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Yes, so someone nudged me today for not updating for 4 weeks. *coughBECKYcough* So, here it is. An update.
Although, I'm counting my adding the user pic as an update because technically, it is something new. And what an icon it is, eh? Speaking of that icon, I love Escher. His art is perfect: an amalgamation of creativity, logic, and math, with a dash of philosophy even. I can't say that I like it more than Michelangelo or Da Vinci though, since they're on different planes. Hey! They're on different dimensions, and speaking of dimensions, how do you play 4-D rubix cube? I saw that on the internet today as Sarah was searching for info for her Java program. I can't even solve a 4-D one. Yes Ashley, your rubix-cube-solving directions during the summer were all for naught. I'm not sure how my mind works (although it would be interesting to find out) but I find that my thoughts are very flighty. And widespread. And disturbingly random. Eh...oh, and I'm also dyslexic, judging from how frequently I mix the order of my words when I'm talking to Becky (i.e. "pooty parper" instead of "party pooper"). That or I just get tongue-tied around her. Right Becky? Ah, so my rambles usually don't make much sense. And are very boring, make people confused, blah, blah, blah. Emily, you'll have to teach me how to write those posts that no one knows exactly what you're talking about, but the meaning is just teasingly poking along the very very very outer edges of his/her mind, resulting in some satisfyingly frustrated and curious readers--well, satisfying for the writer, in any case. Um right. So, anyone have any Mothers' Day gift ideas? I'm all out--of money and ideas. Or rather, I never had many affordable ideas in the first place. And I don't think I can make 'Get a Free Dish Wash' coupon book this is and get away with it. Oh well. Anyway, I'd better cut this short before I make you all go insane. Or suicidal. Hell, or even homicidal. Eh, I hope Becky is satisfied. And no, I did not force my spacey-ness in this post.
Hey! Philosophy is such a cool class. Today we talked about the "-ness" of things. Like a pencil isn't really a pencil until it has "pencilness" (Forslund's words, not mine). And do you know where things get their "-ness"'s from? From Greenland! Yes ladies and gents, you thought Greenland was a broke little icecap? Well, it's actually rolling in green (get it? green = money, GREENland!)... Oh dear, I'm scaring myself now. Back to my story. Yes, deep in the bowels of Greenland, there are little elves giving things their "-ness"'s. They just press a button labeled "pencil" or "car" or "human" or whatnot, and the object is given pencil-ness, or car-ness, or even human-ness! (For all you little kids out there, this is how babies are made.) After the objects are given "-ness", they are exported to wherever the label on them say they're made. Cars go to the U.S., Japan, etc. The rest go to China or Taiwan or Bangladesh or some random country. Of course, things with human-ness are given preferential treatment, since they are delivered by stork directly to the consumer from Greenland. (Another note for little kids: this is also how Santa's elves make the toys. They have a contract with Greenland elves, although I hear that that may be expiring soon.) Oops. I don't think I was supposed to tell you that. Uh oh. Don't spread that around, or the elves will come after me.
Really.
Please, I'm not insane. At least, that's what the elves deep in the bowels of Greenland tell me.
Although, I'm counting my adding the user pic as an update because technically, it is something new. And what an icon it is, eh? Speaking of that icon, I love Escher. His art is perfect: an amalgamation of creativity, logic, and math, with a dash of philosophy even. I can't say that I like it more than Michelangelo or Da Vinci though, since they're on different planes. Hey! They're on different dimensions, and speaking of dimensions, how do you play 4-D rubix cube? I saw that on the internet today as Sarah was searching for info for her Java program. I can't even solve a 4-D one. Yes Ashley, your rubix-cube-solving directions during the summer were all for naught. I'm not sure how my mind works (although it would be interesting to find out) but I find that my thoughts are very flighty. And widespread. And disturbingly random. Eh...oh, and I'm also dyslexic, judging from how frequently I mix the order of my words when I'm talking to Becky (i.e. "pooty parper" instead of "party pooper"). That or I just get tongue-tied around her. Right Becky? Ah, so my rambles usually don't make much sense. And are very boring, make people confused, blah, blah, blah. Emily, you'll have to teach me how to write those posts that no one knows exactly what you're talking about, but the meaning is just teasingly poking along the very very very outer edges of his/her mind, resulting in some satisfyingly frustrated and curious readers--well, satisfying for the writer, in any case. Um right. So, anyone have any Mothers' Day gift ideas? I'm all out--of money and ideas. Or rather, I never had many affordable ideas in the first place. And I don't think I can make 'Get a Free Dish Wash' coupon book this is and get away with it. Oh well. Anyway, I'd better cut this short before I make you all go insane. Or suicidal. Hell, or even homicidal. Eh, I hope Becky is satisfied. And no, I did not force my spacey-ness in this post.
Hey! Philosophy is such a cool class. Today we talked about the "-ness" of things. Like a pencil isn't really a pencil until it has "pencilness" (Forslund's words, not mine). And do you know where things get their "-ness"'s from? From Greenland! Yes ladies and gents, you thought Greenland was a broke little icecap? Well, it's actually rolling in green (get it? green = money, GREENland!)... Oh dear, I'm scaring myself now. Back to my story. Yes, deep in the bowels of Greenland, there are little elves giving things their "-ness"'s. They just press a button labeled "pencil" or "car" or "human" or whatnot, and the object is given pencil-ness, or car-ness, or even human-ness! (For all you little kids out there, this is how babies are made.) After the objects are given "-ness", they are exported to wherever the label on them say they're made. Cars go to the U.S., Japan, etc. The rest go to China or Taiwan or Bangladesh or some random country. Of course, things with human-ness are given preferential treatment, since they are delivered by stork directly to the consumer from Greenland. (Another note for little kids: this is also how Santa's elves make the toys. They have a contract with Greenland elves, although I hear that that may be expiring soon.) Oops. I don't think I was supposed to tell you that. Uh oh. Don't spread that around, or the elves will come after me.
Really.
Please, I'm not insane. At least, that's what the elves deep in the bowels of Greenland tell me.