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    February 28

    Public Education at it's Finest.

    Today my brother was "Student of the Week" for the second time, which simply means they had cycled through all of the other students and had to start again lest they be unable to provide half-hearted pats on the back and generic platitudes at school assemblies.

    The last time he got the award was in December, Unfortunately, he wasn't there to accept the award as he had spent the last two weeks at home sick.

    They had decided he was student of the week the week he wasn't there, and the certificate he later got listed the reason for the award as perfect attendance.

    I lol'd.   

    February 16

    Fever Dreams

    I was sick Wednesday through Saturday, with fever, sore throat, and congestion, which made writing mid-terms not fun. Actually the whole weeks been pretty crappy as I've spent my regained healthy days writing papers. However, I have been sleeping a lot (more than 12 hours a day!), and I do enjoy my sleep!

    I had a dream Friday night that could have been the plot for Cool Runnings 2: Canadian Boogaloo.
    The Olympics were this year, and a bunch of new games were added last minute. Lacking the qualified athletes and hoping to avoid the embarrassment of having no one to compete, the olympic committee quietly traveled to western Canada universities looking for anyone to compete. Having almost no classes, and far too much time on our hands Ben-Gene and myself were selected to go. The first game we got to compete in was Ice Crokinole. An entire skating rink was turned into a giant crokinole board, and teams took turns throwing curling stones. The first round was against Argentina. The score was 0-0 with 3 throws left. Ben was up. He threw, and ended up hanging precariously over the centre hole. Argentina threw, and knocked his away a little. The last throw was mine. I threw. Argentina's was knocked out, Ben's was knocked to the very edge of the scoring area, and mine landed slightly within the scoring area as well. We had actually beaten someone and moved up in the rankings, it was more than anyone had dreamed possible. Triumphantly I struted around the olympic village, but quickly became lost. I couldn't find my next event, or the team Canada cabin. After a while I came across a drunken athlete who had lost their event. He peed on my shoes and i woke up.

    The next night I had a dream where Waterton lakes were dying. their water levels dropped to 10% and nothing alive was left in them. Biscotti and I were snowshoeing around checking them out and eventually came across a cabin. Inside Scojo was waiting and he had a cool videogame. it was a Co-op RPG and Biscotti was a huge hairy guy with an axe, I was a sword guy with blue
    hair, and scojo was a tiny woman magic user. Upon waking I took to the internet to see if an analagous game exsited for 360 or Wii, but sadly found nothing.

    Bed Time!     
    February 10

    If you'll excuse me it time for high tea a moon of Jupiter...

    I'm noticing a disturbing tend, try to stay with me:
     
    Exhibit A - My mom tells me that CBC Radio is playing Genesis music, I eagerly tune in only to be disappointed when I don't hear 16 Bit Sonic the Hedgehog BGM's.
     
    Exhibit 2 - I see a sign at the University reading "MSS Elections" Which I read as Miss Electrons and envision a physics beauty pagent. Quickly recalling that there is no such thing as a female physist, I start picturing a cross dressing Scott Jones. I then realize I'm almost on the other end of campus laughing all by myself.
     
    Exhibit III - A few weeks after finishing Wind Waker for the 5th or 6th time I spot a flock of seagulls off in the sky. Without thinking I then nudge the person I'm with and tell them that there is a giant Ocktorok over there. It's not until seeing their puzzled reaction that I realize there was in fact not a giant Octopus in Lethbridge.
     
    Exhibit Delta - A saw a man with a toddler watching the construction of the new building on campus. The kid was asking all sorts of questions and his father was doing his best to explain. Stopping and watching the construction all I could think was how tiny the people looked and I started wondering why they weren't just using giant robots to piece together the building.
     
    Hypothosis: I'm losing my grip on reality.
     
    Conclusion: Screw your reality, my world has giant octopuses and giant robots all set to sweet chiptune background music!
     
     
     
     
     
    December 11

    Dramatic! / Potatos!

    I'm gunna try to post an audio response to something Biscotti sent me on facebook, however should I fail I will instead use this space to discuss my feelings about potatos...
     
    K, embeding isn't going well, but you can * listen to it from here. *
     
    also, if you want a little reference *this is the link Biscotti sent me*
    He said it reminded him of me...
     
    I wanted to read one of the similar notes Nicole Peckem sent me in grade 7 which went something like:
     
    hI niGel, I lik you, I lik your sHoes, and I rEally LiK you haiR tuday!
     
    but I couldn't find any of those notes, so instead I picked out one of Bakers old emails.
     
    Usually I wouldn't post someones email without permission but its just baker, he doesn't even know this place exists, and some other justification I'm forgeting (don't worry it was a good one)
     
    Anyway on to the main event! I present to you my potato heiarchy, ordered from their best forms to their worst.
     
    Godly
    Sputnut
     
    Awesome
    Perogies
    Poutine
    Mashed
    Baked
     
    Good
    Stuffed
    Curly Fries
    Straight Fries
    Crinkle Cut Fries
    Chips
    Pancakes
    Soup
     
    Ok
    Potato Salad
    Tater Tots (Mexifries)
    Hashbrowns
    Shepard's Pie
    Scaloped
    Roasted
     
    Terrible
    Raw
    Sweet (Yams)
     
     
    You'll note all the types listed in the awesome tier are best served with bacon. This cannot be coincidence.
     
     
    September 06

    Hats I Need to Aquire

    Captains Hat
    captain-crunch
    'cause its awesome.
    on an unrelated note I always found it odd that Captain Crunch's eyebrows hovered over his hat, but I just now noticed that he tucks his hat in behind his eyeballs. Creepy.
     
     
    Ninja Headband
    Fighter kirby
    Rambo had a headband like this, and if it can make a pink marshmellow look badass It mightbe able to do the same for pastey-scrawny bio-majors.
     
     
    Furry Russian Hat
    russia
    If I had this hat I would drink vodka and dance to the Tetris song (type A), and the world would be a better place.
     
     
    Miners Hat
    mininghat
    The most practical of hats, it provides light wherever you look and offers stylish hands-free operation, sure you could train a parrot to fly over your head with a flashlight, but this option is cheaper and avoids getting your hair full of uric acid.
     
     
    Chain Chomp Toque
    thumb_chainchomp
    Can't have a list of hats without the great Canadian toque, and this a great toque. I still find it funny that the toque exsits all over the world but no other country has a word for it. The American site I got this pic from kept refering to it as a knitted cap, or a wool hat. How can you have a word for the plastic ends on a shoelace or toe knuckles but nothing to describe such an awesome type of hat?
     
     
    Doctor's Headband
    dr
    I have no idea what the purpose of the little circular mirror is, aside from distracting me while the doctor shoves a laser up my nose, but itsan iconic hat and it must be mine.
     
     
    Shriner's Fez
    fez
    and a tiny car too. The shriners were always the best part of any parade. I'm not sure what the shriners do ever other day of the year, but whatever it is, its gotta be awesome.
     
     
    Link Hat
    link
    I'm pretty sure Link's hat defys physics, and I'm not sure how it stays on his head (magic?) but if its goodenough for the hero of time I'll wear it every day of the week, along with the chainmail and tunic. Not the tights though, never the tights.
     
     
    Indiana Jones Hat
    indiana
    This hat is actually fairly easy to aquire, if you happen to have a hundred bucks lying around just use your whip to swing on over to thinkgeek and try to forget the fourth movie ever happened.
     
     
    Pope Hat
    pope_hat
    How could someone with such an amazing hat look so bored? This hat may be the most difficult to get, especially since I'll need to be wearing the ninja headband when I storm the popemobile. I shouldn't say much more, but rest assured I've got elaborate plans drawn out on a napkin safely tucked away in my desk drawer.
     
     
    Chef Hat
    chefkirby
    When the police identify my body after the house explodes from my attempts to make kraftdinner on a gas stove, there is nothing more I'd like my scorched remains to be wearing than the amazing tall 'n poofy chef's hat. If they also find my hand a block away still clutching a frying pan, that'd be cool too.
     
     
    Space Marine/ Doom/ Samus/ Master Chef Helmet
    doom marine helmet papercraft
    Might look a little awkward without the rest of the suit, but thats a risk I'm willing to take, besides, no ones dumb enough to mess with spacemarines, except maybe Intergalactic bounty hunters and space pirates. Damn those space pirates.
     
     
    Viking Helmet and/or Mythical Winged Helmet
    vikingcassandra
    Pirates are pansy-asses compared to Vikings. Squads of Ninjas fall at the hands of single Viking Warriors. Even Zombies shuffle away in fear. The horned/ winged helmet is the ultimate in headgear, no other hat can compare.
     
     
    Hats I Do Not Need to Aquire
     
     
    Fruit Hat
    banana
    Noooo thankyou, you can go ahead and give this hat to Baker, It will go well with his pink "Ms. Timberlake" hat.
     
     
    Did I miss a hat, let me know in the comments.   
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    June 16

    Need BRaaAAaainSss...

    I was in Chapters tonight standing in the Fiction/Literature section without a clue. Wanting something with a solid adventurous storyline I was left judging books by their covers and titles, having no knowledge of decent authors or series. As luck would have it an employee walked up in the midst of a conversation with a guy about my age but even more clueless than myself.
     
    Employee: ...right over here, World War Z - a story of humanity's war against the zombies.
     
    Mr. Genius: Is it fiction?
     
    Me: Pffft *giggle*
     
    Employee: ...yes, it is fictional.
     
    Mr. Genius: So... that means it didn't happen? Or-
     
    Employee: No, it's not real history.
     
    Mr. Genius: Oh... k.
     
    At this point the guy took the book from the employee and wandered off. The employee then turned and asked if I needed help finding anything. Still trying to hold back the laughter I responded "No thanks, I've found what I'm getting!"
     
    As I was exiting the store zombie apocalypse book in hand I overherd the employee telling a co-worker the tale of Mr. Genius, and the ensuing mockery warmed my heart.
     
    Twas the best Chapters visit ever.  
    June 02

    Dinosaur Hunting

    There is no way to casually carry a machete.
    I learned this today as I had to walk from one end of the research centre to the other machete in hand
    I was sweating and looking about nervously for fear people would get the wrong impression and send the station in to lockdown.
    I did not end up on the 6 o'clock news, but did get a couple double takes.
    I had been using the machete (along with my awesome skills) to magically turn 14 plants in to 56 plants.
    It was like when that Jesus guy started with 1000 hungry people and a bit of bread and fish and managed to feed all 900 people.
     
    Being surrounded by plants and hacking my way through them with a machete made me feel like Indiana Jones (not the one that chases little green men), or Turok (not the disney version), or Dr. Grant (not the Jurassic Park 3 version) which was pretty cool.
     
    I did some other more sciencey stuff but nothing as cool as flaling about with a blade the size of a cat.
     
    Anyway the real reason I'm blogging is cause I came across this amazing quiz that combined the two of the best things from childhood - Super Mario Bros. and Dinosaurs (not the tv show)
     
    dino quiz
    As you can see I got one wrong, see if you can do better.
     
    ...Then try my quiz!
    The Funny Named Mario Villian Quiz!
    Don't worry, its matching.
     
    mario enemies 1mario enemies 2
     
    1. Jelectro                2. Sqiglet
    3. Boom Boom          4. Yoob
    5. Cataquack            6. Tweeter
    7. Ptooie                  8. Ninji
    9. Lakitu                 10. Tatanga
    11. Ukkiki                12. Unagi
    13. Batadon             14. Tanoomba
    15. Galrog               16. Reznor
    17. Cobrat               18. Dropliss
    19. Fawful               20. Kuribo
    21. Blarg                 22. Blurp
    23. Captain Syrup     24. Sluggy the Unshaven
    25. Podoboo            26. Slavo the Slime
    27. Tubba Blubba
    28. SMOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooORG!           
     
    Good Luck!
     
     
     
     
     
    May 31

    Growing Up

    Last week when Baker phoned, as he often does to ramble on about nothing and waste my minutes, I told him about the research station job I'll be starting Monday, and he said "Wow, thats pretty cool, so do you feel all grown up now?"
     
    The short answer is no, I do not.
     
    The long ranting bloggish answer is that it feels more like a transitional step towards being grown up, the prologue to the story of my adulty life. The plan is 3 co-op terms to save money and a last semester to finish up my degree and then I'll be moved out, in a serious relationship (magically), and either begining a real career or going for a masters.
     
    I've been getting the odd feeling latley like I no longer fit where I am, that at some point over the past few years I should have out grown this and progressed with life. I've never really felt like an adult, but now I'm feeling that feeling like a teen isn't ok anymore.
     
    Quarter life crisis perhaps? I know that when I'm at Mcdonalds or other such places I feel like I'm being served by young children, and the fact that there are people significantly younger than myself with jobs makes me feel both old and juvinile at the same time.
     
    Anyway, the fact that a co-op job threw itself into my lap after all hope seemed lost means the first part of my growin up plan is on track. The second part (relationship) I hadn't really been considering much since I spent months persuing Natalie only to have things go sour before they could start. It wasn't until today that my single status again crept into the back of my mind and began knawing away, and it was only because last night I had a dream about the Commadore. I was at some big ol' fashioned family gathering with all the aunts, uncles, cousins, ect. and my aunt Carol had come from Ontario and secretly dragged the Comadore with her. One of my cousins was flirting with the Comadore but my aunt yanked her away and handed the two of us something I can't quite recall which somehow implied sex (the karma sutra, a barry white cd?) and suggested we head upstairs to an empty bedroom, which was creepy but somehow seemed like an alright idea despite the horde of relatives winking and giving thumbs up. At this point I awoke.
     
    It was weird, but then most dreams are. It shouldn't have been surprising given the way my moms pushed the idea of the two of us, you'd think she was working on commision the way she brings it up, having done everything short of handing me a plane ticket and saying "I want grandchildren danmit!"
     
    I checked my email and sure enough the Comadore had written. It was the usual stuff - what shes been doing at work, how the past couple weeks had been, what she was planning for the next couple - nothing earth-shattering by far. I've never had any intention of traveling to Ontario for a visit, inviting her here, or showing any interest in a relationship in any way because the distance isn't feasible and I barely know her. Yet despite this I have come to view the Commadore as a sort of "Plan B", as terrible as that sounds. It does seem as though we have a lot in common, and the notion of going out east for work/further studies and persuing a potential love interest isn't terrible assuming I don't find a special someone here worth sticking around for. (I also have doubts that any university that isn't U of L will accept me for grad studies given the sorry state of my GPA but thats a different matter entirely.)  
     
    I guess the fact that I currently have no love intrest and won't gain one working with a bunch of farm boys all summer, along with my average rate of almost asking one girl out per semester means that theres a real chance I won't find someone before my growing up plans come to fruition, and as such my brain is defaulting to plan b.
     
    Its not a great plan, but theres a real possibility it might be the best plan, and thats sad.
     
    I've even been considering telling the Commadore about my dream as a way to test the waters. I know its a bad idea but I'm not sure thats enough to stop me, so please leave a comment talking me out of it sometime before I get around to replying to her.
     
    Also, I have a concept drawing of what I thought the Commadore would look like from before I saw any pictures of her. If I remember to learn how to use the scanner I'll post that picture here. 
         
     
     
    May 26

    Its Artificially Awesome, Naturally.

    I had an orange today that tasted just like an orange popsicle, never before have I tasted a fruit that actually matched up with the candy version. I figured it was just a fact a life or a law of nature that artifical flavors were just overly sugary vauge facsimilies, but today my eyes were opened and my mind blown. It is now my mission to seek out other fruits which match their fake counterparts in flavor. This task may take a lifetime, but I don't really have anything else planned anyway.
     
    While on the topic of great acheivements, its now been over a month since I last did anything remotley productive. I haven't yet lost my mind, though I have found new creative ways to procrastinate. while I may not be putting off papers or studying I do find my self saying things like "I probably don't need to shave today, its not like I plan on leaving the house...", "I should probably email the co-op office, but maybe I'll just stumble for a couple more hours first...", and "well I haven't flossed in 4 days so one one more won't make a difference...". It seems laziness begets laziness and sitting on my ass for weeks at a time has left me too apathetic for 60 seconds of moving my fingers back and forth, or to maintain other basic hygene routines. its even gotten to the point I put off walking to the fridge. Luckily, it turns out doing nothing for long periods of time also leads to offers for employment in a feild ever so slightly related to possible future career interests. Next week I'll be doing field work at the Ag research center. I'm sure it'll be a pretty crappy job, but its full time, it'll count towards a co-op designation on my degree, and it gets my foot in the door at the research center which pretty much covers all my goals for the summer.
     
    One last thing, when you think of Alberta what comes to mind? Cowboys, oil, rampant close-minded conservitism? How about all of the province's highly trained naval regiments? Probably not, cause I'm pretty sure we have no ships sailing our seas of wheat. Yet somehow Alberta is home to the largest naval museum in the country. WTF?   
     
    navalmusuem click to enlarge.
    May 25

    My Daily Product Usage

    The picture below is a list of all the brands I used last thursday.
    Not including things like toilet seats and cutlery, just things with big 'ol noticable logos.
     
    The idea was, as all great ideas are, stolen from some random internet page.
    Click to enlarge.       
     
    daily brands part 1
     
    daily brands part 2
     
    daily brands part 3
     
    daily brands part 4
    May 06

    Alternate Paths

    I often find myself sitting in my room playing videogames (this should come as a shock to no one)

    Occasionally while this is occurring my mom will show up, glance at my stack of 45 wii/cube games, 14 ds games, and 20 gameboy games and sigh. Following this sigh is a statement that all she sees is a big stack of wasted money.

    To this claim I may have traditionally defended myself by pointing out the couple hundred dollars she would spend on cigarettes each month, however now it would have to be pointing out the couple hundred dollars spent every month on nicotine gum, which is sadly a much weaker defense.

    The truth is I've always had the perfect reply to the accusation of wasted money, but to use such a reply would only open up a much larger can o' worms.

    My iron-clad defense would be that given the amount of time I've invested in those games the costs are actually very minimal, for example I paid $50 for Skies of Arcadia, a 60 hour RPG. Therefore after one play through It only cost me 83 cents for every hour of entertainment. And since I played it twice It actually cost less than 42 cents/hour. In contrast, minigolf costs $4 for half an hours entertainment, and you spend $20 at the theater for an hour and a half of entertainment.

    The obvious flaw in my argument is the logical transition from viewing videogames as an enormous waste of money to viewing them as an enormous waste of time, and I have no argument to support a life squandered away with ferocious button mashing.

    I've begun to consider just what else I could have accomplished had I not spent any time with nintendo. With all those extra hours I could have mastered another language or two, become a culinary master, read - or even written - novels. So naturally I took to the internet in an attempt to quantify what exactly I could have done with such a surplus of time.

    Private Pilots License - minimum 40 hours flight time.
    getting one step closer to my dream of being captain of an airship for just 40 hours?!? Sold!

    Certified Nursing Assistant - 75 hour training course, no pre-reqs
    I don't really wanna assist nurses but medical skills are pretty valuable and look good on a resume.

    Microsoft Certified Technology Specialist - 3 hours
    ahh, microsoft, what high standards you hold. It would be worth 3 hours just for being able to add that title to your business cards. Nigel Stewart, B.A.Sc. Biologist; Microsoft Certified Technology Specialist.

    First Aid Certification - 15 hours.
    probably A better use of time than the certified nursing assistant course, but I'd have had time coming out the wazoo, so why not do both?

    Certified Beer Judge - ???
    I have no interest in this, but the system in place for becoming one sounds like way more fun than a lot of games I've played. You pay $50 and are entered into a huge database, everytime you judge beers you submit info about the beers, number of participants, results, ect. and then you get awarded experience points, the more points you gain the higher your rank. You start as a junior apprentice, and work your way through a couple dozen positions towards the ultimate rank of - I'm not making this up - "Level 3 GrandMaster Beer Judge", Awesome!

      
    Motorcycle Training - 8 hours
    Bicycles hate me. haven't ridden one in years, don't intend to ride one anytime soon. bicycle riding usually ends in painful injury, often times to the junk. I don't even need to be riding one, bikes just seem to have a way of seeking me out and attacking. There is no way I'm about to hop on a large combustible bike and travel at 60km/hour trough traffic. If you ever see me doing so rest assured that it is a suicide attempt. Still, upgrading my (non-existent) license for only 8 hours is appealing...

    Lifeguard - ???
    In Canada, just to become a lifeguard assistant you need to prove your skills to an approved member of some all mighty lifeguard council, however, in California you can become a fully certified lifeguard through the mail. For $40 you get an instructive DVD and a test booklet, you then send in the test along with a signed document saying you can demonstrate the skills shown on the video and you didn't cheat on the test, and then if you passed the test you get sent your certificate.  This is scary. If someone had $40 lying around and nothing better to do they could make their cat a certified lifeguard. Don't go swimming in California, Mr Fluffyboots won't save you.
    I thought California was one of the smart states, but its things like this that give me almost enough Canadian pride to counteract my Albertan shame.

    Adding up the times listed above gives 141 hours
    Adding up the times on my 4 smash bros melee saves gives more than 450 hours
    And thats only counting smash and doesn't include the many hours spent smashing at Adam's or Torbiak's.
    I could have done everything listed above 3 times for melee hours alone and still had hours to spare.

    crazy eh?

    Of course thats assuming the time spent playing videogames could be strung together in a productive way, but the truth is all those hours are down time, evening and weekend relaxation.
    Had I not spent that time controller in hand, It still would have been spent in front of a tv or a computer screen. sure I may have walked more, but I walk plenty already, or maybe I'd take up baking, but cookies aren't overly productive either.

    Theres also the distinct possibility all that time would have been used in an even less useful manner. I'm not saying I'd have turned to drugs and alcohol (though that beer judge program looks pretty sweet...) or joined a violent gang, but there is the very real chance I would have surrounded myself with an army of paper bunnies and built a large box out of k'nex that I would then sit in and watch an all day marathon of stargate on space - as a hypothetical example of the too-much-time induced crazies that totally didn't strike me Easter weekend a few years back.   

    I suppose my point is that in the week and a half since schools been done the majority of my waking hours (about 13 and a half /day) have been spent playing videogames and yes, without said games I may have been motivated to find a job and be productive, but theres just as great a chance that I wouldn't have left the house and gone completely insane from boredom.

    So cheers to videogames, without which I could be a much better or much worse person,
    but either way, a different person, which would suck, because I'm awesome as is.


     



     
    March 03

    My Fruit Chart

    Taken from XKCD, but rearranged to better suit my tastes.
     
    (click to embiggen)
    fruit chart
    January 30

    Random Thought(s) from the U (part 2)

    I hate the "@" key.
     
    I'm incapable of using it during the course of normal typing
    It always breaks the flow of my keystrokes, I just can't get it.
    "!" is fine, I can use it well, But "@" screws me up.
    Typing it twice in this post has bothered me.
     
    And who came up with the idea in the first place?
    a - t is two keystrokes, as is shift - 2
    and in pen writing drawing the circle around it takes just as long as writting a "t"
    I know we need a dedicated symbol for email directories but "@" is stupid
     
    @ and I shall never get along.
     
    Wikipedia says some guy named Ray Tomlinson started using the symbol for computer stuff back in 1972.
    I hate that guy.
    If I ever get a working time machine, he better have watched out.
     
    more classes,
     
    ttfn 

    Random Thought(s) from the U

    Can you still buy Sugar Crisp cereal?
    I haven't seen a commercial for it in years.
    I would imagine that these days having "sugar" in the name of your breakfast product is kinda like shotting yourself in the foot.
    Frosted Flakes can kinda get away with it, they put those little lables on the box that say "Source of 7 essential nutrients" and "Part of a healthy breakfast" and then maybe parents can look past it.
    But these days when asking someone what they fed there kids for breakfast, they're not going to let "Sugar" be the first word outta their mouth.
    Of course, Sugar Crisps are about as healthy as fruit loops or corn pops or rice krispies, but saying fruit, corn, or rice at least carries connotations of healthy eating. Sugar has gotta cause some sorta cognitive dissonance in the mind of the parent.
    I've wondered this for a while but I never think to check at the supermarket.
     
    either way, I hate that sugar bear and I'm glad to never see him these days.
     
    For more cereal ponderings check out The Sneeze's articles breakfast sausage and cheap-ass cereals
     
    I gotta get to class.
     
    ttfn  
    January 24

    bLOggingz iS hARd!!!1

    Between writting to the Commadore, writing on the Doompire, sitting around at the pool doodling for hours at a time, and sheer laziness all my creative juices have dried up. I've been too lazy to review bus posters or make blog entries.
     
    So I figured I'd just post the email I just wrote to the Commadore, cause it's better than nothin right?
     
    two things to note before i do:
     
    1. I used the word "stirfrys" and while I'm sure it will cause Ginger Kitten to cringe, i just couldn't bring myself to write "we ate many delious stirfry dishes", so as much as it causes me to cringe I'm gunna hafta agree with Baker, "stirfrys" (or possibly "stirfries") is perfectly acceptable.
     
    2. Spell check doesn't like the word "neuroscience", It suggests that I was trying to say "psuedoscience", this makes me laugh (at Ginger).
     
    Also, it's a long email, so you guy's (and the Commadore) better not expect anything more for the next while...
     
        

    Hey Amy,

     

    My friends birthdays were good. For one of them we ate cake and delicious stirfrys and then played board games all night, and for the other we sat around at Pizza Hut until we got into an argument about our relative body weights and had to drive to Walmart in search of a bathroom scale to settle the dispute. In case you're wondering the results were inconclusive due to poorly calibrated floor models and failed attempts at using others through their plastic packaging.

     

    This week I was slightly more productive with my breaks between classes. I can't really work in computer labs due to the distractions of the

    internet. I'll start off looking up something relevant to my studies on Wikipedia then suddenly its 4 hours latter and I'm still on Wikipedia reading about lactose intolerance or the Bermuda Triangle. Most other study places I find myself starring at a wall rather than working. It's not just that I'm lazy, but I've found that I'm somehow incapable of being productive while deadlines are far off. in the past I've kept track of how many pages of a paper I write per hour at different times approaching the due date, and theres nearly an exponential increase in productivity. Furthermore, I've had proffs comment that the end of these papers are very well done though the beginnings (For which I wasn't rushed) are somewhat weak.

     

    I am usually quite good at not procrastinating when I work in the library, however there were several occasions last semester in which I would show up at the library as they opened and not leave (aside from getting food) until they were closing, and usually this would go on for a few days in a row. and so now I can't stand that place and it is my goal to try and get through this semester without stepping foot in the library. I'm not sure if this is an attainable goal, but I'm gunna do my best to stay out as long as possible.

     

    Once again, your research sounds really cool. I'm probably gunna be working at the agriculture research center here in in Lethbridge this summer, and it will most likely involve sorting individual kernels of grain by phenotype, standing in a field, or studying cow digestion, so I'm really quite jealous of the interesting stuff you get to do. The Canadian Center for Behavioural Neuroscience is on campus here and a friend of mine is working there. He raises rats, trains them on a water table, and then dissects their brians. I'd be jealous of him too if it weren't for the part about killing the friendly little rats you've raised.

     

    I was glad to hear you're now flu-less, though I'm getting nervous about my own health. Over the past two weeks most of my friends have comedown with really sore throats, and people all around me in my classes haven't stopped coughing. Typically I'm one of the last people to come down with an illness, and it usually strikes me just when I think I might finally be safe...

     

    The coughing epidemic seems to hit U of L every year around this time. I suspect it's partially due to the fact that UHall (where most of the science classes are held) has terrible ventilation, and the air just recirculates through the rooms.

     

    I've decided living in Lethbrige has made me weak. Winters here are always very mild with it never being cold for more than a week or two before we get a chinook and the warm winds melt everything and bring temperatures to above zero. I lived in Red Deer, Alberta till I was 10, and there several straight months of -15, or -20 was the norm, and I could handle it without a second thought. But then last night I couldn't barley handle walking through half a foot of snow in -4 degrees. Whenever my tells stories of living in Sudbury and Brockville she makes winter sound like Antarctica, so I imagine my complaints sound like I'm calling an ambulance for a paper cut while you stand around with a severed arm. Nonetheless, I'm ready for January to be done.

     

    The psychology course you talked about sounded more exciting than the ones I took. A moral question I like to ask is about people trapped in

    elevators , for instance, in one elevator is an old classmate you haven't seen in a few years and in another is three strangers, you can only save one elevator, which do you chose? then I'll switch it up with something like 2 children or 7 senior citizens?, 4 bank robbers or 1 nun? 3 pregnant ladies or 3 happy couples? 1 woman or 5 chimpanzees? one child with a terminal disease or a dolphin? ect. If you ask enough of these questions you can get an odd sense of the value they place on different traits and abilities. you also sometimes get into interesting discussions about how and why dolphins are riding elevators.

     

    I've got stuff to do for school tomorrow so I should probably go now, but I hope things are going well for you.

     

    Talk to you soon,

     

    Nigel

    January 07

    Update from the U - Pushing the big red button

    Mondays are my crappy days this semester.
    I'm here from 9am till 5pm with awkward breaks between every class.
     
    for my first break, after developmental bio, I actually managed to be productive - finishing the entire assignment for the lab I'm currently waiting for, which means I'll probably be very bored during the lab.
    I'd consider skipping it, but sadly there are participation marks at stake.
     
    For my second break, after evolution, I ate a yummy square blob of seafood stuffs, a large number of limp soggy baby carrots, and a pile of iceburg lettuce pretending it was a salad. Then, rather than reading my text book as planned, I went to the pool and doodled for an hour and a half. Yup third day of classes and I'm already to lazy to be productive.
     
    Now I'm in my final break of the dayand I'm blogging - I'd say this doesn't bode well, but it's been pretty much the same every other semester.
     
    Anyway, since I gave up daily updates of this blog roughly the same time I started using Facebook, you've all probably been sparred my rantings of how much I dislike that place, and since I don't have long before lab, you'll be lucky enough to escape that fate once more. Suffice to say, It was a pretty horrible place when I got there and it's only gone downhill since. I've been meaning to delete my account for some time but now the Commadore has found me there (probably since its been a week and half and I haven't replied to her email). And if I add her as a friend there, It'll lead back here, which would be bad since theres a good four posts on the front page all about her.
     
    normally, I'd put on my frowny face delete those posts, however theres more to the problem.
    My blogging skillz clearly aren't as sharp as they used to be cause I've slipped up and allowed my mommy to find this blog aswell. As far as I know, she's only gotten through the latest batch of posts, the worst she's read then is the one in which I refer to my Aunt as a squirrel on coke.
     
    To prevent the leakage of sensitive information I found myself in the options, finger hovering over the "delete entire site" button. But as you've probably guessed, I couldn't do it.
     
    I'm not sure why.
    This blog is well past it's heyday, and I never intend to reread any of what I've written. (I've got emails I wrote in junour high saved that I've never again opened)
    But I couldn't do it.
     
    It's as if I'd somehow be failing my past selves that wrote all those entries. Like they never would have bothered if they'd known it'd all end like that, and i can't do that to those me's, I'm kinda fond of 'em.
     
    So I haven't really decided what I'm gunna do with this place. Previously I had entertaineed the notion of fixin 'er up and getting back to regular postings, and then I hafta consider wiping it off the face of the interwebs.
    As it stands I'm leaning toward saying "screw it" and not doing a damn thing.
     
    But, if you attempt to come here late one night and the HQ is nowhere to be found. You'll know why.
    And if that happens, feel free to shed a tear.
     
    ttfn
      
     
     
    January 05

    What to do on a Saturday Night

    Here is how I decided what to do tonight, colour coded for your reading pleasure.
     
    Go to Ezzies with Friends vs. Play Boardgame and Watch Movie with Family
     
    I've kinda neglected my brother and should spend some time with him
     
    I like hanging out with friends, Sarah really wants me to go
     
    I don't like Ezzies
     
    I can't complain about being single if I always avoid social events
    (it was a year ago I asked Lisa out at Ezzies)
     
    I'm kinda lazy, leaving the house takes work
     
    The boardgame looks boring, the movie just bad
     
    ...but the movie has AIRSHIPS!!!
     
    I'm definatley staying home!
     
    no matter how bad a movie looks, airships will make me want to see it.
     
    There are other seemingly trival things that hold unreasonabley large sway over my decision making process
     
    For example, Monterey Jack cheese will make me order a food no matter how terrible it sounds.
    I'd turn down a bacon chicken burger in favor of an eggplant and onion rye bread sandwich if the latter came with Monterey Jack.
     
    And other things require no thought at all, like if there is a bouncy ball machine in my presence and I have quarters in my pocket, the quarters will be replaced by bouncey balls, I have no choice in the matter.
     
    Its as if airships, bouncy balls, and Monterey Jack cheese hold a strange power over me which shuts down the logic centers of my brain (prefrontal cortex?) leaving me single minded in my pursuit of them.
     
    So when I die alone cause I never bothered to pursue a relationship at least it'll be a happy death in a pile of bouncy balls with a belly full of fine cheese. 
     
     
     
     
    December 30

    The Most Exciting Thing I've Read on the Internet

    Holy 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 - Respondance

    I'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 Contact

    After 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?