| Ooooo... |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|03:41 pm] |
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HAHAHHAHAHA!! the FDA so needs to fast track this when the mad scientists get it figured out. Once they do, who wants to have a finger chopping party? |
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| I theeeeee... |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|12:49 pm] |
So lets play the "Gettin' laid" game. The rules are simple...if you want to
have sex with the person who posts this, reply to them with "You're gettin'
laid."
I was told I had to grab this as well since I posted, so you have to as well. |
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| Fun with numbers! |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|12:45 pm] |
We and I have found another fun thing that calculates stuff for you, and this one is for your blood to alchohol content! It isn't nearly as interesting as the space rock of doom calculator, since it doesn't tell you whether you were evaporated, severely burned, or just blinded... but it is a bit more useful since the odds of the planet getting hit by a space rock vs. you catching a buzz on any given day are somewhere around number-so-big-it-hurts to -23. I'm not sure how that would work in actual statistics or whatnot, but it sounds pretty damn unlikely to me so we'll just leave it at that.
Funny aside to go with this though, as I'm me and there must be funny asides or the universe will implode (also improbable, but I can do it, fear). I decided to check on what my B/A level normally is after consuming a sixer of various strong beers I tend to have about from time to time. I started with storm king since it's just loverly, to see how much of my space it's worky bits invade. Keyed in all the relevant information asked for, hit calculate, and came up with "you should be dead or in a coma". Given that I'm still here to type this, apparently they were wrong. Now for the list of reactions I had to this in the order in which I had them:
1. Jebus, I don't drink nearly enough to get around a "you should be dead"
2. Fuck that. I'M SUPERMAN!
3. They must've used lightweights to figure their results.
4. Dammit, this thing's just silly. Back to calculating for space rocks.
5. Hey.. what's that 6 doing on the left of the decimal point? Fuck..
This internal conversation took about three seconds, the last one of course being the point in which I figured out I must have entered something wrong. After rechecking it a FEW times and being very assured that I had indeed put in all the numbers *I* wanted, and that they were in the right place, I was still a bit perplexed. This left me with no recourse other than to read the instructions carefully. This was when I noticed that it wanted fluid ounces for the total amount, and I had put in millilitres. For the record, one fluid ounce = 29.6 millilitres, there are 6 12oz bottles in a six pack, and that comes to about 2,100 millilitres. I had basically been calculating for what drinking 175 9.1% ABV beers over 8 hours would do to me. This turned out to be a B/A level of 600% as can be guessed from reaction number five. Apparently I'm also a master of quantum mechanics, as I can actually shift molecules and atoms around through time-space well enough to pack six times the amount of liquid into me than I'm physically equipped to contain. Between the space rocks, universe implosions, and quantum mastery.. I really think I should be classified as a mobile cosmic disaster area at this point. Fear my extra dimensional beer skills. |
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| Gubbins and worky bits |
[Jun. 12th, 2005|11:19 am] |
I all up and got tagged for the 6 fav song thing by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) desmondus
Metallica - Of Wolf and Man
Social Distortion - Highway 101
Flogging Molly - In the Light of a Fading Star
Joe Satriani - Up In the Sky
Lords of Acid - Rover Take Over
Rasputina - The New Zero
At first I didn't think I'd have enough folkses to tag 6 others, turns out I did. I am however not checking journals to see if anyone's already been tagged... as that would do strange things that might end up causing the end of the world. I am told these sorts of things happen all the time.
marbleeye
drazster
frostfalcon
rhinecat
arisonn
otherkarst |
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| A challenge |
[May. 28th, 2005|12:11 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Les Cowboys Fringants: Camping St. Germaine | ] |
Time for a game. The word creation game. It's very easy in principle, though can be more difficult in practice. We've seen it done in various books, the most interesting of which had to do with a girl named alice. From that we got words such as vorpal and jabberwocky (despite alice's absence). Now it's our turn, or at least we'd like to think so. AS SUCH! Come up with words, don't care about the mechanism either. Even if they're obscure made up words you've heard before, just make sure you give credit. A collection of 'em needs to be started it does. Perhaps it would just be best if I got on to examples for a frame of reference:
Spinnyhobnobblyjubblyboob - A word created due to way too many hallucinogens, and actually started as a seemingly intelligent thought. At least it felt like it at the time, but it got jumbled and this was the result.
Beerios - Beer and cheerios, the breakfast of TRUE champions.
Stupithon - A competition of idiocy, usually held by people who think they know something but don't.
Gubbins - Came from 40K, means pretty much any mysterious but seemingly important part of a complex machine that nobody understands.
Brextels - A combination of "breasts" and "texels". Another hallucinogen inspired word. It mainly happened due to an abundance of hallucinogens and a TV comedy skit called McHooters. Strange things can happen under the influence, including everything appearing as fractals. I'd explain further but you'd rather have had to see it, and that would mean using my brain. Nobody wants that, not even me.
Worky bits - See: gubbins |
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| Ole ole ole ole |
[May. 26th, 2005|12:30 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | *eeeeeeeee* ah tinnitus | ] |
Throat feels like a gravel pit?
-Indeed.
Feel like I lost weight by sweating?
-Hell, the shirt's probably still moist.
Head feels vaguely thumped on?
-More than vaguely I must say.
Ears still ringing?
-WHAT?
Well hell, one might think I was at a concert last night or something. Ooooh yeah, I was. Good thing too, that'd be a terrible way to wake up without having a very good reason.
( The rest of the stuff, cut because it's long as usual ) |
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| Ah headbones, where would I be without you |
[May. 10th, 2005|06:27 pm] |
Events of late, now with extra happenings!
I was considering putting in the standard "nothing too exciting recently" opening just for lack of a good starting phrase, and then it occurred to me to ask myself what exactly would have to happen to warrant opening with "some pretty exciting things recently". As I rather expected as soon as it occured to me to ask myself this question, I came up with nothing. It's a rather moot point in any case, as there have been some nice occurances recently along with the not so nice ones, which I figure to be pretty standard.
( This is all long, and I'm a nice guy occasionally ) |
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| Made 'ye look |
[Apr. 21st, 2005|02:59 pm] |
We apologize for the inconVenience |
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| *chewchewchew* <-- he's chewing! |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|09:57 am] |
I have just been witness to what *has* to be one of the more ridiculous arguments ever to take place in the history of the world. Apparently there was a basketball game played last night that had all the obsessive sports fanatics on the edge of their chairs. Given that someone has to loose in sporting events, lest they become more disinteresting than they already are, it is basically required that at least one group of people call foul play in all the many ways there are to do so. This was the basis for the rather loud "discussion" that was taking place across the hall while I was sitting in here trying to concentrate on some very dry and boring documents. Since this particular conversation was rapidly getting louder than the usual day to day sports arguments it was determined by the molecules in my brain that it warranted closer inspection. I get up, I haul myself over there under the guise of getting a drink, and come in on someone using this in their argument as to why the game should be tossed or whatever: "They aren't allowed to run in basketball." I don't know much about sports in general, but even my jaw hit the floor. That same phrase was repeated several times as the other participants in the fanatical argument egged said person on, and said person repaid in kind by repeating their argument a few more times. This clearly points out to me that the person in question actually thinks that on some level, or at least is capable of thinking it in the delerious state some fanatics can get into. I fear for our planet.
In other odd news, the residents directly across the hall from us are getting a bit wierd. For the most part we don't hear or see anyone at all in our building. A couple weeks ago though, I came home from a late night run to the store and could hear quite a bit of shouting emanating from our directly across the hall neighbors' window as I walked though the parking lot. I didn't pay much attention to it at that point, but about ten minutes later when I was poking about in the kitchen the shouting moved into the hall and there was some door slamming involved. Last night was a revisitation of this, only worse apparently. The first occurance of such events I only heard the initial stages because I was in the kitchen. This time around both kat & I could hear it getting silly clear back in the bedroom, and THEN it moved into the hall where it got loud enough to be understood plainly. Then came the slamming of... something that I hope was the door and what sounded like an elephant clomping around on the stairs, followed by more shouting. I'm usually relatively unphased by such things and I'd completely forgotten about it by the time I woke up this morning. It was a little hard, however, to not put a few things together when I came across the broken pane of glass by the building's main door. It wasn't a door slamming that shattered it either, it was relatively obvious that something had either been thrown though or punched through this defenseless bit of melted sand. Somehow I think there's going to be some annoyances here soon. |
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| Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|10:54 am] |
Weird quirks! Yes, I have decided that the weird quirk molecules of my brain will be exposed to the world... just for the fact I can. Also for the fact I think I got repetative when I was speakin' to des, so apparently it has significance. Give it a try, it'll be fun.
The word "meal". I don't know what it is about it that drives me nuts. It's even contextual! If it's used in reference to sitting down and eating, the twitches kick in. If it's just someone talking about ground up grain, I'm fine.
Machines in water can have a range of effects, from general uneasyness to all out terror. This even extends to still pictures and movies, even though I love movies that are set under water. The scene from "The Abyss" in which they're photographing the rotors of the sunken submarine make me incredibly uncomfortable. The worst manifestation of this one was when I was about ten and went with my folks to the national power plant in Maryland. At the time they had a replica of Nemo's submarine from "1,000 Leagues Under the Sea" in a large pool just inside the door. I almost collapsed at the sight of it.
Fascination with seeing the core of an operational nuclear reactor, even though I'm beyond terrified of radiation. Note: The only way to see a reactor in operation is to see a machine in water. Nice!
Nails on a chalkboard. This doesn't bother me in the slightest. You can scratch all day and I'll just look at you funny. Now.. grab the ERASER (especially the black kind used in schools) and rub it around on the same chalkboard. This will make me want to murder you where you stand, especially if it's an unusually dry day. Fortunatly this has gotten much less severe now that I'm not in school.
The vent above the door in our bathroom. My brain (not "me") is beyond convinced there's a lawn gnome or SOMETHING in there. It doesn't even creep me out, but it's almost reflexive for me to keep an eye on it when I'm taking a shower. I've gotten a few metric tons of soap in my eyes because of this. |
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| Who likes devastation? |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|01:05 pm] |
Well, now you can plot and plan all the devastation you ever wanted, if your preferred type of devastation is massive rocks slamming into the planet. You can get the entire profile of your preferred extinction level event via space rock just by punching in a few numbers with the "Earth Impact Effects Program (now with twice as much flaming death!)" just by clicking here
Happy hunting.
( An example of what you can do! ) |
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| A matter of perspective |
[Feb. 3rd, 2005|08:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Mildly buzzed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Les Cowboys Fringants - Camping St. Germaine | ] |
HAH! I won't claim this is like.. two billion percent accurate, but do it anyway and post (comment) your results.
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
The results are less than descriptive in that unfortunatly, so here's a site that has some more descriptive sillyness: http://209.15.29.56/myersbriggs/intp.htm
Sorry at starts at my results, the base directory doesn't have a proper index set up. Just click your result at the top of that page to see the descriptive version of your results.
Here's another with a few more descriptors: http://www.personalitypage.com/high-level.html
I took it 10 times just to see and got the same result every time, even when I modified the possible "on the fence" type answers. That and the result seemed to fit me, so I'm curious about the rest of 'ye. Also, this will mark the first post where I filled out the mood/music sillynesses. HAHAHHAHAHAH!
Note: Not sayin' anything by this, but it'd be interesting to see what the lot of 'ye get. |
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| Glutton for punishment |
[Feb. 3rd, 2005|03:56 pm] |
[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
[02] I will then tell what song(s) remind me of you.
[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] Last, i will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] Put this in your journal so that you can not just be an attention whore, you can actually contribute to the LJ world
Note that I will probably suck at this, especially the celebrity part, but it seems to be making it's way around and I feel the need to jump in. |
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| Don't think I don't see you |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|08:13 am] |
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your own bulletin...along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
"Setup installs the registry editor (regedt32) in the %systemroot%\system32 directory during installation."
Microsoft press Windows 2000 Professional study guide. Turned out to be insanely useless to me in the long run, and has been collecting dust in a remote corner of my desk for about three years now. The other most interesting thing in the brainbox right now is the fact I'm very impatient for how stuff works to put up it's article on "how riot control works". It amazes me that they'll probably have something informative to say about riot control. I don't think I could come up with something more detailed than how it usually seems to play out, i.e. wait for them to make the first move, then beat the snot out of any that give you cause. Perhaps I over simplify it, we shall see. |
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| Icky sticky mt. dew |
[Oct. 22nd, 2004|02:43 pm] |
Time to throw another one of these up. Not really time to actually.. it's friday and some genious decided to turn the heater on for the building. Too much heat always makes me feel rather not motivated.
( Spooooooooooge ) |
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| What happens when I wring out my brain!!!! |
[Aug. 26th, 2004|04:30 pm] |
Ah home, how do I hate it at times. More correctly, I like home, as far as my actual place of residence is concerned. It's the bits that surround it that tend to drive me directly up a wall, and that's on a normal day. Now I'm in that lovely mental state for which I have adopted the term "the fog of war", yes I stole it from various RTS type games. It's a weird mixture of comming back from vacation, and a varying level of culture shock depending on where I am given that I've been hanging out in the woods surrounded primarily by people I like for over a week. An example of the variance I speak of: Driving around putting up with the congestion and general sillyness of other people in their cars where there is at least some degree of separation = Mild distaste and an urge to be back home where I can lock the door. Walking into a wal-mart = Sheer insanity and a desire to burn down civilization as we know it.
Ah well, carrying on about how things are currently is for another post that I'll probably never make given that everyone knows the story... they live it most every day. This is supposed to be a recap of pennsic and the events directly surrounding it beginning to end. So if you're brave, and you have half an hour to read, I give you... ( THE PENNSIC RECAP MEGAPOST!!!!111 ) |
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| From boredom's heart, I stab at thee! |
[Aug. 6th, 2004|08:50 am] |
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So far the high point of my day has been taking apart a processor... my supervisor's kid COMPLETELY roached the thing. The die is so scorched I'm amazed the mobo didn't melt. Now.. given that taking apart a CPU isn't exactly the most exciting thing there ever was, I present ( YET ANOTHER SURVEY! ) |
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