The culmination of the school year perfectly coincided with the destruction of BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH of my conmputers. Thus, as I wait to get both fixed, the site (as you can tell) will be down. Hopefully it'll be up and running again here in the next week or so.
Until then: I hope all of you are sleeping as much as I have been. Es muy bueno.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Too much wasted time.
Inefficiency is death.
Time to step it up and crank out a few essays.
As always, enlighten me with your comments (and further contribute to my inefficiency).
Time to step it up and crank out a few essays.
As always, enlighten me with your comments (and further contribute to my inefficiency).
Thursday, May 05, 2005
QOTD
grs1624: you've got a good perception on things-at least i think so
grs1624: and im always right-so i guess you do
TWMHIT.
grs1624: and im always right-so i guess you do
TWMHIT.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Prince....
>150,000 vs. <25
If this scenario plays out, then we both win.
But if I must choose only one, I pick < 25 .
Now let's "GET our Red Lobster!!!!"
If this scenario plays out, then we both win.
But if I must choose only one, I pick < 25 .
Now let's "GET our Red Lobster!!!!"
Six
That is the total number of hours of sleep I have had since Saturday night. Two all-nighters in a row with a six hour nap on Monday has been the week for me.
The good news is that finals don't officially start until Thursday and I will have two done by the end of today.
The really good news is that I'm all caught up and won't have to sleep on London time anymore.
The good news is that finals don't officially start until Thursday and I will have two done by the end of today.
The really good news is that I'm all caught up and won't have to sleep on London time anymore.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Guess-the-Google
So I found one good link from psycho's blog: Guess-the-Google.
I've decided this is an acceptable way to pass 15 minutes of time, especially when such time includes procratinating on finals studying.
My high in seven games was 383 (including a "how do we do this?" Game One).
And I beat Baker 4-3 in our series of Guess-the-Google high scores, capping off a remarkable early 3-1 series deficit.
I've decided this is an acceptable way to pass 15 minutes of time, especially when such time includes procratinating on finals studying.
My high in seven games was 383 (including a "how do we do this?" Game One).
And I beat Baker 4-3 in our series of Guess-the-Google high scores, capping off a remarkable early 3-1 series deficit.
I feel violated
So it's finals week, and I am doing all that I can to balance studying with staying awake. About 3:45 a.m. I decide to take a break from consequentialism and browse a few sites, including my own to see if Prince has logged his rebuttal to a prior post.
Then I come across this comment regarding my post-it on finals:
"KINGSPAWN said...
Then I come across this comment regarding my post-it on finals:
"KINGSPAWN said...
Schiavo, Terri. What a goddess. Ahh, the sweet nectar of her loins, it doth rival ambrosia, no? Forgive me Terri, only for loving thee too much."
The first thing I think is, "Wow, who just saw that South Park episode for the first time this weekend?" But then I clicked KINGSPAWN's link and saw they had a blog, so I decided to click it and see what this was all about. I thought maybe it might be someone I know that was just trying to mess with me or somethign: what followed was downright creepy.
As if the latest entry (about starting a Shiavo chant during a moment of silence at a Celtics playoff game) wasn't weird enough, I read the following and literally lol'ed and did a double (triple?) take. Here's the link to his site if you want to read it all (BEWARE of clicking some of the links, they are weird/inappropriate/just play psycho), but here is an excerpt:
"So today I was next-blogging and ran across what looked at first glance to be an ad-blog, which pissed me off, so I had to hit back and comment "Schiavo, Terri. What a goddess. Ahh, the sweet nectar of her loins, it doth rival ambrosia, no? Forgive me Terri, only for loving thee too much," on some Mormon kid's blog. But then I realized what I had just read as the title of the first post on the ad-blog, "white pimple on -----," and I was highly intrigued."
"Next-blogging" is a link on the top right of each page where you are taken to a random blog that you can read. Apparently this nut thought my blog was what's called an "ad-blog," which shady companies use to post nothing but advertisements about their product. Anyway, this guy apparently didn't like that so he posted his comment, only to realize after what he'd done (but he still left the comment up - TIMHIT).
The part that was really weird is how long he must have waded through this site to figure out it was "some Mormon kid's blog" (the only real reference I could find to this is in my seventh ever post [21 Feb 2005] , which is wwwaaaayyyy back in the archives for someone who's just perusing).
Anyway, I just had to share this. Time to grind for Philosophy.
I think I feel better now.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Look what you made me go and do Chops (pelegray)....
Original comment by pelegray from my "Long Overdue" (27 Apr) post: "Didnt u say the other nite u thought the Nugz would win the series over SA???? See and then you hop back and forth with, that was my fan side, this is my rational side. And your love of cheering for the Rockies, you might as well be a Cubs fan too. Rational fans cheer for goods teams, irrational fans hope and pray, but don't use your "objective side." So are you a fan, or an objectional veiwer. I think playing both sides of the coin is worse then choosing a couple of teams you like. Besides you cheer for teams, which is a colection of player, and players change so sticking with CO teams just doesn't make since. If it is state pride your after your mistaken, their privatly owned, most likely by people outside of CO."
*NOTE: The second half of this post deals with Blake's claim that it's better to value the individual and not the whole (I know that may be better in dealing with capitalism vs. communism, but the Cold War is over buddy). If you don't feel like reading all of it, I've moved a link I talk about below to the top for the sake of convenience. It's from Dan Findlay's blog after UNC won the NCAA Championship. Click Here to read it and skip all of my boring blabbing.
Firstly, I would like to begin by expressing my anger. I had a long response typed under my "comments" box in the original post, but because of it's length I decided to turn it into it's own post. However, in copying and pasting it over somehow the comment became lost in the exchange and I'm forced to try to recreate what I already had (that's like trying to reinact anything MJ ever did, the feeling when one of your teams wins a championship [think Avalanche Stanley Cup here], any Duke loss ever, or that feeling I'll probably have when I become a dad someday: it's just not happening.). Anyway, here is my best attempt.
Chops (pelegray), I must first say that no, I never said I thought they would win, instead that I thought they could and wanted them to. Next, I must assume that (based off of your comment) you know between nothing and absolutely nothing about being a fan and also being a rational, functional human being capable of interaction with other human beings of such likeness. Now, I'm not saying you can't be one or the other at any given time, but after that comment I am convinced that there is no way you can be both at the same time.
You know "that guy" - the one who loves his team and will yell about them all night long, but then does the whole proverbial "cover your ears and start screaming 'la la la la la' when anyone tries to have an actual discussion of any sort of merit about 'that guy's' team?" Well, I know two of those guys (Kellen Gustavson, Mike Pacini: UNC basketball), and they drive me absolutely crazy in this regard. See, I'm all about being a fan. As a fan, I hope the Nuggets beat SA 4-0, Phoenix 4-0, Seattle 4-0, and Miami/Detroit 4-0 en route to Denver's first professional basketball championship. Do you know what else I want? I want the Rockies to go 162-0, beat the Braves 3-0, the Cardinals 4-0, and the Yankees 4-0 to win the World Series. (We're not done yet.) I want the Broncos to go 16-0, then steamroll their way through the playoffs and win the Super Bowl for the third time. (One more still Chops). Finally, I want the NHL to come back so the Avalanche can go 82-0 before completing Lord Stanley's quest 16-0 and bring back the Cup for a third time. And those are just my pro teams....
Do you see how unreasonable that is? Now add in that annoyance factor where everytime you criticize or bring up a weak point or fault in my team, I just plug my ears and don't listen; you would get pretty annoyed and think I wasn't reasonable right? Which is why I like to separate the two. I have always had a thing for sports journalism (see my role on my high school newspaper to know this isn't just some out-of-left-field comment) and I've always had a thing about being a fan, I just like to do my best to keep them separate. See, I wanted UA to win the National Championship and picked them to do so in every single bracket I filled out, but I also talked with others about not feeling like UA was quite good enough to be championship caliber and hoped that they would at least get to the Final Four (didn't happen). With my two aforementioned UNC buddies (note the satire), this conversation would have never been possible. You see, according to them, the last two years UNC has had the best basketball team the world has ever seen. Granted, they did win the National Championship, but this started WAY before that (and to be fair: I gave them the props they deserved on 04 April). Every single loss had a tired excuse, every comment (aka "I'm in jail") was unfairly spun by the media, every clock malfunction (even the one in the Michigan St.-Duke game) was somehow an effort to let Duke win and have UNC lose. Even the second round loss to Texas last year was somehow a good showing by UNC, despite the fact that I was told all year UNC could and would be anyone. You see Chops, I have no problem with people being fans and cheering and hoping your team will do anything you want it to do, but I do have a problem with unreasonable people that think if they yell loud enough or act naive enough then they will be "right." I could go on longer but I don't want this to turn from a weblog to a webnovel (bnovel doesn't have the same ring as blog anyway).
As for your "rational fans cheer for good teams," I hope so much that that was a failed attempt at humor and nothing more.
Also, I'm not "playing both sides of the coin." All year I thought New England was good enough to beat Indy (and predicted it as well), and as a fan of cheering against Peyton, I was firmly on the NE side of things back in January (Want proof? Ask anyone that knows me even a little bit.) Sometimes my objective side lines up with my subjective side, sometimes not: it's all in how the cookie crumbles.
Finally, your comment about cheering for teams versus cheering for individuals is quite possibly the worst statement I've ever heard from anyone regarding anything that is sport (including what I've heard from girls). Have you ever heard of a thing called pride? Not that negative hubris pride but that "I live in America so I'm going to support my country and my troops" sort of pride. You pick an entity and follow it because of pride Blake. This pride can come from anywhere (parents, alma-matter, living in the state, someone you know socialized you, etc.), but the fact remains that it must be there. There is one person I have ever cheered for (MJ), everything else has been T-E-A-M.
(I honestly feel like I'm at a loss for words on how to describe this; it's like having a little kid tell you that he doesn't believe grass is green and trying to prove to him that it is.)
Of course I cheer for teams Blake, because I'm a fan of the whole being bigger than any one piece. Jack Parkman might get traded to the White Sox, but you know that unless Rachel Phelps gets her way the Indians will always be from Cleveland (and Cleveland [NFL] and Charlotte [NBA] proved you can get them back if you care anyway). John Elway might play 16 years and have a great career, but it's awesome to know that the Broncos will go on, even when he doesn't. Cheering for a team unites one with another. Go to any game in person to see what I mean (especially if it's a big one); you'll probably end up high-fiving and/or hugging a complete stranger. Being a fan of the whole also gives a sense of belonging, almost like you are interwoven with the organization, an actual part of the whole (something which cannot be felt by idolizing a mere individual). It makes you feel like you actually are a part of the team, like your being a fan might actually have made some sort of difference. This may sound weak in print but emotions were never meant to be read anyway, there are words for that; emotions are to be felt.
I may want to play like A-Rod, but I don't want to cheer for the M's for a few years, then the Rangers, and now the Yankees (although I do remember you saying you're a Yankees fan, so this all is making at least a little more sense to me now....). Nobody likes someone that jumps ship. People like something they can depend on to be the same now and always. The bad times suck (see my life as a Rockies fan), but the good times are amazing (Click Here to see how it feels when your TEAM finally comes out on top). In fact, I'm moving that link to the top of this post, and with it I shall be done.
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*NOTE: The second half of this post deals with Blake's claim that it's better to value the individual and not the whole (I know that may be better in dealing with capitalism vs. communism, but the Cold War is over buddy). If you don't feel like reading all of it, I've moved a link I talk about below to the top for the sake of convenience. It's from Dan Findlay's blog after UNC won the NCAA Championship. Click Here to read it and skip all of my boring blabbing.
Firstly, I would like to begin by expressing my anger. I had a long response typed under my "comments" box in the original post, but because of it's length I decided to turn it into it's own post. However, in copying and pasting it over somehow the comment became lost in the exchange and I'm forced to try to recreate what I already had (that's like trying to reinact anything MJ ever did, the feeling when one of your teams wins a championship [think Avalanche Stanley Cup here], any Duke loss ever, or that feeling I'll probably have when I become a dad someday: it's just not happening.). Anyway, here is my best attempt.
Chops (pelegray), I must first say that no, I never said I thought they would win, instead that I thought they could and wanted them to. Next, I must assume that (based off of your comment) you know between nothing and absolutely nothing about being a fan and also being a rational, functional human being capable of interaction with other human beings of such likeness. Now, I'm not saying you can't be one or the other at any given time, but after that comment I am convinced that there is no way you can be both at the same time.
You know "that guy" - the one who loves his team and will yell about them all night long, but then does the whole proverbial "cover your ears and start screaming 'la la la la la' when anyone tries to have an actual discussion of any sort of merit about 'that guy's' team?" Well, I know two of those guys (Kellen Gustavson, Mike Pacini: UNC basketball), and they drive me absolutely crazy in this regard. See, I'm all about being a fan. As a fan, I hope the Nuggets beat SA 4-0, Phoenix 4-0, Seattle 4-0, and Miami/Detroit 4-0 en route to Denver's first professional basketball championship. Do you know what else I want? I want the Rockies to go 162-0, beat the Braves 3-0, the Cardinals 4-0, and the Yankees 4-0 to win the World Series. (We're not done yet.) I want the Broncos to go 16-0, then steamroll their way through the playoffs and win the Super Bowl for the third time. (One more still Chops). Finally, I want the NHL to come back so the Avalanche can go 82-0 before completing Lord Stanley's quest 16-0 and bring back the Cup for a third time. And those are just my pro teams....
Do you see how unreasonable that is? Now add in that annoyance factor where everytime you criticize or bring up a weak point or fault in my team, I just plug my ears and don't listen; you would get pretty annoyed and think I wasn't reasonable right? Which is why I like to separate the two. I have always had a thing for sports journalism (see my role on my high school newspaper to know this isn't just some out-of-left-field comment) and I've always had a thing about being a fan, I just like to do my best to keep them separate. See, I wanted UA to win the National Championship and picked them to do so in every single bracket I filled out, but I also talked with others about not feeling like UA was quite good enough to be championship caliber and hoped that they would at least get to the Final Four (didn't happen). With my two aforementioned UNC buddies (note the satire), this conversation would have never been possible. You see, according to them, the last two years UNC has had the best basketball team the world has ever seen. Granted, they did win the National Championship, but this started WAY before that (and to be fair: I gave them the props they deserved on 04 April). Every single loss had a tired excuse, every comment (aka "I'm in jail") was unfairly spun by the media, every clock malfunction (even the one in the Michigan St.-Duke game) was somehow an effort to let Duke win and have UNC lose. Even the second round loss to Texas last year was somehow a good showing by UNC, despite the fact that I was told all year UNC could and would be anyone. You see Chops, I have no problem with people being fans and cheering and hoping your team will do anything you want it to do, but I do have a problem with unreasonable people that think if they yell loud enough or act naive enough then they will be "right." I could go on longer but I don't want this to turn from a weblog to a webnovel (bnovel doesn't have the same ring as blog anyway).
As for your "rational fans cheer for good teams," I hope so much that that was a failed attempt at humor and nothing more.
Also, I'm not "playing both sides of the coin." All year I thought New England was good enough to beat Indy (and predicted it as well), and as a fan of cheering against Peyton, I was firmly on the NE side of things back in January (Want proof? Ask anyone that knows me even a little bit.) Sometimes my objective side lines up with my subjective side, sometimes not: it's all in how the cookie crumbles.
Finally, your comment about cheering for teams versus cheering for individuals is quite possibly the worst statement I've ever heard from anyone regarding anything that is sport (including what I've heard from girls). Have you ever heard of a thing called pride? Not that negative hubris pride but that "I live in America so I'm going to support my country and my troops" sort of pride. You pick an entity and follow it because of pride Blake. This pride can come from anywhere (parents, alma-matter, living in the state, someone you know socialized you, etc.), but the fact remains that it must be there. There is one person I have ever cheered for (MJ), everything else has been T-E-A-M.
(I honestly feel like I'm at a loss for words on how to describe this; it's like having a little kid tell you that he doesn't believe grass is green and trying to prove to him that it is.)
Of course I cheer for teams Blake, because I'm a fan of the whole being bigger than any one piece. Jack Parkman might get traded to the White Sox, but you know that unless Rachel Phelps gets her way the Indians will always be from Cleveland (and Cleveland [NFL] and Charlotte [NBA] proved you can get them back if you care anyway). John Elway might play 16 years and have a great career, but it's awesome to know that the Broncos will go on, even when he doesn't. Cheering for a team unites one with another. Go to any game in person to see what I mean (especially if it's a big one); you'll probably end up high-fiving and/or hugging a complete stranger. Being a fan of the whole also gives a sense of belonging, almost like you are interwoven with the organization, an actual part of the whole (something which cannot be felt by idolizing a mere individual). It makes you feel like you actually are a part of the team, like your being a fan might actually have made some sort of difference. This may sound weak in print but emotions were never meant to be read anyway, there are words for that; emotions are to be felt.
I may want to play like A-Rod, but I don't want to cheer for the M's for a few years, then the Rangers, and now the Yankees (although I do remember you saying you're a Yankees fan, so this all is making at least a little more sense to me now....). Nobody likes someone that jumps ship. People like something they can depend on to be the same now and always. The bad times suck (see my life as a Rockies fan), but the good times are amazing (Click Here to see how it feels when your TEAM finally comes out on top). In fact, I'm moving that link to the top of this post, and with it I shall be done.
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