Tuesday, June 27, 2006

deep thoughts

by jack handy (just kidding...don't sue me, snl)

tonight i find myself in one of those deep, introspective moods--the type usually associated with poets, philosophers, and angst-ridden teenagers. i don't really know why. maybe it's frustration with work. maybe its because i'm packing in preparation for a move from the first place trinity and i have called home together. whatever the reason, it's prompted me to write a blog entry with no real point whatsoever. i know you're thinking, "and how exactly is that different from all the previous entries?" well, shame on you. you should know the effect that sort of negative thinking has on my fragile, angst-ridden psyche.

anyway, it's been pretty gloomy here in dc the last couple of days. trinity's gallavanting around in sunny san francisco, and constant rain from thunderstorms has left much of dc flooded (and more importantly, our roof leaking. i mean, who cares about all those other people whining about washed away roads and so forth? yawn). as far as natural disasters go, floods are pretty boring. i mean, how many blockbuster movies are there about floods? maybe some of them have flooding as a byproduct of hurricanes, tsunamis, etc., but they're not really the main event. when it comes down to it, tornados and volcanos are much sexier (and lucrative).

now that you've experienced a sample of my morose maunderings (i don't really know it that is a word, but it sounds damn good, so i'm going with it.), i invite you to send donations. see, the idea is that if you give me enough stuff, i'll agree not to write such rubbish anymore. you may think you can get away without giving me anything by simply refraining from future reading. i assure you that your feeble reasoning abilities have failed to grasp an important point. you will have to trust me on this.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

it had to be said

today is my birthday. and the trinity/me entity is moving into a new apartment in july. yes, i am awesome.

Monday, December 12, 2005

about that last entry...

one words for you: drunk.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Philosophical thoughts on male urination

No hands, one hand, or two hands? The perennial question. What does it mean? Does it imply anything? Perhaps the world will never know.

Monday, August 29, 2005

peapeeps

a week or two ago, trinity and i ordered groceries online from peapod. at the time this seemed like a great idea; we could indulge our laziness by ordering from home while simultaneously getting fresher food than is available at the ghetto-fabulous local grocery store known as giant. unfortunately, the incompetence of the peapod people (or peapeeps, as i will refer to them from here on) destroyed our plan.

when our groceries arrived the next day, i was informed that they were out of stock of raspberry sorbet, so they had replaced it with a similar item...by which they meant vanilla ice cream. needless to say, i was a bit dismayed by this turn of events, but i merely chalked it up to the dangers of dealing with people who hate all that is good and right in the world (i.e. peapeeps).

then i found out that they were also out of both chicken and white bread. i sat for a moment, dumbfounded. how does a grocery warehouse run out of chicken and bread? maybe the steroid-pumped chickens snapped, visciously pecking their cruel captors to a bloody pulp before stampeding to freedom across fields of grain, leading to a chicken/bread shortage. or perhaps the machines used for harvesting grain finally gained sentience (just like in the sci-fi movies!) and unleashed their fury on an unsuspecting chicken population (damn them and their cold hearts of steel that know no love!).

then again, i suppose it's possible (ok, certain) that the peapeeps are merely grossly incompetent and should be sent to camps where they will learn the intricacies of stocking basic foodstuffs. let the revolution begin.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

new blog link

everybody should go and check out the latest website i've linked. the blog is written as if it is the personal diary of darth vader. i'm sure you're all thinking, "sure, that is funny to michael, self-proclaimed physicist and sci-fi loser, but i'm sure i'd hate it." well, as usual, you're wrong. i think you'll find it funny, as long as you've at least seen the original star wars trilogy.

if you haven't seen the original star wars trilogy, then what are you doing still alive?

anyway, if you muster the courage to check it out, make sure and start at the very beginning of the archives because the latest entry (i.e. the one posted at the top of the screen when you visit the site) is the final entry.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

excitement!

i know what you must be thinking. "two blog entries in two days?! what madness is this?!" i realize how horribly tacky it was to use not just one, but two (two!) '?!'s, but it was necessary. trust me on this.

unfortunately, there isn't too much for me to talk about. this is despite the fact that today has been more productive and exciting for me (as far as my research is concerned) than pretty much any day in the last week or so...mainly because even 'exciting' research for me is likely to be considered mind-numbingly boring to those of you without my superior intellect (translation: those of you who are not completely lame physics dork losers). just a taste...the majority of my day consisted of reading through a plasma physics paper, trying to follow all the conceptual and algebraic gymnastics necessary to successfully construct local magnetohydrodynamic 3D plasma equilibria. yeah, that's what i thought. loser.

despite how embarrassing this admission is, i must end this entry now, as i'm being distracted by a rerun of the oc. yeah.