Time Cube

You were educated stupid.

Gene Ray, self proclaimed smartest man alive wants you to think that anyway. Gene Ray is a schizophrenic man who lives in Atlanta who runs a website called Time Cube. Here, he rants nonstop about how he has uncovered the truth about the four-day simultaneous harmonic time cube theory.

The theory is this: time is cubic. By cubic, he means having four sides. So, not cubic at all. According to time cube, there are four simultaneous days within every day, and that by not acknowledging this, you are a moron. His theories, if they can so be called, have gained internet infamy. He has been invited to give lectures at MIT, and other prestigious institutions. He offers 10,000 dollars to anyone who can disprove his theory. To my knowledge, no one has ever been awarded this money.

I highly recommend you read the website if you haven't before. Its fascinatingly inane.

Michael Franti & Spearhead

I was listening to XM the other day, when I heard this song. I went out and got his album, and I really like it. I just thought I'd share some good political reggae with the world. The video sucks, but the song is awesome.



I found the song on an album called "Body of War: Songs That Inspired an Iraq War Veteran." Also on the album was this song by Immortal Technique, who I'd never heard of, but I like what he does too.

I lol'd

This video from the FailBlog made me lose it today.

An Historic Day, etc

I know this is a big moment in American History, but I don't feel anything. Nothing big anyway. On November 4th, I was really excited. I'd been following this election for about a solid year, and I was really hyped that the candidate that I'd backed from the beginning had won. It made me feel like maybe America had tastes as good as mine.

But as January 20th neared, I stopped focusing on Obama, and started watching Bush like a hawk. Who would he pardon? What executive orders would he slip in before he had to go? What kind of last minute shenanigans would there be? I'd reached a level of Obama-apathy that I did not expect to achieve. Only last night did I really start to think hard about the swearing-in and the like. I thought about all those Bush countdown clocks that were for sale, and wondered if they would make some kind of sound or maybe blow up when they reached zero. Later, I believe it was Stephen Colbert that joked that they would all blow up. I thought it first, Colbert. Back off.

Anyway, with the exception of the prayer, poem, parade, and pomp, I liked the events this morning. That is to say, I liked his speech. For those of you who haven't heard or seen it, go look it up yourselves, you lazy bastards. I'm not about to put all of that on my frickin' blog.

See what I mean about apathy?

Aperture Science

I've just gotten a hold of Portal for the PC. I now realize how I need a USB optical mouse. For those who don't know, portal is just the awesomest game ever. It was originally released with the Orange Box, containing Half Life 2, and Team Fortress 2 in addition to Portal. Who knew that of the two established titles (Team fortress was a Quake mod) and the one unknown, Portal would become the fan favorite.

I've posted videos before of the ending to Portal, but here is a comedy bit produced to poke fun at the talking gun turrets that are all over the Aperture Science testing area.

Meh.

I feel like I'm getting sick. I have a sore throat, so I took the last of the Tussinex syrup left over from my last cold. I know it sounds like it might be like Robitussin, but its just a codeine syrup. Last time I took that stuff before class I got so dizzy that I threw up in the bathroom in the middle of an english class. Upon returning, the teacher called me out and I dropped that bitch's class. I still hate that bitch.

Catherine wants to go to Athens for a party at someone's house. I might go, but I want to be able to crash if I go. I'm not driving home from Athens at 3 am. Especially if I'm getting sick.

I need to see Dr. Linkous to get some meds. He gives out the good stuff. When he found out that I was being drug tested after getting arrested, he prescribed me that codeine syrup. Good man. Even with an admitted drug problem, he gives me addictive medications.

Not the best night.

Well, Catherine and I went downtown. She and I were supposed to meet Charlie (a girl) at the Rookery, but we got there late so she was just leaving for Synergy as we got there. We hung out and had a couple of drinks and headed down to synergy. I've never been before. We saw a drag show, and a drag queen walked off with Catherine's $5. I told her not to ask a drag queen for change. Anyway, we got kicked out when some bulldike saw me hand her a drink. I've never been kicked out of anywhere before. Anyway, she wanted the drink that she was denied, so we went back to the Rookery where she had an armband to drink. She had a couple of drinks and we left just before last call. I spent the next two hours babysitting a girlfriend who'd never been drunk before. I took her home and helped her up to her room. She and I fell asleep and I woke up at 6:30 and drove home to avoid running into her parents. Good fun.

Spring Forward

Well, its time for classes to start again. Spring semester begins today, and I've just gotten my class schedule the way I want it. Four classes, M-Th 12:30-3:15. Just the way I like. Two history classes, a literature class, and Sydney's perspectives on narrative class. Shouldn't be too terribly hard this semester, I'm pretty sure I know all my professors, and their approximate level of expected work. No worries there unless Catherine and I end up staying up late every night this semester and I lose a lot of sleep. Seems unlikely, except that I'm only running on three hours of sleep right now.

I just took my dad into work so I could use his car today. Mine is supposed to have a new engine some time today with any luck. My mom's already started guilting me about how much it costs to fix my car. I hate that shit.

Big Fish Stories

Has anything so incredible happened to you that you can't tell anyone, because there's no way in hell they'd believe you? Without proof, no one will believe that you caught that 150 lb catfish with your bare hands. No one believes you that you actually saw bigfoot while you were camping in the woods. No one would believe you that you ran into Mr. T at the gym, and that he talks like a totally normal guy, and is working on his dissertation. These are not the kind of things you tell someone and expect to be believed.

This raises the question: why tell anyone? Sure, its about the awesomest thing to ever happen to you, but why tell the unbelievers? Why ruin the memory of your accomplishment by subjecting yourself to criticism and disbelief?

Its not that I don't want to tell anyone. Just the opposite -- I want to tell the world. But the majority of everyone on earth would call me a liar. Besides, I'm happy enough that its true. Who else needs to know for me to be happy?

Inconsistent Spelling

I am instructed to pimp Kim's blog. Unfortunately, she has two at the moment, so I'm not sure which one to pimp. The first is Cake is not a stop in the Game of Life and the other is Inconsistant Thoughts. I look forward to reading them now that I know they exist.

Love you Kim, even if I poke fun at your spelling.

Its a series of tubes

My internet at home sucks. The line goes straight from the modem to the main computer, leaving my laptop a glorified mp3 player with a keyboard. We own a wireless router, but the wireless aspect of it died almost immediately upon its installation a couple of years ago. The nonwireless ports died a couple of weeks ago. I've put it upon myself to remedy this by finding a new router. My dad almost certainly won't take an interest as long as the main computer works fine. I've considered sabotaging it just to get him on the job. I'm doing all my downloading and other major surfing at J-Cup. I leave 4chan to the home pc, because there may be laws against that kind of smut on a public network. I'm not sure.

In other news, life is good. High five.

New years, etc.

Happy 2009, everybody. Hope you all had a great new year. No arrests, I hope.

Anywho, I'm still carless (and a bit careless too) until at least next week. They've decided to get a used engine to put in it. Hopefully nothing else will get fucked in the immediate future. I was kind of looking forward to going car shopping. That's usually fun until it gets really stressful.

Side note: why the fuck has Fox News got a Twitter page? And why do they all link to tinyurl.com instead of the Fox News page? This makes no sense.

I've downloaded the entirety of Transmet and Hellblazer, so I think I'm going to spend some quality time with some comics. Peace