Another fresh idea

May 17, 2007So I keep talking about things I'd like to write or things I've written, you know?  I figured, "Hell, I've got a few websites strewn about the Interwebosphere, so why not toss some of them out there so that goobers who get lost after taking the wrong turn on the road to Google can have something to make fun of?"  Now I'm going to start posting my things on my websites; the URLs will be listed in a future blog; feel free to go, read, and post comments on here to make fun of them.  I will likely do so as well.

I've found that I like to come up with ideas that aren't entirely innovative, but also aren't the same as other things...sort of adaptations of age-old principles to modern-day affairs that many people with whom I have contact don't seem to think about.  I had an idea similar to these last week, so I figured I'd toss a short blurb about it onto Phusebox before I get all in-depth into trying to write about it.  Expect this to come later tonight or some time tomorrow.

Hint 1: it's about marriage, sex, pornography, God, and other such related topics from an oft-forgotten and many times misinterpreted (in my own opinion) passage from the Bible.

Hint 2: 1 Corinthians chapter X

So, when I post, I would be more than happy to have folks comment on it and/or ask questions.  It's not necessarily a full exegetical work, nor is it a staunch matter of my opinion, so things should not be as bumpy as some of my other discussions have been.  If nothing else, I'll enjoy writing the thing.

Blimey!

May 10, 2007Okay, so I got back from DC early yesterday morning.  It was a good trip that involved eating snails and squid, as well as many vegetables and rice.  Also, I got to ride in a wheelchair.  But, as I am much more of a ranter than anything else, I will now rant:

While at the Holocaust Museum, we (being my 3 friends and myself) became acquainted with a large group of teenagers and pre-teens who had come as a group.  These kids went throughout the entire museum being loud and obnoxious, talking and laughing and whatnot.  At every floor they came to, someone inevitably cried, "Another one?!?" as if it was such an inconvenience to them that, I don't know, 6 million people were ruthlessly slaughtered.  I'm sorry the Jews couldn't hold out so that these children's lives wouldn't have been so horribly destroyed.

Seriously, though...laughter?  I can understand solemnity, perhaps sadness and tears, but laughter in the Holocaust Museum?

So I had my revenge.  As I said before, I was in a wheelchair.  Whenever I heard them coming up behind me on the last two floors of the thing, I would sit still in the middle of the hallway, then, as they passed by very close to me (so I would know that they were having to move around me), I turned very quickly and hit them hard in the shins with the metal footrests; since I was in the wheelchair, they had to apologize for it.  So I did that three times and felt a little bit better about myself.


Anyway, it was a good trip, and I'm still recovering.  Ciao.

End of the world...er...semester

April 29, 2007Okay, so we're here at Exam Week, and I'm looking at Exam Day on Wednesday.  I've got my PoliSci exam that I need at least an 80 on in order to make a B; later that day, I've got my Spirituality and Counseling exam that I have no clue about, so I won't study.  Then on Thursday, I can take an optional quiz for Abnormal Psych.  That one's a funny one...

The teacher gave us a grading scale which is as follows:
There are 6 10-question multiple choice quizzes, each worth 10 points.  These points add up to earn certain grades (as many courses do, actually).  An A is 52-60 points; after the 6th quiz, I have 51.  So I'm going to go in and hopefully get one question right on the optional quiz to get an A.  I think I've got it.

Things Most Beautiful

April 22, 2007I once heard a saying that sounded something like "A man desires nothing more than that which he cannot have" or some such nonsense.  It's not true in every case, just as what I'm about to say: "Nothing is more beautiful than that which you cannot understand."

As I said, this isn't always true, and in most cases for most people, likely isn't.  However, for many people in certain areas, it rings truer than any other words.  For example, a theologian may think that God is the most beautiful thing because God cannot be understood.  I as a musician think that music is incredibly beautiful because, though I can wield it somewhat, I don't think I can every fully understand it.


On a completely unrelated note, I recently got back into writing little fiction short stories, and I'm a little optimistic about what I've come up with so far.  My only problem is that I like to toss in a lot of my own personal philosophical musings, so my stories don't make sense to a lot of people.  They are a nice diversion, though.

Life before exams

April 21, 2007School sucks.  On to fun stuff.

I got a keyboard for my birthday, which makes things superfantabulastic if I have free time, which I don't.  So late at night when I should be sleeping or something, I play keyboard and guitar and try to work towards being the awesomest thing since sliced Elvis bread with bananas and iced tea or something.

Anyway, I'm enjoying those fleeting moments of realization that I have lost a lot of my musical prowess (I didn't have much to begin with) since Easter.  EASTER!  Three weeks ago!  I can't have lost it that quickly, right?  Maybe it's because I haven't been sleeping.  And that I'm crammed into a dorm room in such a way that I have to reach a couple of feet (yes, that's about fully-extended arms) to play the piano.

Incidentally, I am improving on the guitar and have written a song inspired by the ongoing crisis in Darfur.  I put together a slide show involving propaganda pictures of children starving to death or burnt and scarred by bombs or such things.  Yes, I am going for an emotional reaction.  Anyway, I'm going to see if my church will let me do the song with the slides; I know they won't, but I can at least ask, right?  So that will be an interesting conversation.

Anyway, I'm tired of blogging at the moment.  Check ya'll later.