Whitest Kids You Know...

...is a show that used to air on iFC. It is an independently produced and filmed show.
It started out as a small skit show between some friends. As another comedy skit show, most critics thought it would pass under the radar, and not get much viewerdom, but they were mistaken. During the first season, the team created many politically incorrect scenarios and proved tasteful to almost all teenagers.

One such act.

The scene began with a producer sitting behind a table that has multitudes of clutter upon it. He has a chart behind him with some small red markings, and he gets a knock on the door. After giving permission to enter, a young man, well dressed, walks through the door, pulling along a TV on a stand. The producer asks what he has to offer, and the young man turns on the TV. A quick song is played about a man riding a bike and being struck by lightning. He can then read very fast, and he becomes a doctor.

It was racist.

The producer knocks it down along with "Jew Town", "Too many lesbos", and "He looks a little too Mexican".

That sort of off beat humor appeals to a lot of people. Dave Chappel proved that 3 years ago. Whitest Kids may have flown under the radar, but everyone was looking there.

Let Them Grow

On TED
Gever Tulley's Five Dangerous Things You Should Let Your Kid Do

Tulley talks on letting kids be curious and a wee bit dangerous. In order to live, one must explore. How can our children grow and actually care about the world around them if all we do is protect them from it. He talks about how child protection laws have become so stringent that kids can't even have fun anymore. He talks about letting your children play with fire, own a knife, even drive a car. When kids are kids, their minds are like sponges and they can learn faster than an adult, so why not let them play. Yes, they might get bruised and cut, but so long as you lay down simple safety rules, they will won't be horribly disfigured.

Such as with knifes. Cut away. Never force. Or fires. It's hot. Don't jump in. Keep your face away.

Kids need to explore their surroundings in order to get a grasp on the world. If you don't understand the small things, how is it even possible to start to understand the larger parts of life. He talks about letting the kids take apart old appliances just to see what's inside. You never know what they can learn from looking at the guts of a dilapidated computer. If you let your child be a free children, and give them some of the "dangerous" toys of the world, they will become stronger people. They will further push the boundaries of what we know. Creativity is the life force of a scientific world.

Let your kids experiment. Let your kids taste life.

Tulley's five topics were:
Play with Fire
Own a knife
Throw a Spear
Dismantle Appliances
Break the DMCA / Drive a Car

Hang in There Kitty

This semester has been exhausting. All thought has turned to mush, and all desires have become sleep. I never really knew why people took electives. Not until I started college.

At the beginning of this semester I decided that I didn't want any elective type classes, such as art or music. I wanted to zoom through AUM, so that I could hurry and start and finish my collegiate career. "I just want to start working in a real job" I can remember thinking. So I took on English Comp 1, Chem 1, ECON 1, and Calculus 1. Four real classes, with real work. ECON is really easy, and has barely any homework. Chem has no homework, but it has a lab to keep up on your toes. English has sort of homework, but its the kind that really takes effort for a good grade. And then there's Calculus.

Today I half-way skipped Calculus. I went in and got my test results, and asked the teacher what sections he was going over. He gave my test back and let me know, and I was on my way. I had a Chem lab report to type and a Test this afternoon. But back on Calc. As I looked over the test results sheet, I realized that I did it. I made a 100 on my test. It was an awesome feeling.

I remember just a month or so ago complaining about how hard Calculus was, and how it was going to kill me. I think that I need more sleep and less work, but overall I'm doing alright. Next semester, I want to take four more core classes, and move even closer to my goal.

Ten Years Gone

Where do I seeist myself in ten years?
Where does anyone see themselves in ten years?
Why do we bother the future?
Doesn't the present present enough to sustain us?

Well, for the sake of blogging.

I wish to see myself as a pharmacist in ten years. I would really like to be an owner of a local drug store, running all the business. I want to have two kids, but in ten years, one will be enough. I want to own a large house, with nice stuff, but not just to have nice stuff. I want most of the "nice stuff" to be yard-sale fix-me-ups. I want to refurnish a home with hand-me-downs and fixer-uppers. I want to be married. If my current girlfriend is my future wife, I'm absolutely perfect with that. I want to live in Prattville, NOT Montgomery. I want to own a Jeep. I want my parents debts paid off completely. I want my older brother happy, and my younger brother in school, and I want my grandparents living easy.

Now let's get for real.

In ten years. I'll probably be a pharmacist. I'll probably live in Prattville. I'll probably have a Jeep. I cannot control the future. I can only dream. I really want my family to be debt free and happy. I would LOVE to marry someone and have a child or two. I would like to be able to live out some hobbies. I want to be alive.

2012 people. Not really. But maybe. Maybe things will change. Maybe I'll live to see 3012.

Apologies

The human psyche is a wonderfully scary abstract. At the drop of a pin, one can move from extreme euphoria to rage. When the mind is under the effects of drugs, the changes are swifter and more pronounced. In a state of physical unawareness and drug abuse one can lose control of his/her emotions and cease to be humane. They become sub-human.

When one neglects to sleep, eat, or do any of the necessary functions, they can enter a state of moodiness and uncontrolled mindsets. They become sub-human. The lack of sleep one can enact on his/hes own body does as much damage as the same person abusing medications or narcotics.

Last night, I was up until 1 o'clock finishing my paper. I had refused my body sleep. I had entered the state of unbeing. I was sub-human. I could not control my emotions, and I had become ill with the idea of writing another paper. I blogged about how I hate English.

Okay, English. I apologize. There was no call for an outlash upon the scholarly principle of being able to communicate through intricate stories and twisted dialouge. I don't really hate English, although I am a science guy. Not Bill Nye. But I more so just refute having to write another paper. I wish this would be over, and I would have my degree. Oh that would be the day.

Profiles Suck

Everyone in my English Comp 1010 class was assigned to compose a Profile of someone in our field of study. I've already blogged about the interview and how it was alright. It was the only part that was alright. I hate writing. I hate composing. I have decided that I will never write for a living thanks to this profile. Even the kind lady I interviewed for the Profile said that she barely writes at all. She only has to communicate in writing. I can communicate in notes. I don't have to draft a thesis and brainstorm a perfect paper. I can just note it out. Unfortunately I have 6 years of school left, and I have to write a lot.

The reason I realized that I hate this paper lies in the process of review. I can't see past my own writing, and that is a serious problem. I look at what I write, and I understand it. I don't see a reason to rewrite or even change what I have written. I really need another to look at what I've done, and tell me what's wrong. Science is not the same at all. There is no need to rewrite, if I understand, then you understand, and there is no need for opinion in science. If opinion is needed to understand the science, then it is a psuedo-science, but that's for another day.

I needed a review, and I couldn't get one back until tonight at 10:30, and that's late even for me. I really need an "A" too, so I had to do it. Now I'm really tired, but I'm blogging, because I need an "A". I'm a science guy, and I don't like English. This profile assignment concluded that. Thank you Mrs. Simms. Now I hate Comp.

On The Interview

In English Comp. we are writing a profile paper on an individual in our field of study. We must decide who is to be our subject, interview them about their life/work/study/stuff, and write a paper about them with an angle. I'm a pre-pharmacy student, and my mom is a pharmacy tech, so I got her to set me up an interview with one of her bosses, Mrs. Cathy Cowart.

On the Friday morning before the draft was due, I met Mrs. Cowart for lunch at Moe's. I showed up about 15 minutes early, so I went ahead and ordered my lunch. Chicken and cheese burrito and sweet tea. When she came in, it was pretty awkward. I hadn't seen her in forever, and I didn't know what to say. So, I walked up, shook her hand, introduced myself, and tried not to throw up. I was so nervous. After she got her food and sat down, I just started as flat out as I could. I said that my paper was about someone in my field, and that it was awesome that she could come. I remember I kept agreeing with what she said, but I didn't have a clue some times.

Well the interview went alright. I copied down some things, but most stuff, I kept via memory. We talked about college, about jobs, and about life. After the interview stuff was over, I just asked her some questions about what I should do with my college stuff. We stood up, shook hands, said our goodbyes, and went on our way. It ended up being a very nice experience. Mrs. Cathy was an awesome lady, and I hope to see her again soon.

Trick or Treating.....or Not

Waaayyyy back when I was little, I kept very few of my Halloween memories, or maybe I just didn't participate. I only remember one particular Halloween from my childhood.

I lived in Back Woods Alabama, farther out than any suburb, or regular rural area. My graduating class was a whopping 63 if that helps. Walking door-to-door saying "Trick-or-Treat" wasn't really an option, so our parents resorted to something a little different. We went car trick or treating. My friends Matt, Jason, Chris, and I piled in Jason's mom's van, and sped way into the night. We stopped at any house that was a reasonable distance from the road, with its lights on, and "Trick or Treat"ed them. I'm pretty sure I was a devil/demon/thingy, kinda like death. I had a black draping robe, with a black mask, and long flowy black sleeves. And a sickle. The sickle that represents Halloween so well. Long, black plastic tube topped with a plastic, cheaper than dirt, "blade". Great loot.

Halloween never meant much to me until a couple of years ago. I re-started trick or treating when I was about 15, and it changes every year. That year, 2006, my friends Kate, Kayleigh, and Winston, and I went Trick or Treating in Prattville neighborhoods and we scored more candy than any year previous. I was a goth kid, Kate was a bumblebee, I'm not sure what Kayleigh was, and Winston was a KKK ghost. We probably tricked and treated for about 4 hours, each getting at least two pillow cases of candy, and we watch scary movies until we all passed out.

Then, I decided that I will at least participate in all Halloweens, so, this year, I'm going to be Ron Jeremy and cream the competition. ;D

Farmville....Friend or Foe?

Have you ever wondered why people play games?
Does it make any sense?
I can only derive a small bit of logic out of it, but I'm sure someone else has already found the answer. I think people play video games to escape their surroundings at first, then further play, because it is as if their second world needs them. The subordinate world does not move on without them, and such is the wasy of the video game. People must play or the other realm will become stagnant and useless, proving to be a waist of time.

Well, there is a game titled "Farmville" on Facebook, and damn the makers of such an atrocity. It started out as a way to cure my curiousity and quiet the cats. You just ploy land, plant crops, wait for them to grow, harvest/sell them, and repeat. Sounds simple enough. You can let them wither away if you wait too long, which makes you start over, having lost all the money put in to planting it. There are also animals, buildings, trees, and decorations, but those are for another post.

I'm not quite addicted, but I can see myself being. It's rough out there in Farmville world, especially when your friends/neighbors want you to send gifts every day, and you have sent out too many already. I really need to stop, but even my teacher plays. I think everyone is addicted, and if they aren't, they should be.

Does the time video games take up really affect our world?
Yes.
In a negative light?
That's up to you, the reader to decide, but my views are as follows.

No, video games do not affect the real world in a negative sense. They teach morals, which no one is getting in church nowadays. They improve hand eye coordination. They even make grouups of people, who would never have a common aspect about them, come together to rejoice in addiction and world changing. Video games [and Farmville] achieve what Christians and cultists work to achieve.

Let it be.

What I Do.

Currently, I work at Petsmart in Prattville as a Pet Care Specialist, and as a floater, or one who floats, whenever they need me. I work about 25 hours a week, which works out to be about 4 days a week. I always have Thursday off, and I usually have two days off every weekend. I enjoy my schedule, but my job is quite a bit boring. In general I take care of the animals and talk to customers who have questions about them.

In taking care of the animals, I perform several tasks. First, we carry five different types of animals at Petsmart: fish, cats, reptiles, birds, and small animals.
For the fish, I clean the tanks, all 100 of them, including scrubbing the algae away, gravel vacuuming the rocks, and changing the water in the floor tank. I also feed and check for signs of illness. If any fish show signals that it may be sick, I transport the fish to the sick room, and medicate it.
For cats, it is pretty simple. The cats we carry are from the Humane Shelter, but we take care of them while they are at our store. I make sure the cats have food and water, and I clean out the habitats and litter boxes.
For the reptiles, I ensure that all have been fed on the days needed, and I make sure clean water is provided. Some reptiles, such as Chinese Water Dragons and frogs, need to be misted twice daily, and I get that done.
For the birds, again, I feed and water them, but I also keep the birds stocked with available millet spray and timothy hay (only some birds). With the larger birds, I help socialize them by handling and talking to them.
For the small animals (i.e. Guinea Pigs, Hamster, Rats, etc.), I make sure they have food and water, a clean home, and are healthy.

In general, my job sounds like it would be fun. I get to play with animals all the time, but it's just boring. Cleaning takes the most time, and in a 25 hour week, I probably spend about 15 hours just cleaning. So that's what I do. My job in a nutshell.

Power of Personality

I'm not sure anyone would say that I'm a bad person, or was. I'm pretty sure, they'd say I was the kid in school that yelled and laughed and disturbed, but got his work done. I made all A's except for one which is another blog post all in itself. (It really is. Check it out.) I was a pretty good kid, but boy did I turn some heads when I got out to the playground. I could make you stand on top of the monkey bars without you every asking why. I had the gift of gab, but the good gab, the kindergarten gab. I would dare, and swear, and call you a chicken if you didn't man up.

I remember one time.....

Slides were all the craze back in the day. We had open, metal slides, giant, plastic slide, and we even had this one slide like a water park slide, with the tube-e-ness. It wrapped around the support beam of the jungle gym and moved you faster than a goat in a chicken pen. Well, one day, I decided to see what rocks looked like flying down the slide. It was okay. They just kind of plopped onto the ground after making way through the twists and turns of a kindergartner's dream ride. "There had to be something more to this rocky business", I thought to myself.

I slid down, turned around, (went to town, boot scoot boogey) and launched a rock up the slide. It shot upward, turned left, turned left more, and rocketed into the sky like the Challenger...except it didn't explode. (Too Soon?) I got kids the join me. From the fields and through the woods, children came from far and wide to see the rocks thrown through the tube, into the sky.

Someone made the mistake of getting on the other end....

She got hit.

I ducked and covered.

I got away.

Someone got punished....Poor guy.

I was a horrible influence.

Wow...how ironic.

My last post, which was about a week ago today, was about how much I love my Jeep, and how it'll last me through college. Well, last Thursday, I was in an accident with Ole' Creepers Jeepers.

I'll start from the time I left school.

A soon as I got out of my Chem. lab on Thursday afternoon, around 4:30, I trekked out to my car. It was parked in the big parking lot, in the third tier of cars (a LONG way out). As I walked towards the truck/car, I remembered that the seat belt wasn't working properly and that I needed to fix it before I went anywhere, and so I did. I got to the car, played with the seat belt until it clicked back into place, and I happened on my merry way.

On the interstate.

When I was leaving school last Thursday, I was heading to my girlfriend's house in Prattville, as is now tradition every Thursday. While on the interstate, past Perry Hill exit, but before Ann St Exit, I realized that I needed to stop by my house for something. First, I live right off of Ann St, but I have a self-diagnosed case of A.D.D. I can't keep a single track of mind long enough eat a bowl of cereal. I forgot to get over far enough, and I missed my exit. So, I said never mind. It wasn't worth fighting 5 o'clock Montgomery traffic to turn around and get whatever it was. I continued on to Prattville.

Off the interstate.

I got off on the Millbrook exit by Wal-mart and The DQ, and it started to pour. The roads got slick, my control was close to gone, and my windshield wipers sucked. Well, around the same time, I remembered that I needed to call work to make sure I had a certain day off. I didn't think about the rain. I was in a Jeep, everything would be alright. I headed down 14 towards Prattville, in the down pour, on the phone, with little visibility. When the speed limit changed, I watched the speed-o-meter as it moved down to around 40, and then I looked up. Brakes locked. Tires hydroplaned. I rear ended a huge Lincoln Aviator at a small, backed-up, neighborhood intersection.

The phone flew from my hand. Everything that was now is, meaning every possible item that was in the rear of the Jeep had now flown into the front floor boards. My seat belt caught and held my body from soaring through the windshield, and the little crack on the windshield turned into a very large crack.

My entire body on the Jeep's right side, shifted back, and messed my hood up. Over the weekend, I spent all my time trying to fix the Jeep, going to my brother's wedding, and trying to calm down. Never should anyone want to wreck. I feel bad for hurting the Jeep.

Creepers Jeepers

Mister Jeepers, Baby Jeeps, Solo Commodore. Creepers Jeepers is a man/car of many names. Once said to be the sole virtue of America, the jeep stand a tall 5'11" and boast a stunning 230 Thousand miles. My jeep was inherited from my father, who was a man of simpler pleasures. He bought the jeep back in 98, because he wanted to play around with one. Over the years it has sported many problems such as busted rear end, a torn transmission, and several blown/cracked/missing headlights. Personally, I love my jeep and all its mini traits. It makes a rattling sound from between the roof and windshield when I drive too fast. The fan works, but the A/C doesn't. I have practically grown up with the jeep. Definitely all of my driving years have been spent with it. My dad says he hopes it lasts until I'm through with college. It'll probably end up looking like an old worn down Herbie by that time. I really want to keep in shape, but Jeep work is so expensive, and while the parts are easy to come by, time to replace is not. Just last summer I had to replace the radiator, alternator, starter, and water pump, because when they start showing signs of wear and tear, there was no time to swap them out. Now that I'm in college, time is even more scarce. I can even find time to nap anymore. It's a sick sad little world, in which people can't nap when needed. I digress. When the jeep finally bites the dust, instead of buying new, I believe I just want to fix the old. I can always reploace an engine for cheaper than a new car. I love that Creepers Jeepers.

What to ask?

I have to interview someone for a profile paper. It has to be an actual person, with actual experience and an actual personality. I know I want to ask a pharmacist, but who could I ask? My mom works in a pharmacy, so I could go to the hospital and see if I could talk to Bart. What would I ask Bart. I know my paper has to be about Bart, it has to tie into what sort of writing he does, and it has to profile him without taking a stance. So first I could ask "Why?" Why be a pharmacist? This is an open-ended question that would get the stories rolling. I could ask "What?" does a pharmacist do? or What do you do as a pharmacist? Then, I could tie in education with Where did you go to school? With education tied in, I could ask about the types of writing he did to get where he is. I could talk about his big paper. Dissertation, I believe. How should I go about becoming a pharmacist. What road should I take as apposed to those I shouldn't. What are some tips to become a better pharmacist faster, or tips for college and schools. I definitely want to be a pharmacist, and Bart is a very nice guy. I really hope he says he can help.

Re...invention

I have decided again that I really have to start buckling down on this blogging stuff. Starting today, I will write at least one blog a day, regardless of sick level, and I will write at least two on Monday and Wednesday. I am now 12 blogs behind, and the semester is dwindling down. If I begin die-hard blogging today, I will catch up in no time. Actually that means that I'll get in 4 extra a week and will finish catching up in 3 weeks. I think I want to get in a few extra over that a week to catch up faster. If I then continue "catching up" after I get back on track, I will be ahead of the game and finish sooner. With this blog, I now pronounce myself a daily blogger and shall do so every day on the day on time. Once upon a time, I stop blogging. That was last week. I didn't post any blogs last week, and now I'm feeling the sting of a good rest weekend. I got none, and I feel horrible. I believe I caught the cold, or the flu, or some other form of ickyness. I wonder if there is any time of music that would help me blog. Maybe, music in general would speed along the process. It probably wouldn't speed along the process, because the process takes a certain amount of time anyhow, but it might smooth the process and make it more enjoyable. So, for the third time in this single blog, I declare that I will from hence forth, til the end of the semester, I will blog daily,, and on Monday and Wednesday, I will blog bi-daily.