YouTube, you never cease to amuse me
Oh man, these mesh PERFECTLY. I love the way the Nick Jr. logo stays on the entire time.
“It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake!”
“WHAT?!?!”
This is another YouTube video that will now be quoted often in the house.
WHAT
Holy shit.
I don’t know how, I don’t know why, and I don’t know by whose power, but somehow I managed to get a 4.0 this semester.
So I got what I have been working for so hard these past five semesters. I finished college with a 4.0. I feel slightly proud of myself for the first time since starting at this stupid school.
It was worth it. It was worth all the stress. I’ve never been happier in my life.
Rock on.
BOXY BOXY
This important young man is Boxy Boxy. He’s magical. That is all.
Yeah, this goes on for about the rest of the month
Because I just beat Horde and Gears of War-related comics are few and far between.
Or possibly non-existant.
Those are Grinders, that’s why it’s funny.
Even more Gears of War insanity
Hahahaha…this is the game Aaron and I have been playing incessantly, cut down to 49 seconds. It’s really pretty accurate. Please note that I will be shouting “WHERE’S MY WIFE?!” a lot more.
DO YOU WANT TO WASTE SOME TIME?!
HOLY SHIT, ME TOO! Now that I finally can…
I recommend:
Fulfillment
Upkeying
Primetime
Constellations (this is my favorite)
Fuck It
I’m freaking DONE!
FINALLY.
This was the longest semester in the history of the universe, I swear. But now, finally, it’s over. I’m past caring about much of anything, I’m just glad it’s finally done. AND I NEVER HAVE TO GO BACK IF I DON’T WANT TO.
That is a liberating feeling, my friends.
Why must finals week be AFTER graduation?
Well, I didn’t have a panic attack like I did last semester…probably because I know my 4.0 is impossible.
Whatever.
One paper and one online test left, and then I’m DONE.
THURSDAY, PLEASE HURRY UP AND GET HERE.
Flashbacks
Why couldn’t Catholic school move this fast?
SO MUCH SNOW
WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SHOVELS ON THIS ENTIRE DAMN STREET?!
Graduation!
WOO!
FINALLY!
Even though I have finals to deal with next week, I graduated today. Five long, busy semesters later, I’ve finally figured out what I want out of my life. Cool, huh?
Too bad this summa cum laude cord is a lie.
How dumb do you have to be to cheat in an ethics class?
Story time!
“How I Experienced a Real-Life Ethical Decision Thanks to a 100-Level Ethics Class” (or, “A Real-Life Example of How Dumb Freshmen Are”)
Okay. So our final project in Ethics 103 was a group project. We were to read the graphic novel Watchmen and write a paper on it. The paper was broken into four sections; since our group consisted of four people, we felt the most logical (and easiest) thing to do was to each take a section and write it, then combine our sections before the paper was due.
Well, we all plan to get together a week before the paper’s due in order to get things figured out. We all show up except for this one girl—let’s call her “Beth”—so the three of us choose our parts and get working on them, figuring that we’ll just give her the leftover part ‘cause she never showed up.
Fast-forward to the night before the paper’s due (keep in mind that the paper’s due by 5:00 PM on Friday the 12th, the last day of dead week). We had our in-class final in Ethics, so we all decide to meet afterwards. And what do you know, we finally see Beth (for the first time since our group formed in October). She’s completely lost, she doesn’t know what part she’s doing (even though we’d emailed her several times), and she doesn’t seem to get the concept of her assigned part of the paper (which is very simple and very straightforward: “summarize the ethical issues in Watchmen”).
Eventually, in order to get everything formatted and organized in a coherent manner, everyone agrees to send me their part of the paper to me by 10 AM the next day. Everyone seems okay with this, and we all go home.
Now fast-forward to 4:00 PM the next day—an hour before the paper’s due. What do you know—everyone but Beth had gotten their parts of the paper to me by 10 that morning. Luckily, I had decided the night before to write Beth’s part of the paper, figuring something like this would happen. I had just gotten home around 4 that afternoon in order to print the paper and get it up to the philosophy department by 5. Well, I checked my email one more time and guess what? Beth, at about 4:00, had finally emailed me her part. “Here is what I wrote for my part,” her email message said. “Sorry it took me so long.” Following this was her paper. Okay, I thought. No big deal. She’s a slacker, but at least she got it to me.
I copy and paste her paper part into Word, and instantly I notice something wrong: hyperlinks. About 20 or so words in her essay are underlined in the familiar “this is a hyperlink” fashion. I take a quick look the first paragraph of her “essay,” and notice it seems especially well-written.
So I click one of the hyperlinks and sure enough, it leads me to a page with the exact same essay on it. She had found a summary of Watchmen, copied it and pasted it into an email, and claimed it as her own work. Classic plagiarism.
IN AN ETHICS CLASS.
So I debated with Aaron and Lanky for about 10 minutes over what I should do in my little situation, then finally decided to put what I had written for Beth’s part into our final essay, ran up to the philosophy department (it was like 4:50 by this point), turned it in, and told our recitation leader what the situation was. I later forwarded Beth’s email to him as well as provided him with the link to “her” essay online.
I felt like I should have emailed her and warned her instead of turning her in, but then I realized that she had put all of our grades in jeopardy if her plagiarism had been caught by our recitation leader rather than by me, since he would not have known we had broken up the sections person by person. So I have very little sympathy.
People are dumb.
Hooray for Half-Life 2 References
I’m only in about 20 comics, but this is still freaking great. The 5th one is especially awesome.
Screw studying for finals, I’ve got crazy roommates and the internet
I usually hate The Onion, but any article entitled “It Was Then That I Carried You vs. Bullshit, Jesus, Those Are Obviously My Footprints” automatically wins.
Side note: I’m bored and I’m tired of school.
A graphic novel you HAVE to read
“A graphic novel?” you’re thinking. “Seriously?”
Yes.
Watchmen, by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons, is probably the best thing I’ve read in a long, long time. It’s about a group of retired heroes who are sort of forced back into action in a sense. I know it sounds like a stereotypical graphic novel about superheroes and such, but it’s really, really good. The characters are freaking amazing, and so is the artwork.
It’s quite philosophical. It’s now going on my “favorite books list.”
Yeah, I had that high of an opinion of it—it’s an amazing piece of fiction.
Go.
Read it.
More Gears of War blithering
I love how now that I have formed a special bond with Cole, the actual train that runs through Tyro Station (one of the maps on which Aaron and I always play Horde or Guardian) always mows over the Locust when they’re chasing me and always seems to pass through when they’re about to kill me from across the tracks.
It’s freaking great, I love this game.
The things you can learn from I/O research
HI PEOPLE!
So I finally finished my Stat 514 project.
Setup: suppose you’re a prospective employee being interviewed by an individual who will determine what your starting salary for the job is. What would you do to increase your odds of getting a higher salary offer?
We (Dr. Thorsteinson, Tanya and I) designed a study that involved participants reading a script between an employer and a prospective employee and were asked, after reading the script, what they as the employer would offer the employee as a salary. We looked at three different types of anchoring methods that could lead to a higher offer than if there was no anchor offered. An “anchor” is an irrelevant or random number offered in some situation off of which other people tend to reference. For example, if I gave you a jar full of pennies and asked you how many pennies were in it, you might give me any number of answers. But if I said, “I think there are about 400 pennies in here, what about you?” your guess would be somewhere around 400.
Here were our three scenarios used to compare to a control scenario in which no anchoring number was offered:
1) Irrelevant number: the prospective employee mentions some unrelated number, like the number of employees at his last job.
2) Relevant number: the prospective employee mentions a dollar figure, like a previous salary.
3) Joking comment: the prospective employee jokes that he’d like a very large salary, like $1 million.
So what was the conclusion?
The joking comment significantly increased the offered salary over that offered in the control. The relevant number also significantly increased the offered salary, but not as much as the joking comment.
So when you’re getting interviewed and are asked what you’d like your salary to be, be sure to jokingly ask for $1 million.
And this species disappoints me yet again
Well this is about the most disturbing thing ever.
Albatross are beautiful birds.
Let’s see what else we can fuck up, shall we?
!TEUQNAB DNAB
WOOOO BAND BANQUET!!
This made me sad. I’m going to miss marching band an obscene amount. Though I did like our performance at Seattle, that was pretty snazzy.
Also: TOO DAMN COLD FOR SKIRT.
Cults are fun
Hahaha, oh GOD, what have I done?
Now I know about twelve people who now love to shout “I ON DA COLE TRAIN!!” whenever I see them.
This needs to become an internet phenomenon. It NEEDS to.
Do whatever you can.
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The “your mom” joke of the year
Hahaha, so my grandma made a “your mom” joke today over the phone without realizing it.
Here’s the conversation:
Her: “did you see Diane’s kitchen?”
Me: “yeah, it was really big.”
Her: “that’s what your mom said!”
And that’s it for today. Not much going down.
You know what?
I have never been so happy being with a person in my entire life. I love touching him, holding him, kissing him, trying to do little things to help him out, all that good stuff.
Long term potential = nearly zero, but we both know that, so it’s okay. He’s awesome. And I’m not looking forward to leaving next fall. It already makes me very, very sad.
That is all.
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