Oh, you haven't heard? They've removed all numbers from math...
It seems like no matter how many times I tell blogger to remember me, it can't. This is particularly frustrating because I have an eleven character password with all of the bells and whistles which make it a pain to input each time.
Last night I saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. It actually wasn't all that good. Everybody had a part that pissed them off the most. Derek's was when they went off successive waterfalls without any casualties. Mine was when Shea... Shia... LeBoo... that kid from Holes took advice from monkeys and uses vines for transportation. And then I hated magnetic gold. It seems as though Georgey-boy Lucas feels that he is entitled to poo on the childhood dreams and fantasies of multiple generations when he takes heinous liberties with the new generation of bastardic movies he has created. I wanted to graph the quality of Lucas's success, but I realized two things: 1, its too hard for no real pay off and 2, Giving Attack of the Clones any rating for quality is like trying to divide by zero. Just imagine a graph that is reasonably high until after 1989, then does an abrupt nose dive.
I'm still trying to burn through a crash-course in calculus (who is a she-devil) so that I can pass this retarded test next week. With each passing day, I am less and less excited for school to start.
Bombachus
- In honor of my bagging on George Lucas, here is a comic which I particularly enjoyed. If you don't get it, I apologize now. Greedo didn't shoot first.
- I particularly enjoy how they captured the neck fat.
- I want one of these. Click the link and you will want one too.