Sunday, November 25, 2007

Jonesin' for a . . . Well, Not This.

Do you ever have something about yourself that's just off? For instance, I've been having trouble distinguishing between the words "you're" and "your." This is something I never really dealt with in the past, and I'm not sure why I've all of a sudden become grammatically handicapped. Sometimes I wonder if I should just start doing drugs, because I've already got the side effects.

You know what I think it is? Poetic justice. I sometimes look down on people who don't spell well, or who seem not to bother with practicing proper English, so I think my struggle is fitting.

Blah. I've got nothing for a post today. Sorry, kids.

In other news, though, black cherry Jones Soda isn't as good as you might think it is. No sir.

It's almost Christmas! (sort of)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Holidays and Hospitals

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Do take some time in between face-fulls of turkey and sweet potatoes to think about what you're really thankful for, and whether or not you should thank Someone for those things. And do avoid cliche.

A special word goes out to a young man named John, who is currently in the hospital because of a tumor. To any who read this who pray, please do so for him. And if you see this, Rvd, please consider reading through the book of John. You've got nothing better to do anyway, right? ^_^

Get well soon, kid.

John's blog: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=166054836&blogID=330456191

Friday, November 16, 2007

English? No, I speak American.

You've been around the interwebz long enough to know the lingo--uber l337; hax0r; stylish misspellings and the occasional z at the end of a word. (Okay, so that's mostly just leetspeak, but you get my point. Nerd.)

During a recent Facebook conversation about a certain picture involving myself and three other friends of the male persuasion wearing rather fetching shades of nail polish, I casually dropped another piece of internet jargon. I commented that the photo was "made of win," and a friend asked me what it meant.

I responded with the following explanation:


A picture/joke/sandwich/whatever is going to have a certain amount of coolness to it. If the picture is of your cat taking a poo, then the coolness level is likely to be very low (or negative); if the picture is of Ben [friend's brother] doing a kick flip through a ring of fire off the top of the Sears Tower, then the coolness level is likely to be very high.

Now, if you were to compare that same picture with a picture of oh, say, me reciting the entire Canadian national anthem backwards . . . in French . . . then the coolness level of the two pictures would be compared, and Ben's would come out on top. Or "win," as it were. (Because all you'd see in my picture is me standing there with my mouth open, because you can't hear a picture.)

Thus, when a person says "That is made of win," he is saying that not only does it beat out anything that might be compared to it, but that it is so awesome that its very makeup is constituted of that quality of "win"--it's like awesome incarnate.

In fact, the phrase is sometimes substituted with "That is made of awesome," or, "There is so much epic in that picture that if it went to the bathroom, it would use Homer's 'The Odyssey' as toilet paper." All of these mean the same thing: incontrovertibly awesome and intense, like a giant fist made of million-dollar bills punching you in the eye.


So there you have it, for all of you inquiring minds out there.

May Noah Webster forgive us all.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Hitchin' a Ride With a One-Way Ticket to Pleasure Island

I have finally jumped on the blog wagon. I feel my eager fingertips brimming with potential!

I do not feel this way about my school work, however. I stayed up late to cram for a Latin test and didn't start studying until four in the morning. Around eight-fifteen-ish I called it a night--er, a morning--and decided to take a two hour nap before class started. That two hour nap turned into a four hour nap, and I hardly even remember my alarm going off. I missed both my exam and a biology lab session, neither of which I can make up.

Hurray for being responsible!

I think I'm going to go drown my sorrows with a nice, cold can of Dew. Or perhaps a cola. Ah, ye luscious blend of sugary goodness. How your carbonated bite warms my heart so!

I should come up with something to put here besides stuff nobody wants to read. Perhaps I could join the throngs of webcomics floating all around Ye Olde Internetz.

Of course, I'd probably have the same problem there, too.

Zodiac Sign . . . ?

I see that there's a "Zodiac Sign" bit on the complete profile section. Directly underneath the "Astrological Sign" bit.

Am I the only one who found this just a little bit silly?


Me: "Oh, hey [insert hot name here]. Have you seen my blog?"

Random Attractive Female With Whom I Have An Acquaintence Level Of Just Above Creepy: "Yeah."

Me: "So, you saw that I'm a Leo, right? You're a Leo, too, aren't you? I hear that Leos have the most fun, especially together. You know, like real lions. Because, you know, they hunt together . . . like gazelles and stuff."

R.A.F.: "Nope. Pisces."

Me: "Oh . . . Well, what do you think about the Chinese zodiac?"


Right. I'd have better luck taking my pickup lines from back-issues of Newtype USA.


(For those of you who don't know anything about anime or manga, that was hilarious. For those of you who do know a thing or two about anime or manga and saw through my mediocre attempt at humor, please don't ruin it for the others. ^_^)