Today is Saturday! But for me, and my overtly long winter break, it's the same as any other day of the week! Except on Saturday my high school friends don't have school, so I guess there's a tiny difference. I don't really notice though- I still call them at like 1 PM saying "hey, I just got up, come over to my house" and they're all like "I'm in class, Theo! Go away!" And then I laugh at them. Good times...
In the news, it is not snowing here. And it should be. It's snowing pretty much everywhere else, from what I've heard. My high school friends don't want the snow to come till the week starts so that they could get a snow day, and I just laughed when they told me that. Apparently it's snowing in DC, which is just unfair. They need to learn to share with the rest of the country. Damned elitist politicians.
I could talk about snow, but it's not snowing- so that would be improper, inaccurate, and incognito (that last one didn't make sense, but I was on a role). Actually, on second thought, I think I may talk about snow, since, according to the NYTimes, the storm is "racing North." Source. The problem is what to say. Snow isn't exactly something you can easily talk about. See, you could start writing- but then you see the snow and you just have to run outside. Well, adults might not have that problem- but I do. It's also sort of surreal-ish, and hard to contain in words, or in the palm of your hand. It melts from your grasp. I am so poetic.
If kids could control
The fall of snow there would be
No snow days, ever
See, you're probably thinking that if students could control the fall of snow, it would happen pretty much every day in order to create snow days. And if that happened, I'm sure our society would have gotten used to it by now, and created technology to adapt. Or maybe we just wouldn't care anymore. It's like Alaska- I'm sure they don't have snow days all that often. And if it snowed too much they'd probably just take sled dogs to school. Which would be epic.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Stalking is the Best Form of Flattery
Well, apparently today is Friday. Which means that yesterday's post was horribly inaccurate. You see, I stated that it was Wednesday, when, in fact, it was Thursday. What a hilarious misunderstanding (props to you if you caught that reference). I wonder if someone who lied about the date in court could be charged for perjury.
The days of the week are even more of a blur when I'm at home. For instance, a good question that I could ask is "what on earth happened to Thursday, and why does my shirt smell like apples?" Unfortunately for me, my shirt does not smell of apples, which is sad considering that apples smell delectable.
In any case, I am at home, it is Friday, and my clothing does not smell of delicious fruits. And, if you cannot tell, I am at a lack of words. Well, not actually- but you know what I mean... flowing, pointed, well-crafted words.
Since I am in a rather random mood, it would seem- I shall post a rather random haiku, that I shall select from my large list of haikus that I wrote one day when I was bored.
J.R.R. Tolkien
Would be so disappointed
In Elvish Speakers
I know that they try to show their love of his work by learning the very languages that it's based on, but really? The level of obsession some fans take their hobbies to is absolutely ridiculous. Speaking Elvish, getting ear alterations, learning Klingon (which my spellcheck accepts as a word), running into the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, the list goes on and on. The authors (or whoever can claim responsibility for the work), could have a couple of possible reactions. They could be flattered, for one- since people are showing such love for the work; they could be disappointed, as in "it's just a story... get a life"; or they could be greatly disgusted, as in "ewwwww, obsessed fans." I would expect the 2nd or 3rd. Come to think of it, the whole situation is similar to being stalked- you may be flattered that someone chooses to stalk you, but in the end they're probably not going to end up in your good graces.
Now, if you'll excuse me- I need to get back to rereading The Silmarillion for the 100th time.
The days of the week are even more of a blur when I'm at home. For instance, a good question that I could ask is "what on earth happened to Thursday, and why does my shirt smell like apples?" Unfortunately for me, my shirt does not smell of apples, which is sad considering that apples smell delectable.
In any case, I am at home, it is Friday, and my clothing does not smell of delicious fruits. And, if you cannot tell, I am at a lack of words. Well, not actually- but you know what I mean... flowing, pointed, well-crafted words.
Since I am in a rather random mood, it would seem- I shall post a rather random haiku, that I shall select from my large list of haikus that I wrote one day when I was bored.
J.R.R. Tolkien
Would be so disappointed
In Elvish Speakers
I know that they try to show their love of his work by learning the very languages that it's based on, but really? The level of obsession some fans take their hobbies to is absolutely ridiculous. Speaking Elvish, getting ear alterations, learning Klingon (which my spellcheck accepts as a word), running into the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, the list goes on and on. The authors (or whoever can claim responsibility for the work), could have a couple of possible reactions. They could be flattered, for one- since people are showing such love for the work; they could be disappointed, as in "it's just a story... get a life"; or they could be greatly disgusted, as in "ewwwww, obsessed fans." I would expect the 2nd or 3rd. Come to think of it, the whole situation is similar to being stalked- you may be flattered that someone chooses to stalk you, but in the end they're probably not going to end up in your good graces.
Now, if you'll excuse me- I need to get back to rereading The Silmarillion for the 100th time.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Om nom food.
It's Wednesday. And something appears to be missing... if you guessed pancakes, you're wrong. For today is the end (for now) of Waffle Wednesdays, for, without waffles, it is impossible to have Waffle Wednesday. I know, you might be saying "but the holiday is about the spirit, right? Not the waffles?" Wrong. It's all about the waffles. It's like any other holiday: you can't have Christmas without the "Christ," can you? Or Hanukkah without the "New"? Memorial Day without the "Day"? Labor Day without the "Labor"? The list goes on and on.
But in the spirit of Waffle Wednesday I have decided to devote this post to food. Namely the reason for my lack of waffles. I am not having waffles, because Eggo just don't cut it. I need good old fashioned Belgium waffles. What can I say, I'm classy.
Most people think that the all of the good food at Cornell spoils us. This just isn't true. The food at Cornell's average- everything in the outside world just sucks. However, just because the food is alright does not mean we get fat (yes, I've heard about the Freshman 15). In fact, I'm certain that life outside of college gives is worse for us.
The Freshman 15
Is worse outside of college
Than it is when there
Really. At college, I have a fresh salad and fruit every single day, and walk everywhere. I just don't do that here. Sure, call me lazy- but I'm not going to take the effort to make a whole salad from scratch every single day. Cutting tomatoes is hard work. And it's very difficult to locate quality croutons. People always seem to think that college life revolves around EasyMac and Ramen. However, I really think that my life at home is more like that. At college, I can have a grilled chicken sandwich or turkey burger whenever the heck I want. At home, if I want that- I need to make it. There's tooooo much effort involved.
But in the spirit of Waffle Wednesday I have decided to devote this post to food. Namely the reason for my lack of waffles. I am not having waffles, because Eggo just don't cut it. I need good old fashioned Belgium waffles. What can I say, I'm classy.
Most people think that the all of the good food at Cornell spoils us. This just isn't true. The food at Cornell's average- everything in the outside world just sucks. However, just because the food is alright does not mean we get fat (yes, I've heard about the Freshman 15). In fact, I'm certain that life outside of college gives is worse for us.
The Freshman 15
Is worse outside of college
Than it is when there
Really. At college, I have a fresh salad and fruit every single day, and walk everywhere. I just don't do that here. Sure, call me lazy- but I'm not going to take the effort to make a whole salad from scratch every single day. Cutting tomatoes is hard work. And it's very difficult to locate quality croutons. People always seem to think that college life revolves around EasyMac and Ramen. However, I really think that my life at home is more like that. At college, I can have a grilled chicken sandwich or turkey burger whenever the heck I want. At home, if I want that- I need to make it. There's tooooo much effort involved.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
"Chase You Down Until You Love Me"
Well, I have finally returned to my home. It's not quite as... dirty as I remember it being. Wonder why that could be.
If you'll recall, yesterday I talked a little about lobbying, which is the legal version of bribery. Today I will talk about a similar scenario.
I just read an article about a man who was arrested for stalking Jennifer Garner. He had allegedly been stalking her since 2002, and she took a restraining order out on him last year. Not only does he clearly have no life, but he also isn't very smart. Stalking charges are rather easy to work around: join the news corps.
The paparazzi
Are nothing but stalkers who
Are called official
I mean, really- they do the exact same thing as stalkers. They follow the celebrities' every move, and then they even go further- they use photographs and such to make money. It would make much more sense if it were the other way around, wouldn't it? I mean, stalkers are the true devotees- who do what they do for a hobby. Jennifer Garner really should be flattered, that someone would put so much time into something that does not garner profits (see what I did there?). It really shows that he is passionate about what he does. Paparazzi on the other hand, do it to make a living. If Burky (the stalker) were smart, he would have become a reporter. It sure would have made life much simpler for him.
The title is from Lady Gaga's song "Paparazzi."
If you'll recall, yesterday I talked a little about lobbying, which is the legal version of bribery. Today I will talk about a similar scenario.
I just read an article about a man who was arrested for stalking Jennifer Garner. He had allegedly been stalking her since 2002, and she took a restraining order out on him last year. Not only does he clearly have no life, but he also isn't very smart. Stalking charges are rather easy to work around: join the news corps.
The paparazzi
Are nothing but stalkers who
Are called official
I mean, really- they do the exact same thing as stalkers. They follow the celebrities' every move, and then they even go further- they use photographs and such to make money. It would make much more sense if it were the other way around, wouldn't it? I mean, stalkers are the true devotees- who do what they do for a hobby. Jennifer Garner really should be flattered, that someone would put so much time into something that does not garner profits (see what I did there?). It really shows that he is passionate about what he does. Paparazzi on the other hand, do it to make a living. If Burky (the stalker) were smart, he would have become a reporter. It sure would have made life much simpler for him.
The title is from Lady Gaga's song "Paparazzi."
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Talk of the Town (And no, it's not Tiger Woods)
Well, I am officially finished with my first semester of college. Today, I shall be on route to home, once again. My dad is taking the time out of his Monday and Tuesday to drive the 6 hours here to pick me up. So again, I have a fun car ride in store for me.
In the news, the healthcare reform bill is still the talk of the town. And by talk of the town, I mean the filler between Tiger Woods stories.
The most recent update, from what I have heard, is that Public Option and Medicare Buy-In are no longer in the bill. This action was taken in an attempt to allow the bill's passing (Which seemed otherwise impossible), by gaining support from such skeptics as Joe Lieberman and Olympia Snowe. If you have been living in a hole (result of not watching CSPAN or browsing news websites for the non-celebrity or ukulele kid stories), public option is a federally supported option for health insurance. Many people opposed it, and so in order to have any chance of passing, this change was made.
However, I still have little hope. Why?
Joe Lieberman will
Always find some way to prove
His douchebaggery
Seriously, he's a democrat, he's an independent, he's a democrat- he needs to make up his damn mind. He's hated by democrats, and loved by republicans. He was even encouraged to join the republican party but chose not to (even though he lost the Democratic primary for a senate seat in '06). He ran with Gore in 2000, but went on to support McCain in 2008. He was in that group of people who supported the war, and then was too old and stubborn to admit that he was wrong (much like McCain). His reason for not wanting public option is that it would allow people as young as 55 to get Medicare. I think that the phrase he used was "get off my lawn you young wippersnappers!" Except Lieberman, believe it or not, is rather progressive. He supports gay rights, abortion rights, and other such issues. So why exactly does he insist on trying his best to go against the democratic party? I blame douchebaggery.
I have a more concrete theory though. If I were to guess, bribing... I mean lobbying might somehow be involved. Healthcare lobbyists spend millions of dollars to try to save themselves from any sort of government regulation. According to one article I read, they averaged 1.4 million dollars in spending per day earlier this year. Now, I'm no econ major (though I'm probably better at math than many of the athletes- I mean econ majors here), but that seems like an awful lot of money. Maybe if some of that money went to health care instead of lobbying, we might not need reform?
If you're interested in more, here's a good read about Joe Lieberman from a like-minded, and more educated-on-the-issue individual.
In the news, the healthcare reform bill is still the talk of the town. And by talk of the town, I mean the filler between Tiger Woods stories.
The most recent update, from what I have heard, is that Public Option and Medicare Buy-In are no longer in the bill. This action was taken in an attempt to allow the bill's passing (Which seemed otherwise impossible), by gaining support from such skeptics as Joe Lieberman and Olympia Snowe. If you have been living in a hole (result of not watching CSPAN or browsing news websites for the non-celebrity or ukulele kid stories), public option is a federally supported option for health insurance. Many people opposed it, and so in order to have any chance of passing, this change was made.
However, I still have little hope. Why?
Joe Lieberman will
Always find some way to prove
His douchebaggery
Seriously, he's a democrat, he's an independent, he's a democrat- he needs to make up his damn mind. He's hated by democrats, and loved by republicans. He was even encouraged to join the republican party but chose not to (even though he lost the Democratic primary for a senate seat in '06). He ran with Gore in 2000, but went on to support McCain in 2008. He was in that group of people who supported the war, and then was too old and stubborn to admit that he was wrong (much like McCain). His reason for not wanting public option is that it would allow people as young as 55 to get Medicare. I think that the phrase he used was "get off my lawn you young wippersnappers!" Except Lieberman, believe it or not, is rather progressive. He supports gay rights, abortion rights, and other such issues. So why exactly does he insist on trying his best to go against the democratic party? I blame douchebaggery.
I have a more concrete theory though. If I were to guess, bribing... I mean lobbying might somehow be involved. Healthcare lobbyists spend millions of dollars to try to save themselves from any sort of government regulation. According to one article I read, they averaged 1.4 million dollars in spending per day earlier this year. Now, I'm no econ major (though I'm probably better at math than many of the athletes- I mean econ majors here), but that seems like an awful lot of money. Maybe if some of that money went to health care instead of lobbying, we might not need reform?
If you're interested in more, here's a good read about Joe Lieberman from a like-minded, and more educated-on-the-issue individual.
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Rise of the Shadow King
Well today is my final final. After this non-cumulative sociology test, I shall be almost set to go home. And then Tuesday I will be on my way home! Oh happy days.
Last night, I came across another interesting article. I'm pretty good at finding these.
This article is about how Queen Elizabeth II (who, according to the article is only ever referred to as "The Queen," since the article never gives her name (I guess they assume it will only be read by British people)) is planning on making her grandson, Prince William, the "Shadow King." And no, that is not in reference to the infamous Shadow King of that video game (you know, that one?), or of the X-Men universe. By Shadow King, the article means a sort of "Ghost King." And not the Hamlet's Dad type of ghost- the "ghost author" type. He will be ruling in her place, while she acts as a figurehead, in order to, as the article states "ease the strain" on her. Responsibilities will include intending afternoon tea and crumpets, shaking the hand of Miley Cyrus, and not being involved in scandal after scandal (if you wonder, he has been involved in various scandals, Google it. And it's not on Wikipedia, which likely means that someone is working to make sure it stays that way). Which brings me to my haiku:
Constitutional
monarchy: The George "Dubya"
Bush of monarchies
As you probably don't know (or care), England is a constitutional monarchy. You might wonder what this means exactly. Well, pretty much, as I insinuate in my haiku, it means that they get to be George W. Bush. Except they're restricted by a constitution.
By being George Dubya, I mean that they get to go around and do whatever the hell they want, without worrying about consequences (though, unlike Bush, they are smart enough to avoid any consequences). And so now, though he will be Shadow King, he will continue to frolic around as he pleases, attending tea time and elevenses to his heart's content. If he's lucky though, his grandmother will still take part in the most daunting of the foreign meetings, saving him from a confrontation with Hillary Clinton for as long as possible.
The title is intended to sound like another one of those B movies.
Last night, I came across another interesting article. I'm pretty good at finding these.
This article is about how Queen Elizabeth II (who, according to the article is only ever referred to as "The Queen," since the article never gives her name (I guess they assume it will only be read by British people)) is planning on making her grandson, Prince William, the "Shadow King." And no, that is not in reference to the infamous Shadow King of that video game (you know, that one?), or of the X-Men universe. By Shadow King, the article means a sort of "Ghost King." And not the Hamlet's Dad type of ghost- the "ghost author" type. He will be ruling in her place, while she acts as a figurehead, in order to, as the article states "ease the strain" on her. Responsibilities will include intending afternoon tea and crumpets, shaking the hand of Miley Cyrus, and not being involved in scandal after scandal (if you wonder, he has been involved in various scandals, Google it. And it's not on Wikipedia, which likely means that someone is working to make sure it stays that way). Which brings me to my haiku:
Constitutional
monarchy: The George "Dubya"
Bush of monarchies
As you probably don't know (or care), England is a constitutional monarchy. You might wonder what this means exactly. Well, pretty much, as I insinuate in my haiku, it means that they get to be George W. Bush. Except they're restricted by a constitution.
By being George Dubya, I mean that they get to go around and do whatever the hell they want, without worrying about consequences (though, unlike Bush, they are smart enough to avoid any consequences). And so now, though he will be Shadow King, he will continue to frolic around as he pleases, attending tea time and elevenses to his heart's content. If he's lucky though, his grandmother will still take part in the most daunting of the foreign meetings, saving him from a confrontation with Hillary Clinton for as long as possible.
The title is intended to sound like another one of those B movies.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Fly me to the Moon
Well, it's Sunday. Not that it matters, though I do have a final tomorrow.
It's a hideous day out. It's not often that I wish it were colder here in Ithaca (it's usually plenty cold enough), but today I would really like if it were 2 or 3 degrees lower? Why? Because it's 33 degrees, and as a result it's raining. If it were colder, it would be snowing, which is infinitely better than the wetter, grosser alternative.
As I said before, I have a final tomorrow. I'm not really worried about it though. Why? Because my professor understands the world, and the exam is not cumulative (a stupid practice, as I described in Thursday's post).
So yesterday, as most of you probably knew, it was my birthday. I had an epic cookie pizza, which is pretty much a full sized pizza, except it's a cookie. With peanut butter cups on it. Deliciousness. Also, as part of the celebration, my girlfriend and I turned my entire room into a fort, and proceeded to watch Spaceballs: The Movie in it (sadly, I did not have any "Spaceballs: The Sheet" sheets to use for it (that was a movie reference)). In any case, the fort was absolutely epic, I can assure you. Actually, I can do more than assure you- I can give you actual photo documentation:
Is was absolutely amazing. And I know I use that phrase a lot, but in this scenario it is 'specially relevant (I felt like putting an apostrophe in place of the "e" in "especially." Sue me). Now for my haiku:
One never outgrows
A fort or cardboard box with
Age, only with size
When I am 60, I would not be the least bit surprised if I made a fort. I will always be young enough at heart to make epic sheet forts or turn a cardboard box into a spaceship. It's just a question of whether or not I will be too big to fit into them. I could see myself buying a refrigerator in the future based on whether or not the box will be spacious enough for me to use as I wish.
The title is in reference to the classic song, but also to the fact that flying to the moon is precisely what I do in cardboard boxed. Or something along those lines.
It's a hideous day out. It's not often that I wish it were colder here in Ithaca (it's usually plenty cold enough), but today I would really like if it were 2 or 3 degrees lower? Why? Because it's 33 degrees, and as a result it's raining. If it were colder, it would be snowing, which is infinitely better than the wetter, grosser alternative.
As I said before, I have a final tomorrow. I'm not really worried about it though. Why? Because my professor understands the world, and the exam is not cumulative (a stupid practice, as I described in Thursday's post).
So yesterday, as most of you probably knew, it was my birthday. I had an epic cookie pizza, which is pretty much a full sized pizza, except it's a cookie. With peanut butter cups on it. Deliciousness. Also, as part of the celebration, my girlfriend and I turned my entire room into a fort, and proceeded to watch Spaceballs: The Movie in it (sadly, I did not have any "Spaceballs: The Sheet" sheets to use for it (that was a movie reference)). In any case, the fort was absolutely epic, I can assure you. Actually, I can do more than assure you- I can give you actual photo documentation:
Is was absolutely amazing. And I know I use that phrase a lot, but in this scenario it is 'specially relevant (I felt like putting an apostrophe in place of the "e" in "especially." Sue me). Now for my haiku:
One never outgrows
A fort or cardboard box with
Age, only with size
When I am 60, I would not be the least bit surprised if I made a fort. I will always be young enough at heart to make epic sheet forts or turn a cardboard box into a spaceship. It's just a question of whether or not I will be too big to fit into them. I could see myself buying a refrigerator in the future based on whether or not the box will be spacious enough for me to use as I wish.
The title is in reference to the classic song, but also to the fact that flying to the moon is precisely what I do in cardboard boxed. Or something along those lines.
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