Sunday, March 26, 2006

The Blog is Not Dead!

The word verification on here was broken for a while. I couldn't post anything because it kept saying "smentia" as that funky psychedelic word at the bottom, and when I typed it in, it told me I had not typed in the word properly.

I guess it was broken. Now, it is fixed. I'm gonna have some morning coffee, maybe some toast, definetly some Calculus.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Lists of Fucks

I just realized, that if I really wanted to, I could post "fuck" on here, repeatedly, over-and-over again in, in one never ending hypnotic fuck saga. A fuck saga... sounds like a volume of a XXX porn mag. Whatever, here's a huge stream of fucks.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck 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Here's another list of fucks:
Scientologists
Mormons
Rich People
Anyone with more than 5 children
My 8th grade English teacher
Fundamentalists (of any kind)
School Bus Drivers
Drunk drivers

Here's another list of fucks:
69
45
Doggy-style
Missionary
Leapfrog
Spread-eagle
Spoons
Reverse peace sign
Inverted missionary
Camel Ride
Squashing of the deckchair
Peace Sign
Butterfly
Coital alignment technique
Stopperage
Yawning
Octopus
Cowgirl
Reverse Cowgirl
Italian chandelier
Watching the game
Armchair
Black bee
Furniture
Persuading of the debtor
Playing of the cello
Proposal
Split Level
Stand and carry
Wheelbarrow
High Heels
Harvey Wallbanger
Cross
NASCAR
Head to toe
Rocking chair
K
T-square position
Drilling for Oil
The Seventh Posture
Advanced black bee position
Toilet position
Helicopter fuck
Sorority fuck
Wheelbarrow doggy fuc
Fettucini alfredo
Frot
Tribadism
The Bend Over Blom
Muffdiving position
Buried in muff
Face missionary
The Glory Hole
Head-against-the-wall
Head back
Hanging for head
"On your back, Jack"
"On your knees (please)"
Sitting down to eat
Standard face
back handspring meets fellatio
96
Piledriver
Pick-up
The Dancing Dolphin
Teh Canary Chasam Delight

Wikipedia ran out of fucks. I ran out of fucks. Nice fucking all over this article, an orgy, I must say.

War on _________

I was listening to NPR the other day, and this intelligent-sounding guy with a cool accent was talking about how one can't fight a war on terror because it's an abstract concept, a method, and it cannot be a true war, like one against the Nazis during WWII. I agreed with him completely and began to wonder what other abstract concepts you could declare war on...

War on Poverty
How to Fight: Blow up all of the poor people or all the rich people, leaving the wealth relatively well distributed.

War on Hunger
How to Fight: Blow up everyone except farmers, thereby leaving a completely self-sustaining, agragarian society.

War on Driving
How to Fight: Blow up all automobiles. Blow up all drivers licenses. Blow up all suburbs because they might contain drivers.

War on Littering
How to Fight: Fingerprint all way-side garbage. Fingerprint everyone. Match up offenders and publicly crucify.

War on Drugs
How to Fight: Get really fucked up, find a gun, and have fun.
Who to Draft: This is the ideal soldier for the war on drugs.

Who to be Leader: This is the ideal leader of a war on drugs.


War on Ignorance
How to Fight: Find all people who oppose evolution. Shoot them. (n.b. The Republican party forfeits due to lack of players.)

War on Eutrophication:
How to Fight: Find all people who overuse lawn fertilizer. Shoot them, grind them up, and use them to fertilize their own lawn.

War on Television:
How to Fight: Bring a camera to any of the above and broadcast.

War on Art:
How to Fight: Blow up all museums. Blow up all people.

War on Alcoholism:
How to Fight: See prohibition.

War on Running:
How to Fight: Issue life sentences to all people caught running. Set up sting operation track teams.


War on Space:
How to Fight: Blow up the universe. Fill it with things.

War on Sugar:
How to Fight: Destroy all sugar producing plants. Blow up all sugar consumers (ie, fat kids).


War on Potential Energy:
How to Fight: Destroy everything that could possibly lead to kinetic energy, including cliffs, tables, reactive chemicals, and gravity.

War on Cheese:
How to Fight: Put C4 in all cows.

War on AIDS:
How to Fight: Find every spore; hit each one with a good burst from a flamethrower.

War on Death:
How to Fight: Live.

War on Life:
How to Fight: Die.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

MIT: Again, Fuck It

The other day, I posted a comment on an MIT blog about how SAT scores are crap. I still think they are, but I have some addendums to make regarding the SAT. In fact, I have addendums about college.

First off, if you're a middle class white kid, you're not going to an ivy league school. Period. Your perfect SAT won't help, hours of essay perfection, and a perfect transcript. Bullshit about a "no miniumum SAT" is lies. Look at their medians; the people in the bottom range of scores' parents bought a wing of the school. The rest are just rich, and peckered throughout are minority kids. They aren't rich, but they're minorities. That's how they get in.

I thought because I'm a damn good writer, I could get in on that break, especially if I constructed a fluid and powerful essay, unforgettable and perfect poetry. It doesn't help, you're not getting into the school through essays. They don't even look at them, or, if they do, they'll hyperscan them. No, they don't scan your essays, as in read them cautiously. They read the first and last paragraph. Maybe. They probably make sure you punctuated. Maybe. No. Just kidding, they don't care. They're just trying to see if you care, if you took the time to write an essay. Really.

Third, the material's the same no matter where you go. All that matters is how much you apply yourself; there are graduates of "plain" universities who are superior to ivy league grads. Ivy league does not give you God status.

Quatter, Latinam amo, et mortua non est. MIT Romanos cognent mortuos esse. Romani amici, non abeo, maneo!

My points are made, sharp, stab. To summarize, with a last axe blow, college applications are bullshit. Councelors are remorseless; ignore their twisted words.

Suggestion for future college applicants:
Find professors at the college. Make contact with them, make them feel good about you and themselves. Make them interested in you. Don't be pushy, but draw them in, but not too much. They may put in a word for you. Start a correspondence. Now. This is how you will get into college, especially if you're a middle class white kid.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Oldness

Is antiquated literature still around because it is good? Or is it considered good because it is still around?

Friday, March 10, 2006

BSSystem: The Future of Tardy Policy

This is my newest article in the school newspaper. Enjoy:

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Recently, the administration instituted a politely totalitarian tardy policy. I was happy to hear that they have finally listened to my advice from last semester. After all, students don’t deserve rights.

In all honesty though, I don’t think they’re being tight enough. Tardies are unacceptable, in any form, under any circumstances, in any school. It doesn’t matter if students bleeding to death in the hallway, they should come to class on time.

I have a proposal—a stricter policy that offers no remorse to students or anyone, for that matter, in the hallway. I call it the Balapadadian Super System, named after the Greek scholar Balapada, who was known to remove limbs from tardy pupils. The Balapadadian Super System, or BSSystem for short, has three steps.

Step 1: Technological Improvement—The school needs a large technological improvement in order to administer the BSSystem properly. All classroom doors will pressure seal at the ring of the tardy bell. This door will shut so fast that any students in the doorway will be chopped in half.

These pressure doors protect students inside the classroom from the nerve gas that will be pumped into the halls immediately after the tardy bell rings. Hall sweeps will be necessary to recover the bodies of tardy students.

Step 2: Upgraded Security—All students in the hall should be moving constantly. Armed guards will ensure this happens, and any loitering will result in immediate execution, including locker use.

Step 3: New Administration—The administration, after the initial changes, will find ample robotic replacements. These replacements will have none of the potential flaws of the current administration: emotion and human sympathy. The rules will be laid down like the hand of God onto the earth, and all the school will be perfect.

The BSSystem is the best solution for this school, and, once implemented, society will reap its benefits.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Piss English

A few years back, I saw a website (I think it was on Ubersite, I don't remember) where they took English phrases, used an online translator to put them into Chinese, then translated them back again. The phrases came out garble. Occasionally, I do the same process with prose to see what happens. Here are some of the results.

(A note on format: the "Seed" is what I start with. The -->Chinese-->English describes the path that I used to create the given product.

Seed:
The South sucks. Here's why:
1) Their accents make them sound retarded. - There is no denying this; a Southern accent is a stupid flag. 2) They hold back critical scientific research. - There are no important technical universites down South. (Notice that they are all in blue states: CalTech, MIT, Berkeley) In addition, they elect retards who make it a critical part of their agenda to hold back research because some asshole in Rome with a limp dick thinks it's wrong.
3) The South is creepy. - Watch Deliverance, and my point will prove itself true.
4) Despite that they could use the social support, they refuse to elect a socialist. Oh well.
5) They reelected the dumbshit who left one of their largest cities to be washed away.
6) The entire region is flagrantly religious. I don't mind religion, but flagrant religion is a problem; this leads back to problem two.
7) Ahhm runnin' aut uvvv thangs to saaa.

-->Chinese-->English:
South declivity.
Here ' Teacher : 1) sound accent so that they retardation.
- Not deny this;
Flag of the South accent is stupid.
2) The research key press.
- No major technical universites South down.
(see them in the Blue States : California Institute of Technology, MIT, Berkeley), Who in their choice for a key part of its research agenda, since some asshole back in a pool that Rome, Cheney ' Wrong.
3) is the South atmosphere.
- Easy to see, I mean will prove true.
4) Although the availability of social support, they chose to reject socialism.
Oh well.
5) dumbshit from their election is the largest city is down.
6) The entire region is blatant religious.
I wear ' T to religion, but religion is a blatant;
These two issues have led to.
7) RunninAhhm ' Austria UVVVthangsSAAA.

Some funny notes:
Notice on item two, at the end:
Seed: "because some asshole in Rome with a limp dick thinks it's wrong. "
-->Chinese-->English: "since some asshole back in a pool that Rome, Cheney ' Wrong."
Where did it get Cheney from?


Seed:
The suck article.

Result:
Smoking seems to be more than a day yesterday, ' Some business to China in miniature smoking, somewhere.
I wear ' T know that this is a microcosm, or substantially asymptote suck what plateau, but ' Smoke a lot of preparation.
There are a number of different types of smoke : s (x) =1/x smoking in progressive mode, gradually increasing smoking, day case-by-day, the number of smoking = (X).
Suck 0 appeared in the last moment, in all unlimited use, smoking too much it, it does not inhale ' T suck.
Ultimate example of smoking rapidly climb, then an increase in smoking, no smoking, end.
S= (X) model in the X-line smoking, smoking gradually increase in interest rates unchanged forever.
Increase suck become so repeat yourself before you have killed far.
Torture!
For example, here is not the ultimate smoking, smoking issue only.
Also, it is noteworthy that smoking moment in Genesis (score), and from birth to the sole use smoke.
s (X) =-X2++ in parabolic patterns to smoking, rapid increase in people smoking around ' Lives, but not discovered until more than zero.
China is the number of, for example, in the ultimate smoking smoking, smoking really.
I wear ' T think this model ' Very realistic.
S (X) = (X) model in China tangental smoking, drug use has increased N*PI/2=X+ asmptotic each PI that smoking many, but ' China is not more we can do about it.
All these events will eventually use examples smoking, smoking in the little things until they rapidly approaching zero, once crossed the zero line, things go back to the head of road use.
S=sin (X) (X) in the sine wave models smoking, smoking outside, and then gradually fall.
I wear ' T like this model.
S (X) = (X) 4,497 weighted model in smoking, smoking birth begin to increase.
In X=1 really started smoking, and will continue to do so until you die.
All of these models suck.
I think you will agree.
Inhale smoke too much, should follow sucky pattern.
inhale too mathematical.
School alms bowl.
robot smoking.
I inhale.
inhale life.
territories alms bowl.
space use.
black hole smoking.
Licensed suck.
the whole universe alms bowl.
This smoking.

Notes:
I guess my whole article was about smoking! I told you smoking was cool.

My favorite from this one:
Seed: s(x) = tan(x)
In the tangental model of suck, suck has an asmptotic increase in suck every n*PI+PI/2=x. This sucks a lot, but there's not much that can be done about it.
Result: S (X) = (X) model in China tangental smoking, drug use has increased N*PI/2=X+ asmptotic each PI that smoking many, but ' China is not more we can do about it.

These aren't models for suck after all! They're models for drug use!




Seed:
My dick is 12 inches long. I used it to fuck chicks from half-way across the room. My balls each way a hefty five pounds. I can feel them jiggle when someone has surround sound.

Result:
Cheney is my 12-inch long.
God damn it, I see it the opposite way from the chicks.
My approach has five pounds per ball.
I can feel that they jiggle it was Dubie audio.

Notes: Dubie audio!


Conclusion:
The programmers at Google are pretty funny. They set the translation for "dick" to "Cheney." What a bunch of great guys...

Result:
Google's programming is quite interesting.
They define translation " Cheney " For " Cheney. " What : : a group of big boys

ROFLZ

SAT: Again, Fuck It

I posted this as a comment, on an MITblog. If you're interested, enjoy.

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I asked my interviewer about SAT scores. She said that the admissions at MIT primarily use it as a check... if you have shinning recommendations, perfect grades, beautiful essays, and a 900 on the SAT, they're going to look twice at your records. She mentioned that my score, 1940 on the new one--1300 discounting writing, would not hurt me.

The SAT is a worthless test. How one comes to a conclusion is far more important than the conclusion; the path gives the destination validity. The SAT completely ignores that philosophy, and reality, completely; the entire thing is crap, and it should not be feared.

Take, for example, the SAT writing section. I'm probably going to spend more than 20 minutes writing this response--and it is typed--how can they expect someone to write a structured essay in 20 minutes on a topic they've been given no time to even think about? The only ability the SAT writing tests analyze is the ability to bullshit, and that will never replace solid ideas and decent planning. I would like to know if those ignorant fascists at the College Board have written a college level essay in the last 10 years and even remember how to do it or how long it took them.

Then there's the SAT verbal section. Of course, being able to read is important but, once again, is being able to read FASSSSSSST important? I can read something I'm interested in and comprehend it well, and I can scan something that only slightly grabs my interest, but I can't stand the boring tangents that the test succumbs to. In addition, what if someone is lucky enough to have prior knowledge on one of the presented stories?

The math section seems the least likely to be biased in anyway or have any flaws. After all, it's not subjective, there is one numeric answer, and mathematics is pleasantly bland enough to be universal. However, to cite an anecdote, mathematics is not just about one numeric answer. During my first semester of Calculus, I spent about ten minutes solving a series problem the "brute force" way. In the midst of my solution, I forgot to distribute a negative, which threw off my entire response. When grading the tests, I mentioned the error, and my professor laughed and said to take off a point. Now, if this had been the SAT, I would have lost all credit for my answer, despite that I know how to compute a series. In fact, on the report I eventually would recieve from the College Board, it would says that I couldn't do whatever Geometry/Algebra I/Algebra II despite that I may have made a simple arithmetic error.

Because of one of those, a little swap of numbers, I came steaming out of the SAT II. Looking back at the problem, I had made a computational error--swapped a number from an earlier step with the one I was working on, probably due to moderate dyslexia, from which I suffer. Nevertheless, the question was geometry related, and now the SAT II Math Level 1 claims that I am not capable of manipulating trigonometric functions.

As fast as my world flies by, it takes sixty minutes for my heart to pulse. How am I supposed to demonstrate that I am, in fact, good at math in that time?

The SAT is worthless. It's a shame that we have to worry about our SAT scores, but don't ever take them personally. For your worth as a human being, as someone awesome, it doesn't make a difference. You won't get anything because you have a good SAT score, you get things because you do things with the mind you have. Anyone who flaunts a score should be kicked in the balls and have their score branded onto their forehead; they deserve the pain and the ridicule.

Breathe, think, listen. Respond, always respond. Never shut up.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Why The Southern United States Sucks

The South sucks. Here's why:

1) Their accents make them sound retarded. - There is no denying this; a Southern accent is a stupid flag.

2) They hold back critical scientific research. - There are no important technical universites down South. (Notice that they are all in blue states: CalTech, MIT, Berkeley) In addition, they elect retards who make it a critical part of their agenda to hold back research because some asshole in Rome with a limp dick thinks it's wrong.

3) The South is creepy. - Watch Deliverance, and my point will prove itself true.

4) Despite that they could use the social support, they refuse to elect a socialist. Oh well.

5) They reelected the dumbshit who left one of their largest cities to be washed away.

6) The entire region is flagrantly religious. I don't mind religion, but flagrant religion is a problem; this leads back to problem two.

7) Ahhm runnin' aut uvvv thangs to saaa.
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