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Sunday, March 21, 2010
Did Dinosaurs Break the Sound Barrier? - NYTimes.com
Friday, March 19, 2010
Hrm.
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.
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."
"Sir?"
"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.
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."
"Sir?"
"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
Sleep
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.
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
Overslept.
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."
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.
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!
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
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 ^.
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 ^.
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