Sunday, December 31, 2006

Wow...

100 posts in one year. Wait, I mean no more 2006. 'bout friggin' time, too. I'm done with 2006, I was done with this year about September. Good riddance. Happy New Year everybody! Here's to the last 100 posts, and to 100 more! Cheers!

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Why...

do people never assume that I'm perceptive? Wait, no, don't answer that.

Monday, December 25, 2006

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

Thursday, December 21, 2006

The delight that will not be...

Trying to think of a new theme for posts. Happy Winter Solstice all. So now the earth is being hurled towards the sun at an uncontrolled speed. Hope that works out well for ya'll.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The delight that will be...

Michelle and Ferrin's new family. Many congradulations, you both deserve your happiness.

The delight that wasn't...

work. I usually enjoy it immensly. Certainly wasn't making friends tonight, but I could tell that the rest of the crew was having trouble with the same.

Monday, December 18, 2006

The delight that was...

the realization that I've been blogging at relatively the same time every night. Enter "The Blogging Hour". Seriously, though, I think I might start getting to bed on time.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

The delight that isn't...

suddenly remembering that I have to be AT WORK at 5:30am tomorrow. And it's already 11:50pm. Great. But at least I got seasons one and two of 'Arrested Development' to accompany my sleepiness tomorrow afternoon. Did I hear an "Arrested Development Marathon" mentioned?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The delight that is...

blogging barefoot on the new carpet that was put in today. Ya'll are welcome to come on over and give it a spin. Can life get better? I submit to you, my friends, that it cannot. You'd be hard pressed to convince me otherwise.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

The premise of the argument...

"You've no reason to be back here."
Bite me. (I'm still working on it).
"Oh, sorry" I say. "I was just putting this bucket of butter back."
"Well, your M.O.D. (Manager on duty - as if the manager's going to be anywhere else but on duty.) has the card for the commissary, they're supposed to be the ones getting stuff from here."
Did I say I was getting anything?
"They told me I could get a card from the bakery and..."
"You're not supposed to be getting cards from the bakery. How long have you been working here?"
You did NOT just go there. Besides, my M.O.D. was watching as I was told to get the card.
"About six weeks. Sorry, I guess I didn't know."
"Well, you should ask your M.O.D. before you take stuff anywhere."
I usually like to put "Will ask questions before doing anything that requires independant thinking" on my resume. People like that.
"OK, I'll do that next time. Could I have you put this butter away for me, then?"
"No, you'll need your M.O.D."
Again, BIEEEEETE MEEEEEE. This is especially annoying since all us professional theives dress up in server uniforms to steal $20 in Coca-Cola syrup from the commissary anyhow. The motivational poster about efficiency (a poster that hangs on the 9th floor) flashes through my head.
Pythagoras: Hey, have either of you seen my sandals? I can't find them anywhere.
Me: No.
Guy: Nope.
Pythagoras: Eh, thanks anyhow. *leaves*
OK, jeremy, calm down. Cool, cool, calm peaceful. He's doing his job, there's a reason for these rules, and you don't need to get upset about this. Cool as a cucumber. It's just trifling. Make the molehill. Visualize the molehill. Visualize.
Silent pause. Well, actually, I think Evanescence was playing in the background. Amy Lee is an awesome singer. And I answered him not for the space of an hour. Well, it sure seemed like it.
"Alright. Again, I didn't know, sorry about that." I say in my most sincere voice yet.
"Well, now you know. Just act like there's no door here when it's closed."
I calm myself down as I get back in the elevator with my bucket of butter to take back to the 9th floor. Luckily my M.O.D. is standing right off the elevator door when I get off.
"Hey. Couldn't find the commissary?" she remarks.
"Nah, some guy down there wouldn't let me in. He said that only M.O.D.'s are allowed to take stuff back since they have the cards."
"What? That's ridiculous! We don't have time to waste doing that! Here, I'll take it back. Just so you know you should be fine taking the card from the bakery."
Yes! Redemption! I wasn't in the wrong! This is SO getting blogged about.
Wait, no, I was still wrong to get angry. I'm probably in the wrong to be blogging about this, but it gets the point across - crappy attitude ruins people's days. It took me a few minutes to get all happy again so I could go out and serve the sweet tour group their ice cream. But at least I wasn't passing it around when I got back. The attitude, not the ice cream. I mean, seriously. Anyhow, I didn't mean to get everyone down by reading my post, but just remember: It takes 100 muscles to frown and only two to reach over and jack someone in the face.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

The cost of living

The following post has been mulling in my mind for a while now, and is less jovial than my usual postings. Sorry. It comes in part due to the following:
1) I've been noticing two attitudes of rich people at my job: a) those who could be classified, "If your rich and you know it clap your hands". b) those who could be classified by, "it's been taken care of". This is the attitude that you have a vague notion that somebody is OK enough financially, then they do something that surprises you that they can afford it with such nonchalance. I have no problem with either attitude. I'm not going to label one of the other as being the 'correct' way of being rich. Along with earning money, one earns the right to how that money is spent. As long as they're not spending it on the forces of evil on a bozo nightmare, ban all the music with a phony gas chamber, it's fine with me. I digress.
2) In my anthropology class we've been studying American culture, particularly consumerism and capitalism. The thought question, worth 25 points on the final, was about being wealthy. 5% of the worlds population controls 50% of it's wealth (basically America and Europe). Part of the essay discussed 'the responsibility of the wealthy'. I hate that term. But interestingly enough the balance of generosity and wealth shows that the wealthy are disproportionately more generous.
3) I've been doing a final paper in my writing class about economics, mostly about debt (The paper's title is "Blissfully Red: The benefits of debt in economic America).
4) I've come to realize that the only way to get wealthy is by making yourself wealthy. If you're working for someone else, you're working to make them rich, and it very rarely will pay off for you (although it could, but it's rare). Of course, I guess a good definition of rich is 'always a little more than you have'.

So the question I submit is this: Is it my responsibility to be as economically prosperous as I can be?

I have a responsibility to myself to fulfill my goals. But other than financial stability and some nice comforts like a safe home with a yard, I'm not driven by luxury. Money's nice, but it's not going to help me spend time with my family, make memories more vivid, or (hopefully not) change who I am. Money isn't happiness (as Hollywood stars very effectively demonstrate time and time again). Happiness is a decision. So why be rich? Hmmm. I guess tolerance draws from the soul, and being rich means that you don't have to be as tolerant because you can afford to change things the way you want them. That sounds like it could assist in being happy.

Of course, if I'm not wealthy there's a greater chance that my children aren't going to be wealthy. I'm not talking about spoiling children with freebies, either - just opportunity. Let's face it: the public school system is out of balance and favors rich neighborhoods. Not that being rich leads to being smart (when we moved to Chicago, my brother and sister were leaps ahead of their classes even though heaping loads more money is put into the public school system there than here), but the idea again is opportunity. There's the adage, "Only the wealthy can afford the cost of wealth". What if I could afford greater educational opportunities (I'm not talking private schools, I still believe in the public school system. I'm talking within the public schools) for my children - am I obligated there? Since my economic status will affect my children, do I have to be responsible to them? But I could teach correct economic principles and have my children govern themselves.

I'm leaving the religious factor out for the time being. I wouldn't even know how or what to word.

Well, anyhow, it's all fun and good until someone gets hurt. Good luck to those whose goal it is to live the American Dream, perhaps our paths will be similar, or mutually exclusive. I think I'll end with some quotes by Benjamin Franklin, Mr. $100 himself: "The eyes of other people are the eyes the ruin us. If all but myself were blind, I should want neither fine clothes, fine houses, nor fine furniture." (The Real Benjamin Franklin (1987), pg. 364), and "When you have bought one fine thing you must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece; ... ' 'tis easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy all that follow it.' "(The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanac, and Other Papers, 227).

Monday, December 11, 2006

So...

How are finals going for everyone?
Yeah, me too.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

The morning after...

Look, where I was trying to go with this is that I cried when King Aragon sees his hobbit friends again and they start bowing to him, then he streches out his hand and says, "My friends! You bow to no man!" then bows and the whole kingdom bows before them. It was really cool. So, long story short, those fithy hobbitses stoles my precious and destroyed my Pilot G2 Pro in the fiery pits of Mt. Doom. Sorry, I'll try harder to come up with something better.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Day after yesterday...

Decided to keep my precious pen home today. After yesterday's scare we didn't want to chance another loss. It's safe for now, close to where we can keep an eye on it.

Day...well, whatever day I'm on...

I thought I had lost it today. I wasn't sure if it was in the office, searches proved futile. Finally someone whom I had lent it to returned my precious pen. Certainly won't be in that predicatment again. I felt powerless.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Day six... (sorry, day five found me a little busy)

Some girl at the reception I was working asked if she could borrow my pen to write something down. I noticed that there was a guy sitting across the table with a pen in his coat pocket. Obviously she couldn't resist the pens charm. Amazing possibilities with this. Further research to be conducted.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Day four...

Used pen to endorse a check which I deposited today. Somehow this pen has the inherant ability to make me richer - more research is required.

Day three...

Didn't have need to use pen today. I sense this pen might have some inert balance of negative karma, further research to be conducted...

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Day Two...

I doubled the notes that I've taken all semester in my Writing class just in today's lecture. My what a difference a pen can make... Also edited today's Salt Lake Tribune. I didn't realize such power could come from such a simple writing device.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Day One

Tales of my new G-2 Pro Gel-ink pen with .5mm tip:





Day One:
Bought pen. So far, so good.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

You always wonder...

How people get started. This is hilarious, you'll just have to trust me on that.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Confidence...

I'm good enough.
I'm smart enough.
And Doggone it, people like me.

Moses 1:13 - And it came to pass that Moses looked upon Satan and said: Who art thou? For behold, I am a son of God, in the similitude of his Only Begotten...

Humility...

I'm so dependant that I'm, like, INdependant. Which is about as competent as I am, as well.
"It's not so much that I suck as an individual as it is that... wait... no, I guess it's all that I suck as an individual" - FinanciaLee

Moses 1:10 - And it came to pass that it was for the space of many hours before Moses did again receive his natural strength like unto man; and he said unto himself: Now, for this cause I know that man is nothing, which thing I never had supposed.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Squil recommends...

1) Brushing your teeth after every meal. Yes, it was a little extra work to carry a toothbrush and toothpaste around school for a week, but man, what a rush.

2) Setting some mediocre goals amidst your regular ones. Because, let's face it, Angelina Jolie just doesn't hang around hungry alligators all that much anyway.

3) Eating less meat. Wait, does bacon-wrapped steak count as meat? Then, nevermind. Wow, I could really go for one of those right now...

4) Calling Sean Combs by his new recording name, Diddy. No 'P', Sean says just 'Diddy'(unless you happen to live in the UK, where that name is pending on a court case involving an artist currently called 'Diddy'). And if you're still calling Sean 'Puff', get with the times. Again, calling out 'Hey YO P!' is outdated and Sean might have to introduce you to his argumentative and tempramental friend, Glock. Sean, 'Diddy', also revising his 2004 statements, reminds you to 'Vote AND Die'. Sean thanks you. Diddy thanks you. The Grand Ol' Party thanks Diddy.


5)Speaking of voting, Squil recommends testing out the new voting machines for write-in ballot names. If I were to someday vote for my son, Maher-shalal-hash-baz, as a write-in candidate, I would want to make sure that his name would fit.

6) Discovering your RPS profile. It will change the way you play the game.

7) Blogging for a year. Been there, done that, crave more. Total for my first year? 1 post every 3.82 days on this blog. Yeah? Well it's in my top 3 so suck it.

8) Losing the battle to win the war. Yeah, it sucks to lose the battle, we would like to win them all. But at the cost of the war, the battle's just not worth it, don't press the issue further. Just remember the old mantra, "If at first you don't succeed, deny trying". You'll get the chance to rub it in later.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I wanna know...

Who among us flashes their headlights to warn oncoming traffic of cops checking speeding?

Friday, October 06, 2006

What a GOOD game...

I guess you just had to be there. Oh, wait, no - you could've just read aboot it. Why am I such a fan? Sure, the wins are awsome, but you're ultimately opening up yourself for heartbreak, no team wins forever (shut it, Yankees). But I still like my team, even if they are losing.
So fill your lungs
and sing it out
and shout it to the sky:
We'll fight for
Dear Ol' Crimson
for a Utah man am I.
GO UTES!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Just me again...

I wrote down an apology for someone I had in mind to apologize to. Not that I needed it, but if the opportunity presented itself, I would take advantage. It’s not like I was especially in need of their forgiveness, either – I needed more their understanding that although I might do stupid stuff at times, there is never at any time a rationalization for unacceptable actions. Somewhat preventative maintenance. While the comments for which I was asking forgiveness for weren’t necessarily unacceptable, it’s a situation I can use to better illustrate the point. I started out with the assertion that, “Although I’ve been an oaf lately…”. I could be an oaf, I’m not sure – I don’t think most oafs would be oafs if they knew that they were. I wrote it down on a napkin since no other paper was present, which is probably what contributed to its not being used. Sometimes I actually write out a script to the conversations that get played out in my mind. If I’m really determinate on what I’m going to say, it goes on a 3x5 note card that gets put in my right pocket behind my wallet. Should situation demand, the card gets pulled out and read. Less serious, but equally likely, conversations go on unlined scratch pad paper that gets folded into a neat little square and put in the left pocket. These ones never get pulled out and read – I use my right hand as my ‘gesture’ hand while I speak, so this one goes in the left pocket so that I can feel it with my left hand as an encouragement to go through with what needs to be said. As well, I’ll use this method for any situation that might require some ad-lib, so that precise phrasing isn’t as necessary as the thought that gets written down. Exact words are always the intent with the 3x5. Lastly, any scratch piece of paper sufficient for writing will do for thoughts that don’t necessarily need to be carried out, perhaps only if the ideal situation presented itself. Perhaps if I had had a 3x5 handy, said person would have received the intended apology. But the napkin got discarded unused, and a simple greeting was today’s conversation. Funny how that works. I’ve kept most of the 3x5’s I’ve used in resolving situations, or in the ‘D.T.R.’ conversations I’ve had. I think I might throw them out soon. The weirdest thing is that now seeing a 3x5 note card triggers an emotional response. Sorry, this post is a little long. Perhaps I should get to writing a 3x5 for those who endured this one.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

It just kinda happened...

It's only for a month, anyhow... more to come.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Metaphysical geometry

For those who weren't paying attention in your high school geometery class (I'm looking at you, Soufleé), here again are the metaphysical properties of common shapes:
Point: True, or truth - unequivocally correct.


Line: Honest, social, popular


Triangle: Confident, stable, dependable, mechanical


Square: Exact, combination, unified


Pentagon: Safe


Hexagon: Divided yet equal, Yin Yang


Heptagon: Uneven, outcast


Octogon: Inclusive, fundamental


Nonagon: Unimportant, casual, lackadaisical


Decagon: Order, measured, ruled




And a few special shapes:


Star: (Depends on the number of sides, as with any polygon, but generally) Even(coupled), guided, protective (sometimes egotistical in that reguard)

Circles are conducive to the Spirit

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Why I blog - part 1 (Analysis)

"The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death" - Joseph Conrad.

From this article:
“I used to have a life before meeting you. Now I have a bloody blog.” Mike Golby

“I blogged because doing cc: world was cooler and more leveraged than doing cc: (some finite group of people). it's still like that. I literally see blogging as emailing to everybody.” Doc Searls

“I blog mostly because insomnia is more entertaining at a keyboard.” Michelle Goodrich

“Because vanity plates are too restricting and Play Dough is no longer a viable option.” Ray Sweatman

Why blog? This question has plagued morticians, phlebotomists, and philosophers since the Neanderthal first blogged about the awesome bison he just snagged. I think the answer is more in concept than reason. I perceive something about my thoughts or events in such a way that to blog about them makes them more complete. “Yeah, that’s blogworthy.” It makes ideas more livable, and thoughts more believable in retrospection. As well, it fulfills my passive need for validation (thank you, commentors). Primarily, I blog for myself - you should be aware of that. I’ve received many comments of the ‘eh?’ variety, and for the most part, I’ve no inclination to explain any of my postings. In fact, I would state that all my postings contain information sufficient enough to understand in their entirety, if only you had my perspective to examine them with.

Why I blog - part 2 (Admonition)

A word to the wise:

Perspicacity relinquishes its vibrancy in resuscitation through recitation. Experience is never secret, as it always has company in its participants; conversely not public when shared, as its participants were not in company. The infection of recitation still burns the hands of its recipients, but an obligatory dissipation abates potency. Not that I prefer the callousness of sterility (of environment, not self), but by choice I see wisdom in the inanimate, unfeeling surgical gloves. Immunization is formed not only in inoculation, but in indication (relating the foreseeable). Self, not story, is the perquisition of my perusal, whether it be found in writing or in purpose. Sweet sickness is the joy of those who isolate esoteric plagues, with reliable potency, and foreseen results. Bland, monochromatic immunity the fate of the eclectic vagabond, whether he receives it or writes it to be so.

Find that motivating power that drives you to blog, and utilize it for every post. Behind the writing lies the fingerprints of the author, which is what I think makes a good post. When you can strike your own scales that measure effective expression, then validation becomes the nectarous byproduct. I know, this makes the post seem somewhat preachy, but it’s what I’ve been thinking about.

Why I blog - part 3 (Application)


It rained again today.

It seems to be doing that with increased frequency.

Traditionally that happens when a warm front pushes the cold up against the mountains (orographic lifting).

But I guess it must happen in reverse, at times.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Baby Weekend

I apologize; the hospital was unable to provide us with a mustache for the newborn.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

3½ hours of bishopric meeting later...

"Of course cage matches work. If they didn't, they would still be in the cage."

20 minutes before the Sudafed kicks in...

So I thought that I was waaay too tired from the day's activities to bother taking any cold medication before I went to bed. Big mistake, and now insomnia will be my companion until the effects of the medication have a chance to sink in. In other news, biddy du-waaah bap be-diddly deboop du wahbap du weedle bedop du wadu du duwoowww! Hmm, that hurt my head, but now it's down from a hammering pulse to a gentle throb - I think I'll give this whole sleep thing another try. Happy Labor Day to all, and to all a good night!

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Take your time on this one.

Summer vacation pics:








link
Note on the link: the video is 10 minutes long - I would suggest watching the full length of the video in your first sitting for the full effect, so make sure you have plenty of time. You won't be disappointed. No cheating!
Oh, and the video has nothing to do with the pictures. Thank you.

Monday, August 28, 2006






(friggin' awesome).

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Meh bones are achin'...


I sense a conspiracy. OK, so there's no proof, and when I Google "Pluto conspiracy" it's mostly opinion and yadda yadda about tradition and such, but somewhere along the line there's money being made. Perhaps the people who create displays for planetariums who are behind it. Perhaps its people who see future prospects in asteroid mining and feel they might run into P.R. battles with mining a planet. But for one reason or another, some 'authorities' that come out of the blue and happen to meet in the most corrupt of the OECD countries (What does the Czech Republic have to do with astronomy anyhow?), and make a decision. The decision that what has been grandfathered in as a planet suddenly ran out of insurance months and cannot be covered under the company's umbrella term as a 'planet'. Somehow it suddenly became too much for a solar system to have a 'planet' named 2003 UB313 entering into full coverage, so they changed policy. SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY, and I will continue to devote spare Google time to continued research on "Pluto conspiracy" until I get bored with it and move on. I envision the day when children will be able to sleep soundly without the fear of having their home classified as a 'dwarf planet', as if it's a sub-human relict of the real thing. Won't somebody please think of the children?!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

And thus it begins again...

The amazing thing is that I signed up for the hardest class to get into just today, with school starting tomorrow. Hope ya'll the best semester yet, whether you're returning to the school scene or not - l'chaim!

Monday, August 21, 2006

Robot Pirates

Not to be confused with space pirates.
Robot Pirates:
1. Career choice programmed

2. Robothink

3. Replacement hands in stock (replacement legs apparently on back order).

4. Assimilate the village

5. Plan of attack: the one that presents the greatest efficiency

6. 01100010 01111001 01110100 01100101 01101101 01100101!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

What side be ye on?

" The more I observe people, the more I return to the truth that people often fit into two catagories:
There are Vikings, and there are Pirates "
- "Captain" McMurray, former missionary companion








Viking:
  1. Career choice made of necessity

  2. Groupthink

  3. No hooks for hands: you go without

  4. Burn the village

  5. Plan of attack: I smash your head open and take what I want. Hence the axe.

  6. YAAAARG!
Pirate:
  1. Career choice was an option given to him

  2. Individual goals

  3. Hooks for hands if needed

  4. Take what you need. Leave the village to be plundered again.

  5. Plan of attack: be devious, backstabbing, sly, sneaky, and use trickery. Anything to avoid a frontal assult

  6. Aarrrrrr!

The fifth point is probably the easiest to use to reveal somebody's character, although at times you can be mislead. After all, there are times when a Viking needs to be sneaky, and times when a Pirate has to go in guns a' blazin'. Me? I'm a Pirate. I rarely risk more than I have to gain. Although in relationships I always try to convince myself to be a viking, since they have more confidence. Too much thinking can lead to doubt, just rush in and start smashing things. Many of my friends are Pirates, since that's who Pirates tend to get along with, but not all of them. I first was taught this principle four years ago today, and find it surprising how often I agree with my friend.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Because sometimes my nephew is too cute...

So, I came across these pictures while going all Zen on my computer files. And because you've now clicked onto my blog site, there is no choice but to look:
These are from the Oregon coast, my nephew was about 1.7 years at this point.
You see, my nephew has some genetic thing where he eats whatever he wants and is still freakishly skinny (he must get it from his Dad's side of the family, because I can't think of anyone like that in our family). Here, because he's no waist to speak of, there was problems in the baggy pants department. So it was kinda funny to see him walk three steps, have to pull his pants up, repeat. Aaah, the little gangster, hooded sweater and all.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Ummm...

Click on the picture for the story. I imagine these rooms would be quite disorienting.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Since everyone was seeking my approval...



A productive morning...

1. A 6:30 meeting and then two whole hours of this. I'm almost to the end of Monsters, Inc. as you can tell. I fell asleep almost at the beginning, and woke up shortly before this point.
2. I love Thursdays - they're the great average day. If you were to ask me to point out an average day in the life of jeremy, it would most likely be a Thursday.
3. Synergy - the energy gained from sinning.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

A Festivus for the rest of us.

"A sugary reminder"
Yes, my friends, this is my family re-using my brother's wedding cake as a birthday cake for my dad. Why five candles? They sit exactly where the plastic pillars that held the next tier up were positioned. Although this did cause some pondering: why is the cake cut at the end of the reception? Tradition should be that you have a large picture of the cake (maybe a cardboard cutout or something), and you cut the cake first so that you can feed it to all of the guests that come, rather than the select few who are left at the end after they've had their fill of chocolate eclairs and piroulenne sticks and those cocktail weenies that are swimming in the extraordinarily rich sauce. Dog-gonnit! That's how my funeral...errr...wedding's gunna be run.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Well, at least it's a dry heat...

I've developed a theory that cold lemonade on a hot day (or any day) is a blessing from heaven. As such, it depleats my blessing savings with blessings that could be recieved in other ways. If only I could get online and manage my account, this wouldn't be a problem. As is, I think I'll limit myself to two glasses per sitting. Granted, an extra glass per sitting isn't much, but these things add up over time.

Exhibit B

Since one copyright violation wasn't enough, I've also decided to post Exhibit B:
This certainly isn't The Pretty Little Gentleman.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Lio

So, since my review post two posts ago, this cartoon came out:








I think this might be the start of Lio's downfall. I don't know if the Des News community will be as forgiving. The Emperor's coming here?

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

You know you've been in the lab too long when...

"What are you talking about? I always sleep like this..."

Monday, July 17, 2006

Some assembly required...

"foleyage"
So, recording foley work was pretty fun. Of course, we got in a little trouble throwing rocks on the dock, so it didn't end so well for the partner doing the sound recording:


Thursday, July 13, 2006

Why the comics suck... an optimists' opinion.

I want your opinions on the comic strips you enjoy or love to hate, as well.
Note: this post is best read when accompanied with the comics section of the Deseret News that was published on Wednesday, July 12, 2006. I suggest digging it out of the trash. Good, now that you have your paper we shall go through this strip by strip.
Fox Trot: I love how the comics pages starts out with Fox Trot. Quite frankly because I think it's the comic that I get the most, as a nerd. This installment isn't very funny, which causes me to focus on the technical inaccuracies: mainly that Jason is playing mock World of Warcraft on a mock iMac. Which would not meet the system requirements for playing World of Warcraft. And knowing Jason's father, they probably don't have a high-speed internet connection, making his playing all the more improbable. We move on.
Crankshaft: Not a particulary funny strip to begin with. I do like how the characters have been aging slowly over time, so that the story somewhat progresses. I found today's installment to be quite rudimentary, but coming from Crankshaft I didn't have high expectations.
Hi & Lois: For some reason I've always used Hi & Lois as the barometer for gauging how funny the rest of the cartoons are that day. It's rarely let me down. Today was dead on: the cartoon seemed a little canned, like a re-write of some origional joke. But three cartoons in and already I sound like a pessimist. I'm just very particular when it comes to the comics page, that's all.
Rose is Rose: to speed things up, I'll just say that the punchline could be seen a mile away. I'll admit, Rose is Rose is a little bit of a guilty pleasure of mine: it's uber-cheesy but it still manages to give me warm fuzzies.
Bizzaro: Very off day for Bizzaro. But it does remind me of a good quote I heard today: The athiests live by the motto that life sucks and then you die. Theists, on the other hand, have a more optimistic view: life sucks with a purpose, and then you die.
Ziggy: I think this cartoon has kept WWII rhetoric alive in our country. Perhaps Ziggy is a vetran. Might explain the whole short thing. Thought from today's installment: It would be cool if a little light that said 'Sayonara!' blinked on right before you died. Of course, not the way I'd choose to go, but as long as I'm going, not a bad choice either. Also, I don't know if it was intended, but I think that it'd be funny if the car did say 'sayonara!' because it's probably a Japanese import.
Lockhorns: I rarely read the Lockhorns. I don't mean to be overly critical or condemming, but I think it's sad that a cartoon where the couple continuously verbally abuses each other with sharp sarcasm daily is supposed to be funny. What, the spouse is just supposed to say, "Oh, you!" and forget about it? Again, I apologize to those who like reading the Lockhorns, because I don't mean to be overly critical, and I do enjoy their panel from time to time (today's installment isn't that bad), but it's a bit of a hurtful strip.
Buckles: I stopped reading Buckles about a year ago when I realized that I was half way through the same story for the 5th time. Either the dog does something stupid and overreacts and tries to hide it, or the human overreacts and later has to apologize to the dog. Wow, we're not getting too many happy responses with todays paper. I like reading the comics, really - I just think that comics aren't what they used to be.
Jumpstart: I like Jumpstart. I was a bit confuzed with today's strip, as I've not been following the story, but it's not bad.
Mother Goose & Grimm: has lost its edge. 'nuf said. Actually, I can't remember when it had much of an edge to speak of: I guess its had its moments.
Wizard of Id: has a number of strikes against it. First, I think it has lost its edge as well. Second, what time period is this supposed to be set, anyhow? There are poopsmiths a plenty, yet the king goes golfing regularly. Not a big issue, but hey. Three: this installment is about illegal immigrants, which I tend to get a little irritated with people who belittle illegal immigrants because that's who I served amongst in the mission. I'm not for illegal immigration, but it's not as black-and-white as most people make it out to be. And I don't think that there's much room for racial intolerance or belittling .
Mutts: Way too politically charged for my liking. I await the day the cat joins PETA. I like the grandfather figure that wears the suspenders, though, so I'll keep reading.
Sherman's Lagoon: Now we get to the whipped topping. Sherman's Lagoon is the best thing to ever happen to my comic reading schedual. Good heavens, the strip is hilarious. One of the oldest emails I've saved is a response from J.P. Toomey when I sent him an email praising his cartoon. It's the highlight of my reading experience, in case you can't tell. Today did not let me down. Yesterday's was funny, about how being granted the title of state fish of Hawaii would grant super powers. But I will now add "Secretary of Steak" to the vernacular. Awsome cartoon.
Pickles: I could never be angry at a comic written by a fellow Ricks College alum. Good cartoon. Although Opal annoys me, I think she plays an important role in keeping the cartoon alive: kinda like Marge - no one really likes her, but she is somewhat of necessary 'salt', if you will, to Homer's comedy. Otherwise it's just fool-heartyness without the contrast of order that makes it funny.
Baby Blues: Ahhh Baby Blues. Another great comic. Although today's installment was a little canned, I think it fits well. I think the writers of this comic have been able to keep the strip alive long beyond its forecasted expiration date, and it's still funny. I think it has it's lifelong home inside this "Mormon paper" for as long as it needs a place to dwell.
Herman: I don't like Herman, I don't think I ever will. It's the 'Doonesbury' of the Des News.
Family Circus: I think the problem with Family Circus is that it's been waaaay too long since Mr. Keane had kids in his house. A child's naïvity is only funny so many times. Then the child needs to mature, or there's problems. That's not even the whole of the problem. I don't think I know what the whole of the problem is, but Family Circus isn't funny. I think anymore that Mr. Keane is just publishing stories that his fans send in of funny stuff their kids say. That's why "Kids Say the Darndest Things" was only 30 minutes long fer cryin' out loud. It's been time to retire this strip for a while. I'd like to see Mr. Keane try to write some more mature humor for a change: he might just have a heart attack trying to shift on a paradigm.
Bliss: isn't.
Dennis the Menace: see Family Circus - same story, different shape.
F Minus: quite a funny new addition to the Des News. Today's installment is alright, I just wasn't aware that a leprechaun granted wishes.
Retail: You absolutely know that the person who writes this has worked in retail - I think that he has captured quite well the frustrations of coworkers and customers. I think it's also a great eye-opening cartoon that hopefully people will think twice about the customer service workers who are helping them. My biggest qualm recently is people who go through the checkout stand while talking on their cell phones the whole time, almost like the cashier is a machine that does it's job and you hand it cash and then you're done. I almost wanted to tip the Target cashier that was completely invisible to the person in front of me. But I just engaged in cheery chit-chat about the day and such, and I think it helped her back into existance and at least made her not see her job as such drudgery. I don't think I'll ever take a job in customer service again - people are jerks. Oh, and I think that it would be cool to be fired for carrying nunchucks to work. Of course, I've not much use for nunchucku, what will all the secret ninja moves I learned from the government and all.
Drabble: has somewhat lost its edge. This weeks installment is particularly bad. Today's is the stereotypical 'doctors are greedy' gag, not cleverly disguised at all.
Sally Forth: I'm somewhat of a Sally Forth fan. I like the addition of Faye to the lineup - she's a great 'salt' (see Pickles). Today isn't much - just progressing the story. As far as stories go, I think Sally carries them pretty well. Although I think it would help if the characters aged a little.
Spiderman: Stupid Peter Parker! You should've corrected the police scene when you had the chance! Now M.J. is going to think that you sabatoged the set because you were jealous of all the publicity she's getting, and she'll never believe that you're protecting her from the star actress. Shouldn't that have sent your Spider sense reeling? It must not be a sense that's in tune with the female mindset. You hapless, clumsy fool - you deserve the forthcoming wrath of M.J. Man, these story lines take forever to progress.
Rex Morgan, M.D.: I have never read, nor will I ever read, a whole strip of Dr. Morgan. I would like to see some credentials first - where did "Doctor" Morgan get his degree? degreesifyouplease.com? I think the only thing that would be funny about this strip is the amount of time these artists put into drawing a 'serious' comic. If that is your real name.
Mallard Fillmore: Thank you right-wing newspaper. Mallard is somewhat of a lame duck. Today's installment is a little too right-wing for my taste. Although I do agree with the principle that the girl had the right to express her gratitude to God in her commencement address, and I think that would be appropriate. I did like Monday's comment about the A.C.L.U., how if the girl had taken the Lord's name in vain they would probably be arguing her case, not the schools. Anyhow, I don't read Fillmore in the mornings - I just need to be humored, not politically charged. I usually am able to draw upon other's energy for my own, and the comics are a source of energy for me. Fillmore is just too thought-provoking for a morning wake-up.
Lucky Cow: There's a few things I don't get about Lucky Cow, but I'm going to reserve my critquing on this one for now. I think it's rather coincidental that all of the coworkers happen to be in the same grade at the same high school. Must be a burger joint in a small town.
Pooch Cafe: Best cartoon of the day. I think I might try communing with nature the same way on my next camp out. I love Pooch Cafe. I think it's the best at continuing story lines, and it doesn't lose its good humor the whole time. I think Pooch Cafe is da' bomb.
Lio: That is one messed up little kid, what can I say? I think perhaps the absence of a maternal figure may have a bit to do with it. Today's installment is quite canned, but I've found that there's not much depth to this strip. My favorite is when the sadistic little creep covered up jars of wasps with paper mache, creating pinatas out of them. Hilarious. And sadistically twisted. This is the Tim Burton of comic strips. I loved "The Corpse Bride", by the way - nicely twisted.
Flying Mccoys: not a big fan of the McCoys, but I do like today's installment. Usually the humor is lost in the bad drawings. Panel heading: The shallow end of the pool. Guy talking: "I hate how the water messes up the part in my chest hair". Pretty funny.
Real Life: I always save this one for last - it's usually really funny. It's got good taste and is pretty poignent. An O.K. installment, I think the 2nd funniest comic I'd ever read was a Real Life, and I can't remeber the joke. I was supposed to cut it out, but forgot. The funniest being a Far Side that I've kept that I had taped to the inside of my locker all through high school: it's the one about a chicken attached to a single balloon, floating into a samuri bar. I also like the Far Side with the farmer that has a huge branding iron that says,"This cow belongs to Daryll Jones so hands off", with the cows wide-eyed in the background.
Pearls Before Swine: This strip isn't in the Deseret News, unfortunately. So I'll dictate today's strip. Mouse (as a Starbuck's attendant): How can I help you? Customer: I'll have a tall mocha-latte non-creamer dairy style decaf cappachino. Panel of blank staring. Mouse: You'll say "One regular coffee, please" or I punch you in the head. I love 'Pearls'. I eagerly await the day Des News picks it up. Perhaps I should write them a third time.
Anyhow: hope you enjoyed that jaunt through the comics. Again, best accompanied with the page of comics that I was reading. I'll keep it for a while if someone wants to borrow it. But who would want to after reading this post. The comics are the reason I get up in the morning, the rest is just passing the time before I get to get up again.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Pics from vacation

"Solitude... at Snowbird"

"Snowbird Center"

Not quite Edinburgh, but a great veiw anyhow. Peruvian Gulch was closed due to the construction of a high-speed quad that will end up going THROUGH the mountain over to Mineral Basin, but we hiked Gad Valley down from the tram. More to come.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

A release

So, according to 'the book', stagnant energy is bad. And it came time to release all of the stagnant energy that I had captured over the course of two days. The results?
"Stagnacia Minima"
My room now technically has 4-5 cubic feet more of space, considering how much I took out to the trash, but it doesn't feel any bigger. I've found use for my old CD player, which is now installed in a inconspicuous location (not pictured). So,
The red arrow indicates a framed picture of last year's institute choir (aaawww, how sweet...). But, it's only there until I figure out which of the three other pictures I'm considering putting there I want to use.
The blue arrow indicates an addition I haven't used in years, a poster made on the bark of a treethat depicts a white owl, symbolic of health and etherial protection in Mexican culture. Sweet.
The yellow arrow indicates a new addition, a bulleton board. $8.14 with tax at the local Target (thanks, Target).
Yeah, this all took a while.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Soliscitous

Happy Summer Solstice all! So now the earth is being hurled toward the sun at an uncontrolled speed. Hope that turns out well for ya'll. Next topic: "Cleaning your clutter with Feng Shui". Most interesting. I've read the first 2 chapters or so, but once I read this line, it was all over: "Clutter accumulates when energy stagnates and, likewise, energy stagnates when clutter accumulates." I then realized that if I was to collect as much energy as I can, I need to have it stagnant in my room, because otherwise it'll all flow away. I've therefore gotten to this point in creating my stagnant energy capture field:
"Stagnacia Maxima"
The light blue arrow indicates my pile of all the clothing I own (besides what I was wearing when I took the picture - admittedly, I should've been following some of T.R.'s better summer techniques).
The light green indicates the empty closet space where my cloths previously resided in a highly organized state, where much energy could have flowed through before I had a chance to get to it.
The yellow arrow indicates the second garbage bag of stagnant energy I've taken from my room. It mostly contains old birthday cards and shoeboxes full of old junk.
The red arrow indicates the current position of the book "Clearing your clutter with Feng Shui". I've placed it in the position where it's most apt to stagnate energy.
The blue arrow indicates a bag of old books and cloths that have achieved their pinacle stagnation, and therefore are being sent to DI where they can be energy-decompressed.
The purple arrow is my I Banana New York poster, which must be pointed out.
The maroon arrow is my Versa-Tiles placard, which is most effectively stagnating energy.
So now that I've my room in stagnacia maxima, I might go through and read the rest of the book, but I think I'm about twelve steps ahead, so I'll probably skim through and just read the last few paragraphs. I think Karen Kingston would be most pleased. Now I must go push some stuff off onto the floor in order to have a place to sleep. 'Night all.

Monday, June 19, 2006

19 Jun 2006

Alright already we'll all float on
Don't you worry we'll all float on
All float on

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Tribute...


A post to those who can make the sun shine brighter... even at midnight. (aaawww - how sweet...)

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Three Things...

Reasons I got into (and out of) a math minor. This post is pretty much for my satisfaction of having posted it than anything else, so feel free to skip this one.
I recently was cleaning out my room and found a new place for all of my old mathbooks, as well as my old notes. I was looking through my notes and found the following page, which inspired a blog posting within (and why not?). Therefore, reasons:


Ascent into the realm of mathmatics:
1. God has rules by which He governs the Universe, and He obeys those rules. I'm trying to state that as non-pompus as possible, but this seriously was what facinated me most of mathmatics: the pieces fit together and make sense. It amazes me that Libnitz was able to work out a theory of integral, and somehow that theory works across the whole realm of math: it's the same in polar coordinates, in three dimentions, and (as far as we can tell) hold up at infinity. And somehow in the connectivity of Physics I can take the integral of velocity and somehow get my acceleration (which is why I used Libnitz and not Newton, since Newton was trying to link the two in the first place). It's cold, it's emotionless, but dang, it works.

2. Math blows my mind. The above picture are my notes utilizing one of my favorite formulas (highlighted in picture): the Dirichlet Function. Dirichlet came up with a theorum that states that for any two irrational numbers (numbers that cannot be expressed as a fraction), no matter how infintessimally together they are, there exists a rational number between them. So the Dirichlet formula utilizes this idea: the formula is that every rational number is expressed as a 1, every other number is expressed as a 0. The amazing thing about this formula is that it is defined for every number that exists, but there are no two points next to each other with the same value. It is everywhere defined, but everywhere discontinuous. That blows my mind. Another principle derived from this idea (also by Dirichlet) is the pigeonhole principle. The one that always gets me with this one is the Birthday paradox, which states that you only need to get 23 people together to have the odds greater that two of them will have the same birthday than that none of them will. That blows my mind.

3. People think that your smart if you take mathmatics. This is kinda a stupid reason to take mathmatics, but putting "Math Minor" on your resume would help anyone in any field. It's a very rigid, intense discipline that requires a lot of study, and I think anyone can appreciate that.

Retreat from the realm of mathmatics:
1. First and formost, I'm stupid (no surprises there). What can I remember of my Math 3320 class? That I like the Dirichlet formula. How much will having taken all those math classes help me in the future? I can't even calculate the improbability because I have forgotten how. Some of the principles that were repeated often enough help, sure (everybody was impressed at my work when we tried to get the dimentional weight of a box ([length x width x height]/194) and I knew 16^3, but that happens when you work with a binary number system long enough), but not enough to rationalize the cost.

2. Work load. I had to study twice as hard just to keep up with the class in some of my classes. Last summer was the last math class I ever took. I decided I was done after that. Why? Quite literally, when I wasn't at work or in class, I was working on these problems. This class lasted sixteen weeks with homework due every other week, and most homework was "do 10 of the following 12 problems", and you were graded on the top nine that you got correct, with 102% possible (the highest nine problems constituted 100% of the homework). So we're not talking many problems here. However, I worked on these problems around the clock, often pulling an all-nighter the day the homework was due (which I always tried to avoid, but never could). This class kicked my trash. I've only one class higher than it that I would have had to take for a minor (the next in the series), as well as a few lower level classes, but after having barely passed that course, I fear for my sanity. Not only that, but I would probably have to re-take a few courses to re-learn all of the math I've forgotten in 10 months.

3. It's not necessary. I developed the following theory since my first year at the U: smart people graduate with a degree in Computer Science. Really smart people figure out how to graduate without having to take a course in Computer Science. Since I'm not a Comp. Sci. major any more, I don't use this phrase much, but I think it's applicable. I was putting myself through a furnace of affliction to become something that I didn't know for sure that I wanted to be in the first place. It's been a great relief to be able to set that aside without too much regret.
Anyhow, no one cares, but I wanted to post it anyhow. And I really do like the Dirichlet formula - very cool. (Willy hears ya. Willy don't care.). I've got a theory: smart people will read this post. Really smart people will get through my blog without having to.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Too often...

To repose linguistics in the inconversable inquiries to our nature would be the Kozmo of the cosmopolitan. The aggregate of soul masked o'er by the visage not of what's seen, but rather the unruly processed photogenic of perception. At times what belies this masking mere remuneration, but mostly the mental composing its own symphony (at times cacophony) to befit the present melodic chords, thusly: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; but only to that eye which is currently beholding beauty. Therefore let it be ill for those beholding ill, and in all otherwise harmonious." Our caste thusly cast, there is overtured to us amends to the chiseled overture of perception, and often note by note we forge, form, and frame. One is sometimes remembered for the answers that they gave, but never forgotten for the answers that they were.