On my last rant post, I talked about moving to another country. I know that's probably not something that should be thrown around too lightly. To tell you the truth, I was in a pretty rotten mood that day to begin with.
Anyway, the way President Obama has been responding to criticism of the US approach to Iran and the healthcare reform plan the last few days, I think maybe we're going to be okay. Maybe it's silly, but it puts my mind at ease to know the most powerful man in our government has America's future at heart. The fundamentals of the economy might not be perfect, but the fundamentals of the American spirit haven't been shaken. I guess I was just a little too short-sighted to feel that way; national pride never was a big thing for me anyway. But then, pride in general never was. I'm kind of a pessimist, if you hadn't noticed.
To sum up, I guess I won't be buying that one-way ticket anytime soon. I'll probably bitch and moan quite a bit, but nothing so drastic as that. I know some people aren't fond of anti-America talk, but if anything it shows I'm still an American at heart. I don't sit back and accept crap from my government. They're supposed to represent me; I expect them all to take their jobs seriously. Right now, I trust Obama to take us in the right direction. Now, if our senators and governors would just follow suit...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Social Theory, and Beating People with Sticks
No, the two topics are not related.
I have two kind of random things to talk about tonight. Firstly, while discussing this healthcare business with my family, I became very frustrated. Things were especially weird toward the beginning of President Obama's televised discussion group thingy that was on ABC around 10 o'clock. The way we discussed it during the first commercial break, it felt like my mom and I were talking about two different pieces of video.
I realized this kind of thing happens a lot, so I thought, hey, could there be something to this? Or is my mom just as dumb as a post? I'd like to think she's not, so to explore this business, I started a little theoretical research project for myself (and Hubpages, since I haven't posted there in a while), regarding the subjectivity of reality:
Is reality subjective?
If anyone has an opinion, or better yet some evidence or personal experience to help me with this project, please let me know. You can post a comment here, answer at Hubpages, message me on Facebook, or email me. To anyone interested in helping out, thanks in advance.
Okay, second: I was thinking, our generation really needs a new sport. I'm not really a sports guy, per-se. I've played some golf, and I was a madman at bowling in high school, but I don't really have a sport to love and call my own. So, I thought, what kinds of things do I like to do that don't involve physical activity, but could? Well, how about pwning the crap out of some noobs?
That's when I got this idea. People like to play fantasy fighting games on videogame consoles and the Internet, but the experience is still kind of artificial. To really get the blood flowing, why not make a real-world equivalent? I'd be kind of like LARPing, but without all the nerdy crap.
The original inspiration for this came a long time ago. A friend of mine from high-school once invited me to join this game of capture the flag with him and his friends. What made this game cool was that we all were equipped with wooden swords and hockey sticks and the like. When encountering members of the opposite team, an exciting battle took place. The first to get hit lost the fray; if you were on opposing turf, you had to go back to your home base to "respawn," and losers on their own turf would have to kneel for 20 seconds before rejoining the game. Good fun and excitement to be had, but no serious danger involved. Okay, I did kind of get my kidney crushed when one guy did this epic leap over me to escape certain doom, but otherwise it was a lot of fun.
So, deriving from what made that game awesome, here's my idea: a new sport of fantasy fighting with artificial weapons. Everyone plays quick and fierce like a real fight, but no one gets seriously injured. Although I'd plan many different kinds of matches, the main event would be simple one-on-one fights. Players score points by getting a successful hit on their opponent. Then, of course, we'd have variants of that; ie, first to 5 points wins, most points in 60 seconds wins, etc.
I figure we could take it further than that, too. We could divide it up into beginner, intermediate and expert ranks (with cooler names than that, of course. The expert rank would probably be called Elite or Master or something). For beginners, all weapons would be light plastic or foam, and points would only be awarded for hits on the torso or arms (to make things less vicious), and you couldn't hit someone while they're down like in boxing. For the experts, wooden weapons would be allowed, and all manner of crazy tactics like leg sweeps and down attacks would be permitted. Groin shots? Not encouraged, but they'll still count, so if you want to join the expert ranks, wear a cup. And of course the intermediate rank(s) would fall somewhere in between kiddie-time and anything-goes.
Those are just some of the preliminary notes. I'm thinking that once I've got a working plan, I'll set up a fun tournament or something and host it at Indian Meadows Park down the way from my house. That way the BHBL alumni can come have some fun on summer break. If that's successful (and even if it's not really) I'll bring the concept to SUNYIT in the fall. I don't know exactly how much interest there is for this, but I'm better if I provide some of my own weaponry, people will show up. Come on, it's an excuse to hit people with sticks!
Again, if this business tickles your fancy, please drop me an email, message me on Facebook or comment here. I'll get back to you, we can discuss particulars, and maybe set up some kind of event to try it out.
That's about it for now. Stay cool, readers.
I have two kind of random things to talk about tonight. Firstly, while discussing this healthcare business with my family, I became very frustrated. Things were especially weird toward the beginning of President Obama's televised discussion group thingy that was on ABC around 10 o'clock. The way we discussed it during the first commercial break, it felt like my mom and I were talking about two different pieces of video.
I realized this kind of thing happens a lot, so I thought, hey, could there be something to this? Or is my mom just as dumb as a post? I'd like to think she's not, so to explore this business, I started a little theoretical research project for myself (and Hubpages, since I haven't posted there in a while), regarding the subjectivity of reality:
Is reality subjective?
If anyone has an opinion, or better yet some evidence or personal experience to help me with this project, please let me know. You can post a comment here, answer at Hubpages, message me on Facebook, or email me. To anyone interested in helping out, thanks in advance.
Okay, second: I was thinking, our generation really needs a new sport. I'm not really a sports guy, per-se. I've played some golf, and I was a madman at bowling in high school, but I don't really have a sport to love and call my own. So, I thought, what kinds of things do I like to do that don't involve physical activity, but could? Well, how about pwning the crap out of some noobs?
That's when I got this idea. People like to play fantasy fighting games on videogame consoles and the Internet, but the experience is still kind of artificial. To really get the blood flowing, why not make a real-world equivalent? I'd be kind of like LARPing, but without all the nerdy crap.
The original inspiration for this came a long time ago. A friend of mine from high-school once invited me to join this game of capture the flag with him and his friends. What made this game cool was that we all were equipped with wooden swords and hockey sticks and the like. When encountering members of the opposite team, an exciting battle took place. The first to get hit lost the fray; if you were on opposing turf, you had to go back to your home base to "respawn," and losers on their own turf would have to kneel for 20 seconds before rejoining the game. Good fun and excitement to be had, but no serious danger involved. Okay, I did kind of get my kidney crushed when one guy did this epic leap over me to escape certain doom, but otherwise it was a lot of fun.
So, deriving from what made that game awesome, here's my idea: a new sport of fantasy fighting with artificial weapons. Everyone plays quick and fierce like a real fight, but no one gets seriously injured. Although I'd plan many different kinds of matches, the main event would be simple one-on-one fights. Players score points by getting a successful hit on their opponent. Then, of course, we'd have variants of that; ie, first to 5 points wins, most points in 60 seconds wins, etc.
I figure we could take it further than that, too. We could divide it up into beginner, intermediate and expert ranks (with cooler names than that, of course. The expert rank would probably be called Elite or Master or something). For beginners, all weapons would be light plastic or foam, and points would only be awarded for hits on the torso or arms (to make things less vicious), and you couldn't hit someone while they're down like in boxing. For the experts, wooden weapons would be allowed, and all manner of crazy tactics like leg sweeps and down attacks would be permitted. Groin shots? Not encouraged, but they'll still count, so if you want to join the expert ranks, wear a cup. And of course the intermediate rank(s) would fall somewhere in between kiddie-time and anything-goes.
Those are just some of the preliminary notes. I'm thinking that once I've got a working plan, I'll set up a fun tournament or something and host it at Indian Meadows Park down the way from my house. That way the BHBL alumni can come have some fun on summer break. If that's successful (and even if it's not really) I'll bring the concept to SUNYIT in the fall. I don't know exactly how much interest there is for this, but I'm better if I provide some of my own weaponry, people will show up. Come on, it's an excuse to hit people with sticks!
Again, if this business tickles your fancy, please drop me an email, message me on Facebook or comment here. I'll get back to you, we can discuss particulars, and maybe set up some kind of event to try it out.
That's about it for now. Stay cool, readers.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
WTF?
Does anyone know what this song in the Howard Johnson commercial is called or where it came from? I get some kind of weird contact high whenever I hear it. Some people say it has subliminal messages in it or something. I'm not sure that's true, but I wouldn't rule it out.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Re: the Government
Now that I think of it, that post about the Obama action figure was probably a little late coming. Obamania isn't exactly what it used to be. I think I kind of missed the boat on that one.
My parents seem to outright dislike Obama. I agree that his handling of the economy has been less than excellent. I think he's got some good ideas, but bailing out those failing companies was all wrong. Helping the guys who helped get us into this mess really won't make things any better. We need more work programs to create jobs and improve our cities' infrastructures.
Oh, and it wouldn't kill us to put a little more effort into this 'clean, renewable energy source' that sci-fi writers have been dangling over our heads since before I was born. Have we completely given up on solar, wind or even nuclear power? We've got state-of-the-art military weapon systems that can execute a surgical strike and wipe an enemy stronghold off the map from 3000 miles away without even messing up the lawns in the surrounding civilian areas, yet we still can't generate electricity without burning fossil fuels.
We have the capability of bringing about the energy revolution. I don't understand why this crap is allowed to continue. I mean, is everyone in charge of this stuff really that dense? Or are we just too set in our ways to do anything good for mankind?
You know, this is a rotten time in my life, because it's seriously hard to tell how my depression is doing. I can't tell if I'm miserable because of a medical condition or because the world is falling apart all around me, could easily be fixed with a little time and effort, and everyone who has the ability to do anything about it is too god damn stupid to get their priorities straight.
By the way, since I haven't mentioned it in a while, I'm still working on my plans to take over the world. I might as well; humanity is too stupid to take of itself. If I controlled the world under a single government, at least we'd have half a chance in hell of surviving as a species. With the people we've got running things now, we're screwed. Obama's a decent leader, but congress is still full of idiots, and state governments are like a 3-ring circus, especially here in New York.
Seriously, do Senators these days give a shit about anything but politics anymore? We're in serious need of more jobs, more money, better regulation in just about everything, but all these idiots care about is whose party gets to have the majority. Who gives a shit? Do what you were elected to do and support your constituents. I've seen high school mock senates who worked better. You're supposed to be working for your state, for your district, for your people. You're not there to push your own agenda and the agenda of whatever party you identify with. The position of senator is supposed to be a position worthy of courtesy and respect. Act like it, you babies!
Alright, I'm through. As soon as I'm able, I'm moving to Sweden. Or Finland. Or Mars if the option becomes available. The further I get away from people and government, the happier I'll be.
Unless, of course, I do manage to take over the world. At least then I'll be able to sleep at night. The world might still be going to hell, but I'll finally be in a position to do something about it.
My parents seem to outright dislike Obama. I agree that his handling of the economy has been less than excellent. I think he's got some good ideas, but bailing out those failing companies was all wrong. Helping the guys who helped get us into this mess really won't make things any better. We need more work programs to create jobs and improve our cities' infrastructures.
Oh, and it wouldn't kill us to put a little more effort into this 'clean, renewable energy source' that sci-fi writers have been dangling over our heads since before I was born. Have we completely given up on solar, wind or even nuclear power? We've got state-of-the-art military weapon systems that can execute a surgical strike and wipe an enemy stronghold off the map from 3000 miles away without even messing up the lawns in the surrounding civilian areas, yet we still can't generate electricity without burning fossil fuels.
We have the capability of bringing about the energy revolution. I don't understand why this crap is allowed to continue. I mean, is everyone in charge of this stuff really that dense? Or are we just too set in our ways to do anything good for mankind?
You know, this is a rotten time in my life, because it's seriously hard to tell how my depression is doing. I can't tell if I'm miserable because of a medical condition or because the world is falling apart all around me, could easily be fixed with a little time and effort, and everyone who has the ability to do anything about it is too god damn stupid to get their priorities straight.
By the way, since I haven't mentioned it in a while, I'm still working on my plans to take over the world. I might as well; humanity is too stupid to take of itself. If I controlled the world under a single government, at least we'd have half a chance in hell of surviving as a species. With the people we've got running things now, we're screwed. Obama's a decent leader, but congress is still full of idiots, and state governments are like a 3-ring circus, especially here in New York.
Seriously, do Senators these days give a shit about anything but politics anymore? We're in serious need of more jobs, more money, better regulation in just about everything, but all these idiots care about is whose party gets to have the majority. Who gives a shit? Do what you were elected to do and support your constituents. I've seen high school mock senates who worked better. You're supposed to be working for your state, for your district, for your people. You're not there to push your own agenda and the agenda of whatever party you identify with. The position of senator is supposed to be a position worthy of courtesy and respect. Act like it, you babies!
Alright, I'm through. As soon as I'm able, I'm moving to Sweden. Or Finland. Or Mars if the option becomes available. The further I get away from people and government, the happier I'll be.
Unless, of course, I do manage to take over the world. At least then I'll be able to sleep at night. The world might still be going to hell, but I'll finally be in a position to do something about it.
Friday, June 19, 2009
\m/ - Fucillo Freakout - \m/
For those who don't know, Billy Fucillo is a car dealer operating in the central New York area. Apparently he's pretty well off, since he can afford to buy a lot of air time. He comes out with a new crappy home-made commercial every week. Originally, he always did his ads with his spokesman buddy Tom Parks. Tom's usually kind of dry to listen to, but it turns out he can rock a guitar.
The commercials are bad, but at least Tom makes an effort to keep things professional. When Billy goes to town on his own, it's a scary affair.
His latest gimmick is to use his new employee Caroline as a glorified car model. She's in the commercials, but has few or no lines, and pretty much always wears something low-cut. I'm not saying it's on purpose, but it's safe to say when the commercial comes on, you won't be fixing your eyes on Billy's greasy forehead.
Now me, I miss Tom. Some of Fucillo's best ads featured enjoyable (albeit badly improvised) banter between Tom and Billy, Tom playing guitar, or just Tom by himself. In fact, the less we have to see of Billy in these commercials the better.
The commercials are bad, but at least Tom makes an effort to keep things professional. When Billy goes to town on his own, it's a scary affair.
His latest gimmick is to use his new employee Caroline as a glorified car model. She's in the commercials, but has few or no lines, and pretty much always wears something low-cut. I'm not saying it's on purpose, but it's safe to say when the commercial comes on, you won't be fixing your eyes on Billy's greasy forehead.
Now me, I miss Tom. Some of Fucillo's best ads featured enjoyable (albeit badly improvised) banter between Tom and Billy, Tom playing guitar, or just Tom by himself. In fact, the less we have to see of Billy in these commercials the better.
He has his own what?!
Really? We're so stricken with Obamania now that the dude gets his own action figure? I don't see too many other presidents who can boast that, let alone boast it less than six months into their first term.
...Okay, seriously, I have to have one of these. :D
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
The North River Lodge
I've started this little project for my buddies at UDPB, but I'm inviting everyone to join in.
The North River Lodge
What is this, you ask? Basically, it's a forum-based role-playing game. Players will be in the roles of contestants competing in a dangerous game to win tens of millions of dollars. It's going to be full of unexpected surprises, and in all likelihood most characters won't live to see the end of the game.
If this sounds interesting to you, head over to the UDPB forum, then sign up by responding to the above thread in the RP board. If possible, give a nice description and back-story for your character, and choose what skills if any they'll have. (You can do this later if you prefer)
So, what do you say? Have the nerve for it?
The North River Lodge
What is this, you ask? Basically, it's a forum-based role-playing game. Players will be in the roles of contestants competing in a dangerous game to win tens of millions of dollars. It's going to be full of unexpected surprises, and in all likelihood most characters won't live to see the end of the game.
If this sounds interesting to you, head over to the UDPB forum, then sign up by responding to the above thread in the RP board. If possible, give a nice description and back-story for your character, and choose what skills if any they'll have. (You can do this later if you prefer)
So, what do you say? Have the nerve for it?
Friday, June 05, 2009
This made me happy
I don't know how I missed this episode the first time around. God bless the YouTube.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I have yellow teeth, and I'm fine with it
For some reason, lately whenever I open my hotmail inbox, I see not one, not two, but three ads on the same page advertising teeth whitening products. My initial thought was, how in the hell do they know me so well? If you've ever spent enough time around my mouth, and I know you wish you had, ladies, you'd find that, aside from my slightly crooked bottom teeth, and the most intense case of chronic bad breath you've ever seen, I have yellow teeth.
For the sake of preserving what's left of your opinion of me, I'd like to point out that my teeth coloration is not for lack of oral hygiene. I brush an average of twice a day, floss whenever I remember to, and I've never had a cavity in my life. However, ever since I was little, I've loved apple juice. Where most kids loved soda, I drank apple juice nearly every day of my childhood. I still do, in fact, but in somewhat lighter quantities. The trouble is, all that acidic juice leaves an impact on teeth. Aside from mild erosion of enamel, over 20 years of juice has left a light bronzy stain on my teeth, similar to what some daily coffee drinkers get. The result: my teeth are healthy enough, but permanently tainted with a yellow hue.
Now that I've gotten that out, one might pose the question, "Dan, why not try some of these fine whitening products being advertised?" Well, the simple answer is this: I don't give a fuck about having white teeth. What do I need white teeth for? To light up my winning smile? This is me we're talking about. In my entire life, my parents have acquired maybe half a dozen pictures where I actually smiled, and only one where I showed any teeth. Why?
For one, I'm a miserable fuck who'd rather scowl than smile. I've gotten to the point where even if I'm actually happy, I'm more likely to flash an evil-looking smirk than a genuine smile. Of course, I'm usually happy at someone else's expense, so that's usually quite appropriate.
For another thing, that recent picture of me smiling enlightened people to what I already knew: I have a very creepy-looking smile. There's no way around it. I'm a creepy dude, and smiling just makes it worse. I don't know why. I was an adorably cute little kid. My smile was a sparkling example of youthful joy. My parents took me to professional photographers all the time just to capture that vibrant smile in celluloid form.
And then I got older. And God only knows what happened, but now I'm just a hopelessly creepy little goblin. I'm not totally sure why I don't smile more often. Maybe it's because I'm actually a little ashamed of the fact that I'm a letcherous goon with deep-seated resentment for myself and the entire human race. Maybe it's because I have yellow teeth.
Well, call me nuts, but I'm going with the former. I've had yellow teeth a long time, and I've been a depressing creep for just as long. There's no sense in trying to change that about myself now. Even if I do one day become self-actualized enough to be happy with myself, I really don't care enough to have white teeth. Aside from the general vanity of it, my teeth are a reminder to me of the kind of person I am, and the kind of person I no longer want to be. On the off chance that someday I finally blossom into a respectable human being, I don't want to forget where I came from.
I'm not saying I want to carry all those skeletons with me for the rest of my life, but who I am and who I aspire to be are not things I take lightly, and wherever I go in life, I never want to forget what I left behind me. Once those skeletons are out of the closet, they're going in a display case to commemorate the fact that I overcame them. I'm kind of vain like that. Just not vain enough to get my teeth whitened. Maybe I should do like Mitch Hedberg said and just get a tan.
Incidentally, I noticed that when I get a tan, perhaps as a result of all the fruit juice I drink, my skin suddenly smells sweet. Seriously. Come here and smell me.
Okay, I guess that's enough for tonight. Goodnight, readers. Peace and love.
For the sake of preserving what's left of your opinion of me, I'd like to point out that my teeth coloration is not for lack of oral hygiene. I brush an average of twice a day, floss whenever I remember to, and I've never had a cavity in my life. However, ever since I was little, I've loved apple juice. Where most kids loved soda, I drank apple juice nearly every day of my childhood. I still do, in fact, but in somewhat lighter quantities. The trouble is, all that acidic juice leaves an impact on teeth. Aside from mild erosion of enamel, over 20 years of juice has left a light bronzy stain on my teeth, similar to what some daily coffee drinkers get. The result: my teeth are healthy enough, but permanently tainted with a yellow hue.
Now that I've gotten that out, one might pose the question, "Dan, why not try some of these fine whitening products being advertised?" Well, the simple answer is this: I don't give a fuck about having white teeth. What do I need white teeth for? To light up my winning smile? This is me we're talking about. In my entire life, my parents have acquired maybe half a dozen pictures where I actually smiled, and only one where I showed any teeth. Why?
For one, I'm a miserable fuck who'd rather scowl than smile. I've gotten to the point where even if I'm actually happy, I'm more likely to flash an evil-looking smirk than a genuine smile. Of course, I'm usually happy at someone else's expense, so that's usually quite appropriate.
For another thing, that recent picture of me smiling enlightened people to what I already knew: I have a very creepy-looking smile. There's no way around it. I'm a creepy dude, and smiling just makes it worse. I don't know why. I was an adorably cute little kid. My smile was a sparkling example of youthful joy. My parents took me to professional photographers all the time just to capture that vibrant smile in celluloid form.
And then I got older. And God only knows what happened, but now I'm just a hopelessly creepy little goblin. I'm not totally sure why I don't smile more often. Maybe it's because I'm actually a little ashamed of the fact that I'm a letcherous goon with deep-seated resentment for myself and the entire human race. Maybe it's because I have yellow teeth.
Well, call me nuts, but I'm going with the former. I've had yellow teeth a long time, and I've been a depressing creep for just as long. There's no sense in trying to change that about myself now. Even if I do one day become self-actualized enough to be happy with myself, I really don't care enough to have white teeth. Aside from the general vanity of it, my teeth are a reminder to me of the kind of person I am, and the kind of person I no longer want to be. On the off chance that someday I finally blossom into a respectable human being, I don't want to forget where I came from.
I'm not saying I want to carry all those skeletons with me for the rest of my life, but who I am and who I aspire to be are not things I take lightly, and wherever I go in life, I never want to forget what I left behind me. Once those skeletons are out of the closet, they're going in a display case to commemorate the fact that I overcame them. I'm kind of vain like that. Just not vain enough to get my teeth whitened. Maybe I should do like Mitch Hedberg said and just get a tan.
Incidentally, I noticed that when I get a tan, perhaps as a result of all the fruit juice I drink, my skin suddenly smells sweet. Seriously. Come here and smell me.
Okay, I guess that's enough for tonight. Goodnight, readers. Peace and love.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Re: Re: Craig Ferguson's Snake Cup
Okay, apparently I've angered a great many people with what I said a little while ago about Craig's new cup. Look, to clarify, I'm not against the cup itself. Honestly, I do wish I had one of my own. But then, I have a black chalice with diamonds on it, so it's hard to get exceedingly envious of others' drinking containers.
Anyway, just to clear the air, I want everyone to know that I accept and in fact have come to like the rattlesnake cup. My only real qualm was with the amount of time spent talking about it. I mean, sure, it's unusual for a talk show host to have a cup like that, but is that really the most remarkable thing guests encounter when visiting Craig on the set? Wouldn't you think the Salvador Dali picture and dancing monkeys would be the more surprising features of this program?
Well, I just hope everyone can set their minds at ease now about this whole fiasco. Frankly, I'm amazed people comment on this blog at all. I mean, come on. You're writing comments here? Why, so they can be read by all 3 people who follow this thing? You'd accomplish basically the same effect by writing an angry letter and throwing it in the garbage. Of course, that approach has the advantage of not making you sound like a psycho on the Internet. I'm not judging you, I'm just saying...
Anyway, just to clear the air, I want everyone to know that I accept and in fact have come to like the rattlesnake cup. My only real qualm was with the amount of time spent talking about it. I mean, sure, it's unusual for a talk show host to have a cup like that, but is that really the most remarkable thing guests encounter when visiting Craig on the set? Wouldn't you think the Salvador Dali picture and dancing monkeys would be the more surprising features of this program?
Well, I just hope everyone can set their minds at ease now about this whole fiasco. Frankly, I'm amazed people comment on this blog at all. I mean, come on. You're writing comments here? Why, so they can be read by all 3 people who follow this thing? You'd accomplish basically the same effect by writing an angry letter and throwing it in the garbage. Of course, that approach has the advantage of not making you sound like a psycho on the Internet. I'm not judging you, I'm just saying...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Well, let's start the insanity
I'm officially out of school now. And sick with some kind of stomach virus. Not the best way to start a vacation, huh?
Anyway, I haven't been on the Internet much since I got back. Today is my first real day checking my email. That's when I was directed to this. 100 hubs in 30 days? Do I have the balls to go for it?
For those of you who haven't heard, I've been writing stuff on this site known as HubPages. It's kind of like what I do here, except people actually read it, and I'm making money. Granted, it's like $2 a week thus far, but whatever.
This challenge is something else, though. As an experiment to see just how effective this site is, international man of mystery Ryan Hupfer is encouraging people to take the pledge to write 30 hubs in 30 days, or go all the way and take the 100 hub challenge.
Well, I'm not sure if I really have that much to write about, but I'll be damned if I'm going to pass up a good writing challenge. Besides, I could use the money, and I get the feeling this whole responsible college student thing isn't going to work out anyway.
I honestly don't know whether I'll be able to keep up a good enough pace to manage 100. I'm going to start by shooting for the 30-hubs challenge and see where we go from there. I made 22 hubs in my first month of membership, so it'll be enough of a challenge to see if I can crack that. If I do, I'll take the plunge and go for the full 100.
Anyway, I haven't been on the Internet much since I got back. Today is my first real day checking my email. That's when I was directed to this. 100 hubs in 30 days? Do I have the balls to go for it?
For those of you who haven't heard, I've been writing stuff on this site known as HubPages. It's kind of like what I do here, except people actually read it, and I'm making money. Granted, it's like $2 a week thus far, but whatever.
This challenge is something else, though. As an experiment to see just how effective this site is, international man of mystery Ryan Hupfer is encouraging people to take the pledge to write 30 hubs in 30 days, or go all the way and take the 100 hub challenge.
Well, I'm not sure if I really have that much to write about, but I'll be damned if I'm going to pass up a good writing challenge. Besides, I could use the money, and I get the feeling this whole responsible college student thing isn't going to work out anyway.
I honestly don't know whether I'll be able to keep up a good enough pace to manage 100. I'm going to start by shooting for the 30-hubs challenge and see where we go from there. I made 22 hubs in my first month of membership, so it'll be enough of a challenge to see if I can crack that. If I do, I'll take the plunge and go for the full 100.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Re: Craig Ferguson's Rattlesnake Cup
Am I using that right? Does Re: stand for Reply? Because I usually use it for things here that I'm not so much replying to as I am commenting on. You know, as if it stood for Regarding. Anyway, if you see posts like this on my blog, the Re: at the start of the title means Regarding.
Now, I forget who, but someone who was a guest on the Late Late Show made the mistake of giving Craig a gift from the Rattlesnake Museum. It's a coffee mug that looks like a coiled snake. Somehow, it's become a fixture on the show now. He replaced his regular Late Later Show mug with this one, and it's all any of the guests can talk about. They ask where he got it, he tells the whole story again, and we blow another 5 minutes talking about a cup.
Look, I'm not complaining, but what's the point of having a different guest each night if they're all going to talk about the damn snake cup? Does no one watch the show before they go on? Everyone's surprised by this thing? He's had it for at least a week now and people are still devoting 2 minutes out of their 10 minute interview to asking about the cool snake cup. I kind of expect Craig to get sick of telling the story about the Rattlesnake Museum thing over and over again. Then again, he tells the same jokes night after night, so maybe I'm underestimating him.
Also, sorry for my relatively low post count lately. Finals are coming up, I have projects whose due dates are approaching, and I'm just generally busy. I'm still making posts here and on Hubpages, though. I'll add the Hubpages link to the sidebar. Go check out my stuff there if you're still bored.
Now, I forget who, but someone who was a guest on the Late Late Show made the mistake of giving Craig a gift from the Rattlesnake Museum. It's a coffee mug that looks like a coiled snake. Somehow, it's become a fixture on the show now. He replaced his regular Late Later Show mug with this one, and it's all any of the guests can talk about. They ask where he got it, he tells the whole story again, and we blow another 5 minutes talking about a cup.
Look, I'm not complaining, but what's the point of having a different guest each night if they're all going to talk about the damn snake cup? Does no one watch the show before they go on? Everyone's surprised by this thing? He's had it for at least a week now and people are still devoting 2 minutes out of their 10 minute interview to asking about the cool snake cup. I kind of expect Craig to get sick of telling the story about the Rattlesnake Museum thing over and over again. Then again, he tells the same jokes night after night, so maybe I'm underestimating him.
Also, sorry for my relatively low post count lately. Finals are coming up, I have projects whose due dates are approaching, and I'm just generally busy. I'm still making posts here and on Hubpages, though. I'll add the Hubpages link to the sidebar. Go check out my stuff there if you're still bored.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Oh, why?
Why did I need to know this? More importantly, am I expected by the creators of this anti-Earth Day facebook group to change my opinion about the "left-wing communist agenda" based on one guy who killed someone?
Rather than argue this idiotic point, I'll just refer you to John Stewart's train of logic.
Long answer - Why is it that when the right wing is in power, they tell all the lefties that it's unamerican to not support the president and his policies, but when Obama gets into office, they suddenly decide it's time to revolt against the "oppression" of the "fascist" government? You seem to have communism/fascism confused with losing. As hard as it might be to accept, many people support the way things are going right now and their constituents aren't in a hurry to second-guess the new administration's plans. The majority made their decision, and now they're getting their way. You got to do it for 8 years. Give us at least a couple of months before you start whining.
Short answer - This is America. Love it or leave it.
Rather than argue this idiotic point, I'll just refer you to John Stewart's train of logic.
Long answer - Why is it that when the right wing is in power, they tell all the lefties that it's unamerican to not support the president and his policies, but when Obama gets into office, they suddenly decide it's time to revolt against the "oppression" of the "fascist" government? You seem to have communism/fascism confused with losing. As hard as it might be to accept, many people support the way things are going right now and their constituents aren't in a hurry to second-guess the new administration's plans. The majority made their decision, and now they're getting their way. You got to do it for 8 years. Give us at least a couple of months before you start whining.
Short answer - This is America. Love it or leave it.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I love boobies
And I'm not talking about the species of seabird. Breasts. Mammaries. Jugs. Fun-bags.
But you know what? Boobs are in danger. From what? From cancer! ZOMG! Yes, it's true. Cancer destroys perfectly good sets of titties all the time. It's a disaster and a crime, and it needs to be stopped.
So what can you do about it? Simple. All it takes is a click or two.
http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/
If the GreaterGood's breast cancer site gets enough clicks by the end of April, they're going to donate $10,000 to breast cancer research. But time is running out, so get out there and click like crazy. Well, okay, not like crazy. Once a day per person. But still, you get the idea. Get the word out. Save a pair of boobs today!
But you know what? Boobs are in danger. From what? From cancer! ZOMG! Yes, it's true. Cancer destroys perfectly good sets of titties all the time. It's a disaster and a crime, and it needs to be stopped.
So what can you do about it? Simple. All it takes is a click or two.
http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/
If the GreaterGood's breast cancer site gets enough clicks by the end of April, they're going to donate $10,000 to breast cancer research. But time is running out, so get out there and click like crazy. Well, okay, not like crazy. Once a day per person. But still, you get the idea. Get the word out. Save a pair of boobs today!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I need help
I think I must be the least motivated human being that ever lived. Day after day, I just do absolutely nothing. I have plenty of stuff that I could be doing, I should be doing, but do I do them? No, I sleep all day and dick around on the Internet at night. Once in a while I find time for schoolwork.
What's really scaring me is the lack of lucidity I have lately. Events of the past 60 hours or so just all seem to mesh together. If it weren't for my calendar, I'm not sure I'd even know the day of the week. Whenever people ask me what's up, I honestly have no idea what to say, because I can't process whatever the hell I'm doing with my life.
Okay, so bitching aside, here's my point: I'm basically a person who only ever gets things done under some kind of pressure. With the low-stress environment I create for myself, I get complacent and stop doing productive things. So, if I'm going to get anything done, I may need a kick in the backside. Here's my current to-do list:
So, if any readers honestly want to see me finish any of those things, or just want to get on my case about something, comment or email me about it.
What's really scaring me is the lack of lucidity I have lately. Events of the past 60 hours or so just all seem to mesh together. If it weren't for my calendar, I'm not sure I'd even know the day of the week. Whenever people ask me what's up, I honestly have no idea what to say, because I can't process whatever the hell I'm doing with my life.
Okay, so bitching aside, here's my point: I'm basically a person who only ever gets things done under some kind of pressure. With the low-stress environment I create for myself, I get complacent and stop doing productive things. So, if I'm going to get anything done, I may need a kick in the backside. Here's my current to-do list:
- Finish some of the short story ideas I've been working on
- Work on turning Paradigm Shift into a webcomic so Jordan will stop taking it seriously and start liking it
- Finish reading Fractured
- Bathe
So, if any readers honestly want to see me finish any of those things, or just want to get on my case about something, comment or email me about it.
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