Thursday, October 30, 2008

Late

It's 1:09am, I just finished my analysis homework, I have a pile of probably close to 100 calculus midterms to grade by Monday, and I have a funeral to attend on Saturday, for which I am apparently playing a piano number.

Yeah my weekend's gonna be fun.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Spelling, pt. 2

Today we received in the mail three very official-looking envelopes from Millcreek Township. On the front, they read as follows:

"YOUR COMMUNITY COUNCIL ELECTION BALLET IS ENCLOSED"

I do hope it's a Tchaikovsky.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Politics

So I usually don't go in for political armchair quarterbacking (but when it comes to football armchair quarterbacking, COUNT ME IN!!), but I saw these on my friend Yakko Warner's blog, and thought I should share them.

No, the media's not biased.
Okay, so maybe a little.
NEWSFLASH: Biden is a moron. If Sarah Palin had made that comment, do you think the media would have ever let her live it down? Yeah, me neither. But when Biden says it, ohhhh, it's just Biden being Biden, ha ha, what a card, like for some reason it's okay that he's an idiot.

And if this was just an isolated occurrence, I would probably let it slide. But Hoover was president in 1929, not FDR, neither of them used TV to talk to the starving masses during the Great Depression (because nobody really had a TV until the late 1930s, and even then it was certainly not the starving masses), neither we nor the French ever drove Hezbollah out of Lebanon (and I doubt we ever will), and every time Joe Biden opens his mouth, I wait with bated breath for him to say something else retarded so I can laugh at him.

And this is the guy that Obama hired to bring experience (especially on foreign policy - right, Lebanon?) and wisdom to the campaign? Give me a break.

Spelling

Yeah, so I haven't updated for almost two weeks. What are you going to do, call me names in a comment? JOKING

So anyway, the real substance of the post. Today has been a day full of spelling errors. I have witnessed, on this very day alone: seperable, carnaval, repel (when they mean rappel - and on an ad for Snow College, no less!), and √(a2+b2) = a + b. Yes, I know, this last one is not really a spelling error, but it annoys me all the same.

The following is an open letter to everybody.
Dear Everybody:
√(a2+b2) a + b.
Love,
Me.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Biking and barn dances

So this morning I was biking from the Institute parking lot down to President's Circle. It was pretty cold, and I was wearing fingerless gloves. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea, and I'm going to be shopping for better gloves soon. Anyway, I was coming down the hill between the business building and the library, and I see a guy walking along the plaza. Well, I don't *really* want to hit him (unless he's a Democrat or a BYU fan or something JUST KIDDING), so I adjust my course to give him like a five-foot berth. Apparently he hears me coming or something, because he like half-turns around, then freaks out a little and goes, "WHOA, SLOW DOWN DUDE!!"

With that rather lengthy introduction, I now reach the main point of this post, which is to categorically refute this person's command.
a) Granted, I'm going rather fast, but
b) I totally saw you,
c) I gave you a five-foot berth,
d) I am riding under control
e) with a helmet on, and
f) it's like 7:45am on the Friday before spring break and therefore you're one of approximately thirty-six total people on campus. Therefore,
g) no, I'm not going to slow down, because
h) there is no rational reason to and also
i) I am rather enjoying my speedy morning bike ride.

All of that went through my head in approximately 1.3 seconds (a completely bogus and unscientific guesstimate), after which I said "whatever, man!" and started pedaling faster.

Also, it should be noted that barn dances totally rule.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Twitch?

My left eyelid has been twitching today. Like, once an hour or so, it will suddenly decide that it's TIME FOR A LIGHT SWITCH RAVE and will spaz out for a few seconds. Then it stops, and quietly sits there as if nothing ever happened. What the heck, eyelid?