HELLO, JESSE.
Oh, hello brain. What's up?
IT'S AWFULLY WARM OUT AND YOU'VE BEEN WALKING FOR SOME TIME NOW.
Oh, it isn't so bad. Hope I don't end up too sweaty though.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
What?
YOU DESERVE A TREAT.
Hahaha don't worry about it.
NO, NO, YOU'VE BEEN WORKING HARD AND DESERVE SOMETHING.
Welllll, something fruity would be nice. Freddies is up ahead how about we stop in a get some fruity sort of drink?
YOU'RE THINKING TOO SMALL. WHAT WE NEED IS ICEES!
Icees!
THAT'S RIGHT MY LAD, ICEES. POP INTO THAT BURGER KING AND WE SHALL SUCK DOWN THAT SWEET NECTAR!
Yay! "One small-"
MAKE IT A LARGE.
"I mean one mediu-"
LARGE! THEY DON'T HAVE MEDIUM.
"Uh, I mean large cherry icee please."
"We don't have cherry. Only Coke. And Orange Cream."
"What?"
"Orange Cream"
"Orange Cream? "
GET IT. IT HAS ORANGE! ORANGE IS A FRUIT.
Cream means creamy, not fruity. I don't want a bunch of cream in my ice.
HMMM THAT IS TRUE...
"That's too weird...goodbye."
SsIiGgHh
Epilogue: Who on Earth thought it was a good business model to have icees, but not have cherry. Cherry is fucking classic! If I want to something with coke flavor I can just drink a freaking coke. I have checked out the official list of icee flavors and there are 21 flavors that would be preferable to Coke. Most of them I have never seen for sale. Others I have no idea what they are supposed to taste like. For instance: Country Red, Grapalicious, Golden Punch, Sweet-N-Tart, and Burgundy Grape. Do you know what flavor is depicted in all the pictures? Red...which is... probably cherry? I guess a lot of flavors are red and they are all delicious. Red is rad.
EDIT: I will address this question because I keep getting it: "Wouldn't an Orange Cream Icee taste like a creamsicle?" Answer: It would probably taste like you melted a creamsicle into a glass added some water and ice and then chugged it. Personally the taste might be ok, but ice cream should be solid...that's where the ICE part comes in.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Nice Weather Blues
Since it has now been delivered I am now able to show a CD cover I recently for a mix CD my cousin Melinda requested. Technically this is the piece that became the CD cover, the colors got dulled&darkened out in the printed version and I much prefer it as it is shown here. I also continued my tradition of using anagrams of the recipients name as the title for mixes. Well, it isn't really a tradition. I've only done it a couple other times. In case you're curious the others were "A Bio Map Memory" and "Clean Air Pillow Rain". I didn't think to take pictures of those so they are lost to the ages. I'm pretty sure they weren't very good though.I doodled all over the box I sent it in as well, but I didn't bother taking a picture as it was already very late and the mail room was about to close. However, Melinda did the hard part for me. A round of applause for her hard work.
In other news I really should stop reading for fun, but it is just so hard. Interesting books just keep landing in my lap and I just have to seek out the treasures they contain. They have also inspired me to keep track of all the new words I learn. In order to better cement them into my brain I shall post them up here so you can, (A) feel superior in already knowing it or, (B) learn something new. Today I learned the word:
Sclera - The outer or "white part" of the eye.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I Locked Myself Out..Again
In a change of pace I now find myself putzing about on a computer other than my own. You see I have locked myself out of my apartment. Even worse this is the second time today this has happened. While unfortunate for me, you've lucked out as it has provided me a reason to write a post.
I think comics and cartoons have ruined any appreciation for fine art I might have had. I went to the showing of the senior art projects to see what a couple art major friends of mine had come up with. Everything there seemed very arty and yet nothing there really caught my eye. Don't get me wrong the pieces were technically outstanding. However, my love for comics and cartoons has caused me to look for something very specific in art. I'm not sure what this is exactly, but it something like personal expression. I like to be able to look at something and to see something from the eyes of the artist. Straight from their minds to my eyes. Art's ability to let us get a glimpse into other people's imaginations is one of the things I like so much about it.
Being able to create a paragon of artistic technique is one thing, but using that technique to create something unique is something else all together. The reason I hated the drawing class I took at college was its focus on technique without room for expression. Sure technique is important, and something I greatly lack, but I don't want to create something just for the sack of creating something. If I can't express something through it then I don't see the point.
I think comics and cartoons have ruined any appreciation for fine art I might have had. I went to the showing of the senior art projects to see what a couple art major friends of mine had come up with. Everything there seemed very arty and yet nothing there really caught my eye. Don't get me wrong the pieces were technically outstanding. However, my love for comics and cartoons has caused me to look for something very specific in art. I'm not sure what this is exactly, but it something like personal expression. I like to be able to look at something and to see something from the eyes of the artist. Straight from their minds to my eyes. Art's ability to let us get a glimpse into other people's imaginations is one of the things I like so much about it.
Being able to create a paragon of artistic technique is one thing, but using that technique to create something unique is something else all together. The reason I hated the drawing class I took at college was its focus on technique without room for expression. Sure technique is important, and something I greatly lack, but I don't want to create something just for the sack of creating something. If I can't express something through it then I don't see the point.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
HaHaHa...waitasecond
I've been up all night writing this stupid thesis and I'm going to do the same thing tomorrow night.
April Fools! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...wait...that's actually true. *sigh*. T=AF² where T is truth and AF is an April Fools. You don't see many people attempting these. Probably because trying it will get you strange looks from society. No one likes too much of a good thing.
“Mark, I'm pregnant!”
“WHAT!”
“April Fools!”
“Oh...oh thank God, you scared me-”
“April Fools! Good thing you aren't the father”
“What!?”
“April Fools! You'd better get those child support checks ready asshole.”
Mark Twain once said, “Never let school get in the way of your education.” Sadly this is exactly what I've been doing recently. If I didn't have to bother with school I could have spent today looking over some Physics ideas that have caught my attention and reading Sarah Vowell's thoughts on presidential assassins.
Have you ever been rummaging through your memories when you suddenly realize that someone has always been right? Every once in a while I'll struggle to find some specific picture that I know I have somewhere on my computer. However, figuring out that the picture of your family and img_9403 are one and the same can take awhile. Inevitably this leads me to thinking about my ex-girlfriend Marie [name changed]. You see one day I found her going through renaming all her photos as things that actually made sense. Instead of img_9403 it might read “Family Picture”. Thus enabling her to find that picture with a quick search function. Sadly the obvious practicality of this was beyond me and I thought it was a big waste of time. Knowing myself as I do, I more than likely said so as well.
Of course it is only now as I struggle to find pictures on my computer that I realize the brilliance of her plan. Unfortunately this provokes the thought “What else was she right about?” The short answer is “Quite a lot, in fact.” The realization of being completely outclassed by someone is a strange one. It is made even stranger when they are your ex. This, in turn, is made even stranger when you were the dumper. Although when you consider that I failed to see the obviously usefulness of basic organization it really isn't that strange.
So Miss Marie, I shall take this moment to say “You were right”. You have been added to my list of people whose thought processes have long ago ascended into the higher planes while mine continue to play in the mud. There are just some people you should never argue with. After all you know they're going to be right.
April Fools! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...wait...that's actually true. *sigh*. T=AF² where T is truth and AF is an April Fools. You don't see many people attempting these. Probably because trying it will get you strange looks from society. No one likes too much of a good thing.
“Mark, I'm pregnant!”
“WHAT!”
“April Fools!”
“Oh...oh thank God, you scared me-”
“April Fools! Good thing you aren't the father”
“What!?”
“April Fools! You'd better get those child support checks ready asshole.”
Mark Twain once said, “Never let school get in the way of your education.” Sadly this is exactly what I've been doing recently. If I didn't have to bother with school I could have spent today looking over some Physics ideas that have caught my attention and reading Sarah Vowell's thoughts on presidential assassins.
Have you ever been rummaging through your memories when you suddenly realize that someone has always been right? Every once in a while I'll struggle to find some specific picture that I know I have somewhere on my computer. However, figuring out that the picture of your family and img_9403 are one and the same can take awhile. Inevitably this leads me to thinking about my ex-girlfriend Marie [name changed]. You see one day I found her going through renaming all her photos as things that actually made sense. Instead of img_9403 it might read “Family Picture”. Thus enabling her to find that picture with a quick search function. Sadly the obvious practicality of this was beyond me and I thought it was a big waste of time. Knowing myself as I do, I more than likely said so as well.
Of course it is only now as I struggle to find pictures on my computer that I realize the brilliance of her plan. Unfortunately this provokes the thought “What else was she right about?” The short answer is “Quite a lot, in fact.” The realization of being completely outclassed by someone is a strange one. It is made even stranger when they are your ex. This, in turn, is made even stranger when you were the dumper. Although when you consider that I failed to see the obviously usefulness of basic organization it really isn't that strange.
So Miss Marie, I shall take this moment to say “You were right”. You have been added to my list of people whose thought processes have long ago ascended into the higher planes while mine continue to play in the mud. There are just some people you should never argue with. After all you know they're going to be right.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Don't Trust the Ocean
When you're at the Ocean you might notice the noise. It isn't quiet. Even on a calm day you can hear the noise constantly. The roar of the ocean, as some would say. Personally I think it is more like a growl. As I sit here looking out at it I've come to the conclusion that the Ocean is disturbing. Like the man at the grocery store who wears sandals with socks or your ex in the arms of someone else; there is just something unpleasant about it. It is unnerving to watch, but to turn your back on it would be welcoming a knife in the back. Assuredly some will laugh at this idea, after all it is just a bunch of water. So what makes this particular body of water so disturbing.
For starters the Ocean is big. So big you cannot even comprehend just how big it is, but lets try anyway. The Ocean is approximately 321,000,000 cubic miles. In other terms the Ocean roughly has a mass of 13.6*10^20 kilograms. I, on the other hand, have a mass of about 85.56 kilograms. To create an even better picture visualize it in terms of gallon milk jugs. I am about 22.6 milk jugs. The ocean is 360,000,000,000,000,000,000 milk jugs. For every gallon of my milky being there is 1.6*10^19 gallons of ocean. This means that while I would fill up your fridge, the ocean would fill up over 58,000,000,000 oil tankers. When you think of something that is that much bigger than yourself it is no wonder we've used names to divided it up into sections. It is just a way to try and make sense of it. The Ocean is one of the only places on Earth where we still have little to no idea exactly what goes on in its depths. Sometimes a body will float up from the dark and we'll look at it, shit ourselves, then silently hope these things stay where they are.
The Ocean is filled with crazy ass things. Squid so large they can tear a ship to pieces. Man-eating sharks so perfectly evolved that they've barely changed over the eons. 100 foot aquatic mammals. Creatures that are bioluminescent, color changing, poisonous, limb regenerating, organ spewing, spikey, tooth-filled, and tentacled. If there was one that was all of these things you probably wouldn't be too surprised...unless of course that all described the kid who comes to pick up your daughter for the prom. Although if that was the case you should probably be more worried about your daughter's strange taste in men.
If creatures such as these weren't enough, the Ocean itself is practically a living thing. Like pumping arteries waves are sent to across its body and as the tides go in and out: the gigantic pulsations of makeshift lungs. This body of water can smash things with force enough to knock down a house or bend the lands to fit its shape. It can grab you in its current and pull you down into its depths. You can't really fight it, at least no by normal means. It warps around your blows and takes a deaf ear to your words. Its water isn't live sustaining, its just full of salt.
I'm not saying the Ocean isn't interesting or exciting. Perhaps deep down it is great and I just don't understand it the same way others do. Regardless, I don't like the feel of it. So I don't care what people say. If you aren't just a touch freaked out by the Ocean then there is something wrong with you...same goes for anyone who wears socks with sandals.
For starters the Ocean is big. So big you cannot even comprehend just how big it is, but lets try anyway. The Ocean is approximately 321,000,000 cubic miles. In other terms the Ocean roughly has a mass of 13.6*10^20 kilograms. I, on the other hand, have a mass of about 85.56 kilograms. To create an even better picture visualize it in terms of gallon milk jugs. I am about 22.6 milk jugs. The ocean is 360,000,000,000,000,000,000 milk jugs. For every gallon of my milky being there is 1.6*10^19 gallons of ocean. This means that while I would fill up your fridge, the ocean would fill up over 58,000,000,000 oil tankers. When you think of something that is that much bigger than yourself it is no wonder we've used names to divided it up into sections. It is just a way to try and make sense of it. The Ocean is one of the only places on Earth where we still have little to no idea exactly what goes on in its depths. Sometimes a body will float up from the dark and we'll look at it, shit ourselves, then silently hope these things stay where they are.
The Ocean is filled with crazy ass things. Squid so large they can tear a ship to pieces. Man-eating sharks so perfectly evolved that they've barely changed over the eons. 100 foot aquatic mammals. Creatures that are bioluminescent, color changing, poisonous, limb regenerating, organ spewing, spikey, tooth-filled, and tentacled. If there was one that was all of these things you probably wouldn't be too surprised...unless of course that all described the kid who comes to pick up your daughter for the prom. Although if that was the case you should probably be more worried about your daughter's strange taste in men.
If creatures such as these weren't enough, the Ocean itself is practically a living thing. Like pumping arteries waves are sent to across its body and as the tides go in and out: the gigantic pulsations of makeshift lungs. This body of water can smash things with force enough to knock down a house or bend the lands to fit its shape. It can grab you in its current and pull you down into its depths. You can't really fight it, at least no by normal means. It warps around your blows and takes a deaf ear to your words. Its water isn't live sustaining, its just full of salt.
I'm not saying the Ocean isn't interesting or exciting. Perhaps deep down it is great and I just don't understand it the same way others do. Regardless, I don't like the feel of it. So I don't care what people say. If you aren't just a touch freaked out by the Ocean then there is something wrong with you...same goes for anyone who wears socks with sandals.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Amateur Hour
I don't know if you people know of it, but there is a site called Passive Aggressive Notes. People take pictures of passive aggressive notes they find and they get posted on the site. Needless to say it is awesome. I was looking at this one just now and saw the poem someone had written.
Now I will never claim to be much of a poet, although I think its fun coming up with fun rhymes from time to time. But come on people! None does not rhyme with Gone. It doesn't matter that they end the same way, just say them out loud and you'll see. None rhymes with Bun, Fun, maybe even Bombing Run . Also rhyming Hold with Behold? Seriously? What is this amateur hour? I've seen children with more aptitude for rhyming.
P.S. Their meter is all over the place.
Now I will never claim to be much of a poet, although I think its fun coming up with fun rhymes from time to time. But come on people! None does not rhyme with Gone. It doesn't matter that they end the same way, just say them out loud and you'll see. None rhymes with Bun, Fun, maybe even Bombing Run . Also rhyming Hold with Behold? Seriously? What is this amateur hour? I've seen children with more aptitude for rhyming.
P.S. Their meter is all over the place.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Why Not Both?
Oh I can't stay away from you, dear blog. Although I took a little break I'm still the most active blog of the people I know who blog. This is sad. They should all be ashamed...although not as ashamed as those of you who don't provide anything to entertain me. What am I supposed to read while on the Internet, huh? I demand satisfaction.
+I'm not antisocial. Just a strange kind of social.
I figured I'd do a somewhat nicer one than the junk I've been spewing onto your shoes recently. I wish I had more markers. It is quite hard to try and spread them out sometimes with my limited color range. It does, however, give me a nice excuse for not doing backgrounds. I should be studying, but I decided this needed to get done because it's been partially done for a few days and I've started to hate it. Like eggs or milk my comics are tasty at first but quickly go bad.
What have I been up to recently? Going through the motions I suppose. I feel I've been more awkward than usual today. Like when I played a beat on my juice bottle's pop-top in order to pretend I didn't see someone and thus didn't have to give them the stink eye. Mission I'm A Lamewad: Successful. I blame my hair for being super goofy today. It is doing something truly strange in the back and I can feel it is weird, but I have no means of seeing what it looks like. However, this might be for the best.
I had some other things to say, but they escape me at the moment. Perhaps they'll come to me later...they probably won't.
+I'm not antisocial. Just a strange kind of social.I figured I'd do a somewhat nicer one than the junk I've been spewing onto your shoes recently. I wish I had more markers. It is quite hard to try and spread them out sometimes with my limited color range. It does, however, give me a nice excuse for not doing backgrounds. I should be studying, but I decided this needed to get done because it's been partially done for a few days and I've started to hate it. Like eggs or milk my comics are tasty at first but quickly go bad.
What have I been up to recently? Going through the motions I suppose. I feel I've been more awkward than usual today. Like when I played a beat on my juice bottle's pop-top in order to pretend I didn't see someone and thus didn't have to give them the stink eye. Mission I'm A Lamewad: Successful. I blame my hair for being super goofy today. It is doing something truly strange in the back and I can feel it is weird, but I have no means of seeing what it looks like. However, this might be for the best.
I had some other things to say, but they escape me at the moment. Perhaps they'll come to me later...they probably won't.
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