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I honestly have no idea what the hell this is

So I’m finally trying to work through all those home videos we transferred from the old camcorder tapes a few years ago, right? Currently I’m just going through and making a list of all the things on each tape. Most tapes are the old spring and Christmas plays from St. Mary’s, videos of us opening presents on Christmas Eve and Christmas, and a good number of videos of me doing my dumb “I’m Stephen Spielberg, look at my amazing movies” stuff from elementary school and junior high.

But at the end of one of the tapes was this audio:

That is obviously me singing, but I don’t have any recollection of singing this (or writing it). I don’t know if I was trying to parody something or if I was just making a dumb “rap” and thought it sounded cool; in a lot of my other videos, if I’m making fake commercials or something like that, I’m parodying something that was on TV at the time (like the “I’m Bob from The Money Tree” or Hot Pockets commercials that were parodied in my “Fifth Grade Movie” thing).

For “context,” the other two things that were on this tape (which was labeled “Christmas Play” – super descriptive) were the St. Mary’s Christmas play/concert from 1999 and the first version of our video report on “Stepping on the Cracks” from fifth grade. So if I recorded this song around the same time as these other parts, I would have been…11 years old?

Sounds about right.

But who actually knows.

I sure screeched a lot, though.

I AM HYPER

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(Quality blog post.)

Random Thought:

Does anyone else find the blinker sound of an unfamiliar car unsettling?

You know, this thing:

You get used to the way it sounds in your car (or the car you’re most frequently in), but its specific sound is slightly different in every model and make and I’ve always found unfamiliar blinker sounds very unnerving.

It makes you feel far from home, no?

I remember when I was a kid and my dad and I would go down to visit my grandpa and grandma in LA. The blinker in my grandma’s car always sounded SO DIFFERENT from the blinkers in my parents’ cars and it always reminded me of how far away from home I was.

Anyone else? Or is this just a “me” thing?

How To Lose Friends and De-Influence People:

Make spaghetti but use lasagna noodles instead of spaghetti noodles.
Make lasagna but use spaghetti noodles instead of lasagna noodles.

That’s my profound thought for the day.

I hate everything.

Where…where did this come from?

I swear to god I don’t remember making this, but I can’t find where I would have downloaded it and this is EXACTLY the kind of stupid thing that I WOULD make in a fit of LOLOLOLOL, so who the hell knows.

(Yes, I uploaded it to YouTube in August 2023 because it wasn’t there originally…just on my compy.)

Sleep? Nah! WHY BUY A MATTRESS

Boom, boom, boom, boom / Please get out of my room

So in yesterday’s blog (which like only two of you readers have access to because you know my super secret password LOLOLOLOL), I mentioned that one of my biggest pet peeves is when people misquote TV shows, movies, songs, etc.

I wanted to elaborate on that.

I think this is such a pet peeve of mine because for whatever reason, my one skill in life is being able to remember dialogue for movies/TV shows (and lyrics from songs) as if the movie/TV show/song was just being replayed in my head. I’ve mentioned this in a past blog, but when I was a kid, I frequently had trouble hearing/understanding what characters were saying but could remember the cadence, inflection, and rhythm of their speech. As I grew older, I think my ability to remember these features combined with an improved ability to understand the words themselves and just made it so that all those components fused the words right into my brain.

Like…when I say I can recite some movies word for word from beginning to end, I mean it. I could recite a number of Brian Regan’s routines word for word, too (just ask my mom, hahaha), along with accurate cadence, tone, inflection, etc.

So I think this is such a pet peeve because I have trouble understanding how others could not have this level of recall. If you get a word wrong, the whole cadence is off, and can’t you notice that???

It’s not anything I’d confront anyone over, of course – this is SUPER trivial and SUPER dumb – but it’s just something that rubs me the wrong way. Most of the time I don’t say anything, either, because it’s just not worth the confrontational effort.

Anyway.

(I also like to use this as an excuse as to why I have no sense of direction. The part of my brain that’s responsible for keeping track of where I am in space is occupied instead by the scripts to Mystery Men, Apollo 13, and a whole bunch of other movies/TV shows/songs.)

Stupid Claudia Stuff:

Do y’all ever feel bad for packaging designers? As in, the people/groups/committees in charge of creating the packaging for a product? In most cases, I suspect that people don’t pay much attention (if any) to the packaging and just want the thing inside it.

I mean, I get that much of the impact of an item’s packaging design is probably sub-conscious, but still…how would you feel if the thing you spent each of your working days conceptualizing, creating, and fine-tuning was often just torn asunder without a second thought or glance?

Think of something as mundane as batteries. What do we do when we buy a pack of batteries? We rip open that back slot thingy, grab however many batteries we need, and then we’re good.

Do we ever really look at the packaging itself?

Someone (or a group of someones) designed this. Someone sat down and conceptualized this design, then probably had it approved by one or more other people. Someone had to choose not only how the logo would be placed on the packaging but all the “vital” info as well, such as the battery size, bar code, and all of the safety/other info on the back.

Thought was put into it. Effort was put into it.

And how much do we consciously pay attention?

It makes me kinda sad.

Next time you buy a thing, take a moment to appreciate the packaging. Appreciate that effort and the human touch behind something that we often discard without a second thought.

Petition:

Make Quentin Tarantino temporarily change his name to Pent-In Quarantino during the COVID quarantine and have him make pandemic-related movies. Who’s with me?

Random Thought:

When you’re watching movie or reading a book, do you think about which character you’d play if you were to be in a remake of said movie or book?

Or is that just me and my weird-ass desire to make strange remakes of things that star myself and my friends?

(This is something that I’ve always wanted to do ever since I was a little kid. I have no idea why.)

Dr. Seuss for clouds: “Oh, the Places You’ll Snow!”

Oh my god, I want a Subway tuna sandwich so bad right now. It’s 3 in the morning, but hell, that’s when I usually have dinner anyway. Too bad the closest Subway is like 3 miles away (and is probably closed).

GOD, DELIVER UNTO ME A SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH.

IT’S BEEN THREE MINUTES. I HAVE NO SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH. ERGO, THERE IS NO GOD.

Logic.

(Sorry, I’m really hyper tonight.)

OH CRAP I FORGOT HOW TO BLOG

GUYS.

guysguysguysguysguysguysguys

I’m hyper.

Also, you know you’ve been watching too much Food Network when you have a dream in which Guy Fieri breaks into your house, chugs the entirety of your salt shaker’s contents, and then blasts through the roof using his salt-powered rocket feet. Not rocket shoes, rocket feet.

Edit: holy crap, Guy is 47? He doesn’t look that old. Must be the salt.

STOP! Wait a minute! Fill my blog, put some nonsense in it!

I am in a WEIRD MOOD, so you get a WEIRD BLOG

  • Hahaha.
  • I’m getting back into OK Go ever since we went to the concert.
  • It’s getting harder and harder to wait to read that Newton biography. Though I’m going to read it over the summer! And of course read Leibniz’ bio around the beginning of July, because that’s tradition now.
  • I miss my old band friends.
  • I miss my old high school friends, too. I wonder where everybody is and what they’re all doing now (I’m pretty sure none of them read my blog anymore, haha).
  • UGH, this blog of mine. It’s the most annoying thing on the internet sometimes, huh?
  • Okay, I’m done.

 

Is this the April List? WHO KNOWS?!!?!?!

(Mysteeeeerious!)

(I’m not on drugs, I swear)

I am, indeed, an April fool

When I get super sleep deprived, I tend to make/write/blog things I don’t remember making/writing/blogging about. For example, I found this thing on my USB this morning. Its “date modified” is last night (this morning?) at 3:43 AM.

Dumb Joke

THIS IS NOT FUNNY ON ANY LEVEL
THAT’S NOT EVEN HOW YOU PRONOUNCE “OREGON”
GOD DAMMIT, BRAIN

The Dumbest Joke in the History of Dumb Jokes

Say there are two trees growing close to one another, one with slightly darker bark than the other.
One day, the lighter-barked tree appears to have a single sheath of bark that’s slightly darker than the other bits of bark and looks like it matches that of the darker-barked tree.
And the other bits of bark say to the darker bark, “Dude. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

Crap, that isn’t even a joke; that is me with sleep deprivation plus a six-hour layover in Seattle plus the wake of a mini-freakout from last night when I woke up at my dad’s house and had NO IDEA where I was (I thought I was still in Calgary, but nothing looked familiar and I was scared).

I’m not sorry.
Hell, I’m not even coherent.

(Ignore this.)

Silly Claudia Idea #3144:

What would happen if famous books were really all about statistics?

  • The Trial would become The Bernoulli Trial
  • The Count of Monte Cristo would become The Count of Monte Carlo
  • Great Expectations would become Great Expected Values
  • The Old Man and the Sea would become The Old Man and the C-Test
  • The Wonderful Wizard of Oz would become The Wonderful Wizard of Odds
  • The Bell Jar would become The Bell Curve…though of course, there already is a book called The Bell Curve, so how about this: For Whom the Bell Tolls would become For Whom the Bell Curves
  • The Kite Runner would become The Code Runner
  • The Sun Also Rises would become The Sum Also Rises

And finally,

  • One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich would become One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich is Not a Large Enough Sample Size to Allow Us to Make Claims About the Average Day of Ivan Denisovich.

MAKE IT HAPPEN!

(Sorry, I’m super nervous for tomorrow and thus am making zero sense today.)

Ha

Idea: someone should make a pirate-themed R how-to book and call it R Matey. There would be a little cartoon parrot throughout giving little hints and tricks.

*squawk* “Close your brackets! Close your brackets!” *squawk*

Sleep deprivation is fun.

Boots: Claudia Style

Today I shall show you how to go walking in the snow/rain when you’re an idiot like me and live in Canada but haven’t bought boots yet.

READY?

Supplies:

  1. Two plastic bags (or two large Ziplock baggies)
  2. Pair of knee-high socks
  3. Pair of knee-high socks that you don’t mind stretching a bit
  4. Shoes
  5. Feet (not pictured).

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Step 1: insert feet into pair of knee-high socks.

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Step 2: put baggies over socks as shown.

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Step 3: put other pair of knee-high socks over baggied feet.

Step 3.5: MAXIMUM CANKLE

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Step 4: put on pants and shoes.

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Step 5: ???

Step 6: PROFIT! Or go walking, either one.

What I lack in common sense I make up for in…um…interesting ways to compensate for my lack of common sense.

EDIT: WELL THAT WAS A SUCKY WALK. Even with plastic protection, I was NOT going to walk through five blocks of flooded sidewalk. Nope nope nope. Also my iPod pedometer app had a flip-out moment so I lost half my mileage.

I’m frustrated now.

Rain, Rain, Go Away; I Changed the Locks, Just Leave, Okay?

Stupid crap I think about while driving in the rain:

  • Do windshield wipers have standard speeds, or is that not a thing that’s regulated?
  • Are certain windshield wiper patterns more common than others? By “pattern” I mean the way the wipers go across the glass—like do they both go from right to left and back, or do they open from the middle, that type of thing.

Stupid crap I look up when I get home:

  • Okay, it doesn’t look like there are any U.S.-wide standards on what speeds are necessary.
  • But windshield wiper geometry is most definitely a thing.

For some reason, that makes me very happy.

In this blog: Claudia Wordles Stuff

I’M SO FREAKING BORED

I WORDLED “ODOR”

odor

 

I WORDLED WIKIPEDIA’S “LEIBNIZ” PAGE

Leibniz

 

I WORDLED MY THESIS

thesis

 

I WORDLED THE LYRICS TO INTERACTIVE’S “DILDO”

dildo

 

I THINK I NEED TO SLEEP

Sweet Hot Cajun Invasion, I’m Hyper

The closer I get to this calc final, the more math puns I want to make.

The closer I get to the edge of my chair, the more I want to fall off.

The closer I get to removing all semblance of sanity from my blogs, the more my readers are thinking, “dear god, why did I decide to follow this inanity?”

HAR HAR HAR RED BULL TIME IT’S NOT LIKE I NEED IT BUT WHATEVS!

JEEBUS TAKE THE WHEEL!

Also, my hair’s long enough to braid now. Woo!

My Atmosphere

Idea: some company should make a type of gnocchi and call it Fibonocchi. The box would have to have some sort of mechanism where it would only dispense the gnocchi in quantities of Fibonacci numbers. Like if you shake it five times you get 0 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 3 = 7 gnocchi.

And it could only be served with rabbit.

I think I need to sleep.

Somebody needs to do this if it hasn’t been done yet

Imagine a creation story where the Cosmos gives us two brother gods: Integration and Differentiation. They are responsible for two components of the Universe.

Integration—”The Great Summer”—is in charge of unity and space (well, area, but let’s just go with space). He wields integral symbols as weapons and lives in the sky.

Differentiation—”The Great Changer”—is in charge of division and, of course, change. He’s able to take the smallest components of the universe (hence the “division” aspect) and create a degree of change in it*. He has armor made out of barbs tangent to his skin and lives in the earth.

Something to draw, maybe…?

*Yes, I know taking the derivative of a function does not cause the change measured. Just work with me here.

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God, what’s wrong with me?

HAHA TRICK QUESTION I’M INSANE

Oh, APA…

DSM-5: The Future of Psychiatric Diagnosis

Does that read like a movie poster headline to anyone else?

DSM-V, The Movie: Let No One Escape Diagnosis!

I can see the plot now: “Tim Feltcher’s new job lands him in the town of DSM-V, a quirky little settlement amid dozens of other settlements across the American Midwest.

Upon settling down and living in the town for a few days, however, Tim notices there’s something odd about it. His office mate spends an obscene amount of time in the bathroom washing his hands. His neighbor shouts at imaginary passers-by and often warns him of bats flying through the neighborhood, even though there are never any to be found. His new girlfriend, Becky, stutters incessantly; his boss is too afraid to come out of his office for board meetings.

Tim wonders how he could feel out of place in a town so full of strange and different people. Then one night, just before he drifts off to sleep, it hits him: he is normal.

It isn’t long before Tim is contacted by Steve, a masochist who claimed that he escaped the town because “he no longer fit the manual.” Curious, Tim breaks into Town Hall late one night and discovers, under the floorboards of the mayor’s office, a large book. After strategically dodging the sleepwalking mayor, Tim gets away with the book and meets up with Steve.

It turns out that the people of the town live by the book—that every individual who resides there must be diagnosed with at least one disorder mentioned. The disorders are inflicted upon people by telling them they’re exhibiting problematic symptoms and then placing them on a series of placebo vaccines that help create the illusion that they truly are sick and require treatment. Steve recalls that the book has been revised multiple times, and that back when DSM-III became DSM-IV, he was able to escape between the time that his old diagnosis had been removed and a new one had been put in its place.

Tim decides right then and there that he has to get out of DSM-V. However, the next day he is brought to the mayor’s office and told that he’s been showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and that he must be given vaccines to help combat the further “infection” of the illness. Upon looking for the book, the Mayor discovers it missing! Tim jumps out of the office window [insert overly dramatic movie scene here], sprints back to his apartment, grabs the book, and rendezvous with Steve on the outskirts of town.”

OH GOD,  IT’S A CLIFFHANGER PLOT, HOW WILL THEY SAVE THE TOWNSPEOPLE?!

Haven’t thought about that part yet. Maybe they burn the manual.

Hey, at least I didn’t make a poster. A possible NaNo, but no poster.

Today’s song: Raise Your Hands by Bon Jovi