Friday, October 17, 2008

I call gay


Their pectorals are touching!

Haha!

GAY!

Fetish of the Week

Female tramps.

I don't know.

They just seem pathetic and miserable in a way that makes them attainable?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I'm not optimistic


Since when did the deck of the USS Enterprise look like something out of Thunderbirds?

Seriously, Kirk looks 15 years old.

Matthew 0 - Inanimate Objects 23,856

There have been two distressing trends in the technology of doors of late.

One is the removal of Push and Pull signs. Lord knows what happened to the useful things. Was everybody given psychic powers? Well I certainly wasn't, and thus when approaching an unmarked door, I now have no idea if it's a Push or Pull. Statistically speaking, it's a 50-50 chance, but 75% of the time I manage to balls it up.

I either slam straight in to it or strain desperately to pull it open.

And a good percentage of the time, the door is in fact locked, causing a humiliating combination of slamming into and straining against.

The second distressing trend in door manufacture is that many are now made entirely of glass, so that people on both sides can see my feux pas.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Morning has broken

And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of the setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels.

- Wordsworth

Relentless has really raised the bar for energy drinks. Not only do they have short, inspiring segments of poetry on the side of their already aesthetically impressive cans, but they've thought to add fruit juice into their energy drinks.

50% is juice, the other half is the same old chemicals. It's like being hit in the mouth with an electric pineapple. It tastes like crap but kept me awake through genome sciences, so kudos. Didn't sleep last night.

On the subject of genome sciences, had a lecture today on the vast amount of useless DNA just hanging about in the human genome. I think it would make a fine premise for a sci-fi thriller whereby a bunch of scientists find a way to either remove all this useless DNA or somehow activate it. Either way, they create something man was never meant to create.

'That DNA was locked away for a reason.'

It would be similar to the idea that utilizing more than 10% of your brain gives you psychic powers.

It would also be similar to Doom but with a great many things changed.

Anyhow, by body is currently being used as the staging ground for an epic battle between the forces of caffeine and alcohol by-products, so I think I'll get some sleep.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

If a place is worth going to, it's worth running to

The gym is back on. Also, I've returned to my habit of running around campus to get from place to place, even if it does make me look like a harried, disorganized tool.

Normally I would keep my physical exploits to myself but they've recently become important because I've settled on a Halloween costume:

I need to look like this.

The Incredible Hulk may be a completely two-dimensional character and his films may be underwhelming but there's no better excuse for wandering around mostly-naked (If there is a better excuse for wandering around mostly-naked, let me know).

Plus it encapsulates both my genius-level, sensitive Scientist side and angry side very well.

Naturally, I will need to bulk up for the role. I've got 23-days in which to do so.

If all goes well, I hope for a laughed with:laughed at ratio of about 1:6.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Moving on

Continuing to run with this week's theme of turning over new leafs, it has come to the point where I can finally forgive Garth Jennings for The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy shambles, if not forget.

Not sure where this uncharacteristic forgiveness is coming from. Possibly he's grown as a director since. Possibly it's his relationship with Adam and Joe. Probably it's because I'm having to syphon off hatred from other areas of my life to ensure my hatred of Chemistry is well-supplied.

My hatred of Chemistry is bottomless. It can never be quenched.

Non-related note: I can't get the smell of formaldehyde out of my nose/brain.