Saturday, November 5, 2011
A Toy Story
How sorry I am that they don't know how lucky they were.
See, I loved playing with these Furbies. They'd talk, weird bird nonsense phrases, mixed in with a little English. The more you talked to them, the more they'd talk back to you. They were cute. Eyes that shut and opened, mouths that shut and closed. Clicking and clacking all the way along your floor, they could even "walk" a bit, although it was more moving by motorized wheels. I was playing with them, having them talk to each other, because sometimes they'd interact with each other if you put one near another. But my mother walked into my room and told me that it was time for bed. Reluctantly, I picked the Furbies away and put them neatly in a line near the opposite wall. Then I tucked myself into bed and tried to sleep.
But later I heard something.
Something strange.
I was used to waking up in the middle of the night, to get a drink of water, to get an extra blanket, to go to the bathroom, or whatever. But this time when I woke up, I wasn't really thirsty or cold. Then I noticed a very quiet noise. A high-pitched keening and squeaking. I looked over, and saw a shadow of one of the Furbies moving. I figured I must have left that particular Furby on.
I only wish I'd remembered that Furbies were motion-sensing, and didn't turn "on" when nobody was awake in the room.
I turned over to go back to sleep, thinking I could put the sound out of my mind. And believe me, I tried. But the noise just kept getting a little louder every time I closed my eyes. What began as a simple, pathetic keening, soon crescendoed into a horrid cacophony of screeching, sounds that would remind anyone of a wild animal being disemboweled. Finally, unable to stand the sound anymore, I looked over at where the Furbies were. The offending Furby was three feet from the rest, jolting back and forward violently, as though it were having some Satanic seizure.
The very last thing I saw before ducking my head under the covers was the moonlight outside reflecting onto the Furby's glassy, cold, unseeing eyes, as its mechanical beak clicked open and shut, screeching a cry that would haunt my nightmares to this very day.
Later the next morning, I would discover that this phenomenon had all been due to the Furby's batteries dying down. Still, the noise was so great that my father personally removed all the batteries from all the Furbies by hand.
You will have read this 25 seperate times
1 WASH YOUR HANDS (best idea)
2 get to mlk buses with all food, firearms, and medical supplies
3 go to ned's neighborhood and have a gigantic sausage fest
4 fortify ned's/calvin's grandparent's house
5 we can use planes to escape quickly and avoid traffic jams if need be (BAD IDEA)
6 if we don't need to leave immediately, we hole up at ned's house (far away from most cadavers) (GOOD IDEA)
7 wait a while for people to clear out of roads
8 take mlk busses to the NORTH. we go up as far as we can, aim for vermont. They have major ports there where it would be easy to get a boat
9 find a nice island with a self-sustainable ecosystem, and live there forever
this is the exact plan that all 25 of us will follow
Plants vs Zombies
First off in the plan, it's essential to plant a good two rows of sunflowers, for they're are the foundations of any good defense. Although every plant undergoes photosynthesis, for some reason sunflowers are the only ones that generate sun energy, so they will be planted first. These courageous flowers will continually provide a steady supply of energy to fuel their comrades, all while maintaining a smile on their faces in even the gravest of hours.
Now that a reliable source of sunlight has been established, it's necessary to focus on offense. Anyone familiar with zombies know that peas to zombies are like kryptonite to superman; zombies really hate those green balls of doom. As such, it's in our best interest to invest the acquired sunlights on planting a couple rows of peashooters. Now with a hail of peas coming at them, those pesky zombies will think twice about attacking the backyard.
But as brave as our plants are, their feeble bodies can not withstand the relentless munching that will inevitably happen during a zombie invasion. But fear not, for a member of the nut family has come to our aide. Here is a being whom fears no zombies, an individual that towers above the rest, the Wall-nut. With this tough nut standing in front of the plants, no zombie will lay its teeth on our lovable plants.
Now that a basic parameter has been established, there are endless possibilities on what to do next. We could lit a tree trunk on fire and place in front of the peashooters so they would shoot flaming peas, or perhaps plant catapults that launch watermelons; zombies hate watermelons as much as peas. But whichever members of the plant family are employed, know that we will be in good hands.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The Dark
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
canned foods
bottled water
waste disposal container
blankets
clothing
heating/cooling source
toothpaste
socks
possible anecdotes for the zombie outbreak
movies
flashlights
weapons
One should always be on their toes during a zombie crisis. The person killed first in the movies is always intoxicated or unnaturally curious. If there was ever a Zombie attack, I would avoid intoxicating substances at ALL costs; I would never let my guard down. The main goal would to never leave my MSCA, but if I had to I would keep a lookout in all directions. I would NEVER leave the MSCA to investigate strange sounds.
To prepare for the unspeakable, I would obtain an array of lethal weapons. I would need at the least twenty grenades, a flame thrower, sniper rifle, ray gun, shot gun and automatic machine gun. The ray gun is the most effective of these weapons.
I have prepared a list of rules to increase survival rates:
1) DO NOT get closer than arm's length to zombies
2) Never leave the MSCA without a buddy, two weapons, flashlight and sufficient ammo
3) do not indulge in alcohol or drugs
4) NEVER attract attention to one's self
5) remain calm and check peers for infection daily
6) do NOT investigate mysterious sounds
Monday, October 31, 2011
Assignment 11: BOO
(This prompt comes from blog 6. Thank you, Ned Katz and Bram Dutch)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Environmental Protection Agency=Genocide of Jobs
That's Right. Who needs government regulations anyway. Who needs clean water and uncontaminated food? Those terrible people as the EPA. All they want to do is restrict my freedom. As far as I am concerned they are limiting my freedom to breath toxic air. How can they decide what best for the entire country. The only thing they stand for it taking a gun to the American economy and then strangling it with Garrote wire. Who needs to regulate toxins? Its not like they can kill you. I am not acquainted with the methods of nuclear engineering, but I am pretty sure that no harm can come from dumping nuclear waste into the nearby river. I am just so confused as to why we even need regulations on anything. I am not really sure what the definition of environment is, but I am sure that unlimited dissemination of nuclear waste and airborne toxins would actually have therapeutic effects on the public as a whole. So lets take down that horrible agency. Together we can bring a better tomorrow.
Laws are more like guidelines
Observations of the Nacireman Religion and it's effects on Nacireman Society
Wake N' Tweet
Here's to the Weekend!
1) Tell all of your friends you are doing one thing and then at the last minute change your mind and do something else. The key to this is to wait until the absolute last possible moment when everyone becomes irritated at you for changing plans so often. THen of course change your mind again and return to the original plan.
2) When asked "what are you doing this weekend?" by people there is no way you want to be seen in public with respond with "I'm busy". This response is a perfectly exceptable way to tell that person that "I'm too good to be seen in public with you and I do not want to hang out with you even if I'm not at all busy."
3) Make a HUGE deal about keeping the plans for the weekend a secret, let them slip, and then through a HUGE fit when everyone knows about what you told them. Don't forget to then blame someone else and consequently un-invite them.
4) The last step is to not do your homework until 9 o'clock on Sunday evening and that is when you will even look at it for the first time. DOn't try to do a little everyday or even ahead of time just wait to cram. But don't forget to compain to everyone about all the homework you have and blame the teachers for being "awful people" for assigning homework to do over a three night period.
With these guidlines I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
A Dissertation on My Consummation and Superb Lexis
See how self-important it makes the person feel in this example:
Person #1: And my mother said that the acting was so uniformacious, but which part says that to you?
How write the number two is to say that! People without refined vocabularies simply don't have enough lumifinessence to see through their durwess. In fact, if someone doesn't have a good vocabulary, don't you think they ought to be kurvized by their society! Flube? Or asbena?
With respects to the aid of others regarding work in the class of Physics
Thank you.
I can tell when the month is about to end just by counting how many people ask me for help on their web homework. Every Sunday, whenever the work is due, you all greet me with hundreds of questions such as, “How do you do number twelve?” or “I don’t get this homework. Can you teach it to me?” And I oblige you. For several hours of a Sunday, I dedicate my time to aid you in your work. I even post how one would go about solving said problems, in intricate detail so that you may learn. Sure, you probably should know how to do these, but I understand that you had more important things to do than listen to the physics teachers.
So, thank you. Thank you for requesting aid from me and giving nothing in return. I appreciate your thanks; it makes up for the hours I spend doing the work for the third and fourth time for the sole purpose of helping you. I know that you need to get a better grade in Physics, and I know that you deserve a great score on something that you didn’t have time to learn in class. It makes me happy that you'll get a better grade than me on the work, since I had to do it without anyone's help. Thank you for asking me personally to do a problem for you. It lets me train my typing skills whenever I tell you that I can’t help you on the problem, and to re-read my explanation of it. Thank you for waiting until 12:05 to start asking for help – I don’t need to sleep or work on other homework, anyways.
Thank you, again, for questioning the validity of my explanations that I’ve checked and re-checked time and time again, because you probably didn’t make a simple calculation error, while I probably messed up somewhere, even though I got the right answer on my first try. I also appreciate whenever you ask for questions that I’ve already posted; it warms my heart whenever I direct you to a post a few pages down, because I know that you are too busy to read and scroll down for a few seconds.
I realize that I may seem approving right now, but this is truly what I feel. I have no disagreement with all of you using the page, intended to help people on the harder ones, to ask for every single problem, even if you could solve it if you spent some of your precious time on such an unimportant task.
So, when I say “thank you”, I mean it.
The Gospel of Hate
I will continue blogging until I feel better.
My life sucks. My boyfriend broke up with me. I looked at his Facebook and found out he’s cheating on me with another girl from his photos. I mean she’s not even that pretty. If she was pretty, I would understand, but she’s not. I am so mad. How could he do this to me? My life is ending. He was everything to me. My life is nothing without him. I think I want him back. Now, he’s being a jerk. I can’t stand this. I’m ending it. My life sucks.
I will continue blogging about this until all of my friends understand me. I will post my complaints about my life on Facebook and Twitter just so everyone understands how much my life sucks. I have so much homework, but I never have enough time to do it. It’s probably because I’m constantly checking my Facebook and Twitter to see if the world cares about my problems. My issues are far superior to everybody else’s problems. I will tweet every three minutes because people are so interested in my life that they need to know what I’m doing every time I do something. I need to reach 1,000 tweets and get 500 followers; otherwise I won’t be popular enough. You know what I just realized? I haven’t talked to my best friends in months. I wonder why? I tried texting them the other day. I didn’t get a response. They must hate me. Now let me go tweet about it.
I got a call the other day from one of my friends. She told me that I had changed. I let social networking and technology control my life. She told me that we couldn’t be friends anymore because she couldn’t talk to me like we used to. She said I was self-centered and I was incapable of thinking of other people and trying to improve problems that are bigger than my complaints. She told me I was making myself look like a bipolar idiot. She told me to say something positive or don’t say anything at all. Let’s just say that after that, we aren’t friends. So I went to tweet and post about my friendless life. Gosh. My life sucks.
yayyyyy government!!! :)
We really are unique
Success is easy
One of the biggest rules that will help ease the workload: always procrastinate. It does wonders and gives you more free time earlier in the day or week. If you do the homework or project at the last second then you will be more focused, and there will most likely be people done with the assignment that you can ask for help and answers on. If given a long term assignment, don’t worry about it! Wait until the last week to worry. After all who wants to be stressed out for such a long period of time?
The second rule of equal importance: use your resources. Now I’m not talking about using textbooks or online sources. I’m talking about your friends! Remember if you don’t know how to do something, stop thinking. Post statuses on facebook about how you’re struggling and you need help. That way, when people log on, they will see your status and will be inclined to answer said problem. If no one answers, chat with them. If your friends are not online, text them. The key to this rule is to never give up and always keep asking your friends.
What if you still can’t get the work done on the day it’s due? Well then it’s simple. Copy off somebody! Nothing is less obvious than when every single idea (and also mistakes) is the same as the person sitting next to you. What you’ll need to practice is how to look without anyone noticing. This may include distracting the other person, yawning, or tilting your head like you are stretching your neck. Remember, this not only works for homework, but also quizzes and tests.
It’s as easy as making friends with smart people. Then all you have to do is ask them when you need to see some work. If they say no just make them feel bad and inadequate. If you use all these tips then it is guaranteed you will see your grade jump up a notch. Remember that game that you couldn’t watch or that movie that you wanted to see? Well now you can! It’s the perfect equation for success.
Its Cool Guy!
Of all the things that I love in the world, being the coolest kid in school is my specialty. It’s actually pretty easy to do as well. Just follow these steps and you will be everyone’s best friend in no time.
1. First, never be yourself. Nobody wants to talk to someone who is genuine. What a bore! The best way to do this is to put on a persona; you know, like that cool guy on Jersey Shore or something. Act like this all the time and you can be the most interesting man in the world. Nobody could resist listening to you talk about your true life experiences of doing drugs and being a man-whore.
2. Next, find a kid in school that looks down on his luck. You are going to want to be a total d-bag to him. Sounds hard, but it’s not. Just go up to him and say things like “nice glasses nerd”, or “like the shirt, loser!” But make sure you are around all of the popular kids when this is done. When you do this, they will all think that you are so “totes awes” and will immediately invite you to every party-ever. It is a win-win situation.
3. Lastly, wear short-sleeved shirts, under long-sleeved shirts, under short-sleeved shirts. This is crucial. If you’re going to act like a cool person, you need to dress like an ass. You know what they say, dress for success or prepare for failure. I find this to be one of the most effective tactics to get yourself noticed as a really cool guy.
Remember that all of these things are guaranteed to make you well known as the coolest kid in school. I did all of these things, so you should too! That or you could just be a good person and stop acting like the world revolves around you.
Time to Catch Up on Everything I've Missed Online
I Am A Girl
But there are some things you seriously need to know if you want to hang out with me:
1. If you try to institute some decent moral reasoning, I will repeatedly roll my eyes, cross my arms, and jut out my hip in a provocative fashion so I become impermeable to your words.
2. And yes, I know when I told you who I liked, that you would undoubtedly tell your best friend who always tells everyone about everything. But I’m still not going to talk to you for two months. Oh, and I’m still going to badmouth you for the next eight. But then we’ll be closer than ever. So you think, anyway.
3. But when I let slip who you liked, it seriously wasn’t my problem. It’s not like you could blame on my anyway, because I’ve been denying it since the moment it happened, and ended up blaming it on the girl that you’ve held a continuous grudge over for two years.
4. When I try to formulate an argument, I like, inject, like, some unnecessary words to like, buffer my premise because, like, I really don’t know what I’m talking about. You know?
5. I will use my PMS as an excuse to make your life miserable. But if you are ever annoyed, brusque, impudent, or any way rude, I’ll tell everyone you’re a b---.
6. If you’re a guy, I will make a scene about you looking at my chest even though I douse myself with glitter and perfume in that general region and wear particular outfits and mechanisms to enhance these features. It’s not as if you know what you’re looking at anyway. It could be 95% padding, or I’m naturally voluptuous but I’m incredibly self-conscious about it. Either way, you are going to offend me.
7. I will always deny my utter beauty and extravagance, but you must insist upon it every single day.
8. I have intense, uncontrollable hormonal fluctuations that may result in:
a. A fit of passion
b. An angry outburst
c. Uncontrollable sobbing
d. Inconsolable sadness
e. Unexpected hyperactivity
f. And/or depression
9. You must always accompany me to the bathroom because I am too scared to go myself, and I could become terribly lonely in that amount of time.
10. But all of these things are probably not worth your while, because you’re not good enough for me anyway.