SC

How weird is this...? The Supreme Court on LJ... -j.

eX-Box

"I just figured since you were going to marry the internet you would know where to look." -roy

CSPAN Radio -- "Everyone who makes less than $100k should have to go join the military. If you're 23 or 24 and working at some supermarket for minimum wage, you should be going over there to protect the people with money." -Some dude from Chatanooga, TN who owns his own carpet cleaning business. Hm... who do you think he would have left to work for him? Just old people who are poor?

Mix 107.3 this morning: Do you have an ex-box? You know... a box where you keep stuff from your ex-significant other(s). Does your SO know about it or would you tell your SO? What do you keep in it and why?

ICE CREAM!

Free ice cream:
Ben & Jerry's today
Baskin-Robbins tomorrow


Cookie Monster's Bulimia Nervosa

Yes, cookies *are* good. But too much of anything
is never a good thing. Instead of bingeing and
purging, try to regulate your eating habits.
Maybe instead of having two dozen cookies, you
could have two. Also, you should slow down
your eating. Chew each bite several times
before swallowing. Eating more slowly makes it
easier to tell when you are full. And don't
worry about body image--people love you just
the way you are, googly eyes and all.

Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Doughnuts and girl scouts and signs oh my!

A more detailed entry on this weekend, though it's not any more interesting than the other one. So whatever. Did the happy hour thing on Friday. Somehow the group grew to about 15 people and by the end of the night everyone was wearing Krispy Kreme hats. It was great. Played some exceptionally bad pool, kicked some furniture, then skipped out.

Saturday was museum day. They had a girl scout thing going on, so the place was a madhouse until about 3 o'clock. Not to mention the part where they switched which of their internal organizations was in charge of the info desk, and they never contacted me even though I emailed 4 times and called 4 times trying to find out who was going to be in charge and what I needed to do to transition over and stay at that museum. In any case, now that I've gone through the rigorous (read: painful) 6 weeks of training for the other group, I just need to go through customer service training before I can officially work again. It's a friggin' volunteer position. Let me do my thing and you can do yours. Sheesh. It should not be this difficult to donate my time. I'm thinking about going to the aquarium to volunteer instead now. This is getting to be not worth the hassle. I could go scuba diving every week and swim with the fishies. Seems slightly better than being nice to people. Anyway, hung out with ITP after that. Watched some movies, went to Chipotle, ate cookies. It was a good night.

Sunday, braved DC with ITP to attend the pro-choice march. Played the part of lemming, met up with my mom, and wandered around. It was an interesting experience. The crowd was filled with people wearing shirts declaring "This Is What a Feminist Looks Like," "The only Bush I trust is my own," and other various slogans and phrases. There were chants each time we passed pro-lifers protesting the march, "Pro-Life, that's a lie! You don't care if women die!" And I think I've seen this on bumper stickers before or something, but there were a bunch of people carrying signs saying, "If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?" That, going up against the oversized signs set up by the pro-lifers declaring, "God hates you" and the enlarged picture of an aborted baby. Anyway, there were the police barricades separating the two sides. It was a pretty peaceful gathering, considering the number of people and the amount emotion on both sides. After that, we had some time to kill before heading over to the Improv, so we hung out in front of the Brickskeller until they opened. Went in, ordered, had the waiter come back to tell us that the drinks we ordered were not available. Oh yeah, and also the food we ordered wasn't available either. You lose. Try again. After that, off to the Improv to see Margaret Cho. The first few minutes were talking about the march, so that was kinda cool. Then she did her thing. She's funny, but she sure is one weird chick. Oh and also on the stalker front... SPJ spotted a person in attendance who works at a certain bar that this group frequents on occasion. Friday may have been one of those occasions... But anyway. Headed home, traded stories with the roomie, ate some cookies, and time for bed.

Monday. Still trying to schedule my life. It doesn't help much that I haven't had a typical week since probably around last fall. But I will still try to compartmentalize my life and see how that works out for me. That's about it for now. Might even get around to reading tonight. I will finish a book before the end of May. Yeah, reasonable goals. That's it... :) -J.

come on... challenge me

Pink duct tape anyone?

Weekend stuff something something

friday - happy hour at carpool with the people and stuff
saturday - museum shenanigans. beaurocratic nonsense. bulletproof monk (bad). chipotle. october sky(good!!).
sunday - march for women's lives, brickskeller, margaret cho.

tired... going to sleep so i won't be cranky at work tomorrow. might actually write something about what i did this weekend when i have time. hah. when i have time... :) -j.

YAYYYY!!!

I won the google game!
1. Happy earth day
2. Check out google
3. Email me

hello world...it's me moomoo....

so, I have given up my blogging boycott to get a new e-mail addy...I know...I'm a sell-out...unprincipled money grabbing geek...nothing new in my world, but maybe one day something REALLY REALLY REALLY exciting could happen to me and I will have a voice...oh, I do have my website which I've been redesigning that can be my voice, but I have nothing to say...and I would have to leave the house or my office to have something REALLY REALLY REALLY exciting happen, right? alright...I'll check in once in a while to make sure you all are playing nice...

Mwahhahah... so bad, must post...

The neighbor lady has a real problem and I was hoping that maybe I could get some advice: you see,over the past thirty years,she had three sons that she named Gregory and they all passed away --- one in 1970,one in 1983,and one in 1994. Now,during each of their lives,she lived in three different states and what she wants to have is all of their remains exhumed and re-buried in Pennsylvania...but not only in the same plot but ALL THREE in the same coffin! I told her that it was a bad idea and she shouldn't even consider doing that because you should never put all your Gregs in one casket...

Also, I don't know this person, but angeldesignpro had this icon doober up and it made me laugh:

March for Women's Lives

Consider: Attending the March for Women's Lives, projected to be the largest political gathering in a generation. April 25th, Washington DC.

If you can go: http://www.clickbackamerica.org/petition1.php?id=21

If you can't: http://www.clickbackamerica.org/petition1.php?id=22

From the why we march page:
I marched for choice on the Mall in Washington, DC in the spring of 1992 while visibly pregnant. The anti-choice people on the sidelines were really appalled when they saw me. They screamed at me, shouting things like "How can you be pro-abortion when you are pregnant?" and "How can you be pro-abortion when you wouldn't have one?"

I responded that I was not "pro-abortion" and no one else really was either. We were pro-CHOICE, and THAT was why I was marching. I was having a baby by choice, not because I was forced to, and not because my only other option was a butcher knife or a coat hanger on a dirty table with my life in the hands of some hack.

I will march again, now 12 years later, this time with the daughter that I was carrying then marching with me. I want her to have choices too. FOREVER.

Gail Gordon,
VA
---------------------------
I march because my only choice was an abortion done on a kitchen table in a dirty house, with a single light bulb that glared in my eyes as I looked at the paint peeling off of a dingy, yellowed ceiling.
I march because I did not know the name of the man who drove me to this location or returned me to my neighborhood, or the name of the woman who held a pill to my mouth "so I wouldn't feel anything".
I march because the man, whose transparent attempt at disguise failed to prevent me from realizing he was the man who owned a warehouse in my neighborhood.
I march because the memory of the night I cried from pain, fear and loneliness while my insides burned as if on fire as I lay on that table is always only, ever,a heartbeat away.
I march because I lived after being dropped off 3 long blocks from my apartment building, and could feel the blood running down my legs as I trudged home on a dark, hot, summer night.
I march because when I was taken to the emergency room a compassionate physician knew what questions not to ask.
I march because I lived.
I march because, sadly, there is no other choice but to march.

Noreen B , RN
MD

The Daily Collegian - What she doesn't know will kill you

SPJ sent me today's LOTD: friend-crush, which made me look up the other article that I saw a while back, but I can't remember where/when/from whom. Sounds vaguely like something someone may have forwarded to me around val-day, but I could be wrong. Anyway:

What she doesn't know will kill you
by Matt Brochu
November 21, 2003

You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that 'Suga how you get so fly' song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don't know why she's there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her room phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen's house in West Springfield (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn't know.

Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or UMass, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a 'Buddy Alert' is, you've rigged your computer to play 'Fat Guy in a Little Coat' from 'Tommy Boy' every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn't know.

She's it. All right, so maybe not 'it' it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you'd-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know.

She's gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you're startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a "Where's Waldo" sort of way. More like you can't stop writing third grade run-on sentences because you can't remotely begin to describe something ... someone ... so inherently amazing. But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.

You wouldn't mind that the questioning, "Hello?" on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn't mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn't mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. ... because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don't mind that you've slipped up twice when you were hammered and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn't know.

Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years.

You remember everything she's ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can't remember your teaching assistant's name, and you can't remember that your Puffton rent check was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it's because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn't know.

But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you're hung over. You could kick his butt, and you've never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1988.

But she loves him. He wouldn't know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn't know.

Then, out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face and dumps him. She comes to you. You've been there before, so you seem like the smartest guy on earth. She cries, but your corny half-joke, half-compliment somehow gets a smile out of her that almost makes you feel ashamed that you're the only one around who gets to witness it. It looks like you might make her realize that all guys don't deserve to have rocks thrown at them.

But nothing changes. She doesn't know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she'll never know. You get that feeling that you'll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes "Sleepless in Seattle" look like "Girls Gone Wild."

You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn't know. You're not in love. You're not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it's about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them to.

So ___________, it's about time you know*.

Now cut this out, fill in her name, and give it to her, coward. Just let me know how it works out.

Matt Brochu is a Collegian columnist.

Doober and the other doober

And I'm back alive and well. Went to Boston this weekend with ITP. Wandered around Harvard Square, bought a pair of shiny new shoes (well, less shiny, more maroon with orange shoelaces... but you get the gist.), had some tasty slave-free chocolate... Got to meet a bunch of ITP's friends which was really fun. They had a bbq thing and the weather cooperated quite nicely. Went out with a few people after that to play pool. All the bars are *smoke free*. Oh whoa. Just did a search for smokefree places around here and google rules. Smokefree restaurants in the DC area and Arlington. Happy! Anyway, went back for more chocolate on Sunday and then to the aquarium. We got to see the sea lion, penguins, jelly fish, sea turtles, and a bunch of other stuff. (Including the feeder dude who got bit by a penguin while talking about how they're territorial. Ok, well I didn't actually see it happen. Like I didn't see the dude getting hit in the crotch with a cue ball. But I was there. If I didn't spend 90% of my time in the mysterious land that is the inside of my head, I might have seen these things happen.) Anyway, lots of fun. Back, but still not all caught up on my sleep yet. Planning out my next 4 weekends. Been trying to plan a lazy weekend for almost two months now, but I think I'm just going to settle for a lazy day this Friday. :) -J.

What is enjanerd's disease?

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Enjanerd's Disease
Cause:	viral
Symptoms:	glowing in the dark, revolving neck, impotence, occasional tooth loss
Cure:	take five Prozac tablets with meals
Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

Chipotle

Gah... adventures... go today to chipotle either to redeem your free burrito or to buy a burrito and redeem it this weekend. Different chipotles are following different rules. very confusing. go. GO! GO now!! -j.

alligators and ferrets

Ok... so this is a slightly non-mainstream question... but does anyone know anything about alligators and ferrets? More specifically, whether they cohabitate well? Sources/references a must. 10 points to whoever gives me something useful. Much appreciated. Uhm... Let's just say curiousity and leave it at that, hm? Yeah. That. :) -J.

Hokie Hornets

NAVY HOKIES OVER IRAQ
Virginia Tech alumni, LT. Chad "Nutz" Underwood (VT 1998) and LCDR Kevin "Bugs" Aanestad (VT 1998) are members of the U.S. Navy F/A-18F Super Hornet Strike-Fighter Squadron "Black Aces" of VFA-41, and are huge Hokie fans and BeamerBall.com members! Click the above photos for larger versions!

We wanted to share these fabulous photos of the pilots taken over Iraq during the Virginia Tech/Miami game this past November 1st. LT. Underwood and LCDR Aanestad's squadron was part of the first wave of Super Hornets to fly into Iraq last year at the start of the war, and our Hokie pilots were in the air during the Miami game! The pilots were able to receive updates while airborne, thanks to a couple of friends in their command-and-control platform. The pilots watched the game shortly after landing back on the ship! Go Hokies, and thank you to all members of our Armed Forces for everything they do!

Chipotle and Penguin

Chipotle-- Today's the last day to get your BurritoEZ form. Thanks to my sis for giving me a heads up and SPJ for investigating on the date thing today. Go by and do the thing with the stuff... and bring it back any time tomorrow through Sunday for a free burrito. Happy eatings! :)

Also, Todd & Penguin... back and better than ever! :) -J.

Heh...

Executioner: Hey man, how's it hangin'?
Convict: Bight me.


DO, a loop, a normal loop,
Array, a 2-D storage space,
Me, recursion, I call myself,
Bar, a variable to chase.

No, a value meaning not,
Yes, a term to follow No,
C, a lang where >> will rot,

That will bring us back to DO, Array, Me, Bar, No, Yes, C, DO,

A loop, a . . .

Yahoo! News - Writers Working on 'The Simpsons' Movie

Yahoo! News - Writers Working on 'The Simpsons' Movie

More of the LJ cult thing

National Geographic News

Bored...

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "...thousands of lines and light-weight polylines..."

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? A 3" binder on my bookshelf

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV? Simpsons on DVD this weekend... I don't know if that counts though. Otherwise, basketball game a couple weeks ago. Man, that was sad. I had to consult a calendar to remember when I watched TV...

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is: 12:05 PM

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 12:03 PM

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? The fully functional A/C in the building!!

7: When did you last step outside? 8

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at? http://www.livejournal.com/community/welovegeeks/

9: What are you wearing? gray pin-striped suit and white button-down shirt.

10: Did you dream last night? If I did, I don't remember.

11: When did you last laugh? About 10 minutes ago.

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in? A poster of the ships and submarines of the US Navy, a bulletin board, a VT flag, a Kraft Foods calendar, an enlarged printout of the US frequency allocations in the radio spectrum, and a white board.

13: Seen anything weird lately? Yes, of course. But if I told you, I'd have to kill you.

14: What do you think of this quiz? This isn't a quiz, it's more of a questionnaire.

15: What is the last film you saw? The Usual Suspects

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? Cookies! A girl's gotta eat...

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: I used to have a bald spot.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? Make everyone stop being so fucking ignorant and narrow-minded. (That's actually what the person before me said, but it's much more concise than what I was going to write. Same point made though.)

19: Do you like to dance? Do monkeys have opposable thumbs?

20: George Bush: I would vote for a [trained] monkey before voting for this guy.

21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? ParasiteGirl.

21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? ParasiteBoy. Ok, fine. Not really. But I don't have names lined up!

22: Would you ever consider living abroad? No.

23: Will you pass on this survey? Not really pass... so much as post so other people will steal it for my amusement. ;)


Just doing my part to make this the top hit on google for Jew (and not the hate site).

Subservient Chicken

Subservient Chicken

Doober

Huh... On the phone with BFF tonight and she asked if I had ever googled doober. Surprisingly, I had not. So, apparently, other people have a use for that word too, but I'm going to continue using it my way (In place of anything I deem appropriate, i.e. "Oh my doober!" "The doober on the doober next to the other doober.").

In other news...

Happy Easter! :) Didn't get around to dying eggs today, but maybe I'll have time in a couple weeks. I still have egg-dying kits from years ago.

Spent the weekend road-tripping in ITP's shiny new car. Went down to Suffolk to visit JCH (El presidente a la sub team)... wandered around sleepy hole park. Yeah, that's right. Sleepy hole. After that, headed up for our next adventure in the ghetto to visit BFF. Stopped in at Krispy Kreme on our way back and that's about it.

Now, spending way more time blogging/online than I intended. Time for bed. Gotta get to work early... so I can leave early... to go see... <gloat>Kill Bill: Vol. 2</gloat>. :) -J.

Dealing

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Mitch Hedberg Quotes

Mitch Hedberg Quotes

Are you chinese or japanese...?

Stolen from eep:

Bold lines that are true for you.

1. Your mother has a short-haired, curly perm or dyed.
2. Your dad is some sort of engineer.
3. Your parents still tried to get you into places half-price saying you were 12 when you were really 15.
4. You ask your parents help on one math problem and 2 hours later they're still lecturing. [They can't help me. Why don't I already understand it on my own??]
5. You have a 40 lb. bag of rice in your pantry. [No, but my parents have a 50lb bag...]
6. You shop Ranch 99. [it’s an asian supermarket in CA]
7. Everyone thinks you're Chinese no matter what part of Asia your ancestors were from.
8. You've had a bowl haircut at one point in your life.
9. Your parents enjoy comparing you to their friends' kids.
10. You've had to sit through karaoke videos with scantily clad, ugly Asian women attempting to dance and walk around a temple, forest, or library.
11. Your parents say, Don't forget your heritage.
12. You or your parents drive mostly Japanese cars.
13. You've learned to keep bargaining even if the prices are rock bottom.
14. You've had to eat parts of animals they don't even put in hot dogs.
15. At least once, you've started a joke with Confucius say....
16. You know what bok choy is.
17. You've gotten little red envelopes around February. [And at almost every other recognizable holiday.]
18. Piles of shoes tend to make it hard to open the front, back, and closet doors.
19. You hear (your name + eee (optional) + yah!) every time someone calls you (e.g. Joy - ee - yah! or Joy - yah!).
20. You have no eyelashes. [eyebrows]
21. Idiot people try to impress you with pathetic imitation Asian languages, like the ever-so-popular: ching chong woo bok chi, etc...
22. Your parents say leaving rice in your bowl is a sin.
23. The Bio lectures on marine life (seaweed, sea cucumbers, octopii) was last night's dinner.
24. Your ancestors 1000 generations back invented the back scratcher.
26. Your parents hover over your tired, caffeine-drugged body at 12 midnight to say, In Korea (or other native country), we studied even more.
27. Your parents expect you'll be best friends with any one off the street in any given area as long as they are Asian.
28. An Asian woman comes on campus and people ask: Is that your mother? Well then, Is it your sister?
29. Your relatives' houses smell like incense, mothballs or both.
30. Your parents say, "Calculus? I took Calculus in 8th grade!"
31. Everyone thinks you're good at math.
32. Your parents' vocabulary is filled with ai-yahs, and Wah's.
33. You like $1.75 movies.
34. You like $1.50 movies even more.
35. Your aunts and uncles bring you back adorable clothing from Asia with fuzzy bunnies, vinyl ducks, and English words that make no sense, in great colors like yellow, pink, magenta, orange, and the ever popular lime green.
36. Your parents insist you marry within your race.
37. You never order chop suey, sweet and sour pork, or any other imitation of oriental food.
38. You either really, really want to go to UCI or really, really want to stay away from it.
39. Your parents have never kissed you.
40. Your parents have never kissed each other.
41. You learned about the birds and the bees from someone other than your parents.
42. You want a stereo?! When I was your age, I didn't even have shoes!!
43. People see a bunch of scribbles on a chopstick and ask you to translate.
44. You have to call just about all your parent's friends Auntie and Uncle.
45. You have 12+ aunts and uncles. [And a small country's worth of cousins...]
46. At expensive restaurants, you order a delicious glass of water for your beverage and NEVER order dessert. [but dessert is the best part!]
47. Your parents simply cut the green/black part off the bread and say Eat anyway. It's still good.
48. The vast majority of the people related to you wear glasses. Thick glasses.
49. You will most likely be taller than your parents.
50. Your parents have either made you play the piano, the violin, or both.
51. You get nothing if you do well in school, but crapped on if you don't. [oh so true]
52. When going to other people's houses, you always have to bring a gift
53. Your dad still pulls his socks up to his knees, you know, the ones with the blue and pink stripes at the top.
54. Your family owns a tennis racquet, golf clubs, or both.
55. Your family always cheers for the Asian athlete on TV (i.e. Michael Chan.)
56. The furniture in your house never matches the wallpaper, the carpet, the decorations, or any of the rest of the furniture.
57. You have rocks, sticks, leaves, and strange-smelling, unknown substances in your pantry for use as medicine.
58. You own a rice cooker or two.
59. You buy soy sauce by the gallon.
60. Your family owns butcher knives bigger than your head.
61. Your parents tell you about how long it took for them to get to school, how horrible the weather was in their native country, and how much they still appreciated going.
62. Your parents buy you clothes and shoes many sizes too big so you can grow into it and wear it for years to come. [still do, even though I haven’t grown in 8 years]
63. Your parents believe in fung shui.
64. Your parents are very conservative and think that tank
tops/halters/spaghetti straps shows too much skin. (mom was always saying “you’ll catch cold!”) [more grandmother than parents, and applies to short sleeve t-shirts too]
65. Everytime your parents lecture you, they always make up excuses that relate to everything you've done in the past.
66. You eat rice everyday. [for those that want to know, i have a great pizza for dinner story]
67. You like JIN.
68. When you were little, your parents beat you with sticks and stuff.

Air America Radio

LOTD from Jas: Air America Radio

Gives me something to do at work.

92 degrees

My office is 92 100 degrees and rising. That's almost double the temperature outside (a blistering 54 degrees). Luckily, tomorrow is going to be a casual day. Somehow, that doesn't make up for it to me.

Couldn't help myself

Go here, click play, then listen to ad152. :) -J.

Google

Enjaborg loves Google. This is not a secret fact. So the other day in class, my teacher brought up a Google search for medical school stuff. He was like "if you don't know the answer to something and are studying late at night and there's no professor around to ask questions, this magic thing called the internet has some answers!" I was so excited, being the uber-nerd that I am, that Google was brought up. I'm sure everyone else in class was like "what? go back to the lecture crazy prof." I then had a discussion with some classmates, and God forbid one of them thought Yahoo was more powerful than Google. Another classmate and I were quick to correct and convert him, by forceful suggestion, that Google was far more superior.

That's my Google story. Enjaborg said that I could guest-blog, since she's on another Enja-hiatus. And you know what, one final thought. While the prof was giving a powerpoint presentation, he actually had to exit the ppt slideshow to go to the Google window. And I sadly thought to myself "okay, has he never heard of Alt-Tab?" Yeah uber-nerdiness. But I figured you all would enjoy the story. If not, well then PRETEND like you do. Humor me.

Are you humoring me yet? Good.

*preaching the wonders of the Book of Goog* -FashionGoogler

TTFN. :)

Truth about Bowling for Columbine

Truth about Bowling for Columbine

being lazy

Being lazy about blogging... on hiatus until I post again. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week... Leave a cookie or something.

Chemo Angels

Saw this on HeroicStories and it sounded interesting: Chemo Angels

Top 100 April Fool's Day Hoaxes Of All Time

LOTD from Nothing: Top 100 April Fool's Day Hoaxes Of All Time

This is a repeat from last year, but reposting just in case anyone missed out.

April Fools...

Man, Google's bein' all tricksy today. Don't believe their lies...

Google Job Opportunities: Google Copernicus Center is hiring

Google Gets the Message, Launches Gmail