mostly harmless, but not quite

one of the problems has to do with the speed of light and the difficultied involved in trying to exceed it. you can't. nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws. the hingefreel people of arkintoofle minor did try to build spaceships that were powered by bad news but they didn't work particularly well and were so extremely unwelcome whenever they arrived anywhere that there wasn't really any point in being there. ~ douglas adams

facebook is also another exception because it also follows its own special laws. a couple of my students have added me on facebook, and since this blog is RSS fed to my facebook notes, i now need to think thrice before i write anything here (the twice came when i found out that my parents read this blog... or attempt to).

my new haircut looks awkward. it makes me look like if i were to go to a random highschool and walk around there during class time, i'd get written up for ditching class. not that there's anything wrong about that, since they won't be able to find me in the school roster anyway. what's not cool, however, is when you go to FRY'S to buy a PS2 game that's rated M for mature, and the lady behind the register asked you for your ID. kinda like what happened to kevin a year ago. he was older than me, too.

i've been listening to random songs in my ipod lately, and for some reason it's been randomly picking the mellow ones. i'm sure the random number generator does not take into account how mellow a song is, but what are the odds? is this a way for nature to remind me that i've been quite an angry man as of late, and that i need to calm down a little? or is nature just trying to make me all depressed?

if you haven't seen blades of glory, go see it. beautiful crotch-grabbing action. non-stop laughter, too. i would quote every line from that movie if i could remember all of them.

jimmy: that... was disgusting.
chazz: that, young man, is how babies are made.

jimmy: i see you got fat.
chazz: i see you still look like a 15-year old girl, but not hot.

jimmy: you wanna go get some icecones?
katie: i love icecones
jimmy: does 8 sound good?
katie: yeah, that'll give me enough time to... wax my jugs.