Musing

Wading Through Ice Water or Stupid Things I Would Not Recommend Being stupid is great. But to be properly stupid, you've gotta do a little thinking first. For example, if you want to get across a hypothetical creek to a hypothetical island and take some hypothetical pictures of a hypothetical cliff, make sure you take your camera with you . Because let me tell ya, it sucks to have to walk back through that horribly cold water (approximate temperature - 1 Kelvin) just to get your backpack. It's probably a sign that you've been laying out in the sun trying to dry out when the vultures start circling lower and lower over your head, too. Even when you think you can't possibly take another picture, it's probably a good idea just to leave one left on the roll. You never know what weirdness or coolness you might miss. Half of a picture of a sign is worthless, although I guess having a picture at all is a step up from last time. Hypothetically.

The Formulaic Ho-week as programmed in VB.NET Dim Frustration as Integer Dim Day as String Private Sub btnDayMeter_Click() Frustration = TextBox1.Text Day = TextBox2.Text If (Frustration >= 5) And (Frustration Label1.Text = "Gr." ElseIf (Frustration = 0) Then Label1.Text = "Whoa...a good day." Else : MsgBox("Hey, stupid, it's a scale of one to ten.") End If If (Day = "Monday") Or (Day = "Tuesday") Or (Day = "Wednesday") Or (Day = "Thursday") Then Label2.Text = "Life sucks a great deal." ElseIf Day = "Friday" Then Label2.Text = "Life semi-sucks." ElseIf (Day = "Saturday") Or (Day = "Sunday") Then Label2.Text = "Life is good." Else: MsgBox("You just don't get it, do you? Gotta use the Gregoria...

Grudging "Yahoo PU!" for the Purdue biologists who made the West Nile discovery that was on the news. And yes, I realize there are two CDs of the week, but I figured that I owed everyone that much for being remiss in my duties on the sidebar work. Current Ladybug Death Toll: 16. ... 17. All in three wild killing sprees. They stink when ya squash em. It's Friday night and all I want to do is read and nap - just how pathetic is that? (rhetorical question)

David Washburn was a great guy and a good teacher despite what a lot of people had to say about him. Saturday morning, he passed away, finally succombing to his bout with cancer. I remember seeing him at the store earlier this summer and we had a little talk after I'd carried out the groceries. He said the usual "Good luck at school. You'll do fine." type good-bye that all of our teachers say when we see each other for what could be the last time ever. Now it seems to be a totally different, and much sadder good-bye. The sort that really makes me want to do as good as he thought I could. I have no doubt that he's fishing with God right now. Rest in peace, Mr. Washburn. :-(

"7. Never value anything as profitably that compels you to break your promise, to lose your self-respect, to hate any man, to suspect, to curse, to act the hypocrite, to desire anything that needs walls or curtains; for he who has preferred to everything else his own intelligence and daimon [soul] and worship of its existence, acts no tragic part, does not groan, will not need either solitude or much company; and, what is chief of all, he will live without either pursuing or flying from death; but whether for a longer time or a shorter time he shall have the soul encased in the body he cares not: for even if he must depart immediately, he will go as readily as if he were going to do anything else that could be done with decency and order; taking care of this only all through life, that his thoughts abide with the concerns of an intelligent animal and a member of a civil community." "12. If you apply yourself to the task before you, following right reason seriously,...

Once again, I give you Ayn Rand. "Mr. Reardon," said Francisco, his voice solemnly calm, "if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of this strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down on his shoulders - what would you tell him to do?" "I ...don't know. What ...could he do? What would you tell him?" "To shrug."

I thought Paradise was a lot cooler. And bigger. Then again, I can't find any Scripture to support me, so this was a pointless entry.