So, as many of you know, I'm back on the YouTubes again. Posting vids and taking names. Well, more about the posting vids and less about taking names. But I am thanking subscribers. Still. Which can get rather exhausting at times.
But I love you guys. :)
And, as 2,621 of you know, my big comeback video was 'Hogwarts State of Mind', the parody of 'Empire State of Mind'. And it was incredibly well-received, even though Kiera and I are not black rappers.
The confusing thing for me was, that usually, my parody videos do very well in the view counts and, I don't know if it's because I'm getting spoiled with thousands of views on the other videos, or because Empire just isn't a very searched-for song anymore, a view count of 2,000some seems rather low.
I'm probably just spoiled.
Fear not, the views don't matter too much to me. I am happy with each and every one of my views and I'm quite proud of the song/video. I have a few other parody ideas (okay, a lot of parody ideas) and you'll see more of them culminate soon in the future, you have my word.
I plan on dressing up as Malfoy for another parody which will be filmed as soon as December rolls around. The reason for the month-away film date is because this month I am not shaving my face, and, cmon, Malfoy can't grow facial hair to save the Dark Lord.
AND OMFG SO EXCITED FOR HARRY POTTER DH PART 1.
Hogwarts State of Mind
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Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I'm Gonna Be Honest - A NaNoWriMo Blog
Okay, I'm gonna be honest.
I only wrote about 1,000 words last night for my NaNoNovel.
Which, now that I think about it, doesn't actually mean what I meant it to mean. National Novel Novel. Wuud?
ANYWAY, this is not a post to tell you that I'm sorry that I didn't write a lot yesterday. It's not even that I didn't have time. I had plenty of time. I just didn't feel like it. But hey, that's what this weekend is for. I'm off on Saturday and Sunday so I'll try to get it up to 20k words by Monday.
My friends are of the best witnesses to the fact that I work and type well under pressure. I don't think this would be nearly as exciting if I WASN'T behind in the word count. By the last week of NaNo last year, I was still 20k behind. I ended up hashin out 15k of them out on the night before Black Friday (Thanksgiving night). Granted, it took me until about an hour before midnight to hit 50,231 words, but that's another story.
My point is that I'm not going to let my NaNoWriMo novel stress me out in any sort of negative ways this year, only positive. And if you're doing NNWM as well, don't let it stress you out either. Use the pressure as motivation but don't look at 50k as the goal. Do what you can.
That being said, I like how my ideas keep changing for where this story is going. Last year, I had a pretty firm outline of where I wanted my story to go because I had been mentally planning it through the second half of October and I knew the beginning and ending, just not how the characters quite GOT to the ending.
This time around, I'm introducing the characters and letting their personalities interact with each other like they would IRL and not IRBook. It's like they actually have freewill and motivation and thoughts and it's rather scary not knowing what's going to happen. All I know is that it's good fuel for writing, writing, writing.
I'm sure something will happen in my novel. Eventually. Right?
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I only wrote about 1,000 words last night for my NaNoNovel.
Which, now that I think about it, doesn't actually mean what I meant it to mean. National Novel Novel. Wuud?
ANYWAY, this is not a post to tell you that I'm sorry that I didn't write a lot yesterday. It's not even that I didn't have time. I had plenty of time. I just didn't feel like it. But hey, that's what this weekend is for. I'm off on Saturday and Sunday so I'll try to get it up to 20k words by Monday.
My friends are of the best witnesses to the fact that I work and type well under pressure. I don't think this would be nearly as exciting if I WASN'T behind in the word count. By the last week of NaNo last year, I was still 20k behind. I ended up hashin out 15k of them out on the night before Black Friday (Thanksgiving night). Granted, it took me until about an hour before midnight to hit 50,231 words, but that's another story.
My point is that I'm not going to let my NaNoWriMo novel stress me out in any sort of negative ways this year, only positive. And if you're doing NNWM as well, don't let it stress you out either. Use the pressure as motivation but don't look at 50k as the goal. Do what you can.
That being said, I like how my ideas keep changing for where this story is going. Last year, I had a pretty firm outline of where I wanted my story to go because I had been mentally planning it through the second half of October and I knew the beginning and ending, just not how the characters quite GOT to the ending.
This time around, I'm introducing the characters and letting their personalities interact with each other like they would IRL and not IRBook. It's like they actually have freewill and motivation and thoughts and it's rather scary not knowing what's going to happen. All I know is that it's good fuel for writing, writing, writing.
I'm sure something will happen in my novel. Eventually. Right?
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
NaNoWhatNow?
So this year, like last, I am participating in NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. The goal of which is to hash out a 50,000 word "novel" in the month of November.
Easier said than done.
Well, actually, scratch that. It doesn't sound easy at all.
That being said, it's not as daunting as it sounds either.
It's a feat that's totally do-able. I am blogging proof that it can be done. I believe I hit 50,133 words when I submitted my work twenty-three minutes before midnight of the last day of November last year. What was funny, well, at the time, scary, was that when I went to submit it, it said there was a time discrepancy and that I wasn't able to submit it or "win" NaNoWriMo because it was December 1st.
Needless to say, I about freaked out in fear.
But it was fixed in time. It seems about half of the people in my part of the country had an issue with submitting it on the last day and all we had to do was change our time zones on our profiles to Cuba's time zone and for some reason it worked.
IDKMYBFFJILL
Ya know, it's odd. I just hashed out 1,500 some words just now for my new NaNoNovel and now I'm typing a blog post, something I haven't done much of these past few months. This is time that I could have spent working on my NaNoNovel, words that could have been counted towards my goal, but instead I'm typing a blog post that doesn't have a time limit, word count, or an immediate reason for being here.
And that's the humor of the situation.
We talk about how scary a goal of 50,000 words in one month is, yet I just typed up about 1,500 in less than two and a half hours and I'm typing a blog post, watched some Doctor Who, and worked an entire shift at the store earlier.
I can make time for this.
But let me tell you, this me being ahead of the curve on the word count thing will NOT last, ha.
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Easier said than done.
Well, actually, scratch that. It doesn't sound easy at all.
That being said, it's not as daunting as it sounds either.
It's a feat that's totally do-able. I am blogging proof that it can be done. I believe I hit 50,133 words when I submitted my work twenty-three minutes before midnight of the last day of November last year. What was funny, well, at the time, scary, was that when I went to submit it, it said there was a time discrepancy and that I wasn't able to submit it or "win" NaNoWriMo because it was December 1st.
Needless to say, I about freaked out in fear.
But it was fixed in time. It seems about half of the people in my part of the country had an issue with submitting it on the last day and all we had to do was change our time zones on our profiles to Cuba's time zone and for some reason it worked.
IDKMYBFFJILL
Ya know, it's odd. I just hashed out 1,500 some words just now for my new NaNoNovel and now I'm typing a blog post, something I haven't done much of these past few months. This is time that I could have spent working on my NaNoNovel, words that could have been counted towards my goal, but instead I'm typing a blog post that doesn't have a time limit, word count, or an immediate reason for being here.
And that's the humor of the situation.
We talk about how scary a goal of 50,000 words in one month is, yet I just typed up about 1,500 in less than two and a half hours and I'm typing a blog post, watched some Doctor Who, and worked an entire shift at the store earlier.
I can make time for this.
But let me tell you, this me being ahead of the curve on the word count thing will NOT last, ha.
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Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sorry, Customer Lady
First off, I am not going to mention where I work now. No matter how I leave employment with them, be it on good terms or very bloodily, I won't want anything on the internet of me saying anything that could be taken as my view of them as a company. No, I only blog/vlog about customers, not the company.
Secondly, this will probably be a vlog someday soon. So you can essentially read the manuscript for a video that hasn't been filmed yet. Meaning you can subsequently watch the video and...not laugh, I guess?
MOVING ON.
So, some of the things I CAN tell you about my job is that it's in retail. Retail of the electronics variety. The majority of my time is spent making photos for customers, selling cameras, and telling customers where the burnable CDs are located. And so far, seeing as how I've only worked there for about three weeks, I haven't gotten many upsetting customers.
Until Thursday.
Digital cameras, iPods, and other heavy duty technology are located behind the photo studio desk in cabinets with locks so as not to be stolen. The studio closes at 9:00pm and it's pretty obvious when it's closed. There are two signs that are put out saying that it's closed and the time when it will re-open, the cash register is shut off, the photo kiosks are shut down and the lights are turned off. That being said, if there's a customer waiting for their photos and they do all the necessary computer/editing stuff before the 9:00pm mark, I will hand them their photos when they're done. I just can't check them out at an empty register.
Around 8:55pm, a lady, we'll call her Cheryl, finishes her photo order and I tell her it'll only be about fifteen minutes for them to be printed off and I'd be able to give them to her then. While Cheryl is waiting, I start cleaning up the lab. Shutting down the kiosks, emptying the register, locking the cabinets, and even sweeping the floor. Around 9:05pm, a woman, we'll call her Ann, comes in with her daughter and starts looking at the digital cameras.
Three things go through my mind. First, she's here after 9:00pm. The photo studio closed at 9:00pm and she got here too late. The second thing was if I'd want to rummage through the cameras and compare makes and models with her even though it was her fault for showing up after we closed. And thirdly, and finally, she hadn't asked me for help. I had made eye contact with her multiple times while finishing up Cheryl's pictures, said hello, and still no asking for help. So maybe, just maybe, she was just waiting there for someone else.
My hopes were wrong.
I give Cheryl her pictures and go back to the computer to finish closing stuff up. I decide to just let Ann be and see what her move is as I turn to leave the media center. Of course, right as I'm about to turn, I hear an, "Excuse me?" and I wheel around to see that woman and her daughter. Obviously, it wouldn't been an issue if she had come up to me a half an hour, or even twenty minutes, but it was then 9:20pm. And the photo studio had been closed for 20 minutes. And I had done my job and locked up the cabinets.
So, back to her, "Excuse me?".
"Yes?" I replied, then knowing, regretfully, what she wanted.
"Could we take a look at a couple of these cameras?" she asked. Yup. I had known what she wanted. Great.
"I'm sorry," I say. "It's 9:20pm. The photo studio is closed now. We closed at 9:00pm."
"So, we can't see the cameras?"
"I'm sorry. The cabinets are all locked up because we closed at 9:00pm," I reiterated, but still being polite. I wanted to tell her that she showed up after 9:00pm and that I didn't feel bad turning down her request, but again, I was being polite.
"Well, fine then," she said. "We'll just take our business to Wal-Mart." It was obvious she was trying to rub in my loss of a sale.
"Alright then!" I say to her, sounding cheerful, as she turned to leave.
I may have lost a sale but was I who had the last laugh, customer lady. Because if you went right to Wal-Mart after leaving my store, you would know that the Wal-Mart photo lab also closed at 9:00pm.
Secondly, this will probably be a vlog someday soon. So you can essentially read the manuscript for a video that hasn't been filmed yet. Meaning you can subsequently watch the video and...not laugh, I guess?
MOVING ON.
So, some of the things I CAN tell you about my job is that it's in retail. Retail of the electronics variety. The majority of my time is spent making photos for customers, selling cameras, and telling customers where the burnable CDs are located. And so far, seeing as how I've only worked there for about three weeks, I haven't gotten many upsetting customers.
Until Thursday.
Digital cameras, iPods, and other heavy duty technology are located behind the photo studio desk in cabinets with locks so as not to be stolen. The studio closes at 9:00pm and it's pretty obvious when it's closed. There are two signs that are put out saying that it's closed and the time when it will re-open, the cash register is shut off, the photo kiosks are shut down and the lights are turned off. That being said, if there's a customer waiting for their photos and they do all the necessary computer/editing stuff before the 9:00pm mark, I will hand them their photos when they're done. I just can't check them out at an empty register.
Around 8:55pm, a lady, we'll call her Cheryl, finishes her photo order and I tell her it'll only be about fifteen minutes for them to be printed off and I'd be able to give them to her then. While Cheryl is waiting, I start cleaning up the lab. Shutting down the kiosks, emptying the register, locking the cabinets, and even sweeping the floor. Around 9:05pm, a woman, we'll call her Ann, comes in with her daughter and starts looking at the digital cameras.
Three things go through my mind. First, she's here after 9:00pm. The photo studio closed at 9:00pm and she got here too late. The second thing was if I'd want to rummage through the cameras and compare makes and models with her even though it was her fault for showing up after we closed. And thirdly, and finally, she hadn't asked me for help. I had made eye contact with her multiple times while finishing up Cheryl's pictures, said hello, and still no asking for help. So maybe, just maybe, she was just waiting there for someone else.
My hopes were wrong.
I give Cheryl her pictures and go back to the computer to finish closing stuff up. I decide to just let Ann be and see what her move is as I turn to leave the media center. Of course, right as I'm about to turn, I hear an, "Excuse me?" and I wheel around to see that woman and her daughter. Obviously, it wouldn't been an issue if she had come up to me a half an hour, or even twenty minutes, but it was then 9:20pm. And the photo studio had been closed for 20 minutes. And I had done my job and locked up the cabinets.
So, back to her, "Excuse me?".
"Yes?" I replied, then knowing, regretfully, what she wanted.
"Could we take a look at a couple of these cameras?" she asked. Yup. I had known what she wanted. Great.
"I'm sorry," I say. "It's 9:20pm. The photo studio is closed now. We closed at 9:00pm."
"So, we can't see the cameras?"
"I'm sorry. The cabinets are all locked up because we closed at 9:00pm," I reiterated, but still being polite. I wanted to tell her that she showed up after 9:00pm and that I didn't feel bad turning down her request, but again, I was being polite.
"Well, fine then," she said. "We'll just take our business to Wal-Mart." It was obvious she was trying to rub in my loss of a sale.
"Alright then!" I say to her, sounding cheerful, as she turned to leave.
I may have lost a sale but was I who had the last laugh, customer lady. Because if you went right to Wal-Mart after leaving my store, you would know that the Wal-Mart photo lab also closed at 9:00pm.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Halo Pick-up Lines
BEDA: April 30, 2010
I've been wanting to do a stereotypical pick-up line video for a while now but I couldn't decide on the type. I was going to do either Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Star Wars, or a pick-up line parody where I claim ones would work when they're really the worst of the worst.
The pick-up line parody video idea became my How to Pick Up Women video but I still had all these ideas.
Now, I'm not a big X-Box player, my brother has a PS3 but I just don't have a lot of X-Box experience. I have played Halo from time to time, and although I am horrible at it for lack of practice, I find it's pretty enjoyable.
A few days ago, I was playing Halo with a couple of my friends and my auto-aim was jerking around. I said something about how I couldn't control my aim, a friend made a comment about how it's a good thing there were no girls around to get upset at a guy's "wandering gaze" and it blossomed into the line, "I think something is wrong with my auto-aim. I can’t take my eyes off you."
And thus it began, the search for Halo pick-up lines.
"I think something is wrong with my auto-aim. I can’t take my eyes off you."
Now, this is one of those sickingly cutesy lines that could actually score you a smile. Very sweet and at least there is a zero chance you will get slapped.
"As soon as I came near you, the announcer said “unfreakinbelievable” and I would tend to agree."
Another one that won’t be taken offensively. You will have a better chance of this line bringing success if you are actually on a killing spree. The ladies love a man with some serious skills.
"Are we playing Assault? Cause I’m pretty sure you are the bomb."
This one is likely to get a cheesy response but inside she will be giggling. It may help if you say it kinda gangster. Da BOMB yo!
"I was following the indicator of where to score and it brought me to you."
This one is direct and to the point without being horribly offensive. If she gets upset just tell her you are new to the game, don’t know the map, and thought you were supposed to follow the icons.
"With the weapons I just need to hit “X” to pick them up. Does that work for you as well?"
This is very straight forward and your intentions are clear. If she shoots you down, make sure there is at least a power weapon close by. That way you can use the same technique on the rockets to make yourself feel a little better. Hey, at least you scored something.
This blog is hilarious because it implies that Halo fans talk to girls.
Ba-zinga.
I've been wanting to do a stereotypical pick-up line video for a while now but I couldn't decide on the type. I was going to do either Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Star Wars, or a pick-up line parody where I claim ones would work when they're really the worst of the worst.
The pick-up line parody video idea became my How to Pick Up Women video but I still had all these ideas.
Now, I'm not a big X-Box player, my brother has a PS3 but I just don't have a lot of X-Box experience. I have played Halo from time to time, and although I am horrible at it for lack of practice, I find it's pretty enjoyable.
A few days ago, I was playing Halo with a couple of my friends and my auto-aim was jerking around. I said something about how I couldn't control my aim, a friend made a comment about how it's a good thing there were no girls around to get upset at a guy's "wandering gaze" and it blossomed into the line, "I think something is wrong with my auto-aim. I can’t take my eyes off you."
And thus it began, the search for Halo pick-up lines.
"I think something is wrong with my auto-aim. I can’t take my eyes off you."
Now, this is one of those sickingly cutesy lines that could actually score you a smile. Very sweet and at least there is a zero chance you will get slapped.
"As soon as I came near you, the announcer said “unfreakinbelievable” and I would tend to agree."
Another one that won’t be taken offensively. You will have a better chance of this line bringing success if you are actually on a killing spree. The ladies love a man with some serious skills.
"Are we playing Assault? Cause I’m pretty sure you are the bomb."
This one is likely to get a cheesy response but inside she will be giggling. It may help if you say it kinda gangster. Da BOMB yo!
"I was following the indicator of where to score and it brought me to you."
This one is direct and to the point without being horribly offensive. If she gets upset just tell her you are new to the game, don’t know the map, and thought you were supposed to follow the icons.
"With the weapons I just need to hit “X” to pick them up. Does that work for you as well?"
This is very straight forward and your intentions are clear. If she shoots you down, make sure there is at least a power weapon close by. That way you can use the same technique on the rockets to make yourself feel a little better. Hey, at least you scored something.
This blog is hilarious because it implies that Halo fans talk to girls.
Ba-zinga.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Why David Tennant is My 'First' Doctor
BEDA: April 29, 2010
So, yesterday I posted a blog about how I started watching Doctor Who a couple months ago under the "pusher" influence of Megan. And by the ending of the second episode, I had grown to like Christopher Eccleston's Ninth Doctor. His performance was pretty over the top at times but his childlike wonder and enthusiasm grew on me rather quickly. Not to mention, when he got angry he created an incredibly powerful performance.
Take for instance (IMO) the best exchange of the season:
“We Have Your Associate. You Will Obey Or She Will Be Exterminated!”
“No.”
“Explain Yourself!”
“I said no.”
“What Is The Meaning Of This Negative!?”
“It means no.”
“But She Will Be Destroyed!”
“NO! ‘Cause this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to rescue her. I’m going to save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet! And then I’m going to save the Earth. And then, just to finish off, I’M GOING TO WIPE EVERY LAST STINKING DALEK OUT OF THE SKY!"
“But You Have No Weapons! No Defences! No Plan!”
“Yeah. And doesn’t that scare you to death!? Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“I’m coming to get you.”
Oohh, shivers. That part is purely epic.
Then, I heard that people were all "OMG DAVID TENNANT IS JAWSUM" but to be honest, when he regenerated into David Tennant, most of the entire Christmas special was rather lame. It wasn't enough that I was missing Eccleston's Doctor but that the new Doctor was comatose throughout nearly the entire thing.
I know, I know, it was necessary for 1) regeneration, 2) the storyline, and 3) the epic ending, but it was already giving me a bad taste for David Tennant.
Obviously, I think differently now. David Tennant has acting ability the likes of which I have not seen in any sort of actor, really, ever. The episode on Midnight is one of David Tennant's most powerful roles as The Doctor, pulling split-second emotional changes from talkative and cheeky, witty and easy-going, to being betrayed and then having an unstoppable sense when facing his enemies but then back to being light-hearted when someone says the right thing. Unlike the Ninth Doctor, who showed off his vengeful, rage-filled dark side when up against the Daleks, the Tenth Doctor displayed a more confident, self-assured side, but did not hesitate to taunt them. Tennant's acting is just a roller-coaster of theatrical wonder.
As I finished Doctor Who and awaited Matt Smith's incarnation, I thought the same thing with Eccleston's regeneration to Tennant. I was losing a character I had gotten attached to and had to make room to watch another character, one who I hadn't grown with.
And that's when it happened. I realized that Tennant was my Doctor.
It was that residual feeling of his saga being over but having to 'simmer' in it for a while, awaiting the change in actors ahead, still not comfortable with the idea but not wanting to judge Smith on an acting job I had yet to see. Now, after seeing a number of episodes this season, I can actually say, Mister Matt Smith, you are doing a fine job. I am super excited for the future of Doctor Who.
But David Tennant will always be my 'first' Doctor.
So, yesterday I posted a blog about how I started watching Doctor Who a couple months ago under the "pusher" influence of Megan. And by the ending of the second episode, I had grown to like Christopher Eccleston's Ninth Doctor. His performance was pretty over the top at times but his childlike wonder and enthusiasm grew on me rather quickly. Not to mention, when he got angry he created an incredibly powerful performance.
Take for instance (IMO) the best exchange of the season:
“We Have Your Associate. You Will Obey Or She Will Be Exterminated!”
“No.”
“Explain Yourself!”
“I said no.”
“What Is The Meaning Of This Negative!?”
“It means no.”
“But She Will Be Destroyed!”
“NO! ‘Cause this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to rescue her. I’m going to save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet! And then I’m going to save the Earth. And then, just to finish off, I’M GOING TO WIPE EVERY LAST STINKING DALEK OUT OF THE SKY!"
“But You Have No Weapons! No Defences! No Plan!”
“Yeah. And doesn’t that scare you to death!? Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“I’m coming to get you.”
Oohh, shivers. That part is purely epic.
Then, I heard that people were all "OMG DAVID TENNANT IS JAWSUM" but to be honest, when he regenerated into David Tennant, most of the entire Christmas special was rather lame. It wasn't enough that I was missing Eccleston's Doctor but that the new Doctor was comatose throughout nearly the entire thing.
I know, I know, it was necessary for 1) regeneration, 2) the storyline, and 3) the epic ending, but it was already giving me a bad taste for David Tennant.
Obviously, I think differently now. David Tennant has acting ability the likes of which I have not seen in any sort of actor, really, ever. The episode on Midnight is one of David Tennant's most powerful roles as The Doctor, pulling split-second emotional changes from talkative and cheeky, witty and easy-going, to being betrayed and then having an unstoppable sense when facing his enemies but then back to being light-hearted when someone says the right thing. Unlike the Ninth Doctor, who showed off his vengeful, rage-filled dark side when up against the Daleks, the Tenth Doctor displayed a more confident, self-assured side, but did not hesitate to taunt them. Tennant's acting is just a roller-coaster of theatrical wonder.
As I finished Doctor Who and awaited Matt Smith's incarnation, I thought the same thing with Eccleston's regeneration to Tennant. I was losing a character I had gotten attached to and had to make room to watch another character, one who I hadn't grown with.
And that's when it happened. I realized that Tennant was my Doctor.
It was that residual feeling of his saga being over but having to 'simmer' in it for a while, awaiting the change in actors ahead, still not comfortable with the idea but not wanting to judge Smith on an acting job I had yet to see. Now, after seeing a number of episodes this season, I can actually say, Mister Matt Smith, you are doing a fine job. I am super excited for the future of Doctor Who.
But David Tennant will always be my 'first' Doctor.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Everyone Remembers Their First Doctor
BEDA: April 28, 2010
Now, a lot of you know, I'm a big Doctor Who fan and I have Megan to thank for it. A large selection of Nerdfighteria watches Doctor Who, because, let's face it, it's one of the best shows on television. But even though "my community" was so taken by The Doctor, I never really had much of a craving to find out what it was about.
It was a time when I had caught up on House, The Office, Family Guy, and How I Met Your Mother, he new season of Lost hadn't started airing yet, and I had gotten sick of flipping though my movies and having nothing magically appear.
Shut up, you do it too.
Anyway, I was just walking back from class and it was quite snowy outside. I thought to myself, 'Hey self, Megan won't shut up about this show. I mean, she mentions it in more than half of her Vlogsmoothie videos. You should probably watch it.'
So, I looked it up online. Yo, Star Trek, I know you got that reboot and everything and I'm really happy for you, but Doctor Who is the longest running science fiction show of all time. OF ALL TIME.
Wow, even in text speech, the Kanye meme is incredibly jerky...
I hopped on SurftheChannel and saw that the episodes were separated into "Classic Doctor Who" and "Doctor Who" which was relieving. Megan had said something about starting with the 2005 episodes and how they did a pretty good job explaining most of what had happened in a moderate-reboot fashion. I found and watched the first episode, "Rose".
And I wasn't impressed. At all, really.
I mean, think about it from my point of view. This guy shows up, saves this girl from these plasticly-animated-men, her boyfriend gets sucked into a wheely-bin and then the man yells at some alien consciousness for a while. Not really exciting stuff.
But obviously, as I continued watching, (actually, while watching the next episode) I became hooked. My problem with episode "Rose" is that any sci-fi that exists in the episode, we're as clueless as Rose is. The Doctor doesn't explain much of anything going on. He does a much better job explaining things as they're traveling through time and space which, of course, is the most fun part of the story.
I'll probably post more on this topic later. I feel I've bored you enough, today. :)
Tune in next time for: Why David Tennant is my Doctor
Now, a lot of you know, I'm a big Doctor Who fan and I have Megan to thank for it. A large selection of Nerdfighteria watches Doctor Who, because, let's face it, it's one of the best shows on television. But even though "my community" was so taken by The Doctor, I never really had much of a craving to find out what it was about.
It was a time when I had caught up on House, The Office, Family Guy, and How I Met Your Mother, he new season of Lost hadn't started airing yet, and I had gotten sick of flipping though my movies and having nothing magically appear.
Shut up, you do it too.
Anyway, I was just walking back from class and it was quite snowy outside. I thought to myself, 'Hey self, Megan won't shut up about this show. I mean, she mentions it in more than half of her Vlogsmoothie videos. You should probably watch it.'
So, I looked it up online. Yo, Star Trek, I know you got that reboot and everything and I'm really happy for you, but Doctor Who is the longest running science fiction show of all time. OF ALL TIME.
Wow, even in text speech, the Kanye meme is incredibly jerky...
I hopped on SurftheChannel and saw that the episodes were separated into "Classic Doctor Who" and "Doctor Who" which was relieving. Megan had said something about starting with the 2005 episodes and how they did a pretty good job explaining most of what had happened in a moderate-reboot fashion. I found and watched the first episode, "Rose".
And I wasn't impressed. At all, really.
I mean, think about it from my point of view. This guy shows up, saves this girl from these plasticly-animated-men, her boyfriend gets sucked into a wheely-bin and then the man yells at some alien consciousness for a while. Not really exciting stuff.
But obviously, as I continued watching, (actually, while watching the next episode) I became hooked. My problem with episode "Rose" is that any sci-fi that exists in the episode, we're as clueless as Rose is. The Doctor doesn't explain much of anything going on. He does a much better job explaining things as they're traveling through time and space which, of course, is the most fun part of the story.
I'll probably post more on this topic later. I feel I've bored you enough, today. :)
Tune in next time for: Why David Tennant is my Doctor
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
It's Cold in This Lab. This Blog is Going to Be Short.
BEDA: April 27, 2010
In some of the labs on campus, the air conditioning is cranked up. Way high.
This occurs for multiple reasons.
1) The health of the computers to keep them from overheating.
2) People would rather be cold than hot.
3) Keeps the air circulating.
and 4) Which is probably false, but to keep people in and out of the lab.
Think about it, the warm people come in the lab to cool off. They work at a computer where they A) Don't get much movement in their entire body but at the same time they have to B) keep some of the smallest joints on their body typing constantly against a keyboard.
After a while, the cold sets into their fingers and it gets rather uncomfortable to type. [what I'm feeling right now] Then, said hall resident leaves the lab to go elsewhere and another computer is open for availability.
I can't actually do that because, I) I'm not a hall resident of this building and II) I sorta ninja'd myself into the lab and I don't have a key to get back in.
So, because I have to come to the lab to use MACs, I just spent three hours, off and on, working on a video and because it's so freakin cold in this lab, my fingers feel frozen stiff. I actually debated going somewhere else to type this blog. BUT NO, COLD. YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS TIME.
Looking around, I count nineteen computers in this lab, twelve of which have occupants. I guess because the system is working, it means my conspiracy theory is accurate.
I win.
In some of the labs on campus, the air conditioning is cranked up. Way high.
This occurs for multiple reasons.
1) The health of the computers to keep them from overheating.
2) People would rather be cold than hot.
3) Keeps the air circulating.
and 4) Which is probably false, but to keep people in and out of the lab.
Think about it, the warm people come in the lab to cool off. They work at a computer where they A) Don't get much movement in their entire body but at the same time they have to B) keep some of the smallest joints on their body typing constantly against a keyboard.
After a while, the cold sets into their fingers and it gets rather uncomfortable to type. [what I'm feeling right now] Then, said hall resident leaves the lab to go elsewhere and another computer is open for availability.
I can't actually do that because, I) I'm not a hall resident of this building and II) I sorta ninja'd myself into the lab and I don't have a key to get back in.
So, because I have to come to the lab to use MACs, I just spent three hours, off and on, working on a video and because it's so freakin cold in this lab, my fingers feel frozen stiff. I actually debated going somewhere else to type this blog. BUT NO, COLD. YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS TIME.
Looking around, I count nineteen computers in this lab, twelve of which have occupants. I guess because the system is working, it means my conspiracy theory is accurate.
I win.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Nothing
BEDA: April 26, 2010
Once again, I've started typing a BEDA blog without any sort of subject to write about.
EDIT: I finished typing the blog and I just wanted to let you know that it does get better. You may now return to your regularly scheduled blog from my now past.
But that's the thing about blogs vs vlogs. It's rare to start a vlog with no idea and have it be entertaining. With a blog, if you don't like the direction it's heading, you can delete chunks, retype it, or completely start from scratch with little more than three clicks of a keyboard. With a vlog, time and preparation goes into filming and editing and when it's a situation like mine where I travel to a different computer to edit, there's not much re-shooting I can do if I don't like the way something turned out.
Now, as logic and my previous explanation dictates, I could delete that entire paragraph. But I don't because then you wouldn't know to what I would be referring to. The same goes with the edit that I will put at the near-beginning about how the blog will get better.
But Travis, I already read that part about the blog getting better.
Yes, appreciated reader, but I haven't typed it yet. You're perceiving time in a linear fashion.
As some of you may be able to tell by the subject matter, I watched Doctor Who today and I was trying to understand all of the plot-holes in the Matt Smith Doctor and River Song story. A lot of things are either a) huge errors, or b) unable to be explained yet. I'll get into this later but to see where I'm coming from, the sonic screwdriver. Her's was blue. His new one is green. How's that workout in the end?
Anyway, back to the subject at hand.
If I'm able to go back and edit anything I wanted to in this blog, it could be asked why I don't just fit the model of the blog to explain everything I want to say and every edit I wanted to make.
Well, that would just be boring, wouldn't it?
Once again, I've started typing a BEDA blog without any sort of subject to write about.
EDIT: I finished typing the blog and I just wanted to let you know that it does get better. You may now return to your regularly scheduled blog from my now past.
But that's the thing about blogs vs vlogs. It's rare to start a vlog with no idea and have it be entertaining. With a blog, if you don't like the direction it's heading, you can delete chunks, retype it, or completely start from scratch with little more than three clicks of a keyboard. With a vlog, time and preparation goes into filming and editing and when it's a situation like mine where I travel to a different computer to edit, there's not much re-shooting I can do if I don't like the way something turned out.
Now, as logic and my previous explanation dictates, I could delete that entire paragraph. But I don't because then you wouldn't know to what I would be referring to. The same goes with the edit that I will put at the near-beginning about how the blog will get better.
But Travis, I already read that part about the blog getting better.
Yes, appreciated reader, but I haven't typed it yet. You're perceiving time in a linear fashion.
As some of you may be able to tell by the subject matter, I watched Doctor Who today and I was trying to understand all of the plot-holes in the Matt Smith Doctor and River Song story. A lot of things are either a) huge errors, or b) unable to be explained yet. I'll get into this later but to see where I'm coming from, the sonic screwdriver. Her's was blue. His new one is green. How's that workout in the end?
Anyway, back to the subject at hand.
If I'm able to go back and edit anything I wanted to in this blog, it could be asked why I don't just fit the model of the blog to explain everything I want to say and every edit I wanted to make.
Well, that would just be boring, wouldn't it?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Hidden Treasures Right Above
BEDA: April 25, 2010
I have found that there are generally three types of people.
Some of us carry the bare essentials with us at all times. Some of us hoard everything we can and become packrats. But most of us set the majority of things we own aside in "I'll get back to these later" piles.
These piles can end up at our parent's house, at a friend's house, but most often the belongings from time past end up in the storage unit of all storage units: The attic.
This story actually begins with my cousin's surprise 18th birthday party today but the blog begins with me realizing that the attic above the garage where we were holding the party had no entrance.
So I made one.
A family friend and I found a space in the ceiling where the entrance used to be and brought the ladder over to the hole. If you know me well you know that I love flea markets, garage sales, anything with previously-thought-to-be-lost stuff. We climbed up and, at first, there seemed to be nothing really of interest.
There was a queen's trophy from the 1950s, an old baby highchair, some old dresses on the ground and a big pile of gift boxes laying in the corner but mainly just a musty room.
It was only after digging through the gift boxes that I got to anything of substantial age.
The woman who owned the house before my uncle was nearing 100 years of age. I found her diploma. And her certificates from 4H club. And a few photo albums from the 19teens. Talk about a surprise.
After looking through the dusty ruins more, (I say ruins because a lot of the things were broken and smashed) I found a single unbroken tea cup while the others had all been smashed, a ledger from 1932, and an ivory calligraphy pen in a little wooden case. My favorite thing that I found near the end was a large German bible with no distinguishable date, although it looked to be pre-1900s.
I pretty much geeked out over that.
How much do you want to wager that she didn't even know they were up there? Well, rest assured, most of it is currently on its way to her house as I type this. After all, it's her property and no one would get quite as big a kick out of it as she.
I have found that there are generally three types of people.
Some of us carry the bare essentials with us at all times. Some of us hoard everything we can and become packrats. But most of us set the majority of things we own aside in "I'll get back to these later" piles.
These piles can end up at our parent's house, at a friend's house, but most often the belongings from time past end up in the storage unit of all storage units: The attic.
This story actually begins with my cousin's surprise 18th birthday party today but the blog begins with me realizing that the attic above the garage where we were holding the party had no entrance.
So I made one.
A family friend and I found a space in the ceiling where the entrance used to be and brought the ladder over to the hole. If you know me well you know that I love flea markets, garage sales, anything with previously-thought-to-be-lost stuff. We climbed up and, at first, there seemed to be nothing really of interest.
There was a queen's trophy from the 1950s, an old baby highchair, some old dresses on the ground and a big pile of gift boxes laying in the corner but mainly just a musty room.
It was only after digging through the gift boxes that I got to anything of substantial age.
The woman who owned the house before my uncle was nearing 100 years of age. I found her diploma. And her certificates from 4H club. And a few photo albums from the 19teens. Talk about a surprise.
After looking through the dusty ruins more, (I say ruins because a lot of the things were broken and smashed) I found a single unbroken tea cup while the others had all been smashed, a ledger from 1932, and an ivory calligraphy pen in a little wooden case. My favorite thing that I found near the end was a large German bible with no distinguishable date, although it looked to be pre-1900s.
I pretty much geeked out over that.
How much do you want to wager that she didn't even know they were up there? Well, rest assured, most of it is currently on its way to her house as I type this. After all, it's her property and no one would get quite as big a kick out of it as she.
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