interesting

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

the two guys who found a dog

i didn't blog yesterday either. it's just been a slow week for blogging. oh well. i'm sure things will pick up.

yesterday i made another skit with Jack Rabbit: the two guys who found a dog. I admit, it wasn't as good as our second one, the guy who made a bet to build a house. we made up the plot quickly and rashly, so we did a relitively slipshod job. i personally don't think we gave it enough practice, and the camerawork was arranged at the last minute. and we didn't make a lot of consideration to it, so our positioning was uninspired and uncreative. please watch it anyway, because we still gave it a lot of work.

you might not notice when and if you watch the movie, but the dog really hated being there. it was totally and entirely there against its will. poor dog.

today was boring, so i don't think i should even bother mentioning it.

except, of course, the phone call i made...to ask a friend to the movies...and he didn't return the call...sorry-she didn't return the call...yeah...you'll probably hear more about that later...

so, i guess that's it. not including the intramagnatudial mathematical conversation i had with my dad before dinner. i enjoyed that. i do like thinking.

keep reading, my friends

downstairs

sorry about not blogging yesterday; it was pretty uneventful. i went to kung fu and that was it.

oh! besides a few friends of mom coming over and taking her to ashland for a week. that was it.

and, i got to stay up really late and sleep downstairs. that was it!

and today, i'm spending the day with my sister. i did have an accomplishment that brightened my concience for the day dramatically; i completed a game called "battle balls." it is, actually, very addictive. and, it was bery hard to program, involving trigonometry and very many loops and scrolls through memory allocation. if you see the game, you would probably not be as proud as i am of it, but i'm the only one who knows how difficult and mind-numbing it was to code.

i hope my dad will congradulate me for my efforts as much as i am now.

yeah. boring day. no insights, no near-death experiences, and only one major accomplishment. sorry guys.

well, hopefully tomorrow will be more exciting. maybe i can get together with jack rabbit to make another skit.

keep reading, my friends

guys and gals

hi guys and hi gals!

i just have a few things to say about the "which gender is smarter" arguement.

firstly, i think that some guys are smarter than some gals and some gals are smarter than some guys. that's it. i'm neutral on this arguement.

but, i think i have an obligation to shed a little more light on the subject. here are a few simple opinions to help you choose a side:

the arguement would be simpler if we understood each other. the two genders are very different. for instance; women think the nazis will come (or something) if your floor isn't clean. and, men think that if something comes in contact with water it is automatically clean. different.

we have albert einstein, bill gates, isaac newton, mark twain, and john lennon. who do you have, madam curie? give me a break.

i had a really good arguement, but i forgot it. i'm sure it will come back to me after my five-hour tv-watching spree.

have you watched "desparate houswives?" have you??

then again, we're the ones making all the beer commercials.

it's a pretty difficult arguement. i'm sure we all know the real solution, but don't want to say it. maybe.

keep reading, my friends.

M'obius

Well, the lectures i downloaded yesterday turned out to be a disapointment.

the rest of my day, however, was not. i had a pretty good day.

i got to go to M'obius's house today, and dirty harry was there two. it was fun seeing and talking to my friends whom i haven't seen in person in a little while.

which brings up an interesting point. M'obius, like many of my other friends, has a confusing, conveluded history.

when i first met him, he was a slacker, but i grew to be a friendly aquaintence. however, he has quite a back story of dishonesty.

he owed me money for a long time at one point. he betrayed me once. we started a band together. we were good friends in the past. he prank called me recently. and, to make it more confusing, all of these events are in a dazzilingly criss-crossed order. what a dilemma!

finally, he is currently trying to re-initiate a friendship with me. hmm. i have something to think about.

keep reading, my friends.

Tahoe - part 1

Hello again!

sorry; i haven't been posting for a few days. That's because i went to tahoe with my friend big bruno! it was a lost of fun. hopefully my few words with live up to the fun of the trip.

the drive was quite-insuferable. i was very hungry and very bored. luckily, it wasn't nearly as long as some past drives in which i partook.

when we arrived, we unpacked, had dinner, and went golfing. mini-golfing, that is. it was very fun, but i was in far last.

that night was somewhat uncomfortable, for i was being eaten and bitten by bugs. this is one of my least favorite things in the universe; misquitos are probably my tiny flying rivals. on top of that, my annoying bites were coupled with a disturbing dream involving bug bites-lots of bug bites. this dream haunted me for the first half of saturday.

this is part one of three for my trip to tahoe.

keep reading, my friends.

living 1337

Today was another boring day.

Ha! I really had you fooled, didn't I? Today wasn't boring. After my morning run, I got to go to Big Bruno's house! It's a great day for swimming and Big Bruno has a pool, so I didn't even bother taking a shower after my run.

Of course, I left at the last minute, making myself a little late. I was too busy playing piano. There's something strange between me and the ivory keys; I feel like I can never get tired of playing. Some days, including today, I just grab my laptop, load up some digital sheet music, and let my fingers lazily roll across the keys like tiny rolling pins. Sometimes I just sit on the bench and expell musical tones from fluxuating accuracy.

I still feel guilty about not programming. I've been off the DOS lately, and I feel bad about it. While my dad and I still have mathematical rows, I feel as if it's my obligation as a smart teenager to program computers.

Keep reading, my friends.