Eventful Night

Hey guys, I'm still alive over here. (O_O)^
On the other hand, I can't say the same for a lot of people after last night. I dunno what happened but at least 8 people checked out with cardiac arrests in the night. I've never known that many individual people to go down in a single span of 12 hours. (Twelve hours is the length of my EMT shift.)
The outbreak of burglaries and fights didn't help things either.

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In other news, Gearbox Studios really has the best taste in music for their Borderlands video game intros. Enjoy.

Shiny! Sparkly!

Check out my new stethoscope!

Littmann Classic II S.E.

But, more importantly, look at what I had engraved in the chestpiece.

(_ÔÓ)=O*(#>.<)

Dream 8/24/2012

I was the captain of a trans-dimensional passenger airship called the NHS Tangible. The inter-planar space looked like the Gummi ship travel zone from Kingdom Hearts. I ferried people from one reality to another, docking at ports by "dropping" back into solid space at predetermined coordinates. Those coordinates corresponded to massive hangar bays in the target dimension. They functioned like airlocks of sorts. All air would be sucked out to maintain a vacuum before allowing a ship to come in. Dangerous stuff happens when matter appears in preoccupied space.

Anyway, our Wraith drive started to malfunction mid-shipment and we started jettisoning cargo back into solid space to "lighten the load". Normally, dropping material haphazardly into inter-planar space is a heinous crime because you never know where and in which solid dimension this stuff will end up but in emergency situations the law made exceptions.

Dream 8/13/2012

I had myself a messenger pigeon hawk.

Oh, first do you know how messenger pigeons work? Well, they are these pigeons that are trained to always return to 'home'. Humans started training and using these animals to deliver messages over long distances back in the pre-internet days. I'd always thought they had some kind of uncanny ability to seek out an addressee, but no. The reality is much more mundane. You had to deliver the bird first, probably in a cage, to the addressee and then that person would attach a message to the pigeon before releasing it and the bird would then fly back to its home, where the sender would receive a reply. So really, it is a one-way communication device.

We Tried

Apologies for the cryptic post yesterday, peeps. Had to get that out of my head.

Ran my first code last night and it was... interesting. Oh, 'code' means cardiac arrest, which means someone died, FYI.

We tried to get her back but, as I said, she'd already made up her mind it seems.

She was an octogenarian so I hope she had a full life while she could.

Blink

Never gave much thought to blinking before. Neither have you. It's entirely involuntary most of the time, isn't it. One of those things you pay no mind whatsoever when everything's working as it should.
Effortless.
Shutting the eyes takes a fraction of a moment. Less.
Means she must have left quick. At least shut the doors behind after you go.
Or windows, rather.
Her eyes never shut.
Never shut.

SWEET!

Guess what I got in the mail today?

Post-Apocalyptic

Today my brother pointed out that I like post-apocalyptic stuff "too much".
I retort that I like it just the right amount: "lots".

You can make any kind of story set in regular times. There's a virtually unlimited supply of resources out there in a pre-apocalyptic world. That ain't interesting! But in the aftermath of an end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it scenario people will have to survive by scraping up the remnants of civilizations decadence. Bullets will be in finite supply since the factories and advanced manufacturing technology will have been destroyed. Clean water will be scarce. That's a cool premise! Movies like The Book of Eli [2010], books like H.G. Wells' The Time Machine, and video games like Fallout get me in a special way because of these little details.

Yeah. That Happened.

Anyone watch the 1st Round table tennis match between North and South Korea? Or the DPRK and the ROK if you wanna be technical about it.
 
Well, I noticed something in the NBC broadcast. After the match, just as the two competitors shook hands the camera cut away so fast anyone who blinked might not have seen this:

The cut-away was so conspicuously rough I can just imagine some stooge in the editing department leaping across the room to slam the Censor button. Normally, they transition between footage with a sparkling NBC logo. This time they whipped away to show something unimportant like people standing on the sidelines.

You stay classy, NBC.

Hugs!

I've forgotten almost all of the dream I had last night. The only thing I do recall is giving D-girl a hug.
\(%____)/

Memorabilia

So you remember those kewl taekwondo pins they're selling over in the Team USA shop?

When I get my hands on one of those I'm going to cherish it cuz it's so cool. But is it really something to get excited about? Is it really special and/or rare? Well, no. They sell 'em to anyone who wants one or three. But I think about it and I believe I could go my whole life and never encounter another person in the street with this pin displayed on their backpack. I believe that makes it rare in a de facto manner, doesn't it? There could be a giant stockpile of these left sitting in a warehouse somewhere when the 2016 Olympics come around but that doesn't mean anything to the rest of us, does it? Does it matter? Not really.

I still want one. When I click on the Shop link on the official London 2012 Olympics website it automatically re-directs me to the Team USA shop. You guys who live in other countries, does your Olympic shop sell different looking TKD pins? I'm pretty sure these products aren't individually designed, these are official London Olympic memorabilia.

I Am Really Curious

I wonder how they are pronouncing this guy's name.

Jang Jeekay? Jang Jike? Zzzzzhang Zzzzheekay?

The Dark Knight Falls... Flat On His Face

Watched The Dark Knight Rises [2012] yesterday. It was a mess. I don't know what that movie was trying to say. Isn't this the same Gotham that contained convicts that refused to blow up citizens on the other boat and vice versa? Isn't this the city that's "full of people ready to believe in good"? Well, apparently they really do get along with convicts just fine. To the point of shooting at cops with assault rifles and charging to meet them in battle like some kind of medieval engagement. The final street battle was all kinds of retardation and contrivance, by the way.

Apparently all it takes to make people repudiate Harvey Dent, their white knight, is for a masked madman to read from a ream of papers which he claims to be the true story of Dent's demise written by the police commissioner. That doesn't even sound likely even though it was true.

And Bane's character. Besides the use of the name 'Bane' he really had nothing to do with the Batman universe character of that name. They never made note of any strength-enhancing drugs, a hallmark of the character. He also wasn't a massive person at all. He was of above-average stature at best. He only sporadically exhibited any measure of 'super-human' strength. Without the name I'd have thought he was just an above-averagely strong man the entire movie.

Catwoman's character never really got any development. I think they just needed a pretty face and a happy ending for Bruce.

At the end of the film John Blake (Gordon-Levitt) reveals his legal name is 'Robin John Blake'? Not Dick Grayson? I was disappointed at that.

And, of course, Bale's "Batman voice" is still as ridiculous as ever. It seemed like everyone knew Bruce was really Batman and yet, when in costume, he'd still talk to them using that voice.

Jingoist Cunt John Leonard

What the fuck is this?

John Leonard, a U.S. swim coach, believes Chinese swimmer Ye Shiwen's gold medal victory in the women's 400m Individual Medley event was due to "genetic manipulation" or "doping".
(- -)
She set a new world record and beat the second place swimmer, Elizabeth Beisel (U.S.), by a good two body lengths or almost 3 seconds. Leonard's choice words to describe this accomplishment: "disturbing" and "unbelievable".

Where were these words when Ryan Lochte (U.S.) sped to gold in the men's equivalent earlier today? He finished a full three body lengths ahead of the rest of the field. More than 3.5 seconds faster than the silver medalist, Thiago Pereira. Nothing but praise and accolades for him though.

Oh hey, I have NBC on behind me and I just saw the women's 200m individual medley. Guess what commentary I hear as the swimmers prepare?
"...and there's Yee Sheewen. Some... er, top sports officials have questioned the validity of her performance".
Yeah. Right. 'Top sports officials', as in a single official. Your official.

By the way, her name is pronounced like the sentence, "Yeah, sure, when". And she got gold in the event, mo' fukkas.

Blogger Changes

Every time I Publish a post Blogger prompts me to Share it on my Google+. What the hell, Google? This stinks of desperation, I just want you to know that.

Anyone actually use Google+ here? Like, primarily? Not just "I have a Google+" but actually use it with friends and Circles and shit?

NBC Commentators

The NBC television network secured the rights to broadcasting the XXX Olympic games here in the United States. 
And it sucks ass, man.
They never shut up. It's like they believe they aren't doing their jobs unless they constantly talk. Throughout the women's Team Archery medal events they babbled incessantly.
South Korea (ROK) faced off against China (PRC) in the gold medal match. Russia dueled the Japanese for bronze.
My biggest problem was that they kept making comments with insulting undertones. Or maybe I'm just touched in the brain. (%___)

Dun Goofed

So I'm basically a full month behind on posts now. Maybe I should do a challenge type thing?

In other news, the XXX Summer Olympic Games have started. I'm waiting in anticipation for the taekwondo events that start on the 8th of August. Two weeks away, man! /(>~<)\

In other news, I dunno about the commentators/announcers where you are but American cunts can't pronounce non-European foreign names worth shit. That's disrespect. Unintentional, maybe, but it's there. If you're going to send someone to cover an international event pick someone with some multicultural experience, not that faggot good ol' boy.

Also, curiously, the U.S. Olympic Team shop has a category for "USA Karate". (It contains a single T-shirt.)

But guess what?

Karate is not a sanctioned Olympic sport...

Aaaand guess what ISN'T listed? Taekwondo. But if you search for 'taekwondo' products you do get results.

I think you could say that someone dun goofed.

♫Pooh Bear, Winnie the Pooooh Bear♫

D-girl loves Winnie the Pooh. Loves.

One night I was bored and D-girl had work to do. So I had to amuse myself.

Enjoy. For best results, click on the first one and use Blogger's built-in slideshow.

Energy Drinks

I used to be a serious energy drink junkie. Amp, Rockstar, Monster, Red Bull, Nos, 5-Hour Energy, I had everything. Taurine and guarana chemical concoctions.
On the other hand, I don't care for coffee.
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5-hour Energy and its knock-off cousins.

Later in the semester. I don't even fit in the frame anymore!

And then one fateful day I attended a Rally for Life event at which Rockstar was giving away cans of their sweet nectar. I took about 15 cans. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem at all. AT ALL. But it happened to fall at the end of the semester. My demand for energy drinks plummeted and the cans sat for months. By which time they expired. I drank one and the hold was broken. I haven't had a bullet can of any kind since. On the other hand, I do carry an emergency bottle of 5-Hour on me at all times.

Now I'm Craving Some Noodles. Again.

One more pic from the Festival.

The spoon was unnecessary.

If I recall, that look of disdain on my face is because a friend of mine broke my sliced egg.

I want one of these.

Eating A Crepe

Check out them Transition lenses.

In other news, I found out it's illegal for companies in the U.S. to sell corrective lenses (i.e. glasses, contacts) without a proper prescription. Makes sense. You shouldn't skimp on things like this.

I'm thinking of getting a new pair of glasses. I'm wearing the 4th pair at the moment and these are fairly old and worn. In fact, they're kinda crooked on my face.

Caught Unawares

Surprise picture taken by S-girl.

I believe I was eating corn Chex. Corn cereal has a pleasant smell in milk. Nothing smells quite like it.

More Eats

Here's another picture from that day. It was the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington D.C., in case you were wondering why all the Japanese foods.

There's a scoop of green tea flavor on top of a scoop of mango flavor ice cream, all in between a mini-pineapple.

Also D-girl in the middle and Z-girl on the right. She seems slightly pleased.

Scars

I got this first one being stupid.
Actually, that applies to all of these... (◎◎▂)
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I was boiling some nice chicken stock when I decided to lift the lid and check on things. A poof of steam came out and scalded the anterior side of my forearm. I ran cold water over it and it became an angry red. Initially I thought that was it and I went back to playing BioShock. A little while later I noticed it had started to blister. I wrapped with sterile gauze and over the course of a day or so it turned into a single large blister as plasma leaked from the damaged cells. It's faded a great deal since then.

Where Are Those Posts Going? (o o ) ( o o)

After publishing a post I'll leave it up for a day so it'll show up current on your feeds. After that, in the interests of organization, I throw it into the wormhole so it will stack contiguously with the rest of the blog. I'll catch up eventually. No worries.

H-hey There, Buddy ( '_' )/

I'm still alive.

Busy times.

Meanwhile, here's a picture of me eating something.

Head first. Natch.

Stick A Fork In Me

I'm getting a nice oven-baked tan on my extremities on account of all the time I'm spending in the sun. One of my co-workers looks sorta like this now:

His skin tone I mean.

Also, my feet are developing an interesting spotted pattern because of the shoes I wear.
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I tried to find a picture of the product online but apparently no one sells it anymore. Plus, I've never seen a pair like it.

SPECIAL. 

I'll post pics of the shoes and feet in a later post. In the meantime, speaking of tanning:

Temperature Rising

So far it's been a temperate summer. In fact, it's been unseasonably cool, most days loitering around the 70 degree range.

That changed yesterday.

90. BAM. Right in the face.

If there's one thing I like about working as a lifeguard, it's the fact that I can be around a nice body of water all day. A cool pool, as it were.

Swimming

I love swimming. It's the closest thing the human body can get to flying. Sky diving, BASE jumping, etc., all of that is literally falling with style. Your trajectory is inexorably downward.
Hang gliding is a close second. You are almost soaring through the air by yourself. But the big wing contraption is still there and you have to keep moving forward to stay aloft. When you're swimming, there's just you and the water. Up, down, those directions only limit you to the extent you can hold your breath.

There's some kind of irony in there about flying but having no air. Meh.

I use it as a wallpaper.

Oh Hey, I Remember You

I totally forgot about watching K-ON!
Breaking Bad Season 5 hasn't finished yet, so I won't watch that. Game of Thrones has ended for a while so that's out. Guess I should start up on that anime again, eh?

Or should I watch LOST? Decisions...

デタラメ・マザコン・チェリーボーイ 〜for the movie〜

OH SNAP GUYS

So there's this fictional band called the 金玉ガールズ (Kintama Girls), right? They exist in the world of Detroit Metal City. It's a cool series I highly recommend checking out if you have a sense of humour.

Anyway, the (fictional) band released a single cd and I managed to pick it up a few months ago. But, a terrible, terrible twist of fate befell me. The track titles on the files had become corrupted.

Three tracks. I already knew the name of the first track (title of this post) so that wasn't a problem. The third track was an instrumental version of the first, again no problem. But Track 2. The file name was just a jumble of nonsensical wingding symbols. How the hell do I find its name? This is pretty obscure material to begin with. "Hey internet, what's the name of the second track on a hard-to-find single from this fictional band?"

I filed the quest away for a while but today, I found it. At long last. A website that sells imported cds decided to post the tracklist.

2. クダらねぇ社会

Be Kind, Please [<<]

I've started a review process on the blog, going through all the posts since the beginning and performing maintenance work as needed. Some YouTube videos I embedded have since been removed by the uploader so I've removed 'em, some images are no longer hosted and just show a Broken icon so I've replaced them with ones built to last i.e. uploaded one myself, and so on. At some point early on I changed the font I use here, so I've had to re-organize the text in some places. Boring stuff for you to hear about, I'm sure. But an interesting exercise for me. I feel that pride. The pride of authorship.

Heh

Hope that anger I released hasn't flayed the skin from your faces. Here's some lighthearted happy happy joy joy for you

Ok, so maybe only one apiece of happy and joy.

Pay Attention

I'm not saying you shouldn't pay attention to news. It's a small planet and it would behoove you to know what's going on in the neighborhood or even the neighborhood across town. A blind man may see nothing but only an idiot runs with his eyes closed. Ooh, I like that line. (O◡O )

I'm saying you should pay attention when you consume that news. Take everything with that proverbial grain of salt. Unless the story is about you or involves you directly, you probably don't know shit about what really happened. All you know is what they show you. And they show what they want to show the way they want to show it.

Do You Like Eating Shit?

You ever read or watch a news report about something you already have knowledge of? You ever notice how the reporter/writer gets facts wrong? If you've never had this experience, then congratulations. Apparently, you know nothing. About anything. Until you wiki/google it. Then you come back a fucking expert, don't cha?

There are only three words that are correct in this image.

Pho 79

I have a craving for noodle soup. The cup noodle didn't satisfy as much as I thought it would.

Speaking of pho, here's a story for you. Years ago, my brother walked into a Pho 79 (a chain of Vietnamese restaurants here) and said, "Fo seventy-nine? I heah you numba one!" in an exaggerated FOB accent. The head chef promptly kicked him out.

And that's the story. Thank you for your attention.

LOL

YES!

Months ago I lost my 4GB SD card. It can hold a large cargo of memories in the forms of video and pictures but I put it somewhere last year and I couldn't find it again. Well, guess what?! I FOUND IT TODAY! I had put it in my camera's original box along with the AV cable, that I never use, and the battery case, which I never need. Aren't I just the smartest idiot? Of course I should put that thing in the camera box if I'm not going to use it. That's smart. But why didn't I check there when I couldn't find it? That's dumb.

Oh Yes, That's Some Good FEAR (⌐⌐_)

Last night I had a dream. I was standing in a large crowd of people. A stage and podium stood in front of the gathering and everyone looked at it silently, expectantly. I looked left and right, scanning the crowd but I realized no one else moved their heads at all and I became self-conscious about the motion. Stopped. Then I considered going up closer toward the front to get a better view of whoever would be the speaker. I pushed forward slowly but as I slipped between two people I bumped into a short girl on the other side. She turned around just as a man stepped up to the podium. My gaze locked on him as he made the first noise I'd heard in the dream.

Dream - Insect Infestation

More insects in my dreams, guys.

Last night my room was infested with large household cockroaches. I ran around spraying them with bug killer and they exploded into pixels.

Annoyance #5: Poor Workmanship

Sometimes I get a craving for sodium. Not just pretzels or potato chips. I mean 'bad-for-your-health-but-tastes-so-good' sodium. I am, of course, talking about instant ramen. My uni days are behind me. I'm back home now. Those lean days of ramen noodles by necessity are over. Nevertheless, on occasion the desire for salty unhealthiness comes over me and I grab one of these.

Books. Do You Read Them?

Well, here I am reading Let The Right One In. And, just in case you didn't know, it's a book translated from Swedish just like The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.

So then. What if these books hadn't been popular enough in their home country? What if they hadn't managed to garner enough attention to warrant English translations and U.S. publications? How would I have come into contact with them? Beyond wild coincidence or some Swedish language class or further forays into "it was meant to be" tosh, I simply wouldn't have.

Extrapolate how much stuff we're missing out on that's happening outside our "territories". Man, once again, I imagine how much more thoroughly I'd be able to live if I had me some immortality.
How much do I know about Swedish pop culture? Not much. It's outside my cultural territory. And only a simpleton would imagine the Swedes didn't have a pop culture at all. They have references, and in-jokes, and stock characters, and I don't have any part of it. But I wish I did.

Everyone is missing out on a lot of stuff around them. I don't think most people give it much thought, and most of those that do just take it as a fact of life and don't lament it. Maybe it's easier to get by that way.

What was the last book you read and when? Be honest now. I mean more than just skimming. And I definitely don't count any one that you were assigned or required to read. I'm asking you what was the last book you read purely by choice.

Objective Complete

Silly sammich. He's got the L and the T but no B.

When was the last time you felt satisfaction at having accomplished something? Something worthwhile. I highly recommend getting that feeling, man. This shit is thoroughly good. I'll tell ya what it was later, I promised someone else I'd tell 'er first second so you just sit tight and marinate yourself with curiosity.

Title Text

Speaking of images on this blog, I've started adding title text them. It's that stuff that pops up when you hold your cursor over an image. Like on xkcd. Before you go wasting your time, I'll help you out and just tell you that I only started on Monday's post. Before then all the images were both plain and invisible on the blog feeds. (= =___) How lame, right?

Anyhoo, from now on you can have an extra helping of my humour and wit.

Your reaction.

Once Around the Solar System

I always take the car. That car has class.

So then. It's been exactly one year since I've started blogging. I haven't managed to post once everyday for the year, 'tis true. But I've made one post per day for a year. And that's good enough for me.
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Selling Me My Own Shit

The idea for this post has been kicking around for a while. Unfortunately, I now run the risk of offending/saddening D-girl and Z-girl because they have since gifted me with these T-shirts.
No offense to you guys, really! I mean it! 
[For once. So feel special, damn it. <(￣◡￣)>]
<= They saw this one in stores, separately, and they both thought of me and got it before meeting up and realizing they'd chosen the same gift idea! I'm so flattered by the sentiment, haha. I love those two. (o^__^o)

HOWEVER. Now comes the bad. No one should shell out money to buy these products from a store.

When I got the shirt(s) this train of thought didn't cross my mind in the moment. As it should be. I think...

On The Offensive

Here's another piece of my work. I made this one out of Chinese homework.

Itsa tank.

Google+

I'm one of those people who has several email accounts. In my case, I use Gmail so that means several Google accounts. This account, the one I created the blog under, used to be my least used account. I'd log in once a week or so to clear out minor amounts of spam. But since the creation of A 1Tofu Life I actually spend most of my time logged into this one now. So much time spent, in fact, that I attached a YouTube account to this one so that I could comment and rate vids. I also had to resubscribe to all my favorite channels.

And now, I've created a Google+ profile, too. It replaced the Blogger profile, which really wasn't all that useful anyway, I feel. On the other hand, Google+ doesn't list the blogs you're following for all to see. Again, no big loss.

In other news: Who uses Google+ anyway? (O.o)?
If any of you happen to have one feel free to add me in your circle so we can ignore it together.

IN other news, my shift key sticks sometimes and it looks like I'm starting my sentences ostentatiously.

In further news, I went back to look at some of my past posts. It took me a long time before I figured to use jump breaks. It's kind of embarrassing how some of my older posts show up on my blog page in their entireties.

IN (⌐⌐_) final news, an even more embarrassing failure of my Blogger skills: All this time, since its inception, my blog has been posting to your Feeds without thumbnails because I neglected to enable enclosure links when I first set it up. This has been remedied. (^_^;;;;;)7

My Disorder

I have trouble with doors. The kind that are either Push or Pull but not both. It's really a 50% chance type of thing, right? But somehow I frequently manage to pick the wrong option the first time.

O HAY

So I was reading my Profile Description and I noticed that I've talked about movies and games and dreams but not really much about food and life quests. So let's hear about that stuff!

AT THE SAME TIME.

Since I was a wee lad I'd had a dream. A noble dream, truly. I had always wanted to eat a swiss roll all by myself. You know what I'm talking about?

Check Out These Porcelain Fountains

I never intended for this to be a thing but they just keep coming.

All of them except the club shouldn't be problematic. That one could get messy quick.

Don't have a clever segue here so: ROYAL FLUSH

Thirty Days in Sept-... What Was It Again?

So I used to have trouble remembering which months had how many days and such. And that rhyme didn't help me when I couldn't remember the rhyme itself.

Thirty days in September, April, June, and November.

Well, I found another way, more intuitive, I feel.

Idiosyncrasy #6: Later

I don't like saying goodbye. There's a kind of finality to it that saddens me. I prefer saying, "See you later". Maybe it's a bit of wishful thinking on my part but it's what I do. (^_^;;)7

And The Other

X-girl's right arm.

I used some nice paper for this one.

Note the scale between arm and squirrel. It's about right in real life, too.

And that's all I've made so far. Still have the legs and the head to go but I didn't get those done before I left. No worries, I haven't forgotten.

I'm Sure You Were Wondering

SO. There was the torso. But what of the head and extremities?

How It Started

So there's this person called X-girl, right? Well, one day, sitting in a Korean Culture Studies class, I started to fold up some origami using some paper from an old exam booklet, as I do. My latest endeavour was a crocodile. I completed it, but I felt it was somehow incomplete. It needed... prey.

So I took out another sheet of paper (pink) and created a body.

And so began something amazing.

I gave it to X-girl on a whim later. The irony is that it's actually Z-girl who really, really likes pink.

Summer

Blargh... The weather's getting hot now. The Starks were damn WRONG!

Winter ain't comin'.

The sun blazes down during the day and bakes the Earth. You could cook an egg on the sidewalk, man.

Blog Title

It isn't hard to figure out but those of you who still don't know what my blog's name means, or never gave it any thought, here's your last clue.

It's Been A Day or Two

Oh, the twinge in my heart!

Back in the day, I would see D-girl on a daily basis, did you know this? But now meeting is somewhat of a rarity. Yeah, yeah, I remember I said this just as well as you do. Well, everything ended in a rush this past weekend and while I'm sure it makes for an interesting shared experience I barely had time for hugs.

The Only Ship We Need

So yesterday I missed the bus and was about to end up in an inconvenient situation when a bud offered to drive me over to catch it at its next stop. We raced down the freeway and just managed to make it with about 2 minutes to spare.

The trip looked something like this.

Everything ended well. Plus, I got to spend a little bit more time with my pals.

By the way, that ship is friendship. lololol

Ham

Hey! Hey! Guess what? This post is being sent INTO THE FUTURE! I'm so caught up with posts that I'm spilling forward in time.
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I'm using D-girl's laptop right now. She uses Chrome and it's not optimized. Poo.
My FireFox is tricked out with Extensions. I'm so used to having stuff like FireGestures (mouse gesture extension) that when I use other computers I end up flicking the mouse and nothing happens. (= =____) And I have shortcut keywords assigned to all my frequently used search engines, like 'y' for YouTube, 'w' for Wikipedia, 'g' for Google, and such.

Actually, now that I think about it, I actually DID set up her browser's search engine keywords once. (9 9__) At least one laptop ago, it seems.

And done. (O_O)-b

Monopoly Board Game

Man, this feels strange. I'm writing this post to be Published today. Not a week ago. This is strange...

What to say without the airlock of Time between us...
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I don't care for themed Monopoly boards. And they've made one for everything. EVERYTHING. There's Beatles Monopoly (I was gifted one of these). There's even Emergency Medical Services Monopoly. What the hell, eh?

It's always interesting to see what replaced Boardwalk, though. Otherwise, the novelty disappears quick and then... it's just mundane. It's almost boring, in fact. I feel like "I shouldn't actually be playing on this board. It's just a collector's item, really."

Classic Monopoly is Best Monopoly.

The Oxford Comma: This, That,(. ._)? and the Other

Before seeing this image I never used the Oxford comma. After seeing it I always use it.

It's vs. Its

I've never had a problem using these two properly. NEVER. It's one of the things that makes me special.

Another Cool But Actually Poorly Designed Urinal

Remember this and this? Well, I do. (^_^)

Here's another specimen I found.

That's pretty cool *teehee* but again, I find myself wondering if this isn't really the best idea. You have to remember that it's best to aim at one spot. This is actually encouraging guys to "paint" haha.

"Now, lemme just add in a touch over here, and here. Oh, 'scuse me there, just let me add a swatch of colour by you, thanks."

What Did They Just Say?

Pop songs generally don't make a lot of sense in the first place but two lines in particular make me think, "They didn't really think that through." every time I hear them.

#1: Teenage Dream - Katy Perry
"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on."
Your sig.o BETTER think you're pretty without any makeup on, you low self-esteem idiot. That really shouldn't be something that makes you feel special. Oh my, this guy thinks my actual face is pretty! (- -)
On that note, I dislike makeup in general. I think it looks... weird. Fake. That just isn't how they really look, you know?

Busy

As you may have noticed I've been abusing my time travel capabilities to post in the past for a while now. Probably two weeks or so...
WHADDYA MEAN YOU DIDN'T NOTICE? /((⊙Д⊙))\
 
Even this post is being tossed into the wormhole.... my apologies, guys. Things really picked up this week. I mean, "wake-up-and-beat-the-sun-to-the-horizon" kind of "picked up". I've been busy. It feels nice actually. To have purpose, you know? Anyway, so even now (it's Friday, 5/18) I'm really procrastinating....

A glass of fruity and crisp? Why yes, don't mind if I do!

It'll probably taste bad tomorrow. (9.9)

Inevitable

I was hanging around on imgur today, looking through the clever captions, when I found myself thinking, "Damn, this place is pretty nice. Wonder when the masses are going to show up and ruin everything."
They love puns over there. I love them for it.

過橋抽板

"過橋抽板" is an idiom that literally translates to: "Cross bridge and remove plank". It means to abandon others after you are safe.

It would be similar to the first guy letting go of the plank after crossing the gap.

You should probably have guessed where I'm going with this by now.

I'm angered and saddened that women and blacks aren't more empathetic towards the LGBT faction. After having suffered through their own civil rights wars I would think those two demographics would identify more with this next oppressed minority. But no. Instead there's this vibe of "No skin off my nose. 執生! ~~~\( ^ヮ^)/"

And blacks. A lot of the news coverage regarding the black American response to Obama's declaration has been about how he's going to lose some of their support over this. I'm appalled but not surprised. It's true. Some people hate gays so much they will even go so far as to vote against Obama or abstain because of this. Just this.  
Economic policies? Social policies? Foreign agenda? Whatever. Gays? Wherever they are, I won't be. *harumph*

By the way, the brokenness of an entrenched two-party system should be very clear to you here.

I also heard talk about the role their pastors will play on that black response. On the other hand, I didn't hear corresponding talk about religion and the general white response. Church still holds a pretty important place in the general black community-mind in a way it no longer does among whites here.

When I heard that I pictured myself sitting across a chessboard with Christian god. I said, "So, we meet again." I believe I've said it before but I'll say it again: Religion is my enemy. Once again I find it standing in the way of Progress.
I can imagine that in later years the Church as a whole will somehow find it within itself to see gays as equal human beings, just like it managed to with blacks once upon a time. Slavery used to be a-okay in their Book. Never forget that.

Dream: Poor C2

The only problem I really fear about immortality is losing my mortal friends.
I mean, even now I occasionally feel sad when I think about people I might not see with any kind of regularity after we part ways. It doesn't happen often but it still happens. And I've only lived about two decades! Extrapolate if I lived centuries. /(⊙Д⊙)\

These are truly issues that keep me up at night. ╮(╯ヮ ╰)╭

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I was in a large indoor multipurpose gym room practicing wushu. Or I would have been if I had my shoes.

Standard issue wushu footwear.

Unfortunately, I'd managed to misplace them and D-girl and Z-girl were helping me look for them under benches and in the lockers. I went to the front desk to check the Lost & Found bin but they didn't have them either. There I encountered two other friends and another acquaintance(!): F-boy, C1 and C2. F-boy and C1 are friends but I'd only consider C2 an acquaintance. The funny thing is C1 and C2 are twin brothers, nearly identical in fact, but I never got to spend that much time with C2. Oh wells.
F-boy proceeded to tell me how the food court sold really good hot dogs and also reasonably priced gasoline.

In real life, I wouldn't trust any hot dogs sold at a place that sold gasoline.

We all go back in the multipurpose room and at this point the entire building started to sway. The whole thing was made of glass now. The walls started to crack and shatter and we all ran for the exit. I thought to myself, "Well, good thing I'm not wearing FeiYues. They have thin soles. Not much protection from glass." It didn't occur to me that barefoot wasn't a more attractive option.

From the outside we watched as the towering structure came down in sheets and shards. It was actually quite beautiful. Only after gravity had finished its work did we realize C2 hadn't made it out. We thought it fitting to create a large glass statue of him, made out of the very building that had struck him down.