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| I cried today |
[13 Sep 2009|12:47pm] |
Not the usual single lone tear that often happens after a touching moment, but actual crying. I'd only done that once since hell week, when I'd lost my passport and thought I might be trapped in LA for a few months.
There are things I want to say, but its likely all trivial, and wouldn't change a goddamn thing.
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[06 Sep 2009|05:59pm] |
And now I'm a 4 gauge.
That is all.
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| I'm Old Gregg |
[24 Jun 2009|01:45pm] |
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I just drank Baileys out of a shoe. That is all.
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| I'm amused by two things, currently |
[21 May 2009|01:10pm] |
1) Everyone seems to update at the same time. I look at my friends page, and there's no change for hours, days sometimes. Then I come back a few hours later and find something like five posts from 3 people, and this happens all the time.
2) Project Upstream. Anyone who's encountered a fish-bot, or been trouted (or salmoned, or cohoed) should be familiar with this. If not...then go look it up, you'll likely be amused. Or you could just visit ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) themissinghat, and look at their profile. Either way, it'll explain the phenomenom.
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| Ahem |
[09 Mar 2009|12:32pm] |
I have purchased a breathalyzer. Drinking games shall ensue.
That is all.
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| Dear LiveJournal |
[02 Mar 2009|02:59pm] |
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Last night I did shrooms. That is all.
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| Hm...I'm taller than I thought I was |
[29 Dec 2008|11:12am] |
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Last time I measured my height, I got 5' 6.75". This time around, I got 5' 7.5". So apparently have been half right about my not being 5' 7".
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| Bachelor Cuisine #2: White Trash Pasta |
[28 Dec 2008|01:46pm] |
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1 package of pasta
half-can of stewed tomatoes
can and a half of tomato sauce
garlic powder
chili powder
olive oil (extra virgin preferred)
salt
barbeque sauce
Prepare pasta as normal. Mix together stewed tomatoes and tomato sauce. Add a splash of olive oil (helps keep ingredients from sticking to pot, as well as adds flavor). Add garlic powder to taste (or in my case, as much as I can stand). Add barbeque sauce to taste (bit under 3 tablespoons in my case). Add chili powder, again to taste (I like spice). Heat until simmering, pour over pasta. Serve and enjoy. Serves 1 Shiva.
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| Bachelor Cuisine: Example #1 |
[18 Dec 2008|06:51am] |
Peanut Butter & Butter Sandwich:
2 slices of bread (toasted)
peanut butter
butter
Apply peanut butter to both pieces of toast. Apply butter to outside of peanut butter sandwich. Enjoy.
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| I'm amused and annoyed |
[05 Dec 2008|08:25pm] |
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There's a band I like, except when I start to listen to the lyrics. You see they're a Christian post-rock band, and they make awesome music, but there's implied Christianity throughout all of their songs, and far more overt references in about half of em.
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| Is it sad... |
[02 Dec 2008|03:46am] |
That when I saw this:
the first thing that came to mind is, "Snails don't have sex doggy style; they do it in a modified sadomasochistic missionary position (they stab each other with sperm packets). Besides, the thought of sperm somehow making it's way through a shell is ridiculous."
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| I know why you never hear about pirate-ninjas |
[02 Dec 2008|03:45am] |
So my brain was doing its thing, which is being odd and random. In this instance, I was idly wondering who would win in a free-for-all brawl: zombies, ninjas, or pirates. I came to the conclusion that zombies would win, unless the zombies could retain aspects of their former personalities, in which case undead ninja-pirates would win.
Which led me to thinking, I always hear about ninja-pirates, and not pirate-ninjas; why is that? And after thinking about it, I had an answer: pirate-ninjas fail at life.
Think about it. The first word modifies the second, so a ninja-pirate is this secretive, subversive, weapons-wielding, martial-arts knowing pirate, who plunders and conquers using subterfuge. On the other hand, a pirate-ninja is a loud, drunken, one-eyed, peg-legged ninja...and that's not ninja like at all. No blending in with surroundings, loudness gives away your position, and the parrot's bound to be a hindrance as well.
I envision in my head, a "battle" between ninja-pirates and pirate-ninjas...except it's more of a competition. I see them going about their daily lives/professions, periodically getting into skirmishes with each other, but mostly just doing their own thing, independent of the other. And I see the ninja-pirates pwning the shit out of regular pirates...and pirate-ninjas failing as ninjas, while the regular ninjas either look on in bemusement (or horror [or disgust]), or start actively killing them because their ruining the image and pride of being a ninja. So, in a rather (social) Darwinian manner, the ninja-pirates prevail, while the pirate-ninjas are either wiped out by the other ninjas, or pick other professions (perhaps attempting to become ninja-pirates?).
And that's why you only hear about the ninja-pirates.
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| Do your goddamned research |
[02 Dec 2008|03:31am] |
I keep getting pissed off at documentaries, (with "The Universe" being the show my ire is currently being directed at). They never get the size of the visible universe right. It's generally listed as about thirteen and a half, or 13.7 billion years in radius, but that's the age, not the radius. Now, admittedly everyone gets told that when you look to the heavens, you're looking back in time, so when you see a star that's several light-years away, you're seeing it as it was several years ago.
The problem is that space keeps expanding as time goes on; Hubble's constant, dark energy, and all that jazz. Anyway, yeah, space keeps on expanding, and carrying light with it, which is how the observable universe is bigger than 13.73 billion light-years in radius (+/- 120,000,000). In fact, the current estimate for the radius of the visible universe is 46.223 billion light-years (+460,000,000/-453,000,000). At least they get the part about the visible universe not being even close to representing the entirety of the universe right (we think; there's at least one theory that the universe is slightly smaller than what we can see).
My own personal pet-peeve, which is based merely upon my own personal prejudice, is an infinite universe. It's not merely that I dislike macroscopic infinities. It's more to do with the fact that an infinite universe leads to infinite galaxies, leads to infinite stars, leads to infinite solar systems, leads to infinite parallel earths...and that just seems silly to me, to have parallel earths within the same physical universe. Fortunately, (for my personal prejudice), it would seem that we quite possibly don't live in an infinite universe.
The current value for the density parameter of the universe (re: flatness) is 1.0052 +/- .0064, with anything below 1 being hyperbolic (saddle-shaped), anything above being closed (spherically shaped), and exactly 1 being flat. Factoring in the standard deviation, we still don't quite have an answer, other than knowing that we're incredibly close to having plain old Euclidean geometry for space-time, though currently it's leaning towards an incredibly large closed universe (which my brain can wrap itself around; a hyperbolic universe is also infinite in size).
In other news, I don't have to find a new place, so much as find a place to hide whenever management decides to check out the place, and I have hiding places, so life is slightly less stressful. Huzzah.
That is all.
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A Question for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) peristaltor |
[21 Nov 2008|09:17pm] |
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Know anyone with an open couch? I've got to be out where I am in 10 days. In the two months I've been here, I've made one good friend (whose place I can stay at say once a week). Beyond that I've got nothing, nothing being no job, no job history, and no money.
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| Emergency Rations & Stellar Nucleosynthesis |
[20 Nov 2008|06:24am] |
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So we (we being my roommates, John and Kayt [and I]) have been eating "Emergency Stew" for almost a week, and we finally ran out of ingredients and/or ways to make it tasty and edible. I discovered that rice in stew is the equivalent of nickel in stellar nucleosynthesis; its addition/creation allows for a last gasp of life, but it ultimately causes the death of the stew/star. Stewed tomatoes, carrots, celery, meat, potatoes, and various spices, they all seemed to correspond to the hydrogen (pp chain & CNO cycle) & helium (alpha & triple-alpha processes) burning cycles of stellar evolution. That is, normal, routine (and in the stew's case, tasty). The addition of tomato soup seemed to be the beginning of the end: the carbon burning process. Sure, it was still tasty, but not as tasty as before, and there was the sneaky suspicion that it was only downhill from here. Tomato paste...that was the neon burning process. Random canned beans was the silicon burning process, the last fusion burning stage; a mere two weeks left in the life of the star...and about a day and a half for the stew. The combination of beans and that much tomato product seemed to convert our "Emergency Stew" to "Emergency Chili", but it wasn't quite right, so we added rice, which worked; it was surprisingly tasty, considering all the various changes that had occurred. The problem, is that the rice (and beans) eventually overcook and become this incredibly soft mush. It still retains its shape, but it's dead at that point. In addition, the rice absorbed too much liquid, which led to the tomato base sticking to the crock pot and burning, tainting the mush with a smoky, burnt flavor. With nickel, the issue is that the next step is endothermic rather than exothermic, and it's the exothermic reactions within a star's core that prevent its gravitational collapse. In both cases, it's the end. For the stew, this meant that it's officially dead, as no one wants to eat it; for the star, a supernova, resulting in a neutron star or a black hole. Fortunately, tonight's emergency ration was a lot tastier than the end-stage(s) of Emergency Stew/Chili; ramen (beef flavored) and rice, with chili and curry powders. In related news, I love Wikipedia, as I've finally discovered the processes that occur during supernova nucleosynthesis. All my textbooks merely stated that the rest of the heavy elements up to uranium were created in the supernova, but none explained how. I won't get into it here; it's more technical than I want to get into, and I figure I've written enough on stew. Plus, I can't think of any analogies, though I suppose if I leave it alone long enough, I could compare mold spores to heavy elements...but somehow it's just not the same.
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| Stolen from Fliss |
[12 Nov 2008|08:07pm] |
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If you saw me in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for? Answer me, then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.
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| Hurray for self-diagnoses |
[10 Nov 2008|09:22pm] |
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Cyclothymia: A persistently unstable mood, involving many periods of mild depression and mild elation. This instability usually develops in late adolescence and follows a chronic course, although moods may be within norms for months at a time. Mood swings are usually perceived by the individual as being unrelated to life events. The diagnosis is difficult to establish without a prolonged period of observation or an unusually good account of the individual's past behaviour. Because the mood swings are relatively mild and the episodes of mood elevation may be enjoyable, cyclothymia frequently fails to come to medical attention. In some cases this may be because the mood change, although present, is less prominent than cyclical changes in activity, self-confidence, sociability, or appetitive behaviour. If required, age of onset may be specified as early (in late teenage or the twenties) or later.
The essential feature is a persistent instability of mood, involving numerous periods of mild depression and mild elation, none of which has been sufficiently severe or prolonged to fulfill the criteria for bipolar disorder or recurrent depressive disorder. This implies that individual episodes of mood swings do not fulfill the criteria for any of the categories described under manic episode or major depressive episode.
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[08 Nov 2008|09:57am] |
There is a hollowness within, and I know not from whence it comes; I know only that I can't seem to fill it, and that it strikes when I run out of things to distract myself with; when I am alone.
And I feel alone. I know that I'm not; I have friends up and down the west coast: LA, Santa Cruz, Salem, Portland, Seattle. But I feel alone at times like these. When everyone's asleep, or everyone's left, and I've caught up with my passions and obsessions, with current events (that I care to know of), with television and film...I feel this pit, between my solar plexus and navel, and I just feel like crap. And this happens almost every night (or morning, depending), unless I'm exhausted. Worse, this isn't new; I'd get this way after Kristen went to sleep, and I'm pretty sure I did it back when I lived with mom. I've been feeling this for so long, I no longer remember when it started, or what makes it go away, or if it's ever gone away for that matter. I assume it has, for at least short periods of time, but I can't remember the causes.
Speaking of causes, I'd love to know why the hell I feel this way in the first goddamn place, because then I could maybe start dealing with it, working on it.
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