Musing

Official Poll of the Week brought to you by "Thursday" (motto: It doesn't get any more dull than this) Assuming for a moment that Scott Peterson is guilty of killing his wife (who was 8 months pregnant when she disappeared in December of 2002): Should he be tried for a single homicide or a double homicide?

"And all of a sudden...there it was." (This goes out to all of you who have ever ran into a parked vehicle) My Aunt Lisa used to live in an apartment complex in Plymouth. Next door to this complex was an old bank building which had been standing vacant for maybe five years. My cousin (Aunt Lisa's son) Jason and I used to play in the bank's old parking lot all the time - cops and robbers, running races, the whole deal. On one particular birthday, he got a new ten-speed, and passing me his mom's bike, we proceeded out to the lot where I hoped to prove that I could still kick his ass, despite the fact that I was riding what seemed like a 1937 Schwin. It started out great. Maneuvering around under the window tellers' extension roof was a little tricky and there was plenty of broken glass to avoid. Otherwise, we ran a pretty decent race. At one point, he stopped completely and waited for me to come around again. "Look!" he said, "I...

I've been thinking a lot about my kids lately. No, this is not a confession-blog about a hoard of illegitimate little Ho's running around Indianapolis (wipe that stupidly relieved look off of your face - yeah, you). The kids that could be. It all comes back to one question: Do you have any idea how screwed up my kids are going to be? (that's rhetorical; if you feel obligated to answer, my response to your response is right here ) Their father is not exactly antisocial, but he definitely holds some ideas that run contrary to your mainstream philosophies of life. So my poor little Darran and/or Emily (or however many others end up running around my house) will have two conflicting images of life from the day they first set foot in school. They will probably develop intellectually on a different level than children of their age as well, since I plan on doing as much preschooling as I can at home. I've often wondered if I'll ever have a sacred room to mys...

Today's interesting piece of conversation: Person #1: [spoken with whining sincerity] "I've got a D- ?? He's so biased in this class!!" Person #2: [spoken with sarcasm] "Towards the smart people?" Person #1: [whining sincerity again] "YES! It's not fair!" Person #2: *blink* Stupid people give me headaches.

Philosophy gets a kick in the ass For those of you who knew that I was planning on working towards a minor in Philosophy, I should probably tell you that that is no longer the plan. It's not that the class load I'm taking is overwhelming (although it does have the tendency to suck giant exploding monkey balls), it's more that the term 'philosophy' isn't quite defined at the scholarly level in quite the manner that I like to think of it. There's more talk of logic, predication, and other matters that I find completely irrelevant to philosophical, moral, or ethical discussions that I find so interesting. So the question arises: "Is there anything else I could minor in?" Physics was a thought, but we don't offer any certification here in that, and the next class up from the one I'm taking is an independent study. A minor in computer studies is a possibility; I may never reach the prowess of Chancellor Heaton, but being the close sec...

I can't help but share another link; this time, I'm taking you to news only of slightly more importance than the return of Hootie and the Blowfish. Let me say right off the bat that I certainly am no trophy myself, but is this guy for real? Looks to me like a 60 year old Ken doll that's been stuck in the microwave. Hopefully, unless Yahoo shuffles the pictures, the guy I'm referring to will be the very top thumbnail listed. He should have a bunch of flags behind him as he's standing at a podium. That face just cracked me up. Maybe it was just me.

"This is one is my personal favorite experiences happened this past week. Have you ever pulled on to the highway and left your blinker on cause the genius who designed your car didn't think that you would be making a turn not as sharp as a Formula 1 hair pen? Well I did and I am just driving along at the maximum speed my little Ford Ranger (The Danger Ranger for those of you who know it well) will let me go, so roughly 50 mph, with the glorious sounds of Led Zeppelin playing at the high possible volume, when I look next to me and there is a man in a truck that shows how much he needs to compensate for "other things" in his life, is matching my speed and, worst of all, is making eye contact with me! So I look over and give him the standard, "What in the hell are you looking at?" shrug, when he pulls out a laminated card from his middle console that has the words "TURN SIGNAL!" printed on it in huge block letters. Let me repeat that...A LAMINATE...