I don’t know what I’ll do the next time someone uses the word peruse in the ’skimming’ sense.Slap their face with a dictionary, maybe.
For those that don’t enjoy getting slapped in the face with a dictionary;
Peruse: to read through with thoroughness or care. to survey or examine in detail.
So today I finished all my exams. At times like these, I really feel thankful for my photographic memory. The photographs are horrible though. God, my shitty camera pisses me off.
So I was just applying to UBC a month ahead of deadline, like the ready and prepared person that I am, and I discovered that the degree for Midwifery is dubbed B.M.W.
So yeah, one more reason to apply.
Also, if you have some time to spare, check this out. It’s a list of top 100 technological innovations of 2009, and there’s some amazing stuff on there.
“Survival of the fittest” was first used by Herbert Spencer to espouse his Social Darwinist views, not by Darwin. It’s misleading terminology.
Just to clear things up.
Apparently the Christmas Bomber was an IB student.
Oh, what delicious irony.
Credits to Charles Choi for providing me with this information.
I’ve turned 18 some days ago, and the moment the clock struck 12, I felt power, wisdom and responsibility surging through my veins.
But what an arbitrary label given at an arbitrary age, made even worse by the fact that you can’t actually do anything. Alcohol, tobacco, and voting rights become available in 19. All right, I wouldn’t be smoking anyway, I don’t buy liquor nor do I get drunk, and I can’t vote in Canada, but this is just too boring. All the responsibilities of adulthood, with next to no actual benefits. The only thing I seem to be able to do in 18, it seems, is watch R-rated movies and buy sex toys. Well, at least I’ll finally figure out how babies are made, and be allowed to go about it in creative ways.
I watched Avatar a few days ago. I don’t know what the hype is about. It was an okay film.
Actually, I know what the hype is about. Although it’s a predictable as a Teletubbies’ episode, it was a pretty film with great graphics and CGI, and people love pretty things.
But really, it was non-racist Pocahontas, with a poke at USA’s militant policies which every semi-demi-hemi socially-conscious movie seems to have to have these days. Actually, it was more a repeated battery than a poke; it was already a bit of a push with the military commander with a Texan drawl, but to have him say “We fight terror with terror”? Tasteless, tasteless. And really, the plot has been so overdone. I don’t think it’s even possible now for a young fighter heiress of a small tribe to not fall in love with a foreign white stranger who is learning the tribe’s ways.
But oh well, it was pretty cool, with interesting use of 3D and pretty shots. Also, robot suits, which seems to be disproportionately overrepresented in decent movies I have watched recently.
On a slightly related note, there was a cartoon a couple of years back called Avatar. I never got to watch the end of it. I know I wasn’t the only 15-year old watching it, so shut up. Goddamn that was an awesome cartoon.
So yeah, go watch it, or something.
So, apparently we’re getting one of those millimetre-scanner in YVR. If you don’t know what it is, it’s a scanner that will scan your body through your cloths, providing a highly detailed picture of your naked body, including nipples, scars, genitals, etc. I assume it’s only for international flights, since a terrorist would have a very hard finding anyplace significant to bomb in, say, Saskatchewan. A Tim Horton’s, maybe.
Of course, we’re given a choice between the scan and a pat-down, because not giving a choice would be just offensive. And of course, the majority of the people who chose a pat-down would be asked to go through the scanner, because choosing that option would automatically make you a terrorist.
Seeing as how I fly at least once a year, I would inevitably be given this choice. I think I’ll just strip, right then and there in front of everybody, so that they can see that I have nothing to hide. In fact, I’ll take a dump on the airport floor too, so they can see I’m not hiding anything up my cavity, either. If it’s perfectly fine for some guys in a booth to see me naked, why can’t everyone else? The security guys would have consented to doing this beforehand, of course, but that doesn’t make it any better. Actually, that’s worse; you’re being looked at by guys who volunteered to look at your body. That’s like giving a necrophiliac the keys to the cemetery.
But really, we could start a movement. If enough people started shitting naked in airports, we could stop this. Anyone with me? We’re doing it for security, after all.
Edit: Now there’s a Facebook group for this cause. Join and create an insignificant change!
As you all know, if not from the news at least from the numerous Facebook scamming groups, Haiti was directly hit by an earthquake. It wasn’t the biggest one — 7.0 on the Richter — but it was enough to devastate the capital city of Haiti, kill tens of thousands of people, and completely destroy the hospitals, schools, or just about anything that would be of help to the injured and unsheltered people of Haiti.
Haiti is the poorest country in this hemisphere. God certainly has a peculiar sense of humour.
Or of course, this can be seen as His ongoing attempt to convert as many of us as possible, and thus save us from the eternal hellfire. He loves us too much for that to happen.
As it turns out, a sense of loss of control heightens our pattern-seeking behaviour. That is, the more we feel shaken, the more we believe in, well, things. And then there are the findings in psychology that if we believe that things happen for a purpose, it’s a lot easier to cope with them. Isn’t that interesting? Strangely enough, more people find Jesus/Allah/Vishnu in times of personal crisis. Call me crazy, but I think something might be going on here.
Of course, God knows this, since he knows, well, everything. And it might just be why He sent the earthquake, don’t you think? Save more souls. Take an already desperate people and kill their family and friends in front of them, and they’ll grasp at anything, if only to make life even the merest degree more tolerable. Oh, God, you rascal, you.
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