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8
Oct 09

In Memory of Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense,” who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

  • knowing when to come in out of the rain;
  • the early bird gets the worm;
  • life isn’t always fair; and
  • maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, “Truth” and “Trust,” by his wife, “Discretion,” by his daughter, “Responsibility,” and by his son, “Reason.”

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – “I Know My Rights,” “I Want It Now,” “Someone Else Is To Blame,” and “I’m A Victim.”

(via wonw.)


9
Sep 09

Trans-Tasmanian Relations

On a lighter note, I recently overheard the following conversation between an Australian family arriving into New Zealand and the Customs Officer:

Customs Officer: “I see here that you’ve put your occupation as Dairy Farmer…” He pauses and looks up.

Farmer, nodding: “Yeah mate, that’s not a problem is it?”

Customs Officer: “Well, I also see that for the question ‘Have you been on a farm or in contact with livestock in the last thirty days?’, you’ve ticked ‘No’.”

Farmer: “Oh… Does that count our property too?”

The Customs Officer and Dairy Farmer look at each other awkwardly. Farmer, despite his best efforts, is genuinely not comprehending the problem. The Officer fails to remain calm.

Officer: “Are you stupid?”

(via captain atopic)


4
Sep 09

Random Thoughts from 25 to 35 Year Olds

  • I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
  • More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
  • Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
  • I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?
  • Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
  • That’s enough, Nickelback.
  • I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
  • Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
  • Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
  • There is a great need for sarcasm font.
  • Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.
  • I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.
  • How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
  • I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
  • I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
  • The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
  • A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
  • LOL has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
  • I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
  • Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
  • Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
  • How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
  • I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
  • Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”
  • What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
  • While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.
  • MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
  • Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
  • I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
  • Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
  • I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
  • Bad decisions make good stories.
  • Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!
  • Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
  • If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
  • Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….
  • You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
  • Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.
  • There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
  • I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
  • “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.
  • I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’
  • I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
  • I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
  • When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
  • I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
  • Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles…
  • As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
  • Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
  • It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
  • I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
  • Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.
  • Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey, but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…
  • My 4-year-old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?
  • It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
  • I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
  • I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
  • I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

(via helen).


13
Aug 09

The Engineering Song

A bit of nostalgia for the engineers in the crowd: I give you the Engineers’ Song!

Lyrics below, and I even found a version that I recorded of the MecE band performing at Geer Week in 2008.

CHORUS:
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can demolish forty beers,
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum,
Drink rum, and come along with us,
For we don’t give a damn for any damn man,
Who don’t give a damn for us.

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride,
To show all the villagers her pretty bare white hide.
The most observant man on earth, an Engineer of course,
Was the only one to notice that Godiva rode a horse.

She said “I’ve come a long, long way, the man will go as far,
Who takes me off this goddamn horse and leads me to a bar.”
The man who took her off her horse and stood her too a beer,
Was a blurry-eyed old sapper from the corp of Engineers.

Godiva woke next morning and she had an awful head,
Decided to be sensible and spend the day in bed.
The only ones to visit her and brings her lots of cheer,
Were the broken-down surveyor and the bloodshot Engineer.

Godiva died, and where she fell a benchmark marks the spot -
In any engineering text it’s level can be got.
And in heaven everyday Godiva craves for beer, but
She’ll have to wait until the gates let in the engineers!

Godiva was a lady well-endowed there was no doubt.
She never wore a stich of clothes, just wound her hair about.
The first man who ever made her was an Engineer of course,
But on just one drink, and artsie fink once made Godiva’s horse.

My father was a miner from the northern Malamute,
My mother was a mistress in a house of ill repute.
They kicked me out at a tender age and never shed a tear,
“Get out of here you son of a bitch, and join the Engineers!”

An Artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can,
Said the Artsman, “Match me drink for drink, let’s see if you’re a man”
They drank three drinks, the artsman died, his face was turning green.
But the Engineer drank on and said “It’s only gasoline”

I happened once upon a girl whose eyes were full of fire,
Her physical endowments would have made your hands perspire.
To my suprise she told me that she had never been kissed,
Her boyfriend was a tired Engineering Scientist.

Sir Francis Drake and all his men set out for Calais Bay,
They’d heard the Spanish Run fleet was headed up that way,
But the Engineers had beat them by a night and half a day,
And though ass tight as virgins, you still could hear them say …

Ceasar went of Egypt at the age of fifty three,
But Cleopatra’s blood was red, her heart was warm and free,
And every night when Ceasar said goodnight at one o’clock,
A Roman Engineer was waiting just around the block.

Venus is a statue made entirely of stone,
There’s not a fig leaf on her, she’s as naked as a bone.
On noticing her arms were gone, an Engineer discoursed,
“the damn thing’s busted concrete and should be reinforced.”

A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in a park,
The Engineer was busy doing research after dark.
His scientific method was a marvel to observe,
While his right hand wrote the figures down, his left hand traced the curves.

My mother peddles opium, my father’s on the dole.
My sister used to walk the streets, but now she’s on parole,
My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear,
But they don’t even speak to me, ’cause I’m an Engineer.

After reading Kama Sutra, they tried position nine,
For proving masculinity, it truly was divine.
But then one day the girl rebelled, and threw him on his rear,
For he was a feeble artsman and she was an ENGINEER.

The Army and the Navy boys set out to have some fun,
Down at the local tavern where the firely liquids run,
But all they found were empties, for the Engineers had come,
And traded in their instruments for gallon kegs of rum.

An Engineering one came to school so drunk and very late,
Carry a load that you’d expect to ship by freight,
The only things that held him up and kept him on his course,
Were a boundary condition and the electromotive force.

Rapunzel let her hair down for two suitors down below,
So one of them could grab a hold and give the old heave-ho.
The prince began to climb at once, but soon he came out worst,
For the Engineer rode up a lift, and reached Rapunzel first.

We build all your bridges and we fix your roads too
There’s not a thing in the whole wide world an engineer can’t do
When your head is empty and your heart is full of fear
The first word out of your fucking mouth is call an engineer

The modern engineer must be politically correct,
No more motors lubricating, no more buildings rise erect,
No more electrical capacitors whose plates are high and fair
Instead of problem solving let’s just sit around and care.

A Commie and an Engineer were stranded on a boat,
One person too heavy though, the poor boat wouldn’t float.
The Engineer would flip a coin to settle the dispute,
So she flipped it in the water and the Commie gave pursuit.

Elvis was a legend; he’s the King of Rock ‘n Roll,
But the life he was leading – well, it finally took its toll.
He realized too late, he’d choose the wrong career,
So he faked his death and went to school – now he’s an Engineer!

When Mechs are feeling tired and when Civils are worn out
There;s just one place to go and that’s the bar, without a doubt
So the next time that you drink an ice-cold, golden, frothy beer
Get on your worthless knees and thank a chemical Engineer!

The artsie thought he had it all, his girlfriend disagreed.
One day she up and left him: He could not fulfill her needs.
“Where are you going?” the artsie cried, half-naked from the dorm,
“To find an engineer,” she said, “At least they can perform!”

Late one night, an engineer was lost in work and toil,
He set off to find a darling girl to help discharge his coil.
In no time at all he’d warmed her up, her resistance at a low
They fluxed until the morning’s light, when their fuses, did they blow

A man sat in a tavern with a lovely looking lass
And stared when for the nineteenth time time she raised and drained her glass
he said “You’ve out drunk four strong men, and half the bar, my dear.”
But the maiden smiled demurely and said “I’m an engineer.”

We love to sing, and rink, and sing: ‘We are the Engineers’
Too bad if we’ve offended you with any of our cheers
Sometimes we get too rowdy and we go harass the bands,
So you best make sure we always have a pitcher in our hands!

So now you’ve hear our story and you know we’re Engineers
And when we all shall graduate, we’ll all have great careers.
An engineer’s starting wage can pull in 60 G’s
While an artsie with a PHD can work at Mickey D’s.

Now you’ve hear our story and you know we’re Engineers,
And like all good jolly fellows we drink our whiskey clear,
We drink to every fellow who comes here from far and near,
‘Cause we’re a HELL-OF-A, HELL-OF-A, HELL-OF-A, HELL-OF-A HELL-OF-AN ENGINEER!


29
Jul 09

Insignificant

Each of us, so caught up in the everyday. God gave us the stars to remind us of our own insignificance – our lives as given to us are no bigger or consequential than a single atom in the tears streaming down your cheek.

We can take heart in knowing that each of us has been given the tools we need to make in impact in this life. Everyone unique, every toolbox handcrafted by chance and by God – some are compassionate, some relentless, some musical, artistic, or scientific. Don’t let the little roadblocks in life stop you from achieving what God put you here to do.


24
Jul 09

A Month, Disconnected

Everyone wants to know how my month offline was. They ask it casually, like “How’s work going?” or “What’d you do this weekend?” But it’s not a casual question. It was a huge, incredible, transformative experience. Those 30 days felt like six months. My habits changed, my relationships changed, my identity changed, my personality changed — hell, the physical shape of my body changed dramatically. I went through four legal pads trying to describe what it was like. I’m still not sure I really know.

Wonderful, thought-provoking article from Aaron Swartz. Read the rest if you please.


22
Jul 09

Fake Steve Jobs on Chinese Manufacturing

Even though he might be “fake”, Fake Steve Jobs, a.k.a. Daniel Lyons, former senior editor at Forbes magazine, tells it like it is:

We all know that there’s no fucking way in the world we should have microwave ovens and refrigerators and TV sets and everything else at the prices we’re paying for them. There’s no way we get all this stuff and everything is done fair and square and everyone gets treated right. No way. And don’t be confused — what we’re talking about here is our way of life. Our standard of living. You want to “fix things in China,” well, it’s gonna cost you. Because everything you own, it’s all done on the backs of millions of poor people whose lives are so awful you can’t even begin to imagine them, people who will do anything to get a life that is a tiny bit better than the shitty one they were born into, people who get exploited and treated like shit and, in the worst of all cases, pay with their lives.

(via fakestevejobs).


7
Jul 09

Killing Time with Timekillers

My apologies to my (few) readers who subscribe to my blog through the RSS feed, as I’ve been playing around with the idea of including “timekillers” on this site, and I’ve switched back and forth a few times trying to decide how to go about it.

Timekillers is what I’m calling all the random and/or funny and/or interesting-but-not-relevant links and other tidbits that I find online… up until now I’ve been posting all of them at bandpass, but I’ve decided to integrate them into this blog to make a nice, single archive for myself in the future, and also to give them a bit more visibility, as (in my opinion, at least) lots of what I post for Timekillers is worth reading if you have the time!

So, not to dilute the posts where I actually bother to take the time and effort to write something original, I’ve decided to leave them in their own category, and not post them on the front page of the blog or in the main RSS feed. However, if you do want an RSS Timekiller feed, I’ve listed a link for that as well on the sidebar, for your convenience.

Now, I think this has all been a great diversion, but it’s back to studying for me. If you have comments and/or ideations of killing me for changing up the blog somewhat, please feel free to get a hold of me or use the handy comment form. ;)


6
Jul 09

The brilliant NFL overtime silent auction system

The Fifth Down brought to my attention a beautiful system that involves strategy, rewards the boldest head coach, does not lengthen the game, keeps the basic structure of a football game intact, and, perhaps most importantly, leaves no one with any room to whine.
Here’s how it would go. The sudden death system stays in place, and the first team to score still wins the game. If that happens on the first possession, so be it. That’s still the same.
However, we throw out the coin toss, and in its place, to determine which team gets the football first, we have a silent auction.
Each coach writes down the yard-line at which they’d be willing to accept the ball, and they put their bid in a sealed envelope. Both coaches hand the envelopes to an official at midfield, and the coach who’s written down the least advantageous yard-line gets the ball, at the yard-line he’s written down.

(via Yahoo! sports)


2
Apr 09

The future is here. It’s just not widely distributed yet.

The future is here. It’s just not widely distributed yet.

- William Gibson