The best songs in the universe. Go.
I have discovered several really, really good songs recently. I shall share them with you now.
The Riddle by Gigi d’Agostino (this is the best song in the universe, guys, seriously).
Saturdays by Cut Copy (this is the second best song in the universe).
Go Into The Water by Dethklok (yay!).
Viva la Vida by Coldplay (Coldplay’s alright, but I love this song).
Cara Mia by Mans Zelmerlow
Sang Om Ingenting by Kobojsarna (holy crap, it’s Swedish and it’s awesome).
Woohoo! Go give your ears some ecstasy. Listen to these songs.
Next time won’t you sing with me?
It’s 4 in the morning. I hate life right now. You get a survey.
Hi, my name is:
Claudia
But you can call me:
Sir.
My fav color is:
Orange FTW.
My high school was:
Not too bad. The best part was lunchtime with all my dorky friends. And that one teacher who liked me. And that cranky old guy who didn’t.
My hair is:
STILL FREAKING RED! What the hell, that was supposedly a temporary dye. I want my black back.
My birthday is:
The same day as Groundhog’s Day.
My middle name is:
The most popular female middle name in the United States.
When I look down I see:
A blanket.
If I were a character on ‘Friends’:
I’d probably be freaking out, ‘cause I would be like “what the hell, I was just sitting in my chair at home and now I’m on this crazy set?”
By this time next year:
I’ll have graduated. Twice. And preparing to leave for grad school.
Or I’ll have shot myself because I didn’t get into grad school.
I have a hard time understanding:
Why I’m doing this survey. ‘Cause for some reason, I’m thinking I’ve done this one before.
And math. I’m a failure and a quitter when it comes to math. And a failure and a quitter in general.
I have a hard time understanding why I even bother, how’s that?
If you spent the night at my house:
You’d never speak to me again, most likely.
The one person who can drive me nuts is:
Myself. I suck.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself:
METALOCALYPSE season 1 on DVD, bitch! I’m so excited for that to get here.
Most recent thing someone else bought me:
Dinner at Winger’s. Thanks, Rob.
In the morning I:
Hope that this will be the day that I’m better in the head. The optimism is fading, though.
If I was an animal I’d be a:
Bird of some sort. Maybe. I dunno. You’d best watch out, or I’ll crap on your car.
What’s your top friends name:
Rob!
Do you get along with this person all the time:
We fight over stupid little things. Usually my idiocy.
How old is the person:
Twenty.
Has this person ever cooked for you:
Nope.
Have you ever kissed this person:
Yup.
Are you really close to this person:
No, not really, I don’t like him that much.
Could you live with this person:
He doesn’t know what he’s in for.
How long have you known this person:
Since college started. Sort of. It’s complicated.
Have you ever had a sleepover with this person:
I don’t think the fishbowl night counted as a sleepover, seeing as how sleeping failed to occur.
If you ever moved away would you miss this person:
Of course.
Do you know everything about this person:
Nope.
Have you ever made something with this person:
We’ve constructed opposing arguments for the free will vs. determinism debate, does that count?
Ever been in love:
Yeah.
Believe in love at first sight:
Eh.
What is your bed size:
It’s an aero bed…I don’t know what size it is, we just threw some random blankets on it and called it good.
Do you prefer writing in pen or pencil:
Pen!
What’s your favorite season:
Blazing hot summer. What the hell is this rain and 50 degree weather in June?
Favorite radio station:
106.3
Coke or Pepsi:
Neither.
Favorite subject in school:
TESTS AND MEASUREMENTS!
Last book you read:
Good question. I haven’t read anything outside of textbooks for quite awhile. I’m reading Faust now, though.
Do you prefer cats or dogs:
Cats. Totally.
What’s your dream job:
Psychometrician. Plus Leibniz scholar. Plus Leibniz’ wife. Yes, that would be a job.
What kind of car do you drive:
A Subaru, but it’s my mom’s. And I’m learning to drive stick on my dad’s 22-year-old Jeep.
Are you a better talker or better listener:
I’m pretty good at both. I just wish sometimes that people would let me talk. I’ve got things I need to express, and nobody will listen. It sucks.
What do you miss most about childhood:
Not being old enough yet to recognize how crappy a human being I really am. Or was. Or whatever.
How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test:
UNO!
How many kids do you want:
Kids suck.
Can you cook:
Bahahahahaha…
Have you been to Disney World:
Nope.
How many TRUE best friends do you have:
I dunno.
Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth:
Cry over the truth. This “I lied to protect your feelings” stuff is crap.
Who’s the last person you got into a argument with:
Rob. Yes, I call that an argument.
If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move:
I’m not telling. Leave me alone.
How much do looks matter to you in a guy:
A bit. I can get past it, though.
Whats the best feeling in the world:
Success. I’ll probably never feel that again, though.
Are you close with your mom and dad?
Yeah.
Do you tell your parents everything:
Not as much as I used to. When I talk it pisses them off because I’m so damn down right now.
What’s your favorite color to wear:
Orange. Or lime green.
Who was the last person in your bedroom:
My mom, probably.
What’s something that someone can do that really bothers you:
Tell me “it’s okay.” It’s not okay. Go to hell.
What are you freakishly obsessed with:
Oh god…psychometrics, Leibniz, Voltaire, color, MySpace, blogging, and techno.
And Metalocalypse. I’m way too obsessed with that show. I think I have a problem.
What piercings do you want:
I want my nose pierced. Maybe I’ll do that right before band camp.
Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass or fail:
Pass, bitch!
Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?
Doubt it.
Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in:
Before, ‘cause it’s ice cold here.
Have you ever brushed your teeth in the shower:
Haha, no.
Your favorite sport to watch:
Sports suck.
Ever had stitches:
Just internal stitches.
Have you ever given money to a homeless person:
Yup.
Would you kiss someone of same sex for $100:
Doesn’t that kind of border on prostitution?
Prostitution Lite?
Oh man, that would be an awesome band name!
More of a coffee or alcohol drinker:
Neither.
Ever thrown shoes on a telephone wire:
Nope.
Do you snore:
Probably.
What are you afraid of:
Failure. Commitment. TV screens.
All together, how many people have you kissed?
Two.
Are you comfortable with your body:
It’s a piece of shit. I guess that suits me, though.
What’s your stand on gay marriage:
What the hell is everyone so uptight about? Let them get married and STFU.
What about abortions:
See above. Except replace “married” with “have an abortion”
How do you like this quiz:
Oh shit, that was a quiz? Did I get an A?
Immoratlizing this somewhere other than the forums
I’m going to immortalize this somewhere other than on the forum to which I belong, because I thought it was hilarious. This is what happens when teenagers attempt to argue, somewhat seriously, a completely pointless topic.
if one smelt it, have they really dealt it?
It has been stated the first to smell it truly is the one who deals it, as everyone is particular of their own gas secretions.
Scientifically though, it is possible to rip and run, and follow through with a silent run, confusing many as to who had farted.
But he who denies it, does he supply it?
Hypothesis: He who denies it supplies it.
Experiment: One of two people farts in a room. Two third parties blame each suspect of the deed. Both deny.
Proof: If there is one fart, yet two deniers, then the denier is not necessarily the supplier.
Experiment2: One of two people fart. Both suspects are asked by a third party if they did it. The guilty party confesses to his deed, while the innocent party denies.
Proof: If the supplier can choose to not deny it, then the denier is not necessarily the supplier.
Results: He who denies it supplies it is not a legitimate theorem.
its like schrödinger’s fart
either person could have farted until someone admits it
until someone admits it, the fart is in a quantum superposition
I have found that, at times, he who said the rhyme did the crime.
Interesting.
I see I have much to learn on the philosophical quandaries of flatus.
I did it. It was me.
Forums. They’re fun, aren’t they?
Waiter! I JUST WANT SOUP, DAMMIT!
Bored. Drew crap in Flash. Supposed to be somewhat abstract. Deal with the crappiness.
Must find job must find job must find job must
I’ve blogged about this a long time ago, but it’s still fun.
- “Leibniz” is word #46,084 and is a more commonly used word than…
- Dismounting, tyrannosaurus, battleaxe, and—get this—noodle.
- “Spinoza” is word #36,758 and is a more commonly used word than…
- Toenails, extruded, substandard, and…Citibank.
- Newton (5,361) + Calculus (26,498) = Cookie (FIG NEWTONS OMG!) (31859)
- Leibniz (46,084) + Calculus (26,498) = Quim, and though I can’t find an exact definition, it has something to do with the vagina. And that’s good enough for me. (72,582)
- And “psychometrics” isn’t among the 86,800 most commonly used words. Sad.
- Sparta is word #17,986. Kant is right after that.
- This (23) + is (9) + Sparta (17,986) = Regrettable (18,018)
Claudia is bored.
I should be stopped
More of these. Because I cannot stop.
The psychology student is noticing something
Everybody’s depressed, it seems. Including me. It kind of sucks, really.
Time to chill to music and try not to think about life. Sorry this is so short.
Taking Down Berkeley!
So Berkeley’s “to be is to be perceived” thing has been bothering me ever since we studied him last semester. So today I worked out a quick (and probably logically flawed) argument against his idea.
In case you may not know, here’s his idea in a few sentences: nothing exists if it is not being perceived in some sense by someone. This would make him the advocate of the idea that a room winks out of existence when everyone leaves it, but he’s got his catch to establish the idea that this does not occur…he says that God is constantly watching everything*, and therefore everything is always in existence (handy, huh?). But basically, he says that there is no material underpinning to the world—everything is and exists solely because it is perceived. There is no material world, existence is dependent on perception.
So because I have no job, no life, and an online class that is extremely easy and therefore takes up very little of my time, I sat around today and tried to work out a semi-coherent argument stating that there is something independent of our perceptions, and this thing is necessary for existence. This is confusing, but it works out in my head, so now I have to write it in a coherent manner. I want to see if other people can follow this train of thought, so I’m going to break it into little small sentences that build on each other in a sequential manner. It kind of work likes a proof, but I didn’t really feel like making a proof, so this is what you get.
Okay.
- Existence cannot be perception due to the fact that to perceive something (the “positive”) requires space (the “negative”), or something in which the thing is perceived.
- The “negative,” or space, is imperceptible by itself.
- You need to perceive the “positive”, or things, in order to perceive the negative.
- But to perceive the positive, you need to perceive the negative.
- If existence were to be solely perception, it would be impossible for the things we perceive to exist because we are unable to perceive space, the quality that allows things to exist.
- However, one cannot perceive the positive without the negative, or the negative without the positive.
- If we take Berkeley’s theory as the base, then we have to perceive things in order for them to exist.
- Because of this idea, that means we would have to perceive space to perceive at all, since perceiving the negative is necessary to perceive the positive.
- However, we are not able to perceive space.
- But since we are able to perceive things, that must mean that space exists in some sort of sense.
- Space, therefore, must exist independent of our perception, because we can’t perceive it and yet we know it is there because we can perceive the positive, or things.
In fact, I’d say that space, not perception, is necessary for existence.
Does that make any sense at all? If it does, does it seem like a circular argument? I’d like to hear your reactions to this, especially if it seems unclear.
Yay!
*Yes, he has a way of explaining how God exists if no one is necessarily perceiving him…don’t ask me to explain it, though, ‘cause I can’t remember it.
Haha, oh my
So you know those Action Philosophers! comics I ordered a couple weeks ago?
They came today. And they are…
AMAZING!
I swear this is the best investment I’ve ever made (aside from, perhaps, the Choco Leibniz). The guys who write/draw this are freaking awesome.
My new phrase shall be “who are you going to believe…Leibniz, or your LYING EYES?”
Oh, and for those of you who use iTunes and didn’t know, the program has a visualizer that responds to your music. Just press Control + T.
I was basically high on M&Ms tonight and decided to discuss this with Nick over Messenger.
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: Holy crap, Nick
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: This is the most beautiful sequence of colors and patterns I’ve ever seen
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: My eyeballs are having orgasms
This is not a screen name says: oh god
This is not a screen name says: have you ever considered therapy?
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: They said eyeball orgasms were perfectly normal
This is not a screen name says: lol
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: This one looks like a gaping vagina
This is not a screen name says: okay, no more freud for you
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: Double helix jam session!
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: You either need to get iTunes or get your butt over here
This is not a screen name says: lol, oh yeah, “hey nick, come over here so we can watch pulsating vaginas and disco-dancing dna”
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: You know you want to
This is not a screen name says: hey, i never said i didn’t want to
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: Haha
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: Haha, iTunes visualizer haves Avril Lavigne
Monads are a Girl’s Best Friend says: And so does Spell Check
I’m bored as hell, can you tell?
Bad Senator! No Biscuit!
First, a sincere “thank you” to all who are serving or who have served; it is Memorial Day, of course. Though I’m not sure if the annual service in East City Park actually happened this year or not…you’d think a newspaper would mention that upcoming, wouldn’t you?
Well, it is Moscow, so what’s to be expected?
So Rob and I drove out to this completely random park called Rotary Park today out by (“by” is a relative term, we drove around for like 15 minutes to find the freaking place) the Plant Science Farm on the highway leading to Troy. It has a swing set, a volleyball court, and a trail that, in its process of looping back to the same freaking place it starts from, leads one through the 9 levels of hell for trees. This is what we gathered the punishments for each level were (note: all punishments, save level 7, occur in tidy little piles):
Level 1: dead and burnt trees
Level 2: dead and burnt trees
Level 3: dead and burnt trees and some rocks
Level 4: dead and burnt trees and some more rocks
Level 5: dead and burnt trees
Level 6: dead and burnt trees
Level 7: pretty flowers
Level 8: dead and burnt trees
Level 9: dead and burnt trees
Oh, and when I die, I want the inscription “She Sucked It Up and Died” on my tombstone.
Long story.
I am an adult.
I dyed my feet rainbow today. I found some old Easter egg color tablets and mixed them with water and now my feet look like Easter eggs. Pictures would have happened, but I don’t know where my camera is.
I need a job.
Or a life.
Or both.
POWEROUTAGE
Ahh, power outages are fun.
So are incredibly overwhelming feelings of inadequacy.
Fuck this, I’m tired of trying to be entertaining.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Okay. Now there’s sort of a light at the end of this never-ending tunnel of depression that I’m going through at the moment. Apparently, my dad knows one of the ladies who works over at the school district, and he got into a conversation with her in which was mentioned my future career goals. Well, this lady, according to my dad, does basically for the school district what I want to do, and she was very interested in meeting me. So I called her and we’re setting up a meeting for next week.
An internship is a possibility.
Sweet.
Yes, my blogs are short. I still feel like crap. Deal with it.
I feel like crap, leave me alone.
Read the title. Then go away.
Continental Rationalists to Porn: The Joys of Wikipedia
Here is a new game I propose we start:
Wikipedia: Six Degrees of Separation
Rules:
1. Select a random topic (person, place, thing, whatever) and find its article on Wikipedia
2. Click on a link in the article that leads you to a different page
3. Repeat this process for each new page you are brought to
4. See if you can reach the “Pornography” page in less than or exactly six clicks
5. Write down your starting subject and steps and post them in your blogs
Here’s an example (or examples, I guess) to get you started. Here are my three starting points: Rene Descartes, Baruch Spinoza, and Gottfried Leibniz, the three Continental Rationalists, and the steps that got me from their articles to the pornography article.
Starting point: Rene Descartes
Click one: Amsterdam
Click two: Red-Light District
Click three: Pornography
(Haha, that was fast, eh? You’re a dirty boy, Rene.)
Starting point: Baruch Spinoza
Click one: Atheist
Click two: Moral Universalism
Click three: Sex
Click four: Sexual Intercourse
Click five: Sexual Arousal
Click six: Pornography
Starting point: Gottfried Leibniz
Click one: Ethics
Click two: List of Ethics Topics
Click three: Family Values
Click four: Pornography
Hahaha, this is awesome. Leibniz to porno in four easy steps! Life is complete.
DNA
I could have sworn I’ve done this before, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. So here it is!
Generous Dreamer
You are a Dreamer
Your combination of abstract thinking, appreciation of beauty, and cautiousness makes you a DREAMER.
You often imagine how things could be better, and you have very specific visions of this different future.
Beauty and style are important to you, and you have a discerning eye when it comes to how things look.
Although you often think more broadly, you prefer comfort to adventure, choosing to stay within the boundaries of your current situation.
Your preferences for artistic works are very refined, although you vastly prefer some types and styles to others.
Though your dreams are quite vivid, you are cautious in following up on them.
You are aware of both your positive and negative qualities, so that your ego doesn’t get in your way.
A sense of vulnerability sometimes holds you back, stifling your creative tendencies.
Your independent streak allows you to make decisions efficiently and to trust your instincts
You are balanced in your approach to problem-solving, not letting your emotions hold you up.
You much prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute. Your decisions are well thought out, and you’re not the least bit impulsive.
You do your own thing when it comes to clothing, guided more by practical concerns than by other people’s notions of style.
You are Generous
Your awareness of those around you, along with your nuanced perceptions of the world at large, makes you the GENEROUS person that you are.
You value time to yourself and understand how rich your private world can be—you know that you don’t have to go wild to have a good time.
You are excited and energized by ideas and often enjoy things more through observation than through experience.
This tendency gives you an appreciation for different perspectives and opinions about the world.
Being as aware of others as you are doesn’t mean you find it easy to trust them immediately—this is something that happens more slowly for you.
Despite this, you are aware of the complexities of many situations and are reluctant to pass judgments on others.
Although you have fewer friendships than some people, those that you have are meaningful and are important to you.
You value spending time alone—it is while reflecting on the world around you that you often learn something new about yourself or begin to understand something that’s been bothering you.
Woah, freaky
Woah, that was creepy as hell.
Rob and I went out to Idler’s Rest today (no perversion, sorry all) around 8 or so, and stayed there for about four hours. It was all good until all the cars left and it got really, really dark. I don’t know if you’ve ever been out to Idler’s Rest, but it’s this protected park about five miles out from the edge of town, and people basically go there, park their cars in this little gravel driveway thingy, and hike. Well, we stayed in the car, but man, let me tell you, when it got dark and the moon came out, it was FREAKING CREEPY.
Somebody was out there. It honestly felt like there was somebody outside the car. I haven’t been that freaked out in a long time, and the creeped-out feeling stayed even after I got back home. I’m going to check the news tomorrow to see if anything bad happened (or happens) tonight, because I swear to god someone was out there.
And this is coming from me, a person who doesn’t usually get creeped out in the dark. But wow, we were both kinda scared.
On the bright side, though, we had a nice long conversation regarding the free will vs. determinism debate. I know he’ll disagree, but I think I had a couple good points for my side. I only wish I’d tape-recorded our conversation, ‘cause it was awesome.
Yay.
Tra-la-la! Life is great in No Pants Land!
Remember how I said I was conflicted over majors a couple of weeks ago?
Yeah, that’s not happening anymore. Philosophy is freaking AMAZING, don’t get me wrong. But when I’m removed from the philosophy stimuli, I’m right back to the “Psychometrics is the way to go, totally” case.
Of course, I’ll probably be conflicted even more than I was last semester when Metaphysics starts up in the fall.
Yay.
So many more things to do…
Remember that schedule for next fall I said that I had figured out? If you thought I wouldn’t be able to hold on to that schedule for the whole semester without changing it…
Well, you’d be right.
So here’s the thing: I don’t need to take Buddhism in the fall due to the fact that I’m taking it this summer in the late session (any jokes like “aren’t you going to drop it like you dropped Linear Algebra?” will not be a good idea), and I don’t really need to take Fiction, even though I really, really want to. So I’ve decided to be a good student and take a class that actually pertains to one of my majors (or minors…who knows, it’s all twisted at the moment). I’m dropping Fiction and replacing it with Philosophy of Science, which certainly sounds interesting, but is at 8:00-9:15 in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Oh, and I’m also going to try to persuade several people (Torrey, Dr. Craig, the CASP department, and the Psychometrics teacher) to let me audit Marching Band and take the Psychometrics class offered for five Tuesdays up in Coeur d’Alene. I’m so desperate to take that class.
Sigh.
If Plato and Bishop Berkeley had released albums…
This is what they would look like.
Yes, I’m that geeky.
Claudia can’t do math, but she sure can make stupid album covers. Useful talent right there.
Berkeley was the one who said “existence is perception,” and Plato, of course, had his famous Allegory of the Cave.
I have the feeling that this is going to be the summer of the album covers, I’m saying that right now.
Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid
So.
Because I’m a stupid, worthless, hopeless piece of crap who is afraid of math, I decided to drop Linear Algebra.
Go ahead and laugh, I deserve it.
Yay, people!!
Woohoo!
4.0!
I’m so freaking happy right now. The stress at the end was totally worth it. Take that, 400-level stats classes! Take that, Symbolic Logic! Take that, all you people who didn’t think I could do it!
Yay.
Eigenblogger 
I need a life
So I was messing around on eBay tonight when something occurred to me: have you ever noticed how many of the eBay feedback comments can fit perfectly as feedback for prostitutes, too?
Examples:
“Great to work with! Would buy from again.”
“No problems, very quick and reasonable.”
“Thanks for the great deal. Hope to see more.”
“A 5 star transaction from start to finish.”
“Good enough.”
“Item as described and well packed. Thank you.”
“VERY QUICK DELIVERY!”
“Quick and easy – the way it should be. Thank You.”
“My dad loves it!”
Ones especially good for male prostitution:
“You made my wife’s Christmas. Thank You.”
“Everything came swiftly and perfectly.”
“I ordered, it came a couple of days later.”
“Package not intact!”
And my personal favorite:
“Wii came as advertised and in a timely manner.”
Yeah, I need to find a job.