LET’S DO THIS
Survey Junkie needs her fix.
Here’s how it works: go to www.photobucket.com. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box. Use only the first page. Pick an image that you like best!
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your relationship status?
3. What is your favorite color?
4. Who is your celebrity crush?
5. What are you listening to right now?
6. What is your favorite movie?
7. Who is your favorite Disney character?
8. Name an alcoholic beverage?
9. Where is your dream vacation?
10. What do you want to do when you grow up?
11. What do you love most in life?
13. I was born in:
14. My eye color is:
15. What is your secret obsession?
16. What is your favorite object?
17. What was/is your high school mascot?
18. What is your last name?
Et tu, MySpace?
I’m sorry. I love these.
yalborap: So there’re these ‘don’t start forest fires’ commercials telling me to get my smokey on. And all I can think is “If an anthromorphic bear in a pair of jeans and one of those ranger hats comes up and tells me not to set stuff on fire, I probably already did”.
XenThra: I locked my keys in my car in front of planned parenthood. I’m terrified of going inside to ask to borrow a clothes hangar.
DevXen: Just tell them you need to fix a mistake real quick.
Wind-X: and penis butter and jelly make a good sandwich
Bobby20: I had this really weird dream once that I dropped my penis in the shower and I couldn’t get it to go back on
`BuM: why is it that, no matter how much you pee into the toilet it never fills up?
!Lun_e: ill just sit here and eat my Kice Rispy Paralellogram.
concubine: NO CAPSLOCK! I AM UKRAINE
smcn: one of these days
smcn: i’m going to hunt down and kill whoever invented emoticons
smcn: then i’m going to look at him and go :=D
polaris: haha… mozilla rocks… I accidently clicked on horse pron on stileproject and it crashed before displaying it
Kacey: if I wsa president, I would change the “In God We Trust” to “In Goats We Thrust”
(DigDug) i’m really glad that my penis doesn’t have an odometer
Mass: hey does anyone know what the song name is by Frankie Lymon that goes Uhhh uhh uh uh uhahhhhh uhh uhh uh
orion`-`-: what the fuck
orion`-`-: i think the icecream truck just hit a kid
orion`-`-: brbrb
hypr: MY MOM WONT LET M,E WEAR HEADPHONES CAUSE SHE THINKS THEY WILL GIVE ME CANCER OR A BRAIN TUMOR
hypr: she like sneaks up behind me and takes them off and says she will break them if she sees em on me again
hypr: :(
[cut]: schwtzngr: IT’S NOT A TUMOR! (this is super funny if you’ve seen the Arnold clip).
Inoshiro: Wth
Inoshiro: “Don’t iron, don’t put in a triangle, don’t put in an oval”
harb: Er?
Inoshiro: Is there a translation table for the washing tag on clothing?
DigiGnome: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.
DigiGnome: I need my socks.
goltrpoat: ‘britney spears’ is an anagram for ‘presbyterians.’
Sharkey: The rain in spain falls mainly on the spaniards.
]km[cugar: i tried to make hammer pants out of garbage bags
gaspumpXP: Man… what kind of RPG is this? It won’t let me rape the sheep…
Hello, World!
So, as per the custom, I made my first code to print “Hello, world!” in Python. Because all of a sudden, for whatever reason, I want to learn how to code (in something other than R, haha).
Also, I think I’m going to write a sort of “R for People Who Don’t Know R” guide. Because I’ve noticed that the majority of R guides are either 400 pages long, are written for people who already know the basics, or are really specific. So I figured I’ll write a guide specifically for people who are just learning R—like, people who just installed it and don’t know how to yet import data—because there are a lot of people in the psych department who want to learn R but feel like the guides aren’t really appropriate for true beginners.
Which is kinda true.
So yeah.
Why am I a magnet for creepy old guys?
Seriously, does something about me say, “I’m 20 years younger than you…touch me inappropriately!”
Keep your nasty lips away from me. The last person they touched was very important to me.
Ew.
The Commuter Manifesto
The Inevitable Bus Rant
I like the bus. I really do. It gives me a chance to just zone out and listen to music while not worrying about anything else before school/after school/on the way to Safeway-Walmart-wherever. However, there are a couple of things that bug the hell out of me.
“There are thirty people waiting in a line to get on this bus…hmm, I’ll just barge my way to the front and get on first.”
I think this is my biggest pet peeve. This DRIVES ME CRAZY, mainly because the bus I take to campus in the morning is usually very crowded due to the time of day. I don’t think a person waiting patiently in a line should get screwed over and have to stand when another person decides they’re more important than the rest of the world and pushes other people out of the way to get on first. It’s not the last helicopter out of Vietnam, so stop being a dick.
“I’M ON A CELL PHONE, CAN YOU HEAR MY CONVERSATION?!”
Why the hell are you yelling? Tell me why? Does the reception suck that bad? And if so, why didn’t you call your friend BEFORE you got on the bus? I don’t care that you’re holding a huge party at your house on Thursday, and I’m sure the rest of the people on the bus don’t, either. Notice those angry glares you’re getting? Of course you don’t, no one exists in your world but you.
“I HAVE AN IPOD, CAN YOU HEAR MY MUSIC?!”
I’ve ranted about this before. The reason for headphones is so that other people don’t have to suffer through your Avril Lavigne habit. Did you notice that picture near the front of the bus with the little stereo crossed out on it? Yeah. That applies to you near-deaf or soon-to-be-deaf people who don’t understand that many decibels = hearing loss, both to yourself and the poor soul that has to sit next to you and listen to an obscenely loud and tinny version of “Hit Me Baby One More Time.”
“I’m going to stand right in front of the door, even though I’m not getting off the bus until it arrives at its final station!”
This doesn’t bother me when the bus is full and there’s no place else to stand. This bothers me when there are like ten seats still open and some dude with a backpack the size of France decides to blockade the door so that people have to maneuver around him to get off the bus. I think it’s acceptable if you’re getting off at one of the early stops, but if you’re not getting off until the bus reaches the other side of Vancouver? Sit down or stand somewhere else.
“Oh my god, I totally just went shopping and all my new purchases need their own seat!”
Not a problem on non-crowded buses; a big problem on the #7. Do you see that old lady standing because there aren’t any open seats? She’s standing there because of your shopping addiction, you jerk.
/rant
alskfjlagjosfa
I took waaaaaay more pills than I should have.
But now I’m too loopy to give a fuck, so wooooo!
If I die, I’ll die happy.
What’s the going rate for pants nowadays?
This is the second time I’ve seen the word “abscissa” used outside a math/stats book.
Hahaha, what the hell, universe?
WOAH what a weird morning.
I woke up at like 4:30 this morning and felt like death, so I kinda aimlessly wandered around my apartment for half an hour or so before collapsing back into bed. I woke up for real at about 9:50, which I thought was okay, since stats doesn’t start until noon.
Until I realized that stats ACTUALLY starts at 11. Which gave me approximately an hour and 10 minutes to get dressed, walk (run) to the bus, get to campus, and hike up to the math building.
Well, let’s just say that the powers of the universe were on my side. Just as I sprinted to the bus stop, #7 showed up, and just as I got to my second stop, #480 showed up. So now I know that the absolute fastest I can get to campus is 25 minutes.
OH, and then I saw some calculus graffiti on a recycling bin. I’m not freaking kidding. It was an integral equation for 1/3 (or something like it, it was in black ink on a dark green bin). I wanted to take a picture, but there were too many people, and I didn’t have but my crappy camera phone.
I shall go back later and take it.
You know what I want?
Some LSD. This reality isn’t cutting it anymore.
(Half year later edit: yeah, October pretty much sucked)
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanpsychism!
Guess what, kids? PHILOSOPHY TIME!
Panpsychism is the view that all matter possesses a soul (or has consciousness). There are a couple of different types of this view, though, and there are also different types of similar views that aren’t technically panpsychism.
Hylozoism, which is similar but not exactly the same, holds that all forms of matter posess life. It’s different from panpsychism because life and souls are obviously two different things, and it is different than animism because animism focuses more on things having consciousnesses. In other words, hylozoism is the doctrine that everything is alive, while panpsychism is the belief that everything is conscious.
So. You all may or may not believe this, but I’ve always been of this sort of belief, that all matter is, in some way, alive. I think that this belief is based on the fact that as a materialist, I don’t think consciousness in humans arises from anything but the physical components of the brain. That is, consciousness is due to the chemical and electrical interactions of the components that makeup the brain, rather than any sort of “extra” component, like a soul or some other special addition to the physical.
Because I’m a materialist, I think that human consciousness arises, then, solely out of the physical. Because of this, I don’t believe that certain physical “components” are capable of coming together and achieving human consciousness—or any other consciousness/life/etc.—if others aren’t.
That’s a bit difficult to understand; let me put it another way. There’s a metric ton (not literally, shut up) of atoms that make up the human body, right? And a lot of those atoms go into making up the brain—in which, according to materialists, the consciousness originates and exists.
Now we can take this in two directions (still assuming materialism):
1. Either consciousness arises out of only a set of specific arrangements of atoms, or
2. All atoms/smallest particles in the universe (obviously not atoms, but ‘atom’ is familiar and easiest to conceptualize) are capable of maintaining a sort of consciousness on their own.
It seems odd to me that only certain atoms in certain arrangements are capable of bringing about any sort of consciousness without the additional condition that consciousness is a potential property of all atoms. Why would only specific combinations lead to consciousness, and what would make certain that the “right” atoms would be chosen in the first place? I think that a variation of consciousness—certainly not human consciousness or any type we can recognize—exists in every atom in the universe. I think culminations of these atomic consciousnesses can lead to other variations, uncluding human consciousness, but I think that there must exist some sort of basal form of it in everything.
Does that make sense?
Anyway, it’s how I’ve always seen it.
GAVAGAI!
Guess what?
{001} Your gender: Female
{002} Straight/gay/bi?: Straight
{003} Single?: Yes
{004} Want to be single? Eh
{005} Your birth day: February 2
{006} Age you wish you were: 19
{009} The color of your eyes: Hazel
{010} Piercings? Industrial, two in my earlobes in each ear
{012} Tattoos: None, unfortunately
DO YOU…
{013} Smoke: No
{014} Do drugs: I’d like to try some hallucinogens, but no, I haven’t done any drugs
{015} Read the newspaper: Nope
{017} Talk to strangers: Depends
{018} Take walks in the rain: I hate walking in the rain
{019} Drive: My license exists…
{020} Like to drive fast? I obey the speed limit!
{021} Hurt yourself: Yes
{022} Been out of the country: I AM out of the country
{023} Been in love: Yeah
{024} Done drugs: No
{025} Gone skinny dipping: Ew
{026} Had a surgery: Appendix
{027} Ran away from home: No
{028} Played strip poker: No
{029} Gotten beaten up: No
{030} Been picked on: God, elementary school was horrible.
{031} Been on stage: Yup
{032} Been really intoxicated? Nope
{033} Slept outdoors: Yeah, several times
{034} Swore like a drunken Hahaha, yup
{035} Pulled an all-nighter: Not for school
{036} Have a job: Does being a TA count? I’m getting paid…
{037} Talked on the phone all night: Nope
{038} Slept all day: Nope
{039} Killed someone: Nope
{040} Made out with a stranger: Haha, nope
{041) Had sex with a stranger: Never!
{042} Kissed the same sex: No, surprisingly
{043} Done anything sexual with the same sex: Does profusely groping Maggie while dancing count? Does profusely groping Maggie in general count?
{044} Been betrayed: Indeed
{045} Broken the law: Ever heard of indicent exposure?
{046} Met a famous person: Nope
{047} Been on radio/tv: Maybe, I’m not sure
{048} Been in a mosh-pit: Nope
{049} Had a nervous breakdown: Quite a few actually
{050} Been criticized about your sexual performance: Yeah
{051} Had a dream that kept coming back: Sorta
{052} Shoe brand: Airwalk
{053} School: It blows
{054} Wear hats? Nope
{055} Bought something you couldn’t afford but had to have it: Story of my life
{056} Judged other people by their clothing: I try not to
{057} Favorite place to shop: Goodwill, ebay
{058} Favorite article of clothing: My super awesome bellbottom pink pants!
{059} Are you trendy: I wear lime green pants and tecnicolor shirts, what do you think?
BELIEFS…
{060} Believe in life on other planets: Sure
{061} Miracles: Nah
{062} Astrology: It’s fun
{063} Magic: No
{064} God: No
{065} The tooth fairy: No
{066} Santa: No
{067} Ghosts: Maybe
{068} birth: Do I believe in birth? Uh…
{069} Love at first sight: Sorta
{070} Yin and Yang: Yes
{071} Witches: No
{072} Easter bunny: No
{073} Re-incarnation: No
{074} Life after death: No
{075} Ouija boards: No
{076} The tarot: Maybe
{077} Do you remember your first love: Yes
{078} Still love him/her: Yes
{079} Do you consider love a mistake: No
{080} Being in love with someone: Do I believe in it? Yes
{081} What do you find romantic: Intelligence, kindness, being a dork
{082} Turn-off: Hating everything
{083} Do you base your judgement on looks alone: Nope
{084} Have you ever wished it was more “socially acceptable” for girl to ask a guy out? Peh
{085} Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive? *I* found them physically attractive
{086} Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking? Pffffffhahahahaha
{087} What is best about the opposite sex: Uh…they’re male?
{088} What’s the last present someone gave you: No idea
{089} Do you like someone at this moment? I like a lot of people
LAST PERSON…
{090} That you laughed at: Nick
{091} That laughed at you: Nick
{092} That turned you on: Hahahaha…haha…um…Sean
{093} You went shopping with: Myself
{094} To disappoint you: Myself
{095} To hurt you: Myself
{096} To make you cry: Guess?
{097} To brighten up your day: My mom
{098} You wanted to strangle: Myself
{099} You saw a movie with: My mom
{100} You talked to on the phone: Mom
{101} Talked to through IM: Certainly not anyone from Moscow…
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU…
{102} Had sex: Never
{103} Went out on a date: An actual official date? Last…October
{104} Had some quality alone time: My life right now
{104} Smiled: Tonight
{105} Laughed: Tonight
{106} Cried: Tonight
{107} Bought something: Today
{108} Danced: A few days ago
{109} Were sarcastic: Today
{110} Hugged/kissed someone: Last day before I left
{111} Talked to an ex: A few days ago
{112} Watched your fav movie: Awhile ago
{113} Talked on the phone: This morning
{114} Listened to the radio: iTunes radio, a few days ago
{115} Watched TV: Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away (my dad’s house, a month or so ago)
{116} Went out: Like, outside? Today
{117} Helped someone: A few days ago
{118} Slept in: Sunday
{119} Said “I love you” and meant it: To someone other than my mom, a long time ago
{120} Did something with someone u didnt want to do: Over the summer
BLOGS ARE SHORT BECAUSE LIFE SUCKS RIGHT NOW
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32968917/ns/technology_and_science-science/
Huh…never even knew the colors were different.
So I’m thinking…
The main character for my NaNoWriMo will be the number 27.
Ah, why not…
So after reading Maggie’s written submissions to DeviantArt (very nice, by the way) as well as her comments, I have decided, against my better judgment, to give NaNoWriMo a shot. I wanted to do it last year, but by the time November rolled around I’d completely forgotten about it.
So I’ll try it this year, and hopefully I won’t forget in a month.
I might use the premise from a short-write from Intermediate Fiction, I’m not sure yet.
WHY IS IT NOT SATURDAY
So today I was in my office listening to a classical station off of iTunes radio (over my headphones). The 1812 Overture comes on and I, being a fan of songs with cannons in them, am kind of humming along to it. Little did I realize that I was making the cannon noises out loud until after I got my 10th strange look from people in the hall.
Fun times.
Also, the universe is freaking weird.
Repressed sexual tension durng REM sleep? DON’T MIND IF I DO
Oh man, Freud would have a field day with this one. I dreamt about Lead last night, very vividly, for the first time in a long time. And if you don’t know the story behind the nickname/the person, then that’s because everything involving him happened before I even knew you. Yeah, it was that long ago.
Anyway.
So in this dream it’s like ten years into the future. I’m at some reunion/huge science conference somewhere in the U.S. Who do I see there but Lead. He’s some big shot scientist now—very fitting. He seems surprised to see me there, and asks me what I’m doing with my life. Apparently I work for the census bureau (also very fitting). He’s like, “oh, really? I never saw you in that sort of career, that’s really cool,” and we have this really pleasant, congenial discussion. I start to think he’s kinda coming on to me.
It’s then that I notice he’s got this huge pole of metal with him (here we go…). It’s like ten feet tall with all these weird elbow joints in it. I ask him what it is and apparently it’s one of the main components for a big research project he’s working on. Not ten seconds later, he asks me to “hold it” while he goes off and does something else. So he oh-so-metaphorically gives me his huge pole. And he’s gone.
And I lose the pole. Somewhere. Probably outside, because the dream shifts and I’m out in these dusty hills searching for it. Instead, I find a backpack with a gun in it. Even though I knew he was going to hate me for losing his pole, I was so excited to go back inside and talk to him that I gave the gun to a pair of kids wandering around outside (because without it, one of them said, their mother was going to have to “go back on welfare again”) and run back inside the building.
But my damn alarm goes off and I don’t get to talk to him again.
Ugh. Sometimes I wonder, you know? This was almost as weird as the “fruit suit” dream.
DETHALBUM II REVIEW OMG *fangirl freakout*
YAY IT’S FINALLY OUT!!
Favorites:
Black Fire Upon Us
This song is badass. There’s no other way to describe it. The only way it could be cooler is if you watch the final episode in which it is featured.
Laser Cannon Deth Sentence
With a title like that, there’s no doubt that this is the most Dethklok song on the whole album.
Symmetry
Rocking song. That’s all I have to say. This might get five stars (edit: it did).
I Tamper with the Evidence at the Murder Site of Odin
Best. Title. Ever. Not quite like it is on the show, but awesome nonetheless.
I’m not having an emotional breakdown, I’m just not wearing pants today
In other news, fuck off.
As usual…
The test I do bi-yearly.
Hahahaha, ohhhhh Vancouver…
Alternate title: “The Buses are Interesting”
To the guy whose music was loud enough for the whole bus to hear it:
Not all of us like Maroon 5, dude. Turn it down. Also, how can you still hear anything?
To the group of high-school kids in the front seats who were oblivious to the two elderly ladies who had to stand in the aisle:
Manners? Anyone?
To the girl who got on the bus, dressed, in her own words, “like a fucking whore:”
Good advice: don’t start telling random strangers on a bus how you’re not even eighteen yet, but that you got “totally wasted” last night and had a fight with your boyfriend and your two best friends who ditched you at the bus stop. And are you physically unable to speak without yelling? Also, last time I checked a map, Barcelona—as much of a “party capital” as it may be—is not in Mexico.
To the girl deep-throating the banana:
What the fuck?
To the guy lip-synching to “Carry On Wayward Son:”
Rock on, dude. I couldn’t hear your music (take a hint, Maroon 5 guy), but you were so obviously enjoying Kansas I almost interrupted you to ask if you wanted to play Rock Band with me later.
I HAVE THE URGE…
THE URGE TO UNDERSTAND MATH!
I don’t know what it is about this subject. It terrifies the hell out of me (especially when I have to take a class in it), but yet when I don’t understand something about it I have this incredible urge to take as many math classes as my soul will allow me in order to actually “get it.”
Right now I want to take calculus again. Lots of it. Mainly because I forgot all that I learned due to losing my notes and the class being at 8:30 in the morning (whose brilliant idea was that, anyway?).
Sigh.
I guess I’m realizing that now that I’ve started grad school, I’m one major step closer to pigeon-holing my education. It’s not undergrad anymore, where nobody gave a crap what I took. I actually have to “stay on task.” Which is surprisingly difficult for me.
Whatever.
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