tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179801522024-03-13T07:44:20.103-02:30Consilium ZeromusAdvice and rants from everybody's favorite blue-man, Zeromaru.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-68799681820690254082008-07-27T18:40:00.002-02:302008-07-27T18:56:50.382-02:30Fun Prank: Creature of the NightSo here's a very fun prank to play on your friends and family: convince them you're a vampire, without telling them. It's easy! Here's what to do.<br /><br /><ul><li>Become a nightowl. In about a week you can change your sleep schedule to fit. Frequent nightclubs, go see late-night shows at movies, invite your friends over for 2AM <span style="font-style: italic;">Wii Sports</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">Rock Band</span>, etc.</li><li>Buy white cover-up makeup and overuse it, often. We're talking albino level here. Just don't let anyone see you put it on.</li><li>Whenever you go to a restaurant, always ask the waitress if any of the items on the menu contain garlic, as you've recently discovered you have an allergy.</li><li>Void your home of all crosses, and likewise avoid going near churches. Take longer paths to avoid them, if necessary.</li><li>Rob a bloodbank.</li><li>Similarly, when out for a drive with friends, tell them you have to stop by the butcher for a moment, leave the rest of them in the car, and come back a few minutes later with nothing. When asked why you had to stop by, just say "Lunch" and feign ignorance about all further inquiry.</li><li>Buy a large, black umbrella, and keep it on you at all times. When cloudy just keep it retracted, but if the sun comes out then open it. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Never</span> open it in the rain.</li><li>Start taking rare steaks for lunch when you go to work, along with a thermos full of a thick, red liquid (this can be blood but if you want a better tasting alternative go with corn syrup, red dye, and Kool-Aid).</li></ul>Following these simple instructions, you should have people absolutely convinced of your newfound vampiric heritage. Imagine their surprise when they try and stake you, only to discover you don't fall to dust!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Legal notice: </span>If somebody does actually try to stake you, attempt to prevent it and let them in on the secret. It may be that staking (and beheading, which you should also avoid) may be the only way to kill a vampire, but normal mortal humans are most certainly <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">not</span> immune to either of these methods.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-962620864835964742007-04-08T21:03:00.000-02:302007-05-02T12:37:54.983-02:30Dandelion<img src="http://mbarriault.googlepages.com/comic1.png" />Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-73975872823270124862007-02-24T19:09:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:24:56.427-02:30AddendumAn addition to my last entry.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">People who say <span style="font-style:italic;">tat</span></span>: It's not a "tat" it's a fucking "tattoo". The word stems from the Samoan word "tatau", the syllable "ta" meaning "hand" and "u" means "color". As one can obviously fucking see, "tat" means absolutely fucking nothing. Now go back to your... I'm sorry, what do you do for a living, <span style="font-style:italic;">tat</span>-person? Oh that's right. FUCKING NOTHING. Because if you feel the need to call it a "tat", then it's probably not stylish, something related to your ancestral culture, a private symbol of your affection for your significant other, or any other of the good reasons to get a tattoo. No, you got it because you "think" (that is, if you are, in fact, capable of true thought) it will make you "cool". But no, all it fucking does is prevent you from getting any kind of worthwhile employment. Because you look like a jackass. Is your "tat" worth it now?Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-88296556856359044802007-02-11T14:06:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:25:08.767-02:30Things That Fucking Piss Me Off<span style="font-style:italic;">Or</span> Test to see how many times I can curse in one entry.<br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><li><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Fcuk"</span>: It's spelled "fuck" goddammit. You think you're so cool that you can wear a shirt that says "fuck" in public and have it fall under the radar of parents with young children? It still says "fuck", asshole, misspelling it doesn't make it any less inappropriate.</li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-weight:bold;">Eminem</span>: "Know what I'm saying?" Fuck no you fucking piece of shit. You're a short, skinny, blonde, white kid from the suburbs. What in gods fuck do you have to complain about? "Oh, my mommy drove me to school every day and now I have to talk [editor's note: not sing] into a microphone about my troubles as an adult." Does anyone remember the <span style="font-style:italic;">last</span> popular white rapper? Vanilla Fucking Ice. That's who.</li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">People</span> Magazine</span>: There are fucking dozens of magazines which are guilty of this, but <span style="font-style:italic;">People</span> gets to me in particular. These magazines focus solely on the fucking day to day lives of celebrities? You find that interesting? Well we all have our disgusting habits. But <span style="font-style:italic;">People</span> <span style="font-weight:bold;">only</span> talks about celebrities. Am... am I not a person? Do I not feel? Do I not laugh when I'm happy, cry when I'm sad? Or as I some quasi-corporeal chunk of non-existence whose sole purpose is to read about how Mary Kate Fucking Olsen has xylophone-like ribs, or that Britney Spears has gotten another fucking divorce, or the Jennifer Aniston and Friends love triangle is now a fucking dodecahedron? That's a 12-sided figure. That's more players than a fucking porn movie.</li><br /><br />Hmm... Fourteen fucking fucks. Err... sixteen.<br /><br /></ul>Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1157597824194038162006-09-07T00:26:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:25:28.867-02:30FutureMy Magic 8-Ball said "Outlook is bleak". Funny thing is, I never asked it anything.<br /><br />That's depressing.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1157035888240353592006-08-31T12:19:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:25:45.419-02:30Psst<span style="font-weight: bold;">*looks around*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><whispers></span> "I'm still alive! Tell the people! The truth <span style="font-style: italic;">must</span> be known!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*escapes into the shadows*</span>Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1144450123529685102006-04-07T20:08:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:26:16.587-02:30Big Bang a Big Problem?Turn your television to one of the highest channels it can tune to. Most sets go up to channel 125 or 181. Static, right? Well, turn the brightness and contrast down. WAY down. Lot less static, right? Well, what if I told you that 1 out of every 100 or so of those static dots is due to radiation left over from the big bang. How is this a problem? Well, this won't be filtered out when you're watching TV on a higher channels, so even with perfect reception, you'll still get static. Gets annoying when you're trying to watch reruns of the Golden Girls.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1140465005316648442006-02-20T15:37:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:30:02.578-02:30November 5th, 2008Just days after President Bush's public breakdown at the possibility of a woman president, the election is over and the results are coming in.<br /><br />Like any other election, the nation was cleanly divided amongst Blues and Reds, only now they use Lavender and Pink. The move to change the colors of the two major political parties (Democratic and Republican, respectively) was an executive order by Bush as a last-ditch effort to prevent either candidate from being voted. He made this order after returning from his monthly hunting trip. "The Office of the President is a full-time job. You can't just skip off for a week every month." Bush supporters speculate that he does not hate women, but admitting hatred of the two candidates is a sign of weakness.<br /><br />Late last year, controversy arose during the FOX special, "Presidential Deathmatch". During the final round, President Bush faced former President William Clinton in a traditional Kentucky knife-fight. Things became bloody when Hilary Clinton entered the ring and drop-kicked the president, and then kneed her husband in the testicles when he tried to pinch her buttocks in celebration. President Bush has resented Senator Clinton since then, publicly insulting her on many occasions during her campaign, and also recently divorced his wife Laura for refusing FOX's request for a "First Lady Deathmatch" which would have focused on a Samurai-themed duel between Hilary and Laura.<br /><br />As well, former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice was fired by President Bush in early 2007 for refusing to support his "Three Term" campaign. Bush has also been publicly outspoken against the Republican Party's nomination of Rice.<br /><br />The voting results were very close. Republican Party candidate Condoleezza Rice earned 49% of electoral votes, while Democratic Party candidate Senator Hilary Clinton took 48%. The remaining 3% were claimed by other parties, the lowest in recent years. Senator Clinton admitted defeat in a rather peculiar way. Firstly, the conversation with Rice occurred via instant messaging, using Google's "Google Talk" service. As well, Clinton did not admit defeat. In an extreme, unexplained mood swing, she insulted Rice and resigned from candidacy.<br /><br />Condoleezza Rice is scheduled to be sworn in as the first female and first African-American President of the United States on January 20th, 2009. However, President Bush has refused to leave office, even though law requires him to.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1137285381892642672006-01-14T21:04:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:27:44.834-02:30Dr. Math #1: Girls = EvilOkay, everybody's seen the proof of why girls are evil. But, in the interest of practicing mathematical proofs written in English, I'm going to go into more detail on why this is true-or, to be more accurate, why all good girls are evil. The proof creates a restriction that it doesn't necessarily prove or disprove that bad girls are evil, but it's a conclusion that cannot be drawn from the proof. To begin, I'll state some axioms (statements assumed to be true), and a <span style="font-weight: bold;">lemma</span>, a statement too insignificant to be a fully-fledged theorem, but is required to be true for proofs that refer to it, and thus need to be proven itself.<br /><br />Axiom 1: Positive values are considered good, whilst negative values are considered bad.<br />Axiom 2: Good will take on two meanings. The first meaning, which will be used in this article unless otherwise specified, is the opposite of bad. The second meaning is the opposite of evil.<br />Axiom 3: Bad and evil are not the same concepts. To be bad is to cause disruption in society, but to be evil is to seek personal gratification by means of being bad.<br />Axiom 4: Girls and women can be used interchangably.<br /><br />Lemma 1: good -> <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span>(evil) is false<br />Proof: To prove a statement false, all that is required is to show one <span style="font-style: italic;">true</span> example which contradicts the statement. I propose to you Batman. He was certainly a good superhero, but in many ways he was also evil. Batman sought vengeance for his parents, and though it was the bad guys that killed his parents it was still a very evil act to do it in much the way Batman did (but alas, it was what made Batman so great but that's not my point). Lemma 1 proven.<br /><br />Okay, now to get on with the proof. We begin with the common statement "women are time and money." Breaking this down into the logical portions, we get "women = time * money". Note that "and" can mean either addition or multiplication. In this case, multiplication is assumed because "time" and "money" have different units and cannot be added.<br /><br />Now, where does one get money? Through a job. Most jobs are paid a rate based on the amount of time worked, thus time is directly proportional to money, or "time = k * money" for some constant k based on how big your paycheck is. Therefore, from "women = time * money" is equivalent to "women = k * money^2".<br /><br />Returning to axiom 3, to be evil is to achieve goals by any means of being bad. Throughout history, it has proven time and time again that the common goal of evility is power, and power means money or, more accurately, money is the root of all evil. Thus "money = sqrt(evil)" or "money^2 = evil". Hence "women = k * money^2" becomes "women = k * evil" or "women are directly proportional to evil and how much money you make" and our proof is done.<br /><br />To close, an interesting restriction was created based on socialogical assumptions during the proof. In order for money to be the square root of evil within the realm of reality, it requires that evil be non-negative (note that this isn't a contradiction, see lemma 1). Therefore, since evil must be a zero or positive value, and assuming you get paid at your job (thus you don't pay your employer) and the proportionality constant is either zero (you don't have a job) or positive, women must also be zero or positive. This creates two results: if you don't have a job, women are zero and you don't get one, or women must be positve or <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span>. The latter case creates the final conclusion that "good girls are evil."Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1136428889962751982006-01-04T22:44:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:27:32.436-02:30Top Ten Reasons Why Handicapped Girls Are Attractive10. Sociophobic girls take what they can get.<br /><br />9. Deaf girls can't hear you sneak up from behind.<br /><br />8. Mute girls have no other use for their mouth.<br /><br />7. Paralyzed girls don't care what side you go in from.<br /><br />6. Bedridden girls don't have to go far.<br /><br />5. Epileptic girls move more.<br /><br />4. Narcoleptic girls will let you go for longer.<br /><br />3. Conjoined twins are two for the price of one.<br /><br />2. Blind girls can't say no until it's too late.<br /><br />1. Dead girls can't say no.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1136088807963328102006-01-01T00:23:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:29:22.848-02:30Two. Seventeen. Fifty-nineIn the coming year, the following will happen.<br /><br /><ul><li>Transformers Season 3</li></ul>Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1134795311302043202005-12-17T01:17:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:29:36.027-02:30Who Gets the Throne?"God is dead." - Nietzsche<br /><br />"Nietzsche is dead." - God<br /><br />"Front row! Whoo!" - SatanMiikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1134781472278164392005-12-16T21:06:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:28:32.162-02:30Pickup Lines for Geek Parties"I'll be your variables if you'll be my function. Come on, baby, plug me into you."<br /><br />"We can warp to my place, but I'll only use thrusters in bed."<br /><br />"I have the law of general relativity tatooed somewhere on my body. Try to guess where."<br /><br />"That sweatervest looks good on you, but I bet it'll look even better on my Unix server."<br /><br />"Have you met my friend Albert? He can hack a lady's bra that has 1024-bit encryption!"<br /><br />"Tell me... Do black mages turn you on?"<br /><br />"Hi there, I'm a math major. Don't let that weird you, though, 'cause I can calculate on a whim exactly where you want to be felt."<br /><br />"I've never met someone who looks better offline than online."<br /><br />"Is that a pocket protector or are you just happy to see me?"<br /><br />"Your eyes glisten with a thousand hours of <span style="font-style: italic;">Everquest</span>..."<br /><br />"They call me Cloud, and this is my unusually large sword."<br /><br />"My period of revolution may be low, but my amplitude is astronomical."Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1133931589842099232005-12-07T01:26:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:30:26.496-02:30Life, the Universe, and All That JazzSomewhere in the western spiral arm of the galaxy (though to be fair, “west” depends entirely on whichever orientation the main axis of your body is in and, more importantly, the direction the majority of your heads are looking) lies a small blue/green planet inhabited by the descendants of an ape-like species. The average individual of this species is quite intelligent, having developed nuclear fission before the amazingly simple digital watch. However, on the whole, the species is mindbogglingly stupid, fighting countless wars over some “God” fellow and letting one man subtly dictate what would become possibly the most important technology for a good many years. This man is known to the people as Douglas Adams.<br /><br />This technology is the Internet. Although Adams certainly did not invent the Internet, he imagined a system much like it, possibly without knowing so. The Internet is essentially a network of devices that allows information to be transmitted instantaneously across the globe. "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy", Adams' signature book, features something called the “Sub Etha Net.” The Sub Etha Net allowed for information to be transmitted almost instantaneously across the Galaxy. Developed just a few years earlier from the time of writing was a technology known as “ethernet”, which has become the de facto standard for networking computers. The similarities between “Sub Etha Net” and Internet over ethernet are astounding, from naming (from “aether”, the substance once thought to fill space) to concept (instantaneous transmission of information). It is unlikely that Adams was aware of what would become of the Internet, but perhaps the similarities influenced his readers to adapt the technologies and increase the popularity to the level that it has reached.<br /><br />A major component of the Internet is the search engine. A single computer that will instantaneously look through all the computers on the network and find exactly what you are looking for. From music and movies to math and physics to how to get a date with a tree, there is very little information known to humans that cannot be found on the Internet. Search engines appeared much after "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy" was written, but may have been inspired by the other fictional device, the device for which the book was named: "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy". The fictional "Guide" was a book-sized device that could display information on any subject, from music and movies to math and physics to how to get a date with a tree, just by asking for it. Again, the similarities are striking. The probability of Adams predicting two very important technologies is very low, and perhaps even less probable is that a major theme in the real Guide was probability.<br /><br />His influence extends even further throughout time. Forty-two, the arbitrarily chosen Ultimate Answer, is an important number in religion and even Adams' own life, adding to the improbability. Perhaps forty-two truly is the Answer, and humankind just hasn't realized it yet.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wrote this for a scholarship essay, and I must say I'm quite proud of it. In three high school and two university English courses this is, by far, the best piece of prose I've ever written.<br /></span>Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1132349495804445182005-11-18T17:59:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:31:02.741-02:30The Counter-Clock IncidentTick.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Tock.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tick.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Tock.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tick.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Tock.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">TICK.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">TOCK.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">TICK.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">TOCK.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">TICK!<br /><div style="text-align: right;">TOCK!<br /><div style="text-align: left;">IT'S TICK YOU SON OF A BITCH! *gunshots*<br /><div style="text-align: right;">*silence*<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tick.<br /></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div>Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1131325849705843732005-11-06T21:38:00.000-03:302007-04-08T21:31:51.599-02:30ChimeraAlso known as "Darmok II: Bride of Darmok"<br /><br />As any of you who use iTunes know, it comes bundled with QuickTime.<br /><br />I don't use QuickTime. I don't like it. You have to pay to get full use of it, plus I have a video player that plays every format under the Tuscan Sun which, by a freaky coincidence, happens to be our sun.<br /><br />So you can understand why I would uninstall QuickTime.<br /><br />Unfortunately, "iTunes requires QuickTime. Please reinstall iTunes."<br /><br />Thanks, Apple, your marketing division pisses me off once again.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1130375164282919532005-10-26T22:35:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:33:12.844-02:30Turnabout Intruderyour file may exist elsewhere in the universe<br />but alas, not here<br /><br />(from <a href="http://borft.student.utwente.nl:6969/404">http://borft.student.utwente.nl:6969/404</a>)Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1130288673619491982005-10-25T22:33:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:32:10.492-02:30FamilyI shall name my daughter Insaniti. And my son Bauss. And together, they shall be known as The Offspring of a Sexist Father.<br /><br />My rant for this evening will be sexism. No, not the classical patriarchial type, but the modern sexism that guys have to deal with. Misandry. Don't get me wrong, I personally believe that women are the better sex. I dislike men. I dislike being a man (again, don't get me wrong, my sexual preference is women regardless of my own gender). However, I don't believe that women have the right to excercise any form of superiority. As a Newfoundlander, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">know</span> that the average Newfie can't hold a stick to the intelligence of... Well, a stick. But if anybody not from Newfoundland said that, then my fist would be the first (of many) being placed between their ears. Likewise, as a man, I'm allowed to say that men are sick, disgusting, and ugly.<br /><br />And so, all you XX's out there, I give you a piece of advice: if a guy treats you like gold, even if he has every reason not to, do your best to keep him feeling like shit. More than likely, he doesn't mind going with you to do stuff you like, like shopping. But he doesn't understand how you can spend 3 hours every 4 days looking through underwear, when the only person who's ever going to see it is going to want to rip it off of you. And if the guy you take shopping is not the one who gets to take your clothes off, make sure he knows that he's a friend being taken along shopping and not a boyfriend to carry stuff. As far as the mall goes, male friends stand with you, boyfriends stand behind you. Don't get the two confused.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1129737937235741472005-10-19T08:03:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:31:51.602-02:30Darmok and Jalad at TanagraIt all started some four years ago. A device was designed and was heralded and was widely considered the bext hunk of plastic and metal since the four-slice toaster. This device was revised and much improved three times over the following years, and alas, it had attained perfection. The only way to make it better was to make it cheaper; over time, production costs would lower as they always do and they could lower the cost of this perfect divice and allow many more people to bathe in its glory (as the price tag, though not overly high, was just outside the budget of many middle-class people). And this happened. The cost of producing this device was well under the price tag, and so profit margins were much higher than predicted.<br /><br />This device is, of course, the Apple iPod. By it's fourth generation, it was perfect. I suppose the harddrive could be improved, or the battery life, but every device could use those improvements. But then when Apple decided to give its customers a break, they only gave customers with big pockets a break. They introduced iPod photo. It had three times the storage space and a color screen. You could view photos stored on the harddrive with it, but with a 2" screen and a $600 sticker (indeed, most of whom that could afford one casually probably already had a digital camera and/or cameraphone anyway, which can take pictures as well as view them), it was mostly a gimmicky cash draw. Okay, as useless as this was, the perfection-embodied black-and-white 20GB model was still offered, so let the baby have her bottle. iPod photo was not as big a mistake (in my opinion, 'cause these mistakes prevent me from owning one) as the following two.<br /><br />Apple gave, again, people a break. This time they targeted existing potential iPod (base model) buyers, by giving the base model a color screen. Hmm... Let's see... Color screen is more expensive, base model stayed at the same price, therefore the base model with b&w screen should've cost less... Yes, it should have. But it didn't. Apple never brought in any new buyers, only gave potential buyers a gimmicky incentive that they wouldn't have any use for anyway.<br /><br />And again, another break. Again, no lowering of price, but the new components definately cost more. These include a bigger, higher resolution, more refreshed screen; a bigger standard harddrive (30GB), a slightly smaller form factor, longer battery life, and Firewire support removed completely. All this makes each iPod cost about as much extra as they became cheaper to produce. Again, Apple could've brought in many new customers by making the iPod more affordable but they didn't. And so I still don't got one.<br /><br />I reckon that, were Apple to reintroduce the black & white 20GB 4G iPod, it would retail for probably $250. With education discount, I could get an iPod for $342 Cdn, and I'd say that the high-def screen and other improvements tally $100 or so. The only thing is, the iPod Nano 4GB goes for $281, after the same discount. But I guess Apple has to make some incentive for their superfluous device (the smaller size of Mini/Nano is not worth the small price difference, especially considering the comparatively little storage space).<br /><br />Alright, so this is what I call a "rant". Basically, all my entries will take one of a few forms. They may be psychosocialogical consequences of simple Physics (or any other science) concepts, such as the previous post. I might go on a spiel about companies disappointing me or impressing me. A humerous anecdote from time to time. Or maybe something completely different. What I won't do is talk about me. That will be over on <a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/nziscariot/">my personal blog</a>, and that tends to get boring.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980152.post-1129603813121665192005-10-17T18:48:00.000-02:302007-04-08T21:32:48.718-02:30In a Mirror, Darkly<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>When you look at yourself in a mirror, you're actually seeing yourself some 2 nanoseconds ago. In essence, you will always see a younger you, and wonder where the time went.<br /><br />And if anyone remembers, <span style="font-style: italic;">ReBoot</span> measured time culturally in nanoseconds like we measure in minutes.Miikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108690155958578476noreply@blogger.com0