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I’m not going to lie to you. This is the greatest movie of all time. No joke. The cast (including Donald Sutherland, Elliot Gould, Tom Skerritt and the irrepressible Gary Burghoff) is fantastic, and the dialogue is superb. Everything is right on the money, all the time.
So I just got some marks back in Astrophysics and such, and suffice it to say, they weren’t good. The really depressing thing is that I know I couldn’t have done much better. I studied for my midterm as I was supposed to, and I worked for nearly an entire day on the assignment I got back. Both were failures.
Of course, this is nothing new. I attended a “chat with profs” a week or so ago, and all of us (well, those who were in PHYS 115) spent at least 20 minutes discussing our disappointment with what we’d been taught vs what had been expected of us in that class. You know the way it is with profs that are teaching your course for the first time; they want to make it fun, so everything in class is Popular Mechanics for Kids and all the assignments are Popular Mechanics for the Criminally Insane. Then the midterm hits and that’s exactly the opposite of everything that was in the notes and the textbook and the assignment as well.
I really shouldn’t be blaming it on my prof, though. Because of the feel-good approach and my lack of interest in the material, I didn’t go to class, so I didn’t follow along as I should have. And I suppose I could have studied and worked harder; it’s just so frustrating not to know what’s going on. I haven’t felt so helpless since before I changed majors, which I suppose is an indication that I made the right decision to move into Cognitive Science. Hopefully, the assignment I handed in today will make up for my unfortunate pre-midterm marks. Hopefully, I will do well on the exam and pass the course. Hopefully, I will work harder next year, although that’s doubtful given my past record. Next time you pass me on the street, tell me to go home and do my work.
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1 And Moses did climb up the outrageously steep mountain. 2 And he did climb for a really, really long time because the mountain was pretty steep, 3 and on the seventh day he rested, 4 and he did continue to rest for a while, as he was a pretty lazy biblical character and he didn’t have anywhere to be anyway. 5 And finally a couple days later he did continue up the mountain, whereupon he did climb to the top and he did stand on the top and he did take a break for another couple minutes. 6 Then he did see a sight that did strike awe into his mortal heart, for he did see a burning bush, a bush that was smoking with the holy flame of almighty God. 7 And he did approacheth the mighty bush, and he did quake, 8 and thus the bush did spake: “Care for a smoke? I’ve got DuMaurier.” 9 And Moses did loosen up, and he did say no, he did only smoke Camels. 10 And he did pull up a rock and chill with the bush, who turned out to be a cool guy, you know, being God and all.
1) Aerosmith has succeeded recently in using completely unconventional items in completely unconventional ways, to produce a completely conventional blues album. I love the music industry.
2) If people start charging for email, I’m going to stop using email and just stick to msn. So will advertisers. Then we’ll all have to pay for msn. And the cycle will continue forever, with blogs and email and msn and cell phone messaging and any other conceivable method of communication being inundated with advertising for everything from drugs to drugs to p0rn to drugs to p0rn, and I’ll still have to pay for it. Stabby stabby stabby. Incidentally, I was just told by a helpful advertiser that not being bald would get me laid. Thanks advertiser, you fucking asshole.
3) PM Martin recently encountered a UFO on a plane over Alberta. I definitely did not expect to read that this afternoon. Brightened my day to no end.
4) The fight between Macs and PCs is pretty ridiculous. Having been a Mac devotee for a while, I think I have a right to think that this is funny.
5) The lyrics to “Bring The Pain” by Mindless Self Indulgence are awesome. Many utterances of the “n-word,” so I don’t feel comfortable posting it, but if you click here you can read it in all its Wutang and Kriss Kross- referencing glory.
6) Nazis are blowing up things in my town. I want to cry. There’s another article here about our unfortunate history in that respect. It starts off pretty funny, but gets depressing pretty quickly.
“I enjoy watching Germans amuse themselves. They are so serious about it.
“It is dangerous to draw broad strokes about a people because such observations inevitably sink into stereotypes. But characteristics become stereotypes because of their generally truthful applicability.”
I think I need more sleep.
I’m blogging from EngSoc right now, because I’m really bored. I’d normally be copy-editing, but seeing as I’ve recently changed job descriptions that’s clearly not needed of me any longer. All the content’s finished, so I’m just sitting around biding my time, wandering from room to room like some sort of ghost.
I don’t even have anything to write in the old blog. Well no, that’s not true. I do have something to write in the old blog, because blog standards are so much lower than any other conceivable standard. So I will talk about my new pen.
My new pen is pretty nifty. It’s mostly silver, with a blue tip and these oval windows all around the cap so you can see the inner workings of the pen. It writes really smoothly, and looks like a pen that a secret agent might have. It’s a uni-ball vision elite, which sounds really cool too. The highest level of pens. It has a vision. It is elite. No pen is better than my pen. I can definitely understand wanting to join the PEN 15 club now. 15 of these same pens? Luxury.
I think I’m going to use it all the time from now on. But that makes me worry, because I don’t want it to run out after countless uses. Maybe I will only use it for special occasions, like writing letters to friends about how cool my pen is, or drawing diagrams of other pens with notes about how inferior they are. Maybe I’ll go use my pen right now, instead of blogging. Oh no, will my pen supplant the internet? Will I ever type again? What a horrific thought. This makes me think that I should get rid of this pen, so I don’t become drunk with pen power. Or maybe I should just stop writing about pens, because to be honest, that’s really, really lame.
LOS ANGELES — In a tearful announcement on Sunday, NASA officials announced the dropping and subsequent shattering of the Jamiroquai single “Supersonic” — which had been in high rotation at NASA’s Jet-Propulsion Laboratory — by NASA Scientists. The single, which combined funky breaks and upbeat dance melodies with a cutting bassline and ear-splitting vocals, was a favourite among all but the most square of JPL employees. Disaster occurred when a pair of jokers decided to play Frisbee with the recording, in protest of the refusal by coworkers to play “Who Let the Dogs Out” by the Baha Men. The disk, despite its solid grooves and enduring lyrics, was not strong enough to withstand a collision with the floor of the laboratory. It will be missed.
