holy autunmal equinox batman

It's almost like the person in charge of the weather paterns was like, "hmm... i think i'd like to squeeze a few more death incuring hurricanes out of my ass, so i'll leave the summer thing going a bit longer than usual.... yeah, that could be fun. oh, the transition is supposed to be smooth? fuck that, let's throw'em right into fall." well, ok, maybe not just like that, but damn close. it was like months and months of 85 and sunny days, and now we're into just barely making it to 70 days. i'm not complaining - i like this weather. but, i do wish it was a bit more.... gradual. anyway.

I have some screenshots of microsoft windows vista (codename longhorn) for you. It's pretty cool. Check out this shot of me writing this entry:


Don't ask me how i have this software.... i'm not really sure either. Anyway. Enough about that.

Anyway, I have a lot of work to accomplish right now, so I'm gunna go do that. yeah, me work, i know, i know, stunning, stunning. enough.

-matt

Cars : Grills :: People : Faces

Have you ever noticed how cars have a look about them that is strangely animal or human characteristics? I have. Here are a few of my favorites:


The Jeep Wrangler
It looks like a bulldog - look at it with it's big eyes, upturned lip, and 2 giant nose holes. It's the pissed off, but kind of dumb look on it's face that gets me. Looks kinda like this:




Porsche 911 Carrera:

Here's another good one. This one looks distinctively european, with it's goofy looking smile that turns up just a little bit from being straight across, like this smiley: :-| It's got giant eyes that are kind of set back a little because if you were this guy, you'd be saying "wooooahhhh man we're goin fasttttt" maybe a little like this cartoon character (pardon the self drawnness)




VW Passat:
Duh, I had to do it. To me, it looks kind of like I look most of the time, I have my eyes open (lights on) but i'm generally not paying too much attention. There's a little curve of a smile on the bottom (black) grill, but it doesn't know what it's smiling at. Totally clueless. Or maybe, it's just sitting there watching you. Like stewie. Plotting. To kill you. Or mistakenly run you down when i'm too tired to see that red light.



Dodge Viper
Ok - yeah, had to do this one. It looks like a snake. A viper. What more do you need to konw. It's got a slightly larger front end than how big it is around at the middle, which is kinda like how the snake's head is bigger than it's body, or at least wider. Although, I have no idea how it ever finds anything to eat - it's crosseyed right now.

The last one:

Saturn Sky (not released yet - just saw it on the chicago auto show site)
It looks like a sportscar, but it's a little tall, and it's face looks smooshed, so it looks like an asian guy, with a pushed out bottom lip. (by the way - don't so a search for "asian" on google images. bad news) I couldn't find that one specifically, so mix this one of the girl with this one of the dude (apparantly his name is kent)


So there we have it. My car look alike contest. Essentially.

What car do you think you look like?

early morning delight

"Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you've gotta get a lotta sleep tonight. So when the buddies ask you to go play poker, you say 'yeah, I'll go' but you're only gunna stay for a few hands. But what actually ends up happening is that you play a few hands, and then a few more hands, and end up coming in a 4 in the morning. And then you gotta get up at 7 for work. But your wife likes early morning sex, so she wakes you up even earlier for that, so you don't get any sleep."

That's what I woke up to this morning on my radio, blaring at 7 am.

Stupid 8 am class.

Anyway, this past weekend, I had a party. It wasn't a bad party (we had 90 beers, we have 52 left, you do the math), and that was probably from dan playing beer pong the whole night. Sorry to bust your life's perfect record for beer pong eric, but it had to be done. it had to be done. I definitely wish more pendulums would have come - next time i have a party like that i'm planning it like 3 weeks in advance, and make them mark it down on their calendars or something.

I'm running out of time on several things. 1) Returning my iPod to apple to get a new battery put in because the class-action lawsuit requires that i do it by september 30. 2) Talk to someone at study abroad and see what options I have left at this point. 3) Well i'll be damned. I plum forgot what 3 was. I had it a second ago.

[beats head with a stick] damnit memory stop not working! My memory sucks. I can't remember anything. I really can't - i just had that thing i have to do in my head, and now it's gone. I'm even taking a memory suppliment to help me remember shit, but that doesn't seem to be working either. What the frick. Well anyway, that's just great. I'll let you know what #3 was if and when I ever figure out what that was.

I know not what weapons world war III will be fought with, but world war IV will be fought with sticks and stones
-albert einstein

(i like the italicized ending, simon)

The one where he figured 84 posts is enough to stop using the "the one where" heading...

Yeah guys, I'm getting sick of it. Every time you look at my profile, all you read is that "the one where" part, think to yourself "wow mendick's stupid," and move on. I've had enough. So, for the 85th post, I shall retire "the one where he..." R.I.P. silly friends title scheme.

I'm listening to something very weird. A bunch of months ago (probably like 6 or so), I got a wired magazine issue in the mail that had a free CD in it - it was called Rip, Sample, Mash, Share. It's filled with weird music that you've probably never heard of, nor will you ever hear of again if you don't listen to this cd. But the interesting thing about it, is that all of the music carries a copyright license that allows you to either take whatever you want from the song and do whatever you want with it (sample it, mix it, whatever) and then share it as your own, or in some cases you have to give the original artist credit. Either way, it's kinda cool that they are just kinda giving it away. Not that I would actually want to, or have the ability to do any of that, but i just think it's kinda cool.

I'm sitting outside the information science building, waiting to go into my class. Now, the reason i'm here so early is because of this:

So i show up to class at just about 2:00. I hop into the room, and look around a little bit, and see like one familiar face, and a big fat guy talking at the front of the room. I'm like, "um, maybe there's a guest speaker... but um, is there a guest class too?" So i bust out the computer, look at my schedule, and see that i'm a half hour early. And i was too embarassed to just leave the class, and go elsewhere, so i just stayed and listened for 10 minutes to what he had to say. Fun stuff huh? What would you have done - i want to know: would you have left and looked like an idiot, or would you have stayed and passed it off on being really, really late for the class?

The one where he wondered what the internet has become...

Comment spam? COMMENT SPAM? COMMENT SPAM?! You've gotta be kidding me. This is rediculous. Ok, let me draw you a little scenario. You're reading my blog entry for the day. Yay, you liked it. Yay, now you're bored. so you click on the little "view next blog" button to see another random blog, perhaps one that you'll be interested in reading. I've done it - it's pretty interesting if you're really bored. But, um, sometimes you'll stumble upon a blog that is just garbage. each entry is just filled with random keywords that look like they were pulled out of the "top 10 words searched for on google" list. It's just a place for spammers to put their product name on the web, to raise it's rank on google by linking to it (i'm assuming - correct me if i'm wrong).
Then, you go to check to see if anyone has commented on your blog, and you see that someone has anonomously posted a comment. That's cool, especially when your girlfriend is slightly tipsy and she's trying to make fun of your friend for his comment, and doesn't want to log in. no problem there. but, when it comes in the form of some dickhead spammer who is trying to get people to look at his product names and shit that he's getting paid to plaster the internet with, it's very upsetting. What is the world coming to? Why must people be constantly (and most rudely) trying to sell you something? Google has it right - put the ads off to the side, and make them relevant to what you're looking at currently. It's obviously working because their adsense software is extremly profitable for them. *sigh* i guess that's the nature of what we have created. A network that reaches to everyone, reaches to everyone we don't want to grant access, because they're going to use it for foul reasons.
Consider this: travelocity is a great utility for people planning a trip. It even gives them real-time information about how full a plane is, and what seats are empty on a given flight. But couple that information with terrorists trying to pick the most fuel heavy flight to play bumper cars with the world trade center, and you've got a great tool. The plane with the least seats left is going to be the heaviest, and going to need the most fuel before takeoff. Why don't we use that one, they might say to themselves. A network that is far reaching, and grants tons of access to many harmless people is wonderful, until it's taken advantage of by a few horrible individuals like terrorists, or in the previous example, spammers.

fucking spammers.

The one where he thinks everyone is full of shit...

If everyone in my anthropology recitation is telling the truth, the future of the world is secured. Nearly every single person in that class answered "because i want to help people" when asked why they chose their respective majors. Example: "i'm a nursing student because i want to help people." "I'm a psychology student because i wanted to help people" "I'm a pre-med student because i wanted to help people."

If everyone wants to freaking help people, why are there so many mean people in the world? I mean seriously, if you're walking down the street, you see someone struggling with their grocery bags out of their car or something, would you stop and help them? No, you would only want to help those people if you're getting paid by them to help you. It gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside to help them, but only once you have recieved your payment.

ugh, it just doesn't make sense.

of course, maybe they just didn't want to say "cause i want to make money, and i've heard doctors make a lot of it" to the anthropology researcher who probably has to beg and plead for grants just to do research - well anyway. that's all for today.

The one where he realized he was strange...

I've noticed that i'm strange. here's what my mornings look like:

I wake up, snooze, because everyone knows snoozing is by far the most amazing thing in the world, second only to actually sleeping. I stumble out of bed, and into the bathroom, where i begin to start my showering regimen. It is right after i turn the water on, and place the bath mat on the floor, that i realize that i have left my fucking towel in my bedroom. so i hobble back into my room, grab the towel off the door angerly, and go back into the bathroom. i take my shower slow, and with hot water (as to make sure i can't see myself in the mirror when i get out. by the time the fog clears away after i have returned to the bathroom to do other assorted tasks, i can then see myself, but at that point, i shall be wearing pants).

after the shower, and the return to the bathroom, i start my tasks. i begin with the contact application on the eyeball. this sucks. i hate it, because a little spec of something, or a little piece of fiber from my towel always ends up in the contact case, and onto the piece of plastic i'm about to insert into my eye. so, i try to put it in, but it folds over. i try again, and succeed, but this time, that little piece of dust or fiber is now wedged between my eyeball and the piece of plastic, creating a feeling that can only be described as "like sandpaper on genitals."

The next step is the "doing of the hair" - (might i note, that this is after i go back into my room, apply deodorant, and put on a shirt, because after the "doing of the hair," there is no going back and changing shirts, as there would be a "messing up of the hair" due to the tight t-shirt collar. the only exception to this is if the shirt is of the buttoning variety, and can be undone and redonned without commiting a "hair foul") This is a very intricate process where i apply hair gel to my hands, rub them together a bit for an even glaze on my hands, and then apply to the hair. lately, i've needed to do a bit of extra "rubbing in" to my hair, as it has not been cooperating, so by doing the extra rubbing, it dries the gel, and makes things a bit more manageable, but more of a "dry, frizzy" look.

Now that the hair and the upper seciton of me is completed, i move on to the lower section. I love pants. seriously, i love jeans, and pants, and stuff that covers my whole leg. but, at times, such as 90 degree days, pants are not appropriate. so i strap on a pair of shorts. but i go through the entire day wishing i was wearing pants. i do - that's weird.

footwear really isn't all that interesting, so i'll skip that.

so as i'm walking out the door, i give myself a quick glance just to make sure things are in place. usually, i'll frown at my hair, and grab a hat, and keep that on for the rest of the day, when i will continuously take off and put back on, which causes the hair on the front of my head to all come to a point, so that when i take off my hat i have a nice little V of hair on my forehead. extremely stunning.

that was fun - hope you enjoyed.