Private Eye

I read a bit of a book recently. "Little Brother" by some guy. Didn't really like it much, never finished it. At any rate the general theme was that rebellious teenagers are cool and the Department of Homeland Seccurity is not cool.

What did strike my interest, though, was this bit the guy wrote about privacy. Everyone has private things in their life, like going to the bathroom, taking a shower, intimate relations, etc. For some of us even our religion is private. Its not something any of us really feel guilty or ashamed of doing, everybody has to sometime, but generally we don't like to make these things public because they're, well, private. I think a lot of us (at least, I know somethymes I do) feel like we've been "caught in the act" when someone accidentally walks in the room without knocking or picks up the phone during a cconversation, even though nothing wrong is going on. Some people don't evenn like to discuss the issues that are involved with these kinds of things, and people will even put themselves to great lengths in order to retain their sense of privacy.

Well, I can't remember where I was going with this, put I thought it was mighty interesting. Maybe I was just ignorant before. But I think I'll be looking further into the matter in the near future.

Change is in the Wind

Something is different. All the time. I am not today what I was yesterday. I will not be tomorrow what I am today. I am me. I was me yesterday. I will be me tomorrow. The passage of time defines clearly yester-me and tomorrow-me. Few people, if any, will see both of them at the same time. They are two separate entities. They are me. There is only one of me. All the time. So far, at least. I’ll let you know if that changes. I will change. I will be me. My change can be forward, and it can be backward. Frontbackleftrightupdownnortheastwestsouth. Any direction. By the next time you see me, read this, look at that, think. Something will have happened to me. Something different. I am not the same. I am the same. Still me. You will change too. How will I change? How will you change? Where will you go? Where will I go? Let’s find out.

For those of you who say time does not exist, congratulations, you have an opinion. With that opinion you are most likely to use the logic that time is relativistic and therefore something similar to a moot point. God works in one eternal round. Stop whining about the inconsistencies of God and time. If you weren’t whining, good. If you are still whining, I don’t much care. If you don’t understand, either learn, or skip it. Your choice. For those of you who say time does exist, you also have an opinion. Chances are time is relative, but that doesn't stop us from enjoying our Friday nights now does it?

Schrodinger and his cat

Schrodinger had this theory about a cat. It's pretty well known. Then my math teacher (Mr. Johnson--really cool guy) said he never really much liked schrodinger's cat. Naturally, I protested because, well, I like cats I suppose. And why would the guy make a theory if it wasn't possibly right and/or useful? At any rate, I proceeded to use logic and uncanny lucidity, verbosity, and reasoning skills to explain that Schrodinger's cat can be inbetween just as much as it likes when it's shut in a box as long as there is an inbetween. (which, of course, we assume to be postulated, since it's the entire point of the theory). Having proven Schrodinger's cat to my math teacher, I felt quite smug about it all. Except for one little fact. The one he pointed out to me. What do you need an inbetween for?

So that is my question to one and all who read this blog. Make use of the nameless cat supposedly once owned, borrowed, rented, or just plain used by a man apparrently named Schrodinger. Tell me what needs to be inbetween.

Oh what a tangled web we weave

Yess! I just spent the last hour fiddling around with stuff that people smarter than me did ages ago! now when I check one page--a single page mind you--I can check all the websites that I want to keep up-to-date on all at once!

Victory is mine.

Also, I think I will be trying to devise a way to get all of the websites I put stuff on (deviantart, facebook, this place) to tell each other I put stuff on, but so far, no dice.

At any rate, I like to say stuff, so I will be putting things here. I have a list of things to put here. So look towards the future! And all that, and all that.

Ready...Aim...

yep, jinxing your tenuous blog by saying you might post on it is a sure fire way to not ever post on it again for a long time. That and school. Those to certainly put a damper on things.

Anyways, I wrote a review thingie and my sister put it on her thing so you can probably check it out. everead.blogspot.com. good stuff

and while we're at it, why not? sure, fire.

To Trip. Or Rather, Two Trips.

As was previously mentioned, I went to audition for regional choir, and made it. I also recently went to audition for all state choir, and did not make it.

Chorally speaking, regionals was not a walk in the park, what with several 5 hour rehersals strung together over 2 days and followed promptly by the performance. Quite grueling.

However, much more pleasant things can be said for the the trip there and back, as well as the night spent in a motel. As usual, the person I spent the most time on the bus with was Eugene-san; it's so fun to sit next to him, because whenever you say innoucuous things (e. g. "I like my mind") It can turn into the most interesting arguements (whether physical changes to the body affect the emotions). Choir trips also usually result in a trip to the 'local' mall, which gives an excellent opportunities for self-styled video game connoisseurs such as myself a wider selection more likely to be within price range.

To make it less fancy, I bought a really awesome game (Genji: Dawn of the Samurai) for ten bucks. It's single player, and saddeningly short, but the graphics (what, I'm admiring graphics? shame on myself, but it's true) are quite excellent, and the gameplay is intriguing (Who doesn't want to slow down time when you are a samurai?). Many hours were spent using the PS2 in the motel that night, and other days afterwards. Maybe I'll start reviewing video games. . .

All in all, quite jovial.

(Just to clarify, the auditions were a one day, there-and-back type of deal, while the actual rehersal and event combo was overnight.)

The all state audition started out much rougher (I was supposed to be at school at 6 am and woke up at 5:57 to my friend saying "Where are you?") but proceeded well enough. The results turn out to be 60/100 pts, no all state choir slot, and Samurai Warriors 2. I bet you can guess which part was the most satisfying.

If you couldn't guess, or perhaps are unsure (well, is 60 a good score [no, not really]) it is Samurai Warriors 2. A very cheesy name disguises a well developed game. With 26 playable characters that have their own story modes and growth patterns, as well as a playing style combining hack and slash and role playing with optional co-op, and a 4 player monopoly game japanese style all rolled into one AND rated T, it has been truly awesome. Spring break allowed me to rack up a nice fat 70 hours with multiple friends and the game still isn't finished. The game also includes historical facts about Japan (although it doesn't tell you which parts are fact and which are fiction) and allows for playback of the cinematics. The only thing that I have regretted is that you can't turn on the original Japanese audio, but that makes sense (I suppose) and is minor enough.

Quite the time I've had.

"I was. . . Delayed . . ."

Gah! I haven't posted in over a week (month?)! (heck, even the draft of this post is days old) *forehead slap* Well, that's what I get for going on a road trip and then having to do homework afterwards.


I know that you people (or at least one person) won't blame me for using school and homework and recovery from a road trip as an excuse to not post. . . but I'm gonna see if I can't jump back on it. Maybe we can aim for posting monthly? Maybe not, but we'll just see how things come along.