"Congradulations guys, you just ran across the Rock Creek Parkway."

Sucumb

      So, through a clause or something on that competition that I hadn't foreseen and through Nemo's overwhelming persistence, one of the three slots on the competition are filled. I think it is a fluke, but based off of the overwhelming evidence provided by the movement of "A Road that Disappeared" to a top secret location, along with a new alibi. Then, this movement thing meant that A Road That Disappeared is, in fact, a new blog created by Nemo.

Dammit.

Competition

Aw, guys, no one has taken up that contest offer that I posted a really long time ago. It's still open, because I don't think anyone made a blog, or if they did they didn't tell me. You should do it!!!!

Also new prize, the winner will receive a one of a kind hard-copy blog post (of course it is from this blog, so don't get your expectations up)! Woah! Think about it, dooooo ittttttttt!

Sick Day

     In my rapidly unfolding efforts to make it impossible for you to read all my posts, here's the latest installment in "The Life and Times of a [Stupid] Ginger". (Cool anagram time?)

    So, today I stayed home sick, and somehow I feel worse now than I did this morning. Also this happens almost every day that I stay home sick... Or even fake sick! Anyway, it probably is for the best that I didn't go to school today, instead I sat ad watched It's Always Sunny, Invictus, and slept. And I took two kinda sorta good monotone pictures.
 
     That's all.

You're gonna be lonely, hungry, and tired in this life. The trick isn't keeping tham from happening, but accepting them when they do.

I Gave In

     So, I went to see the Facebook Movie. I gave in. Also, I'm not going to say anything that you can't already find everywhere else on the internet, so I might as well say nothing.

     Which I will.

   

Why games like Second-Life are dumb. Sure, you can have spontaneous techno raves and explore sewers, but that's the kind of stuff I do in real life.

Because at the End of the Day, this is What it Boils Down to.

"I believe in one thing only, the power of human will."

Joseph Stalin

Space Story Thing Part 2

     I leaned in closer, when I felt something pressing into the soft back of my suit. In my mind, I knew that it wasn't Jim trying to get my attention. I stood up slowly, with my hands in the air, figuratively of course. The thing in my back pressed in harder, and I stood still. "Jim? What's going on?" Silence. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on, when a gloved hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.
     It looked so much like us. Sure, the thing was seven and a half feet tall, and it had only four fingers, but the thing that I couldn't get past was its eyes. They were glowing.  I was thankful that our visors were tinted, because it felt like those eyes would burn a hole in my head.
     The creature returned my stare, though through its visor the creature's glowing eyes scanned my visor, unable to find any biological features. My eyes were still transfixed on its, when I noticed its hands in my peripheral. The thing the gloved hand was holding was obviously a gun, though not of any human making. And the glove that held it only had four fingers.

Brutally Dishonest

I Apologize That I am Incapable of Emotion

     So, Invader is a pretty cool dude, putting Mosaic Space invaders all over the place. I feel overwhelmingly like I should get one this. Also, I really want this book.

    In related news, Nemo believes that I should say this should be my new mantra, "Dear people of the internet, I will do something tomorrow that seems stupid and irrational, but have no fear, it is well planned out."

 What says you, internet?

This Kind of Thing Must be Important, Because Somebody Ripped Out my Page in Your Telephone Book

      Well, so contrary to most blogs on those interwebz, mine isn't "scene" or "created by attention-needing folk who want to seem edgy ad different and in turn are all the same". I like to think that my blog is different, but in all honesty is it's just a collection of random crap, but it is leaning pretty far to hipsterdom, thanks in part to my overly-liberal use of song lyrics as titles. Hopefully a continuation of that story will reverse that trend.

     The ride was a bumpy one, go figure. Back on Earth, electric cars were being sold as having "the smoothest rides." Give me a Jeep any day. Plus, the moon could use some greenhouse gases. But before I could follow up on that thought, we were outside another lander. The door was open. Never a good sign, I thought as Jim led the way inside.
     Looking around, nothing was disturbed, there was even an open pack of cheese whiz, I was hit be a sudden pang of hunger, and stuck it in my pocket for later.
     Jim was back outside, "Hey, come look at this."
     He was staring at the ground, "Uh Jim, what's so interesting about dust?"
     "Nah, it's what's in the dust."
     I stared at the gloveprint in the ground in front of us, "So, they came outside and tripped?"
     "Wasn't them," Jim said, pointing at the fingers, "only four."

In the hospital for the first time since I was born.

Bohemian Rapsody: Garunteed to make a group of people any size burst into song.

My daily dose of dinosaurs: "A Sound of Thunder" by Ray Bradbury

Lunar Part 1

     Flames shot past the windows as out pod reentered. We were hurtling at the speed of sound, straight to the Indian Ocean, without a parachute.
     Back on Earth, news had just reached them that we touched down on the lunar surface. We were the second crew in a week to touch down, and we were supposed to rendezvous with the other crew an hour after we touched down. It's been three. Radio transmission has been sketchy all day, but for all we know, they could be in the shadow of a crater. I was about to rip open a pack of cheese whiz, when the radio leaning on the pod's door lit up. I sprung over to it, and brought the radio up to my ear, "Where are you guys?" I barked into the receiver.
     "Just a little late...," Jim mumbled, barely loud enough for me to hear him.
     "The radio lit up again, but the only sound that came out was static. "Hello?" No reply. Our radios were on a closed wavelength, the other crew were the only other people on the moon that had access to it.
     "Where are they?" Jim asked through a mouthful of "mountain bread".
     "Not saying, and watch out man, you're getting crumbs everywhere."
     "Try radioing Phoenix, they keep tabs on our suits, right?"
     "They don't have GPS on the moon bonehead."
     "I know, but our navigation is based off of the stars, right? And radio triangulation stuff, so couldn't they use the radios in our suits to figure it out?"
     "True. I'll ring Phoenix," I replied, as I turned a black knob on the side of the radio, "Phoenix, this is Dropcap 2, do you have any information on the whereabouts of Dropcap 1?"
     "Roger that Dropcap 2. Well, based on their suits, they're still at their touchdown point."
     "Which is ?"
     "Half a mile due West."
     "Thanks," I turned back to Jim, but before I could open my mouth:
     "Let's roll."

Homeless vetrans, while they may be starving and half frozen to death, those are their ideal fighting conditions.

79 Steps, less than that of the Philadelphia Art Center

And Now, Back to your Regularly Scheduled Inanity

In my defense, my handwriting is usually better.

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     Well guys, I apologize for the Tomfoolery and Shenanigans of the past couple days, well, at least my past  me is. I wrote these two posts (and presumably a few more) in math class on 10/1/10, and tomfoolery ensued.

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     Is it just me, or have all of my blog posts written in the past two weeks been written during math class? This
can mean only one thing! I should start writing this blog in binary!

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Currently being confounded by fingerless gloves.

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