Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Spring Break is Awesome!!! Am I Right?

Well, I made a new instructable, as you can see here:

Soup Can Brazier - More DIY How To Projects

That is about it, except for 2 things.

@ I got a Hot Wheels '69 Firebird, and it is really cool. And I found Coca Cola with sugar in it! T'was Delicious.

@ I am going to Albany New York Thursday through Sunday. It punches my spring break in the face, but I'm kind of glad, because if I kept up the pace I've set so far, I'd be dead by the end of the week...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Free Books!

 Well, today my school's library was getting rid of some books that haven't been checked out since 2000, or later. So, Me having some disease that makes me unable to resist free things, so I decided to drop in. Looking through the books, I found some really good ones! Jule Verne's From the Earth to the Moon (Pretty Prophetic),  Burma Rifles by Frank Bonham (It caught my attention because the author has the same last name as the main character in Johnny Got his Gun), Custer's Last Stand by Quentin Reynolds, and Fire! Its Many Faces and Moods by James J. O'Donnell. Well, I'm going to start reading Jules Verne, and see what this steampunk is all about... Haha

You know what book was insanely prophetic? Futility
                                                                                                          Aww. Macro Failure...

Monday, March 22, 2010


Well, there is a dinosaur named after Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park (And many other books). I am currently too tired to really say anything, but here's the wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crichtonsaurus_bohlini

I'm nearing finishing reading Next, which, despite being really confusing, is a really good book. You should read it if you haven't says I. Actually, an even better book that you have to read is banner in the sky. It's an amazing book. Check it out. That's all for today guys.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

What a Great Title, Just kidding, it sucks.

    I'm back guys! So, just when I think that life is getting boring, life comes and punches me in the face with awesome. But, moving on, here's a rundown of this morning:
    I woke up in the lodge where I was staying at around 6:15, and it was silent. I lied in bed for a while, getting fully conscious after staying up until 12. I got out of my sleeping bag, and sat on the edge of my bed in the empty room, and decided to go downstairs. I knew everyone else was asleep, so I pulled on socks, to muffle my footsteps. The hallway was empty, and my footsteps echoed. I walked down the stairs, and pushed the door open a crack, and slid through. It slammed when I let go of it, or it sounded like it to me. I walked across the meeting-type area with the couches, and realized I wasn't really supposed to be on the girl's floor, but ignored it and walked into the kitchen. I found the hot water machine, and the tea box. I groped in the dark, trying to find out which tea was which. I grabbed to one with the plainest cover, and dropped it in the cup 2/3 of the way full, of course, I didn't know that in the dark room. I grabbed the sugar and poured some into my cup of tea, then walked to the meeting-room thing, and sat on a couch. The rooms were bathed in the grey light of dawn, and I didn't want to turn on the lights. I sat there until 7:10 or so alone, just enjoying the peace. Eventually my friend's dad came down, and then at 7:30 the parents went and woke up all the kids. I just liked the peace of the morning in the pre-dawn grey light. It was peaceful.

  • How do you drink tea without burning your tongue? I like tea, but burnt tongues of mine are my enemy.
  • On Friday I fell off the ground and broke my vocal chords.Go figure.
  • I'm watching Life, and it's pretty great. Related, it would suck to be an octopus. They die after reproducing, sounds like no fun. Meanwhile, being a pygme Gecko looks like fun.

Did Dinosaurs Break the Sound Barrier? - NYTimes.com

Just Click on the Link, I can't say anything it doesn't.

Did Dinosaurs Break the Sound Barrier? - NYTimes.com

Friday, March 19, 2010


Well, I'm going camping tomorrow in the insane morning 'til Sunday, so no post tomorrow I guess. Today wasn't that interesting. But, last night just felt like a weekend night, didn't it? The atmosphere, I just flt so calm and laid back, my brother and I just went driving around Georgetown, it was great.

Yeah, I don't really have anything to say today. I'm listening to Before the Flood Disc 2 (Bob Dylan and The Band) and my ears are bleeding joy.

That's all for today. Bye.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Hot Wheels

     I'm sitting here, watching mythbusters, and they're testing a myth that a hotwheels car could be a dodge viper in a downhill race. First to mythbusters. What a great show. Sure, I know that it gets so much praise, it doesn't need mine, but I personally love the show. Hijinks, explosions, and science, what's not to like? Now to the hotwheels. I guess I was supposed to outgrow them a while ago, but they're just so cool! I have a V8 Vega, and a Gallardo, and then all my other cool ones disappeared... I also used to have a ton of track and a motor, in bygone days. But, they're gone, and I've found more interest in the design of them, as oppose to the toy aspect. I really want a Sizzler, originally introduced in the 70's. They were reintroduced in 2006, but discontinued in 2007. You know what's funny? Mattel owns Hotwheels, and bought out Tyco Toys, which owns Matchbox. Go figure

Here's that story I promised (Third person Limited)

   They were nearing moon 317 and there was no turning back for them. The spaceship had been stolen from a spaceport, as were most of the supplies onboard. John was with his team of mercenaries, many of whom weren't human, but they were all dedicated. There was nowhere he'd rather be when the laser arsenals opened up, an event which he realized would happen sooner than expected.
    John walked down the dimly lit hallway, looking for his right hand man, Schwartz.. He walked up to the weapons specialist, Kyysargdia, " You know where Schwartz is?"
    "Haven't seen him, I'd check the engine room."
    "Thanks," John replied as he headed towards the engine room. Dang, I never can remeber what planet he's from. John thought to himself. He walked into the engine room, finding Schwartz. "You have any idea what we're going to do once we get through the barrage? The moon has all of one spaceport, and you knw as well as me that there's no way we'll make it out of there, even if we land, and that's a big if. And there's no way I'm setting this down in that crater field."
     "Well,, I was thinking, we have 30-some guys on board, and four escape pods, ya dig? So, we steer this puppy into the ground, they think they shot us down and we're all dead, then we land those escape pods, regroup, and stick to the plan."
     It's crazy enough to get us killed, it might work though, John thought. He turned back to Schwartz, "There's 32 Guys onboard, 33 counting me, and those pods hold 8 guys. By my math, that leaves one odd."
     "We have oxy-masks, right?"
     "Yeah, but the moon got an oxygen shipment last quarter."
     "We have parachutes?"
     "Yeah, what are you getting at?"
     "Well, I was thinking, one of us could stay with the ship, and bail out with a parachute and an oxy-mask through one of the pod holes."
     "Who would be crazy enough to do that?"
     "I was thinking me sir."
     "No way, you're much too important."
     "I'm doing it," John said as he stared out the porthole. He didn't want to, but somewhere inside him, John knew he was going to stay behind, one way or another.
     The first laser strike shook the ship. John sprinted back to the bridge, as everyone hurried to battle positions. "This far above the loving moon? No way we'll make it," John muttered as he grabbed the wheel. The forces exerted on the 80 year old ship were nearly too much, it was on the verge of tearing apart. John grabbed the ship's PA Handset, "Everyone onboard, grab as much as you can carry, and get in the pods!" Humans and other being s ran throughout the ship, scrambling to the escape pods. John stepped to one of the portholes and saw one of the pods fire off. "One, there goes two, Three, where's four?!" The Lunar surface was approaching way too fast, and the lasers were still firing. John realized he'd have to get some room for those escape pods. He came up with a hasty plan, this is going to get me killed, he though, but he was going through with it anyway. John looked back out the porthole, and saw pod four shoot out of the ship. He ran back to the armory, hoping that he had enough time.
     John twisted the timing knob, and locked the engine room door. Hustling back to the bridge, John pulled on his oxy-mask and buckled the straps on the parachute. He tucked his laser pistol into his belt, and hit the wall next to the door. The entire ship shook, and the noise was deafening. A column of fire shot through the door, and the ship jolted as it was rent in two. John had to act fast, so he turned to the back. Above, he could see the void of space, and he sprinted. The ship was on fire, and tipping downwards. John dove out of the gaping hole where the rest of the ship used to be, and entered freefall. Down below was the lunar surface, and god knows what else, John thought as the barrage began to cease.

    Well, I apologize for putting that off for so long, but now t has been done.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Huh, my sister just came downstairs and kind of collapsed on the couch next to me and fell asleep. I feel pretty bad for her. Throughout elementary school she had a really hard time getting her work done, she took so long to do her work, and now she's in middle school. There's a lot more work, and it takes her a while to do her homework. When she's done, she collapses, because she's not getting enough sleep. I see a lot of problems compounding here. There's too many distractions nowadays, TV's, Personal Computers, Video games and Ipods  are becoming standard. Often I just come home from school and want to instantly watch TV to blow off the steam from school. By 8th grade, I just hang out with friends for a while, and that works pretty well. Also, Schools give so much homework, and it's difficult for people to transition the first year. But, I see it's better than any alternative really, high school has infinity homework. There's also the problem of peer pressure.remember 6th grade being the age where you were cool the later you stayed up. Now sleep is the cool factor. I recall being really stressed out in 6th grade, for what reason? Homework was nothing compared to now, I wasn't over scheduled like I am now, none of that. I am a lot happier now. I have more friends, more fun, and have learned to take things less seriously, without thinking that life is but a joke, for you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, for the hour is getting late!

I got a CD of Bob Dylan and the Band! Live in concert! IT IS GREAT. There's harmonica solos, Bob Dylan sounding like a normal person with the best lyricist ever (Himself), and The Band! Oh man.

So, I was hoping that I would get this blog post done about an hour or two earlier, but dinner got in the way. I'm not going to be posting the story I promised, but here's an improvised story.

    The darkened skies enveloped the street in shadows. It had been weeks since the sun last came out from the unnatural clouds. The city was demolished, as were most of the people, save a few hundred, and the mayor. While the fires burned, the mayor holed up in his office, looking out on the destruction. He was fine wit waiting until FEMA showed up, but his citizens weren't. He turned to the Southern picture window, which looked down on main street.
     A man with a handkerchief pulled over his face stepped over the rubble onto the street, walking North. His footsteps echoed, and dust plumes flew up with every footstep. Two more joined him. The building loomed over them, even from 5 blocks away. Four more joined. The group steadily grew, until the majority of the survivors were marching North on the building.
    The mayor saw the mob, and was taken aback. He turned to the door, when the a the picture window shattered, and the floor around his feet burst into flame.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


    Well, this morning wasn't that unlike any other, my alarm went off at 6, and I turned it off and went back to sleep. Obviously I'm kind of missing th point there, but I kind of like to pretend that I could get up hat early if I needed to. Normally, I just go into really light sleep for 30 minutes or so, but this morning , I went into REM sleep. Granted,  had a pretty cool dream, and I was rested, but when I woke up, I looked out the window, and saw how light it was. I assumed that it was 7:15, but when I looked at the clock, I found out that it was 7:52. The problem with this is that my school starts at 7:40 for all intents and purposes. I pulled on pants, grabbed a t-shirt, and sprinted out the door. The thing was that I had never really been in a situation like this before, it was kind of a shock, and also a sense of profound personal failure. I'd seen a lot of people come in late from oversleeping, but I never was one, well, now I have. I'm going to bed earlier from now on.

    Note: While writing this, I looked at the clock, and it was 7:08, for a thing that I had to be at by 7. Can I just give up on this week? Please? I'm hoping that the after affects of being in a room with a kid with bronchitis for 8 hours. This week is not going well, but hey, my attitude is more than half of it, right?

     Here's another story, third person omnitient, like I promised. (Bonus points for correctly guessing which song it's based on)

     Steve walked down the street, his brim pulled down low. The streets were silent, except for the sound of his feet. He realized that his vengeance would soon be satiated as he loaded his pistol on the usually populous Chicago streets. Before he could let go of the slide, a score of bullets ripped through the unwonted silence. The bullets hit with deadly precision, and Steve dropped to the curb. A man walked out of the shadows, and pulled a handkerchief off his latent face. He nudged the body with the toe of his boot, and thought to himself, "Not today, punk."

Monday, March 15, 2010

A Story!

Well, nothing really happened today, sorry. Well, in lunch, I tried to make a Leyden jar, unsuccessfully.

Here's one of those stories I promised!

     He walked out into the October Afternoon, and he couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief that had overtaken him. He tried to convince himself that this was just another drop, but deep down, he knew that this one was different. The usually full sidewalks were barren, except for the occasional man on the curb, head in hands. Stock Tickets blew through the canyons, , but no one gave them a passing glance, let alone try to pick them up. He looked up at the skyscrapers, and the construction, and a sense of foreboding hit him, and the realization that hundreds of people had lot everything, including him.

Huh, it seemed longer when on paper. Oh well.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Another Day

     Today, I hung out with Nemo. It was actually the first time in a while, and it was pretty fun. However, we realized that every time we try to go on an adventure, we just end up going to Barnes&Nobles and CD Cellar. Blah. That is all I really can say. Yeah. Well, the Decision snowman kinda failed. But at CD Cellar, I got Bob Dylan and the Band! And The Iron Man (Pete Townshend's Play!!) this week will have some pretty great music.

    I got a Lamborghini Hot Wheels Car!! Yes!I was always saying how I'd never seen any Italian-made hot wheels, but now I have an amazing one!
    National Licorice Day is April 12! Mmmm, Red Vines.

    Yeah, yet another day without posting those stories. Yeah, I know, I suck. The next three days! Mark my words!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Model UN

   Today there was a Model UN conference. Thanks to Nemo and Person #3, I joined the club, way back 3 years ago. Now, they're out, as are many of the friends I'd grown up in the club with. And, while that aspect of the fun is all but gone, there is still the conferences. You can't really imagine one until you've been to it, and I've been to too many to count. Earlier today, I was at a model UN conference. As usual, I wrote my position paper all of 30 minutes before the conference, and the Chairs said it was really good! Speaking of the chairs, guess who was one, Person #3!! According to him, I was going to win, the second third and fourth time they reviewed, but at the end I didn't, oh well. I can see the reason though. The guy who won, he was one of those really irritating kids, that you can't help but hate. He was a scheemer, but was really concieted about it, he had all his plans, along with his arrogance. However, in the end, we all bought into his crap, just so something would get done, so there's kis own little victory. From this point on, I'm determined not to let that kid win anything again ever. Also, I can see why Person #3 would be hesitant to award me the 1st prize, there is the possibility of a bias towards his good buddy Red.

      I do not like wireless internet a lot of the time. It is convenient, and allows portability, sure. But it is so much slower than Ethernet, and a lot of things just don't work. Bah humbug.

   Hey guys! To counteract the negativity going on, guess what! Daylight Savings time starts tomorrow!! Hooray!!! *Throws hat in Air*

Friday, March 12, 2010

Girls are pretty, loud music is great, blacklights are sweet = dances are amazing.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

SOLSC Day *Yawn*

Well, here I am again, putting in my blog entry at 9, like I have been every day. For the past week or so, I've been up blogging at 9 or later. I've kinda been too much of a bum to get it done in the daytime, but I guess today I kinda had an excuse, I had to write an essay for english along with a bunch of homework. Usually, I like to go to bed around 9, and fall asleep around 9:45-10. It may seem early, but to me, I've done everyhting I needed to do that day, and I would like to pull a solid 8 hours of sleep. So, around now, I'm really wanting to just turn my computer off and go to sleep, but I also have to finish this post. Yep. I am kinda ticked off at myself though. I took way too long to do my homework, and then daylight disappeared, so all this stuff I was planning on doing didn't get done, like fixing my de-vulcanized chucks. Oh well. Yeah, I know that the writing for this post is not in the least eloquent, but this is kinda how I feel right now, so ok.

Hey guys! Guess what! SuperBalls are the best. I think I'll bring one to school tomorrow.

Also, has anyone seen Planet Earth? It looked pretty cool, and they have a follow-up coming out soon, so I just want to know what you all think about it.

As it turn out, that WAS a really lame poll, according to you guys, there's a new one up there ^.

Otto the octopus wrecks havoc - Telegraph


Wednesday, March 10, 2010


      Well, today after school, I walked home with my little sister.And, for some reason unbeknownst to me, she brings her skateboard to school every day, but she doesn't ride it... So, there we were, walking across the bridge, with her carrying her skateboard with her. We came near to the end of the bike/wheelchair ramp, and my idea buzzer went off! I threw my backpack down for a stop system, grabbed her skateboard, and ran to the top of the ramp.I sat down on the skateboard, and pushed off. I began going slowly, and then faster, and faster. The metal was diamond cut, or as Nemo says, "Like the cover of Fear of Music", so the wheels made a TON of noise, so much so that you couldn't even hear the explicative I was screaming as I went down. I hit the backpack with my feet, and slowed down enough to stop after 10 or so feet. I wanted to go again, but my sister took her skateboard and walked home. I dashed up to my room, grabbed my longboard, which is pretty lame for anything else, and a pillow, and headed back out. I went down, a little more secure
with the bigger board and less tilt. I went down some more, and then got a call form my friend H. He showed up, and went down. A little later, he decided that we should do two-man lugedeathsled. On the way down, the skateboard moved back an forth in progressively larger amounts, and then I felt that sinking sensation, and we started to tip over. Then, the world spun around a couple times, but I was still sitting on the board, and when we landed, the board's front wheels were stuck in between the slats on the side of the bridge, and we were lying on the bridge in pain. It was worth it. After a few more runs, we decided to switch to somewhere that had grass on both sides, so we went to one of the sidewalks down a hill, just wide enough to go down, but narrow enough that if we fell off, we'd hit grass. We got on, and pushed off the top of the hill, not realizing how steep it was, and flew down. The first half was pretty smooth, but as it flattened out, we began to lose control. I was thrown from the board, and pulled my pillow in front of my face, just in time, as I bit the dust. Then, H landed on top of me, and something hard made contact with my head. Lying on the ground in pain again, we decided it was a great day.

A couple things:
  • Does anyone know where you can buy pet octopi? 
  • You should go to Free Rice, learn to speak with more eloquence, and donate rice!!! Hooray!
  • I got some stories I wrote for English back, so expect those in the next couple days.
  • Yep, that's a picture of a dinosaur I spent at least 30 minutes on after a test yesterday.

    Tuesday, March 9, 2010

    SOLSC Day 7

         Today was the most beautiful in a while. Before getting half a blok away from the building, I knew that I was going for a bike ride. I walked home, skimmed over my homework, drank a glass of milk, and headed out back. Opening our shed, I saw a familliar sight, my bike in the middle, with helmet resting on the seat. I pulled it out of the shed, and hopped on. I haven't ridden my bike in a month or two, so it took a little getting used to again, but as the adage goes, once you ride a bike, you never forget. And what a beautiful day it was. I just took the streets northward, but it didn't really matter which direction really, as long as I went. Biking around without any destination. I breathed in the fresh air, embraced the sun's warmth, and loved my bike. It may not look like much, but to me it's everything. On it, I can get away from it all, even if I'm still on familliar streets. While riding, I passed by a young boy inside a fenced-in playground, 2 or 3, in preeschool, looking out through the chain link fence, and one coud tell that he wanted the freedom I had, and that's what my bike is to me.

         Song of the Day: Roger and Out, Niel Young, off of Living with War

    Monday, March 8, 2010

    SOLSC Day, What Day is it now?

    Considering the joke-ness of yesterday's post here's a slice of my life:

         Well, the Dinosaur contest is finally over. I accidentally had gotten a sneak peek, so I prepared a somewhat mediocre Instructable, so I could enter the contest as soon as possible. I submitted it, only to realize that I was a day early, and January had Thirty-ONE days. Luckily, the project was accepted. So, with some picture advice from Nemo, I returned, and made my second one, which I am much happier with, especially the pictures.
         They announced the winners today, and I got second!!! Hooray! That's not to say that I think that my Instructable was better than anyone else, but the judges did, but the Instructables submitted were all great. I assumed that the one that won first place would win first, he made a freaking Chocolate Dinosaur!! His project was great, so, if LostRite is reading this, you did a great job! Overall, it just goes to show that winning first isn't everything, but taking the effort to enter the contest is what really matters. Life and Times of a [Stupid] Ginger, bringing you all the morals of preschool television (Bonus points for anyone that can figure out a decent anagram.)

         Nemo just asked me "so how much bleach DID you swallow?" I do not recall swallowing any bleach, I am confused. Can anyone give me a clue? Please?

    Sunday, March 7, 2010

    A Really Masculine Deanna Troi!

    After Reading: NeuroDojo: Only a matter of time before this showed up I had to...

    Your results:
    You are Deanna Troi
    Deanna Troi
    Geordi LaForge
    Jean-Luc Picard
    An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
    Leonard McCoy (Bones)
    James T. Kirk (Captain)
    Will Riker
    Mr. Scott
    Beverly Crusher
    Mr. Sulu
    You are a caring and loving individual.
    You understand people's emotions and
    you are able to comfort and counsel them.

    An Average Conversation with Nemo

    Well, I didn't really do much today, so here's an average conversation with Nemo, I hope he's ok with this, otherwise, too bad.

    Nemo: NEIL YOUNG
    what the hell? William Shatner?
    Nemo: Presumed dangerous
    Red: NIEL YOUNG!
    Nemo: NEIL YOUNG.
    Red: You know wh was a lame president
    William Henry Harrison
    Nemo: a bunch of them
    what's a man with the big WHH?
    Red: A woman?
    Nemo: wait that's not a sentence
    I meant to say "what's the matter with the big WHH?"
    Red: Thursday, March 4, 2010
    Fado - DC
    808 7th Street Northwest, Washington, DC 20001 (United States) - Map
    (202) 789-0066 Set: 9:30 PM
    Tickets: $5



    Sunday, March 7, 2010
    98 Rock
    97.9 FM, Baltimore, MD (United States) - Map
    INTERVIEW: 11:00 PM
    Stream online at www.98online.com LIVE WEBCAM

    Monday, March 8, 2010
    The Quarter @Bourbon St.
    316 Guilford Ave, Baltimore, MD 21202 (United States) - Map
    Set: 11:00 PM
    All Ages
    Tickets: $5
    Other Info:
    88 Rock sponsers Noise in the Basement at the Quarter @ Bourbon Street. Come check out the best local music!

    Fools & Horses
    Nemo: huh
    how are there other songs
    like the ones that aren't on that album you have
    Red: Well, you see
    I sgned up to get, like, 5 free teacks
    But the internetz hates me
    Nemo: teacks
    wait so what happened
    Red: So
    If you join thier fanmail
    They give you 5 free songs
    Off thier ew album
    But the internetzzz hates me
    Nemo: no typos here, no, I don't see any
    Nemo: what makes it a spirit bear
    it's just sleeping
    somebody go wake it up
    Red: You first
    Nemo: k
    keep watching that stream, you'll see me in a couple weeks when I finish walking there
    and then it will be the first spirit bear mauling to be caught on film
    I still don't get why it's a spirit bear
    Red: Jesus
    In bear form
    I have no idea
    Because it's actually in a trance where it enters the spirit world
    I saw this really cool program on the history channel
    Earth 2100
    Nemo: that's not history
    that's the future
    Red: And I thought "Dammit all, Nemo was right, and Red was an ignorant d-bag"
    The end
    Nemo: yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
    sounds really fuuuuuuuuuuuuuun
    Red: "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" is a palindrome!
    Nemo: whooooooooooooaooooooooooohw
    oh noooooooo
    one of my army men has a broken leg
    Red: Oh nooooooooooo
    You have two options
    Nemo: but the leg is attached to the base, and the base is attached to the other leg so it's just kind of in place
    Red: Surgury, which involves fire, and the army man possibly melting/catching on fire, or making a cage and putting one of your dinosaurs in it, and feeding all the wounded army men to the dinosaur
    Nemo: hm that second one sounds good
    hey so are you going to that fools and horses thing
    Red: Which one?
    Nemo: the one you copy and pasted I guess
    like the address was in baltimore but then why else would you copy and paste it
    it boggles the mind
    Red: Oh
    I just put that up for no good reason
    Nemo: oh
    that makes sense
    Red: Indeedy
    Nemo: indeedily dokey-ly
    Red: Yep
    Nemo: so
    you should do the slice of life story challenge
    Red: ?
    Nemo: it is a challenge
    where you write a slice of life thing every day for a month
    and then you obtain great riches
    one of those three things I made up
    Red: Oh
    The challenge part?
    Nemo: yeah
    Red: Huh
    Nemo: there are assuredly great riches
    Red: I thopught it was, like, this writing challenge, where you had to right a 3 page story about a slice of your great grandchild's life
    Nemo: great riches in PERSONAL GROWTH
    yeah I have no idea why I'm doing it
    I just sort of am
    nah just a slice of your life I guess
    Red: Ok
    When does it start
    Treat: um two days ago
    you do it on your BLOG
    Bryan: WOAH
    Nemo: WHOAH
    Red: So
    Sent at 5:41 PM on Wednesday
    Red: huh
    We should start a band
    Nemo: yeah dude
    I just need to get an electric guitar
    also when are we going to play simplified dungoens and dragons with dinosaurs and army meN?
    Red: HHHHHHHmmmmr
    1 sec
    Sent at 5:46 PM on Wednesday
    Red: Hahaha!
    Sent at 5:51 PM on Wednesday
    Red: But 1 more minute
    Nemo: aw I don't want to read all of that
    Red: i'm looking for it...
    Still looking...
    Sent at 6:01 PM on Wednesday
    Red: Oh
    But those were the rules!
    Nemo: oh wait what
    put it back up
    Sent at 6:06 PM on Wednesday
    Nemo: ok
    this looks promising
    I may even read it soon
    you should do the slice of life challengezzzz
    Red: I should
    In a bit
    I'm making my blog more pollitally concious
    Nemo: !!
    Red: And by pollitically, I mean, Gingerism
    Nemo: haha I KNEW IT
    you guys are like the Black Panthers except racially inferior to whites
    Red: But this is serious man
    Wanna boycot south park?.
    Nemo: sure I don't watch it very often anyway
    I more or less stopped after the pee episode
    Sent at 6:14 PM on Wednesday
    Nemo: what is this
    what is this bar on top of your blag
    Red: It will make sense in a little bit.
    But now I need to do my enlish homework
    on the iditarod thong
    How long was your jack london thing before formatting?
    Sent at 6:38 PM on Wednesday
    Red: Hello?
    Nemo: um what
    Red: Did you get any of that
    Nemo: I don't think I did a jack london thing
    Red: YOU DID
    I SAW IT
    Nemo: um okay if you say so
    I have no idea how long it was
    Red: Ok
    Sent at 6:44 PM on Wednesday
    Nemo: Also if you are writing a thing about Jack London I insist that it be titled Jack London Calling kthxbai
    Red: YES
    Sent at 7:25 PM on Wednesday
    Red: Ok
    Sent at 7:46 PM on Wednesday
    Nemo: okay time to CHECK THIS SHIT OUT
    Red: Have you reded my blogzzz?
    Nemo: I am doing so RIGHT NOW
    Red: HOORAY!!!!!
    *Throws hat in air*
    Nemo: what you have a hat
    Red: UM
    And I just threw it in the air
    Nemo: can I safely emote:
    *snatches hat and absconds with said hat*
    Today we had our writing SOL's today?
    Bryan: Huh
    I am illiterate
    Nemo: kind of ironic, isn't it?
    today we had a test on how well we could write today
    Red: Just a lttle
    Nemo: I think I did really well today
    Red: You can quote this conversation
    Nemo: also
    Girls, you are too confusing. Just going to say it. I think that every buy ever will agree with me, even William Henry Harrison.
    Red: DAMN IT ALL
    Nemo: you know who was a decent president
    William Henry Harrison

    Red: For all of 2 months
    Nemo: huh, I guess the big WHH is also a theory of superconductivity
    ...and an episode of "Lost"
    Red: So
    I unjustly criticized William Henry Harrison
    He was a pretty decent president, but didn't live long enough to follow up on that
    You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villian
    He died a hero
    Batman can't do either, becasue he's not a hero
    He's just a professional BADASSSSSS
    Or, as gordon says, "He's the hero we deserve, but not the hero we need."
    But of harvey dent, not twoface, "He was the hero we needed, not the hero we deserved
    Sent at 9:28 PM on Wednesday
    Nemo: wow is this what happens when I walk away from the monitor for a bit]
    I get a fucking novel
    about batman and william henry harrison
    well sir
    blow it up to 350 words and you have yourself a book deal
    Red: !
    Pretty good, you?
    Drat wrong conversation
    Sent at 9:33 PM on Wednesday
    Sent at 9:59 PM on Wednesday

    Saturday, March 6, 2010

    Solsc: I love parties & dances. I don't really know why though... Also, I turned the stop drop and roll into a dance move.

    Friday, March 5, 2010

    SOLSC Day 3!

         Well, nothing much really happened today, except that I realized that I am no good at saying stuff. Also, now I'm watching Snow Dogs, for I am determined to watch every movie about Sled Dog racing made in my lifetime. Are there any others?

         So, a slice of my life, which truthfully isn't that great. Today during lunch, one of the people at my table gave me a handful of raisins. And, me being a cocky son of a gun that I am, I threw them up in the air and caught them in my mouth. I got pretty good at it! I managed to catch 6 in a row too! Of course, about 1/5 went on the floor, so I picked them up. Then the lunch staff person came around and confiscated my raisins. I think that it was worth it.

         Yeah, I know, that was pretty lame, but to make up for it, here's an Instructable I made, all by myself! You could go to the link, or I could just embed this! Also, I personally think that I took pretty good pictures, but, that's me and my low standards for myself...

    Dr. Magnetic Dinosaur (Or How I Learned to Stop Searching and Love the Earbuds) - More DIY How To Projects

    Thursday, March 4, 2010

    SOLSC Day 2!

    Well, SOLSC Day 2! Time for a slice of my life:

         In the mornings, students wait outside the doors to our school, I don't really know why, but it helps with crowd control and keeps us from breaking the school. So, standing with a group of people, one of the girls in the group noticed a lady waking a dog, now, this dog was really skinny, you could count the ribs, and someone made a joke that she needed to feed her dog. I don't know whose idea followed, but someone thought it would be funny to all yell at her to feed her dog. Granted, more people than not thought that this was a bad idea, including me, so they counted down, and 3 or 4 of them shouted out "Feed your dog!" and began laughing, until the woman turned around. I ditched and merged into another group of people, and pretended to be looking at my friend's Ipod, not wanting to get in unnecessary trouble. The people that did yell tried to run, but the woman recognized them, and told them how she had just adopted the dog, and it was a rescue dog, and how to show a little more respect in the future. Luckily, I was unnoticed, and didn't get in trouble at all.However, the assistant principal of my school saw the events, and talked to those who were scolded, and was not happy at all. Those who were busted had to write a letter of apology, and do community service. Granted, what those people did was stupid, but I disagree with their punishment. I personally do not think that the school should require them to write a letter of apology, I'm sorry, but my school is not my mother, I'm going to look for my moral lessons elsewhere, thank you.I understand disciplinary actions when there is something inside the building, and even if there is a serious offense on the school grounds. But, that kind of scolding from the administrative staff for a couple people making a stupid joke, then getting told off already? That seems like overkill to me.For instance, if something like that on the street, the recipient would tell you off, and you would realize that you were a jerk, and that would be the end of it. However, I also find some fault in the woman. I'm sure she knew it was a joke, and that the group of kids were just being knuckleheads, and she could have just kept walking. Now, this next part is going to come out wrong, but I think that that is a problem that many older women, and some men, have, they don't understand when something's a joke, and feel the need to tell someone off. I don't really know, but that's just based off my observations, and the ListServe...

       So, DC Legalized Gay Marriage! Take THAT Archdiocese!!! But, it's more than showing the Catholic church what's what (My church is FULL of hippies, gays, and lesbians, go figure) but if the country's capital can do it, why not the rest of the country?

        I am confident without a doubt that if Kurt Cobain was still alive, he would have, at one point, gone on a really great harmonica tour, and it would have been the greatest things ever. Now, since he's gone, Dave Grohl, if for some unforeseen reason, you stumble across my blog, I'm a huge fan! But, you have to do the harmonica tour! It's all up to you man! Also, why not start off back in Northern Virginia, you know, that place where you grew up? kthxbai

        That's about it for today. Well, tomorrow I have a concert, so, sleap would be nice. Thanks for reading this far!

    Wednesday, March 3, 2010

    Politically Conscious! SOLSC Day 1

          I've decided to make my blog more politically conscious, and by that, I mean Gingerism-Conscious. This is troubling, to say the least. The levels of hate crimes are rising more than since the witch burnings!  Here's a Google search for Gingerism, today, it has about 8,770 results, tomorrow probably more, the day after that, god knows. (What is this?),
    Related News: I'm going to go and beat up these kids.

    With that out of the way, I'm working on The Slice of Life Story Contest, thanks to Nemo's Peer Pressure. Here goes:

         Today we had our writing SOL's today. They were pretty fun I guess. The teacher whose room I was in kind of droned on when explaining the rules to us, becasue none of us had heard them 37 times before. I was tempted to write about Carl Sagan, (I don't want to say the prompt, just in case the writing police are reading this...), and then I realized that I don't really know anything about him. So, I picked Theodore Roosevelt, who is a pretty cool guy, I think. Starting off was a bit difficult, but it was easy afterwards. During the editing phase, I realized I have no self-confidence in my spelling, even though the vast majority of the words I thought were right were wrong. Go Figure.
         I bet you want some kind of lead up to these events, don't you? Ok, I'll comply. So, I was pretty tired after I woke up, and- HOLY CRAP I NEED TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    *33 Minutes Later* Ok, that's done, time to continue with the story: -my mouth hurt (Braces Stink), so I decided to do 100 sit-ups, and took some ibuprofen. Things were better. I wolfed down my breakfast, and was about to run out the door, when I realized I needed Balto. If you haven't seen it, you should. It is a great movie, and if you don't like it, you are a terrible cynic who thinks that you are more mature than you actually are (Unless of course, you're an adult, but that doesn't mean you don't like it...). Before TA, I ran upstairs to my English teacher's room, and handed it to her, hoping we would watch it after the movie was over, granted, everyone in my grade would hate it, except for those ones that aren't Terrible Cynics.
         After lunch, we went back to our rooms, and began to work on a project that's due tomorrow, and the teacher turned on the TV, I held my breath, but to my dismay, the movie was not Balto, but, I got over it, THE END.
    Yeah, I know, that's a pretty crappy slice of life, but that's all that really happened today. Tomorrow will be better, Tomorrow's always better (Huh, that sounded like I have some depression issue, I don't! I just have a bright outlook on life! It's remarkable how little those two coincide....)

    So, my bum levels have decreased enough for me to post my various thoughts from my WRITING NOTEBOOK (See I am using it, just like I promised!) here:

    • A while ago, in math class, my friend, sitting in front of me, pulled out Pokey and Gumbo figures, and a squishy octopus. I pulled out some dinosaurs, army men, and a hot wheels car out of my pocket, and when it was time to do classwork, he just turned around to "Work with us", and we just played with toys for the rest of math class, and did a little work... Our teacher walked up, and asked "What's going on?" My friend who pulled out Pokey and Gumbo responded, "Um, they're for inspiration, we can put them awa-" but before he could finish, our math teacher inturrupted him, "Good enough." and walked away. I love math class. Then, in science, we were taking notes, and I decided to build a ramp. I used my music folder coming down from my binder, which went onto my calculator case propped up on an erasor and my book, and onto the lab table. I let go of my car, it went down the music folder, hit the calculator case dead-on, was airborne for 2-3 inches, it landed back on the book at the right angle, kept rolling, dropped off the centimeter difference to the table, kept going, and 4 inches before the edge of the table, it veered left, and stopped. It was the GREATEST THING EVER. I just stood up in the middle of class and put my arms in the air "Yes!". Then my teacher made me take it apart, but it was definitely worth it. Definitely. 
    • In english, we were supposed to write a paragraph in 3rd person limited, and due in part to a bet with the guy sitting next to me, I wrote 3 pages. I was pretty happy with the results actually, and hopefully I'll get it back, and post it on here. In fact, it's one of those stories I'd continue if I wasn't such a bum. Any encouragement? 
    • Girls, you are too confusing. Just going to say it. I think that every guy ever will agree with me, even William Henry Harrison.
    • Two (Really Different) Songs I'm digging right now: Walking on a Thin Line and Lost Cause. I don't know why, but I'm loving them. Also, The Nightwatchman, AKA Tom Morello (Yeah the one from Rage Against the Machine, guess what, it's acoustic!!) Is pretty amazing, if any of you have "One Man Revolution" I will bake you cookies if I can have it, I'm so in love with Fabled City. (You should check them out, or bug me about it!)
    • This is one really long post. Thank you all for reading this far. Here's something to make it worth your while, and also my opinions on you.