Turbulent Innuendo
SONG OF NOW
And it's true we named our children after towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like Black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we're done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one n' that's why I should put you in the ground.
I've got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks.
I could say to myself I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well, I was done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circlin' round.
I didn't die and I ain't complainin'.
I ain't blamin' you.
I didn't know that the words you said to me meant more to me
than they ever could you?
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin' even had a set of rules.
We named our children after towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like Black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just dumb, dumb,
dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
Circlin' round...
~ Modest Mouse,
Black Cadillacs
GODLY
Bleedman's PPG Webmanga
It's based on cartoons, but you cant tell me to my face that its hella badass when the Powerpuff Girls, Invader Zim, Dexter, Billy And Mandy, and all of them arent in the same comic.
Blah, blah, actual blog post coming later, angsty song of day now.
HELL YES
Time for some gamer geek news. Good news for anyone planning on getting MGS3...
MGS3
Scroll down to the voice cast. Look through it. See anyone familiar in it? Yes, Dave Chappelle (THE Chappelle) is in it. o_O
It had to be said.
SONG OF NOW
Come on, my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
If i, if I’d only waited
I’d not be stuck here in this hole
Come here my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I’ve got to get out of this hole
But time is on your side
Its on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
It’s no cause for concern
Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I’m dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath
And time is on your side
Its on your side now
Not pushing you down
And all around, no
It’s no cause for concern
Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I’m on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
But it won’t change a thing
I’m sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge, tied to a noose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose.
~ Coldplay,
Amsterdam
NUM
Its really annoying trying to do things whilst listening to Coldplay, and instead of doing what youre actually supposed to do, you just sit back and listen.
Well, thats what it does to me, at least...
AND THERES THE UPDATE!
SWEET JEBUS!
Shweet. Instead of craptacular ads, Blogger gives us a shwag new searchbar at the top of our blogs to flourish around. Sweet stuff.
Oh yeah, and I changed the link for ZOMBIE*PROMENADE, for it changed to Blackmoon Tides. Yey.
AND I added the link for Apt. 604. Check it out, for the dudes that run that site (well, ran, cause now they got WEEWUNG) are the gods of art.
I'll stop procrastinating now... *continues reading Grapes O Wrath*
~mEh~
SONG OF NOW
The lights are out in the city tonight
So close your eyes, gaze up at the heavens
And see if you can point me out
If I could have one wish tonight
I'd wish upon a satellite
To bring me back to you
We spend our whole lives searching for
All the things we think we want
And never really knowing what we have
So many paths that we can take
To bring us to our destiny
Gaze up at the heavens
And see if you can point me out
If I could have one wish tonight
I'd wish upon a satellite
To bring me back to you
We spend our whole lives searching for
All the things we think we want
And never really knowing what we have
Be careful what you wish for
These stars are fading out.
Be careful what you wish for
These stars are fading out.
If I could have one wish tonight
I'd wish upon a satellite
To bring me back to you
We spend our whole lives searching for
All the things we think we want
And never really knowing what we have
If I could have one wish tonight
I'd wish upon a satellite
To bring me back to you
We spend our whole lives searching for
All the things we think we want
And never really knowing what we have
What we have...
What we have...
~ The Ataris,
The Night The Lights Went Out In NYC
BEH
Time fer a blog.
- School... bah. Same 'ol school. Realized that I hadnt posted my schedul ANYWHERE yet, so...
A DAY
Honors Algebra 2 - Kearny
Study Skills - Harvey
Honors Band - JR
Honors Spanish III - Andrews
B DAY
Honors US History - Baron
Honors Chemistry - Ligon
Honors Band - JR
AP English III - Winzeler
Blah blah, yaddah yaddah, school would be easier if I'd chosen Honors English 3 like I was going to, but eh, I read most of Huck Finn over summer, and Grapes O Wrath wasn't too TOO long (boy, was I wrong) so I stayed in AP.
- Gotta wait for meh daddeh evereh day afteh school, so meh chills with teh geeks at teh WELL everyday afteh school. So, if for some reason ye need to find me, ye shall know where to look.
- Curse you school, for screwing around with my almost daily oekaki lessons... CURSE YOU.
Not too much else to say...
~mEh~
GIGANTOMO BLOG TIME
!!WARNING: BIG POST APPROACHING!!
- Lets start with the beginning of where I left off... eh. Band camp. Twas alright. Wasnt too hectic or crazy, wasnt too hot, freshmen were tolerable (mostly,) and it was all just kinda laid back. More of a routine this year. I'm just never riding in the back of Keat's truck again. Ehh.
- What else happened... the soccer gathering on Saturday was certainly interesting. Whole bunch of new people came, including Cooper and Andrew R. and Tyler, who were actually good at soccer, unlike us other band geeks who just run around in circles. Then we played kickball for a bit, which was a new one. Then we had pizza, giant water fight, ran around with shirts off, yeah the usual.
- Later in the soccer night we all went to Patrick's lil dinner at Greenshields... honkin' good burgers there. And honkin' good (YET SWEET) cheesecake too. And lots and lots and lots and lots (and lots) of beer. And Patrick got this freakish new expensive-lookin' holographic alarm clock thing that looked rediculously pimped out.
- Then the NEXT day I drive all the way up to the good old VA for the Bob Marley concert up there. Featuring all of his sons and a few other peeps. Woke up at 4:30 (which wasnt fun considering that I went to sleep around 2:30 that morning) and drove it all the 4-hour long way up there. Chilled at my uncle's house, went to me other uncle's house, went back to the first uncle's house and went to the concert. And totally avoided any and all traffic because MapQuest gave us some random backwoods route (but hey, I'm not complaining.) Watched like 4 people get arrested before we actually got to our seats... that was interesting. Concert started out with... a rock band. A reggaeish rock band. But still a rock band. Not to discriminate, but all the white folks in the audience were like "ROCK ON" while the black folks were like "WTF..." Word to the organizers: you dont start a BOB MARLEY concert with a heavy metal rock band. With much screaming and cursing either. SO after they got off stage, Toots came on stage and the moods flipped. The black folks were like "ROCK ON" while the white folks were like "WTF...". Beh. I liked Toots better than the Marley brothers... funkified, that man is. And then the Marley brothers came up, and I couldnt hear them sing cause the frickin' audience wouldnt stop singing along. Ugh... oh well. Twas still fun. Highlights of the show though was when during Toots' last song, he brought up like 20 people from the audience, and at the end they all got to hug him or shake his hand or whatever and walk offstage. This random dude hangs around to be last off stage, and right when he's about to walk off, he takes the mic and screams "WEST VIRGINAAAAAA!!!!
WEST VIRGINAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" ... Who the fuck gives a shoutout to West Virgina... I'll never truly understand concert-goers. Eh. Yeah, and then we drove back and it took forver and then I had to go to...
- Kelly's party! Which I was horribly late for. BLEAH. Marc told me to bring DDR and the pads and the PS2... and I get there to find that they already have all of this stuff. So my bag of stuff just sits there. Beh, not much to say about it, we basically played DDR all day and got everyone addicted to it. Kelly got to break the pinata, and she nearly killed Clark in the process. Girls with long pointy sticks that are blindfolded are scary. Ate cake, played DDR, opened the presents, played DDR, attempted to lift weights, played DDR... yeah, twas packed.
SCHOOL TOMORROW. SHOOT ME NOW.
~mEh~
A PHYSICS LESSON
1. No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.
2. There are 2 billion children (persons under eighteen) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total -- 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census)rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.
3. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west(which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second -- a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
4. The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal anoint, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh -- to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison -- this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
5. 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance -- this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim)would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.
In conclusion -- If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
How awesome is that?
~mEh~