Friday, January 30, 2004

   Egeagahootoaha!!!!!!!
They kept us out of school... AGAIN! A whole week of school missed due to stupid snow. >_< Every other school district went in, even if it was under a two hour delay. >_< Grr...

"EAR GERBIL!" -Pleakly
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Thursday, January 29, 2004

   It's a little late for Christmas...
BUT...

Here's Something To Consider. . .
There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the
world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu,
Jewish
or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan) religions, this reduces the workload
for
Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the
population reference bureau).
At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household that comes to
108
million homes presuming there is at least one good child in each. Santa
has
about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time
zones
and the rotation of the earth, assuming east to west (which seems
logical).
This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each
Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a
second
to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stocking,
distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks
have
been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get
onto the next house.
Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed
around
the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for
the
purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per
household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom
stops
or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per
second--3,000 times the speed of sound.
For purposes of comparison, the fastest man made vehicle, the Ulysses
space
probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional
reindeer
can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.
The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming
that
each child gets nothing more than a medium sized LEGO set two pounds,
the
sleigh is carrying over 500 thousands tons, not counting Santa himself.
On
land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even
granting that the "flying" reindeer can pull 10 times the normal amount,
the
job can't be done with eight or even nine of them---Santa would need
360,000
of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the
sleigh,
another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen
Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).
600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air
resistance - this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a
spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer
would adsorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In
short,
they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the
reindeer
behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire
reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or
right about the time Santa reached the fifth house.
Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating
from
a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to
acceleration forces of 17,000 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems almost
ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015
pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing
him
to
a quivering blob of pink goo.
Therefore, if Santa ever did exist, he's dead now.
Merry Christmas from an Engineer
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X3 And I actually have school tommorrow! Yay!

The bad side: My best friend,Krista, and another friend,Kat, are fighting. Why? See Kat and this guy were going out and he (the boyfriend) told Krista that he found himself annoyed with Kat and that he liked her (Krista). So, last Friday, he broke up with Kat and asked Krista to be his girlfriend. Needless to say, Kat isn't to happy with either of them.

"As far as I'm concerned, we're baby-sitting." -Hiei
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Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Shameless advertising... Again!
Only one site this time, though. ^^

http://img16.photobucket.com/albums/v48/RabidDPAK/Yu-Gi-Oh%20Screenshots

Yuppers. My very own screenshot gallery. ^^

Oh, and if you want to use any of my screenshots, feel free to. ^^

"I don't know guys. He's still a talking rock." -Kuwabara
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Tuesday, January 27, 2004

   For a change, let's poke fun at...
Chain e-mails! The things we love to hate!

This is an actual e-mail my step-dad sent to me that was sent from his brother that was sent from so-and-so, and so -on and so-forth:

> > Hello,
> > My name is none of your business. I am suffering from seven rare and deadly
> > diseases, poor scores on final exams, fear of being mauled by squirrels,
> > and guilt for not forwarding out 50 billion chain letters sent to me by
> > people who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor 6 year
> > old girl in Arkansas with a potato growing out of her forehead will be able
> > to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell
> > her off to the traveling freak show.
> > Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone
> > you send "his" email to $1000? How stupid are you? Ooooh, looky here! If I
> > scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll meet the girl (or guy) of my
> > dreams tomorrow! What a bunch of junk. So basically, this message is
> > directed to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than to
> > send me stupid chain mail forwards. Maybe the evil letter leprechauns will
> > come into my house and write "I'm a weirdo" on my forehead in permanent
> > marker in my sleep for not continuing the chain which was started by a
> > knight of the round table and was brought to
> > this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the
> > year 2000, it'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for longest
> > continuous streak of blatant stupidity. If you're going to forward
> > something, atleast send me something mildly amusing. I've seen all the
> > "send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse
> > for a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being"
> > forward about 90 times. It's getting old. Show a little intelligence and
> > think about what you're actually contributing to by sending out forwards.
> >
> > THE FOUR BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:
> >
> > Chain Letter Type 1: (scroll down)
> >
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> > Make a wish!!!
> >
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> > No, really, go on and make one!!!
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> > Oh please, they'll never go out with you!!!
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> > Wish something else!!!
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> > No, I'm sorry, we're out of ponies at the time being!!
> >
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> > Have you forgotten why you're scrolling yet?
> >
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> > STOP!!!!
> >
> > Wasn't that fun? :) Hope you made a great wish :)
> >
> > Now, to make you feel guilty, here's what I'll do. First of all, if you
> > don't send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be kidnapped
> > by ninja elves and thrown off a high building into a pile of manure. It's
> > true! Because, THIS letter isn't like all of those fake ones, THIS one is
> > TRUE!!
> > Really!!!
> >
> > Here's how it goes:
> >
> >
> > *Send this to 1 person:
> > One person will be annoyed with you for sending them a stupid chain letter.
> >
> > *Send this to 2-5 people:
> > 2-5 people will be annoyed with you for sending them a stupid chain letter.
> >
> > *Send this to 5-10 people:
> > 5-10 people will be annoyed with you for sending them a stupid chain
> > letter, and may form a plot on your life.
> >
> > *Send this to 10-20 people:
> > 10-20 people will be annoyed with you for sending them a stupid chain
> > letter and will napalm your house.
> >
> >
> > Thanks!!!! Good Luck!!!
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Chain Letter Type 2:
> >
> > Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving
> > little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents,
> > and no goats. This little boy's life could be saved, because for every time
> > you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless
> > Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Oh, and remember,
> > we have absolutely no way of counting the emails sent and this is all a
> > complete load of junk. So go on reach out.
> >
> > Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds.
> >
> > Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to
> >
> > 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly!!! Thanks again!!
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Chain Letter Type 3:
> >
> > Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is
> > absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as
> > many sad email addicts with nothing better to do. So this is how it works:
> >
> > 1. Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something
> > horrible will happen to you like:
> >
> > *Bizarre Horror Story* #1
> >
> > Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently
> > received this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the
> > sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was ushed down a drainpipe in a flood of
> > rotted leaves, and went flying out over a waterfall. Not only did she smell
> > nasty, she died too.
> > This Could Happen To You!!!
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > *Bizarre Horror Story* 2
> >
> > Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored
> > it. Later that day, he was crushed by an anvil that was dropped by a plane
> > that just happened to be flying directly above him.
> >
> > This Could Happen To You Too!!!
> >
> > 2. Remember, you could end up just like Pinsley and Bip. Just send this
> > letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be okay.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Chain Letter Type 4:
> >
> > As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to every one of your
> > friends.
> >
> > Friends
> > Blah, Blah, Blah,
> > Friends,
> > Blah, Blah, Blah.
> >
> > A friend is not someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his
> > wish of being rich to come true.
> >
> > Now pass this on! If you don't, no one will like you for as long as you
> > live. I mean it, as long as you live.
> > The point being?
> >
> > *If you get some chain letter that's threatening to leave you friendless or
> > luckless for the rest of your life, delete it.
> >
> > *If it's funny, send it on. Don't annoy people by making them feel guilty
> > about a leper in Botswana with no teeth, who's been tied to a dead elephant
> > for 27 years, whose only chance of living is the 5 cents per letter he'll
> > receive if you forward this mail, otherwise you'll end up like Miranda.
> > Right.
> >
> > *******Now forward this to everyone you know otherwise you'll find all your
> > socks missing tomorrow morning!
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Be expecting more of these funny e-mails. There sure to put a smile on your face, and make the world a better place.

"And now for something different." -From the Monty Python 'Something Different' tape
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   OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!1111111111 U r teh sht!!!!!!11111
Translated Title: Oh my God! Oh my God! You annoy me!
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Evr gt th@ knd f mssge?

OMG, i hte net spek. It teh sht.

Wud it hrt 2 spek ingrish?

OK, im dun.
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Ever get that kind of message?

God, I hate internet lingo. >_< So annoying.

Would it hurt to speak English?

Okay, I'm through.
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   Random!
It's the most fun I've had with clicking in... forever!

http://www.therandomgame.com

Just TRY and beat my high score of 17.38823. Just try...
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Monday, January 26, 2004

   5700p1d 5n0w
The aboce is l337 for 'Stupid Snow'. See, the snow we got yesterday (abput four inches) got us out of school today. And they called school off for tommorrow already. >_<; I WANNA GO BACK TO SCHOOL ALREADY!
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   Mr. Mouse
Mr. Mouse is a rat. ^^ And he currently can be found (in a shrunken version) in my current avatar.

I wish I owned a rat like Mr. Mouse. That would pwn.

Anywhoose, my current background is *ALSO* a rat, but not Mr. Mouse.

"Actually.. I think geometry is even more evil than Mr. Mouse." -Comment Mr. Mouse
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Sunday, January 25, 2004

   Welp, I feel just awful now...
On deviantART, a friend of mine had nearly her whole gallery deleted because she was an iconist. I was pissed and posted a rant aboutt it in the complaints forum. I ended up getting flamed and she ended up getting banned. V_V Not the best weekend in the world.

Below is the journal entry I just posted.
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Does anyone happen to know Kazuki Takahashi's email address? Or maybe his mailing adress so I can get his premission to use screenshots here. *note the occasional sarcastic spasms*

I finally posted my rage against the devART way-too-strict copyright policy and I got majorally flamed. Including from a person who FAVED some of my screenshots. >>; <<; No joke.

And I'd like to extend my apologies to xxii to whom, with my complaints, is now banned. And it's entirely my fualt. Sorry, again, Malori-sama.

Anywhoose, until I can manange to find a way to contact Mr. Takahashi, you'll just have to live without screenshots.

And one last note to all those people who bitched about my complaint: why don't you try to sue all those people who have websites that use screenshots without premission? Or report every single club that allows screenshots to be in their contests without premission from the creator? Or every single club, due to the fact they don't own the character?!

Okay, I'm through. I'll just end this with a little qoute from 8-Bit Theatre:

"Final Fantasy and its images are copyright by Square a mighty fine company that certainly wouldn't be petty enough to sue the likes of me because they're so very nice. not to mention the fact that under the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, they can't touch me."

Above Rant (c) Me
8-Bit Theatre and Qoute (c) Brian Clevinger
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On a lighter note, it's snowing. Yay!

Calvin: Want to help me write a book?
Hobbes: Sure, what's it about?
Calvin: Well, you know what Historical Fiction is? This is sort of like that. I'm writing a fictional autobiography. It's the story of my life, but with a lot of parts completely made up.
Hobbes: Why would you make up your own life?
Calvin: Because in my book I have a flamethrower!
-Calvin and Hobbes (c) Bill Watterson
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Friday, January 23, 2004

   Bandit... The Flirt?
>_< I've been accused of flirting several times in the past week. Thing is: I don't know how to flirt! Oo;

See, in Science, the guy I sit beside, Caleb, and I are always making comments to each other in class. We're just goofing around and the girl in front of us says that we're flirting. --;

What's worst is, in P.E., I've been dubbed 'Speed Demon' due to the fact I can walk extremely fast and don't tire easily. Thusly, some people, when inside the gym, try to race me and see if they can get ahead of me. Guys included. So, yesterday, this guy, I think his name is Ryan, decided to challenge me. I was having fun with this, seeing how I turned it into a game. One of the other girls, a friend of mine, asked if I had found a boyfriend. I glared and replied no. Well, the race continued. Eventually, after he passed me by a good bit, he sorta fell over backwards and laid there, strecthed out for a bit. Once I got around to him, I kicked him the side lightly, grinned, and told him to get up. I walked off, he still lay there. On my way away, I heard some guys talking to him telling him that I liked him and that was my way of flirting. Oo;

How can one flirt if they don't know how?

"THEY MADE A MONKEY OUT OF MEEEEEEEE!" -Robo-monkey Tristan (Yu-Gi-Oh!)
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