I don't have a first aid kit, I have more of a "In Case I do Stupid Stuff" kit. It has a bottle of alchohol, aloe, a crowbar, and chitosan patches.

Pre-Thanksgiving Post Deal Time to Insert Random Words Into This Title Without Making Any Coherent Sense

     Well, I got new bass strings, which feel so much better than my old ones, so gaining the willpower to post here was kind of a challenge. So, I guess I will tell you what's been up, what's going on, and what's going to happen. You could say it's the three paragraphs of day before thanksgiving- dammit. I tried to make a christmas Carol reference there, but it was too wordy. Sorry about that, moving on:

     What's been up? Well, where should I start? My heart is like Samuel L. Jackson and Bruce Willis, and is Unbreakable, or at least to the extent of my knowledge. I found the end of a major sewer system here in A-Town. I've been living mostly on Ramen and whatever sandwich I can throw together in two minutes flat, and 2% Milk. I got a smiley face watch, as aforementioned. I memorized Invictus by William Ernest Henley, and recited it to close to the best of my ability for Poetry Out Loud. I watched Se7en, and part of The Shawshank Redemption, which I need to see (possibly future?). I ate my first Pannini at lunch today, and it was awesome. I changed my bass strings and used the old ones to make an army men zip line in my room, complete with helicopter banking up sharply. I made a Zune charger using an old Zune cable and an old Cell Charger for a phone that I no longer have, using only a butterfly knife and hemostats, and it works. I picked up some buck-fifty Halloween/Christmas lights at a dollar store, which was a great deal. I finally finished a game of monopoly, my first ever! I then crashed at Nemo's house, jamming on guitars and listening to music and debating over existential quandaries until four in the morning this weekend, and I made it through a day of school today, one filled with loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of my pitiful meaningless existence.

   What's going on? I'm wondering if anyone got the Weird Al reference in that last line. I'm apologizing for making lists, and not adding any links, but I am really tired right now. Battling with ZoneAlarm for control of my computer and access to the internet, now currently realizing that it's just that my router is garbage. Back online. I'm working on making Dead Drop number four, but I'll  need more flash drives after this... I resisted the urge again to go onto the Facebook, and am determined to finish this post. I'm thinking about what to write here, and am just typing words and the occasional numeral at this point. I am dreadfully far behind on my homework, and am listening to Joe Strummer & the Mescalereo's Streetcore for probably the tenth time. This album is amazing. And at a lack of anything else to say, would politely like to ask you to dinner this coming Saturday, provided I am back in town. Wondering why "implore" seems to have such negative connotations, because of the similarity to "deplore"?

     Plans for the future, I'm going out of town for Thanksgiving, and need books to read. If you have any suggestions, I implore you to post in the comments. I am going to go to sleep soon, because I am incredibly tired. Hopefully I will get new pickups for my bass, so that it is super sexy, and good, hopefully. I'm the one bringing doughnuts to the party in Bio tomorrow! Hooray! Doughnuts! I am hopefully going to get new batteries for my camera, because I am out of that supply. Also need to get Inkheart, because that book has disappeared from my bookshelf. Drat. I, uh, wish I could say something really cool, but I'm so tired. I plan on just getting a bunch of army men, and having a super-intense army man battle over the break, and would like to get that Dead Drop done and set in stone. Hopefully, I've used that word so much in this post, christ, I can do all of those things if I just put in a little effort, the only hopefully is hopefully I can open up my heart a little and someone will return the gesture. But apologizing for that last sentence, that was Nemo's territory and I am backing off. Also, I need to fix my tuning peg, because as of now, my bass only has three...

    Well, thank you all for reading, and have a good night.

What's on my Mind

Dear The Exploited,
 
     Your song "Sex and Violence" is some of the most important social commentary I've witnessed in a long time. It's a bold statement about how easily our attention and hard-earned dollars can be bought with the pormises of sex and violence. The heavy drum intro is evidence of the heavy undertones it has in our society. The whispering gradually growing into screaming represents the inital taboo of those two topics, but they're being ever more played into our society, and what the hell am I saying?

    The three words of the song are "Sex and Violence", it's simple, it's catchy, and it's effn' brilliant. And it's all that's on my mind.

Two More!

     So, I got two more Dead Drops down today, albeit I did completely put off homework... Anyway, if you are reading this, why are you not grabbing the nearest stack of burnable holy books, putting on an adult diaper and pointing your car towards DC wrapping up your flash drives and getting some cement?


     In hindsight, cementing a flash drive to the Washington Monument was a guaranteed way to get shot...

 

     That would be the last post to this blog, probably a posthumous guest post by Nemo having claimed my phone. Then throwing that phone into the Patomic, with the knowledge that like the flash drive, this blog had been cemented shut.

     But, despite the motto, I have a little bit of good judgment. That doesn't by any stretch mean that I'm not daft enough to get myself shot, just not today.
 
    That said, is anyone up for painting a mural of Obama in the storm drains?

With Helping Change the World Comes Getting Locked out of the House

        Dead Drops, originally used by spies to transfer information and materials without the risk of having to meet up, have been re-imagined for the 21st century. Dead Drops are a kind of file sharing, but without the cloud! I trust that people will be cool with it for at least the first couple years while it's still underground. Because in all honesty, the majority of people are good, there's just the rare punk. Anyway, they are USB drives cemented in public places, allowing users to leave pictures or text, and read some as well. I set what I believe to be the first one in the DC area up today. for all you Arlington Residents, it's the fountian by the Clarendon Metro station, inbetween Wilson and Clarendon.

Vetran's Day

     So, I realize I haven't been posting enough lately, so I am here to rectify that. Heh, Rectify, that's an SAT word right there, I think?

     To explain that last post, I truthfully dislike Arial font. It irritates me far more than it should. I guess I hate how it looks so weak. It's just I think that the serifs of times new roman or Georgia look for more powerful and formal than Arial. That's all for that topic.

     Picture Time!

Roar! No Math!

What is on my Wrist.

Signalling.

Aiming

Looking down the turret.

Taking cover.

Radioing in.

Rounding the corner.

Lobbing.

Lobbing in the open.

View from behind the tank.

From behind the APC.

Running.

I. Hate. Arial.

Things that are far easier than they should be: Proving Arlington the best county in Va.

Things that are far harder than they should be: Making a necklace.

This Is Turning into Twitter and Photos Isn't it?

Take it t mean what you will.
Related.

Professionality

     So, I would consider myself a professional at Injuring myself with molten plastic and similar materials. Homework, I'm not so good at.

Tiny bits of plastic

     Related: my hand is covered with tiny specks of plastic...

Dear GOP, winning the house won't repeal the health care bill, Obama still can Veto. Sorry.

2020 Prediction: Democrats are bought out by corporations and big buisness through excessive tax reductions. Nouveaux Fascist-Beauraucrats.

2020 Prediction: Republicans become more moderate, gain foothold with the generation that grew up with Jon Stewart as a TV Personality (Now Ex-Congresman).

2020 Prediction: Tea Partiests have formed an independent third major party, absorb all the absurdity from the Repbublicans and partially Democrats.

When I vote, I am sooo gonna mess up the exit polls.

Also Rand Paul, there are upper classes, and middle classes, and lower classes. I do not like you.

Ron Paul's lost the race for office more times than I can count, but change the 'o' to an 'a' and add a 'd', and you have the winner of Kentucky.

I like this Marco Rubio fellow.

In Nebraska, you only need 300 thousand votes...