Sunday, September 20, 2009
peace.
Spent a lot of time writing and thinking (same thing). I concluded that my life could not progress any further on the rickety precepts that functioned as crutches for so many years. I wallowed in despair and hopelessness until I discovered that this is not a terminus, but a transition. Where I once saw the end, I now see the beginning. A burden has been lifted. I can do anything, and I will.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Common Errors in English - A great website.
There aren't many great websites around anymore, so when I find one I am going to post it. I think I posted one about yeast infections around New Years. But this one is more... universal.
This website is of Common Errors in English. Drank vs. Drunk, exceptional vs. exceptionable, hyphens & dashes... it's an INSANELY awesome collection of grammatical rules and tips...
There are plenty of grammatical rules that most people don't follow anymore, techniques which, when used, can make the writer seem outdated or naïve.
This is where the tips come in handy: learn what's PROPER vs. what flows better.
Anyway, great site, clearly I still need to read a lot more of it.
One of the few sites that isn't all modernized and slicked over and it's more about content than design, which is good. Design is nothing without content.
Finally, here you go.
Common Errors in English
This website is of Common Errors in English. Drank vs. Drunk, exceptional vs. exceptionable, hyphens & dashes... it's an INSANELY awesome collection of grammatical rules and tips...
There are plenty of grammatical rules that most people don't follow anymore, techniques which, when used, can make the writer seem outdated or naïve.
This is where the tips come in handy: learn what's PROPER vs. what flows better.
Anyway, great site, clearly I still need to read a lot more of it.
One of the few sites that isn't all modernized and slicked over and it's more about content than design, which is good. Design is nothing without content.
Finally, here you go.
Common Errors in English
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Liar extraordinaire: Michael Palmer/Gonzo Palmer/Michael Marcum/Michael Markham
5/13/12: Commenting has been disabled for now. I will consider turning it on later, but for now a few people (well, those on michael's side) should probably cool off and re-evaluate their positions. Whether or not there is any conviction of rape, would you really want to spend time with someone who has been accused of it by so many people? Not to mention someone who just got out of prison... Ladies, find someone worth your time. If you do spend time with Michael, do not give him any personal information or access to ANYTHING you care about. I understand that people need to make their own mistakes to learn, but please, think hard on this. Regarding Michael's "apology" to me - there was none. he wants this blog down because it is effectively scaring away a lot of his potential prey. I'm keeping the post up because I WANT people who are suspicious to see that they're right to have doubts about this person. Nevertheless, I do hope justice comes to this worm sooner rather than later.
Michael Palmer, the definition of pathology.
This is the letter I wrote to Michael's goddaughter in response to her question of "What happened?"
On Tuesday July 21, Michael told me that he had tickets to go see Marilyn Manson and Slayer in Atlanta. Tickets AND Backstage Passes. I'm not a huge Slayer fan, but I love Manson so I thought this sounded cool. The thing was, since Michael apparently had a DUI a couple years ago, he doesn't drive, and doesn't have a car. So he'd kind of be using me to drive him to Atlanta, while I'd be "using" him to go see this show.
I went to Atlanta with Michael on the condition that he would be paying for the trip in exchange for my driving. He told me he would pay for the gas, for the hotel, the meals, and entertainment, and promised me he wouldn't fall asleep when I was driving - that's my biggest pet peeve, if I'm taking a road trip with someone and I'll be the one doing all the driving, the least they can do is stay awake and keep me company.
20 minutes after I picked him up, we stopped for gas and Michael told me he realized he had left his credit card back at his house.
I said that we should go back and get it, since he had no other money (though this part he lied about... at that point he said he DID have some cash, later on he said he DIDN'T, then went back to saying he DID...) BUT he refused, saying that we would stop at a bank before leaving Tennessee and he would get money using his bank card.
Later when I asked him where we should stop, he said we would try a bank when we got to Atlanta.
I ended up paying for all the gas for the way there, which was not supposed to happen.
When we got there, we went to the hotel he had booked, I waited in the car, and he went to check in. He said that they would not let him stay since he didn't have his credit card with him, though they had all the information on file. He told me that he cursed at the hotel manager and told him to "fuck his mother, and that if she was dead he should go dig her up and skull fuck her." Needless to say, at this point there was absolutely no way they would ever let us in.
Then, Michael told me we would go to the Omni hotel, since somehow he had some free nights there. Originally he said he talked to them on the phone and we would need a credit card to secure the room, and I offered to let them use mine as long as nothing was going to be charged.
When we made it to the Omni, they told us they would have to charge my card and that when Michael mailed them the letter saying that he had free nights there (which he said was back at his house in Knoxville) they would refund the card. Michael said "Don't worry, we can go to a bank right after this and I'll get you the cash."
On those terms, I agreed to let Michael "borrow" the money for the hotel room - which was over $230.
Of course later that evening he never went to a bank. The next day he lied to me and said he had tried using an ATM at the hotel lobby to get cash, but when I spoke to the people at the front desk they told me there was no ATM there.
Later that night Michael had me run errands for him, buying him cigarettes and beer- promising me that first thing in the morning he would pay me back, he was going to have his agent wire him the money through Western Union.
The following morning, Michael got mad at another girl who was staying with us (Leigh) for not "cuddling" with him when he was cold, so he called her a "hateful psychotic bitch" and told her to leave. I told her I would drive her back to her house, and asked Michael for the valet ticket for MY car, but he refused to give it to me and said "that bitch can walk home". I felt horrible, and was truly afraid because Michael had gotten so angry and mean for almost no reason.
That morning he said we would go get breakfast around 8 but he never got his act together and got ready. He also called his agent around 8:30 and asked her to wire him the money, and told me that we would get it before we went to eat. All that morning I just did the crossword puzzle and heard him make jokes about fucking my mom, and telling me to suck his dick (which I had already told him I was not going to do). Eventually I forced him to get his stuff together by 11:45 because check-out time was noon, and I did NOT want to pay for another night at the hotel - after he'd broken so many promises I didn't want to take any chances and end up losing ANOTHER $230.
We checked out and were going to get the car when Michael noticed his ipod was missing. He said he'd run back to the room and get it - this was 11:55 AM - and be back in 5 minutes. After waiting in my car for half an hour, he called and said he couldn't find it, could I check my bags for it, etc. I looked thoroughly, called him back, and told him I didn't have it. At around 1 he called and said he was really angry and was going to call the police, though he didn't know if maybe Leigh had taken it. At 1:30, he called and said Leigh had agreed to take a polygraph so he really believed she hadn't taken it. At 1:45 I called him and told him that I had been waiting in my car in this garage (which is supposed to be valet, for pick ups and drop offs only) for almost 2 hours, and that I was going to have to move the car. He said he was going to call the police and file a report, and I told him to call me whenever that was over with.
So, after 2 hours of waiting in my car I finally left and went to get my "breakfast" at 2 pm. I was going to try and check out the area and was driving around until 2:45 when Michael called me. He said the police wanted to know if I would take a polygraph, even though he "knew I didn't take the iPod" and that I "would have no reason to take it" since I "drove him down there" and "had my own damn ipod". I said "Of course I'd take one, if they really want me to," and then I could hear him cursing at the police over the phone and he hung up. He called me back in 10 minutes and told me to come pick him up, which I did. He said there was absolutely no success with the police (which I had expected) and that we were going to his friend's hotel which was on this one road. He told me he knew exactly where it was and would point it out to me. Unfortunately, he kept falling asleep while I was driving and he didn't know where it was - and neither did anyone we asked on the street.
Finally, after an hour of driving around I said "Do you want to go back to Knoxville?" He didn't give me an answer, just said "The show is tonight... why, do you want to go back?" and I said "Yes, I'm really not having any fun, and you told me you would get me money over 24 hours ago but that was a lie, and you've been really mean all day" and he said "Well I'm sorry but I couldn't have foreseen that my iPod would go missing on me." and I said "I know, I understand that, but you're angry and you're taking it out on me, and I have been sitting around all day waiting to do something, ANYTHING, even spent almost 4 hours in my car just waiting for YOU and now you don't even know where we're going." Then I said "Would you mind just getting me the money like you promised you would and then I could go back? I mean, couldn't you take a bus back to Knoxville tomorrow or something?" He said "Yeah, ok." and hardly anything else.
He called his agent and she apparently told him where she had sent the money to, so we spent another half hour trying to find Peachtree center. Then at around 4 Michael pointed to a place up ahead and said "that's it, that's where the western union is, park the car over here and wait for me." I didn't see any sign that said Peachtree Center or Western Union, but like a fool, I believed him. He got his bag out and I said "Why don't you leave that in the car, then I can drop you off somewhere after you get back?" and he said "No, I'll need to show them my identification." I was a little suspicious, but I said "Okay."
After 15 minutes I looked on my iPhone for Peachtree Center and found it was 2 miles away from where I was then, and where I had dropped Michael off. I looked up Western Union as well, and yes, it was in Peachtree center - two miles away. I called Michael and he didn't answer his phone, I waited 10 minutes and called again. He didn't answer, so I left a message saying "Listen, I know there's no Western Union where I dropped you off, and I know that Peachtree center is 2 miles away. I understand if you want to ditch me, but I'd appreciate you actually telling me straight out instead of lying. If you want a ride to the real Peachtree center, I'll wait around here for another 15 minutes, or you can call me, but if I don't hear from you I'm just going to have to go."
He didn't call. I waited in the car for another half an hour but realized that he HAD ditched me.
Then today (Sunday) he sent me a text message that said "I know you got my Ipod. The best thing you can do is stay the fuck away from me."
I replied "I swear to Christ that I didn't take your iPod. The best thing you can do is pay me back the money you owe me." He didn't respond.
Not counting the gas for the return trip, Michael promised to pay me back over $277.
If Michael had done the honest thing, gone to the REAL western union and gotten me the money, I might have been willing to stay in atlanta at least for the night so he could see the show, and then take him back late that evening or the next day. However, he lied to me and ditched me, and didn't even give me the opportunity to change my mind.
Even if he had said "You know what, I can't get the money right now, I'll pay you back next week in Knoxville" I might have been OK with it, but it's just the fact that he lied to me constantly that made me realize I had to leave.
I found out that Palmer isn't even his real last name, and he was trying to keep it a secret from Leigh and me. His last name is Markham or Marcum, and now he's trying to go as Gonzo Palmer, probably because he knows that everyone who knows him as Michael Palmer knows he's a liar.
I didn't want to leave him, and I didn't - he left me. I would have given him a ride back if he had just paid me the money he promised or if he had told the truth for once, but he chose to lie.
If you talk to him, tell him I'm sorry he couldn't get a bus back, if I had known he didn't have ANY access to money (he lied and told me he did) I wouldn't have let him leave. But I left thinking "well, he's got the $277 he stole from me and more coming from his agent, that should be enough to get him through another night."
He really just needs to learn that his lying is what got him in trouble with everything. If he had told the truth we all would have had a great trip.
---This is the majority of the message I sent to his Goddaughter. She messaged me back telling me that he had also lied to her, and if she talked to him she would ask him to return my money, but she didn't want to deal with his lies anymore... which I found to be very sad. I mean, I had heard Michael claim to love his goddaughter, and now apparently he had lied to her and greatly hurt her mother. How terrible.
And now, the story continues... he's trying to go by a different name - "Gonzo Palmer" and we CAN'T let it happen again. Apparently he's trying to run the same scam again, get a ride to some show with someone on facebook and probably fuck her over the same way he did me... So, if you live in Knoxville or Atlanta or anywhere and you're contacted by this bald guy who looks like a sociopath, take caution: he IS a sociopath. Watch out, or he will take advantage of you too.
I am not the first person who has been taken in by him. I will link to Patrick Christian's story about the whole Les Claypool fake interview fiasco that Michael screwed The JustUs Leeg over with.
Michael Palmer, the definition of pathology.
This is the letter I wrote to Michael's goddaughter in response to her question of "What happened?"
On Tuesday July 21, Michael told me that he had tickets to go see Marilyn Manson and Slayer in Atlanta. Tickets AND Backstage Passes. I'm not a huge Slayer fan, but I love Manson so I thought this sounded cool. The thing was, since Michael apparently had a DUI a couple years ago, he doesn't drive, and doesn't have a car. So he'd kind of be using me to drive him to Atlanta, while I'd be "using" him to go see this show.
I went to Atlanta with Michael on the condition that he would be paying for the trip in exchange for my driving. He told me he would pay for the gas, for the hotel, the meals, and entertainment, and promised me he wouldn't fall asleep when I was driving - that's my biggest pet peeve, if I'm taking a road trip with someone and I'll be the one doing all the driving, the least they can do is stay awake and keep me company.
20 minutes after I picked him up, we stopped for gas and Michael told me he realized he had left his credit card back at his house.
I said that we should go back and get it, since he had no other money (though this part he lied about... at that point he said he DID have some cash, later on he said he DIDN'T, then went back to saying he DID...) BUT he refused, saying that we would stop at a bank before leaving Tennessee and he would get money using his bank card.
Later when I asked him where we should stop, he said we would try a bank when we got to Atlanta.
I ended up paying for all the gas for the way there, which was not supposed to happen.
When we got there, we went to the hotel he had booked, I waited in the car, and he went to check in. He said that they would not let him stay since he didn't have his credit card with him, though they had all the information on file. He told me that he cursed at the hotel manager and told him to "fuck his mother, and that if she was dead he should go dig her up and skull fuck her." Needless to say, at this point there was absolutely no way they would ever let us in.
Then, Michael told me we would go to the Omni hotel, since somehow he had some free nights there. Originally he said he talked to them on the phone and we would need a credit card to secure the room, and I offered to let them use mine as long as nothing was going to be charged.
When we made it to the Omni, they told us they would have to charge my card and that when Michael mailed them the letter saying that he had free nights there (which he said was back at his house in Knoxville) they would refund the card. Michael said "Don't worry, we can go to a bank right after this and I'll get you the cash."
On those terms, I agreed to let Michael "borrow" the money for the hotel room - which was over $230.
Of course later that evening he never went to a bank. The next day he lied to me and said he had tried using an ATM at the hotel lobby to get cash, but when I spoke to the people at the front desk they told me there was no ATM there.
Later that night Michael had me run errands for him, buying him cigarettes and beer- promising me that first thing in the morning he would pay me back, he was going to have his agent wire him the money through Western Union.
The following morning, Michael got mad at another girl who was staying with us (Leigh) for not "cuddling" with him when he was cold, so he called her a "hateful psychotic bitch" and told her to leave. I told her I would drive her back to her house, and asked Michael for the valet ticket for MY car, but he refused to give it to me and said "that bitch can walk home". I felt horrible, and was truly afraid because Michael had gotten so angry and mean for almost no reason.
That morning he said we would go get breakfast around 8 but he never got his act together and got ready. He also called his agent around 8:30 and asked her to wire him the money, and told me that we would get it before we went to eat. All that morning I just did the crossword puzzle and heard him make jokes about fucking my mom, and telling me to suck his dick (which I had already told him I was not going to do). Eventually I forced him to get his stuff together by 11:45 because check-out time was noon, and I did NOT want to pay for another night at the hotel - after he'd broken so many promises I didn't want to take any chances and end up losing ANOTHER $230.
We checked out and were going to get the car when Michael noticed his ipod was missing. He said he'd run back to the room and get it - this was 11:55 AM - and be back in 5 minutes. After waiting in my car for half an hour, he called and said he couldn't find it, could I check my bags for it, etc. I looked thoroughly, called him back, and told him I didn't have it. At around 1 he called and said he was really angry and was going to call the police, though he didn't know if maybe Leigh had taken it. At 1:30, he called and said Leigh had agreed to take a polygraph so he really believed she hadn't taken it. At 1:45 I called him and told him that I had been waiting in my car in this garage (which is supposed to be valet, for pick ups and drop offs only) for almost 2 hours, and that I was going to have to move the car. He said he was going to call the police and file a report, and I told him to call me whenever that was over with.
So, after 2 hours of waiting in my car I finally left and went to get my "breakfast" at 2 pm. I was going to try and check out the area and was driving around until 2:45 when Michael called me. He said the police wanted to know if I would take a polygraph, even though he "knew I didn't take the iPod" and that I "would have no reason to take it" since I "drove him down there" and "had my own damn ipod". I said "Of course I'd take one, if they really want me to," and then I could hear him cursing at the police over the phone and he hung up. He called me back in 10 minutes and told me to come pick him up, which I did. He said there was absolutely no success with the police (which I had expected) and that we were going to his friend's hotel which was on this one road. He told me he knew exactly where it was and would point it out to me. Unfortunately, he kept falling asleep while I was driving and he didn't know where it was - and neither did anyone we asked on the street.
Finally, after an hour of driving around I said "Do you want to go back to Knoxville?" He didn't give me an answer, just said "The show is tonight... why, do you want to go back?" and I said "Yes, I'm really not having any fun, and you told me you would get me money over 24 hours ago but that was a lie, and you've been really mean all day" and he said "Well I'm sorry but I couldn't have foreseen that my iPod would go missing on me." and I said "I know, I understand that, but you're angry and you're taking it out on me, and I have been sitting around all day waiting to do something, ANYTHING, even spent almost 4 hours in my car just waiting for YOU and now you don't even know where we're going." Then I said "Would you mind just getting me the money like you promised you would and then I could go back? I mean, couldn't you take a bus back to Knoxville tomorrow or something?" He said "Yeah, ok." and hardly anything else.
He called his agent and she apparently told him where she had sent the money to, so we spent another half hour trying to find Peachtree center. Then at around 4 Michael pointed to a place up ahead and said "that's it, that's where the western union is, park the car over here and wait for me." I didn't see any sign that said Peachtree Center or Western Union, but like a fool, I believed him. He got his bag out and I said "Why don't you leave that in the car, then I can drop you off somewhere after you get back?" and he said "No, I'll need to show them my identification." I was a little suspicious, but I said "Okay."
After 15 minutes I looked on my iPhone for Peachtree Center and found it was 2 miles away from where I was then, and where I had dropped Michael off. I looked up Western Union as well, and yes, it was in Peachtree center - two miles away. I called Michael and he didn't answer his phone, I waited 10 minutes and called again. He didn't answer, so I left a message saying "Listen, I know there's no Western Union where I dropped you off, and I know that Peachtree center is 2 miles away. I understand if you want to ditch me, but I'd appreciate you actually telling me straight out instead of lying. If you want a ride to the real Peachtree center, I'll wait around here for another 15 minutes, or you can call me, but if I don't hear from you I'm just going to have to go."
He didn't call. I waited in the car for another half an hour but realized that he HAD ditched me.
Then today (Sunday) he sent me a text message that said "I know you got my Ipod. The best thing you can do is stay the fuck away from me."
I replied "I swear to Christ that I didn't take your iPod. The best thing you can do is pay me back the money you owe me." He didn't respond.
Not counting the gas for the return trip, Michael promised to pay me back over $277.
If Michael had done the honest thing, gone to the REAL western union and gotten me the money, I might have been willing to stay in atlanta at least for the night so he could see the show, and then take him back late that evening or the next day. However, he lied to me and ditched me, and didn't even give me the opportunity to change my mind.
Even if he had said "You know what, I can't get the money right now, I'll pay you back next week in Knoxville" I might have been OK with it, but it's just the fact that he lied to me constantly that made me realize I had to leave.
I found out that Palmer isn't even his real last name, and he was trying to keep it a secret from Leigh and me. His last name is Markham or Marcum, and now he's trying to go as Gonzo Palmer, probably because he knows that everyone who knows him as Michael Palmer knows he's a liar.
I didn't want to leave him, and I didn't - he left me. I would have given him a ride back if he had just paid me the money he promised or if he had told the truth for once, but he chose to lie.
If you talk to him, tell him I'm sorry he couldn't get a bus back, if I had known he didn't have ANY access to money (he lied and told me he did) I wouldn't have let him leave. But I left thinking "well, he's got the $277 he stole from me and more coming from his agent, that should be enough to get him through another night."
He really just needs to learn that his lying is what got him in trouble with everything. If he had told the truth we all would have had a great trip.
---This is the majority of the message I sent to his Goddaughter. She messaged me back telling me that he had also lied to her, and if she talked to him she would ask him to return my money, but she didn't want to deal with his lies anymore... which I found to be very sad. I mean, I had heard Michael claim to love his goddaughter, and now apparently he had lied to her and greatly hurt her mother. How terrible.
And now, the story continues... he's trying to go by a different name - "Gonzo Palmer" and we CAN'T let it happen again. Apparently he's trying to run the same scam again, get a ride to some show with someone on facebook and probably fuck her over the same way he did me... So, if you live in Knoxville or Atlanta or anywhere and you're contacted by this bald guy who looks like a sociopath, take caution: he IS a sociopath. Watch out, or he will take advantage of you too.
I am not the first person who has been taken in by him. I will link to Patrick Christian's story about the whole Les Claypool fake interview fiasco that Michael screwed The JustUs Leeg over with.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Dead bodies & art.
I'm not a big person for posting links, but right now I am just fascinated.
I mean there is so much art done with corpses these days that it's not really all that shocking anymore.
see: Ferrarri Forever - "Marco Evaristti is searching for a person on the verge of death, who wants to donate his body..." to be placed in an awesome Ferrari as 'art'!
It's funny, though, because I have always said that I would like to donate my body to art after I die. Art, then cannibalism, then science, in that order. But only art in a public sense - in a gallery at least for a while and if it does end up in someone's private collection, i would like there to be high resolution prints of it available online, no matter what.
At first my thought is "I'm not sure if I would want my name associated with it, though, what if it made me look bad?" Then I realize "Wait, I'd be dead, why would I care if I looked bad?" I don't know. I guess most bodies that are donated are donated anonymously.
Speaking of donating bodies... I was very shocked to hear about this almost 6 months after moving here. Just because I am weird and interested in this kind of thing but didn't know about it at all...
I drive Alcoa highway pretty much any time I go out. I know exactly where that is. Unfortunately, Google's satellite image isn't very revealing, but still, crazy, right?
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Anyway, I would love to go visit there but it's closed to the public. Maybe it's time to start studying anthropology?
Also, here is a set of much closer-up photos, but all you can see is the fence.
Hmm, where was I?
Well, I was talking about dead bodies & art. Unfortunately I don't think many of the bodies at the "body farm" are taking part in any artwork of any kind.
So. Anyway, one thing I stumbled across (when reading about the Ferrari thing above) was Honoré Fragonard, who was an anatomist in the late 1700s. (See? I didn't even wikipedia link it, because the wikipedia article isn't actually very good)
I guess some of his écorchés or "flayed figures" (though I think the literal translation of écorché is "scorched" - ok, i looked it up and the answer is "skinned" but I can see how "scorched" is similar. A neat trick with French words is if they start with "é" that "é" can sometimes be changed for an "s" to create a cognate. "étudier" for example, is the verb for "to study", "épine" is the word for "needle" -like spine, get it?-, "école" means "school" ... so if you are ever confused in French and can't look it up, try that trick. It doesn't always yield the answer, but it does sometimes and it can help. Another useful trick is that the circumflex (^) often goes over a vowel where the S afterward has been removed. "pâtes" is "pasta", "hôpital" is "hospital", "île" is "isle", "fête" is "festival" etc.)
Ahem.
Anyway. It makes sense that the word for "skinned" would be similar to "scorched", I don't know though, I often try to make connections when there really are none.
What's cool about this Fragonard guy is his stuff really did leave the realm of educational or scientific and has crossed far over into art. Amazingly, the museum that has his stuff doesn't have very many good photos of it on their website, but I found a photographer's website which has some very nice photos.
Warning: You may find the image below offensive.
Click here to see the full series.
My favorite piece by far is "Man with a Mandible," which I will link to after the description.
Just because the description is so... I don't know, exciting.
Click here to see "Man with a Mandible".
I guess it's just part of that whole incredulity I have with death, because these bodies are so ... energetic, it's just almost impossible to believe that there's no life within.
And to think about the guy that put that together, an anatomist being inspired by the bible, it's just awesome. And I don't mean awesome as in "bill-and-ted" awesome, but as in awe-inspiring. I don't know.
I just think of this guy and maybe the life he was living and how it came to be that he chose to do that pose. He had to put bodies together somehow and maybe he was complaining to his mom or something, "I just don't know how to pose them," and then she says "Well, why don't you look in the bible for inspiration?" And he did, it's perfect. Just perfect! This nerdy guy and his mom gives him the idea for it!
OK, well I don't know if that really happened, but this is the kind of thing my imagination takes and runs wild with.
Also, see the movie "Anatomy" with Franka Potente (trailer here). I am linking to the German trailer because the English language trailer sucks a lot. Walmart used to sell this movie for $5.50 and it's definitely been one of their better deals. Most of the DVDs in those huge bins suck, but this one is great - however, I don't think they still sell it there, I think I bought it about 5 years ago. Anyway, it's all the "plastination" stuff where all the water is sucked out of the body and replaced with plastic so it doesn't decay... like that "Bodies" exhibit that everyone in the world has seen but me. And I lived in New York while it was there, what is wrong with me?
I guess it's in Atlanta until January, that would be a reason to go see it.
Hmm.
Anyway, I don't really have much to say right now. Just saw some stuff that I thought was interesting. Am moving soon, which is going to be exciting. I just can't wait to get out of Maryville. It's a cute town and all, but all I ever do is drive to and from Knoxville all the time. Oy.
So that's it for now.
See you all later.
I mean there is so much art done with corpses these days that it's not really all that shocking anymore.
see: Ferrarri Forever - "Marco Evaristti is searching for a person on the verge of death, who wants to donate his body..." to be placed in an awesome Ferrari as 'art'!
It's funny, though, because I have always said that I would like to donate my body to art after I die. Art, then cannibalism, then science, in that order. But only art in a public sense - in a gallery at least for a while and if it does end up in someone's private collection, i would like there to be high resolution prints of it available online, no matter what.
At first my thought is "I'm not sure if I would want my name associated with it, though, what if it made me look bad?" Then I realize "Wait, I'd be dead, why would I care if I looked bad?" I don't know. I guess most bodies that are donated are donated anonymously.
Speaking of donating bodies... I was very shocked to hear about this almost 6 months after moving here. Just because I am weird and interested in this kind of thing but didn't know about it at all...
The original "Body Farm" (started by William Bass) is the University of Tennessee Anthropological Research Facility located a few miles from downtown off of Alcoa Highway in Knoxville, Tennessee.
I drive Alcoa highway pretty much any time I go out. I know exactly where that is. Unfortunately, Google's satellite image isn't very revealing, but still, crazy, right?
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Anyway, I would love to go visit there but it's closed to the public. Maybe it's time to start studying anthropology?
I guess this is a photo of the body farm in winter, when you can at least kind of make out some of the structure of the place.
Also, here is a set of much closer-up photos, but all you can see is the fence.
Hmm, where was I?
Well, I was talking about dead bodies & art. Unfortunately I don't think many of the bodies at the "body farm" are taking part in any artwork of any kind.
So. Anyway, one thing I stumbled across (when reading about the Ferrari thing above) was Honoré Fragonard, who was an anatomist in the late 1700s. (See? I didn't even wikipedia link it, because the wikipedia article isn't actually very good)
I guess some of his écorchés or "flayed figures" (though I think the literal translation of écorché is "scorched" - ok, i looked it up and the answer is "skinned" but I can see how "scorched" is similar. A neat trick with French words is if they start with "é" that "é" can sometimes be changed for an "s" to create a cognate. "étudier" for example, is the verb for "to study", "épine" is the word for "needle" -like spine, get it?-, "école" means "school" ... so if you are ever confused in French and can't look it up, try that trick. It doesn't always yield the answer, but it does sometimes and it can help. Another useful trick is that the circumflex (^) often goes over a vowel where the S afterward has been removed. "pâtes" is "pasta", "hôpital" is "hospital", "île" is "isle", "fête" is "festival" etc.)
Ahem.
Anyway. It makes sense that the word for "skinned" would be similar to "scorched", I don't know though, I often try to make connections when there really are none.
What's cool about this Fragonard guy is his stuff really did leave the realm of educational or scientific and has crossed far over into art. Amazingly, the museum that has his stuff doesn't have very many good photos of it on their website, but I found a photographer's website which has some very nice photos.
Warning: You may find the image below offensive.
Click here to see the full series.
My favorite piece by far is "Man with a Mandible," which I will link to after the description.
Just because the description is so... I don't know, exciting.
This tall écorché was inspired by Samson knocking the Philistines down, using a donkey jaw. The work carries extreme violence : his arm brandishes the threatening mandible, his lips are tense, his look is deviated, his injected penis is obscenely taut. Fragonard went as far as twisting his ears and lips, and deep-setting his nose to give him an aggressive grin.
Click here to see "Man with a Mandible".
I guess it's just part of that whole incredulity I have with death, because these bodies are so ... energetic, it's just almost impossible to believe that there's no life within.
And to think about the guy that put that together, an anatomist being inspired by the bible, it's just awesome. And I don't mean awesome as in "bill-and-ted" awesome, but as in awe-inspiring. I don't know.
I just think of this guy and maybe the life he was living and how it came to be that he chose to do that pose. He had to put bodies together somehow and maybe he was complaining to his mom or something, "I just don't know how to pose them," and then she says "Well, why don't you look in the bible for inspiration?" And he did, it's perfect. Just perfect! This nerdy guy and his mom gives him the idea for it!
OK, well I don't know if that really happened, but this is the kind of thing my imagination takes and runs wild with.
Also, see the movie "Anatomy" with Franka Potente (trailer here). I am linking to the German trailer because the English language trailer sucks a lot. Walmart used to sell this movie for $5.50 and it's definitely been one of their better deals. Most of the DVDs in those huge bins suck, but this one is great - however, I don't think they still sell it there, I think I bought it about 5 years ago. Anyway, it's all the "plastination" stuff where all the water is sucked out of the body and replaced with plastic so it doesn't decay... like that "Bodies" exhibit that everyone in the world has seen but me. And I lived in New York while it was there, what is wrong with me?
I guess it's in Atlanta until January, that would be a reason to go see it.
Hmm.
Anyway, I don't really have much to say right now. Just saw some stuff that I thought was interesting. Am moving soon, which is going to be exciting. I just can't wait to get out of Maryville. It's a cute town and all, but all I ever do is drive to and from Knoxville all the time. Oy.
So that's it for now.
See you all later.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Billy Mays
So Billy Mays died this weekend, and it really upset me. I don't know how to explain it, and I'm not sure if I even want to, because when I tell people I loved him, their initial reaction is "lol wtf?" and when I explain further the reaction seems to be "Wow you're weird."
Anyway here's the post I left in the Billy Mays Fansite Guestbook.
Anyway here's the post I left in the Billy Mays Fansite Guestbook.
I am shocked and truly saddened by the death of Billy Mays. I have always "loved" him and felt connected to him in some strange way, I can't explain it ...
It's just that he was so full of life and enthusiasm, and he really believed in everything he was selling. I have worked in sales off and on and Billy has always been my inspiration... Not just in work, but in life as well. Always be there, always be smiling, always give 200%. Thumbs up, and believe in what you're doing.
It's so horrible to think that a man who was so exuberant and vivacious is now lifeless... I can't imagine the pain his loved ones must be going through, as I never even met him but am still incredibly upset by his death. I wish those who loved him and were close to him the best, as well as those who loved him from afar like myself. I hope everyone can take with them the lessons Billy's taught about sheer joy and enthusiasm, in work and in life. I know I will.
Rest In Peace, Billy. You are in my heart now and will be forever. You (and not your products) have truly made a positive impact on my life and the way I live it.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Nova - Hunting the Hidden Dimension
Was just watching an episode of Nova that focused on fractals, and some stuff came up that made me think.
The subject came up of "The larger an organism is, the more efficiently it uses energy." So if an elephant is 10,000,000 times the size of a mouse, somehow it only needs 10,000 times the energy to run itself. This has been a long-known fact, and the formula for it is E=M^3/4
This also makes me think about how big things are slow(elephants, whales), and small things (mice, hummingbirds, etc) have high metabolisms and move much more quickly.
But the other thing that it made me think of is merchandise. If you buy a big tube of toothpaste, a tube that's say 5 times as big, it doesn't cost 5 times as much, usually it doesn't even cost twice as much.
The smaller something is, the less efficient it is - in terms of cost, energy, resources, whatever.
This is just something I thought of.
I think this might have to do with the fact that things can only be so small - cells, for example. There are many more cells in an elephant than a mouse, therefore the elephant's cells can be more organized. Think of it as being similar to pixels - the more pixels you have, the more definition you can have. Pixels are a set size, however - as are cells - and so if the image is going to be smaller, it's going to have less definition. Cells are *probably* the same size no matter what animal it is (the same or very close to the same - i haven't done biology in too long, and food stamps won't pay for microscopes - or elephant & mice tissue, to my knowledge).
It's like the small tube of toothpaste essentially costing more. The exterior tube that holds the toothpaste is still going to have to be thick enough to hold it, whether it's holding 1 ounce or 4 ounces. I think, though, i'm not really sure.
One thing that I am sure of: surface tension. Surface tension is the reason that shrinking/growing things doesn't work. Let's say you've got your jesus lizard, at its small size it can run across the top of water. But if you made it bigger, say, the size of the actual Jesus, then no way, it wouldn't be able to do it, the surface tension wouldn't hold it.
In the larger animal, more systems can be automated. More cells are the same and don't need "blueprints". So say in a large animal there are 10 organs with 10,000 cells each. That means you need 10 sets of blueprints for 1,000,000 cells. But if you've got a small animal with 10 organs but each organ only has 100 cells, that's 10 sets of blueprints for only 1,000 cells. So clearly, you're going to have less efficiency there.
Also: I know it is very very unlikely that any animal would have 10 organs with 100 cells each. I'm trying to keep this simple.
Eh, it's 4:38 AM.
I shouldn't get into math/science stuff this late at night. I'm more "mad" and less "scientist".
The subject came up of "The larger an organism is, the more efficiently it uses energy." So if an elephant is 10,000,000 times the size of a mouse, somehow it only needs 10,000 times the energy to run itself. This has been a long-known fact, and the formula for it is E=M^3/4
This also makes me think about how big things are slow(elephants, whales), and small things (mice, hummingbirds, etc) have high metabolisms and move much more quickly.
But the other thing that it made me think of is merchandise. If you buy a big tube of toothpaste, a tube that's say 5 times as big, it doesn't cost 5 times as much, usually it doesn't even cost twice as much.
The smaller something is, the less efficient it is - in terms of cost, energy, resources, whatever.
This is just something I thought of.
I think this might have to do with the fact that things can only be so small - cells, for example. There are many more cells in an elephant than a mouse, therefore the elephant's cells can be more organized. Think of it as being similar to pixels - the more pixels you have, the more definition you can have. Pixels are a set size, however - as are cells - and so if the image is going to be smaller, it's going to have less definition. Cells are *probably* the same size no matter what animal it is (the same or very close to the same - i haven't done biology in too long, and food stamps won't pay for microscopes - or elephant & mice tissue, to my knowledge).
It's like the small tube of toothpaste essentially costing more. The exterior tube that holds the toothpaste is still going to have to be thick enough to hold it, whether it's holding 1 ounce or 4 ounces. I think, though, i'm not really sure.
One thing that I am sure of: surface tension. Surface tension is the reason that shrinking/growing things doesn't work. Let's say you've got your jesus lizard, at its small size it can run across the top of water. But if you made it bigger, say, the size of the actual Jesus, then no way, it wouldn't be able to do it, the surface tension wouldn't hold it.
In the larger animal, more systems can be automated. More cells are the same and don't need "blueprints". So say in a large animal there are 10 organs with 10,000 cells each. That means you need 10 sets of blueprints for 1,000,000 cells. But if you've got a small animal with 10 organs but each organ only has 100 cells, that's 10 sets of blueprints for only 1,000 cells. So clearly, you're going to have less efficiency there.
Also: I know it is very very unlikely that any animal would have 10 organs with 100 cells each. I'm trying to keep this simple.
Eh, it's 4:38 AM.
I shouldn't get into math/science stuff this late at night. I'm more "mad" and less "scientist".
Monday, March 02, 2009
How to convert .lit files to .htm on a Mac
Don't want to read all this crap? Go straight to the answer by clicking here.
Not that I use this blog for a lot of computer stuff, but this is an issue I tried to solve over a year ago and wasn't able to. Finally figured out how to do it, thank god, so I figured I'd post in hopes that anyone else searching for help would find this.
Before I begin: This article has nothing to do with anatomy or romance... just cold, boring technology. So keep in mind that I use the word "clit" only in terms of filenames and commands. Sorry to disappoint you.
So I want to make a post about the whole .lit/Mac thing. If you're like me and have a Mac but also have .lit files you'd like to read, you probably hate Microsoft. Well, maybe not, but you're probably annoyed at the fact that .lit is a file that only opens on Microsoft, and converting the .lit files to a readable format on Mac isn't very easy. Even googling it still requires a bit of reading and effort... so hopefully I can help make that easier.
Now, if you're like me, you probably googled .lit mac os x open files pdf html txt rtx doc wpa read help hate f&*k Microsoft ... etc.
One of the first things that comes up on google when you're searching this stuff is the the convertlit app (if you can call it an app). When I had tried this in the past, I had had no success.
Let's go over the process of when you download convertlit:
OK: So you download the clit file, and open it. It will open in Terminal, with a window giving (in my opinion, incomplete) instructions. It tells you there are three options for converting the .lit file, but the first is the only method we will be using, as the second and third options just convert a .lit file into another form of .lit file - which will still not open on a Mac, and therefore is useless to us.
Note that in the terminal window that the clit instructions opened in will not allow you to type anything else. To start working, you will need to open a new window in Terminal (command n).
Now, the direction it gives you is to type your form of the following into Terminal:
So, if you're like me, you put in something like the following:
After which, Terminal will give you the following error:
Now, thanks to this forum topic I was able to figure out that this is because Terminal has no idea what clit is (no jokes, please). The reason Terminal can't find clit is because we haven't told Terminal where clit is.
I've only used Terminal a few times before, and by now I've figured out that if you're going to be dealing with files on your hard drive, you have to tell Terminal the file's path: the specific location of the file. If you give Terminal a file to work with without specifying a path, Terminal will not know what you're talking about. The base drive Terminal assumes is the Macintosh HD folder, but even if you are referencing a file in that folder, you can't just type the file name.
For example, even if I put the files I'm working with in the Macintosh HD folder, the following would not work:
OK, if Terminal assumes each file is in the Macintosh HD folder, and each file IS in the Macintosh HD folder, why isn't it working? You need to define the path. In this case, the since we are working in the base folder, we have to start the path for each location with a /.
So, assuming you've got the clit file, the .lit file, and the folder you want the "explosion" to happen in all located in the Macintosh HD folder, what do you do to get terminal to actually realize that?
Now, doing that is kind of annoying if you don't feel like moving your files around constantly. So, instead of switching everything to the Macintosh HD folder, one thing you can do is to type out the LONG path of where your stuff is.
You could end up spending HOURS typing out a novel like this:
Now, if you're like me, you really don't want to type all that out. Also, if you're NOT like me, you probably don't have your Mac account name as "skweeds", so the copy/paste/adapt method might not really work in this situation.
There is good news: I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance. Ok, that was a joke. Better news: It can be REALLY EASY to do, using Drag & Drop! I stopped using PCs for personal use in 2003, and I believe they had the drag-and-drop feature then, but I really don't think they've made it as useful as Mac has.
1. Download & unzip the clit app. As long as you know where it is, the location of the file doesn't matter.
2. Open a new terminal window.
You should see something like this:
The specifics don't matter, just as long as you have a prompt available where you can type (but you don't need to type).
3. Drag and Drop these items from the Finder into the window in Terminal you have open (in this order):
I. clit file
II. whatever.lit file you want to convert
III. the Folder you want the .lit file contents to end up in.
As you drop in these items, Terminal will add their location to the command line. You don't need to press space or type anything.
4. Press return and let Terminal do its work. When it's finished, Terminal should read something like:
Voilà, you will have your ebook in readable files in the folder you chose.
When I used this method, I got .htm files of the table of contents & the actual story. I also got a few cover images, and an .opf file. I opened the opf in TextEdit and it kind of looks like an HTML source file, with links to each chapter and also images... "pocketpc" appears a couple times in the script, so I guess that's what it's for.
Anyway, everything you need will be there. So, enjoy!
I hope this saves you some time.
Note: I know there is lit2html out there, but it does not work for me. Boo!
Anyway, HAPPY READING!
You might want to check out spreeder.
Not that I use this blog for a lot of computer stuff, but this is an issue I tried to solve over a year ago and wasn't able to. Finally figured out how to do it, thank god, so I figured I'd post in hopes that anyone else searching for help would find this.
Before I begin: This article has nothing to do with anatomy or romance... just cold, boring technology. So keep in mind that I use the word "clit" only in terms of filenames and commands. Sorry to disappoint you.
So I want to make a post about the whole .lit/Mac thing. If you're like me and have a Mac but also have .lit files you'd like to read, you probably hate Microsoft. Well, maybe not, but you're probably annoyed at the fact that .lit is a file that only opens on Microsoft, and converting the .lit files to a readable format on Mac isn't very easy. Even googling it still requires a bit of reading and effort... so hopefully I can help make that easier.
Now, if you're like me, you probably googled .lit mac os x open files pdf html txt rtx doc wpa read help hate f&*k Microsoft ... etc.
One of the first things that comes up on google when you're searching this stuff is the the convertlit app (if you can call it an app). When I had tried this in the past, I had had no success.
Let's go over the process of when you download convertlit:
OK: So you download the clit file, and open it. It will open in Terminal, with a window giving (in my opinion, incomplete) instructions. It tells you there are three options for converting the .lit file, but the first is the only method we will be using, as the second and third options just convert a .lit file into another form of .lit file - which will still not open on a Mac, and therefore is useless to us.
Note that in the terminal window that the clit instructions opened in will not allow you to type anything else. To start working, you will need to open a new window in Terminal (command n).
Now, the direction it gives you is to type your form of the following into Terminal:
clit ebook-propietary.lit ebook-oebps\
So, if you're like me, you put in something like the following:
clit AtlasShrugged.lit AtlasShrugged\
After which, Terminal will give you the following error:
-bash: clit: command not found
Now, thanks to this forum topic I was able to figure out that this is because Terminal has no idea what clit is (no jokes, please). The reason Terminal can't find clit is because we haven't told Terminal where clit is.
I've only used Terminal a few times before, and by now I've figured out that if you're going to be dealing with files on your hard drive, you have to tell Terminal the file's path: the specific location of the file. If you give Terminal a file to work with without specifying a path, Terminal will not know what you're talking about. The base drive Terminal assumes is the Macintosh HD folder, but even if you are referencing a file in that folder, you can't just type the file name.
For example, even if I put the files I'm working with in the Macintosh HD folder, the following would not work:
clit AtlasShrugged.lit AtlasShrugged
OK, if Terminal assumes each file is in the Macintosh HD folder, and each file IS in the Macintosh HD folder, why isn't it working? You need to define the path. In this case, the since we are working in the base folder, we have to start the path for each location with a /.
So, assuming you've got the clit file, the .lit file, and the folder you want the "explosion" to happen in all located in the Macintosh HD folder, what do you do to get terminal to actually realize that?
/clit /AtlasShrugged.lit /AtlasShrugged
Now, doing that is kind of annoying if you don't feel like moving your files around constantly. So, instead of switching everything to the Macintosh HD folder, one thing you can do is to type out the LONG path of where your stuff is.
You could end up spending HOURS typing out a novel like this:
/Users/skweeds/Downloads/clit /Users/skweeds/Downloads/Transmit/Books/AtlasShrugged.lit /Users/skweeds/Documents/Books/AynRand
Now, if you're like me, you really don't want to type all that out. Also, if you're NOT like me, you probably don't have your Mac account name as "skweeds", so the copy/paste/adapt method might not really work in this situation.
There is good news: I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance. Ok, that was a joke. Better news: It can be REALLY EASY to do, using Drag & Drop! I stopped using PCs for personal use in 2003, and I believe they had the drag-and-drop feature then, but I really don't think they've made it as useful as Mac has.
The short answer on how to use ConvertLit in Terminal
1. Download & unzip the clit app. As long as you know where it is, the location of the file doesn't matter.
2. Open a new terminal window.
You should see something like this:
Last login: Sun Mar 1 23:14:44 on ttys001
macbook:~ skweeds$
The specifics don't matter, just as long as you have a prompt available where you can type (but you don't need to type).
3. Drag and Drop these items from the Finder into the window in Terminal you have open (in this order):
I. clit file
II. whatever.lit file you want to convert
III. the Folder you want the .lit file contents to end up in.
As you drop in these items, Terminal will add their location to the command line. You don't need to press space or type anything.
4. Press return and let Terminal do its work. When it's finished, Terminal should read something like:
Exploded "/Users/skweeds/AtlasShrugged.lit" into "/Users/skweeds/AtlasShrugged/".
Voilà, you will have your ebook in readable files in the folder you chose.
When I used this method, I got .htm files of the table of contents & the actual story. I also got a few cover images, and an .opf file. I opened the opf in TextEdit and it kind of looks like an HTML source file, with links to each chapter and also images... "pocketpc" appears a couple times in the script, so I guess that's what it's for.
Anyway, everything you need will be there. So, enjoy!
I hope this saves you some time.
Note: I know there is lit2html out there, but it does not work for me. Boo!
Anyway, HAPPY READING!
You might want to check out spreeder.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Michael Hohenadel, discriminator.
This post is about Mike Hohenadel from Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania. He is a graduate of Lafayette College, and he currently lives in Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York City. He is employed by the Manhattan District Attorney's office. His full name is Michael Patrick Hohenadel, though he sometimes goes by Michael P. Hohenadel.
Michael Hohenadel is a bad person.
Not only did he unfairly expel me from our shared apartment, he also cheated me out of almost $900. The worst part? He does not hide the fact that the reasons for his appalling actions are due to his discrimination and prejudices against the mentally ill, and his complete disregard for civil rights (specifically the first amendment right to free speech). I would not be surprised if Mike Hohenadel is a racist, nor would I be surprised if Michael Hohenadel is sexist. I would not find it shocking to hear that Mike P. Hohenadel is homophobic, and I wouldn't find it outlandish that one might think Michael P. Hohenadel is a nazi. All I can do is hope that he has not inflicted his hatred upon others the way he has upon me.
Until Mr. Hohenadel returns the money he owes me (for which he signed a document agreeing to pay), I feel it is my responsibility to inform the world of the warped view Mike P. Hohenadel holds on which humans deserve rights and respect and which don't. True, the harm that he has done to me (which resulted in hospitalization) and the abhorrent violations he has made to any and all progress civilization has made towards human rights and equality can never be taken back, but, sadly, even during the present time of revolutionary change in American history, some bigots like Michael Hohenadel cannot be stopped.
Michael Hohenadel is a bad person.
Not only did he unfairly expel me from our shared apartment, he also cheated me out of almost $900. The worst part? He does not hide the fact that the reasons for his appalling actions are due to his discrimination and prejudices against the mentally ill, and his complete disregard for civil rights (specifically the first amendment right to free speech). I would not be surprised if Mike Hohenadel is a racist, nor would I be surprised if Michael Hohenadel is sexist. I would not find it shocking to hear that Mike P. Hohenadel is homophobic, and I wouldn't find it outlandish that one might think Michael P. Hohenadel is a nazi. All I can do is hope that he has not inflicted his hatred upon others the way he has upon me.
Until Mr. Hohenadel returns the money he owes me (for which he signed a document agreeing to pay), I feel it is my responsibility to inform the world of the warped view Mike P. Hohenadel holds on which humans deserve rights and respect and which don't. True, the harm that he has done to me (which resulted in hospitalization) and the abhorrent violations he has made to any and all progress civilization has made towards human rights and equality can never be taken back, but, sadly, even during the present time of revolutionary change in American history, some bigots like Michael Hohenadel cannot be stopped.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Nothing but Sweet Love and Frank...
"Let me be frank about Frank..."
This is my new favorite YouTube video.
I love it SO MUCH.
It's Lost-related, but you don't have to be a Lost fan to enjoy the song. Beautiful work.
Not to mention Frank Lapidus is my favorite "Lost" character.
Anyway, yeah, the new season of LOST is starting on 1/21, and the reviews that have come out for it are very very good. So, needless to say, I am looking forward to it. Even if the reviews were bad, I would look forward to it. I actually wish the reviews were bad, because sometimes I get over-excited for things and am disappointed. So, I will try not to get too big of a boner for the new season.
Also, I moved, and the place I am in is okay, but the great thing is that the rent is free. I just have to help my roommate with proofreading his books and editing his website and such. And it's fun. I'm learning a bit as well. Also, he cooks for me and stuff. Pretty schweet.
Shtoops.
Anyway, not much else to say now. I'm bored and P. should buy me crap. I have an appointment this Thursday, which I had really better go to. Um, nothing else is really happening. So it's time to bring this post to a close. I'll post one more video.
This is my new favorite YouTube video.
I love it SO MUCH.
It's Lost-related, but you don't have to be a Lost fan to enjoy the song. Beautiful work.
Not to mention Frank Lapidus is my favorite "Lost" character.
Anyway, yeah, the new season of LOST is starting on 1/21, and the reviews that have come out for it are very very good. So, needless to say, I am looking forward to it. Even if the reviews were bad, I would look forward to it. I actually wish the reviews were bad, because sometimes I get over-excited for things and am disappointed. So, I will try not to get too big of a boner for the new season.
Also, I moved, and the place I am in is okay, but the great thing is that the rent is free. I just have to help my roommate with proofreading his books and editing his website and such. And it's fun. I'm learning a bit as well. Also, he cooks for me and stuff. Pretty schweet.
Shtoops.
Anyway, not much else to say now. I'm bored and P. should buy me crap. I have an appointment this Thursday, which I had really better go to. Um, nothing else is really happening. So it's time to bring this post to a close. I'll post one more video.
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