Proof that scientists have too much time on their hands: a "are you a supertaster?" quiz.

I want to work for the US Department of Treasury. That way, I can say that I make billions of dollars each year.

This post is for some-whatever hour.

Somehow, I found this article way too amusing.

This post is for 1.

Good news: NASA has discovered evidince of salt water on Mars.
Better News: Because of this discovery, Long John Silver's will give away one free giant shrimip to anyone who asks on May 10th.

This post is for 12.

It is cloudy outside. And I am bored.

This post compensates for 11:00.

Since I've been bored lately, I'm going to update this every hour. Starting now.

The "octogenarian" (as opposed to the offensive term "old guy") in the Six Flags commercial is probably just a young dancer under heavy makeup, but if he's not, then, well, we need more "octogenarians" like this one in our world. Not only can he dance, but he can drive.

Things I've Learned from a 2-Day Spring Break Trip

No 1. The sign on the interstate that said "Hope, 1 Mile" was some much needed comic relief along the ride there.

No 2. The sign on the interstate that said "Emergency-Dial 911" could be either a reminder to dial 911 in case of an emergency, or that the sign writer was in desperate need of help.

I am going somewhere else.

I apologize for the previous post. I wrote it down on a piece of paper early in the morning, and had an urge to share it with the world, though this isn't the world.

Dream I had last night:
I was on the beach, where I rented a metal detector. I decided to look around on the beach for buried treasure or the like. As I approached a particular spot, I noticed that I was getting closer to something metal. Moments later, I was right over that particular spot where treasure could be buried.
So, I started digging. Moments later, I discovered under the sand was a metal detector.

So, with my metal detector, I had found another metal detector. Somehow, this made perfect sense at the time. When I woke up, however, I found it funny.

I just realized something about our now gone school play. During rehersals, there were quite a few missed cues. It's good that we forgot these cues, because then the director would probably hit us with them.

Some photos are just jokes that write themselves.

Well, forget about that. Thanks to too many passengers, delays, and bad scheduling, it looks like I will be here for a week!

Vacation time again. I'll write down posts (as I think of them) onto a Palm and transfer them to here. When I get back.

Yes, one week. The one person who reads this daily is sure going to miss me!
(I'm sorry, the actual statistic is ".5 people".)

It is math class.
A girl sitting next to me drops her binder. A single paper slides out of her binder. In red pen (along with some well-used blue) contains the "f-word" about fifteen times (in a row) and in large capital letters "I hate myself".

I pick it up, pretend to not notice what it said, and give it back to her. She smiles, and laughs, as if I had only seen an attempted sketch of herself.

Class continues as normal.

JuneBug67831: klj
tomamama29: klj?
JuneBug67831: sry, I sneezed

I seem to run into Amish people in the strangest places. And I mean literally running into the Amish. So I'm thinking of starting a new feature. I'd call it "Amish Sightings". I'd basically describe Amish cameos throughout life. Such as this one:

Amish Sightings

I saw an Amish person at Best Buy. This is odd, considering it's an electronics store. Not only did I see them, but I ran into them. Literally. It didn't hurt.
Much.

I'm beginning to see so many Amish people in non-Amish areas (not to say that I'm for segregation of the Amish) that I think there are false Amish people who only wear the clothes. Maybe they're the Tarnished Amish. Now there's a rock band name.
Or a cult.

Two performances later, the play is done for.

First Performance: Hyper audience. They laughed a lot. Only a few forgotten lines.
Second Performance: Audience wasn't as much fun. They clapped more (so I believe). A handful of forgotten lines.

Play practice was today. Nothing extraordinarily special...except that the play is tommorow.

So, we decided to go over a few "trouble" scenes (as in, scenes that needed work) so we'd supposedly feel more confident about the play. One of the scenes we went over was a scene where two kids got into a fight.
Now, don't get me wrong, these two kids did an excellent job with this coreographed fight scene. There were a few "kinks" that needed to be worked out, so the director gave suggestions.

Her biggest suggestion: "How about, after Jordan here gets up from the ground, you both grab each other by the shirts. Okay? Let's try that."

This seems like a small detail, right? Well, it turns out we can make the smallest thing a big mess.
They redo the scene with the director's suggestion. This goes well. But the director isn't happy enough.

"You know," she says, "Let's make that grab longer. Struggle with it. And have some fun."

And did they have fun. They redo the scene again. A few fake punches are swung, Jordan is thrown to the ground (which looks very real, almost painful to watch, might I add), and he gets up. They grab each other, once again, and each begin to stare into the eyes of the other. For about five seconds.

They stare. And stare...with blank expressions on their face.

Now, to someone watching, this looked like a scene from a bad, bad soap opera. You'd expect it to end with the two of them either hugging, or doing something worse. This caused everyone watching to burst out laughing (many of us on the verge of tears). The director made a point to revert the scene to its original self.

Tommorow, on the night of the play, they're sure to both at least smirk at each other at this point. If not giggle.

There's something somewhat unsettling about the song "Don't Worry, Be Happy". Don't ask me why, but I think there's just something very startling about a man saying "hey, don't worry. Here's my number. Call me if you get down".

We can do the little "quote gestures" with our fingers. But, (if I'm not wrong) why don't we have a finger gesture for parentheses?

Another average day. A teacher approaches me.

"Hey," he says.
"I've got a red car," he randomly states.
"Yes," I say, confused, nodding and smiling.
"My car's parked in the front row," he continues.
"Okay..." I say, my smile become wider and more artificial.

He pulls keys out of his pocket.
"These are my car keys," he says. He pulls something else from his pocket.
"This is my new cell phone," he continues as if the two objects go together like peanut butter and jelly.
"I have no idea how to use it."
"Ah," I say, in an understanding voice.

"Now, what I want you to do, is go out to my red car, parked in the front row, and in the front seat is a white little manual. I want you to take that manual, lock the doors, and come back."
This statement on it's own is a bit confusing. Most students my age don't often walk out of the school randomly, with keys in hand and open a car door.

"Sure," I say. "Do I need a pass?"
He puts the keys in my hand. "I think this'll do."
So, quite simply, I go outside (this got a funny look from the assistant principal), go to the red car in the parking lot, open the door, and take the manual. Of course, I lock the doors when I'm done.

Now that I think about it, this story is a bit boring. It seemed exciting at the time.