Let's talk about driving. Yes, driving, something that when we are younger, we wait in great anticipation to do, and once we can drive, we HATE it. Yes, hate. Such a strong word? First of all, those SUVs--we have to hate those. Have you ever been waiting to turn at an intersection, and one of these SUVs pulls up next to you and blocks your view? And they are usually a Suburban...with one person in the car.Also, there is this simple idea behind driving: driving between this white line that we call a "shoulder" and this yellow line called a "lane marking". Apparently most Americans are blind or (well, probably AND) dumb. Driving between these lines is hard apparently. I was driving with my aunt to visit my grandfather, and this idiot lady who looked like she was sixty (Texas license plate...doesn't that say it all? George Bush country u_u) was driving on the shoulder, and in my lane. Later, her friend mister 1998 Kia Sephia from Minnesota got within six inches of the car and just about ripped off one of my side mirrors. Driving between lines is hard! Then, there is the infamous semi-truck, barreling down the road at 90 mph, with the driver (apparently) asleep at the wheel--I swerved...hard -_-
How do I do it? Well, for starters, I look at the road to see where these lines are. Then, I merely drive between them. That's all folks. Just like that and KAPOW you are driving between the lines.
I like to keep myself and my car in their current form and shape thank you!
~Mister Jackson
Remember pride? Pride in yourself, pride in your work?Recently I drove to Beckley (a nearby larger town) on an errand run. I tend to read signs along the way. You can learn a lot by reading.
For example, I learned that a convenience store in Oak Hill has different "varities" of cigarettes. On Rt. 19 at Bradley they hold an outdoor flea market on "Sadurday". And a restaurant on Robert C. Bryd Drive offers a "Burgar" Buffet.
Forget signs. A few weeks ago, a communications company, advertising for a local race track, told us about a "Late Model Sprotsman" event.
This is spelling, friends. Most of us were taught to spell in grade school. Has that changed? Or have we reached a point where getting it right is no longer important?
Do this – pay attention to the signs and advertisements. Bring the errors to the attention of the establishment or publication. Maybe if we hold the management accountable, we can start to shake off the 'hillbilly' image and, perhaps, bring back the pride.
Let's bring back the pride. (By the way, a furniture store has a "stero" stand on sale...Hurry on down.)
~Wolfsong
Time to rant!Okay...Today, kids, we're going to talk about popups...Do you know what a popup is? Yeah, yeah! Good. Popups are atrocious. They are a waste of time, energy, and the idiots who pay for them's money. Think of the cash they have to cough up for the people to put their add on their site. Then, when the bloody things pop up, it makes you not want to buy their bloody product just to spite them for making you inconvenienced. It's a waste of my time, and theirs, to force their product on me. I don't need pills to enhance parts that I don't have, I don't want to watch their webcam, and I need not apply for a mortgage. I recall one time, I was on a dictionary webpage...(if my memory serves me correctly), and when I closed the page lo and behold...about five porn ads pop up. Porn from a freaking dictionary webpage!! Just imagine if little Timmy were looking up information on his science project, and then fifty of those bloody things pop up at him. Now poor little Timmy has a corrupted mind. He'll NEVER be the same again. Poor Timmy...
That's all for today kids. Join us next week when we discuss the stupidity of America's youth, and why they try to pin their own inadequacies on the media. Is it really the media's fault that they're too stupid to distinguish between what's real, and what's fake? No.
~hota
Frenching on the lawn...-_- Spring is here! Life is skittles and life is beeeeeeeeeer,
O what a wonderful time of year!!!
*dies*
But what did I come upon as I tried to study out in the sun in the last weekend....why, humanities majors frenching on the lawns! While I sat there trying to read about Fourier series, I could hear the sound of these people smooching nearby...GET A ROOM! I was tempted to hand these lovely chaps my house key...
But let us go to the core issue here: why do all of these people have the time to french on the lawns while I study Linear Analysis during finals week????!!!
It is because they simply have no work. How is this possible? It is because they are majoring in some crap like business, International Studies (apparently the latest humanities fad...every other person I meet is an Intl studies major...-_-), or art. Notice that I excluded English. English is quite respectable in that it is a lot of work and reading. It will not, however, get you a job. Humanities doesn't require as much work as math or science, and thus the humanities ppl are frenching on the lawn experiencing the humanities while WE ARE TRYING TO STUDY. Needless to say, these people ought to be whipped or something.
The humanities are nice, but you can't get a bleeding job with a degree in Archaeology. You don't believe me? I went to Safeway after my math final, and sure enough, the checker who was bagging my groceries had graduated two years ago with an anthropology degree...I guess that he spent too much time frenching on the lawns.
Here's what I say: take o-chem :)
~Jackson Haisley
What imbecile decided to put the radio tuning on a knob right under the volume knob?Needless to say, I accidentally grabbed the volume knob and prepared to go from 94.5 to 104.5: a big jump. So my volume blasted me out of the car. I promise it took me a good five minutes to get my heart to stop racing. *rages on*
And whatever happened to quality fanfiction? Okay, that may seem like an oxymoron, but I assure you that it's not. I strive to give you quality work. My sweat, blood, and tears are poured into that crap I write. Is it just too much to think that other people should do the same? The last one I stumbled upon was a Weiß Kreuz fic. And a bad one at that. The fic went something like this:
Youji: [thinking] You know, I think I love Aya even though he's a cold-hearted bastard. Let's tell him!
Youji: *comes up to Aya* Aya, I love you even though you have a heart of ice.
Aya: *gets all teary-eyed after a few seconds* I love you too! Let's go make like deprived bunnies!
Youji: Yes! *goes off to screw Aya*
*whacks forehead* And my version was more eloquent and has better spelling and grammar. ¬_¬; Ung...
Oh, a guest ranter will be posting in a few minutes. If you want to comment on his rant, you'll have to email it to me and I'll get it to him, I promise.Thankies!
Kurai was captured at 15:45.
I made this layout as well as my blog's layout. ^.^ Aren't you proud? (Didn't think so.) I know it's probably a little weirder than what you're used to, but get over it. ¬_¬;Anyway, I got the image from boyis. The tutorial I used to help me learn to make div layer designs is from Komet Tails Designs.
I'm going to try to move the old page to geocities. (you'll have to put up with the pop-ups of doom! Ha-ha!) No promises though. I guess I'll keep it on this server for now though, but I won't have a link up to it unless someone asks. (No one comes here anyway, so why should I bother?)
Have fun, minna-san.
Kurai was captured at 22:10.