Welcome To My Hell

I have an excellent job.
I have a very attractive and funny day to day female companion. (At least that’s what I’m calling it.)
I live in a house of friendly people.
I have two cars. One of which is fast as fuck and many people envy me for.
I never worry about money. Without even thinking I could lose a thousand dollars and know I’ll be fine.

Yep. I had a bad day today. But uh, it’s all good when you weigh it all in.

Ahh yeah son. Tagged this one too!

Ethanol @ 15psi.

Sweet. Finally getting the CRX running. W00t.

Don’t you hate it when you come into work thinking it was Friday — and it’s not Friday? I forget my phone too. A whole day without my phone. Not that anyone will call, but still, I’m just so used to having it on me.

So not only is it still Thursday. But I have a difficult class to teach. It’s an Actionscript class, ergo, thought is an unfortunate requisite.

…more people complimented you on your outfit the day AFTER you wore it.

When the LHC come online and they start experimenting in the coming months, what happens to all you nay sayers who said the worlds is going to end? What happens to all of the say at home idiots who think that quoting a published scientist is the quintessential or all-important element of argument?

You’ll shrug it off. After putting up all that fight, you’ll just lower you heads and fade back in the collective mass of stupidity and bigotry that is your existence.

After all your anonymous forum comments, and aimless bitching of the theory you know nothing about — the physics you know nothing about — the science you know nothing about — the fucking reality you know nothing about… You’ll get away with it without at least being punched in the face.

That’s what pisses me off.

The world public should continue to reward intelligence. But it should also enact social sanctions to punish the ignorant.

Everyone get a job and shut the fuck up.

I was reading a sociology book yesterday (Yes, people. Books. They still exist.) on a Mr. Solomon Asch that really piqued my interest. So I put on a little experiment at work yesterday just to see how blindly and without thought people will perform menial tasks.

This is a picture of the sign in sheet from my work. We have all students sign it in the morning to make sure no one is wandering in to classes without paying.

Anyhow, I purposely signed into the book and put an incorrect year in the date column. It’s easy to slip people up on the day; Maybe even the month. But the year? I love it.

Also note the switch-over from slashes to hyphens for the date format.

Woot.

This has been a long time coming. I’ve been doing butterfly kicks and aerials for far too long without incident. Oh man look at that shit! No, no. I mean look at my leg! Holy hell I’ve never had muscle like that on any part of my body! Well, not on most parts of my body.

Naturally this happened when I was semi showing off to an attractive woman…

I saw this on a MySpace survey. Sometimes I wonder why people are on my friends list.

On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?: 100%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*

Ah…The times you can say that with sincerely are far and few.

Anyway, this is how I roll.