Wednesday, December 27, 2006

It's a Festivus Miracle!

So obviously that whole "Reduce Speed or Die" thing never happened, which is extremely unfortunate and quite distressing for a number of reasons. That dissapointment brings me to a tradition of a holiday I almost celebrate: The Airing of Greivances. And since it happens to be close to New Years, this will be an Airing of Greivances: 2006.
First off, last winter's running. Probably in the neighbourhood of 400 miles plus weightlifting. Problem: too much mileage too fast, and too much pavement because I was dumb meant I was in for a couple very painful 13 milers, lots of biking (too little too late), and the shitiest track season ever. Oh, and that stupid heart rate monitor I had to wear, it was uncomfortable and freaked out when I passed invisible dog fences. Actualy, I hated that whole heart rate system to pacing, it didn't work (maybe because I didn't pay any attention to it).

Next up, Old School Klingon. You used to be so damned positive and it pissed me off. You probably got enough punishment from that frisbee already, but here's your shout out for being all "puppies and unicorns". Fuck You.
Then there was French3, another miserable year of dumb french class with a mediocre teahcer. God I hated that, especialy that book that was actualy in French; my introduction to real slacking.

On that note, junior year as a whole deserves a greivance shout out for being so damned hard and destoying my social life...wait, I didn't have one. But you still destroyed my work ethic by basicly using it all up.

Track season needs a big mention. Every track season has been depressing, but this one was serious because I was so badly overtrained, I don't think I had a single good workout. I also didn't have any PRs, except that one at Quads, but that was in the 15'. I almost hung up the ol' spikes it was so bad, and my confidence is still shot from it. At our championship meet, I was seeded to win the slow heat for my main event (woot, 3000m), I mean I had pole position at fucking New Englands and didn't have a shred of confidence. Fuck that season.

Then of course, there's AP exams. That was the most hellish week of my life. The stress randomly got to me and I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, developed nasty hypochondria, and was convinced I couldn't breathe most of the time. By the way, I have an intense fear of suffocation. Or at least I do now. I can ligitmately say that AP week left me permenently scared. It sucked, I got so sick, well it wasn't that sick but I never get sick so it felt bad. Now I'm afraid of stress, which might prove to be kinda bad.

Ooh, then there's "Her Jackiness" (so named because of the pedestal I put her on) who was way too nice to me, which didn't help my neurosy at all. I suppose most the blame ought to be mine for not getting how not into me she was or how little that kiss meant (to her anyways). But she's still a whore.

I definately deserve some shit here, because I've done all sorts of stupid shit to myself. Like overtraining, or totaly misreading HJ or that time I punched a wall (but that was '05 so it doesn't count). There's no doubt I did more, but I can't really remember it so here's a big Fuck Me.

And then there was that weirdo anxiety thing I had this summer, probably a biproduct of the aformentioned AP thing. I never did figure that out and it kept me very scared and weirded out and contemplating counciling and suicide (never seriously, of course, purely academic). Nothing is more debilitating than being afraid of being afriad, makes it hard to risk anything.

Summer training; not hard enough, and hamstrung by a fear of overtraining I got from the winter fiasco. Plus my confidence was still low, I had trouble getting the motivation I needed (have struggled since too) and didn't do any abs, all of which caught up with me.

I must also touch on the general suckiness of this summer and the fact that nothing happened. I didn't get a job, never really bought into the post-HJ "shiney medals, motherfucker" theme, didn't get that D&D group off the ground...just didn't do shit. Thats basicly the story of every summer of my life, high expectations and low results. Acualy, I think thats the story of my entire life.

Comparative Government, English, Chemistry (and later Astronomy); all classes that have been extremely dissapointing in my schedule that was supposed to rock this year. Even with my triple science courses couldn't save me from mediocre classes. *sigh*...

And this whole senior thing hasn't been all it was cracked up to be. Thats my fault really, I guess I'm just not cut out to be a leader. Bonfire especialy was a dissapointment, more high hopes and dissapointment. I wanted to be all tough and haze kids, but ultimately I didn't bother and failed.

Then (oh my God), Cross Country Season. My last season, supposed to be my best season considering I was a captain and we got to host New Engands, etc, etc. Turns out I didn't train enough so I never even PRed and struggled with motivational issues the whole time ultimately resulting in a less than gutsy and very dissapointing last race. And the team, which at first showed such promise, developed the worst attitude I have ever seen on a XC team. Plus I was so beat up by the end I could hardly walk. So much for that great experience.

As much shit as I might take for this, I'm gonna mention everyone's favorite rebound, 'lexi. Oh, all my youthful lover's dreams consistently destroyed by her not being exactly perfect (hm...who really needs to get blamed for that...). I mean, who would've thought she was a Yankees fan...ew.

Star Trek XI?! I...I just don't get could you?

And this weather, up until like today, has been pretty pathetic and not becoming a proper New England winter. Shame on you. And shame on North Carolina for being so damned far away. Who came up with that idea? Fuckers.

So there's the worst of 2006, or at least the parts that come to mind. But I'm not bitter, honest.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Reduce Speed...Or Die (Part 1?)

I lead a pretty uninteresting life, unlike many of my fellow blogonauts who can write about their daily adventures in the big, bad, real (?) world. So I am very pleased at the possibility of my having a very blogable (do you think there should be two 'g's in "blog(g)able?) adventure. Actualy, the chances of it are pretty slim given my parents' apparent attitude on my going places...some parts of 17 definately suck.

So anyways, as this seemingly boundless 3 week vacation loomed ahead of my classmates and me, we began planning at least 4 or 5 trips to see various people or go to various places, everywhere from East Cannen (I should probably be able to spell the names of towns in my state...oh well) to Toronto. One such trip, not as highly anticipated because it basicly only appealed to me, was going down to the depths of North Carolina to see a good friend of mine (I don't want to drop names and refuse to use dorky abbreviations like "p" so your going to have to deal with pronouns). Keep in mind that she lives 800 miles from me, and I would have to drive the entire distance myself, which is probably beyond my abilities. The parentals don't seem thrilled (or even open to) the idea either, but I really want to see her and it would "make her life". The current plan is to find someone else to keep me company and take an 18 hour, overnight Greyhound ride down there. There would definately be some boredom and fatigue induced hilarity on the way, not to mention tons of awesomeness when I get to see her again. I've always found the ideal of meeting random strangers in public transit to be pretty appealing, I just lack the social skills and iniative...maybe this time will be different. I also think there's nothing as satisfying or worthwhile as doing soemthing sweet and selfless, like saving a friend from horrifying boredom, even if it requires a day and a half of travel. Sadly this is all probably going to remain far from reality, but keep your fingers crossed blogoland.

This Is a Test of the Emergency Alert System

I was just reading over a draft for this post (that has now gone to rest in the happy hunting grounds of digital oblivion) and realized that my writing, which I typicly don't bother to revise or even proofread, is seriously lacking in depth and development. So I'm going to endeavour to write better posts, not content-wise, becuase then it wouldn't be 7th Notion (that was, by the way, a capital "7"), but style wise. And yes, that means Gavrich will stop bitching to me about spelling errors...hopefully.

I'm also going to make another plug for my beloved 'Hall of Fame'. I got the idea from Wandering Sparkle, which I think is a great blog except when she's in a good mood. I heart Em0. Anyways, the idea behind it is to let newcomers see the best of 7th Notion without having to sift through tons of posts like this, and to keep a record of the kinds of stuff that really define this humble blog. So I encourage all of you readers to suggest particularly great (or what have you) posts, past or present, to be inducted.

So that's the post, I figured I needed a "nuts and blots" one to feel like this is important somehow. It also turned out kinda long (at least for the relatively unlettered like myself) so I didn't want to stick it on a more serious (or signifigantly less serious) post. I'd say to expect one of those real soon (like after I edit it), but last time I said that I never ended up publishing it...

Thursday, December 14, 2006

There's A party on the Knoll's 4:40 in the morning, which means about...shit, math...about 22 hours without sleep, so I'm a little out of it. This could be fun.

I'm here with my blog buddies (the Klingon and DR K, who doesn't blog) 'cuz we're out of school for the next 3 weeks and feel like doing some shit. Actualy, it's a lack of shit but thats okay. And shooting stars, those were cool and kinda intense, yet somehow neither here nor there. Then again, nothing in this post will be, because I'm tired enough to not make sense, which is the point. Should be fun.

Mountain Dew "Amp" is way better than "Monster", which apparently isn't recommended for pregnant women, but I think we're okay. I'll ask though....yup, we're good. Gum drops are overrated, as is Captain Planet, but definately not the Green Lantern. He's awesome, but gets no respect. I can really identify with him. And I'm not on drugs right now.

Now, I know I'm only 17 and pretty much not getting any (or close enough), but I just want to go on record as saying I don't like sex, the social element anyways, don't really know about the, I'm a bit of a traditionalist (fuck...spelling) insofar as I believe (typcily mistakingly) that kissing or similar displays of affection ought to mean something, like represent ligitimate feelings or whatever. I think I'm the only one. (tear). But thats a long story and I don't want to talk about, so even if you know me IRL don't ask. Really. It sucks...well, kind of...

On (I swear) a totaly different note, peanuts are somehow ridiculously hilarious (in the proper context I suppose) and guys are humorously uncomfortable about masturbation. Thats why we've come up with so many colorful metaphors for favorite is "flaying my dong"...but you didn't need to know all.

I do hope this isn't dissapointingly (fuck...) coherent, cuz' it isnt really that late (5am now)...maybe I should try again later.

Until then, let me just say that I find Rachael Ray kinda creepy, and Monster pretty dissapointing...should've gone with Rockstar. Hey, that could be a metaphor...dude.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Can anyone say "Ass Parade"?

So obviously I havn't posted in a while or bothered to delete some of the more...colorfull comments. I'd like to extend my sincerest apologies to anyone who's been more than slightly bothered by my lack of posts, Steve Jobs (don't ask), Sara from Syria (if your a real person), and of course anyone who clicked on the "ass parade" link (can't say that I did, but it couldn't have ended well). However, if you clicked on "Naruto xxx", then you deserved whatever you got, so don't come bitching to me. Fear not though, I got around to putting up word verification, lets just hope ms. ass parade was a bot.

I think I'm actualy going to post an actual, serious post right now, I just wanted to say ass parade a lot.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Today was one of those days, not the ones when you want to just die a while so it will just end, it was one of the days that seems like a too-perfect microcasm for the whole universe, like everything you understand about the universe is crystalized and displayed in the theatre of this single day.

I was feeling virtuous today (a far too weighty, but more importantly boring subject to get into right now); I did my work diligently, worked on college applications, didn't fuck around playing Unreal Tournament. I decided to go home and work on an RPG I'm designing, which I figure is a more worthwhile use of my time than most of the shit I do. My first mistake was buying a pack of Dots (fucking highway robbery at 2 and something dollars), which by the way are nasty and not a good thing to have make up a signifigant portion of your food for one day. Then, instead of compiling a list of references I'd made but not yet developed in my RPG I decided to chill in front of the TV on a new leather couch. I proceeded to rot in front of "Clerks" (the indie-original, not the newer one thats in color) for an hour and change, eating nasty Dots. I felt like shit, I'd wasted an otherwise decent, constructive day.

So that brings us to redemption. Redemption has always fascinated me, probably because I consider myself more or less a failure have have some sliver of hope left that youth, no doubt, has saved from my cynicism. Conviniently enough, Clerks (an otherwise lewd and mediocre film) had a touching, redemptive ending which I didn't bother watching for some time after the aformentioned feeling like shit. Maybe from all the gloom and misery that is life and low budget comedies we can earn some clarity, get some purity from the crucible of realized sin. Maybe, at the end of a ruined day, we can repair someone else's, like driving to mobil (the same highway robbers that sold me dots, ah, how fitting) to surprise someone who's passing out over a mound of homework with an energy drink.

But that brings us to our second point. As I was carrying that enerfy drink across some treasured 6th-form lawn, I thought about how good a person I was, how much she'd appreciate that little gesture. Honestly, I wasn't in it for any kickback or even thanks, just the thought of making someone's day warmed my otherwise cold and empty little heart. But somehow it didn't work out the way I imagined it and a celebratory arm pump and wry, pointless comment from an onlooker didn't feel the way I thought it would.

Dissapointment, thats that life boils down to in my opinion. Anything that makes you happy, anything you value will eventualy be taken away from you and leave in its place a heartache worth twice the joy it brought you. Maybe that's just my cynicism, maybe its just me that looks (or, rather, stares longingly) into someone's painfully pretty, big brown eyes (unclouded, I hasten to add, by caffine) and sees only a future without her reflected back.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Full Circle

This is kinda old news, but Lance Armstrong said that running a marathon was the hardest thing he ever did. You have no idea how satisfying that is to hear for a distance runner who has to constantly hear about how tough the Tour de France is. Well there you go sports media, try taking those pussy cyclists and putting their joints on hard pavement for a while, then we'll see whos tough. (btw, I do have a ton of respect for Lance and the TdF, I just have more respect for runners).

You know in the old days (the old days, not the 1950s) before systematic scientific thought, kings or chiefs or whoever would rely on soothesayers for aid and advice. They'd probably read tea leaves or ancestral bones or constellations to predict events and suggest arcane solutions that seem silly to us now (maybe like treating wounds with masticated Asfalas). Good things we don't do that anymore.

But have you ever been nearby a bunch of non-techno-nerds trying to solve a computer related problem? They don't really understand the problem so they suggest solutions they believe will work only because they've seen it work in the past (circumstancial not empirical evidence). Basicly, they're modern day soothesayers (except they aren't considered proffesional). "Have you tryed restanrting it?", "um...quit and reopen it", "try jiggling the handle"...oh wait, wrong apparatus. Anyways, isn't it ironic that as technology becomes more sophisticated, it makes us (the people who invented it) look more foolish?

Saturday, November 18, 2006

A Sad State of Affairs

(No, I'm not talking about the quality of my recent posts). I was in the airport yesterday and while I was walking out I saw something kinda disturbing. No, it wasn't OldSchoolKlingon, though he is kinda disturbing to look at. I was heading down this really nice, wide staircase from security and I noticed I was the only one. I looked to my left and saw crowds of people jammed onto a narrow escalator going down a single flight of stairs. Is it so hard to propel from sorry lard-laden ass down one flight of very nice stairs? No wonder our country is so fat and lazy nowadays. Ever heard of the good ol' days, like the 50s, when people were tough and just got shit done. You know how much they would've laughed at escalators. Its a sad state of affairs.
I'm also miserable and exhausted because I spent all night watching star trek and didn't sleep enough. I'm not doing that again...fuck.
Go watch "The Right Stuff", its an old movie about test pilots and they're all tough 50s guys who would probably scale the side of a building over an alligator pit while fighting commies before they'd take escalators. I imagine those guys would've laughed at my manly toughness that day too, but oh well.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

2 Steps Away From the County Line

Cowboy Bob

Chocolate Syrup

FBI Section 7


Chew on that a while.

So apparently I lied when I said I'd blog more, I blame it on other people (see why). I wouldn't even be writing this except for the fact that I ran out of internet and don't feel like doing homework. For some reason I've been online a lot today killing time and I'm out of stuff I typicly do (i.e. the blogosphere and Renaissance Kingdoms) so I'm stuck here with very little to do except write a blog post....about this.

I could talk about gender roles but...nah. That's actualy a decent story about girls, starbucks, and accesories. It kinda got me rejected from the fraternity of manhood...well, maybe not, but there was this Klingon Warrior who was extremely ashamed (actualy he's not much of a warrior, but he was dissapointed). Or I could expand on that whole controlled substance thing and make it more serious, but that'd be redudant and, well, serious.

At least there'll be a big Trek marathon tomorrow so maybe I can blog about that...or the chip guy...

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Hey There

I know that I've basicly fallen off the blogosphere recently, I've been extremely busy. The wait is over though because I mailed my first college application yesterday so I don't have to stress over that anymore. Plus I'm getting sick of Unreal Tournament. I don't, however, have anything to blog about at the moment so here are some awesome pick-up lines I came up with a buddy of mine the other day. If you don't have at least a rudimentary understanding of chemistry, you might not get them but trust me, they're awesome.

"Hey baby, wanna fill my valence shell?" "I'd love to share your electrons" "Is it electronegative in here or is it just you?" "Baby I can rearrange your cations" "Lets go get dissolved in solution so we can trade ions and percipitate because most OH- salts are insoluble!"

...okay, I just made that last one up...

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Pink Starbursts

Everyone knows you aren't a real man until you've killed something. We're also pretty sure you have to catch all objects, bladed or otherwise, thrown in your general direction. What's still unclear is whether or not your manhood is lessened by eating pink starbursts or, even worse, saying they're your favorite kind. Starbursts are excellent candies, everyone knows that, which is why we can get away with eating their fruity colorfullness, but the pink ones are still of questionable masculinity. I must admit, however, that I adore pink starbursts. They are by far the best kind (yellow ones kinda suck, unless you really want something sour). If thats wrong, so sue me because

pink starbursts > my own balls

So yesterday was halloween and I hardly even noticed. I was heading back to school for a long night of doing work and stressing about college when it occured to me that "omg, its halloween". I thought about all the happy little kids going trick-or-treating in their cute little costumes, getting all excited and having all kinds of little kid fun. I remember being a little kid and trick-or-treating around the prep school campus I live on with all the other fac-brats. That was so awesome. I was like 6, and it was just so cool to drive around (we all took with big school van everywhere) and go into all these decorated houses and get candy. Free candy! OMG! And now I spend my halloween hardly being aware of it and doing chemistry labs. Fucking little kids, they don't know how good they have it.

Thursday, October 26, 2006


First of all, I'm disapointed with OSK because, despite saying many times that he would, has not posted on his blog in ages. You would find said blog over on the right (along with the new, super spiffy "Hall of Fame" section) but he hasn't posted in forever and switched to a much uglier template. Get it together.

But I'm even more dissapointed in the Internet. I used to think it was an endless see of mostly useless information and free porn which contained limitless jewels of actualy usefull stuff but that apparently isn't the case (except for the porn, I've yet to find an end to that). It all started last winter, when I got obsessed with curling during the olympics. I scoured the internet looking for curling simulations so I could get a piece of the action, and I found it surprisingly lacking. One version used puppies and the other was extemely difficult and allowed for bank shots (which is cheating). Plus I was terrible. Then came my search for a decent RPG, and although I found one in RK, it appears to be the only one. There was also an incident involving Star Trek paraphanalia which left me very disenchanted with this whole 'internet' thing.

Am I the only one who nievely assumed that there was no end to the Internet? That not only could you find anything, but you could find it in copious amounts. Its like finding out that Thomas Jefferson owned slaves or that Jesus ate babies (too soon?). Imagine if they told you the universe actualy consisted of just this solar system; it wouldn't be terribly inconviniencing (sp?) since you weren't gonna use Lyra anyways, and theres still more shit and stellar dust than you could ever need, but its still really disturbing. At least we still have Santa Claus.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

This is it!

50 posts. I'm very excited, even though 50 isn't all that many. I figure it proves this wasn't just another stupid idea I couldn't stick to, and that it survived past my summer of riciculous free time. Remember those days when I'd write about e-cults and dumb shit I'd seen on other blogs and no one read it? I remember. But now I write about...actualy I have no idea what I write about but at least you can't count my readers on one hand anymore. So heres a little celebration...







That was fun. To further comemorate this super-historic event, I'm introducing the "7th Notion Hall of Fame". If I can figure out the HTML (I do hope that 'hooray' trick worked) it'll be added to the sidebar and have all the best posts, chosen by you. Thats right, you the readers. So please vote by e-mail (not by comments).

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Make Life A Controlled Substance: An Official Petition

Most people try to tell you that "getting high on life" is a good thing, but getting high is getting high. Just say 'no'. I used to be a good kid, I did my schoolwork and stuff. Then I started doing life. No one told me how strong it was, I mean, it sounded so innocent...just go out and have dinner or eat gumdrops or what have you. And sure, I enjoyed it at first. Then a little while passed and I noticed something: I really wanted a little more life. So I lived a little more, then a little more. Soon I was doing it all the time. I stopped doing my homework, stopped running hard enough, lost all my friends...wait, no, that didn't happen, but it was still really bad.

It's too late for me now, but not for you. If you don't have a life (and if you read this blog, thats likely) and someone offers you one, just say no. No. Really, just say no. Life is like an addiction, it'll ruin

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Welcome to the Kingdom, We've Got Fun and Games

A while back, I embarked on an e-quest to find a decent online text-based rpg. I've always loved rpgs (role playing games) and wanted one to do in my spare time, but I was dismayed by all the horrible, cheesy ones I found (no good can come of something that claims "barbarian" is a race and gives level 1 theives fire spells). I was about to give up when I stumbled upon a real gem: Renaissance Kingdoms. Its a classy, economic-based rpg with basicly no fighting and a big base of dedicated players.

I've been spending a lot of time in the local "tavern" (a chat room for players where you can get your character wasted) talking with people from all over the US and UK. Its one of the best social envirerments I've ever been in because the demo that kind of game ttracts is so nice. They're all friendly, intellectual, invested in this fantasy world, and eager to role-play a little. Plus theres a certain real satisfaction you get from sharing a round of drinks with friends, ever if it isn't IRL. Its so fun and the people are so welcomng that it makes me think that, outside of Syria, the Bible Belt, and Fox News, humanities not all bad.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Today I tried to spell "Headquaters" with a 'g'

Its not the only dumb thing I did, I also failed a physics test but thats kinda off topic (which is impressive considering there is no topic). But I also learned something new: when you put something on facebook, everybody sees it. This might seem obvious but I'm apparently not very bright...(for those you you who might know about a certain wall post, that has nothing to do with this, honest).

I've been wanting to use this title for a while, but it doesn't lend itself to an actual post, so I'm gonna do one of those blog-questionaire things I stole off someone else's blog, Anusha's Secret Backup.

1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
Pat Robertson, because it'd be sooo ironic

2.You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
Whoever is was that recorded "loveshack"...(shudder)

3.Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
J. J. Abrams (you'll understand when Star Trek: XI comes out)

4.What is your favorite cheese?
I'm not much of a cheese guy, unless its on pizza so I guess whatever that kind is

5.You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?
lol...just take a guess

6.You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?
Kiera Knightly

7.You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who do you pick?
Jon Bon Jovi, just to be able to say I did

8. Now that you've slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
vault, gumdrops, and the latest 'girls gone wild'

9.You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Iceland, who knows why

10.Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?
get totaly hammered with my new icelandian friends

11.An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It is...?
strawberry daquari

12.Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
I'd go visit egypt at the time the aliens were building the pyramids

13.You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
No outside drinks

14.You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what's the premise?
"Breakfast with Friends", its a seinfeld-esque sitcom but with quirkier characters and more imside jokes that never get explained

15.What is your favorite curse word?
son of a bitch, its not one word but oh well

16.One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?
bend their spirits to my will and start a broadway show

17.Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don't worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely.So what's the item?
my journal, even though its not really one object so much as a pile of loose-leaf paper

18.The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?
try my darndest to get laid

19.You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?

20.You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
Spring Formal last May, I'm not sure which half-hour, probably one somewhere in the middle

21.You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
About 3 weeks after the aformentioned time

22.You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit... you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin'! What country are you going to live in now?
Canada, which is convinient cuz I'd rather live there than year anyways

23.This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?
never having been to a bar, its hard to say

24.Hopefully you didn't mention this in the super-powers question.... If you did, then we'll just expand on that. Check it out... Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like "Dude, check it out... I can FLOAT!"?
my buddy Andrew Blutt, cuz he'd find it so ridiculous and not impressive

25.The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?
JRR Tolkien or Gene Roddenberry, both of the them have so much more to give

26.The Celestial Gates of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn't think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person, etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
My grandfather (dad's side). I never knew him but I'd love to tell him the Sox finaly won (which they didnt in his lifetime)

27.What's your theme song?
I don't really have a theme song, I'd say "How to Save a Life" by The Fray right now, cuz its awesome and I'm obsessed with it.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006


Your always hearing about people's "inspiration", that one seminal moment that shaped who they are as people. Seems like everyone has some sappy story of inspiration about books or people or seeing the bright little light of Neptune from their back porch when they were 10. Personaly, I've never bought into it. I'm not saying I don't beleive all these people were inspired by something, I just think they're laying it on a little thick, and certainly that its something that will never happen to me (the reasons for which are far beyond the scope of this blog). But today (or yesterday?) I was watching the movie "Contact" in astronomy class and the scene where they first discover and decode the Vegan message actualy hardcore inspired me (the rest of the movie is alright, up until the actual contact with aliens, which sucked...though '18 hours of static' is chilling). It really made me proud to be a science-geek (which is to say proto-scientist) and want to join SETI really badly. I want to go into space too, but 'astronaut' doesn't fit into my career plans very well (such as they are).

One life is definitly not enough.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

So Wrong, Yet so Right

...just like being covered in baby oil. Why is it that really ono-PC jokes are funny (and does that make me a bad person?)? I mean, I know they're wrong and really offensive, but they're hilarious. Here's a couple, just for shits.
How many feminists does is take to screw in a lightbulb? Two, one to screw it in and the other to shut the fuck up and get me a sandwhich.
(courtesy of Stanger to Sanity,

Why don't women wear whatches? Because there's a clock on top of the stove.
((courtesy of Ryan Higgins, former XC stud and all-round bigot)

"Everyone say 'railroad'!" (said to a bunch of Asians posing for a picture)

Plus I love bugging one of my Korean buddies with all sorts of Asian stereotypes, like calling him a "Chinaman" and whatnot.
BTW, I'm bugged by feminists, at least the modern man-eating ones.

Everyone Needs to Just Chill

And write, well not everyone, just me. I could blame it on school, but I'm flunking out (relativisticly) or sports, but I'm really slow (ditto) so I'm very ashamed about my bad blogging.

Oh, before I get to the stuff about chilling, I want to say how dissapointed I am with the writer of "I am a big Dork", who hasn't posted in decades (and his last post was about not posting for a week). Your off the links. Bitch.

Ok, news bulletin for the world: Dude (yeah, the world is a dude), you need to chill. Seriously, just calm down for like one minute, take a deep breath, and relaaaaax.

Okay? Good. Doesn't that feel a lot better? Wouldn't we all feel better if we just relaxed a little and stopped caring about all this nonsense? Actualy, I have no idea 'cuz I'm not particularly chill (or cool, don't know if they're related). Would I be happier if I stopped making such a big deal out of how much I miss my "ex", how badly I'm racing right now, getting in college, etc? I imagine I'd be happy, at least for a while. Then after about a month, I'd find myself even slower, rejected at Amherst (assuming I ever bothered applying), else bad. But wait...isn't chilling supposed to be good? I mean, it says it right there in the title...Shit this is hard...


Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Danger Dr. Robinson!

Warm fudge brownies. How appetizing does that sound? Warm....Fudge....Brownies. Mmmmmm. Just like mom used to make and dipped in fudgy good.

No! Its a lie!

The other day, me and a classics-obsessed klingon went down to the local dominos for dinner and a big bag of gum drops. When we order, they (the people there are so nice, its surreal) asked if we wanted free fudge brownies. Who would ever turn down free fudge brownies? Hopefully, dear reader, you will because no good can come of Dominos Fudge Brownies! (What did any of us really expect from chocolaty pastries from a place that makes pizza and wings?). But anyways, there I was sitting in Dominos (yeah, we ate there 'cuz we're that fucking classy) having just eaten a very satisfying dinner and I figure, 'ah, what the hell, I'll try a brownie'. So I pop the whole thing in my mouth and o...m...f...g. It was horrible; hard on the outside, dry and gross on the inside and it tasted like the worth kind of imitation chocolate. Even worse, as I'm trying to force this thing down without spewing it all over that fine (though moderately sadistic) establishment the only thing I can think of is "it's like a fiesta in my mouth" (don't ask). Now its really hard to not spit it out 'cuz I'm laughing so much. But the night wasn't a loss since it involved large amounts of the super-healthy combo of Mountain Dew and gum drops, plus we came up with the ingenious idea of spedning a whole night (and I mean whole night) in the local mobil station, maybe hanging with Steve the Chip Guy.

Back to my point, fudgems (yeah, thats right, these gross brownies even have their own mascot) is an agent of satan.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006


I've stopped reading my horoscope because I found that I took it way too seriously. I suppose the point of it was to give me direction or whatever, and that requires some level of beleif, but I still know that astrology is total crap. Since I'm prone to kind of obsessive behavior and since I apparently took my horoscope to heart, I figured it was a good idea to stop.

My original rationale (for this and other similar things) was to create some amount of order, albeit artificial, to an otherwise random and chaotic world. Lacking any kind of religion (I consider myself spiritualy ambiguous, or according to my facebook "captain crunch") I don't have the luxury of beleiving in some kind of divinely inspired order or plan which means I'm left to struggle with a profound randomness, one might even say pointlessness in the universe. Typicly I'm pretty okay with that kind of chaos, but occasionaly I like to infuse a little invented order into my world. Maybe there's something appealing in the idea of yeilding yourself over to a "higher" power (I'm hesistant to call Yahoo! astrology a higher power). This is probably worth delving into more but I have to go do some moose laps with pick-ups and maybe some abs...

Friday, September 22, 2006

Zombie Invasion

Today was career day here at the Institution, and by "career day" I mean omg-I'm-never-getting-a-desk-job day. See, my calculus teacher somehow got himself into the position of needing to grade a bunch of practice SATs by 10:30 (which was about 2 hours away) so he decided in enlist some of his BC (thats latin for "very hard") Calculus students to grade scantrons for him in return for dohnuts (actualy, I may have been the only one who capitilized the situation to get dohnuts). Unsurprisingly, it was really boring since all I had to do was look at an answer key and a bunch of filled in bubbles over and over (and over) again. I only did it for 30 or 40 minutes, but that was enough to convince me never to get a desk job that requires that kind of work, or anything close to it. I won't become one of those corporate zombies who have their souls sucked out at work! Never! Seriously, talk about lack of fufillment. All day, just looking at bubbles, just another cog in a machine that does nothing but process bubbles and create paper work. Kinda makes you all nostalgic about the old days, when work was honest and physical. Maybe I'll just wait until the robots do all the work for us...

AHH! Robot Invasion!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006


So a few days ago I decided that I beleived in horoscopes. I don't know what brought it about, I was probably just bored. But thats okay, I like basing my actions on largely random, ultimately unfounded advice. I subscribed myself to a newsletter from a moderately sketchy astrology site (aren't they all?) but they havn't sent me anything so I used MSN's horoscope (which, being less sketchy, was not nearly as satisfying). After a couple days it became clear that it was total crap and that laughter wasn't releasing the energy trapped in my lower chakras. I was very sad to lose my new hobby after all of 40-odd hours but today, as if by chance (or fate???) I was checking my yahoo mail ( and I saw a link to their own horoscope section. I figured, "Ah, what the hell" and checked it. Oh. My. God. It was spooky. Seriously, everything it said seemed to correspond (sp?) exactly to whats going on right now. Natrualy I immiediatly (sp?) did what it said and mailed a check to yahoo...

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Toy Box

So I recently discovered this bizarre song by Toy Box (whoever the hell they are) called "Best Friend". Its all upbeat and kinda trippy-techno but in a "unicorns and rainbows" way. It has some awesome lines like "Lets get this party on/ hit me with that laser gun (no joke) and "Your tickles in my tummy/ he's so yummy yummy/ you should get a best friend too". Oh, and they say "hoo-hah" a lot. To make this post work I'm gonna listen to it the entire timeI'm writing, so I'm probably going to be pretty whacked out by the time I finish this.

I actualy should be writing my college essay right now, but I can't get into the topic I was gonna do (self sacrifice) and kinda want to do something that shows off my quirky side, but I'm just a little too depressed to do that right now, and currently the only non-depressing, non-crappy song in my iTunes right now is by Toy Box (keep in mind that right now bascicly any song that doesn't include excessive repetitions of "nah nah nah nah" or mention laser guns is depressing). So hopefully this'll get me in a quirky enough mood to write a super-important essay from scratch...

Speaking of being lonely, I have a new e-crush on another blogger (sorry nerddd, but shes actualy my age). Sadly she lives in Missoura or something. :'(

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Black on Three!

Someone said that I "put the black in black comedy" today. I really dont know what he meant, I mean, I'm not black nor is my humor (or attempts at it) like 'black comedy' (I think)...I suppose it may have had something to do with my XC team's cheer of "WE ARE BIG, WE ARE BLACK, WE ARE [insert name of school here]", which is funny 'cuz are entire team is white/asian (except fram, but hes still technicly caucasian).

But people say weird stuff about me all the time. Someone, whom I hardly knew, once said I was "incapable of experiencing joy", just 'cuz I'm peeved by the way people clap after movies. Sure, I'm bad at happy, but incapable of joy?

Why do people do that anyways? Theres no one there to thank, I mean, its not as if the director is sitting in the movie theatre appreciating your applause. Someone (the same guy who says I put the black in black comedy) once claimed it was because they've just had a "moment" and want to express that feeling.

Pfsh. Feelings.

Plenty of people I know would (will maybe) get all over my case for saying that 'cuz its "disgustingly me". Whatever, niceness still gets on my nerves. Does that make me a bad person?

Oh, and for those among my readers who dont go to my school (both of you), black is one of our school colors, and we call ourselves it a lot for short.


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Captain Crunch Rocks my World

You know what else rocks my world? Yoga. Yup, that yuppy Eastern-turned-Western (Coast) craziness with the variously facing dogs. I had my first yoga experience today with my XC team (don't laugh, it helps) and a tape of some "Master Yee" on a mountain top. At first, it was really hard ("The next time I see a dog I swear I'm gonna fucking shoot it") and hard to follow what with the inhale/exhale stuff and anchoring yourself to the Earth through your legs and all, but then it got all zeny (and it made a lot of zen-sense, not tacky hoaxy-ish at all) and I felt all in tune with the Earth (or at least the tile floor I was lieing on). And though it hurt a lot, when I was done I absolutely felt ready to kick some ass. So now I'm a total convert to Yoga and I'm going to try to fit it in somehwere in my schedule...speaking of which, it's gonna be a bitch finding time to write these (which makes me so not a pro-blogger) now that school is starting up, so I'll just apologize now for the soon-to-be drop off in posting frequency (no one cares...)

Monday, September 04, 2006

The Trophy (ick.)

I apologize for my mediocre photography skills, I hope they're captured the tackiness of it well enough. I do love the "2006" theme though...And have they not heard of putting, I dunno, maybe a runner on top instead of a huge gold star? I don't want to knock the fine people of Newtown too much, but their trophy selection could really use some work.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

I get the Gold Star!

Today I received, for the first time, a prize for athletic acheivement (I got some trophies during my breif tenure in Little Leauge, but those don't really count). Its a big (albiet extremely tacky) trophy for 2nd in my age division (10-19) from this kinda dinky road race, so it wasn't a huge deal success-wise.

I woke up at 5am this morning to drive up to Newtown, CT with a fellow runner. The weather was nice (cool and not raining as they had predicted), and the atmosphere was awesome considering I havn't been at a real distance (meh...5k) meet for 10 months. I really didn't psych myself up enough for it this week, which definately showed during the race. I did, however, entertain some thoughts about running with the big boys, so I went out with the chase pack. I'm not gonna bore you with the details, but the feild ended up being really weak (the winner ran an 18:16) and I got 6th place and a very dissapointing 18:59 on a moderately easy course (thats about a minute slower than I'd hoped for). But it was cool to get an award considering thats my biggest goal for the upcoming 'Cross season (this kinda running won't cut in though).

Unfortunently the trophy is really dorky with this giant plastic gold star on top (pictures pending). But despite that, I ought to be happy with it right? I mean I did win it. No. I hate it. Is this because I'm afraid of happiness? Maybe, but I doubt it. The dorkiness combined with my poor performance has made this trophy represent my own, argueably(sp?) silly, pursuit of athletic glory. See, I'm not very good (see the abovementioned 18:59) but I have high hopes for doing well and winning shiney medals in my last high school season. I'm good enough to, with some luck, do this in my little small-prep-school corner of the world but I'll still be mediocre(sp?) compared to any real scale. So aren't I really going after silly, juvenile prizes considering that most people who win them will go on to struggle to make a DIII college team?

So I've finaly distinguished myself in running (at least in the limited world of the first annual Newtown Road Race) and gotten that coveted award. And it sucks. Fuck.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Back to Blogging

So I realized I have written about blogs or the internet in a while, plus I don't particularly feel like writing about pie like I was going to (stay tuned kids). I used to write about them all the time (blogs, not pie), in fact, when this humble notion of mine first started it was bascicly all I ever posted about. 'Trolin' for new blogs to read has long (okay...4 or 5 months) been a hobby of mine, but in its earliest, crudest stages it consisted of using the 'random blog' function on blogspot and sifting through tons of foreign languages in search of interesting blogs. Every few would be in english and not obviously political or news related (I'm totaly failing at being a citizen by finding that boring), but very few held my interest past the first post or "about me" section. So not unpredictably, I didn't find anything I liked enough to come back to (which made it an awesome hobby). But now things are different. I've found a blog I love that tons of other people read. So now I can read blogs linked to that one, or those published by people who comment there, and then the blogs linked to those. Now I'm connected to a huge (limitless?) network of blogs written by people with approximately the same intrests as me. Its like the Holy Grail.

Looking at the blogs I usualy read, I can see some patterns that presumably say something about me. Most of them are written by self profesed (sp?) nerds, geeks, or dorks (other don't need to profess it), or someone whos obviously not the most perfectly adjusted social type. I guess the style of writing (unfocused, rambling, kinda like this) is no surprise since thats what I look for.

Oh, and a lot of them own that weird? 'Cuz I don't even like cats (my evil cat Stinky doesn't like me that much either).

Monday, August 28, 2006

Thank you Guy

I want to send a big thank you to this guy I met today. See, I was out for a run and felt like shit, I was almost completely dead after a mere 20 minutes. It was really frustrating to feel so weak and woefully out of shape right beofre the season starts and I was really down. So I was stumbling along grumbling and bitching to myself and I rolled my ankle badly. Because it hurt and I was so mad I yelled "Arg! Shit Fuck!" This guy (who I had passed earlier) was nearby and figured that I'd really hurt myself so he comes jogging up. We ran together for a while, chatting about our running, his kids (who run XC in college), etc. He was really nice, and spontaneously nice (Cross Country is definately the world's most courteous sport), and gave me a much needed person to run with for a bit. After we parted ways, I felt a lot better and managed to finish up a decent 50-odd minutes. Considering that my confidence is hanging on the edge of a knife right now and I have a race in 5 days, it was really clutch of him to come along. So thanks, guy.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Fall Back

I was playing Snood today (if you've never played, dont, its incredibly addicting), seeing if I could string together a bunch of "Evil" level wins on Journey (which, I'm ashamed to say, I'm really good at) and I got into the most incredible Snood grooves ever (I suspect divine intervention). I won 18 consecutive games. Thats incredible, unprecedented, maybe even impossible, but I did it. I dont want to think about how many hours I've invested in Snood to get to the point where I can win 18 consecutive games at the highest difficulty (its a lot).

Now, I have no idea what the meaning of life is, but I strongly suspect it doesnt involve Snood (dont worry, I'm not going to go into some huge Snood=life metaphor). So what the fuck am I doing wasting away my precious youth kicking ass at Snood? I actualy dont believe in any grand 'purpose' in life, like we're part of some kind of plan or have destinies or any of that, but I cant deal with beleiving life is totaly pointless. I mean, I dont want to just fuck around with some laregly meaningless career (or even a meaningful one) for 40 years then rot for eternity. We're supposed to be doing something, right?

I guess I have this conception of a "good life" that we're all supposed to be living. It doesnt nescesarily mean we're supposed to save lives or smell pretty flowers or any of that shit. Actualy, I dont really know what it means, other than living with some kind of honor (which is a discussion all its own, but in a nutshell it involves morality, dignity, truthfulness to one's self and especialy self-sacrifice, even as an end unto itself). I guess this is what they mean by "growing up"...dealing with mortality. But I dont buy that I still have plenty of time to figure this out. And god knows I havnt figured it out yet, but I know that whatever it is I'm looking for, and whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing, this isnt it.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

AHHH! Alien Invasion!

Watch out for death rays everyone 'cuz the aliens are here and they're here for blood. They've already destroyed an entire planet because our solar system is down to 8...or Pluto got demoted.

Thats right folks, Pluto is no longer officialy a planet, its now a "Dwarf Planet" (along with Ceres, a moon, and a big asteroid named "Xena"). That means that our solar system only has 8 planets, not 9 like we were taught for so long. Can you imagine how that celestial body orbiting Pluto feels? It was bad enough when it was orbiting the runt of the system but now its orbiting a freakin' dwarf. That sucks. But does anyone really care? I guess its sad that Plutos got cut 'cuz its such a cultural icon (kinda) but ultimately it hasnt changed, just the classification. Although it might commit suicide, and that'd be tragic.

In other news, scientists have developed a way to make stem cells without killing embryos, but the dumbass social conservatives still have a problem with it because apparently any cell is "potential life"...bullshit. What part of their "culture of life" forbids the curing of diseases?

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Sins Against the Father

Let me start out by saying that I'm a huge Lord the Rings fan (books not movies, though they're good) and I'm a purist. I've always beleived in 'geekiness for geeks', meaning that things that have traditionaly been geeky (Star Trek, LR, etc) should reamin at the fringes instead of being mainstream, like Peter Jackson's movies have done (I also really don't like the blatant plot rewriting that he did).

Anyways, I was looking around for a nice LR (I used the abbreviation LR instead of the traditional LOTR because thats what Tolkien used) hat to go with my new backwards-hat-punk look. I was hoping to find something with an onscure reference (hopefully so only hardcore fans would get it) like Gil-Galad (you may have noticed that in my blogger profile for a while, until I realized people might think 'gil' wa my name, not the Elvish word for star), but instead I stumbled onto an official site that had the audacity to put Tolkien's name on something selling fucking action figures. It made me sick. I may have liked your movies when they first came out Peter Jckson, but let me say this to you now: Fuck you.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Taste the Rainbow

Everybody knows that when they eat a bag of skittles they are going to taste the rainbow, but do they really know why? The actual tasting of the rainbow is obviously just the various delicious flavors of skittles (omg product placement) that stretch across the whole delicious candy fuit flavor spectrum, in much the same way as a rainbow has all the colors in the visible light spectrum. But it is not just about the flavors, its about the experience.

In order to fully understand the stunning similarities between skittles and rainbows we must first look at what a rainbow is. See, after it rains there plenty of water droplets in the air. As light waves pass through these water droplets at an angle the velocity of the wave changes as it enters the new medium causing the light to refract and seperate into the distinct colors (which is to say wavelengths, each of which refrtacts at a slightly different angle, causing the colors to "seperate") that we see in a rainbow. The crux of it that the aftermath of a rainstorm causes rather bland light from the sun to become a beautiful array of colors because the different components (wavelengths) of that light react differently to the change in medium.

Now when you think about it, a rainbow is a lot like life. It starts out as a white canvas like sunlight (white light contains all the different colors but is still pretty boring, it just has a lot of potential like a white canvas) but ends up a beautiful and varied array of colors. Rainstorms are like the major experiences of your life the consequences of which shape who you are, just as the aftermath of a storm makes a rainbow a rainbow. The different facets of your being and elements of your personality are like different wavelengths of light that are affected in different ways by experiences you have and its those variations that make you into a rainbow.

Ok, but what does that have to do with skittles? Well, if we take our rainbow=life metaphor and apply is to "Taste the Rainbow" then eating skittles is like 'tasting life' (it just so happens that it tastes like chicken). I figure thats a lot like "sucking the marrow from life" (some famous guy said that) and...wait...what does that have to do with skittles? Fuck.

Well at any rate, go eat some skittles, they're delicious (in seven different ways).

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

A Big Day for the 7th Notion

So I was reading my favorite blog, 'Revenege of the Nerd', and I finally got around to commenting (it was very cool and about Star Trek). Now, in order to get the signifigance of this next part you have to understand that this is a vert popular, very well written blog (and its very cool, but not about Star Trek). She (the nerd) turned down my marriage proposal but apparently liked my blog enough to link it to hers (albeit along with like two dozen others). So this means I have another reader (I think I'm up to five) and I'm linked to a much cooler site! Maybe I should make August 15th a 7th Notion holiday (I don't think 'nerdday' will do since frankly most of my days are like that...maybe SabilaDay)...

P.S. I'll link 'Revenege of the Nerd' to this page real soon-like.

Monday, August 14, 2006

This Way Forward

I've always had mild disdain for people who wear clothes just to make some statement about themselves (humorous t-shirts aside), mostly because I think its just posing that people shouldn't rely on superficial things to define themselves or try to come off as something they aren't. This veiw is probably largely due to my long standing habit of not caring about clothes or engineering a specific 'look'. This bias should perclude me from trying to get some 'look' that doesn't fit who I actualy am (whatever that is). But recently I've been wearing my Red Sox hat backwards which does an astonishingly good job of making me look more punkish and badass, which is my intention.

I've been wanting to update my look (and personality to a lesser degree) by being more punkish and badass (the tattoo is coming, trust me) mostly for the benefit of new freshman (especialy on the Cross Country team). This alone I don't have a problem with, but the whole hat thing runs against the grain a little...or at least I feel like it ought to.

The effect its had already (I've only been wearing my hat this way for a few days) is surprising. Walking down the crowded, suburban streets (filled mostly with old people) I feel all mean and rebelliously teenaged and more confident. I guess this is due to how I beleive people are perceiving me, which might be a bad thing (being defined by others' opinions).

But for now I'm keeping it, and sticking to my story that by looking meaner I'll dissuade muggers and other such undesirables.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Binary Fission

Let me just say this: I'm for it.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Good Day

Yesterday (or maybe the last few days have all just blended together) was a great day for bumper sticker spotting (what can I say, its a hobby). Now, funny bumper stickers are all well and good, I think the best are the ones that leave you wondering "What the fuck does that even mean?" So here are the stickers that really caught my eye recently...

"Make Soup...Not War" (printed by a soup cafe in NY)
"Witches Heal"
"Dominant Paradigm"

These might not seem really momentous, but it was the best day for bumper stickers I've had since the infamous "Ninja Pizza" encounter.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

carbon di-fucking-oxide's really hot here on the East Coast (the better one) right now and its starting to bug me. I've hardly been outside for a few days except to workout (I actualy ran on a treadmill today!) which I have to do in the dark while fending off pedifiles that hide in bushes.

Yeah, thats kind of a diversion but I just want to take a moment to make fun of overprotective mothers who are convinced that if they let their kids outside at night they'll get raped or eaten. Maybe its just because I live in an exceptionaly boring suberb, but its really not that dangerous out so relax. Kids can deal with a little adversity, remember in your day when you'd get rocks thrown at your head just for fun. Just carry a knife.

Anyways, its really hot and I hate it. I'm blaming global warming 'cuz I'm a stereotypical sci-fear (hee hee) mongering liberal (ish). So yeah, I'm really angry with carbon dioxcide right now. I think the shadow government should collect it all and convert the atoms into useful ozone (O3) and huge piles of charcoal (which is carbon).

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

A little too far

okay, i realize that stateshave to advertise to get tourism money but at some point enough is enough...

...and that point is liscence plates. now, theres a lot of dumb license plate slogans (like NJ calling itself the "garden state") especialy North Carolina's ("First in Flight")...i mean seriously, has your state acheived nothing since the wright bros who would've flown in any state?! but what i'm actualy talking about is license plates that are used as advertising, specificly Maine's which is "vactionland". first of all; its not, second of all; thats realy've got a whole state (okay...that state is maine but stil...), cant you come up with something else? Ontario does it too ("yours to discover"). states: this has gotta stop while you still have your pride (so NC can go ahead, cuz its too late).


Monday, July 24, 2006

but why?

So i was watching this show on SciFi the other night, "Dark Angel", which is about this rly hot girl who was engineered to kick a boatload of ass and now uses her powers to be sexy, ride motorcycles, and battle evil. obviously its not particularly good quality television, and obviously it hinges largely on the attractiveness of the lead actress (jessica alba i think). the only problem, at least fo me, is that ms. (oh god let it be 'ms') Alba is too hot...its almost painful to watch. i actualy cant deal with it, especialy when shes trying to get laid ot using her whiles to fight crime (as all female superheros seem to). maybe some guys enjoy watching hot girls in seductive situations but i think i develop too much of an attraction to girls on tv to want to see some other guy getting some from her. so why make a show with such a painfully hot lead? sucks for me...

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Monday, July 17, 2006

random note

some of you may have noticed the link to "Mango Flavored Addiction" on this page (its on your right...keep looking...yeah, right there). its a blog written by a friend of mine (who comments on here all the time). they actualy know how to write well (and puncuate i think) so its a lot better than my blog, plus it often ahs real content, or at least stuff to think about. so i definately recomend visiting it, just dont stop reading this blog cuz no one does and if you left it would suck. really. i actualy put the link on origanly because i was gonna respond to one of their posts, but it turned out that i didnt have anything to say, and it took me so long to edit the hittl-mittl that i didnt want to undo it.

btw, HTML rocks my world!

giving credit where its due...and something about duty

As one of my alert readers pointed out, the content of my last post was taken from Thomas Friedman's book "The World is Flat: a Breif History of the 21 Century" (excellent book, go read it). I dont think it was perjury but I might as well give him his props. But seriously, its a great book, even if its really long, so go read it. Maybe I should start a 7th Notion recommended reading list...

Despite that correction, I want to point out that I have o problem with taking content from his book and putting it on (another) internet forum. After all, it is our duty as bloggers and citizens of the information age to disseminate as much useful knowledge as we can so that all ppl (with interent access anyways) can have unrestricted (that is to say impossible to restrict) access to an incredible wealth of knowledge that was been accumulated by mankind and put on the internet. Oppression is fascilitated by restricting information (and misspelling stuff like 'facilitate') so us bloggers can prevent that, even if all we do is bascicly duplicate stuff.

Oh, and go read the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy too.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

A United Earth

I've always dreamed of an Earth without cultural or nationalistic divisions which would hopefully eliminate warfare and be a huge step towards solving all the world's problems.

But it wont be warfare or a Marxist revolution that will bring about this unity, its fiber-optic cable. In the last few years (since around 2000) economic glabalization has been occuring at an unbeleivable rate. Buissnesses have been disaggragating its production and shipping the individual parts of the process all around the world. Outsourcing is a huge part of this, but its no longer just about outsourcing shoe-making to Asian sweatshops, its sending drivethrough orders to a callcenter 2 states away. High-speed internet and fiber-optic cable have connected countries, or at least the buissnesses in them, to a degree never before imagined. As a result of buissness being so spread out and interconnected, the lines between countries are being blurred. Its no longer clear where exactly something is being produced (and therefor where it should be taxed) and the only way to keep pace with this is to gradualy break down the economic barriers between countries. This will doubtlessly happen because economics are the driving force behind everything that gets one. And once economic divisions are broken down, cultural and political ones are sure to follow.

L'ancien regime is obselete, it cant keep up with rapid globalization and the even more rapid flow of information and buissness thats occuring without regard for national boarders. Actualy, national boarders are becoming obselete because the internet ignores them and the future is really an e-future.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Paperclip Heros

I saw a story in the paper today (oddly enough in the buissness section) about this guy, Kyle MacDonald I think, who, by using the interent (his blog mostly) managed to trade a red paperclip for a house. It took him a number of trades for various things like fish-shaped pens and snowglobes and he had to get all famous and show up on TV and radio shows but eventualy some small town gave him a house in return for a part in a movie (Major Leauge 3) that the town auctioned off for donations to its parks service.

So natrualy this guy is like a hero to bloggers and bascicly anyone cool. He was just some young guy (26) who decided to do something. Its that kind of whimiscal "hey I'm gonna get a house for this paperclip" kind of things that takes drive and faith in the internet and fate's sense of humor. It also acheives very little, which I can respect. This guy became a celebrity because he wanted to get a house for a paperclip. A house. Come on! Okay, so the paperclip was red...but regardless. Hes proof that cool stuff can happen if you put serious effort into doing something random and far-fetched. Apparently one person does have the power to change the world, but why would they if they could get a house instead?

But in the spirit I want to make a humble offer. Its not a paperclip 'cuz I don't want to be a total poser, and I don't want a house for the same reason plus I dont need one anyways. No, I think I want a trip to outer space. So I'm offering a blog entry of your choice (that is to say, about whatever you want) with a shout out to you or whoever you want it to be to, and a signed orignal hand-written draft of that entry (one of a kind since I dont write out drafts for these). Post a comment if you have anything to trade for it.

And btw, I'm totaly serious about this.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

gotta give some props

i've gotta talk about the Scion car company for a bit. when they first came out i didnt think they were ever going to survive, what with the million other car companies already in existence. but it does appear as though they've found a niche (the excessivly badass niche to be percise), no doubt helped by their emphasis on customizing their cars. i think their success in this can be attributed to one of the most successful advertising campaigns ever (corona light is also on that list). they have, from the beginning, concentrated on establishing a character and feel for their products and have stuck with that. everyone knows scions are badass because everything we are exposed to reagrding them is totaly badass.

my one complaint is the xB (which i'm warming up to actualy). for those of u not in the scion know, thats their van which is shaped like a very badass box. honda tryed the same thing with the element, which didnt work. i guess the xB is pretty cool as far as vans go, but its still a box. it actualy gave rise to a new slang (?) term that i invented: to be a box. if something is lame or dorky, especialy if it was trying to be cool, its a box. for instance, u could say "that xB is such a box" (and it is).

spread the word

Sunday, July 02, 2006

The New World Economic Order

you know what the problem with the world is? free market capitalism. u may think its done pretty well, and it has in a way (like making succesful economies in America and, coming soon, China), and certainly it beats communism (at least as its manifested itself so far). but the problem is that it degrades to social fabric and morality of our society by pitting everyone against each other.

in the system as it exists here, theres a limited amount of money that people can get, and we all want money and need money. not only that but so many of us equate money with success and therefor work very hard to get as much as we can. we pursue it to the exclusion of ethics. we always say "its just buissness", as if the acurement of wealth makes anything we do OK just because we were making money while doing it.

how can a society expect to have a strong moral fiber if its citizens are constantly trieing to steal from each other? think in order for a society to truely prosper is if the members of that society cooperate completely. how could this be acheived? i dont know...yet, maybe i'll blog about it in the future.

until then, fight the power!

Sunday, June 25, 2006


optimists bug me. i dont know if that makes me a bad person (and i dont care). i dont really think of myself as extremely pessimistic, though i hear otherwise, and i've been known to be positive from time to time, but i guess i'm not an optimist. and most optimistic people dont bother me, just the idiotic ones who are sooo convinced, despite any evidence or past experience, that everything will magicly turn out great. u know the type, they totaly disregard the existence of bad things, as if no dream goes unfufilled and every heart goes unbroken. i particularly hate people who beleive that good faith and just closing one's eyes and hoping really hard will make things work out.

now, i dont think that the occasional optimism (in moderation) is bad, i'm sure it can be contructive and all. but excessive, blind optimism just pisses me off 'czu its so stupid. guess what; lifes a bitch. theres no two ways around it. that doesnt mean life cant be nice, but there are inevitably bad parts to it. shit happens. it happens all the time and to thik that it never will and that everything will work out nicely and shit-free is just dumb. reality is out there, u cant miss it, so deal with it for chrissake.

Friday, June 23, 2006

rainy days

i was reading one of my all-time-favorite blogs ('welcome for the shout out fraction) the other day and found this little tidbit: "With something that could pass as love on a rainy day". first of all, i dont think rainy days are any less romantic than other days, in fact, they might be more romantic than dryer days.

tonight happens to be a rainy night (coincidence), i think its stopped now, but it was raining steadily most of the night. but thats not really important. i think as far as weather goes, rain best captures the nature of love (clear starry nights do too, albiet more whimsicly). love is bittersweet, while rain is more singularly melancholy. but love is not bittersweet in the way that a sunny day in febuary is. its a kind of bittersweet like rain, thats mostly sad but is somehow more than just that, theres a new meaning behind the rain. i dont want to say that love is all sadness and rain, there are certainly moments of euphoria but i think that mostly its a kind of sweet sadness.

love doesnt make sadness seem sweet, it adds a depth to that sadness that you never would have felt without falling in love. i guess i cant explain it to people who've never felt it (cop out, i know). i guess i'm grateful to feel this way, even if it has over the years brought more heartache than happiness. the happiness certainly makes it worth it, those moments are unlike anything else and i would walk through hell to feel that way, but theres something else that makes it worth it. it adds a depth to my life, a meaning that wasnt there previously. however contenting the rest of life might be, it just isnt the same, it doesnt have the...3rd dimension that she gives to it. sure, the heartache sucks, it really sucks (its my fault though, so dont think its nescesarily part of the package, so to speak) but most of the time, even when i'm not ridiculously happy, theres that something more that makes life complete somehow; that new sound in the rain, that sweetness in the air and in her smile.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Yankee Go Home

so its official: the US soccer team has been eliminated from the 2006 World Cup in the first round. they were beaten earlier today 2-1 by Ghana (hmm...Us vs Ghana? mismatch?). The US team was 0-1-2 in their group so yes, the worlds only super power didn't win any games. this shouldn't come as a surprise, we are after all not a soccer country (the only one) and most of our team probably doesn't speak english since we imported them from countries that actualy have soccer players. very few people here care about the game or the world cup, despite its implications about international cooperation (against the US). really, we shouldn't even go to the world cup 'cuz our people dont give a shit (unlike all those warring africans who lay down their arms to watch the cup) and a country our size has no right playing against little ones like the Czech Republic or Trinidad and Tobago (even though we lost anyways).

All i can say is good ridance, and Yankees go Home!

Go Sweden!

Monday, June 19, 2006

the movies

now don't get me wrong, I love going to the movies (at least when theres good ones out). having to pay 9$ for a ticket at my local theatre is not so fun, but oh well. i yhink the movie industry is in trouble though, partly because they've run out of ideas (half of the movies these days are remakes, sequels, or based on comic books), but mostly because going to the theatre is less of an experience. the problem is that people are getting big HD TVs and surrond sound, etc so they can get a great movie experience at home. some theatres are trying to come back by adding waiters and leather recliners, which is not only wreird but not the point of this post (actualy, the point of it is to get something up since i've written in a few days).

My point tonight is why people think going to the movies is such a great idea for a date. its become the cop-out these days, even though you dont get much of a chance to actualy interact with your date (cant actualy speak from experience, i must admit). maybe people like it 'cuz its easy (low pressure) or they get to sit close to each other in a dark room...actualy thats a good point, now i get it. maybe i'm just weird 'cuz i would actualy want to talk to a girl instead of make out with her (actualy that makes me a hypocrit, cuz i'd love to take a girl to the movies).

yeah...this was pretty much pointless...

Friday, June 16, 2006

back to serious stuff response to the comment made by our friendly local klingon about genetic engineering is "unethical because they take humanity further away from being a product of nature and more towards a product of desire."

While this is true, I fail to see how its unethical. after all, whats so great about nature? i mean, its worked for us pretty well, but theres no logical reason why we ought to revere it as something thats really great. evolution is far from perfect, it has to work with random mutations and existing anatomical structures, and it certainly cant keep up with the pace at which life is changing (not that it even acts on humans anymore anyways). we have always moved away from the natrual and towards what we want, its called progress and technology. we have endeavored for centuries to improve the world around us; better food, better houses, power, medicine, etc. all of this is closer to what we desire than nature, and all of it has helped improve the quality of out lives and culture. improving huamn beings themselves is a logical next step. we could eliminate all sorts of inherited diseases and conditions, we could all have healthy bodies, strong hearts, perfect vision, etc. i'll take that over nature any day.

Keep in mind that i'm not really in favor of genetic engineering (at least in this country) because i think it will lead to an upper class thats geneticly superior which will only worsen the serious economic stratisfication that exists here.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

not feeling so bad anymore...

i have this hobby of checking out random blogs (theres a nice way to do that at the top of this page). i'm hoping to find one i really like, havnt yet. but anyways, i was just doing this and i dont feel so bad about my blog anymore. i found a TON of blogs in spanish (and other languages i couldn't recognize), there was one by a swedish software programmer, but that was in english. there was a nice one with poetry, and a couple stalkerish ones that were all like "i love u, where r u?". creepy. but this is the best; someone had a blog about the adventures of their two kittens, complete with description of their days and random pictures with clishe dumb captions like "helping out dad" (pictured of cat sitting next to a guy building something at his desk). now that is a pathetic blog and those people need some new intrests.

okay...maybe they were baby leopards, but thats no excuse.


So I was reading the newpaper today and came across this article about choosing the gender of babies. Apparently rich people who come from countries where its banned (like China and Canada) are coming here, where theres no regulation, so they can choose to have either a girl or a boy. The process has something to do with only using embryos that will develop into the desired sex, and probably involves destroying the others (I dont really know, look it up).

I'm not opposed to the idea at all, except on the "slippery slope" argument that it will eventualy lead to a geneticly engineered, superior, and ultimately seperate rich class (its the capitilist way, after all). But all those christian bioethics groups are opposing it because they think its wrong to deny life to the embryo of the undesired sex. there was a quote in the article about what people who do this porcedure were saying, it was something along the lines of 'we'd rather you not exist than be in our family as the wrong sex' (they're talking to the doomed embryos i guess). Apparently these groups see newly fertilized embryos as potentiel human beings who deserve all kinds of rights (see the prolife arguments against abortion). but that a slipperly slope too, because when does the potentiel start? isnt each sperm a potentiel human being? we waste those all the time and dont think about it, after all they're just mindless cells. I think, from a biological standpoint, fertilization doesnt change that too much, since the cells still cant think or feel.

sorry about getting so political today, but genetic engineering (and similar stuff like this) and the future of humanity are a passion of mine.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Now all we need is a soundtrack...

A soundtrack to what you ask? To the revoltion silly reader. what revolution you ask...the one i just started, yeah me, right now. Wait, thats already legal in Canada you say? no silly reader, not that revolution, the blog party revolution! I'll spell this out for you. In this new day of internet communications (i really never intended that to become a theme) when so much of our contact involves AIM or blogs or what have you, what would be better than having all your friends over to hang and write on your blogs. Sure, you could just have a regular party (unless your a loser like me) and just talk with people but why do that when you can then post the contents of your conversations on your blog for everyone to read. (btw, my blog buddies are talking about the possibility of nuclear war causing mankind to go extinct...and ED pills)

NEW internet-spawned evils maybe not "evils" per se, but the internet and all its new social oppurtunities have created new forms of rudeness. For instance, there have always been snubbing (passing someone without acknowledging them) but now there is a more insidious form of it: e-snubbing. In case you can't figure it out, e-snubbing is when you IM someone (who doesn't have an away message up) but they don't respond at all. the real problem with this is that you don't know if they're actualy snubbing you or if they're just not at their computer. this can get awkward.

Facebook has also spawned stuff similar to this. heres an example (didnt happen to me, honest): you get an add (friend invitation) from some girl (or boy, i'm not gonna judge) you've had a crush on for a while but who you've never talked to. so your all hopeful and stuff, then you look at their page and they have 200 friends at your school of 400, and you dont feel so special. i guess thats not really rude, but its still a social evil/awkwardness that have been created by the e (thats my new "nickname" for the interent, like it?)

Of course, theres all that stuff about no tone or inflection in e-mails, but thats laregly an issue of the older generation since we have created our own new forms of e-tone (i.e. emoticons)

speaking of which, i've heard theres a march on washington (maybe CA would be better) in the works to get a new "quizzical" emoticon...good luck kids.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Blogging For The Sake of Blogging

I suppose thats what i'm doing. I mean there's a few reasons to blog, most of them involve content or good writing. Some people write about politics or sports or whatever but obviously I'm not doing that. Then there's people who have worthwhile blogs because they have worthwhile things to say about life or they're funny or whatever, so other people might actualy want to read it. Then there's the people who just write about their lives, like the mundane details. presumably someone cares, or else they're just really self-absorbed. But i have enough of a problem with writing personal stuff on the internet that I don't want to do that (plus my life is boring) so that leaves me with pretty much no reason to have a blog. Oh well, I'll try to find one but until I do, i'll just keep blogging for the sake of blogging.

Sunday, June 11, 2006


what is it about cameras that dont like certain ppl (i.e. me) and like other ppl. Maybe some ppl (i.e. not me) are just more attractive and therefore always look good cuz they actualy do...that explanation doesnt make for much of a blog entry though. well, this reason i bring this up is that i was looking at some pictures (again) of me and this girl (long story, maybe some other time) and she looks absolutely amazing (which she always does) and in the majority of them i look like an idiot (maybe i always do), but anyways, not only did it make me feel like i dont deserve her (which i dont, and i dont need anything to remind me of that because its so clear), but it was real frustrating 'cuz i'd love to have a nice picture of us in which i dont look like a total loser. would it be weird if i cut myself out of pictures...maybe not a great idea since i could really see her doing the same thing...

but anyways back to the "topic" (not that there is one really), i hate cameras cuz they hate me, and oddly enough certain more-beautiful-than-anything-i-deserve doesnt...w/e, i'm not complaining

(love you btw, dont be mad about my writing this about you)

Thursday, June 08, 2006


Rant time.

Theres a new phenomenon: e-cults (thats internet cults, btw). The internet is kind of cultish in and of itself, but these things are at another level. They're myspace and facebook, etc (which, I'm ashamed to say, I'm kinda obsessed with). Not only are tons of teenagers using them, but now companies are too. First everybody got websites, now they're getting myspaces. No joke, I saw an FX ad that put their myspace address on the bottem of the screen. I'm not going to try and fight the next evolution in communications (or whatever you would call this), because thats inevitably going to fail. But its getting close to out of hand, theres a new society rising totaly within the confines of e-cults. But then again, they're my people (teenagers), so what am I ranting about? I don't reallt think our society is going to fall apart because people are losing communication skills (face-to-face comunication, that is). Sure, society is going to change, thats inevitable. Maybe it'll even get better, well, at least more efficient and techno-savvy. So I guess we should stop listening to old-timer doom-sayers and join in the revolution. It won't be televised, but it will be on facebook.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Angst (or however you spell it)

So you always hear about "teenage angst" (or at least I do, being a teenager and all), about how we're all screwed up and over-stressed. People talk about it like its a disease (except for the contagious part). I for one, however, don't think its so bad. I mean, the anxiety and rapant emotional issues aren't exactly 'fun' but angst as a lifestyle isn't half bad. You may think I'm crazy, but angst is all we have (plus everyone else's facebook-angst, but that doesnt really count) and we, or at least I, have gotten to used to it to go without it. Honestly, life without angst (or at least the small amount of it that I've experienced) is kinda boring. So let the "mature" people say what they want.

Anxiety is different however. I've recently all but lost my ability to deal with stress effectively (thank you college board) and so have been having these freak anxiety issues, which suck. I guess it don't that bad at any given time, but living in fear of being afraid sucks. I want to be able to have negative experiences or any kind of feelings without getting all anxious.

(and I want a pony)

Monday, June 05, 2006

So what exactly is the Seventh Notion?

It's a good question, considering that anyone who sees this blog will think to themself "what the hell is the seventh notion" (or they will turn to me, and ask it out loud). Well, "Seventh Notion" is the product of a random word generator, at least "seventh" and "notion" are, along with tons of other, less worthy words that have been heartlessly discarded back into the nether of non-expression.

Its also a blog, which your reading right now, so I figure you know that.

I've wanted to start a blog for a while, but I didn't have anything to write in them, and I still don't, but heres my blog anyways. I doubt my life is interesting enough to really be blog-worthy, and I'm not altogether insightful. At the very least I have plenty of problems, so that must be worth something. I promise I wont tell too much about anyone I know, not that anyone else will read this anyways.

It turns out that I really like the title, so I want this blog to not suck, but I'm kind of worried 'cuz this post isn't going very well (I think).
Oh well, "Here I stand, I can do no other, so help me God" (-Martin Luther)