Labels

I just went through the entire blog and put labels in each post. The categories are "CGDA" "Comments" "F1R5T P05T" "Fake nobility" "Insanity" "Jonathan Coulton" "Laziness" "Math" "Observations" "PORTaL" "Pre-Essay Posts" "School" "Sick" "The Future" "Thing that wasn't on Thursday" "Thinking my audience doesn't know things" "Thursday Thing" "Updats" and "Youtube".

CGDA Stands for "Canned Goods Don't Age". It is the Webcomicish stuff I've done so far. CGDA is also the standard tuning of a cello.

Thursday Thing is the stuff that I do on Thursday.

Observations are little things that I've observed.

Thing that wasn't on Thursday is just that: A thing that wasn't on Thursday.

Ah... Organization. How nice.

P.S. I know "updates" is spelled wrong. And there are two types of spellings of observations. They are the same thing. "obserations", and "Observations". Why? Because I felt like it. Well, actually because I spelled it wrong the first time and was too lazy to fix it. Go ahead, kill the messenger... Who happened to have also been the culprit.

PORTaL

AFTeR getting my free copy of portal, I immediately realized what an amazing game it was. The graphics, physics, and plot are stunning. But there is more. For I have learned that the mighty overlord JONATHAN COULTON himself wrote music for it. Get the game and finish it; he wrote the ending theme. (NOtE: I already knew this... I just still think that it's awesome.)
In other news: I like to factor quadratics. YEAH.

ASMW

Hey, guys. I have a story to tell, and it's all completely true, no exaggeration. While you're reading, listen to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mu71EAdnjQ0&feature=fvw So here goes.

Northampton highschool, having a great academic team, recently went to As Schools Match Wits, the show where schools match wits. My older brother happens to be on the team and is incredibly good at answering the questions given.

So my family and I all went to the studio, or at least that was the initial plan. But as my family pulled up to my school, I reached for a traffic light button to cross across to them. As I pulled away from the button, I realized that what I had thought to be a static shock to the finger had a bug sticking out of it.

A bee.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I could feel the poison entering my body as I squeezed my pinky. Without thinking, I crossed the street, not checking to see if the light was green, or even if I was going the right way. In the end, my older brother came across and picked me up, but by that time my hand was numb.

We were running a little late. My older brother tried to call his friend on the team, but she wasn't answering.

Eventually, when my mother saw that I was clutching my hurt hand in the other, she decided to call my uncle, who was also coming, and tell him to bring some baking soda.

At this point, my older brother had to get dressed, and he realized that he didn't know how to put a tie on. As my mother frantically read the instructions off of MapQuest and wished that we had a GPS, my little brother tried to work out how to make the knot. I reflected on all of those times I had ignored it when Google offered me the instructions and cursed my past self.

A few years back, my father taught me to tie a tie, but I only remembered one step. I took the tie from my little brother, closed my eyes, (No exaggerations--maybe I just knew that I'd be writing about it later.) and carefully twisted. I was almost there--I opened my eyes again--and looked at the knot. It was lopsided, with one loose "string" hanging off to the side. I pondered for a moment and then stuck the loose bit through the tie part. (If you've ever tied a tie, you know what I mean.)

I handed the tie back to my brother and winced as I squeezed my pinky shut.

Suddenly my older brother's phone rang! We all listened for a second, and then he grabbed it and started talking.

"Is that you?" he paused. "Yes! We'll be running a little late. What are you all doing now?"

I heard his friend respond with "Waiting for you guys."

"Ah. Yes, of course." He sighed. "Okay, well we're almost there. Can you guys just tell the people with the TV show that we're almost there?"

"Ten minutes away," my mother said.

"We're ten minutes away!" He paused. "Mhmm... okay... alright, see you then!"

We kept on driving, and that is where the drama ends. We met with the producer, a friendly man named... Rob, I think...

I can't reveal who won, (Even though this blog is completely unread) but I can say that Northampton did their best, and that they either won or lost with honor. The episode airs APRIL 28TH, 2010 AT 7:30

Next week...

I'm going to teach you how to either climb a mountain or to envision an invention. Either way--I'm trembling!

I'm just joking, it's definitely going to be the invention.

Seriously--Check out Jonathancoulton.com!

First draft

I just completed my first draft on the essay about the presidential seal. Yay!
In other news...
I'm listening to music by perhaps THE GREATEST MUSICIAN EVER, Jonathan Coulton. He writes nerdy, funny, beautiful music and he doesn't pay people to advertise for him.
Much.
I'm just kidding. But really, check out his sight, you can listen to all of his songs for free!
http://www.jonathancoulton.com/store/downloads/
Seriously. Check it out.
My little Brother in kindergarten just got Pneumonia, so we're trying to comfort him. Apparently he was really excited about going to school today (He does math with the second graders and loves it. Six years old and solving for X already--I'm so proud and yet jealous at the same time.)
My older brother (A sophomore in highschool) is going to "As Schools Match Wits" soon, he's on the academic team for Northampton High School. He's also performing live with a quintet to play a piece of music that he wrote himself--I'm talking one of the best pieces of modern classical music that I've ever heard (I know that "Modern Classical Music" is an oxymoron. Just let it go.) All of this on top of his college class and an honors class. Wow.
Thanks for reading my rants, and may the constant milking of old, boring blog jokes (You!!! Are!!! HERE!!!) be with you.