hi again
so, i made more videos with themarine, so be sure to visit our channel.
also, i'm leaving for a week of computer camp on sunday. yeah. i'm hoping i'll learn a lot.
so, i don't have a lot to say. i got a fortune cookie that said i would be lucky and should take a chance, so i went into dev-c++ to see if i could get lucky on a project, and ended up searching for how to make a template. i ran into an article on how to install glut for c++. it didn't help. pretty exciting.
well, have faith my life will get interesting. on the 11th i'm going to school, so just stick with me until them.
keep reading, my friend.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
false advertising
euphamisms: unnecesary translations for everyday items, places, and concepts.
they just clutter language. every euphamism is like a piece of tissue paper over the item to be sold; it dims the idea of the item and blurs its details to hide the bullcrap they're trying to sell.
now, i'm not saying it's the salesmens' fault; i know some great salesmen. salesmen are cool. it's these advertisers who feel like the less you can clearly grasp about a product, the better off the commercials are.
examples: let's take a simple item...a bar of soap. that's simple. now, if the advertisers just say, "it's a reliable, clensing, long-lasting bar that leaves you feeling fresh," i would be happy. but no; someone had to invent something to complicate the matter... soap scum. doesn't exist. i can swear on a copy of, "relational calculus for dummies" that it does not exist. seriously. when you use soap, i am 100 percent sure that you are not leaving some invisible substance on your skin after you rinse off. you heard it from me. no such thing. it's just something they fabricated out of thin air to get you to buy their soap.
yep. most of these commercial slurs are bull. your counter is NOT still dirty after you clean it, kids do NOT prefer juicy juice (fact: you can only legally call something fruit juice (ei, grape juice) unless it is 100 percent juice. "juicy" is not a fruit. juicy juice is not pure), and fiber one bars do NOT taste like chocolate (they do taste pretty good, though).
so, keep your eyes out. use critical thinking. don't let these small commercial buisnesses ruin your life with dumb products you don't need.
and again, salesmen are cool. i have never heard or heard of a salesman lie. ever.
keep reading, my friends.
they just clutter language. every euphamism is like a piece of tissue paper over the item to be sold; it dims the idea of the item and blurs its details to hide the bullcrap they're trying to sell.
now, i'm not saying it's the salesmens' fault; i know some great salesmen. salesmen are cool. it's these advertisers who feel like the less you can clearly grasp about a product, the better off the commercials are.
examples: let's take a simple item...a bar of soap. that's simple. now, if the advertisers just say, "it's a reliable, clensing, long-lasting bar that leaves you feeling fresh," i would be happy. but no; someone had to invent something to complicate the matter... soap scum. doesn't exist. i can swear on a copy of, "relational calculus for dummies" that it does not exist. seriously. when you use soap, i am 100 percent sure that you are not leaving some invisible substance on your skin after you rinse off. you heard it from me. no such thing. it's just something they fabricated out of thin air to get you to buy their soap.
yep. most of these commercial slurs are bull. your counter is NOT still dirty after you clean it, kids do NOT prefer juicy juice (fact: you can only legally call something fruit juice (ei, grape juice) unless it is 100 percent juice. "juicy" is not a fruit. juicy juice is not pure), and fiber one bars do NOT taste like chocolate (they do taste pretty good, though).
so, keep your eyes out. use critical thinking. don't let these small commercial buisnesses ruin your life with dumb products you don't need.
and again, salesmen are cool. i have never heard or heard of a salesman lie. ever.
keep reading, my friends.
tired
hello folks
yesterday i was tired. that's all i can say. today i got up, took a fast run, and feel great, but yesterday, i was tired.
very tired. themarine and i stayed up all night, hyped on caffine and sugar. the residual caffine kept me up for that days workout and an hour afterwards, but after it wore off (and it wore off all at once), i was very, very tired.
that was unfortunate, because themarine and i had made several videos i now need to sync and create. this is a major pain because we had to take the audio on my old computer and everything else on my new computer.
once i'm done, i'll post another link to our channel.
keep reading, my friends.
yesterday i was tired. that's all i can say. today i got up, took a fast run, and feel great, but yesterday, i was tired.
very tired. themarine and i stayed up all night, hyped on caffine and sugar. the residual caffine kept me up for that days workout and an hour afterwards, but after it wore off (and it wore off all at once), i was very, very tired.
that was unfortunate, because themarine and i had made several videos i now need to sync and create. this is a major pain because we had to take the audio on my old computer and everything else on my new computer.
once i'm done, i'll post another link to our channel.
keep reading, my friends.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
gunnage
hello again!
sorry, i've been off my blogging for a couple of days, but i think these vids will explain it:
www.youtube.com/user/thepapargangstar
please watch!
sorry, i've been off my blogging for a couple of days, but i think these vids will explain it:
www.youtube.com/user/thepapargangstar
please watch!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
bordom
hello all
well, it's a little early in the day for me to be writing about it, but there is little else i feel like doing.
i'm bored. due to my proving of a scientific quantifyable discovery; if you watch tv for an hour without sidetracking yourself, then turn it off and continue sitting around in a quiet, tv-free house, you will be bored. maybe it only works on me. sigh.
well, i guess i should tell you about something i probably should have quite a long time ago. i'm trying to get a girlfriend. sound familiar? this explains the phone call i made a few blogs ago. speaking of which, i haven't gotten a return call. dirty harry (who shares this quest's aim) and i figured i should call again, but something tells me i'll get the same result: answering machine.
anyway, i don't think i can do it. just...can't. i've had many dumb ambitions like this, and i'm experienced to know when something is reasonably far-fetched. programming a fully-responsive artificial intelligence isn't, but me getting a girlfriend is.
if i told dirty harry about this, he would just tell me to "sack up" and call. but, dirty harry is...intrusive...when it comes to getting a girlfriend. somehow, i seem to have a better sense of how to get a girl to like you, which unlikely according to him, doesn't require preparing a full speech in intention to solidify a mutual intra-friendship. (boy, do i have too much time on my hands!)
that's it. i wish i had something else about which to blog, except for the fact that i'm going to my grandfather's house this afternoon.
on that note, i just noticed something...does it seem to you that a "grandfather" is older than a "grandpa?" am i the only one who sees this?
keep reading, my friends.
well, it's a little early in the day for me to be writing about it, but there is little else i feel like doing.
i'm bored. due to my proving of a scientific quantifyable discovery; if you watch tv for an hour without sidetracking yourself, then turn it off and continue sitting around in a quiet, tv-free house, you will be bored. maybe it only works on me. sigh.
well, i guess i should tell you about something i probably should have quite a long time ago. i'm trying to get a girlfriend. sound familiar? this explains the phone call i made a few blogs ago. speaking of which, i haven't gotten a return call. dirty harry (who shares this quest's aim) and i figured i should call again, but something tells me i'll get the same result: answering machine.
anyway, i don't think i can do it. just...can't. i've had many dumb ambitions like this, and i'm experienced to know when something is reasonably far-fetched. programming a fully-responsive artificial intelligence isn't, but me getting a girlfriend is.
if i told dirty harry about this, he would just tell me to "sack up" and call. but, dirty harry is...intrusive...when it comes to getting a girlfriend. somehow, i seem to have a better sense of how to get a girl to like you, which unlikely according to him, doesn't require preparing a full speech in intention to solidify a mutual intra-friendship. (boy, do i have too much time on my hands!)
that's it. i wish i had something else about which to blog, except for the fact that i'm going to my grandfather's house this afternoon.
on that note, i just noticed something...does it seem to you that a "grandfather" is older than a "grandpa?" am i the only one who sees this?
keep reading, my friends.
Friday, July 23, 2010
food
we had no food.
seriously, this last week, we had no food at all. i had to eat some stale oat mixture my mom made eighty years ago. i had to eat fruit. let me type this agian, just to convey this to you: i had to eat fruit. FRUIT. dead serious. it was horrible.
but today, mom took me to a store to buy food, which made me happy; at least i don't have to eat *shudder* fruit.
after that, jack rabbit came over to make yet another skit. we came up with a pretty uncreative idea, and didn't even end up filming it. we did make a logo, though. we now have a logo. great.
although we didn't have to worry about camera angles, but it was a pretty stressful meet for me, because when dirty harry messeged me on skype giving jack rabbit a spiteful message from m'obius, i had to convince jack rabbit m'obius didn't mean it, simultaniously telling him m'obius was right and telling dirty harry to SHUT UP IM WITH JACK RABBIT. gasp.
by the way, keep watching the freeradicaIs vids. (jack rabbit is the blond one)
keep reading, my friends.
seriously, this last week, we had no food at all. i had to eat some stale oat mixture my mom made eighty years ago. i had to eat fruit. let me type this agian, just to convey this to you: i had to eat fruit. FRUIT. dead serious. it was horrible.
but today, mom took me to a store to buy food, which made me happy; at least i don't have to eat *shudder* fruit.
after that, jack rabbit came over to make yet another skit. we came up with a pretty uncreative idea, and didn't even end up filming it. we did make a logo, though. we now have a logo. great.
although we didn't have to worry about camera angles, but it was a pretty stressful meet for me, because when dirty harry messeged me on skype giving jack rabbit a spiteful message from m'obius, i had to convince jack rabbit m'obius didn't mean it, simultaniously telling him m'obius was right and telling dirty harry to SHUT UP IM WITH JACK RABBIT. gasp.
by the way, keep watching the freeradicaIs vids. (jack rabbit is the blond one)
keep reading, my friends.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Algorithms
for the third time, sorry i've been away from my blogging.
but, today was somewhat interesting day. i was awakened by my father to be brought to his office. upon arriving, i programmed a program in c++ that gives the minimum amount of coins and bills that are worth the entered price. programming anything in c++ is a major victory for me, so that was fun.
also while i was at the office, a three-book set was delivered: "the Art of Computer Programming" by donald knuth. no typo. knuth.
while i'm excited to read the book, i've been working on some stuff with my dad. math stuff. over two large, delicious camerone burritos. father-son time; it was the best time i've had in days.
i really enjoy reading my new books. i've only read a few pages of the first one, and i''ve already learned a lot about algorithms.
I've also discovered a secret dislike of the word "actress." if you preogram, your a programmer. if you teach, you're a teacher. so, if you act, shouldn't you be an actor.
keep reading, my friends.
but, today was somewhat interesting day. i was awakened by my father to be brought to his office. upon arriving, i programmed a program in c++ that gives the minimum amount of coins and bills that are worth the entered price. programming anything in c++ is a major victory for me, so that was fun.
also while i was at the office, a three-book set was delivered: "the Art of Computer Programming" by donald knuth. no typo. knuth.
while i'm excited to read the book, i've been working on some stuff with my dad. math stuff. over two large, delicious camerone burritos. father-son time; it was the best time i've had in days.
i really enjoy reading my new books. i've only read a few pages of the first one, and i''ve already learned a lot about algorithms.
I've also discovered a secret dislike of the word "actress." if you preogram, your a programmer. if you teach, you're a teacher. so, if you act, shouldn't you be an actor.
keep reading, my friends.
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