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December 30 The Most Exciting Thing I've Read on the InternetHoly Crap, I'm excited!
(The topic should probably just be "The most exciting thing I've read" since aside from the internet the only reading I do is on the back of cereal boxes)
When I was really young (3?) I wanted to be an astonaught but I eventually realized you can just hop in a space ship and fly for 20 minutes to explore new planets, and that most planets aren't worth exploring.
After that I decided I wanted to be a vet, because all kids love animals.
However, cartoons, movies, and videogames would soon inspire me.
I think it was an episode of TailSpin that first made me realize my dream of being an airship captain, but it proved to be a dream that would never fade from my mind.
Even now, it's not uncommon to waste my time daydreaming of adventures in the clouds, in fact as I type this the airship music from Mario 3 is playing in iTunes.
Of course this always seemed to be a completley unrealistic goal, right up there with my preschool notions of what being an interplanetary explorer, but now there is hope.
Hope thanks to this website. While information is scarce, and the pictures appear to be concept art it proves my dream to be not only feasable, but elequantly so. A floating hotel, 60 rooms, able to travel across the globe in 3 days without ever having to land. my mind was blown, I had to check to make sure I was awake and not dreaming the whole thing. If this company is hiring I might just consider quitting school and moving to where ever they are.
This [ost is taking me forever to write cause every sentence I stop and ponder airships some more losing myself to these thoughts for often minutes at a time...
It's late. I should head to bed to lay awake imagining a future of ship filled skies.
Here's another site I just found with a bit more info.
They say they may start making these as early as next year.
I read a while back that some company was planning on commercially selling jet packs in 2008.
If that happens, coupled with the fact that we can hold hundreds of hours of music in the palm of our hands, and communicate wirelessly instantly with across the globe with our cell phones (with video cell phones hitting the market soon, and the wonders of the internet and its knowledge (wikipedia), I think it would be safe to say we we're officialy living in the future (despite the lack of robots, flying cars and moon colonies)
How the hell did the future sneak up on me like that?
Damn, the haunted swamp music from zelda just started playing and the lights went out. its creepy and everything looks weird in the glow of my laptop. If no one hears from me and its been a few days I either lest in search of the airship company, or was devored by monsters...
The Commador Chronicles - RespondanceI'm pretty sure "respondance" isn't a word, but it seemed appropriate, and I find real words often inadequate to express my thoughts.
Anyway, tonight after pool but prior to bowling Scojo, inquired as to whether the Commador had replyed to my email.
I was surprised anyone had a genuine intrest (or would bother faking a sincere inquiry) so I figured I should probably check my email. lo and behold a responce had arrived, in fact it arrived several days ago.
Now, I'm not gunna post her whole email without having asked her, even though theres no real personal topics discussed or deep dark secrets revealed, but I'll give the gist (jist?) of things.
...screw it, I don't feel like summerizing, here's a direct quote from thefirst paragragh, just don't tell people I'm too lazy to respect people's privacy, it doesn't make me sound very good...
" What you said about biochem actuallymade me laugh because it reminded me so much of myself. When I went to University, I (naively) thought biochem would be a good major since I liked biology and chemistry in high school. I can honestly say that changed in a hurry!"
At this point I was thinking "Interesting, we may actually be like minded individuals."
actually that's a lie, it was probably something more like "wowee, we'ze have stuffs in common!"
but then I remembered the best way to gain someones repect is to repeat everything they say but worded in a more intellegent sounding manner and once again concidered the possibility that the Commador may be an old greasy hermit living in a lighthouse who has the abilty to convincingly lie over the internet.
So I remained sceptical.
She went on to say how she too turned 22 in November, that she's doing grad studies in microbiology, she's living alone in an apartment (hermit!) in Ottawa, and that this is awesome because she's a huge Senators fan (hockey team, not politians, though she may be a fan of them aswell as she didn't state otherwise...). As most of you probably know, Ottawa is my team in the east, so this pleased me. If she had said Toronto I may have had to stop reading.
I guess she's only lived in Ottawa since the fall so she doesn't know many people. She has one sibling, a sister who lives in Pittsburg, and spends the time she has outside of school watching tv, movies, or listening to classic rock, a respectable genre in my mind, if she had said country or rap I may have vomitted.
Not much else to say, there was a short paragragh about how she was gunna be a bridemaid for one of her best friends this weekend, followed by a generic farewell message, seasons greetings and all that crap.
So, that's it. She seems to be a good writer, and it looks like we've got a fair amount in common, though I doubt there'll be much more talk of school, and I won't have too much to say about hockey, so I don't know what to say in the reply which I should probably write soon.
...probably a good chunk of text about how cool her name is, I can't belive I forgot that last time.
Well, if anyone has some bright idea about what I can say, then leave a comment.
Also, It doesn't seem as though she's gunna reveal any sort of Earth-shattering news, so if you wanna avoid some mondane posts feel free to leave a comment telling me to quit updating with this stuff.
December 24 The Commador Chronicals: First ContactAfter weeks of nagging I finally brushed away the laziness long enough to write my promised email to the Commador. Actually the main reason I finally wrote it was because I felt like I shouldn't be doing any other writing (bus poster reviews, blog entries, or other emails) until I got this outta the way.
Anyway, the email I sent her follows, Its not that exciting but I said I would post it here so I am.
Also, Its mostly me talking about myself, which does make it an apt blog entry.
Here it is:
Hi Amy, hope your having a good Christmas. Sorry it took me so long to write, finals were crazy, and while I haven't done much besides play video games and watch movies with friends for the past week, I've never really been any good at being a pen pal. It's particularly hard deciding what to write since I really don't know anything about you. So I suppose It might be best if I just told you about myself.
I recently turned 22, I'm living at home because I'm a still a student. I'm in my fourth year of a bio degree, though I started out a biochem major because I in highschool I thought biochemistry was simply a double major of the the two sciences not the in depth analysis of chemical processes at a cellular level which I despise so much. It's not that it isn't interesting at times, but mostly that I utterly fail in my attempts to memorize all the subunits of dozens of different proteins. So now I'm a bio major, because I'm a huge science nerd but I suck at math and I get genuinely excited looking at ecological graphs and evolutionary cladograms. When I grow up I want to be captain of an airship, but since at this point in time airship technology is woefully inadequate, my more realist dream would be to work in the field of conservation ecology, though realistically I fully expect to end up working as a lab tech somewhere. Med school sounds scary, and I wouldn't have the volunteer hours or professional recommendations to get in anyway. As you can probably guess by now, I don't have much of a life outside of school, mostly because I don't have time for much else. The majority of my friends are science majors, including everything from physics to biochem to neuroscience, and aside from bad science puns we generally spend our time with video games and board games, the mocking of B-grade horror movies, and making fools of ourselves at restaurants.
I'm not sure what else to say about myself...
My family is my mom, brother, and two cats, I'm not religious at all, The only meat I eat is poultry and fish (and bacon) though not due to any moral or philosophical reasons, I can't stand having the french side of my beverage containers facing me, I still often succumb to the urge to build with lego, k'nex, or make paper crafts, I don't drink or drive, preferring to travel by my own two feet whenever reasonable (rollerblades are my primary form of transport in the summer months), and I still watch a considerable amount of tv despite hating nearly everything thats on. My favorite pool ball is the 13, I'd rather live on in the mountains than on a beach, and my taste in music is an eclectic assortment of instrumental pieces, which is just a less pathetic way of saying I mostly listen to remixed Nintendo soundtracks, the classical music form Bugs Bunny cartoons, and tv theme songs/ commercial jingles. Each pocket of every jacket I own contains one or more bouncy balls, I didn't plan it, it just happens on it own.
I'm not sure what personal questions I should ask so I won't, I'll leave you to respond however you see fit. Hope you have a good Christmas, and if I don't hear back from you soon, a happy new year.
TTFN, Nigel.
So there you have it. As usual I didn't bother reading it over so theres probably all sorts of typos and incoherant thoughts, but I don't really care, the damn thing is finally done. Anyone wanna take bets on how the Commador will respond? December 03 Type "L" for Loser, The Commodore CroniclesThis is a story about my dear great-aunt Carol who, in my few breif encounters, seemed to be a loud-mouth with the attention span of a squirrel on crack.
most of her
I usually just smile, wait a couple seconds for her to be distracted by something shiny and then quickley back away.
However, my mom and aunt Carol have been talking to each other on the phone quite a bit latley, and the other night after one such conversation my mom says to me something along these lines:
"So, you know that girl aunt Carol is always talking about - the premed student..."
"yup"
"Well I was talking to aunt Carol and it sounds like she's really preocupied with school, and so she doesn't really date, or spend much time outside of her house, or..."
and as my mom carries on with her discription I'm chuckling in my head at my own snide comments about how pathetic and socially inept this girl sounds imagining her as a hermit cast away from society to live in a light house with only seagulls for friends. tee hee, what a loser...
then my mom finishes her discription with:
"...and so she sounds just like you."
at which point the laughter stopped.
Now, I'm not one to care about what others think of me (mostly because I'm oblivious to how others see me)
but if people are serriously viewing me as that socially
It was bad enough having Baker take pity on me and spend an afternoon trying to set me up with some random mormon girl, but now my own mother was inadvertanly calling me a loser.
anyway, the exciting conclusion to this pathetic tale is my mom handing me a piece of paper, and on it was this girl's e-mail address.
I knew what was expected of me but at this point I was to depressed to care.
"Your aunt Carol told her you would send her an email sometime this week, and i think it's a good idea."
damnit.
so now I've got some sorta internet date thingy and I've got no idea what to say to this girl
"dear Commodore, I'd rather pound my face into this keyboard until it looked like playdough than write this letter..."
I said dear Commodore because Commador is her last name, which sounds like a title you'd give penis in the bar after a pitcher too many. Commodore Squigglesworth, perhaps...
Wikipedia informs me that a Commodore is a rank above a Captain but bellow Rear Admiral, so now I picture her as a hermit in a captian crunch hat, or maybe a hermit crab in a captain crunch hat to complete the nautical imagery.
I suppose there is the slighest chance the Commador could turn out to not be a pathetic sea cow, but even so she would still be 3675 km away (thanks google maps!) and I'm pretty sure I'm far too lazy to keep up anysort of internet relationship, be it of the friendly type or the creepy type-with-one-hand type.
Also, this seems like a good place to mention that "You Got Mail" was a terrible movie even by romantic comedy standards.
Anyway, I've put off writting my lab report long enough, but to the two people who will actually read this, feel free to leave comments suggesting what the hell I can say to this girl. Later this week I'll post the email I write here for you all to laugh at and ridicule.
dixi.
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