This Might Be A Problem

Second week in the semester and already I think my schedule is going to kill me slowly and painfully, while draining away all of my vitality, willpower and creativity, not unlike cancer or a potentially good manga plot that either ends prematurely or has a horrible ending despite being given time to mature.

I'm being completely, three-fourths serious.

You don't want to see me when I'm 100% serious... when my cynicism is at its peak.

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I barely have enough time to complete the work assigned Tuesday for the class Thursday, and on Wednesday I pretty much spend the entire day at the college. Overall, a hell of a lot to finish and do research on with just barely enough time to complete it, as long as I don't sleep much and embargo almost everything that makes me happy.

I do know what I have to do about all this, in order to make all of this much easier to do without losing my last reserve of sanity.

Right now, however, I feel like complaining.

Tomorrow, I will start organizing myself, but 'til then I shall complain.

I like to complain. My grandfather, who I'm told I resemble, complained a lot, too. So, I shall complain as well, then get my act together. But not until I'm finished complaining. I'm not happy 'til I'm unhappy.

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Okay, I'm done.

A Thought Just Dawned Upon Me

I know that only like three or four people have actually read this blog, and all of them are my friends who know me relatively well. The point of this short exposition is to ask...

What would someone who has never even met me think about me from reading my blog?

To make a point clear, I could care less about what 83.8 to 97.8 percent out the billions of people in the world think of me. This is more a case of intellectual curiosity than anything of that nature. I've been told by my friends who read this blog that the way I write sounds exactly like things I would say and how I would say it in real life. I know that may sound redundant (Of course it sounds like you, you fucking wrote it!), but it's harder than it looks. I am not really sure that an outsider would even partially get who I am from reading this blog. Everything that is written here is the stuff that I don't care if anyone reads, but all of the things I regard as personal or private I don't write about here or anywhere else for that matter. Even the slightly more personal posts leave out necessary details I would rather not write, and I immediately deleted that one very personal post I made one time when I was really pissed.

The Internet is one vast public form after all, and it's never a good idea to display one's entire life for all the world to see. A complete stranger would need more than the random ramblings posted here and my very brief profile info to really know who the hell I am.

I could go on with this and even add a discussion about social psychology, motivation, and personality tests, but I'm getting a little sick of how serious I'm being right now and miss the the humor a bit.

So, I'm ending this for now...

Back And Slightly Better Than Ever

My plan is to go back and add posts than I probably would have written if I had actually maintained this blog over the course of the summer break and then pretend that the blog has always looked like this.

Yay for denial!

That is all.

Now for something different.

First, I am very surprised to find that the Government class that I was kinda forced into due to circumstances I don't want to take about 'cause it depresses me is not actually that bad. It will still be a little horrible 'cause I hate the topic with a passion greater than any hate ever known to man or beast, but the teacher seems like he could make it at least mildly interesting. Plus, I assumed that because it was class about government, it would also be about politics as well. Yes and no. It's impossible to completely separate the two because politics influences government, but it's not a political science class so not as much politics as I thought there would be.

All of my other classes are going to be a ton of work but fun as hell, except for the class that shall not be named 'cause it depresses me. Other than that, it will be awesome.

Oh, and I have no class on Fridays, which is good since the rest of the week except Monday will be so full, I doubt I will receive much sleep. On Fridays I can crash and hopefully not burn.

My Other Blog

I thought I might as well post a link to my other blog I made for my Intro to Computer Graphics class, since I'm leaving it alone as a record of what I did last semester.

Take a look.

Or else.

It has mostly awesome stuff and some not-so-awesome stuff. Also a papercraft I made of myself so you can make your own little me to take with you and be your only real friend in this harsh, cold world of ours. Although, it's a little version of myself so maybe not so much. Depends.


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At the moment I can't remember if I got an A or a B+.

Ode to Minions

First of all this is not mine. I had absolutely nothing to do with this. This is the 200th comic from Brawl in the Family.

It's just pure awesome in a can.

See if you can recognize all the references. I can and that scares me a little.

I Dream of Tetris

What is Tetris?

Tetris is a puzzle video game using seven shapes made up of four blocks first made in 1984. Tetris is the creation of Alexey Pazkitnov, and it's name come from tetra meaning "four" and tennis, Pazkitnov's favorite sport.

But Tetris is more than just a puzzle game, oh yes, it is indeed more. It is cultural phenomenon. It began an age. It's theme music will forever be stuck in our heads. It is not boring as someone who shall not be named (not Voldemont) has said. Tetris is good for the brain.

In fact, it has been found that playing Tetris a half-hour to three hours a day actually improves critical thinking. Those with posttraumatic stress disorder, like my cat, who play Tetris have less horrible Vietnam flashbacks.

No, don't! You won't have a good place for the Z-Block! You anger the Tetris god!

...However, let us not forget the dark side of Tetris. I am of course referring to the so-called "Tetris effect." It has been scientifically proven that playing Tetris over long periods of time will slowly drive you mad. You will associate everything with Tetris. A normal person sees a bunch of cardboard boxes stacked together, you see a bunch of potential tetrominoes. You begin to try find the best combinations in your head and, perhaps, play a game of mental Tetris. Soon, it haunts you dreams, and you start to hallucinate Tetris everywhere until you completely lose you fragile grip on reality.

Now, this phenomenon can apply to many other repetitive video games, but there's a reason why it is named after Tetris.

I, myself, am still recovering to this day, but I do not blame Tetris for my temporary insanity.

Never.

It's an Epidemic

It has spread like wildfire. No one knows where or when it started, but before anyone knew, it was already too late. Everyone has it now...

The Pokemon Fever

Too dramatic? I think not. Ever since Heart Gold and Soul Silver, the remakes of the original Gold and Silver Pokemon games for the Gameboy, came out, everywhere I look someone is playing it on their DS. Hell, I walked into a room with 7 total people (Then 8 when I joined them) playing it. The few people that are unaffected by this phenomena are either people who don't play video games or don't own a DS.

Don't forget the new little accessory that came with it, the Pokewalker. Now, let me explain this device to those unaffected by this disease. The Pokewalker is a pedometer that comes with the game that interacts with the game itself. You can send your Pokemon into it, walk around, level up your Pokemon, find items and catch Pokemon which you send back to the real game. Take my word for it, this is highly addicting.

Personally, I think this a wonderful disease to catch. Others could argue against this, but they're wrong. At least not until they play it themselves, then they can make their judgment. I know there are obvious side effects, like lost of time that could be spend doing something else, but I never thought of video games as a waste of time, otherwise I wouldn't bother with them.