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Name: Chris
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 12/9/1985
Interests: Computing, Cubing, Ska-ing, Punk-ing, Linux-ing, Penguin-ing
Expertise: "The Master of all that is Digital."
That pretty much explains it.
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AIM:  DontFearPenguins
Member Since:
6/30/2003
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| I have an idea. Next year, the Superbowl should be a big Rolling Stones concert, with 15 minutes of football in the middle. Or better yet, it could be the Rolling Stones at one end of the stadium, and some other epic band at the other end. And they could go back and forth performing songs. A panel of judges from the audience could assign scores based on the rockage factor of the songs they play. Halfway through the show, there can be a break so that the bands can retool their set lists based on the scores, and the viewers can go to the bathroom and restock on snacks. The foozball players can come out and knock each other over for 15 minutes to entertain the people who are too drunk to get off the couch. Then we get straight back to the rockage. At the end, there won't be a winner, but a massive encore featuring both bands, complete with dualing guitars, vocal harmonies, drum-offs, and lots of pyrotechnics. And John Madden is not allowed within 50 miles of the event, lest we have to hear his annoying voice try to inform us that the bands are playing music. Thanks John. Couldn't have figured that one out on my own.
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| Have you seen that Wendy's commercial? The one where everyone refers to prices in terms of Wendy's value menu items? In particular, a husband tells his wife she looks like a million crispy chicken nuggets. The thing is, you get 5 nuggets in an order of crispy chicken nuggets. So right off the bat, she looks like $200,000, at best. But in fact, stuff on the value menu is only 99 cents. Which means that that she looks like a mere $198,000. Someone needs to inform the wife of this so the husband can be slapped accordingly.
On the subject of food, it occurred to me the other night that I have a very odd relationship with seafood. I was never a very big fan. However, the other night I went to get dinner at the grill place where we can use our flex dining money, and I was compelled to get the fish sandwich. (This decision was because I wanted to mix things up. Not because it doesn't have a lot of calories, because it's fish.) I did, and to my surprise, it was really good. But it occurred to me what it was: a fish sandwich. Not a haddock sandwich, or a cod sandwich. It was a fish sandwich. After giving it some thought, I realized that the seafood I eat generally is non specific. My taste buds seem to appreciate a good mystery.
And that's all I have to say about that.
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| Yesterday, JD and I rented a Chanukah movie, namely, "Eight Crazy Nights." The girl who was working at the counter wished us a merry Christmas. I believe sentiment that sums up this situation is "Duh."
And now, a Star Trek Christmas carol:
Jean-Luc Picard (to the tune of ''Let It Snow'')
Oh, the vacuum outside is endless,
Unforgiving, cold, and friendless,
But still we must boldly go--
Make it so, make it so, make it so!
I'm easily amused. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and Happy Festivus.
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| Rejoice, for it is the anniversary of my escape from the womb!
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| I give up at working with other people. There's absolutely no point. It's 10:18, and I'm still waiting on someone to send me his section of a lab report. I have print this out so I can turn it in tomorrow before I go home for break. He knows this, I've e-mailed him two times. It makes me so mad. Luckily, I anticipated this at 8:00, and I did one of the sections he was responsible for doing. I was waiting on the other part, because it's not really important (the introduction) and I figured his sub-par work would suffice if he actually did send it. I suppose that's not going to happen though. Absolutely amazing.
This compliments my experience this weekend with the individual who I was assigned to work with on my ethics debate. It took me a week of calling and e-mailing to get him to respond and agree on a time to meet. We agreed on 12:00 yesterday. 12:15 rolls around and he hasn't shown up. I call him, and he tells me that he and his girlfriend took a spontaneous trip to New York to see a concert, and he didn't get a chance to call me. Fine, I can accept that. So we reschedule for today at 12:00. Once again, 12:15 rolls around, and he's not here. I call him, and this time, he doesn't even answer his phone. He gets around to calling me at 12:40 to tell me he just got out of bed, he's going to take a shower, and he'll be over at 1:00. Well, he finally showed up at 1:30. What is so hard about doing what you say you're going to do? If he wanted to meet at 2:00, he could've told me that. It's the fact that he told me 12:00 and then didn't show up that makes me furious. At that point, he's wasting my time, because I've scheduled my day around meeting at 12:00, not whenever he feels up to it.
The moral of the story: the only person you can depend on is yourself. Everyone else sucks.
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