I'm going to rant for a moment.
Somewhere, there is a man who thought to himself, "You know what would be a good idea? To design paper towels that require people to grab both sides and pull straight down in order to remove them from the paper towel machine. If they try to do it any other way, the paper towel will rip and be useless. I will invent these paper towels because I hate humanity."
I would like to meet that man so that I could punch him in the face. Seriously.
Stupidest. Idea. Ever.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Watch the Stars
I'm a late night driver.
I love Bemidji, so when I visit for a weekend, I often won't head back to school until it's already dark. Some people think it's weird that I drive back so late, but there are a couple of reasons that I like doing so.
One is that there's no traffic. It's just you and the road. No cars passing you or slowing you down. No headlights blinding you. Just you. It's a nice time to sit, think, sing, let your mind wander, and basically just enjoy the solitude.
The other reason is kind of an offshoot of the first one. Since I take pretty sparsely populated back roads, I travel through some areas where there is almost no light pollution. On nights like last night, when the moon is gorgeous bright and the stars are shining, I will sometimes pull over and lie on my car and just watch the stars.
Last night, as I lay there by myself and listened to Shinedown play, things were good. No confusion or misery or sorrow. Just the starry heavens. Things were good.
I love Bemidji, so when I visit for a weekend, I often won't head back to school until it's already dark. Some people think it's weird that I drive back so late, but there are a couple of reasons that I like doing so.
One is that there's no traffic. It's just you and the road. No cars passing you or slowing you down. No headlights blinding you. Just you. It's a nice time to sit, think, sing, let your mind wander, and basically just enjoy the solitude.
The other reason is kind of an offshoot of the first one. Since I take pretty sparsely populated back roads, I travel through some areas where there is almost no light pollution. On nights like last night, when the moon is gorgeous bright and the stars are shining, I will sometimes pull over and lie on my car and just watch the stars.
Last night, as I lay there by myself and listened to Shinedown play, things were good. No confusion or misery or sorrow. Just the starry heavens. Things were good.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Get Outta the Way!
Vehicular manslaughter is... bad... right?
Yeah, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure they don't it so much when you do that. Nonetheless, I was severely tempted to commit about 20 counts of it yesterday. I was driving into Bemidji after the two hour trip from Fargo and was looking forward to being back. The stupid 16 year old girl who couldn't see over the steering wheel and was driving ten miles an hour under the speed limit for the entirety of the construction zone just outside of Bemidji had already kinda pissed me off, but whatever. I was glad that I was finally back.
Then, at the stoplight right by where I turn to get to my house, I noticed a bunch of bikers on the road.
Before I go any farther, I need to explain my thoughts on bikers. I don't mean motorcycles, though. I mean pedal bikes. Now I like biking as much as the next guy. It's a fun activity. People who bike really hardcore (think spandex shorts) bother me. Partially because all they talk about it how far they biked and far they are going to bike and how they are doing things to make themselves bike better. Guess what? You may be really excited about the 4 hours a day you spend on your bike, but for the rest of us, it's boring as hell.
The other reason I hate bikers is their "share the road" mantra. They always go off about how the road is for bikers, too, and how cars need to share the road. Well guess what? The road is not for bikes. Bike paths are for bikes. Roads are for cars, no matter what any idiot says. Because cars are an order of magnitude more massive and move twice as fast as you and your bike will ever hope to. So stop being pretentious and stupid and get out of the way.
Now that you understand my thoughts on bikers, let me return to my situation. I'm at the light, and I see a group of bikers, probably 10 to 15 strong. Taped onto their backs are signs that read (you guessed it) "share the road". What's worse, these bikers aren't even the spandex-y kind that can sort of keep up with traffic. They're a bunch of average joes on assorted non-racing bikes. And they're piddling along at about 10 miles an hour.
I was able to restrain my impulses, but I wanted SO badly to spin the steering wheel and send my car right through the middle of their little group. Seriously, though... bikers don't belong on the road unless they can keep up with traffic or stay out of the way. Otherwise you're just making a nuisance of yourself.
Yeah, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure they don't it so much when you do that. Nonetheless, I was severely tempted to commit about 20 counts of it yesterday. I was driving into Bemidji after the two hour trip from Fargo and was looking forward to being back. The stupid 16 year old girl who couldn't see over the steering wheel and was driving ten miles an hour under the speed limit for the entirety of the construction zone just outside of Bemidji had already kinda pissed me off, but whatever. I was glad that I was finally back.
Then, at the stoplight right by where I turn to get to my house, I noticed a bunch of bikers on the road.
Before I go any farther, I need to explain my thoughts on bikers. I don't mean motorcycles, though. I mean pedal bikes. Now I like biking as much as the next guy. It's a fun activity. People who bike really hardcore (think spandex shorts) bother me. Partially because all they talk about it how far they biked and far they are going to bike and how they are doing things to make themselves bike better. Guess what? You may be really excited about the 4 hours a day you spend on your bike, but for the rest of us, it's boring as hell.
The other reason I hate bikers is their "share the road" mantra. They always go off about how the road is for bikers, too, and how cars need to share the road. Well guess what? The road is not for bikes. Bike paths are for bikes. Roads are for cars, no matter what any idiot says. Because cars are an order of magnitude more massive and move twice as fast as you and your bike will ever hope to. So stop being pretentious and stupid and get out of the way.
Now that you understand my thoughts on bikers, let me return to my situation. I'm at the light, and I see a group of bikers, probably 10 to 15 strong. Taped onto their backs are signs that read (you guessed it) "share the road". What's worse, these bikers aren't even the spandex-y kind that can sort of keep up with traffic. They're a bunch of average joes on assorted non-racing bikes. And they're piddling along at about 10 miles an hour.
I was able to restrain my impulses, but I wanted SO badly to spin the steering wheel and send my car right through the middle of their little group. Seriously, though... bikers don't belong on the road unless they can keep up with traffic or stay out of the way. Otherwise you're just making a nuisance of yourself.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Day9 on Dentists
Day9 is a funny man.
Day9 (aka Sean Plott) is a webcaster who does a daily show on the game Starcraft II. His casts are excellent and cover really interesting and useful strategy. However, the main reason that I watch him is that he's really a lot of fun to watch.
In the first two minutes of this video, he discusses dentists and how he hates going to the dentist's office. Don't worry, you won't need to know (or care about) video games for the first two minutes of this video. It's just funny, so you should watch it. Cause he's totally right.
Watch it!
Day9 (aka Sean Plott) is a webcaster who does a daily show on the game Starcraft II. His casts are excellent and cover really interesting and useful strategy. However, the main reason that I watch him is that he's really a lot of fun to watch.
In the first two minutes of this video, he discusses dentists and how he hates going to the dentist's office. Don't worry, you won't need to know (or care about) video games for the first two minutes of this video. It's just funny, so you should watch it. Cause he's totally right.
Watch it!
Chop chop!
My hair grows really fast.
And I hate paying for haircuts, so I generally rely on my mother (who is quite experienced from cutting the hair of a family of 8 for many, many years). However, when I'm at college, my mother isn't around. So more than once, I have gotten a hair cut from one of my friends.
I'm not entirely sure, but I've always gotten these haircuts from girls. Maybe cause it'd be weird asking a guy to cut my hair. Or maybe it's just not a guy thing. Whatever.
I've always been amused, though, by the actual process of getting my hair cut. Few girls in college have much experience cutting hair, so most of the girls who have done mine are very nervous. I'm not really nervous, cause I'm a college guy and not many people care what I look like, but I guess they don't want to mess anything up and turn me into some horrible social outcast as the result of a bad haircut.
It's usually a good time for me, though, since I get to sit there and get a haircut (cause having other people work with your hair feels good) and chuckle to myself as the girl in question timidly slices at my head.
My most recent chop was just yesterday, courtesy of one of my friends, Emily. It wasn't the best haircut I've ever had, but it definitely wasn't the worst either, so I'm satisfied. My thanks to her. Hopefully she (and all the other girls who have asked to/I have wrangled into cutting my hair) got to pick up a little experience along the way.
And I hate paying for haircuts, so I generally rely on my mother (who is quite experienced from cutting the hair of a family of 8 for many, many years). However, when I'm at college, my mother isn't around. So more than once, I have gotten a hair cut from one of my friends.
I'm not entirely sure, but I've always gotten these haircuts from girls. Maybe cause it'd be weird asking a guy to cut my hair. Or maybe it's just not a guy thing. Whatever.
I've always been amused, though, by the actual process of getting my hair cut. Few girls in college have much experience cutting hair, so most of the girls who have done mine are very nervous. I'm not really nervous, cause I'm a college guy and not many people care what I look like, but I guess they don't want to mess anything up and turn me into some horrible social outcast as the result of a bad haircut.
It's usually a good time for me, though, since I get to sit there and get a haircut (cause having other people work with your hair feels good) and chuckle to myself as the girl in question timidly slices at my head.
My most recent chop was just yesterday, courtesy of one of my friends, Emily. It wasn't the best haircut I've ever had, but it definitely wasn't the worst either, so I'm satisfied. My thanks to her. Hopefully she (and all the other girls who have asked to/I have wrangled into cutting my hair) got to pick up a little experience along the way.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Free Day!
No class tomorrow!
Nothing quite as wonderful as getting that email saying that the one class you have the next day is canceled. Still have RA duties and such, but still... good day.
Nothing quite as wonderful as getting that email saying that the one class you have the next day is canceled. Still have RA duties and such, but still... good day.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Losing Sleep
Experts probably cringe at my sleep habits.
Being a college student and a night owl, I am often up until all hours of the night. I don't get nearly as much sleep as I probably should, or in the way that I should. I am often up late and then up early the next morning. I'm pretty sure I look like death warmed over when that happens. Everyone says so, anyway. I usually make up for that by taking a midafternoon siesta. And by siesta, I mean two hour nap. It's a good time.
The reasons I short myself on sleep vary, though. On the crummy side of the spectrum, there's things like homework. I've stayed up late doing homework a few times before, and it's not a lot of fun, but it must be done. Same story goes for my RA duties. On occasion, a restless mind will keep me up, too. Just some of the things that you have to grin and bear.
On the other side of the spectrum, though, are the good things, the things that I will gladly lose a little sleep for, especially since I'm at a point in my life where I can lose sleep without suffering many consequences. So when I'm up late cruising along on my novel or hanging out with friends or something else, then yeah, I'll sacrifice the sleep.
Because in my mind, some things that aren't worth letting go of in exchange for a little more or a little better quality sleep.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Reposting!
One of my friends posted something on Facebook that made me laugh, so I'm going to repost it for any of you to read, if you are so inclined. I'll leave it to you to figure out which part made me laugh.
Ode to the Nice Guys
Ode to the Nice Guys
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