugh. yeah, it rocked.

so I guess you might wonder about my sanity. ha, as though you didn't already. but it was very interesting how this all worked out. during our lunch break, me doug and zac got a whole pizza each, hehe, and after eating them, we went to the byu bookstore to buy candy. While buying the bulk skittles and mike & ike combination, we noticed little bags of something called sport beans, (which we somehow ended up calling power beans, I don't know why), and they were only 79 cents so me and doug each bought a pack. After that we went and bought powerade and, now being 15 minutes late for committee, "hurried" back. well, it all went either up or downhill from there, depending on your perspective, if you were me doug or zac, it was about the funniest thing that ever happened, but if you were, say, katrina stoddard, you might have more of a "You didn't get more power beans did you?" or "NO more beans for you!" kind of attitude. hahaha. well, needless to say, we laughed for an hour and a half straight, about pretty much anything that happened.

So why did these little jelly beans make us so hyper? well, the jelly belly company might make up something about containing special elecrolytes and such, but the ingredients went something along the lines of "contains: sugar, and less than 2% of the following..." hahaha. So mostly I think it was more the fact that we wanted to be hyper. Our committee was boring like all get out, and it was the only way out! so, walking out of byumun, I'm sure everybody else in the room was ready to slap some straight jackets on us and lock us in a padded room. but we had fun.

mutual hate

After reading the title, probably everybody I know thinks this blog just might be about themselves. well get over yourselves, cause it's not. So what is it about? well, see if you can figure it out.

A few days ago I was driving to a certain friend's house, who for some reason lives ridiculously far away. While I didn't get lost this time, I did get stuck at every single light on state street on the way there. This wouldn't seem that odd until you take into account that I know perfectly well how often the lights on statestreet turn red from when you try to cross it on another street: precisely never. So what would cause the planets to align in such a way that I would get stuck at every one of the five lights I went through, all in a row, on a street that the lights are green for ten minutes straight, and only stay red for approx. five seconds? who knows?

well, I have my theories: traffic hates me, other cars hate me, some guy who switches the lights sees my car coming and it looks the same as his mother-in-law's, I send off a negative karma to lights that makes them hate me. The list goes on and on.
All I can say is that I increasingly have this feeling that someone or something is out to get me.

hm, well now I really don't know what the title of this blog meant, so if anybody can tell, I'd be happy for the help.

they said it couldn't be done.

well, my ipod nano now officially plays more little arcade games, doom 1, and videos. and maybe gameboy games too, I'm not so sure about that one. well, you might wonder how I got my ipod to do all this great stuff, unless of course I already told you, but we'll ignore that for now. By installing a hack/alternate operating system called ipod linux, you can put all these cool things and more on your ipod, pretty much turning it into a little computer. so why would you want to do this?

one reason is that it makes my ipod a lot more fun, if I feel like it, I can play doom on my ipod, or watch little movies (which are actually really good quality for such a tiny screen), or I can always switch back to the regular old ipod interface, which, being made by mac, is pretty much perfect, and listen to music.

A really good reason not to install this operating system though, is that it's really hard to install, It took me about two hours and a lot of hesitance to do it. So if you're lazy, or don't understand computers very much, you might end up breaking your ipod. which probably isn't the best thing to do to it in most cases.

Overall though, I think this is an improvement, because, as I'm sure some old greek philosopher might have said if he had thought of it or known what it meant, "two operating systems are better than one!"

alien hominid

well, I think I'll just join the club here with doug and eric and write a blog about alien hominid. hehehe.

well, alien hominid is this game, see, well, probably not, I've hardly even played the real game, because we went and played a minigame that was kind of an extra (for about four hours straight...) The minigame is four player, and it's kind of a cross between N and loderunner, and if you don't know what either of those are, go tell someone who cares. well, this game was fun for a lot of reasons, it was a fun idea, you can work together or kill each other (hehe), and it's darn addicting.

The basic idea of this game is that you have to jump on all the bad guys, and then make your way to the exit without dying. This concept is simple, but the levels can get pretty complicated with things like breaking blocks, traps, boats and boulders you can move around. Add to this the strange and impulsive drive to spontaneously betray your teammates (ask danny and doug about a certain level with boats and boulders on top of breaking blocks, hehehe), and one heck of a catchy background song, and you've got yourself a pretty fun game.

well basically, I think I'm just a sucker for stick-figure games and a catchy theme song, but this minigame is really fun, and if the minigame is this fun, maybe we should go and try playing the actual game sometime!

overcomplicated!

WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

-Walt Whitman

I really like this poem, or prose, whatever you call it, because it really makes a statement of how we always make everything too specific or complicated. It seems like we always have to ask questions (or, in the case of students, answer them) and come up with long complicated explanations of everything. can we not just accept things how they are? I would go into further detail about this and really analyze it, but that seems to defeat my purpose.

why yes, this IS a larger font than the one below.

well, once again, I sit here trying to think of something good to write about. hm. I think I'll write about... um... the... uh... relevance of... midieval- er- testing... techniq- nevermind, I'll analyze Dance Dance Revolution.

so, there's this game, it's called dance dance revolution, or ddr, as us nerdy types like to call it. the basic concept of this game is pretty simple, but not simple enough to explain in this blog, so we'll just say you play with your feet on a dance pad instead of on a controller with your fingers. if you can't figure it out past that, then you'll just have to deal with it, or ask somebody who's more prone to explaining this type of thing.

Well, DDR is a good game for a lot of reasons. It's really fun, it's got catchy music, and you get exercise from playing it. It's fun because, well, who knows why, but it just is. It seems like a kind of dumb idea, you just press the arrows with you're feet as they come up on the screen, but for some reason it's insanely entertaining, or maybe addicting is a better word, but either way, I like it. It has really catchy music, and a lot of different varieties of it too, so if you feel like dancing to nintendo music then you can do that, or if you want to listen to Japanese pop music then it's got lots of that too. Another thing you get out of playing this game is the exercise. You can only play this game for about ten minutes before you have to sit down and stare at the ceiling in a coma for a while. Well, maybe you could see this as a bad thing, why let your legs get all the exercise and end up with weak fingers? well, if you seem to have that idea stuck in your head for some unfathomable reason, get over it.

well, it was worth a shot.

hm, well, I don't know why I wrote that title, because I can't think of anything that's happened recently to go with it, or anything else connected with it. so if you're trying to figure out why my blog has nothing to do with the title, (or why it does, I don't know yet) then please stop, I don't appreciate you poking into the outer reaches of my brain that I don't understand, I mean, it would hardly be fair if you understood why I wrote that and I didn't, now would it? hm, and now I don't understand that whole paragraph, sooooo.... starting over.

anyway, this is pretty much late because I was in mexico without internet access when it was due, so I'll pretend that I'm writing it from there, and I'll analyze why mexico is a better place to spend christmas break than here, in utah.

well, here I am, in mexico. kinda. well, like I said in paragraph 2... you know, pretending.... just pay attention will you? so, in mexico. me. here. So why is mexico better than the U.S. for christmas? well, there's probably like a billion reasons I could list, but I'll just select a few key ones.

First and best, the climate. mazatlan mexico, located approx. 1 mile (1.6 km) south of the tropic of cancer, is about 76 to 80 degrees fahrenheit during the winter, which, believe me, is awfully nice. You don't have to wear a coat, jacket, or even a long sleeve shirt, (heck, you don't have to wear ANY shirt if you're a redneck) and you'll still be plenty warm. also, it almost never rains, and there's very little wind, making for perfect beach weather, which brings me to my second point, the beach.

While you guys are up in utah scraping the frost off your windshields, It's pretty likely that I'm down here on the beach, which is a lot nicer than those junky crowded california ones, or boogie boarding in the ocean, which is a lot warmer than those junky crowded california ones, and a WHOLE lot warmer than snow. This is nice, mostly, because it's really fun, but also because I'm NOT in utah scraping the frost off my windshield.

Another good thing about mexico is the food, they have really good tacos, churros, and fresh fruit juices, that are all dirt cheap. oh, and no health standards to get in the way of the goodness thereof. ironically, the only place anybody has ever gotten sick from eating there was the mcdonalds.

well, that pretty much sums up the big reasons why christmas break in mexico is better than in utah, so... begone! or, however I get rid of you guys.

[some title thing here]

well, today I was driving from somewhere to somewhere (I forget the specifics) and I looked at my speedometer and lo and behold (gosh, I always wanted to say that) It said I was going 35 on this 25 road from somewhere to somewhere else. And we're talking mph's here, not kmph's. so, naturally, I slowed down to somewhere around 29ish, and then tried to go slower, but I realized that anywhere under 29 drives me somewhere near insane. So why would lower speeds bother me so much?

well, there's several possible reasons for this feeling, maybe I needed to be somewhere, maybe I was running from the police, maybe I was trying to catch up with an old assassination trainer ahead of me, or maybe it was just instinct left over from my former life as a cheetah. At the time, though, none of these seemed to apply. (except for maybe that last one, hoo boy.) soooo... why can't I go slow? the more realistic reasons I can see are that my gas pedal is oversensitive, long straight roads give me no good reason to slow down, and G forces from acceleration feel awfully nice.

well, none of these reasons really seem to quite cover the problem, so I can only conclude that my former life as a cheetah hasn't quite worn off.

by the way, the police won't pull me over unless I'm going like 15 over, so don't bother calling them.

RHSMUN

This weekend I went to rhsmun, also known as regional high school model united nations, but that's a long name. anyway, it was pretty fun, I mean, when isn't it fun to go and stay in a hotel with your friends for 3 days? the bad part was the actual mun, which usually I like, but this time, it was boring, dumb, and otherwise not cool.

first, it was boring because my committee was really small, there were only like 20 people in the room, and somehow, almost all of them were uptight nerds. especially the guy representing the U.S. you know, fat, short creepy little guy with glasses and a high voice, and took himself way too seriously. well, he was the worst, but most of the other people were bad too. There were a bunch of different ways that they were annoying, the most blatant of them being: first, that they were all too serious, like, as zac put it, they thought they were in the real un or something. Second, that they kept getting off the topic, and not even trying to solve the problems we were supposed to. like during the first topic, which was children in armed conflict, they talked the whole time about how we should educate the children, and then kept going off on tangents about how we should have celebrities come and talk to them! I mean, we're supposed to get them OUT of armed conflict. what are they going to do? "hey, you kids stop killing each other for a minute and come listen to this celebrity!"

Well, it was dumb because not only the delegates (all the kids from the schools) were annoying and dumb, but the chair was a nazi! she wouldn't let us go in the hall during unmoderated caucuses, didn't understand how anything worked, and whenever a caucus was over, she would try to beat the life out of her table with the gavel until eveyone was quiet, and then she'd do it again. After we had finished both topics, she wouldn't let us go, and then took half an hour talking about how laid back she was, and how she didn't bang the gavel hard at all because it was hers and she was afraid of breaking it. yeah right.

well, in addition to this, they took all the good restaurants out of the mall that we ate at most of the time, and joon woo had to leave early. so it doesn't sound like I completely hated the whole thing though, it was pretty fun aside from all that. zac brought his gamecube and we stole some of doug's games to play, and we went to the new mac store (that's right joon) that they just opened in salt lake. that was cool. and I'm done with this post.

all I want for christmas adds up to nothing

so lately my mom's been bugging me to give her a christmas list, but I can't think of anything I really want, well, I can, but it's all either too expensive, or so cheap that I could just go buy it myself. nothing in that great hundred dollarish range. this is really weird. a few years ago my unhesitating, and probaby before-she-even-asked reply would be legos. I didn't even have to think about it. just legos. well, as long as they weren't that boring city kind, nobody likes those. How did I come to this point that I actually have to think about what I want?

One reason for this dilemma is that the pressures of society compel us to move on from playing with toys like legos. These things are denounced as childish and to be put aside after reaching the age of 12, along with pacifiers and wanting those cool little cars that you could actually drive, but could never afford. In addition to this, most toys have ceased to retain their powers of entertainment for teenagers. They just aren't as fun anymore, (maybe) and even if they were, you just don't have as much time to play with them when you're in high school.

So after moving on from toys, mainly I wanted electronics, first palm pilots, because my parents will never let me get a game boy (I'll show them when I'm in college,) Then mp3 players. Well, now I have a pocket pc a digital camera, and an iPod. other than cars and laptops (too expensive) and things like ipod cases (too cheap) what am I supposed to ask for?

well, eventually I ended up asking for either a guitar, which I hardly even play, or iPod speakers, which are slightly more practical, but not much. Really though, I just want legos.

How I Owned Doug at Golf.

So me and Doug and Eric were playing golf a while ago, I think it was on halloween, but I can't remember those kinds of details. Anyway, this was my first time playing golf, I had a very vague understanding of the rules, and I completely owned both of them. and I got a hole it one.☺ well, how did this happen? partially beginner's luck, partially because I might be better at golf then I thoght I was, but mostly because this was all on a gamecube.

So the actual question I'm addressing here is not "how did I completely own doug at golf" but, why do we sit on the couch in a state of partial coma and play these kinds of things on a gamecube instead of actually doing it? well for some games, like halo and timesplitters, the answer is pretty obvious, A: we don't actually have all those guns and courses to shoot at each other, and B: because dying in real life probably isn't quite as fun as on a gamecube. But golf? All you have to do is get some clubs and drive over to a golf course, I mean, there's at least three around here that I know of. For me, mostly it's because I'm not rich enough to play classy sports like that, but eric and doug both have enough money to do whatever they want! well, actually the point is moot if I talk about them, because they have actually played golf before. So other than money, why would I rather play a sport on nintendo than in real life?

first, because on the nintendo, you're a lot better at whatever sport it is. for instance: where in the actual game, I would probably be lucky and happy to get a hole in 10 shots, on the nintendo, I can get a hole in one, and get mad if I shoot par. weird how that works.

second, I'm lazy. getting up and getting clubs and driving to a golf course is a lot of work! I mean, It's hardly worth it if you have to do all that stuff first! why do that when you could stay where you are, play the same game, and do a lot better at it? don't ask me.

well, I think that pretty much sums it up, while neither of those are really good reasons, they sound that way when you're sitting on a couch in a state of partial coma.

procrastinationalizing

Why do I always put things off? well, to answer this bluntly: because I don't want to do it right now, here, in this moment. well, that would answer it simply, except that I already know perfectly well that I won't want to do it later, because that will be the new now, and applying rule one, I don't want to do it right now. and yet I still put it off because of rule one again. I don't want to do it right now. well, I'm just really confusing myself, so I'm going to move on from this part.

For an example, last night I thought about doing some of my homework so that I wouldn't have so much to do today. seems simple enough. but then I thought, "well, I don't want to do it 'right now', but I'm sure my future-tomorrow self will be happy to do all of it for me." Of course I realized that this was completely stupid, and that if my future-tomorrow self was there to hear me say something like that, he would likely kill or maim me. well then I put it off anyway, and probably thought something along the lines of, "if only my past-yesterday self had done this, then I wouldn't have had this problem right now. This is all his fault, the jerk." but of course, that past-yesterday self didn't want to do it "right now" either, so he laid the load on me, and probably blamed it on the past-day-before-yesterday self, who was the first one to know about it. well, the only real solution to this problem is to get me, my past-yesterday self, and my future-tomorrow self, and everybody in between, take them back in time, and beat up that first guy until he does it for us. the jerk. unfortunately, that's not possible.

Well, that's pretty much the train of thought that piled all of this work on me. (which is now the future-tomorrow guy, who was probably the only one who shouldn't have had to do it, but I'll stay out of all that) aaaaand... I'll finish this later.

Term Two Premiere!

I think all my blogs actually have to be analytical this term. (<-concrete detail) hm. hmhmhm.... this ain't cool. (<-Analysis)

Technically that would work mr. rich, but I'll try to abide by the spirit of the law and actually write something longer than a sentence and two fragments.

er, if I could think of something to write, hold on a minute.


Since time began, males have all wanted the same thing. This is a natural instinct that we are born with, and it continues to drive all of our actions throughout life. Whenever a male has a major decision to make in life, this ultimate goal guides him as he asks himself this question to determine what direction to take: "What choice will bring me closer to achieving that greater enlightened state of owning an actual lightsaber?"

No seriously, maybe it's not a guiding force in everybody's life (we're allowing for the type of people who camp out at theaters that aren't even showing the movie, here), but can any male person honestly say they've never dreamed of having a lightsaber? I certainly can't.

Ultimately, I think this desire for a lightsaber comes from several sources. First, the male's love of technology, whether he knows what it does or not, combined with the elegant grace of a sword (a.k.a. "something that you can break stuff with") makes the possession of the jedi's weapon of choice irresistible to us. Second, they're dang cool! and that's my analysis, because that pretty much sums it up.

It's a Picture

well, I took this picture in color, and then went and edited it into black and while and added the sun there, which actually makes it look a lot better. I find it kinda odd to go and change nature so that it looks better on a computer. "hm, that's pretty good, but the sun should be in the center." The power given to us by technology seems endless, unto the placement of the sun in the sky. Ah, it makes me feel omnipotent.

Don't kill me Mr. Rich

DISCLAIMER: The Author cannot be held responsible for the opinions contained within this entry, but merely the general existence thereof, thus, hypothetically, were it to be given point based grade, the author's views would be considered no grounds for bias against, and subsequent lowering of, the aforementioned hypothetical grade.

So I have this class, we'll call it english, and for this class, we are constantly analyzing literary works in order to find the deeper meanings therein. This is perfectly fine, to a point. Many works do contain a deeper meaning, cleverly designed to get a message across to the reader, however, many and all are two very different things. Many would seem to connotate a large number, or portion of a whole, generally, somewhere beteen 50 and 99 percent. All, though, has no connotation as such, but an exact definition, meaning, all of them, the entirety of a whole, 100 percent, precisely. I point this out to say that sometimes a literary work just might mean (gasp) exactly what it says.

Why do we feel this need to analyze things? The same reason I'm doing it right now, because the need is imposed upon us by english teachers, who were imposed upon to impose upon us this need, etcetera, etcetera, all the way back to when literature was first appraised as analyzable, and who knows who's idea that was. This is not always true, some people really like analyzing things, I mean, I don't mind when it's only in my head, but why take it outside of that boundary? Do we really need to write down all of our thoughts about other people's thoughts? it just doesn't seem quite right does it?

Well, I decided that the reasons all boil down to analysis being ultimately for the betterment of our thinking society. When one person expresses their thoughts about someone else's thoughts, then another person can read those thoughts, and express their own thoughts about the first persons thoughts about someone elses thoughts, and so on and so forth, until, eventually, we get down to the true meaning of a poes, which, of course, the author never intended in the first place.

The people- "Well, we've finally figured out what your poem was about."
Author- "oh?"
The people- "yes. it's about the inner struggle between human nature and the will to do that which they believe is right, when confronted with pressures and temptations, and other large mammals"
Author- "um, actually it was about the small bits of broccoli that were in my butter while I was trying to butter my toast that morning, you know, like the poem said"
The people- "no, you're wrong, that's what you said, but it was too simple to be what you meant."
Author- "hm, I hadn't thought of that"

the demon which lives within my ipod

I have a dillema. For the last few weeks, my ipod has been blatantly disobeying my every command, request, plea, and even flat out humble appeal. Primarily, I've been trying again and again to put three death cab for cutie songs which I bought on real player back onto my ipod, not even ONTO my ipod, but back on. I mean, they worked perfectly before!

There was also another song which wasn't working, same format, same program, everything I can conceive about it is the same, but then, as I had my ipod on shuffle it just popped up and started working! "Hm," I thought, "Maybe my DCFC songs are working too!" nope. sure, they show up on the ipod, but as soon as you try to play them, it comes up on the screen, pauses for about two seconds, probably for dramatic irony, and then moves on, while laughing hysterically in it's little computerized head, to the next, and lesser, song. and added to all this, somebody went and changed my computer account so that I'm no longer an administrator, meaning, basically, I can't do anything about any of this.

Well, I tried every conceivable technical way of fixing the problem, and failing in all of them, I determined that my iPod has a grudge against me. Why? because I betrayed her. I lured the poor thing into a false sense of security, bringing her everywhere with me, only listening to her. Then, just when she thought she was the most important digital music player in my life, I went behind her gleaming silver back, and bought a new, slimmer, smaller, younger iPod. Now some iPods would take this in step and try to be the best they could be in order to keep their position, I just had to get one that feels nothing like this, but instead vows utmost revenge.

This cannot be the only explanation of my problems however, because there are other factors which cannot be attributed to my ipod's jealousy. Not only will my songs not go onto my ipod, but they happen to be some of my favorite songs, and apparently my friends favorite songs as well, but only since they stopped working. Every time somebody else is using my ipod with me, or by themselves, this is about what goes on:
Austin (while doing geology homework)- Hey, do you have soul meets body on there?
me- ...no.
Zac (while listening to my ipod himself)- Dang it! why won't it work?
me- lemme guess, you tried to play soul meets body.
Zac- yeah, how did you know?
me- (silence)
rachel (while going to get pizza in my car)- hey, do you have soul meets body on there?
me- I DON'T HAVE SOUL MEETS BODY, DANG IT!!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!! THERE'S 500 OTHER SONGS ON THERE AND ALL YOU PEOPLE CAN ASK ABOUT IS THAT ONE?!?!? WHY?!? WHY WHY WHY?!??!?

anyway, that last one is kinda dramatized, the response was really more of a "look, I spent at least an hour yesterday trying to put that one song on my ipod, and the only success I had is that is says the title and then laughs at me while it switches to a different and lesser song."

So my reason for the last plague? there's only one explanation, divine intervention. I am being punished for my unfaithfulness to the ipod that I had. It was loyal and true to me, and for no reason other than physical imperfection, I betrayed it and bought a new one. how could I be so unfeeling?
Stupid iPod.

"Soul Meets Body (Radio Edit)" - Death Cab for Cutie

"Soul Meets Body (Radio Edit)" - Death Cab for Cutie: "1. Soul Meets Body (Radio Edit) - Death Cab for Cutie"

man, what a sweet song. but I don't think that worked like it was supposed to, just like every other real player thing I've ever tried. grrrr...

Then it seems we are at an impass!

hm. So I'm sitting here wondering what to write about, yet again. this seems to be a constant plague for me. maybe I'll get over it if I sit here long enough................................................................
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Okay, I got over it just now when I was showing my little brother how I made this blog. (for some reason he seemed to think it was pretty special, don't ask me why.) So I was making another one, just to show him that I'm not really as good at nerdy internety stuff as he thought, and then I saw something really stupidcool, which is a term I just made up, meaning "both stupid and cool" (all rights reserved)

I was looking at the settings for the blog, and noticed something called adsense, apparently, you can sign up for it, and it will put ads on your blog! isn't that great?!? well I didn't think so either, but apparently, you actually get PAID for having ads on your blog. Pathetic. I mean, who's going to be so stupid that they'll go and sign up for something that, if anything, will earn you like a tenth of a cent per click? So obviously I signed up for it right away.

It says you get payed for how many times the ad is clicked on, and how many times it shows up on your blog. Naturally, nobody is going to visit my blog and click on ads enough for me to make any money, but hey, if I ever have time, I can always do it myself! man, I feel either dishonest or stupid.

Anyway, guys, if any of you ever feel like clicking on ads over and over again, my blog is open 24/7 remember, no shirts, no shoes, no pants, no service!