Sunday, July 15, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
What if...
Wouldn't it be trippy if millions of years in to the future man created a technological civilization that operated autonomously and expanded on its own? It knew how to land on new planets, harvest minerals, and replicate itself. It'd be nice if this technological civilization we create was charged with the task of exploring and indexing all parts of the universe.
Man may die out in the future from natural catastrophes, but robots have the potential of surviving all climates if we can design them to. Then there shall be... Transformers, robots in disguise!
Man may die out in the future from natural catastrophes, but robots have the potential of surviving all climates if we can design them to. Then there shall be... Transformers, robots in disguise!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Just realized
The majority of my accomplishments these last few years come from intuition. The madness!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Day 4: Don't quite remember
I'm kind of too tired to write. Here's what I think happened, although I feel like more happened that I don't remember. I'm probably going to head to bed again.
Visited Martha.
Ate vegetarian food.
Some stomach troubles.
Visited Raul Sasias, spoke to his daughter's English class, made friends with a brother and sister.
Took it easy at Rita's. Went to the Arcade.
Chau.
Visited Martha.
Ate vegetarian food.
Some stomach troubles.
Visited Raul Sasias, spoke to his daughter's English class, made friends with a brother and sister.
Took it easy at Rita's. Went to the Arcade.
Chau.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Day 3: A More Practical Cordoba
Day 3 is a bit difficult to remember now, slept very little and lighly last night so my memory isnt at its best.
My dad and I started the day relatively easy. We went to go enjoy a cup of coffee and croisant at a small little shop and talk most of the morning. The shop was in an indoor shopping mall where the windows are all set up for window shopping. The coffee shop was set up right at the bend of two walk ways, with the chairs set up to see both ends of the mall. My dad told me more about Cordoba, its people, and stark differences between the expectations of living here versus where we live. Here, work is very difficult to find. The majority of the work isnt overly professional either, most of the population (as far as I can tell) works small jobs at a shop for a small wage. A good number of people work all day as well. The waiter who brought us the coffee has probably been working there all his life, greeting the same people each day. Towards the end of our chat my dad joked we should walk over and mingle with the cute girls 2 tables over. I was a bit too shy to outright introduce myself, so instead I opted to lure one of them over by asking her to take our picture. The plan worked somewhat, we pulled her out of her herd and tricked her into a conversation. Turns out they worked just down the inner shopping mall.
We went to have speghetti for lunch at an italian retaurant with a waiter who seemed Italian, but was actually Spanish. He had an extremely pompous attitude, but was still friendly. He was the type of person who acted like he knew everything (kind of like me sometimes, doh!), meaning he highly recommended to have such and such item on the menu, or youre eating something inferior. He also seemed like the kind of guy who has been doing this all his life too; when we asked him for a menu, he told us he is the menu. Ha ha.
Afterwards we took a cab to the place my dad grew up and I got to see the house he grew up in. The trip there was interesting. We hailed a taxi, and the setting changed from the lively downtown Cordoba to the more practical outskirts. It seemed like Redondo beach again :-P . As we moved away from the center of the city, the town seemed to be less and less taken care of. My dad mentioned that it was some what depressing to see the town from his childhood rundown like it is today. On the way there we could see political graffiti everywhere. Apparently after the militiristic government was abandoned for a more democratic one, the people exploded in a wave of free expression on the walls and streets. A good bit of the graffiti didnt make much sense to me, the Art Museum MBNA was tagged with: Aguero es Pueblo (I think that was it), and another that was repeated several times was: Montero es su suicido lempio [Montero is a clean suicide]. My dad explained that the Monteros were an underground terrorist group that existed during the military government period. If you were even suspected of being affiliated with the Monteros you mysterious disappeared. Crazy!
Once we got to my fathers old house, we took a few pictures out in front. In a fantastic bit of luck, an old friend was arriving home across the street. He stopped his motorcycle mid street, looked at us for a few moments, then shouted for my dad. Turns out that guy knew my family while they still lived in Cordoba, and he lived with the woman who looked after my oldest sister. It was such an expected surprise to see them again! This visit sparked a really old memory in me as well. I last went to Argentina when I was 3 years old. Looking out their back window, I remembered digging up worms in their back yard to keep myself entertained. hehe, what a difference it was to be a kid. My dad and I tried to refuse tea to not bother them, but since its such a strong Argentinian custom to bring out the tea for a chat we found ourselves sitting for a good conversation. I got to overhear their conversation a good bit, but we were soon out of there after a few pictures.
We gave a stroll around he area some after that. My dad showed me the preschool he went to and shared a small funny story too. He was once student of the month, and at that school the student of the month would carry home a large flag with two people marching behind him. It sounded like good times :-) . We stopped by to say hi to one last person, an elderly lady who lived by herself. At the door my dad told me to keep a close eye on her reaction. We ringed the bell, and as she stepped out she recognize us one bit. My dad pointed out she looked like she was expecting us to be the bearers of some bad news, like her husband (who was living in another city for a reason I forget) had died. Once we announced who we were, she gave a shocked and happy expression all at once that I wish I could have caught on camera! We talked a bit, she told us how she had eye surgery a few years back and some other details on how the neighborhood changed. The neighborhood wasnt all run down, on one side they were renovating some houses with new paint and new structures, so hopefully that will continue through the whole way.
Afterwards my dad and I made our way through town. I wore sandals all the way through town. My mom would chase me with a broom if she knew I wore sandals, and shes probably going to chase me with a broom once I get home since shes going to read this :-P . It turns out the floor is slippery, and especially slippery if youre wearing sandals. I was literally skiing every step I took in Central Cordoba, I traveled a meter every step I took with my sandals in the rain. A funny thing, Cordoba is laced with traps for foreigners when it rains. The loose tiles like to gather up a bit of water under them, so stepping on them is like slipping on a ketchup packet. Not only do you lose your balance on these slick tiles, but you get a nice juicy splash surprise every time you step on one. Luckily I didnt fall once here, but I did get a little splashed.
Later that day we visited some old Italian friends, then that night I went to go play pool, pingpong, and some video games with my cousins. Ill write more on this later, I have to head out. More to come later!
My dad and I started the day relatively easy. We went to go enjoy a cup of coffee and croisant at a small little shop and talk most of the morning. The shop was in an indoor shopping mall where the windows are all set up for window shopping. The coffee shop was set up right at the bend of two walk ways, with the chairs set up to see both ends of the mall. My dad told me more about Cordoba, its people, and stark differences between the expectations of living here versus where we live. Here, work is very difficult to find. The majority of the work isnt overly professional either, most of the population (as far as I can tell) works small jobs at a shop for a small wage. A good number of people work all day as well. The waiter who brought us the coffee has probably been working there all his life, greeting the same people each day. Towards the end of our chat my dad joked we should walk over and mingle with the cute girls 2 tables over. I was a bit too shy to outright introduce myself, so instead I opted to lure one of them over by asking her to take our picture. The plan worked somewhat, we pulled her out of her herd and tricked her into a conversation. Turns out they worked just down the inner shopping mall.
We went to have speghetti for lunch at an italian retaurant with a waiter who seemed Italian, but was actually Spanish. He had an extremely pompous attitude, but was still friendly. He was the type of person who acted like he knew everything (kind of like me sometimes, doh!), meaning he highly recommended to have such and such item on the menu, or youre eating something inferior. He also seemed like the kind of guy who has been doing this all his life too; when we asked him for a menu, he told us he is the menu. Ha ha.
Afterwards we took a cab to the place my dad grew up and I got to see the house he grew up in. The trip there was interesting. We hailed a taxi, and the setting changed from the lively downtown Cordoba to the more practical outskirts. It seemed like Redondo beach again :-P . As we moved away from the center of the city, the town seemed to be less and less taken care of. My dad mentioned that it was some what depressing to see the town from his childhood rundown like it is today. On the way there we could see political graffiti everywhere. Apparently after the militiristic government was abandoned for a more democratic one, the people exploded in a wave of free expression on the walls and streets. A good bit of the graffiti didnt make much sense to me, the Art Museum MBNA was tagged with: Aguero es Pueblo (I think that was it), and another that was repeated several times was: Montero es su suicido lempio [Montero is a clean suicide]. My dad explained that the Monteros were an underground terrorist group that existed during the military government period. If you were even suspected of being affiliated with the Monteros you mysterious disappeared. Crazy!
Once we got to my fathers old house, we took a few pictures out in front. In a fantastic bit of luck, an old friend was arriving home across the street. He stopped his motorcycle mid street, looked at us for a few moments, then shouted for my dad. Turns out that guy knew my family while they still lived in Cordoba, and he lived with the woman who looked after my oldest sister. It was such an expected surprise to see them again! This visit sparked a really old memory in me as well. I last went to Argentina when I was 3 years old. Looking out their back window, I remembered digging up worms in their back yard to keep myself entertained. hehe, what a difference it was to be a kid. My dad and I tried to refuse tea to not bother them, but since its such a strong Argentinian custom to bring out the tea for a chat we found ourselves sitting for a good conversation. I got to overhear their conversation a good bit, but we were soon out of there after a few pictures.
We gave a stroll around he area some after that. My dad showed me the preschool he went to and shared a small funny story too. He was once student of the month, and at that school the student of the month would carry home a large flag with two people marching behind him. It sounded like good times :-) . We stopped by to say hi to one last person, an elderly lady who lived by herself. At the door my dad told me to keep a close eye on her reaction. We ringed the bell, and as she stepped out she recognize us one bit. My dad pointed out she looked like she was expecting us to be the bearers of some bad news, like her husband (who was living in another city for a reason I forget) had died. Once we announced who we were, she gave a shocked and happy expression all at once that I wish I could have caught on camera! We talked a bit, she told us how she had eye surgery a few years back and some other details on how the neighborhood changed. The neighborhood wasnt all run down, on one side they were renovating some houses with new paint and new structures, so hopefully that will continue through the whole way.
Afterwards my dad and I made our way through town. I wore sandals all the way through town. My mom would chase me with a broom if she knew I wore sandals, and shes probably going to chase me with a broom once I get home since shes going to read this :-P . It turns out the floor is slippery, and especially slippery if youre wearing sandals. I was literally skiing every step I took in Central Cordoba, I traveled a meter every step I took with my sandals in the rain. A funny thing, Cordoba is laced with traps for foreigners when it rains. The loose tiles like to gather up a bit of water under them, so stepping on them is like slipping on a ketchup packet. Not only do you lose your balance on these slick tiles, but you get a nice juicy splash surprise every time you step on one. Luckily I didnt fall once here, but I did get a little splashed.
Later that day we visited some old Italian friends, then that night I went to go play pool, pingpong, and some video games with my cousins. Ill write more on this later, I have to head out. More to come later!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Day 2: Cordoba!
On the second day we arrived at the airport like at 2pm. Oh, I forgot to mention, the flight from Santiago to Cordoba was fantastic! We flew right over the Andis on our way over. When I say flew over, I mean flew *just* high enough to get over this terrain. The view was incredible, the mountains looked like theyve been shaved down over the years to have a smooth yellow red surface. Theyre immense, and right next to some other mountains with a bit of ice on them. They looked like those ice mountains from Al Gores documentary about global warming, I hope it wasnt actually effected by that!
Once we arrived in the airport, my dad and I were greeted by Rita and her son Maximilio. I couldnt spot them at first, instead my dads sharp eyes spotted them first and he pointed me in their direction. We hugged and said the usual good words when family see each other for the first time after so long! Maximilio seems like a great kid, hes pretty much the same as me (as far as I can tell), except he speaks Spanish! Its kind of funny, Maximilio says hes interested in learning how to program and he wants to get himself going with computer science. Sadly, he doesnt have the opportunity to do so here because he hasnt finished secondary school here yet (argentinian version of high school). Hes trying to learn visual basic, although, slowly but surely, Im trying to get him to learn Java instead because its much simpler in my opinion :) (ahh all the keys are different on this keyboard).
Driving back, I got to make my initial impression of Cordoba. It looks like Radondo Beach from the 1960s. Its somewhat run down, but there are people everywhere, in old cars, some standing in front of their houses, walking from place to place, and many, many people riding around on motorcycles. Also, here they have yellow taxis, and green cars that act like taxis. Ive asked them about this, and they tell me that you have to call on the phone ahead to time to be driven by the green cars. Its kind of like a shuttle, but its cheaper to use a green car, and the green cars dont stop in the shopping centers. Oh, and it was funny too! On the way back, a flood of memories hit me like a good splash. We drove by a green central, where there was a statue of a man riding a horse. I remember being here when I was 3, maybe 4 years old way back when my family visited Argentina the first time. The difference was that when I was a kid, the statue had a thick layer of shit to keep him warm. The park pigeons are so thoughtful.
Once we got home I got to meet my other cousins, Juan Cruz and... I cant remember his name... (shh, dont let him know I dont know! >_< ). Theyre really great guys! Theyre also promising me theyre going to take me out dancing wahoo! The oldest one, Juan Cruz, works with Industrial architecture, and the second oldest is studying to become a lawyer. The youngest, Maximilio, is the one that wants to be a computer science. Oh, hehe, Juan says Im in luck, since the second oldest is just the man to ask to take me out to a disco teque or however you call it =D . We got to know each other a good amount, and I seemed to get along best with Maximilio, hes a fun kid! He dreams of coming to live in Newport beach, and spend a bit of time around town just like he sees on the show *The OC*. Shh, no body tell him that its not actually like that show =P.
Once we were settled in, they took us for a tour around town. I have to say, living in Cordoba blows every other city out of the water. Literally, for a good time, London, LA, Italy, even France doesnt compare. Theres so much to do down here, and the people are so friendly, that its an Amazing time!!! My aunt Rita lives in an apartment just above some store, the place has Italian architecture all around it. The floor from the entrance is made of marble, and the elevator is old style with bush buttons to lift you up, a gate you manually have to close before the elevator moves, and an actual door you have to pull open to enter the elevator. I hear my dad used to own a machine shop with his brother just a few doors over in this same apartment, I will have to ask him about that later today.
Alright, for the main event, my dad, Maximilio, Rita, and the second oldest (ahh whats his name!!) walked around town. Juan Cruz caught up with us later, he and his girlfriend caught up with us later. Guess they wanted some alone time :-P. The movie theatres here show American films, except theyre all subtitled in Castilian. Theyre cheap too! On our way around town I got to see a few different churches, theyre magnificent! I also got to see the very high school my mom went to school too. It was a catholic school. There was a friendly guard on the way in. The entrance was old, broken stone. As you walked in though, you entered a large court yard with a gigantic statue of a priest in the center. It looked like he cried himself into a good rusted coat =P, he was mostly covered by a good set of white rust. Well after that we walked through *El Paseo de las Pulgas*. It was kind of neat. They sold really old crap, and some neat stuff. It had a few people walking through it, but Maximilio tells me that it was empty like that only because its Sunday, you can hardly walk during the week. We made our way to a nice place to set down and have a drink. It was kind of funny, while we were there my couisins and I were treated by one of the greatest looking waitresses Ive laid my eyes on. We snickered under our breaths about her good looks hehe. Towards the end of the meal Juan Cruz joined us and we drank some beer with salted peanuts. Apparently theres a local myth that a good serving of salted peanuts and beer is just what a man needs to give him that little extra umph, if you what I mean, to get him popular with the ladies. Surprisingly, the beer here is good!
My cousins and I stopped for a bit of bowling, and finally made our way back. There was one moment where I went *oh crap!*. I joined Maximilio on the blancony to enjoy the good view (the apartment has a nice 5th story view of people going about their day on the busy street below). Standing up here, I recalled a pleasant memory from Italy. I remembered there was some middle aged man leaning over his balcony overlooking the plaza in front of the Prometheus, enjoying life in his wife beater. Well I told Maximilio that this balcony felt like it was made for rich people to sit, enjoy life, and have a sip of fine wine. That or smoke a ciggerette, but I hate smoking so thats out of the picture (sadly my two younger cousins smoke, it breaks my heart to think that theyre going to die younger and have shitty teeth because of that bad habbit :-(...). I then got in to a conversation about different kinds of alcohol I tried, and my thoughts on all types of liquor. It turns out, the balcony has great accoustics where everyone in the apartment can you, so my aunt and dad heard the worst of it. Whoops! Im a bad influence on Maximilio >_<, although I doubt I said much that would influence. Now my aunt and dad think Im mad about alcohol, the funny truth is I actually dont like drink alcohol much unless its to celebrate somebig big! haha, oh well.
Ooo, one thing I wanted to mention. Theres so much to do here, its incredible. My mom always mentioned how she could go walking through the plaza and enjoy a good chat. Its completely true, you can spend all day and night walking around here and never be bored. Oh before I forget, there are tons of stray dogs here its sad. They told me breeders some times have dogs that get mixed, so they toss them to the streets :-(. Well anyhow, on our way home, there was a set of clowns doing a performance in the park, and with an audience of at least 4 dozen! Imagine that, just a random show, and theres enough people sitting on the grass to turn it in to a great event. They tell me theres always something going on in the park, so people visit it pretty often to see whats going on. Also on the way back, there was a tango plaza. There someone has a radio blasting tango music, and people who would like get up and dance. There were fathers with daughters and couples strutting their tango moves. There was a good number of people though that just liked to watch on the side lines (my cousins didnt care too much for tango). Maybe one the nights this week I will have the balls to ask a girl to tango, well see ;)
One last observation, there are couples *everywhere* here. You cant take a step in Cordoba without seeing a couple, makes me wonder because Irvine isnt so couple infested. The people here must really be in to love =D. Ohh! Before I forget, Cordobas most known music group known something like cuadro with their type of dance, and buenos aires has another kind... that I forget. Then all the other provinces copy us hehehehhe. Well, time to actually live the life here. Chau!
Once we arrived in the airport, my dad and I were greeted by Rita and her son Maximilio. I couldnt spot them at first, instead my dads sharp eyes spotted them first and he pointed me in their direction. We hugged and said the usual good words when family see each other for the first time after so long! Maximilio seems like a great kid, hes pretty much the same as me (as far as I can tell), except he speaks Spanish! Its kind of funny, Maximilio says hes interested in learning how to program and he wants to get himself going with computer science. Sadly, he doesnt have the opportunity to do so here because he hasnt finished secondary school here yet (argentinian version of high school). Hes trying to learn visual basic, although, slowly but surely, Im trying to get him to learn Java instead because its much simpler in my opinion :) (ahh all the keys are different on this keyboard).
Driving back, I got to make my initial impression of Cordoba. It looks like Radondo Beach from the 1960s. Its somewhat run down, but there are people everywhere, in old cars, some standing in front of their houses, walking from place to place, and many, many people riding around on motorcycles. Also, here they have yellow taxis, and green cars that act like taxis. Ive asked them about this, and they tell me that you have to call on the phone ahead to time to be driven by the green cars. Its kind of like a shuttle, but its cheaper to use a green car, and the green cars dont stop in the shopping centers. Oh, and it was funny too! On the way back, a flood of memories hit me like a good splash. We drove by a green central, where there was a statue of a man riding a horse. I remember being here when I was 3, maybe 4 years old way back when my family visited Argentina the first time. The difference was that when I was a kid, the statue had a thick layer of shit to keep him warm. The park pigeons are so thoughtful.
Once we got home I got to meet my other cousins, Juan Cruz and... I cant remember his name... (shh, dont let him know I dont know! >_< ). Theyre really great guys! Theyre also promising me theyre going to take me out dancing wahoo! The oldest one, Juan Cruz, works with Industrial architecture, and the second oldest is studying to become a lawyer. The youngest, Maximilio, is the one that wants to be a computer science. Oh, hehe, Juan says Im in luck, since the second oldest is just the man to ask to take me out to a disco teque or however you call it =D . We got to know each other a good amount, and I seemed to get along best with Maximilio, hes a fun kid! He dreams of coming to live in Newport beach, and spend a bit of time around town just like he sees on the show *The OC*. Shh, no body tell him that its not actually like that show =P.
Once we were settled in, they took us for a tour around town. I have to say, living in Cordoba blows every other city out of the water. Literally, for a good time, London, LA, Italy, even France doesnt compare. Theres so much to do down here, and the people are so friendly, that its an Amazing time!!! My aunt Rita lives in an apartment just above some store, the place has Italian architecture all around it. The floor from the entrance is made of marble, and the elevator is old style with bush buttons to lift you up, a gate you manually have to close before the elevator moves, and an actual door you have to pull open to enter the elevator. I hear my dad used to own a machine shop with his brother just a few doors over in this same apartment, I will have to ask him about that later today.
Alright, for the main event, my dad, Maximilio, Rita, and the second oldest (ahh whats his name!!) walked around town. Juan Cruz caught up with us later, he and his girlfriend caught up with us later. Guess they wanted some alone time :-P. The movie theatres here show American films, except theyre all subtitled in Castilian. Theyre cheap too! On our way around town I got to see a few different churches, theyre magnificent! I also got to see the very high school my mom went to school too. It was a catholic school. There was a friendly guard on the way in. The entrance was old, broken stone. As you walked in though, you entered a large court yard with a gigantic statue of a priest in the center. It looked like he cried himself into a good rusted coat =P, he was mostly covered by a good set of white rust. Well after that we walked through *El Paseo de las Pulgas*. It was kind of neat. They sold really old crap, and some neat stuff. It had a few people walking through it, but Maximilio tells me that it was empty like that only because its Sunday, you can hardly walk during the week. We made our way to a nice place to set down and have a drink. It was kind of funny, while we were there my couisins and I were treated by one of the greatest looking waitresses Ive laid my eyes on. We snickered under our breaths about her good looks hehe. Towards the end of the meal Juan Cruz joined us and we drank some beer with salted peanuts. Apparently theres a local myth that a good serving of salted peanuts and beer is just what a man needs to give him that little extra umph, if you what I mean, to get him popular with the ladies. Surprisingly, the beer here is good!
My cousins and I stopped for a bit of bowling, and finally made our way back. There was one moment where I went *oh crap!*. I joined Maximilio on the blancony to enjoy the good view (the apartment has a nice 5th story view of people going about their day on the busy street below). Standing up here, I recalled a pleasant memory from Italy. I remembered there was some middle aged man leaning over his balcony overlooking the plaza in front of the Prometheus, enjoying life in his wife beater. Well I told Maximilio that this balcony felt like it was made for rich people to sit, enjoy life, and have a sip of fine wine. That or smoke a ciggerette, but I hate smoking so thats out of the picture (sadly my two younger cousins smoke, it breaks my heart to think that theyre going to die younger and have shitty teeth because of that bad habbit :-(...). I then got in to a conversation about different kinds of alcohol I tried, and my thoughts on all types of liquor. It turns out, the balcony has great accoustics where everyone in the apartment can you, so my aunt and dad heard the worst of it. Whoops! Im a bad influence on Maximilio >_<, although I doubt I said much that would influence. Now my aunt and dad think Im mad about alcohol, the funny truth is I actually dont like drink alcohol much unless its to celebrate somebig big! haha, oh well.
Ooo, one thing I wanted to mention. Theres so much to do here, its incredible. My mom always mentioned how she could go walking through the plaza and enjoy a good chat. Its completely true, you can spend all day and night walking around here and never be bored. Oh before I forget, there are tons of stray dogs here its sad. They told me breeders some times have dogs that get mixed, so they toss them to the streets :-(. Well anyhow, on our way home, there was a set of clowns doing a performance in the park, and with an audience of at least 4 dozen! Imagine that, just a random show, and theres enough people sitting on the grass to turn it in to a great event. They tell me theres always something going on in the park, so people visit it pretty often to see whats going on. Also on the way back, there was a tango plaza. There someone has a radio blasting tango music, and people who would like get up and dance. There were fathers with daughters and couples strutting their tango moves. There was a good number of people though that just liked to watch on the side lines (my cousins didnt care too much for tango). Maybe one the nights this week I will have the balls to ask a girl to tango, well see ;)
One last observation, there are couples *everywhere* here. You cant take a step in Cordoba without seeing a couple, makes me wonder because Irvine isnt so couple infested. The people here must really be in to love =D. Ohh! Before I forget, Cordobas most known music group known something like cuadro with their type of dance, and buenos aires has another kind... that I forget. Then all the other provinces copy us hehehehhe. Well, time to actually live the life here. Chau!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Day 1: One we go
6:07 AM: I've taken a shower only to realize I've packed away all my clean underwear downstairs. This is a problem...
Update: Im actually in Cordoba right now, but Im going to write about the first day befor I forget! Also, this keyboard seems to be different and difficult to type on, so dont expect any apostrophes any time soon!
We departed quickly Saturday morning. I had to scramble to get myself ready since the shuttle guy was early. He was nice, a good change for the shuttle drivers. He seemed like he had downsyndrome though, because he spoke in a really slow way and he swerved all over while driving. Poor guy worked the night shift, and we were his last guys for the day (this was at 10:30am !).
The plane ride went smoothly. We got there okay, and enjoyed the lunch my Mom packed for us. In a place where the food costs you an arm and a leg, my dad and I relished the great sandwich my mom made for us, gracias Ma! My dad and I waited for the plane in what seemed like the basement of LAX. The terminals were setup in a haphazard way (compared to the nice way its usually setup), and it was pretty dank too. When they finally called our terminal, we were put on a shuttle to a remote terminal. My dad had a good point, in the airport you rush to the next step, then wait, rush to the next step and wait. The extra terminal seemed like what we programmers would call spegghetti code, they setup the airport so it would *just work*.
The plane ride went great. There was a guy next to us that looked exactly like some guy I work with, so I kept glancing his way trying to convince myself that he wasnt him. Thank goodness he didnt notice or that would have been awkard! The initial plane ride lasted 12 hours until the plane made a stop in Peru. That was some really good sleep and reading time, that time went by really fast. The plane then got going again so we could rush to our next step, Santiago, Chile, and wait in the airport for about 5 hours. The airport was a nice place, and there my Dad told me about the history of the place. He told me a bit about San Martin and how he is really the Washington of the South. He was responsible for driving out the Spanish and giving Argentina and Chile their own nation, go San Martin :). The birds I saw flying outside the airport were amazing as well! There were two hawks flying outside near a dirt area. They were a light brow, with white winged tips, a white head, and a golden beak. They flew much differently than the birds up north, they would swoop down, and skim the surface for a good distance. Ive never seen a bird fly like that! Oh, also at the airport we were conned out of 8 dollars for some Earl Gray Tea and some odd cookies. It was a good meal, but in no way an 8 dollar meal!
Oh hey, this is actually day 2, time to move on to that and say a few good words about Cordoba, one of the best cities in the world for a social life!!
Update: Im actually in Cordoba right now, but Im going to write about the first day befor I forget! Also, this keyboard seems to be different and difficult to type on, so dont expect any apostrophes any time soon!
We departed quickly Saturday morning. I had to scramble to get myself ready since the shuttle guy was early. He was nice, a good change for the shuttle drivers. He seemed like he had downsyndrome though, because he spoke in a really slow way and he swerved all over while driving. Poor guy worked the night shift, and we were his last guys for the day (this was at 10:30am !).
The plane ride went smoothly. We got there okay, and enjoyed the lunch my Mom packed for us. In a place where the food costs you an arm and a leg, my dad and I relished the great sandwich my mom made for us, gracias Ma! My dad and I waited for the plane in what seemed like the basement of LAX. The terminals were setup in a haphazard way (compared to the nice way its usually setup), and it was pretty dank too. When they finally called our terminal, we were put on a shuttle to a remote terminal. My dad had a good point, in the airport you rush to the next step, then wait, rush to the next step and wait. The extra terminal seemed like what we programmers would call spegghetti code, they setup the airport so it would *just work*.
The plane ride went great. There was a guy next to us that looked exactly like some guy I work with, so I kept glancing his way trying to convince myself that he wasnt him. Thank goodness he didnt notice or that would have been awkard! The initial plane ride lasted 12 hours until the plane made a stop in Peru. That was some really good sleep and reading time, that time went by really fast. The plane then got going again so we could rush to our next step, Santiago, Chile, and wait in the airport for about 5 hours. The airport was a nice place, and there my Dad told me about the history of the place. He told me a bit about San Martin and how he is really the Washington of the South. He was responsible for driving out the Spanish and giving Argentina and Chile their own nation, go San Martin :). The birds I saw flying outside the airport were amazing as well! There were two hawks flying outside near a dirt area. They were a light brow, with white winged tips, a white head, and a golden beak. They flew much differently than the birds up north, they would swoop down, and skim the surface for a good distance. Ive never seen a bird fly like that! Oh, also at the airport we were conned out of 8 dollars for some Earl Gray Tea and some odd cookies. It was a good meal, but in no way an 8 dollar meal!
Oh hey, this is actually day 2, time to move on to that and say a few good words about Cordoba, one of the best cities in the world for a social life!!
Friday, March 23, 2007
Day 0, Prepping
I'm on my way to Argentina tomorrow ^_^
There's rougly 30 hours of traveling ahead of us. We're leaving at 10:30 by shuttle, plane leaves at 2pm, and then it's 12 hours of flying before we touch base in Chile. It's a 5 hour wait there, then we fly to Cordoba where my aunt is picking us up at the air port. I'm whoafully unprepared for this, so we'll see how it goes!
I've got my reading material all ready to go. I'm going to finish off A Game of Thrones, then move on to the second book of the series: A Song of Ice and Fire. Also, I'm going to finally read the Terry Winograd book Bringing Design to Software, and I'm also going to read Flow by some guy with a ridiculously long name with 10 consonants in a row.
It kind of scares me to leave Mission Viejo for a while. I've traveled the world before, but in the last 2 years I've been appreciating the city so much I don't want to leave its comfortable sites. These next two weeks I won't have my great gigantic room, no lake, no borders, and no spectrum =O. Hopefully, in its place, there's going to be lots of people to meet, get a glimpse of what it was like for my parents to grow up, and have some general fun :) . This may sound silly, but the part of the trip I'm really looking forward to is the part where I get back, I've grown to love home too much! Ha! I'm savoring my room right now, in all its messy glory, because it's going to be a while before I get to see it again.
Anyhow, for the next few days, I'm going to try to chronicle the events that happen so I can read them later on right on this blog. A side effect of that though is others will get to know events of my dad and I's travels as they unfold =D.
Chau Mission Viejo! I'll see you when I get back!
There's rougly 30 hours of traveling ahead of us. We're leaving at 10:30 by shuttle, plane leaves at 2pm, and then it's 12 hours of flying before we touch base in Chile. It's a 5 hour wait there, then we fly to Cordoba where my aunt is picking us up at the air port. I'm whoafully unprepared for this, so we'll see how it goes!
I've got my reading material all ready to go. I'm going to finish off A Game of Thrones, then move on to the second book of the series: A Song of Ice and Fire. Also, I'm going to finally read the Terry Winograd book Bringing Design to Software, and I'm also going to read Flow by some guy with a ridiculously long name with 10 consonants in a row.
It kind of scares me to leave Mission Viejo for a while. I've traveled the world before, but in the last 2 years I've been appreciating the city so much I don't want to leave its comfortable sites. These next two weeks I won't have my great gigantic room, no lake, no borders, and no spectrum =O. Hopefully, in its place, there's going to be lots of people to meet, get a glimpse of what it was like for my parents to grow up, and have some general fun :) . This may sound silly, but the part of the trip I'm really looking forward to is the part where I get back, I've grown to love home too much! Ha! I'm savoring my room right now, in all its messy glory, because it's going to be a while before I get to see it again.
Anyhow, for the next few days, I'm going to try to chronicle the events that happen so I can read them later on right on this blog. A side effect of that though is others will get to know events of my dad and I's travels as they unfold =D.
Chau Mission Viejo! I'll see you when I get back!
Can you feel the love tonight?
mmm, love is in the air!
Oh, do I feel it!
ooo, I feel it in swedish too.
hey! I'm feeling a little jew loving too...
but hey, those Finnish can feel that love'n too!
come to think of it, my inner Thai is really what's loving
brrrrr, I'm feeling some icelandic loving
Yarr, Slovakians need loving too!
*Poke* Polish loving coming your way
Arriba! Portuguese loving time!
Gutten slaven, german loven ho!
Hoi Hoi! Japanese loving hoi!
*throaty* ho ho, my little pretty, french loving ho!
Hey hey, ho ho, Norwegian loving whoa!
Mmm, sausage Dutch love hooooooooooooooooo
In mother russia, love feels you tonight!
Hai ya! Me love you long time in Chinese!
Hrmm... so I felt the love tonight, but now I think I'm numb!
Oh, do I feel it!
ooo, I feel it in swedish too.
hey! I'm feeling a little jew loving too...
but hey, those Finnish can feel that love'n too!
come to think of it, my inner Thai is really what's loving
brrrrr, I'm feeling some icelandic loving
Yarr, Slovakians need loving too!
*Poke* Polish loving coming your way
Arriba! Portuguese loving time!
Gutten slaven, german loven ho!
Hoi Hoi! Japanese loving hoi!
*throaty* ho ho, my little pretty, french loving ho!
Hey hey, ho ho, Norwegian loving whoa!
Mmm, sausage Dutch love hooooooooooooooooo
In mother russia, love feels you tonight!
Hai ya! Me love you long time in Chinese!
Hrmm... so I felt the love tonight, but now I think I'm numb!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Plan Swing A
Okay, so I'm going to get Beefy. I've thought about this before, but now I definitely want to do it. I'm going to beef myself up and build up my stamina so I can go nuts swing dancing, and have the strength to toss a girl around. I know it doesn't take much strength to begin with since the girl does a jump and you do a pull and it ends merrily (hopefully!), but the strength would sure be a good buffer.
Anyhow, I'm going to get beefy so I will dance like THEEEEES!
Anyhow, I'm going to get beefy so I will dance like THEEEEES!
Catholic church collects money for mosque
16 March 2007
Cologne, Germany (dpa) - When the Rev. Franz Meurer stands at the altar this Sunday in his priestly vestments, he'll say to the congregation: "Today's collection is for the construction of the big new mosque in Ehrenfeld."
Meurer, 55, is not expecting protests. Both the board of Cologne's St. Theodore Catholic Church and the parish council have unanimously approved the action.
"It's only natural that we're helping them," he said of the Muslims living in a city that is one of the main centres of Catholicism in Germany.
After the special collection was announced last Sunday, several parishioners asked if it was really necessary - considering, for instance, that four young Turks beat a family man into a coma on the Thursday before Ash Wednesday.
"I said, 'Hey, people, think about it, will you? We'll be supporting the sensible ones'," Meurer recalled. "That's not so dumb."
St. Theodore's parish council came up with the unusual idea. Its chairman reminded the group that their new church was completed five years ago, and that the Protestant parish in the neighbourhood had given a nice gift.
"Now we, in turn, should give someone a gift too," Meurer said. "That's how we hit upon the mosque; it's being designed by the same architect that did our church."
The mosque, at the headquarters of the Turkish-Islamic Union for the Institution of Religion (DITIB) in the Cologne district of Ehrenfeld, will be one of Germany's biggest. Plans call for two 55-metre-high minarets, a dome, and room for more than 3,000 worshippers.
A right-wing populist party called ProCologne has been gathering signatures for a public petition against the structure. Ehrenfeld residents who want nothing to do with the petition have reservations about the size of the mosque, however.
Meurer's parish is in the Cologne suburbs of Hoehenberg and Vingst, both of which have a high proportion of foreigners. At his initiative, 180 sponsors planted 41,000 daffodils now in bloom along the streets.
Christian community work for Meurer means things like installing public dog loos because, as he said, "once an area like this is neglected, it can go downhill very fast."
At the community centre, young Muslim women in headscarves are photographed at no cost for job applications. Turkish children play in the yard. And Meurer organises multi-religious celebrations.
Cardinal Joachim Meisner, archbishop of Cologne, set off a heated debate late last year when he directed Catholic school teachers in the region to stop participating in multi-religious events.
"All that matters to me about them is keeping peace in the area," Meurer remarked. "We don't pray together there. We get to know each other, which is possible only at get-togethers like that."
Weighing what the parish could buy for the mosque sparked a lively discussion about Islam, Meurer said.
"Our people were suggesting such things as a little kneeler, a bell, a picture and the like. But then I said, 'Friends, this isn't likely to lead anywhere. They pray to God one on one in their mosques. They haven't got liturgical objects like we do'."
About 350 euros (462 dollars) winds up in the collection bag on normal Sundays. This time, though, more than 1,000 euros has been collected in advance. DITIB officials said the amount of the gift was unimportant.
"It's simply a nice gesture by Mr Meurer," said Rafet Ozturk, DITIB's coordinator for interreligious dialogue. "We're pleased, of course. Even very pleased."
http://www.expatica.com/actual/article.asp?subchannel_id=26&story_id=37774
^_^
3am Fun
I got up today at 1am hehe. Although, I did head to sleep at 7:30, and I've never felt so good.
Today's comic of Earthsong had me laughing pretty hard. The explosively cute personality that the artist gives the purple gargoyle throws me in to fits of laughter =D.
In other news, today I salute the hottest princess of today: Princess Madeleine. Take a gander.
Yowza!
Some other funny photos I came across yesterday...
Mothers unknownlying got their daughters on the fast track for fun.
I can see something like this happening at one place where I used to work ha!
This cat looks like he's got a delicious tuno sandwich! (Yes tuno, not tuna)
Plight of the ducks! To give a happy resolution, these guys were all saved later on by a team of firefighters.
A dingo stole my baby!
Today's comic of Earthsong had me laughing pretty hard. The explosively cute personality that the artist gives the purple gargoyle throws me in to fits of laughter =D.
In other news, today I salute the hottest princess of today: Princess Madeleine. Take a gander.
Yowza!
Some other funny photos I came across yesterday...
Mothers unknownlying got their daughters on the fast track for fun.
I can see something like this happening at one place where I used to work ha!
This cat looks like he's got a delicious tuno sandwich! (Yes tuno, not tuna)
Plight of the ducks! To give a happy resolution, these guys were all saved later on by a team of firefighters.
A dingo stole my baby!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Tearing through the years
Okay, so I'm looking for a 1k bond scholarship I won in high school. I'm frantic since I can't find it, so I'm systematically going through my draws and cleaning out all the old crap that I don't need anymore. What follows are interesting things I find in the drawer.
A jury summons
A chart that explains how to tell if a freckle deformation is cancer.
A few spanish papers. I realize I make the mistake of repeating of repeating certain words in my writing.
The infamouse 92.7. How I hated that grade. I got it in every single class in high school, without fail.
A letter from my ex girl friend written in pink ink. Reading it made me laugh lol.
Income tax returns
A letter I wrote to myself way back when declaring I won't play video games for 1 year, with a calendar written out on the back. The X's go on for 2 months before stopping LOL.
** dammit I haven't lost this bond. I just can't find it yet **
An unopened bank statement from October 2003. I had 500 dollars in my bank account, I'm the man.
I've found the letter saying I've been awarded the scholarship, but no bond. Dammit what a teaser
An unread packet detailing how to succeed at UCI. It remains unread.
The manual to a Blue Fusion 5200 Series Web enabled automation controller. I have no idea really what it's supposed to control.
3 receipts totaling to proof I was a guinea pig for 1.5 hours.
A UCI parking ticket that was never paid or enforced.
My GRE scores. They make me cry.
A scholarship for UTD that's actually a good deal larger than the scholarship I'm getting from UCI. Unfortunately UTD doesn't have Andre.
A set of instructions and list of materials needed to build bassoon reeds.
Most Improved Band Member from my middle school band. Hoo-rah!
Tentative schedule for Marching band. This was the year we did New York Voices lol.
Another guide to success at UCI. This one was read!
A visual catalogue of Yamaha flutes, plus a printed list of Yamaha flutes (with a few highlighted and one circled). On this one, turns out my email was once calamari@access1.net hehe
An award for participating in the Regional Bands of America Marching Band competition in Las Vegas, Nevada. We came in 2nd to last place that year (16th) in our division. I remember Romel yelled at us: "If you're going to beat one band, just 1 band, make sure you beat the Sesame Street Band". They were the band that did more dancing than marching/playing music. Thankfully, we beat them. XD
A big picture of me and Mike holding a bowl of Nachos on his 18th birthday. Hell yeah! He's got his mike's life hat on lol.
Page 1 of 2 (page 2 is gone! =O) of a program I apparently copyrighted.
LOL, a guide on how to avoid arguments. Man I sound like a know it all when I wrote this, someone needed to smack some reality in to me.
50 lines about beauty
25 lines and a brief essay on Virtue.
A weak paper on the holy hierarchy.
Standardized test scores. I was in the 34 percentile for reading comprehension, but 92 percentile for history. This proves my hypothesis: I did, in fact, learn through osmosis.
An award by the city to the Black and Gold Brigade Marching band because we rocked so hard. Boo yeah.
Group picture from 6th grade camp!
The 40 dollar receipt for a program I bought for 10 dollars. Best deal ever!
A journal I kept from 2nd grade ROFL.
Crap no bond.... :(
A jury summons
A chart that explains how to tell if a freckle deformation is cancer.
A few spanish papers. I realize I make the mistake of repeating of repeating certain words in my writing.
The infamouse 92.7. How I hated that grade. I got it in every single class in high school, without fail.
A letter from my ex girl friend written in pink ink. Reading it made me laugh lol.
Income tax returns
A letter I wrote to myself way back when declaring I won't play video games for 1 year, with a calendar written out on the back. The X's go on for 2 months before stopping LOL.
** dammit I haven't lost this bond. I just can't find it yet **
An unopened bank statement from October 2003. I had 500 dollars in my bank account, I'm the man.
I've found the letter saying I've been awarded the scholarship, but no bond. Dammit what a teaser
An unread packet detailing how to succeed at UCI. It remains unread.
The manual to a Blue Fusion 5200 Series Web enabled automation controller. I have no idea really what it's supposed to control.
3 receipts totaling to proof I was a guinea pig for 1.5 hours.
A UCI parking ticket that was never paid or enforced.
My GRE scores. They make me cry.
A scholarship for UTD that's actually a good deal larger than the scholarship I'm getting from UCI. Unfortunately UTD doesn't have Andre.
A set of instructions and list of materials needed to build bassoon reeds.
Most Improved Band Member from my middle school band. Hoo-rah!
Tentative schedule for Marching band. This was the year we did New York Voices lol.
Another guide to success at UCI. This one was read!
A visual catalogue of Yamaha flutes, plus a printed list of Yamaha flutes (with a few highlighted and one circled). On this one, turns out my email was once calamari@access1.net hehe
An award for participating in the Regional Bands of America Marching Band competition in Las Vegas, Nevada. We came in 2nd to last place that year (16th) in our division. I remember Romel yelled at us: "If you're going to beat one band, just 1 band, make sure you beat the Sesame Street Band". They were the band that did more dancing than marching/playing music. Thankfully, we beat them. XD
A big picture of me and Mike holding a bowl of Nachos on his 18th birthday. Hell yeah! He's got his mike's life hat on lol.
Page 1 of 2 (page 2 is gone! =O) of a program I apparently copyrighted.
LOL, a guide on how to avoid arguments. Man I sound like a know it all when I wrote this, someone needed to smack some reality in to me.
50 lines about beauty
25 lines and a brief essay on Virtue.
A weak paper on the holy hierarchy.
Standardized test scores. I was in the 34 percentile for reading comprehension, but 92 percentile for history. This proves my hypothesis: I did, in fact, learn through osmosis.
An award by the city to the Black and Gold Brigade Marching band because we rocked so hard. Boo yeah.
Group picture from 6th grade camp!
The 40 dollar receipt for a program I bought for 10 dollars. Best deal ever!
A journal I kept from 2nd grade ROFL.
August 19, 1992: I like my reacotkinchlcar because it can go real fast. (reacotkinchlcar = remote control car)
August 24, 1992: I like the sea. I wish that I lived under the sea with all the amnol.
August 26, 1992: I like dinosaur because they are vyve big they are 5 stree they were so big they can rule the aus. (poor Austria, being oppressed by dinosaurs and all).
August 27, 1992: In spellin gtsst I never Mest one in secnt grade but I will mes a spelling test someday. (Christ, I was a cocky kid. How the hell did I even PASS a spelling test like that)
August 28, 1992: Today is Firday. I'm have a spelling test. I will see if I can pas my test. I maybe past my test or not. (The irony is killing me!!)
September 16, 1992: I like my house because if you didn't have a house you will be homeless if you do not know what that's mean that mean's that you have no home (man I'm glad they didn't put homeless on the GRE verbal section, I would have been screwed!)
Crap no bond.... :(
March Madness
I love all these b-ball games. I highly recommend listening/watching them when you can. This UCLA game is so low scoring game (round 2).
By the way here's my quiz results... =P
By the way here's my quiz results... =P
| You scored as Goofy. | | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Your alter ego is Goofy! You are fun and great to be around, and you are always willing to help others. You arn't worried about embarrassing yourself, so you are one who is more willing to try new things. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Abortion
Abortion is a sensitive topic amongst many. Is it killing? Is it a woman's right? I'm at a loss for words, how do you deal with such a hot topic? Hrmmm... maybe Zelda has some wise words...
Case closed!
Case closed!
Just close your eyes and imagine
Took a disney quiz from a friend's blog. The results really aren't helping my machismo.
 | You scored as Peter Pan. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up.
Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego? created with QuizFarm.com |
Friday, March 16, 2007
OVER 9000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The extra exclamation points were for quality.
If you haven't heard of this internet fad, a video's been going around for quite a while now making fun of an over dramatic moment by Vegeta (from Dragon Ball Z). It's one of those videos you either love or hate, and maybe to your chagrin I love it ;). Here's the original video, with over 9000!!!!!!!!!!!! views.
In a similar chaotic style, the recent box office release 300 had a screaming in your face moment like the above video. Here's the scene I'm referring to (it's not much of a spoiler, since the whole premise of the movie is them going to war :-P)
This scene in itself is great, but the spoofs of the scene have me keeled over laughing.
http://thisisspartaaa.ytmnd.com/
http://thisisluv.ytmnd.com/
http://threehundredrevelation.ytmnd.com/ <-- This one has another inside joke behind it.
Anyhow, the real reason for all of this build up is this picture. I saw it on the apple geeks website, it does actually seem perfect. :-P
If you haven't heard of this internet fad, a video's been going around for quite a while now making fun of an over dramatic moment by Vegeta (from Dragon Ball Z). It's one of those videos you either love or hate, and maybe to your chagrin I love it ;). Here's the original video, with over 9000!!!!!!!!!!!! views.
In a similar chaotic style, the recent box office release 300 had a screaming in your face moment like the above video. Here's the scene I'm referring to (it's not much of a spoiler, since the whole premise of the movie is them going to war :-P)
This scene in itself is great, but the spoofs of the scene have me keeled over laughing.
http://thisisspartaaa.ytmnd.com/
http://thisisluv.ytmnd.com/
http://threehundredrevelation.ytmnd.com/ <-- This one has another inside joke behind it.
Anyhow, the real reason for all of this build up is this picture. I saw it on the apple geeks website, it does actually seem perfect. :-P
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Funny Airline Quotes
These made me laugh so I wanted to put them in a place that's easy to find :-). Some suck, but most had me in fits of laughter XD
real (allegedly) funny air traffic controllers and pilots conversations
These funny conversations allegedly took place between air traffic controllers, pilots and air crew around the world. They are included here firstly and simply because many are very funny; secondly because the collection provides examples of not so great communications and relationships between 'customers and suppliers', in the context of achieving quality of customer service and service delivery. There is always room for well placed humour and/or firmness in organizational communications, but when misplaced, effective inter-group working can be undermined, especially when a little misogyny, xenophobia or arrogance is thrown into the mix. These communications examples provide a wealth of material also for for students of transactional analysis and effective rapport-building. If you know the original source of any of the unattributed amusing air traffic control discussions and pilot conversations, or you have others to contribute, please contact us. The authenticity of these alleged conversations cannot be guaranteed.
You might also enjoy the legendary funny letters to the council quotes.
A military pilot had been having difficulty with smooth landings and the crew was required to make note of the exact time the plane landed at different bases. One particular landing took several bounces before staying on the ground. The crew reportedly called up to the pilot, "Which landing shall we note for the record, Sir?" (Ack A & M Martin)
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
"TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
"Centre, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
"Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f...ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f...ing bored, not f...ing stupid!"
Control tower to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 239: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this.... I've got the little Fokker in sight."
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
A military pilot called for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter pilot that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down. "Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."
Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following:
Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"
Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."
Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war."
Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?"
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers."
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough for another one."
Allegedly the German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They, it is alleged, not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.
Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206 clear of active runway."
Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven." The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.
Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"
Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."
Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?"
Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark,... and I didn't land."
Allegedly, while taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" US Air 2771: "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"
aircraft maintenance engineers 'gripe sheets' or 'squawk reports' comments
These aircraft maintenance comments are allegedly from 'gripe sheets' or 'squawk reports' which enable/enabled pilots to report aircraft technical problems and responses from maintenance engineers. Various origins are suggested by the many different interpretations of these items, most popularly Qantas and the US Air Force, although it's highly unlikely that all these comments are from a single original source, especially given the mixture of technology featured, and that some are probably military and others not. This is not an attempt to present a factually reliable or accurate listing of these items, if one ever existed at all - it's just a list of the funniest examples. If you know the true origins of any of these please let me know.
These amusing communications illustrate the implications of using vague language, as well as the age-old potential for conflict and confusion between operational departments and functions, and the long-suffering tolerance of service and maintenance staff in support of operational personnel found in all industries.
And to give credit where it's due!
real (allegedly) funny air traffic controllers and pilots conversations
These funny conversations allegedly took place between air traffic controllers, pilots and air crew around the world. They are included here firstly and simply because many are very funny; secondly because the collection provides examples of not so great communications and relationships between 'customers and suppliers', in the context of achieving quality of customer service and service delivery. There is always room for well placed humour and/or firmness in organizational communications, but when misplaced, effective inter-group working can be undermined, especially when a little misogyny, xenophobia or arrogance is thrown into the mix. These communications examples provide a wealth of material also for for students of transactional analysis and effective rapport-building. If you know the original source of any of the unattributed amusing air traffic control discussions and pilot conversations, or you have others to contribute, please contact us. The authenticity of these alleged conversations cannot be guaranteed.
You might also enjoy the legendary funny letters to the council quotes.
A military pilot had been having difficulty with smooth landings and the crew was required to make note of the exact time the plane landed at different bases. One particular landing took several bounces before staying on the ground. The crew reportedly called up to the pilot, "Which landing shall we note for the record, Sir?" (Ack A & M Martin)
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
"TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
"Centre, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
"Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f...ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f...ing bored, not f...ing stupid!"
Control tower to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 239: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this.... I've got the little Fokker in sight."
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
A military pilot called for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter pilot that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down. "Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."
Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following:
Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"
Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."
Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war."
Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?"
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers."
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough for another one."
Allegedly the German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They, it is alleged, not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.
Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206 clear of active runway."
Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven." The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.
Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"
Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."
Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?"
Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark,... and I didn't land."
Allegedly, while taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" US Air 2771: "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"
aircraft maintenance engineers 'gripe sheets' or 'squawk reports' comments
These aircraft maintenance comments are allegedly from 'gripe sheets' or 'squawk reports' which enable/enabled pilots to report aircraft technical problems and responses from maintenance engineers. Various origins are suggested by the many different interpretations of these items, most popularly Qantas and the US Air Force, although it's highly unlikely that all these comments are from a single original source, especially given the mixture of technology featured, and that some are probably military and others not. This is not an attempt to present a factually reliable or accurate listing of these items, if one ever existed at all - it's just a list of the funniest examples. If you know the true origins of any of these please let me know.
These amusing communications illustrate the implications of using vague language, as well as the age-old potential for conflict and confusion between operational departments and functions, and the long-suffering tolerance of service and maintenance staff in support of operational personnel found in all industries.
| Technical problem or defect reported by pilot or crew. | Remedial action or answer reported by maintenance engineer |
| Something loose in cockpit. | Something tightened in cockpit. |
| Left-inside main tyre (tire) almost needs replacing. | Almost replaced left-inside main tyre. |
| Autopilot tends to drop a wing when fuel imbalance reaches 500lbs. | Flight manual limits maximum fuel imbalance to 300lbs. |
| Unfamiliar noise coming from No2 engine. | Engine run for three hours. Noise now familiar. |
| Mouse in cockpit. | Cat installed. |
| Target radar hums. | Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics. |
| Number three engine missing. [not firing properly presumably] | Engine found on starboard [right] wing after brief search. |
| Pilot's clock inoperative. | Wound clock. |
| Aircraft handles funny. | Aircraft told to straighten up, fly right and be serious. |
| Whining sound heard on engine shutdown. | Pilot removed from aircraft. |
| Noise coming from under instrument panel - sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. | Took hammer away from midget. |
| Suspected crack in windshield. | Suspect you are right. |
| IFF inoperative. [IFF = Identification, Friend or Foe.] | IFF always inoperative in 'off' mode. |
| Test flight okay except Auto-Land very rough. | Auto-Land is not installed on this aircraft. |
| No2 ADF needle runs wild. [ADF = Automatic Direction Finder/Finding?] | Caught and tamed No2 ADF needle. |
| Turn and slip indicator ball stuck in center during turns. | Congratulations. You just made your first coordinated turn! |
| Dead bugs on windshield. | Live bugs on back order. |
| Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces 200 feet per minute descent. | Cannot reproduce problem on ground. |
| Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. | Evidence removed. |
| Three roaches in cabin. | One roach killed, one wounded, one got away. |
| DME volume set unbelievably loud. [DME = Distance Measuring Equipment?] | DME volume set to more believable level. |
| No2 propeller seeping prop fluid. | No2 propeller seepage normal. Nos 1, 3 and 4 propellers lack normal seepage. |
| Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. | That's what they are for. |
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Destiny
There I was, walking down the halls of home while enjoying a my tasty treat. It was a great morsel, two slices of hardened swiss cheese smothered in mayonaise. I took a step, and a small piece of the treat fell off. Quick like an ox I swooped down and got the little piece before I even had to initiate the 5 second role. Unfortunately, in my ungraceful move, I dropped the large piece of mayonaised cheese. It flipped once mid air, then entered a 2 foot free fall with the mayonaise side facing down. The bright side of the story is the marble floor is shinier now!
Hands down, this is THE best toilet ever.
Although, this is a close second (I'm not sure how I would feel about peeing in the far right one).
In other news, a 10th grade teacher recently posed for Playboy. She's not just any 10th grade teacher, she's the most gorgeous professor that has yet to step through a k-12 institution. =O
Get a load of that back! In the words of Wayne and Garth: Whoa. The backside has always been my favorite female feature, and the picture above highlights that feature well! That specific picture was from a bikini photoshoot that got the parents of the kids pretty mad. It almost got her in a bit of trouble, but since she didn't show any nipple or cunt, the district said it wasn't their concern since it was off campus and during her off hours. Although, now that she's posed for Playboy I'm not sure where she stands. I heard she's a social studies professor, I wouldn't mind being her student in AP Art History :-D.
Her bikini photoshoot is available online.
Her Playboy photos are also available. (Although, her bikini photos look better. Her breasts look like water grenades so they're pretty scary on their own, but she puts on a few pieces of clothing they give her a voluptuous shape.)
Sorry to anyone who's offended by the links!
Something on a waaaay opposite side from above, I was surfing YouTube and by accident found this clip of Emma Watson during her younger years. Once I finish the quarter and get back from Argentina I'm thinking of reading my niece Harry Potter through Skype every night so she gets more reading practice. Anyways, this clip made me think of her. It's hilarious how Emma is being interviewed by a middle school girl about middle school gossip. It's even funnier how Emma puts up a cutesy act. HA!
Hands down, this is THE best toilet ever.
Although, this is a close second (I'm not sure how I would feel about peeing in the far right one).
In other news, a 10th grade teacher recently posed for Playboy. She's not just any 10th grade teacher, she's the most gorgeous professor that has yet to step through a k-12 institution. =O
Get a load of that back! In the words of Wayne and Garth: Whoa. The backside has always been my favorite female feature, and the picture above highlights that feature well! That specific picture was from a bikini photoshoot that got the parents of the kids pretty mad. It almost got her in a bit of trouble, but since she didn't show any nipple or cunt, the district said it wasn't their concern since it was off campus and during her off hours. Although, now that she's posed for Playboy I'm not sure where she stands. I heard she's a social studies professor, I wouldn't mind being her student in AP Art History :-D.
Her bikini photoshoot is available online.
Her Playboy photos are also available. (Although, her bikini photos look better. Her breasts look like water grenades so they're pretty scary on their own, but she puts on a few pieces of clothing they give her a voluptuous shape.)
Sorry to anyone who's offended by the links!
Something on a waaaay opposite side from above, I was surfing YouTube and by accident found this clip of Emma Watson during her younger years. Once I finish the quarter and get back from Argentina I'm thinking of reading my niece Harry Potter through Skype every night so she gets more reading practice. Anyways, this clip made me think of her. It's hilarious how Emma is being interviewed by a middle school girl about middle school gossip. It's even funnier how Emma puts up a cutesy act. HA!
Things kids should be taught in schools
5 Things all kids should be taught in schools:
* Personal Finance
* Communicating Effectively
* Social Skills
* Sales
* Time Management
Read the linked blog for exact details on what exactly each one of those mean. Individually, kids in high schools should be able to skip these if they can prove they don't need these things. Also, these classes need to be engaging in order to work. The classes are going to stink for the most part, I know I hated sitting through talks that explain these post high school, but they're necessary for kids. A graduating on average doesn't have a clue how to communicate his idea effectively the first time, nor does he know what a 401k is. If kids could figure most of this stuff out, the government would have less need to regulate its own masses.
Interpretting Body language!
Here's an interesting interview as well.
Here's some other interesting information. Whenever a person recognizes another person, they'll lift their eyebrows momentarily and involuntarily at the person they recognize. Also, men and women have different comfort zones than each other. A woman is likelier to look at the person next to them the closer they are (anything outside of 6 feet and women in general feel uncomfortable) while men will avoid looking at each other until they're farther than 6 and a half feet from each other. Something else random too: Women are comfortable with speaking at the same time, without interrupting each other. Men, on the other hand, don't feel comfortable speaking at the same time, and one will "take the floor" while the other hushes if both speak up at the same time. This is probably why men get angsty at women :-p
In other news, it turns out anti-squirrel bird feeders are really advanced. Check out this one that takes the squirrel for a loop.
This squirrel is really brave.
* Personal Finance
* Communicating Effectively
* Social Skills
* Sales
* Time Management
Read the linked blog for exact details on what exactly each one of those mean. Individually, kids in high schools should be able to skip these if they can prove they don't need these things. Also, these classes need to be engaging in order to work. The classes are going to stink for the most part, I know I hated sitting through talks that explain these post high school, but they're necessary for kids. A graduating on average doesn't have a clue how to communicate his idea effectively the first time, nor does he know what a 401k is. If kids could figure most of this stuff out, the government would have less need to regulate its own masses.
Interpretting Body language!
Here's an interesting interview as well.
Here's some other interesting information. Whenever a person recognizes another person, they'll lift their eyebrows momentarily and involuntarily at the person they recognize. Also, men and women have different comfort zones than each other. A woman is likelier to look at the person next to them the closer they are (anything outside of 6 feet and women in general feel uncomfortable) while men will avoid looking at each other until they're farther than 6 and a half feet from each other. Something else random too: Women are comfortable with speaking at the same time, without interrupting each other. Men, on the other hand, don't feel comfortable speaking at the same time, and one will "take the floor" while the other hushes if both speak up at the same time. This is probably why men get angsty at women :-p
In other news, it turns out anti-squirrel bird feeders are really advanced. Check out this one that takes the squirrel for a loop.
This squirrel is really brave.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
VENOM
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGMOGMOGOMGOMOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Original Source. Venom is here and he's fighting in the movie! I can't contain myself, I'm so unbelievably happy. I'm forsaking all of my expectations, it's kind of the same deal where we got to see Yoda fight in star wars. It was worth 2 hours of Anikin being a woman and bad love plots just to see Yoda kick some Sith ass. Actually, I feel like some Yoda right now.
BAM
Coming to you live from a gas station near you, this is pump cast news.
In the latest headlines, local Japanese residents have fallen victim to flash mobs.
Original Source. Venom is here and he's fighting in the movie! I can't contain myself, I'm so unbelievably happy. I'm forsaking all of my expectations, it's kind of the same deal where we got to see Yoda fight in star wars. It was worth 2 hours of Anikin being a woman and bad love plots just to see Yoda kick some Sith ass. Actually, I feel like some Yoda right now.
BAM
Coming to you live from a gas station near you, this is pump cast news.
In the latest headlines, local Japanese residents have fallen victim to flash mobs.
Something's not right...
I'm really confused. Radical Australian Muslims are declaring it's Un-Islamic to pay taxes. So they're actively encouraging people to tax dodge and do anything they can to avoid paying taxes. These guys in Australia really need to stop giving Islam so much bad PR, it's already under fire from radicals in the east. In all honesty, if you're shooting for ursurping your local government, do it quietly and strike when you have enough support. Which makes me wonder if they do have enough support o.O. Christianity went through a similar deal in its roots, but Christ had the makings of a politician: "Give to Ceasar what belongs to Ceasar, but give to God what belongs to God." -- Jesus (Luke 20:25). I can hear the contemporary aeitheists of his time: I'm also giving me what belongs to me!
India Tech Schools are Shutting off the Internet during the night so kids will get off their asses. School officials are complaining that the Internet is turning people anti-social. I have to agree with them somewhat, because the Internet encourages you to keep in touch with the people you know, rather than those around you. Although, my favorite quote from the article is: "Comments on student blogs make the obvious point that there are other reasons for students to stay up late and sleep through lectures than the internet." To which, I reply with this video.
India Tech Schools are Shutting off the Internet during the night so kids will get off their asses. School officials are complaining that the Internet is turning people anti-social. I have to agree with them somewhat, because the Internet encourages you to keep in touch with the people you know, rather than those around you. Although, my favorite quote from the article is: "Comments on student blogs make the obvious point that there are other reasons for students to stay up late and sleep through lectures than the internet." To which, I reply with this video.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Pedophilio Expelio!
Hrmm... the BBC is getting lazy. They're beginning to use the same pictures, and even the *same captions* between stories. LOL
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
KICK ASS!
Future Harry Potter games will require you to pronounce the spell name out loud as well as require you to flick the Wii controller correctly to cast a spell. How awesome is that!!!
Wow, there are lawyers who have souls.
Lawyers in Pakistan are boycotting the courts and have come out in protest against President Musharraf's removal of the country's top judge. The judge is known to be harsh on corrupt government officials and other officials who misuse their power in government. Sounds like my kind of man ;). This judge is brave, he's pushed for justice at his own risk when he could have enjoyed his cushioned chair in a high office, but it sounds like he's going for what's honest. Also, I have to admit, I've viewed Pakistanis as hate mongers, but this proves we're all human. It's heart warming to see those who would be comfortable fighting for justice.
This was my favorite image, 1 lawyer tailed by a horde of police lol
In other news, Israeli ambassador to Salvador has been charged with being too kinky for his own good.
Fucking kamikaze squirrels are driving electricity company nuts. If your power goes out, and there hasn't been a storm, it's more than likely that a squirrel just munched through your local power cables. This is what happens when you chop down a forest, replace a tree with a wooden power pole, then ignore the natural habitat. Are there nuts here? *nibble nibble nibble* *PZZZT* G'bye Mr. Squirrel. In misplaced revenge, home owners are guarding themselves with squirrel catapults.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
KICK ASS!
Future Harry Potter games will require you to pronounce the spell name out loud as well as require you to flick the Wii controller correctly to cast a spell. How awesome is that!!!
Wow, there are lawyers who have souls.
Lawyers in Pakistan are boycotting the courts and have come out in protest against President Musharraf's removal of the country's top judge. The judge is known to be harsh on corrupt government officials and other officials who misuse their power in government. Sounds like my kind of man ;). This judge is brave, he's pushed for justice at his own risk when he could have enjoyed his cushioned chair in a high office, but it sounds like he's going for what's honest. Also, I have to admit, I've viewed Pakistanis as hate mongers, but this proves we're all human. It's heart warming to see those who would be comfortable fighting for justice.
This was my favorite image, 1 lawyer tailed by a horde of police lol
In other news, Israeli ambassador to Salvador has been charged with being too kinky for his own good.
Fucking kamikaze squirrels are driving electricity company nuts. If your power goes out, and there hasn't been a storm, it's more than likely that a squirrel just munched through your local power cables. This is what happens when you chop down a forest, replace a tree with a wooden power pole, then ignore the natural habitat. Are there nuts here? *nibble nibble nibble* *PZZZT* G'bye Mr. Squirrel. In misplaced revenge, home owners are guarding themselves with squirrel catapults.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
This will be me some day
A rich punk is coming out of the car and going to hit a poor girl, then I will catch his hand and scream "I don't think so!". Commence some bad synthesized music and it's ass kicking time!
In the future laptops will come to you when you whistle from the couch!
And they will also repel bullet fire >:-)
Some random words from a conversation Curtis and I had a week ago that amused me :-p
In the future laptops will come to you when you whistle from the couch!
And they will also repel bullet fire >:-)
Some random words from a conversation Curtis and I had a week ago that amused me :-p
Me > by the way, I was pissed about taking gender studies because it's a silly class
Me > and I just realized, never have I been in a class with so many hot women at once
Curtis < haha
Me > ;)
Curtis < sounds like you've been wasting a precious opportunity.... hehe
Me > lol
Me > I have!
Curtis > wait wait, you've got that backwards
Me > a precious opportunity has been wasted on me
Curtis < HAHA
Curtis < you gotta be a go-getter man
Curtis < you can't just sit there and be like "come to me"
Me > lol
Me > damned axe,I want my refund. This bait sucks
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Bush is bad Juju
Mayan priests are getting ready to cleanse their ancestral burial ground after bush visits next week lol.
Man drives car, man humps car, car is happy.
A new age has arrived for masturbation!
Man drives car, man humps car, car is happy.
A new age has arrived for masturbation!
You say attacked, I say reconciled differences!
Omg LOL, Monte Python Magic Set
Ah the joys of different perspectives on media :). The BBC's title for bush's visit to Brazil (Chavez attacks Bush 'domination') gives a nice contrast to CNN's title for the same event (Bush shrugs off Chavez's taunts). Undoubtedly they're just trying to write what would sell the most papers, so the US posts something a bit optimistic while BBC appeals to its crowd's distaste for American politics.
A recent suggestion to reduce prison sentences if prisoners donate organs scares the crap out of me. Prison conditions being what they are, I can easily see a prison guard beating an inmate until they agree to donate an organ. You've got 2 choices *smack*. You can either choose to stay here for another 2 years, or donate your kidney and go home 8 months early *smack*. Which is it going to be? The people inside prisons are people too. Prisoners in China already have their organs forcibly taken from them, while they're still alive too. I don't want to see US prisoners taken in this direction >:-(
In other news, a moose wins in a 1 on 1 battle with a helicopter, and a rabbit overcomes the odds in a one on one battle with a snake. (This one needs audio for maximum hilarity =D)
Ah the joys of different perspectives on media :). The BBC's title for bush's visit to Brazil (Chavez attacks Bush 'domination') gives a nice contrast to CNN's title for the same event (Bush shrugs off Chavez's taunts). Undoubtedly they're just trying to write what would sell the most papers, so the US posts something a bit optimistic while BBC appeals to its crowd's distaste for American politics.
A recent suggestion to reduce prison sentences if prisoners donate organs scares the crap out of me. Prison conditions being what they are, I can easily see a prison guard beating an inmate until they agree to donate an organ. You've got 2 choices *smack*. You can either choose to stay here for another 2 years, or donate your kidney and go home 8 months early *smack*. Which is it going to be? The people inside prisons are people too. Prisoners in China already have their organs forcibly taken from them, while they're still alive too. I don't want to see US prisoners taken in this direction >:-(
In other news, a moose wins in a 1 on 1 battle with a helicopter, and a rabbit overcomes the odds in a one on one battle with a snake. (This one needs audio for maximum hilarity =D)
Friday, March 9, 2007
Shhh
Ahh, this made me laugh. I've never heard of a religious organization putting a gag order for being too outspoken, until today! Australian media clerics were told to STFU by the Lebanese Muslim Association, because they were making Muslims look bad. I'm not sure how much authority that association has to issue a gag order on another branch, but the article is toting the decision as if its going to have some positive effect.
Also, Australians were pretty angry when radical priests "caused uproar by likening unveiled women to uncovered meat" and "suggested that immodestly dressed women were to blame for sexual assault". Silly extremists.
Also, Australians were pretty angry when radical priests "caused uproar by likening unveiled women to uncovered meat" and "suggested that immodestly dressed women were to blame for sexual assault". Silly extremists.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Story of my love life
Right here, this bird captures it exactly.
I feel for you little guy, I just freak out all the girls I try to court anyways. I salute you!
Some guys just have to play the wing man after all ;)
I feel for you little guy, I just freak out all the girls I try to court anyways. I salute you!
Some guys just have to play the wing man after all ;)
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
I've been MIA
Sorry about the lack of posts on my side. Now I'm back in action! Time is winding down on this quarter, and I'm getting pumped for it to be over. Only one more quarter until I'm done with school!!! At least for a while, who knows about grad school.
Anywho... I saw an article the other day about internet radio being jacked in the face. I would just like anyone in the state of California know that their senator was the one who introduced the bill. To be honest I don't know all of her track record, but I'm not a big fan of this. Other than that I got nothing to report. I'll leave the crazy news stoties to Boof. XD
Anywho... I saw an article the other day about internet radio being jacked in the face. I would just like anyone in the state of California know that their senator was the one who introduced the bill. To be honest I don't know all of her track record, but I'm not a big fan of this. Other than that I got nothing to report. I'll leave the crazy news stoties to Boof. XD
Monday, March 5, 2007
Freaky
One year ago, I wrote out a plan going in to detail how this year would play out. I listed specific events, explained how to build up to them, and how the string of events would pan out to a greater goal.
I just fell on this plan again after not looking at it for 1 year, and things have manifested *exactly* (well almost, save for one item I decided wasn't necessary) the way I wrote them. This is pretty encouraging, now I think I'm going to write out a plan for how the next year is going to progress.
SIGCHI you're looking at one of 2008's next presenters!
I just fell on this plan again after not looking at it for 1 year, and things have manifested *exactly* (well almost, save for one item I decided wasn't necessary) the way I wrote them. This is pretty encouraging, now I think I'm going to write out a plan for how the next year is going to progress.
SIGCHI you're looking at one of 2008's next presenters!
What the fuck is that?
Observe the picture on this BBC article.
Honestly, tell me what the crap that is. Is that the side of someone's fat belly? Is it the signs of an obese vagina? Is it rectal view into someone's colon? Hell is it the moon colliding with the fat folds of the earth? I don't know!
Honestly, tell me what the crap that is. Is that the side of someone's fat belly? Is it the signs of an obese vagina? Is it rectal view into someone's colon? Hell is it the moon colliding with the fat folds of the earth? I don't know!
Friday, March 2, 2007
Only Switzerland
So, Switzerland accidentally invaded a neighboring city. A Swiss brigand got lost on one their training missions, and 170 soldiers marched in Liechtenstein. When asked if he was concerned about the invasion, the mayor responded: "LOL, it's Switzerland!"
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Article of the Day
Article of the Day: Canadian Defense Minister announces that alien technologies are the key to reducing global warming. It actually makes perfect sense, harnessing the earth's gravitational pulls like alien flying saucers would actually produce much less waste than the average SUV!!
Ideas wanted.
Hey people! I've been thinking about making my own website. Or just playing around with Dreamweaver again. If you have any ideas of what to make or something that you would think that would be cool or interesting, let me know by commenting on here or sending me an email at chart07@gmail.com.
Google in Human Form
My theory still holds. If it's on the internet, Nick can find it. No matter how odd.
Attention!
This is a message from the trivial broadcast system: Lesbianism is running rampant among zooed Koalas in the Australia section. Onlookers report this brings sense to the rising number of bad haircuts in the koala community.
In Mother Russia, McDonalds drives through you!
In Mother Russia, McDonalds drives through you!
And so it begins....
*Insert epic music here*
Well boys, girls, ladies, and gentlemen let the fun begin. I hope whoever is reading this gets some entertainment or news out of it. Let's be honest, nothing life changing will be posted here, but it sure will be fun! Stay tuned!!
Well boys, girls, ladies, and gentlemen let the fun begin. I hope whoever is reading this gets some entertainment or news out of it. Let's be honest, nothing life changing will be posted here, but it sure will be fun! Stay tuned!!
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