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May 4, 2007

Sometimes You’re Down

11:00 pm | Random | Comments: 6

Every so often I wish that the world’s system of happiness was legitimate. It would make life alot simpler if you knew that you’d need to get a million dollars in your bank account to be truly happy. That way, everybody would be motivated to get said million dollars in said account and eventually we’d all find a way to make it happen. It’s not as easy as that, though. What’s strange is that it’s been proven that stuff can’t make you happy. This to me is proof of the existence of a divine being, specifically one that created us for a specific reason beyond simply having stuff. I mean, otherwise why wouldn’t stuff make us happy? It really should make us happy. The fact that it doesn’t leads the more rational of chaps to look beyond stuff to the real source of this happiness nonsense. The less rational of chaps probably doesn’t care because he’s too busy watching Prison Break.

February 10, 2007

Thinking is so Yesterday

11:02 pm | Random | Comments: 7

Seriously, doesn’t it seem like that sometimes? Often I tell myself, today is going to be “wallow in thoughtless abandon” day. Those are the days when you’re in the most danger of falling in love. So I’m glad people like my poetry. I can’t write poetry really, at least not on a whim like the greats. I need some serious inspiration, or motivation, to come up with it. I figured instead of rambling about some tomfoolery I would post a nice, romantic poem from one of the greats, whether you like him or not.

3. The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.

- R. Frost

September 9, 2006

Etymology

3:18 pm | Random | Comments: 9

Driving home from Holland today I realized that there’s really no other words for boogers. They’re just boogers, and that’s what they are. What else are you going to call them? Mucus clumps? Snotballs? Boogers are boogers, and that’s the end of the story.

August 4, 2006

World’s Fastest Post

1:00 pm | Random | Comments: 3

It’s not short, but I’m not stopping my thought process. That’s what is making this post as fast as it is. It might be slow depening on how slow you are at reading it. However, that is not really my problem now, is it? I thought not. I think many things not. That way, when it turns out you were wrong, you get pleasantly surprised. I’m off to Canada. Aufwiedersehen.

June 5, 2006

What the Deuce?

5:02 pm | Random | Comments: 4

Having resolved not to let SIO be smothered under a putrid pile of spam, I have today taken action to fight back against the digital hooligans. SIO’s second birthday shall not be tarnished by the cloak-and-dagger underhandedness exhibited by the spambots roaming the internet, which have already claimed the life of the grand and glorious RandomChat. (or did they?)

A month ago (or thereabouts) I became hooked on a T.V. show. I don’t feel bad about getting hooked on a T.V. show because the last T.V. show upon which I became hooked was Party of Five, many years ago (it had Jennifer Love Hewitt, Lacey Chabert, and Neve Campbell… how could you beat that?). Now it’s all about House. The only reason to watch House is the main character, House. I like House’s completely sociopathic personality alot, but I wouldn’t like it quite so much if it weren’t Hugh Laurie playing him. I’ve seen so much of Laurie that he almost feels like a buddy of mine; it wouldn’t matter what movie or T.V. show he was in, when I see him it’s almost like we start where we left off, like a good friend you didn’t talk to for years then made contact with again.

Most of this comes from having watched Jeeves & Wooster about a million times per episode (as well as having read the books thoroughly). House is basically an smart American Bertie Wooster that went to Medical School and subsequently decided he didn’t need the human race. Some people think I’m getting a bit too into House, as evidenced by the fact that periodically I stump around the house with a cane that Evie found somewhere. They might be right, but I don’t care. I’m off to Blockbuster to get the 3rd installment of Season 1. Differential diagnosis, people. What’s wrong with me?

April 27, 2006

Cool Tapes

12:14 pm | My Life | Pictures | Random | Comments: 12

No tapes, just pictures.

Took a walk with a friend into GVSU’s ravine a few days ago. I’ve never been down there before, and it reminded me of my youth when we would go into the woods and come out covered in mud calling it the best day ever.

The fact that I fit my ever-growing drum set into my room is a modern miracle for which I shall no doubt be sainted after my death by the Roman Catholic church.

The lockers in the Calder art building are pretty big.

March 15, 2006

The Revolution Begins Here

6:30 pm | Pictures | Random | Comments: 8

Salt the Fries!

March 10, 2006

Thoughts on Thoughts, and Other Thoughts

12:16 am | Random | Thoughts | Comments: 9

Thinking about thinking really isn’t that difficult. All you have to do is begin and you never know where you brain will take you. It’s not like reading about reading, which is terribly boring. Basically thinking is done in two ways. First is the way everybody else does it. Secondly you have the way I do it, which is what we like to call the “right way”. I’ll give you an example. Say you have a dog that poops in front of your TV. What do you call this? Clearly the dog, who is placing the poop strategically infront of your television because it knows that you pay all your attention to it oftimes, is being smart with its poop. This is opposed to dogs who are not smart with their poop. Such dogs include dogs who are indifferent with their poop and simply drop bombs randomly around the house, and also dogs that don’t realize they are pooping and get scared when they turn around and see it. With all that in mind, remember that it pays to train yourself to think and that reading SIO will help you attain such a lofty goal. Remember, the dry season is almost over and the summer of Bloggage 2006 will shortly be upon us. Prepare yourselves.

February 16, 2006

Random Thoughts in the Early Morning

9:21 am | Random | Thoughts | Comments: 3

- Does anybody care about tech stuff?
- I think ducks are cool, ducks and penguins mostly.
- People shouldn’t wear shirts that say “Staff” on the back, it’s pretty lame.
- If I get one more medication leaving dumb notes in my shoutbox I’m going to burn somebody’s house down.
- A long time ago, or so I’m told, cornflakes were supposed to kill people’s sex drive. What was up with that?
- Speaking of sex, did you know that sex comes between quinque and septum?
- Wubble.

December 7, 2005

Dude, I Just Got Out Of Class

1:58 pm | College | My Life | Random | Comments: 7

I thought I would take a moment out of my stupe-tastically busy life and write about what I did today. Besides, I have 10 minutes to burn before German 301 and there’s only 45 people waiting in line frantically to print off their paper before classtime. Today I got out of bed at 8:30 after listening to Free Beer and Hot Wings for a half-hour. Getting out of bed is usually the best way to begin your day. That’s a tip, kids. Write it down.

So then I got trashed and all that. I realize now that I meant to type “dressed”, but rather typed “trashed”, I know not why. At any rate, I got dressed and had the usual Corn Flakes with far too much sugar added for breakfast, washed down with good, stiff Lanning coffee. I brushed my car off with what remains of my telescoping Ultrascrapernbrush, which snapped in half rather unfortuitously about a week ago. I had high hopes of using it to smack down some would-be hooligans, alas now it’s much too short. Five minutes to go.

Have you ever noticed how it’s at least 15 degrees colder in the Parking Ramp than it is outside the Parking Ramp? One would do well to study the Coolitude of the Parking Ramp. I parked my Honda in the Parking Ramp, as has been alluded to previously in the discussion about the Parking Ramp’s coolitude. This time I remembered to turn off my lights, so as not to have my evil world-domination plans foiled by the ins and outs of electricity and how batteries go dead if you leave lights running on cars. You’d think that we would have invented a means by which such batteries do not go dead by now. I mean, forget the whole cancer bit. I want electrical security for my transport apparatus!

It’s time for class. Huzzah!