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September 11, 2011

Last week I went climbing seven times in seven days. Today, it feels like my fingers are broken. I'm thinking it comes from hitting the same 11.a twice in two days and not being used to it. That, however, won't be much of a deterrent from going this week. It is about all I do anymore.

Work has been work. Some days are better than others. Some days feel like weeks, others feel like minutes. There is plenty to do, but often it is just that after a whole day of working, there isn't a lot of visible progress. At that point, you just have to step back and say, "I swear I worked all day, even if I don't have much to show for it." 

David and I went shooting on Saturday, and the surprising lesson of the day was that the AK-47 can easily pinpoint a tiny cup from 20 yards. Dave and I played "Top Shot" and through a series of challenges, I prevailed. Luckily, there was no shotgun challenge, otherwise I would have been annihilated. 

September 16, 2011

Today, no work. Instead, David and I worked on building a floating candelabra for my madre's haunted house. 

HaHA!

For some reason, whenever I'm bored, I never think to post to this thing. Except for right now. Right now I just remembered.

Dave sold Derek and I some cards for a nursing thing fundraiser. Last night we went to Trafalga with them and each got two free games of mini golf. We didn't play our games sequentially, we played six balls at the same time. These were the rules:

1. If you were playing on an odd-numbered hole, you shot one ball, then the other. After you, somebody else did the same thing and the hole was played in this fashion.
2. If you were playing an even-numbered hole, you shot one ball, then the next player went, and the loop continued in that fashion.
3. If you were playing a prime-numbered hole (and later perfect squares as well) you had to shoot both balls at the same time. This rule supersedes the previous rules when determining the style of hole.
4. If somebody gets a hole-in-one on a prime-numbered hole, they got to shoot all six balls simultaneously on the next prime-numbered hole.
5. Bad-Ass points are awarded for doing something awesome.
6. Dumb-Ass points are awarded for doing something stupid.
7. Dick Treason can be called if you rob somebody of a shot within 6 inches of the hole.
8. The 18th hole is treated as prime if a hole-in-one is made on the 17th hole.

It seems like there were a few more rules that were made up, but you get the idea. Also, if you're reading this, you were also likely there...

This semester sucks. Capstone needs to go away. It is one semester too long. I've been spending a lot of time down at USS and we had a design review last week where we were told "you should be afraid of not finishing." I don't really care.

Geophysics isn't too bad. The teacher isn't too spectacular, but she does try to make it interesting. The class's redeeming quality is that the class number isn't preceded by "ME EN" making it a change from the standard I've been experiencing for the past four years.

Tonight, Dave is hosting "Geektober" which is odd, because it is February. "Geekuary" really doesn't have the same feel to it though.

The distributor that I use for my weaponry is currently out of stock of anything and everything that interests me. It is a bit of a pain in the ass. I can't say that I am overly pleased with the fact that I have no guns to sell right now. I have my AK, but as indicated, it is mine and I won't be selling it anytime soon.

I have posted a picture of a magazine that I created. The last gun that I sold initially came with two mags and a hard case. I sold it with one mag and no case, but for less than I initially intended. I did this to one of the mags and quite enjoyed the project.

Yes, you could hide amongst a herd of zebras and nobody would even know you were there...

Also, I've decided to post a picture from last September, when Derek and I went off on a grand adventure around the world. It is entitled "Derek Picked Horrible Breakfast, So He Can't Criticize Brian For Horrible Dinner"

This was at breakfast. Derek carried a similar expression at dinner.

Bombachus

• I'm gonna live forever!

The Final Stretch

So I'm simply going to give a rundown of what happened last semester with the classes. If you need to brush up on what the predictions were, you can read about them here. <- You can click on that...

• Capstone: Sucked. My group was pretty horrible. I've learned that MET's for the most part are useless. There is nothing that they can do that a mechanical engineer can't do better, faster, and more efficiently. I thought it was going to be fun, but I was very, very wrong.
• System Dynamics: Wasn't too bad. I understood the material for the most part and did fairly well in the class overall. I didn't necessarily enjoy it, but I had a really good professor.
• Fluid Systems: Great professor, loved the material, got destroyed on the tests. I felt like a hero walking into the exams, and felt like the stupidest peasant walking out of them. I still did alright in the class.
• MEMS: Didn't enjoy the class as much as I thought I was going to. I really had a lot of fun and learned a lot in the weekly labs, but the coursework was less than pleasurable. I threw a hail-mary on the final which worked out and got me a good final grade.

Now for this semester...

• Capstone: Crappy as crap could be. I can't wait for this to be over.
• Geophysics: Supposedly the biggest fluff class you can take as a mech. I'm taking this just to be able to get an A in...
• Heat Transfer: One of the hardest required classes for a mech. I'm not actually too worried about it.
• Gas Turbine and Jet Engine Design: This class has a 99.8% chance of getting dropped. I will keep it as long as I need 12 credits. If I don't, goodbye. I would really enjoy the class and the material, but I am ready to be done and want to wash my hands of this degree.

Christmas was really fun. I got a remote helicopter which as been more fun than ever imagined. Derek and I have played a week's worth of Donkey Kong. I went out shooting with a bunch of friends on my birthday (Mark, Grant, Brent, Derek, Dave) and did basically nothing for New Year's. Oh, and I got a new calling at church. I'm an assistant ward clerk. I deal with money. Simple enough.

Also, I'm buying an annual pass to Disneyland this year.

...or Puff the Magic Dragon

Today is Thursday. This means:

• Community
• 30 Rock
• It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
• Burn Notice
• The Office
• Bones

It is a horrible night for productivity (which is a lie). I don't usually watch any of these shows on Thursday night. I usually "DVR" them and watch them on Friday and Saturday.

So I just took a three hour break from writing this to finish up some homework. I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly realized what I had to do to finish a project that I've already spent about 7 hours on. Myself and some comrades at school had to do some work with supersonic flow and produce some experimental and theoretical results. Experimental was easy; theoretical wasn't. We couldn't figure out how to get the data we needed from what we had. I realized in about one second tonight what I tried to figure out for two hours yesterday. However, after realizing it, it took me three hours to do it.

Speaking of school projects, here are some images of some of the cooler things I've had to do at school so far this year.

• This is an analysis showing the speed of air coming off of an airfoil (wing). The redder, the faster. You see all the blue? That is where the air pretty much is stopped and just hangs out behind the wing. This is for Mach 8, and and 8 degree angle of attack. That means that it is moving 8x the speed of sound and pointed 8 degrees above the horizon.

• This is what I just did. These are contour lines showing air pressure as it moves across a shock wave. Shock waves happen as supersonic air (Mach > 1) suddenly goes subsonic (Mach <>

• These are little, tiny switches. We made them by depositing various liquids, selectively hardening parts of those liquids and desolving other parts, over and over. Each of the longer switches is about 100 microns long (which is less than 0.005 inches). There really isn't even anything you can give for comparison. Just imagine that if you stacked 200 of these switches from end to end, you'd still be under an inch.

There has also been a lot of code writing, but nobody wants to see that. Nobody wanted to see this either, but this is what you get.

Call of Duty: Black Ops came out last Tuesday. Since getting it, Derek, David and I have wasted quite a bit of time with it. I'm currently enjoying it more than I remember enjoying modern warfare, which is saying a lot. The campaign is confusing, but it is supposed to be. There's a bunch of shadowy crap going on and you're supposed to figure out the over-arching theme. Its fun. Also, it has uncle gazpacho, which is fun.

But it comes with a free frogurt! That's good! The frogurt is also cursed. That's bad! But it comes with a free choice of toppings! That's good!

Alright, these are the cool stories that have happened as of late:

I went climbing 4-ish times last week. It was pretty spectacular.nthrope last one was even a multi-pitch climb where I had to belay Jon and Dave from the top. Way different. Way fun. One of the other times held a great story which will be told in conversation form...

(Jon climbing, me belaying, Dave wandering)
"HEY GUYS! THERE'S POT OVER HERE!!" - Dave
"Really? Like, just growing?" -Jon
"No, in Dixie cups. Five of them." -Dave
"You sure? Bring one over. I want to see if it is" -Brian
*walk, walk, walk*
"Yup, that's pot." -Brian
"What should we do with it?" -Jon
Then all sorts of ideas evolved, none of which I shall post here. The final idea was great. Lets leave it at that.

We had a poker game on Friday night. Me, Derek, Jon, Mike, Maile, TJ, Kelli, and TJ's baby. Yeah, they brought the baby. Further, TJ brought World of Warcraft and "ran a bot" during the entire poker game. It wasn't that he was running the bot, but more of the fact that he was doing all Kelli's work (betting, blinds, shuffling, dealing...) since she had the baby, and that he was actually playing WoW more than letting it just run. Way frustrating. Also, the game was 8.5 hours long. We finished at 5:30 in the morning. I won, and it became worth it. Derek would have won if he had waited for Mike and I to call his "all in" bet before showing us that he had four of a kind...

Froyo (AKA Android 2.2) "came out" yesterday. This means that somebody found where Google was harboring it on their site, gave the world access to it, and now we don't have to wait for the OTA update. Now it can act as wifi hotspot, tethered modem, supports flash (except hulu [bastards...]) and all sorts of other bells and whistles. It is really sleek now. It runs faster and is just continuing its overall awesomeness. Last night I started downloading stuff over its wifi-ness and it got about 1.8 gigs in 3 hours. Not great, but gets the job done. What do you expect from a phone anyway?

My sleep schedule is broken. I was up until about 6 this morning, then got up at 9. I slept until 3 yesterday afternoon after going to sleep again at about 6 am. I got up at around 10 the day before (which was early), after going to bed at 4 the night before. To recap...

If I was going to bed at 10 every night, and waking up at 6 every morning, these are the time zones I lived in:

Thursday night: went to sleep in Vanuatu

Friday morning: woke up in Samoa

Friday night: went to sleep in Japan

Saturday morning: woke up in the Philippines

Saturday night: went to sleep in Japan (again)

Sunday morning: woke up in Hawaii

None of this accounts for daylight savings time. I just counted timezones. It seems like I've been spending a lot of time in the pacific.

Bombachus

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• There's an XKCD about the shifting timezones thing (which is where the idea originated) but I can't seem to find it.

Show Me Your Moves!

I have come to the realization that blog posts are replacing facebook updates as I catalogue my life. Here is how it goes up to now:

Took two finals today. Thermo and Aircraft. I did well with one, I got routed by the other. Although thermo wasn't exactly my intended course of study, I have come to realize that I am naturally pretty good with it. I got an A- in my first thermo class (last spring) and I will likely get an A- in this one too. Aircraft... I will likely get a B- or so, which isn't bad considering that the teacher was a fool who never taught us anything useful in the class. Everything I learned, I gleaned from arduous hours of homework as I battled to comprehend what the hell was going on.

I finish the semester's battle on Tuesday.

Right now, I am waiting for David to finish his business so that we can go to Walmart. He has to buy some shirts for Disney World and doesn't want to spend a load on DC/name-brand crap. My favorite shirts are the few that I have with no logos/icons/anything on them. I'm no slave to society. Speaking of which...

Oh, the cylon is great. I'm pretty sure that Zeus descended from Mount Olympus, created LeBron James, programmed and compiled Pandora, and promptly went back. I stream Pandora roughly 6 hours a day, which over a month comes to 180 or so hours. Recently, more attention has been paid to rating (thumbs up or thumbs down) the music that it selects for me. Like SkyNet, it is slowly learning who I am and what I approve of. Every time I add a new artist to my current "Radio Station," I have to make sure that it doesn't pollute my ears with garbage, but it has been doing really well lately. There is usually only one or so "Who do you think you are?" moments per hour.

Alright, so we went to Walmart and then to Hillier's. We had another "Finals Olympics" event. Hillier and I purchased some herring filets and sardines. The event was simply to eat them. Everybody who did won a gold medal. I won; Hillier won; Dave gets an honorable mention.

Current medal count

1. Brian: 3 Golds
2. Hillier: 2 Golds, 1 Bronze
3. Isaac: 1 Silver
4. Forbes: 1 Plastic Case with Poo inside

Bombachus

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I'm currently studying for a thermo test, but I need a mental break. I've decided to relate the best story I heard last week.

My mom went to pick up Olivia (who just turned 2 in January) early one day last week. As she was bringing her back to Orem, my mom asked her if she was hungry and what Liv wanted. She replied "french fries," to which my mom said "They don't make french fries this early, but we can get you something just like french fries." The plan was to get hashbrowns, and Dave even decided to sell the fact that they're round french fries. So they get them, and Dave says, "Look, they're round french fries," and Olivia replies, "No, these hashbrowns."

Clever girl.

Guess Mine...

I am studying for a math test that I have tomorrow. I have pretty much lost all sanity. There is almost no use in studying anyway, seeing as how this will be a sheer test of IQ. It will just be a quantization of how well you can wrap your brain around an obscure question and answer it. I'm pretty screwed. So here is a list of my friends and which superheroes they would be and why

• Dave- Gambit (because he gambles too much)
• Derek- Ghost Rider (because of just how bitchin' he rides that scooter)
• Stennett- Silver Surfer (because he's from a far off place with a whole surfing-thing going on)
• Hillier- The Hulk (because of how he explodes with rage while playing basketball)
• Forbes- Captain America (because he's dead)
• Gabi- Green Lantern (because I don't know what the hell he actually does)
• Harward- The Tick (because he's big, friendly, and when he's there, you KNOW he's there)
• Andrew- Spider-man (no real explanation needed)
• TJ- Human Torch (because he believes himself to be awesome)

Okay, back to math.

*Edit: Stennett complained, so now he's Batman.

The Maw

Finals week starts tomorrow, and this is how it is all going to go down for me.

• Monday: Likely take the instrumentation final. Timed: 3 hr.
• Tuesday: Scheduled electrical engineering final. Timed: 3 hr.
• Wednesday: Scheduled machine design final. Timed: 3 hr.
• Thursday: Only real chance to do the statistics final. No time limit.
• Friday: Scheduled proofs final. Timed: 3 hr.

If any of you were with me last April, you might understand that I am ecstatic that 80% of my finals have 3 hour time limits (and it is bad form to pluralize units if they are abbreviated. You don't write "12 ins, 15 mis, etc.") since my differential equations final took me 6 hours to complete. I took it on a Friday, and I spoke with a kid before I took it who said that he just walked out after four hours without finishing. It was mind bottling that somebody would deliberately not finish a final, but after I took it, I understood.

I get to takes some notes into two of my finals, so I am working on those. I've never been more appreciative of 4-6 pt fonts before in my life. Too bad we can't take in microfiche with us.

Liver destruction continues with Dr. Pepper this evening.

I really appreciate the option on the facebook homepage that lets you hide stories that you don't want to hear about. Anybody who takes tons of quizzes or posts crap that I don't like gets hidden, and I never have to see or hear from them again. It is probably better than the defacing the sprees that I went on during the baseball playoffs. Removed a lot of 'friends' those few weeks...

I'm currently on a "Killers" kick. Although, they have more than one album, they might as well not. It all goes downhill after the first one. There are still a few good ones, but very few.

I just noticed that the authors of my instrumentation book are Figliola and Beasley. It is funny because I am currently working on a side-project that we call "Beesley." Also working on another called "Elf" and another that I am just going to call "Saga." Code naming things makes even the most boring of things seem interesting. Oh the things we do to keep ourselves occupied. Discreet Fourier Transforms are so awesome, aren't they?

Saturday is the ward Christmas party. (Just had to do a little HTML edit to fix my font) This will be the first ward activity that I have ever gone to. It should prove to be quite entertaining. Bowling at the WILK and then ice skating. I asked Dave if we could try and Iron Lotus while there. He said no. Good choice.

Bombachus

• Looks more like a Rick Hamburger Bun

Well, enough time has been adequately wasted. Time to get back to work.

Unity

Isaac and I just came up with units for some aspects of life that need quantization.

Trustworthiness: 1 Oț
Awesome Personality-ness: 1Ow
Attractiveness: 1 Sy
Insanity: 1 Ni
Irrationality: 1 Kr
Self-righteousness: 1 Ka
Fakeness: 1 Sk
Pimpliness: 1 Gr
Sexual Ambiguity: 1 Ty
Loudness: 1 Hw
Coolness: 1 Fz

There may have been more, but I can't recall. Also, the person for which these units were named have 1,000,000 of them as a standard. For example, Grant Harward had 1MHw, and as a comparison, Dave would have maybe 500 KHw.

Pioneer Children Sang as They Walked

I am about two hours away from an 4.5 day weekend. It's pioneer day (aka Mormon Christmas), and BYU is generous enough to give Friday off so that we might celebrate. In all honesty, I'm about one hour away from this glorious break from all things scholastic. I'm sitting in linear algebra (been here for 3 minutes) and I've already plotted an escape. I turned in my test (it was a take home) and listened to some kids complain a bit about how hard it was. I laughed. It was easy. I hate this class, but it is easy. Hooray for (previously taken) technical electives.

I just gave a presentation in my English class. The professor gave me a 50+/50. I'm going to be honest: I don't really know what that means. I am hoping for imaginary extra credit. I have never had extra credit in college before. I'm excited.
On the first day of this class, one thing was really clear: if the teacher likes you, you'll do well. The molester and I made sure that she knows who we are, and that she likes us. Don't get me wrong: the presentation rocked. I'm not demeaning its quality. I just think that the teacher liked the fact I spoke about Christian Bale.

If you go back to an older post, you'll see how I feel about eigenvalues. That is what we are talking about in lin alg today. Awesome...

In the spirit of my math homework taking me 15 minutes to complete, I have had a bit of free time on my hands as of late. Unfortunately, this free time usually comes while all my friends are at work. Here is what I do with it:

• Burn Notice*
• Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles**
• Lost***

I am thinking of starting up the final season of Prison Break due to the (**) reasoning at the bottom.

I've also spent an ample amount of time taking apart old phones and seeing what I can make from their innards.

Derek took me to go get shave ice two days ago. It was... poor. Well, the ice itself was great. I just somehow picked the nastiest cocktail of horrendous flavors. I have come up with a plan of how I can avoid that situation next time I go. Here are the steps of the plan:

1. Let Derek order first
2. Order the exact same thing
3. Eat it

For all you avid readers, I might be moving over to wordpress soon.

*We finished season 2 of Burn Notice in about 3 days
**Dave is a butt
***Recently started up again after hiatus

Staying Busy...

Here's what has happened over the last little while.
Last week I spent about 2 hours in my linear algebra class. There are 6 hours per week that I could spend in class. Monday and Wednesday I went for half of it and left. I didn't even go on Friday. I decided to go biking with Dave and Andrew instead....

We went up to Squaw Peak to bike down it. There is this nice little trail that starts up above Hope Campground that takes us down and lets us out where Orem Center Street intersects with University Avenue in Provo. It's really quite nice. You can just ride all the way home from the top of the trail. Said trail is pretty casual. It doesn't take a lot of effort and it isn't hard to avoid crashes. That having been said...

I crashed. Hard. One of the worst of my life on a bicycle. I'm not 100% sure what happened, but something sure did. I'm going to guess that I went about 5 feet forward and about 4 feet down (6.4 ish feet total travel). I landed on my right shoulder and elbow. There was a good amount of blood mixed with dirt. A shirt was ripped, and there were rocks in my shoulder. I had to dig out 6 little pieces of rock when I got home. The most painfully excruciating part was actually the hydrogen peroxide that made my entire arm above my elbow feel like it was being subjected to a chemical burn.

Friday night, Dave, Hillier and I all went to Cabela's. Hillier was going to buy a 20 gauge shotgun. We found a nasty wallet on the way. I picked it up. It was gross. It was on a freeway off-ramp. What do you expect?

While at Cabela's, Hiller was mocked by the salesman, who basically told him that "20 gauge shotguns were for little girls." Okay, it wasn't said exactly like that, but that is the impression he gave to us. Hillier said "Oh yeah, well I already have a 12 gauge and I'll use it to kill you and all of your family, so sell me the *&^%ing gun!" Okay, he didn't say it exactly like that, but that is the impression he gave. The first thing that the old man told us was that if we have a concealed carry permit, it was no good this late at night because the BCI was closed and Hillier would have to pay the $7.50 background check anyway. He decided against buying the shotgun that night.

We all went from Cabela's to Canfield's house. I had never been there before. It was a lot of fun. His mom is... interesting. She is unlike anybody I've ever met before, but she was fun. She stayed and talked with us for about 2 hours, but it was enjoyable. They are just all around good people. I like good people. While we were there, I got to drink some kind of blueberry juice. The only reason I picked that particular type of juice is because Hillier said "Man, if I had seen that I would have chosen that instead." So, I was like "Take that!" and chose that juice just to spite him. It wasn't that good. The more I think about it, the more I believe he just tricked me into choosing it. Here is a rundown of the people who were there that night:

• Me
• Hillier
• Gehmlich
• Canfield
• Dave
• Farnsworth

I linked all of the names to their facebook pages. Why did I do this? Because I can.
It was fun. There is a fact about the Romania Bucharest Mission: we are the tightest mission to ever grace the face of God's green earth. I have never spoken with anybody who stays in touch with former mission buddies like we do.

While over at CL's house, Ty told me that Kris Johnston passed away just a few days ago. The funeral is actually right now, and I have to be sitting in my math class, not paying attention. The professor told us that he was going to be giving us the test today, so that is why I am here. Turns out that he lied. He is giving it to us on Wednesday instead. I'm kinda mad. I also forgot about it over the weekend until Ty asked if I was going this morning. I wish I had gone. Here is a bit of background on Sora Johnston:
She is the second from the bottom right. This is one of my favorite mission pictures because it has a lot of my favorite mission people in it. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot who are missing too...


On Saturday, Hillier and I went on a spiritual quest, which is always fun. We then decided to back to Cabela's for him to get that shotgun. We took Harward this time. On the way up, we helped Hillier plan his priesthood lesson. It was about what guys look for in girls. We had a pretty good list going. Hillier got the gun, and we went back to his house. We talked with Hillier's mom and dad for a few hours, which was fun. We shared a lot of mission stories that probably shouldn't be shared with a mom. She was cool with it though. One of my favorite things that his dad said was before we left to Cabela's. Background: Hillier's mom didn't really want him to buy a shotgun. Hillier's dad asked before we left "You guys headed up north?" and Mark replied "Yup," and we then left. Right as soon as we were out of the door, I asked Mark "Was that code for 'are you going to Cabela's" and Mark just replied "Yup." And I thought it was hilarious.

We then went down to Harward's apartment and hung out for a bit. Amber came. So did Derek. We all just talked for a long while, before going out separate ways. It may or may not have been simply a day of talking with friends in just a whole lot of different locations.

Sunday came. I was going to go watch Hillier teach that lesson to Relief Society in his ward. I decided it would be extremely awkward to be the only guy in there who wasn't teaching. I decided to take off and go to my parents ward for sacrament meeting. I then went home, and fell asleep for a bit. Dave and I watched Burn Notice, which just might be one of the best shows on television. There was a lot of nothing that was done today, but the day was still full. I got a lot of homework done starting around 21:00 and watched "Be Kind, Rewind" with Dave. It was kinda dumb.

There is your rundown of my weekend.

New Slate

I know, I know, it has been a while since I have posted anything real. Here is the epic saga of my life for the last while (in no particular order):

• I finished last semester. Thermo went well (A- in a 300 level course, I will take that any day of the week). C++ did not go so well....
• I went paintballing with Derek, Dwillard, Hillier, Harward, Mike, and Mike's buddy Matt. It was glorious beyond comprehension. Here are some of the highlights: creative 4 letter combos, the GPS system, and the KFC lady seductively trying to sell us chicken.
• Adventures of various sorts. :)
  

There really isn't anything else to talk about. Sorry for not being clever. If you really need something to enjoy, here is a video of a baby porcupine eating a banana.

Pols Voice

Last week was really long, and the weekend wasn't long enough. I had the intention of getting a lot of homework done and to study for some upcoming tests, but I did neither. I will instead spend this week having no fun at all. I have banned myself from facebook for a week. I don't know if I will succeed at holding to that, but I will try. There really isn't much of anything to say.



Bombachus

• Hey! Look! Listen! There is a new kinda of pasta. It said that it was sea shapes, but I disagree.
• This photo's caption is "Dave is his own loan-shark 2." He again just finished telling us how he borrows money from one of his accounts and uses it for things which it was not previously intended.

There are >12 Cylon Models.

So, it is Sunday afternoon and I need to start studying physics and math. Why? Because I have a few tests this week. It seems as though all my classes like to correlate when they give us tests.

Dave got a Mr. Jass television. It is quite nice to sit down and watch Dahl's sequel to the BFG. Speaking of which (Derek, cease reading here unless you've seen it), Daniel (#7) could be one of the following people:

• Starbuck
• Baltar
• Somebody else

I will go as far to guarantee he is one of those.

Yesterday was Valentines Day. I watched Jurassic Park. Not usually what people think to watch on Valentines.

In the hunt for pictures or things to post. I found this from the mission. Owens had some mittens that got a make over. This is what they looked like after Nina got a hold of them.
Bombachus

• This really made me laugh.

Mittens ≥ Gloves

This just happened. It was really funny as it was happening, then subsequently less funny as time goes on. Dave knows how to graph the level of funniness as a function of time (Hint: it has a negative slope)

"Do you guys sell, like, mittens?" -Dumb Girl

"Yeah, they're right there, you were just standing next to them." -Me

"Oh, no, these are like gloves"

"Except for those mittens right there on the end... those are like mittens"

"No, I mean like mittens"

"By definition, those are mittens"

"No, I mean like, wool ones"

"Oh, then no, we don't sell mittens"

I then laughed after she left, and told Dave about it.

The Lion King: To Be Successful, Sometimes People Got to Die

This entry is dedicated to the ever diligent D-Mac. He has been bugging me to update my blog for eons, and now I finally am. Hooray to all of my diligent readers. All two of you.
So, nothing really too eventful has happened over the past weeks. I got a B- out of my math class. I initially thought that I was going to have to retake it, but no; I get to move on. What more, I can still minor in math. I have one more beastly math class, then I have two which shouldn’t be too bad. They might even be kinda fun.

Oh, Forbes got married yesterday. Congrats buddy. I got to go to the ceremony and the luncheon. It was actually really fun. The night before we went, Hillier, Stennett and I all played pass the pigs and watched Pastor Melissa Scott. It was great. We have also set up a Super Nintendo and played Super Mario World. Again, great.

I bought another Nixon. David is a bad influence. So is Whiskey Militia. Speaking of which, I need to find my Δ because there is a fancy little place here in the mall that offers unlimited batteries for 5 years. This is beneficial for the following reasons: 1. The Δ batteries are about $20 a pop, and 2. They need to be Δed about once a year.

Bombachus

• This is the worlds largest Liger. This is the world's most famous Liger.
• 7 Classic Disney Movies That Taught Us Terrible (Awesome) Lessons

3,2,1 and I'm having fun.

It's late. I know. Shut up. What more, I am too lazy to find my glasses, so I have to be about a foot away from the screen to see what I am typing. If I wanted to, I could go into a long dissertation about what is wrong with my eyes (thank you stupid physics class), and you know what, I don't want to. It has something to do with my 'farpoint' which you don't need to know if you are building rockets.

Work today wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was expecting it to be a mad house, but really, not too bad. Carrie (our second-cousin-once-removed-divided-by-e-raised-to-the-x-over-the-integral-of-thirty-times-sine-squared-x-dx-from-zero-to-pi-fourths [that integral should look fairly familiar to somebody who recently used it to express his mood]) (actually, she is only our second cousin according to wikipedia right here) ummm... is cool? I kinda forgot where I was going with that. Oh, and she is getting married next June or July. Cindy, don't say anything. Dwill and I aren't sure yet. There is a calorically suicidal cheese on a stick which is bet on it. I am pretty sure I am going to lose.

Here are the important events of what happened today:
1. I bought a camera. It was marked for $400 off. It was awesome.
2. I visited Derek. He had great stories. He wrote a poem about chocolate milk. It was awesome.
3. I talking with Gabi for the entire drive home from Salt Lake. It was mostly a BS session. It was awesome.
4. Dwill and I each got 100 oz of Mountain Dew and watched Monk. Again, it was awesome.
Oddly enough, the most disappointing thing about the day was a Monk episode where they talked about changing the theme music back (long story) but then they didn't. Not awesome.

Oh, and we have gone international. Buenos Dias Nina. And I am sincerely sorry to the poor man in England who stumbled onto this site by accident. He opened two pages, but only stayed on for 19 seconds.

I found my glasses so that I could sit up and type. Take that world.


Bombachus

• A la Dave. This made me laugh really, really hard. I was full of Mountain Dew at the time. Not a good combo. Still, really, really funny.
• Wanna see something weird? Sorry for wasting your time if you clicked on the Wikipedia link and now are seeing all you cared to find out about. Anyway, I know somebody who is their own second cousin once removed. I was going to draft you proof, but anybody who knows what I am talking about can do it on their own. If you notice, there are two slots for "second cousin once removed." One in the right-most column, and one in the adjacent column. If you try it out, it works both ways. One if you start through the father and one if you start through the mother. It is truly amazing... and weird.
• Por Dave. Uh, nope. Changed my mind. Now you'll have to wait to see what it is.