Calondromity

What if you could train ants to fight?

Eating a form of submission?

I walked past some squash members (I work at a squash court) today with some honey garlic wings. This is normal in every way except that i wanted to hide the fact that i had food. Is this because its impolite to eat food while working? because you might find yourself in the inopportune moment where you must attend a customer while succulent chicken drips from your mouth? IS IT JUST THIS? i think not. think about any time you eat food. friends/family doesent count. picture a first date. think about how much care is taken into every bite. picture a work lunch. when talked to with your mouth full, dont you feel embarrassed that you have food in your mouth... FOOD! well i say fuck social norms. fuck nurture. im going to eat where ever and when ever i want.

Would you Rather (2)

If you had an office job
Would you rather work on the main floor of the building of on the top floor, which happens to be floor 78?

Dear Poetry Gods -- Brody the Writter

In my organized community, there has entered a women. She is a poet and knows it. People pay her for her poetriess forming of words. I being the curious cat am interested. How hard is it to write a good poem. The answer: quite.

I am by no means a poet in any fathomable way. I am a writter of words; however, by this I feel I should at least attempt to construct a poem.


I leave for you "The Poem of Someone Telling Me About You, And Me Telling You What They Said":


Someone told me
That you lived your life on the edge of a knife
Like the cats screaming at the dogs between them
Not a concern or a cry
to give
to anyone
to ever live

Your a soul bleeder with his hat on the rack
A life taker taken the shirt off my back
A misinforming informant with your news come a storming
Wearing down your nails just trying to bore us

Bad news don't break you
But good news don't make you
It's a common misconception that feeds your infection
A common person searching for ressurection
And you've got it all,
and your all is their nothing at all
A warm blanket to soak up the water

pebbles and rocks to drag you down
to the bottom of the paragprah
the bottom of your head
to rest a little longer
to the bottom of your raspberry fruit stand

Plumes and plods to connect the dots
Of flying tree rabbits under swirling banana clouds
Filled with sweat ice creamy treats
Filled with hard hitting hammers and straight striking bows
And arrows to strike straight the apples among monkeys têtes
pillow lungs and ringy dungs, with bleeps and bloops among you
Wippy dipp do goes the marching sight of steel swords and knights

The Lonely Butterfly Hunter

As if the flowers weren't flickering between the flaps of butterfly wings. As if there wasn't time to document the colour pattern. The lonely butterfly hunter removed his rusted white butterfly net in twitching eagerness to catch some ignorant little butterflies. Butterflies.
(Swoosh!)
One swipe of the net and one disappointing miss.
Pathetic butterfly hunter.
(Swoosh!) Pathetic.
(Swoosh!)
Butterfly hunting is difficult and it doesn't help that the butterflies are ignorant.
(Swoosh!)
Yes. The Butterfly hunter all at once stoled three little butterflies from the freedom of their Butter Flight. Three Pathetic Butterflies.
ButterFly hunting is difficult and it helps to use a large lightweight butterfly net.

The butterfly hunter took his butterflies home. He put them in his mixing drum and stirred them into a pulp. It was only natural that he put two slices of bread in the toaster. Then he spread the fly butter on the toast and topped it off with raspberry freezer jam. The spoils of a successful lonely butterfly hunter.

Ok this is a little Bizarre -- Bizarro Brody

Zebras are forming industrialized communities without filling out the proper permits first. They've already started building factories on lands that aren't yet authorized for land development.

An investigation into the ongoing breach of bureaucratic mechanisms led to the discovery that zebras avoided filling out the permits, because they are not high functioning mammals, but rather primitive grazers. Also it appears the factories they are allegedly building consist of only a few small branches a young zebra pushed into a pile.

Whatever the cases be with the situation, the permit filling laws were broken and the consequences must be laid out. All zebras well have to be killed.

recruiting

This is a call out to all members and non-members that we are having a limited time recruiting offer for the fall! comment here if you are interested in sharing what you think is interesting with the rest of the world! so far tyler is political, jon is scientific, brody is fantasy/bizzare and i am all over the place (random). YOU could be the new part of this blog!

Do you feel alive? -- Brody the Writter

Do you feel alive?

When someone shouts your name, does it shake your skeletal girders?

Do you sit still and let the world pass through your eyes like the wind passes through your ears, or do you take stance in awkward attempts to humor its approach. Do you eat sandwiches only because you like the word sandwich, not because delicious chicken and tomato passionately greet it's breaded neighbors before dancing erotically on your nervous tongue; a tongue that lacks merit in its function, useless in the dark dungeon you restrict it to, like some sort of twisted speechless dictator.

12:04 eh em, cough.


whistle.

Over - ryan

the great sands of time
blow with furious intent
this blog is dying

Night At the Movies - Ryan

Today we are are going to do a movie review of Schindler's list, which coincides with my Film in History class. For those of you who dont know, Schindler's list is a a Spielberg film on the Holocaust, with the protagonist as a German business man who saves some of the Jews from Auschwitz. The film has been criticized though, for its empathy towards the German people not knowing or being benevolent towards the holocaust , which can be considered Intentionalist because the blame is cast on the Nazi elite. The reality however, is that the German people were apathetic or supportive to the gradually segregation and extermination of the Jews. Question is, does Shindler's list accurately portray the holocaust?

The Great Escape! - by Jon

Cool story.
An Orangutan escaped from her confinement in an Adelaide zoo by first short circuiting an electric fence and then using a makeshift latter to climb out of her pen.
The intelligence of this Orangutan goes without saying. However, I think it raises an important ethical question as to whether or not it is aceptable to confine a creature capable of comprehending its own imprisonment?

Two worlds part

A notice to the Villagers was posted late last night on the wall of the local tavern. From the gossip that is circulating, the notice apparently stated Merlins eldest daughter Camellia has gone missing. She was last spotted talking with a young boy named Jemmy. It used to be thought that Jemmy was born slow minded due to his premature birth and large forehead, but it was later decided he was a capable young boy when he won the skipping contest at the local fair. He's now believed to be in a romantic and clumsy relationship with Camellia.

Also to be noted, the congregation of angry and adventurous villages have left town, leaving the stragglers and Apathetics behind in a half deserted Village. The old Mayor, Gary McKinnon, was also forced against his will to leave town with the abandoning villagers as part of Merlins ongoing commitment to his promise of extraditing him from Shouldice. Although Gary committed no real crime and isn't being handed over to any other Village authorities, Merlin insisted he leave town bound in shackles.

On a side note, one of the Apathetics, Janice, knitted a sweater today for her neighbors daughter as a gesture of good will. It was also to spite their family, since it was their daughters birthday and all the neighbors were invited except Janice.

Dear Stolby,

It's not so much the cake wasn't good, it's just I've never been the most dedicated fan of cakes. It would please you to know I gave it to my neighbors. I haven't heard any comments back from them, but I am most positive they will return rave reviews. Don't get your shit in a knot. It looked palatable, but that's not reason enough for me to go risking my life shoving a potentially lethal cake down my pampered esophagus. 

Please don't send me any more cakes.

Signed,

--Tokyo Wilson--

Tokyo Wilson

My Internet Connection is Lagging -- Brody the Writter

It's a well documented stereotypical fact that Muslims don't have a lot of sex. It's also a stereotypical fact that when they do have the sex, they make it count. That means they have to buy more bread and ice cream for a bunch of screaming baby mouths to keep them quiet and alive. They also start paying attention to those annoying diaper commercials on the color motion screen (Diaper commercials: the only legal form of child pornography [sick bastards]).

"Come on, What's your point?" the stubborn internet reader interjected annoyingly, while simultaneously picking their nose and smearing it on their keyboard, then quickly wiping their finger off as they realized their actions were being documented.

"I'm fucking getting to it!" I said out loud, seemingly to myself.

A girl code named Nikita recently had me watch this video about how the Muslim culture is going to dominate the world population in the next half century or so. This all because, on average, they fornicate large families and other cultures don't; therefore, by the process of diffusion, they well spread out evenly over the world and smother everyone else. The video is obviously made by a fear mongering Christian, and therefore must be taking with a grain of salt and sugar, yet it's underlying premise is true that Muslims have a high sperm count.

All that I can surmise from the video is that Muslims are hogging all the internet bandwidth in my neighborhood, which is why my connection is lagging. Makes it pretty tough for me to trick internet daters into requesting dates with Rico Speedster (the 6'1" figure skater with an unbuttoned silk white shirt and glazed six-pack, who drives a sexy black 1969 GTO) only to discover it's actually a creepy internet writter with bad grammer and slpelling skills, at which time it would be to late and I could mass produce small copies of myself over nine month intervals.

It's time to start investing in Baby Thong Diapers.

bet lost- ryan and tyler

ryan and tyler have lost the bet, but not together. That is all.

Wanky Blankets -- Brody the Writter

Wanky Blankets
Wanky Blankets
Wanky Blankets

There are Three Wanky Blankets
There are Three
The Wankier The Better

A rock
Another rock
Two rocks spotted
More rocks must exist, but where?

Wanky Blankets and rocks and stuff with things

My Dog is a Racist - Ryan

To set the stage, my family has 3 dogs, 3 cats, 2 donkeys and a horse. Two of the dogs are Labs, and 1 is a Border Collie, the latter being the focus of this topic. Her name is Roxy and as a collie, her instinct is to heard animals by barking and running around them. This would be fine... if the animals actually needed to be herded. So periodically we hear the pleasant, high pitch bark, over and over and over again until someone calls her and tells her to stop. Her particular interest is to go to the donkeys and horse and run around them barking, directing them nowhere so they end up getting nervous and start kicking. Its a stupid, repetitive, racist behavior.Roxy hates them. I can see it in her eyes. She looks at them and barks her hateful barks confusing the livestock.

I don't know what to do because its been a good 5 years with roxy living around horses. Trying to train her and using an electric collar did not work, so im going to try to link this to other things.

Ok lets think about a few things,

1: Roxy has possibly picked up the hereditary genes which has naturally made her racist towards bigger animals, or as a pup Roxy's mom barked the early teachings of racism.

2: Smaller brain size. When I see the other labs looking at Roxy bark, they are like "wtf Roxy, why do you keep barking (racistly)"

3: Personality. maybe she has just grown up becoming racist because she is not as cute as Lassy (the dog on tv who saves the kid in the well), and other animals are big?

Could some of these traits of my racist dog Roxy be related to real life human racists?

Tribute to the Calgary Flames - by Jon

I would like to congradulate the Calgary Flames with another epic fail.

Vancouver Canucks, I wish you the worst in round two.

Merlin Increases Taxes

The new mayor of Shouldice has raised the taxation rate on family incomes from a modest 5% to 45%. He has also raised the tax on bartered goods from 2% to 10%.

Although the Mayor stated he has no need to defend his decisions, as he knows what is best for all the villagers, he has justified his dramatic tax increases with the promise improving the deteriorating state of Shouldice. He has also started posting pictures of himself on the sides of public buildings.

Also to be noted, two carriages have been loaded with copious amounts of water and food. It would not be surprising if a disconcerting amount of villagers set out tomorrow in search of whatever it is they are in search of.

Probability Cont. - by Jon

I intend to conclude my post from a day ago that displayed three head/tail sequences from randomly flipping a penny. Brody got the answer spot on, but the exact answer wasn't something I was looking for.

HHHHHTTTTT
HTTHHTHTHT
HTHTHTHTHT

This post was more an adventure into human psychology. Unfortunately, many of our readers are preoccupied with "buying bread that day" and "sharpening there gardening tools into more dangerous looking bartering tools" over in the Village of Shouldice (see prior post), so comments were few and far between.

The probability of attaining any of these three H/T sequence upon 10 flips of a penny are equally likely. However, some people happen to trick themselves into thinking that the first and/or third have differing degrees of probability depending on the information inherent in each sequence. By information I am refering to the the ability to recognize patterns - or simply pattern recognition. Because the first and third sequence each have conspicuous patterns to them, the pattern is recognized and believed to carry information. It is a misconception that information is greater in complexity than random noise. It simply depends on how you calibrate your system (brain) and what exactly you are looking for.
Essentially, because we can percieve information within the first and last sequence, we may become fooled into thinking the probability of attaining such a pattern by mere coin-flipping is higher than the random, non-sensical, pattern of the second sequence.
I have a rock at home with lichen on one side in the form of a happy face. It looks quite commical and upon first glance you might think "what the hell are the odds of that?". Well, the odds are the same for any other random orientation of lichen, it just happens that this particular orientation I attribute significance to because i'm calibrated to see such patterns.

Change in Power

Merlin has been voted mayor of Shouldice after calling upon the election himself. Only three citizens voted in the election as most of the Apathetics were buying bread that day, and the other more violent citizens were sharpening their gardening tools into more dangerous looking bartering tools. The ballot tally'er has informed us that the three voters were Merlins' two daughters and his wife Emily, who has been missing for a number of years. Emily has once again disappeared.

Probability - by Jon

Here's an interesting question for you fellows to ponder:
Take a penny. Upon flipping, there are two possible outcomes, heads (H) or Tails (T). Now, I want to know what you think the probability of each outcome is:

HHHHHTTTTT

HTTHHTHTHT

HTHTHTHTHT

a shepherds dream is of the masses
ill drink to the one who is thy neighbor
He goes with the crowd
He eats the masses
I am dead

Poker? -- Brody

I'm about to play some online poker, but it got me thinking. We need to have a poker night soon. Even a poker evening, after which we can go out to the streets and get drunk, and not sleep with random girls.

Two Time-lines of Earth History - by Jon

Timelines
This only applies to young earth creationists, of course. The beliefs boggle me to no end.

Quam-Ryan

I hate how people post on facebook post how many exams they have left and how many days they have to go. Its annoying and no body cares.

Attack of the zombie crabs! -Ryan

read from damn interesting.com, this article kind of blew me away. I had no idea that parasites could do this! could you imagine one that attaches to humans?

"i hate small towns, and i hate things i cant see!" -Francis

"Francis! look over here!" -Zoe

"Ahh get it off me, get it off me!" - Louis

"Theres a man comin round taken names, and he decides who to fdsfdsaas AHHHH ZOMBIE CRABS" -Bill

Action in Progress- ryan

In study room in library, women annoyed with something big african guy said. she says he will get kicked out if he keeps doing this, he says "im not your whore" (i almost laugh, not because im sexist but because i have never heard a guy say this) she gets the info guy... waiting now (this is happening as im writing this) he comes in, im starting to get excited because some shit might go down.. he says that work has to be done in this room and he leaves... damn. fucking anticlimactic! ok well here is how my version would go.
The small info guy runs into the library swinging, not because he is racist or naturally over aggressive, but because he has had a crush on this tattle tail for ages. The big guy is startled but prepared, he knew with that whore comment that something could happen. The IT guy jumps over a row of computers and attempts to crash into big guy (BG), BG jumps above his chair and puts all of his weight into his elbow which comes crashing down on IT's neck. The result is much more gorier than one would expect. Im two rows away and i get blood and brains (???) all over me as i type this. Im loving it because I have only seen this shit in video games. BG turns to me in agression, and i give him a thumbs up and smile. he smiles and runs off. I am left with a body and that tattle tail chick screaming in hysteria. I want her to shut up.
the end.

Would you Rather -- Brody the Writter

Would you rather have the ability to start a fire just by pointing at something,

or have the ability to never feel cold again.

time waster

you came here to waste time eh? well i dont think your coming back here for a while because when you go here shits going down.

Ryan has a blog too!

It seems the fad is to create other blogs then post back on the mother blogs because it seems cooler so, I got my blog up here too! I remembered that i did this for a media class in Lethbridge.. I also build a web page, go ahead check it out. (Using internet explorer not firefox) Its this little story i had to do about my potential future! I forgot how much fun this was, some really cool roll overs (dont be afraid of the snake!) :( i miss those days.. i kinda want to do this again..

so yeah i started following this blog so go to my blog then there is a link to the web site i used.. remember to use internet explorer though!

Division in the Village

It appears the villagers have formed two distinct parties. One of the parties is very violent and continues to throw small rocks at the mayors' statue. The other party is composed of the rest of the villagers, who seam to be ignorant to the current state of affairs. The violent ones refer to them as the Apathetics, since have managed to completely ignore the unfolding drama.

Some of the Apathetics took today as an opportunity to buy bread from the local bakery.

Dismay

A large number of people have been gathering at the town square. Rumors have been circulating that certain citizens are planning to leave the village. They believe there might be other places to settle beyond the hills. A meeting has been scheduled at the hall to discuss the issue.

bagel - ryan

i ate one of your bagels tyler, im sorry

Dear Carol,


Dinner was amazing. It all smelled so good and tasted so much like it smelled. When I walked into the room the aroma was like a thick fog I had to feel my way through. I'm truly sorry about bumping my hand into your face, but you know as well as I the air was that thick, you couldn't even see in front of yourself. I'm also sorry about your cat, I will replace it as soon as my leg heals. There's a litter of baby cats in the alley behind my house, they look similar to the one you used to have. I'm also sorry about knocking over your lamp and having it smash all over the ground, shattering into tiny little glass bits, which we had to blindly walk over to get to the table. I hope your feet are looking better, and also your head after you knocked it on that counter. Oops. Your face will always be beautiful to me. Very nice dessert too; apples and cheese. I've never heard of that before, is it european? Very different.

When you get out of the hospital you should stop by my apartment. I'm making some tuna salad and would love to feed you for once, I know your probably being spoiled by the nurses right now, but I can make a mean tuna salad and would enjoy your company.



Best re guards,


Ramona Field

haiku -ryan

sitting in my chair
I wait watching the world pass
procrastinating

Weekly Explosm Comic #5 - Ryan

hey there everyone, its time for explosm!

A Drive in a Car -- Brody the Writter

I'm about to exit the city limits as I pass the last set of lights. The warmth of their glow will quickly fade into the vast darkness that consumes all things existing beyond the cities reach. I can see a car with its flashers on about a kilometer ahead, too far to make out any details as to why. My ass is uncomfortable and sweaty yet I don't turn off the seat heater, I'm unable to link the two conditions together. As sweat pools around me, in a puddle of cruelty, I rapidly approach the flashing car. I can see that it's parked square in my lane.

I had just finished watching a horror film so my mind plays with the idea some wacko is going to stop me for help only to try and stab me for his sick kicks. The idea doesn't seem to faze me, it never does anymore. I think I would enjoy the drama of such a situation, a sudden kick to jolt a dull life.

As I intriguingly pull around the car, looking to see if the individual needs help, I notice a figure in front of his vehicle laying on the ground. It's not a person, but a large porcupine.

"Well that's no reason for me to stop"

I continue to drive through the dark void, more intrigued with my radio then with the situation of the dead ball of needles. I'm running off three hours sleep, and vexed in song, but it's not enough to distract me from my own suicidal porcupine that hurls itself in front of my car. Unfortunately for the collection of needles I easily avoid hitting it. I avoided killing it only to save damage to my worthless car, even though the second I saw the creature I knew it wanted to die.

I've lived in this area at least a decade and I've never seen a porcupine here. They also don't travel in herds during the melting months of spring like fucking deer. They were porcupine mates and they lived for each other. That porcupinacal mess that I avoided killing was throwing himself in front of my car after watching it's love die a kilometer up the road. What will become of it one can only speculate. Will it attempt to butt heads with a car again, hoping for a less graceful driver. Will it wander around without eating until it dies from starvation. Will it lay in a field somewhere and die from a broken heart. One can't be sure, but I have a feeling it has seen its end.

google this-ryan

I apologize for not posting anything of value...

in google type in "i just shit" and see what google predicts what you will say

Stories - tyler

Some interesting articles for y'all. The first is from 1996 on why sports stadiums make no economic sense to build. fyi...both the NY Yankees and Mets just finished brand new, billion-dollar-plus baseball stadiums, so its pretty relevant. Next we have another article on why B-Rock is so great, etc., etc... but actually it is something from a new angle, from a Pullitzer Prize winner in journalism. And finally, HELLLOOOOOOO MRS OBAMA!!! She so fine. Okay maybe not that fine, but her fashion sense is freaky-styley!


http://www.nytimes.com/ref/opinion/05opclassic.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/05/opinion/05dowd.html?em
http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2009/04/03/fashion/20090403-michelle-slideshow_index.html

Drunk 2 - tylor

Sorry, i had it all wrong. it is called subatomical interior fixation disorder. the condition is. the name might sound funny. but this disease is surely not funny. metamorphical metastasizing mass induced particales (not to be confused with particles) become imbedded in the lateral region of my foreskine (unrelated to the foreskin). This leads to weirdiization (from the German, "veird.") Something like that anyway. The disease sounds so cool i almost want to keep it.

Drunk - tyler

apologies to shan and ryan (and also to the towel closet) for thinking that I could sleep in their rooms -- sorry, I thought I was going to my room when I did that. I was drunk. woke up lying on top of my work clothes, with my jacket still on..what the hell. Only one part of the brain was working...the part right behind the aft frontal starboard lobe. They call this the dumbass regionsectionsmacker of the brain. The doctor said he will give me a septiliminal infraction (or something like that) tomorrow to fix it - whatever that is. wait...i don't know if he will "give it," or implant it (or extract it) or what. whatever it is, all will be better tomorrow.

no jokes or comics about this one, guys. its serious.

Guest Post - Timothy Michael Adams

First of all, I would like to thank the generous 'Four Writters' for the opportunity to participate in a guest post. Second of all, I am inebriated to the point of exhaustion and I can no longer further expel the energy to continue further expelling of mi nrergy, and the expoltiozn of my energile is the en of.d zz @..sd


Timothy Adams, PhD Applied Sciences, Advanced Intronomics, and Intrusive Catapults.

douche on the loose -- Brody the Writter

Copper head fag on the loose at local calgary hot dog stands.

It's official: cheap dead beat 32 year old eats hot dog alone as a corporate reject.

Housing prices - brody

Just read an interesting article written in 2006 about the history of housing prices. It talks about the myth of real estate being a good investment and the current state of the housing boom at the time of writing.

This Very, Very Old Hous

The snow is melting -- Brody The Advoccist

Ok, this shit happens every year and we just sit here and plead ignorance to the issue. The fucking sun is melting all the snow and its all going to be gone soon if we don't do something. You people make me sick, you just sit here reading whilst you should be out lobbing our governments to take stance and act. We need to stop the melting of the snow while we still have a chance.

Maybe we can somehow construct a giant blanket to surround the earth and block the suns rays. I don't know but we have to start thinking about how our lack of actions are going to impact the snow situation.

Life of Tyler: Episode 1 -- Brody the Dooddler

Inspiration

... - by Jon

X girls Y cups
Making Rules

LOL - by Jon

Read these from the Onion:
Article 1
Article 2

Ah Cheating - Tyler

So I just bribed a girl in my Econ class to do my assignment. I asked her to do the assignment, she said she wanted sexual favours or 20 bucks, so I said, ok here's 20 bucks. Sexual favours would be totally inappropriate, but if she really pushed me, I might have even done that, too. Moral of the story, university is only as hard as you make it.

New

TYHursDya 10;24p, -- Brody

"FOr some reason he has to hang on to the helicopter blades or something" tyler
"Maybe you should ask david blain to do it" - brodie
"Do you, know how fast a helicopter blade goes" brodie
"you just go shooting" ryan

silence

continues

......

"I was at school for seven hours today and I only got 500 words" brodie
"how many words do you need" shannon
"i dont know" brodie

"it's just like, like when you have to write those really dumb assignments you know" brodie
"I think brody is gay. are you gay brody?"

FUCK YOU ALL....

Weekly Explosm Comic #4 - Ryan

Im severely constrained by this essay which is due tomorrow but look at this dedication, I still have time to post one of my all time favorite comics!

(this one is a bit off)

Bread -- Brody the Writter

I used to really enjoy eating bread too. White Wonder bread to be more specific. I guess this was during the time when I was still a single digit age. It tasted good just to eat it as was, undressed straight from the bag. Still the enjoyment also came from playing with it; rolling it into a ball or making a tiny little imperfect cube. You could try as hard or long as you want, but the edges would always obstinately bend with the concave imprints of your fingers. When you bite into the cube-ish piece of bread it was still soft, but had the intention of something more solid. Fucking good and it left that impression of your teeth that was interesting to look at.
Now I really dread the bread, like the red head man said.... ugh nevermind that was fucking lame.

Now I really dislike bre


Now I fucking hate bread....

Now.... Now, It's not the same anymore. It's more of a chore to eat bread, or sandwiches, or things that are related to sandwiches in ways that make eating them a chore. Actually eating has become a chore, and drinking too. I'm not saying I'm anorexic, but I envy their courage to defy submitting to necessities. I think if I didn't eat for a long time I might appreciate it more, but I also fear I might die. If I didn't die and started eating again, I'm sure I would have to live the rest of my life constantly thinking about how easy everything was during the time of the not eating time (deal with it).

That kind of makes me think, maybe all the drudge of life is caused by relating our current situations to past experiences when things were better or easier. The people who take risks to experience new and different things eventually fall back into the norm. By taking those risks they've only created memories to further torment their current state of thought.

"Man, not eating was fucking rad, I saved $20 tuesday and I had like an extra two hours to draw circles on that peice of old printer paper. But fuck [subliminal gay message], now I know I have to eat and it's become that much more annoying." - Said by You

That's exactly what you would say to yourself, I know this because I didn't make that sentence up, I quoted your future self.

"I would quote you more often if you would more often say things worth quoting." - Me

That was me quoting myself. I'm aloud to do that because I said the sentence out loud before writing it. After you say something out loud you can no longer write it down in the narrative. You are forced to italicize it and enclose it with the double floaty line thingys. You also have to write your name at the end.

"I'm going to stop writing and go draw circles on a piece of paper." - Me

Interesting Essay - by Jon

Below is a link to a facinating short essay on the behavior of Psycopaths. Unfortunately, it's not entirely conclusive as some of it is kinda speculative.
There's a quiz you can take that'll let you know how close to Psycopath you really are.
It brought to mind a few people I know that fit the profile.
Link

Your Monday Delusion-by Jon

Get a kick out of this (here's the link)
Its about a religious cult in Baltimore
Quoted from the article:

…they denied a 16-month-old boy food and water because he did not say "Amen" at mealtimes. After he died, they prayed over his body for days, expecting a resurrection, then packed it into a suitcase with mothballs. They left it in a shed in Philadelphia, where it remained for a year before detectives found it last spring.

and:

Psychiatrists who evaluated Ramkissoon at the request of a judge concluded that she was not criminally insane. Her attorney, Steven Silverman, said the doctors found that her beliefs were indistinguishable from religious beliefs, in part because they were shared by those around her.

"She wasn't delusional, because she was following a religion," Silverman said, describing the findings of the doctors' psychiatric evaluation.

I like that last bit. All you delusional nut jobs out there can reclaim sanity if you profess religious affiliation or succeed in convincing someone that you truely aren't delusional.

P.S. PADP that includes you =)

Someones got the case of the Mundays!

Francis: I hate Mondays!

It's all about not making it -- Brody the Writter

"Being a writer is all about beards and haircuts" - Douglas

"Doug, I want more quotes from you" - Brody

"You can do the beer one" - him
"What beer one" me
"We can get a case of beer and drink at that creepy spot" - him
"You're just going to write in your blog and not figure out where to go" - Bobby
"Man, you totally misquoted me" - Bobby again (being an ass)

... Bobby gets aggravated

I decide to stop writing

nothing- ryan

As I am becoming adjusted to blogging, one thing continues to reappear which I would like to address. After looking at our followers, the people we follow, and the people who follow the ones we follow, I have noticed that people talk about nothing a lot. I use the word nothing loosely here because nothing could mean nothing, something, or even everything.. thats my point. Blogging gives you the chance to talk about nothing because it might mean something to you, as a sort of journal for the 21st century. I am intrigued by blog posts about road trips, looking at cats, or even strawberries because some one thought that it was important enough to write about. Possibly, these small "nothings" can have deeper meanings, which in return can provoke critical thought, change your attitude, or even your mentality. Ill spare you from delving into the philosophy of this, however ill leave you with this= life is pointless if you think of it as a process of birth-life-death... its depressing and somewhat boring. If that is the most broad, cynical definition of life, than whouldent that make the smallest, most insignificant things the most important??

Weekly Explosm Comic-- #2- Ryan

Are you as excited as i am about this weeks comic?? Awesome! without delay here it is!




http://www.explosm.net/comics/1542/

Barack about town

Thought this was a funny story:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/26/fashion/26washington.html

tyler, we need to talk about your flair== by ryan

STAN
Joanna? Would you come here for a moment, please?

JOANNA
I'm sorry. I was late. I was having lunch.

STAN
I need to talk about your flair.

JOANNA
Really? I have 15 buttons on. I, uh, (shows him)

STAN
Well, ok, 15 is minimum, ok?

JOANNA
Ok.

STAN
Now, it's up to you whether or not you want to just do the bare
minimum. Well, like Brian, for example, has 37 pieces of flair. And a
terrific smile.

JOANNA
Ok. Ok, you want me to wear more?

STAN
Look. Joanna.

JOANNA
Yeah.

STAN
People can get a cheeseburger anywhere, ok? They come to Chotchkie's
for the atmosphere and the attitude. That's what the flair's about.
It's about fun.

JOANNA
Ok. So, more then?

STAN
Look, we want you to express yourself, ok? If you think the bare
minimum is enough, then ok. But some people choose to wear more and we
encourage that, ok? You do want to express yourself, don't you?

JOANNA
Yeah. Yeah.

STAN
Great. Great. That's all I ask.

JOANNA
Ok.

My point Tyler is that your not putting on enough flair. post something of value.

bonus for who can name the movie that this is from first

Tyler is Back - by Tyler

This is a post. Don't kick me out.

Long tirade - by Jon

So I finished class today and made my way to the library. I figured I’d take the scenic, outdoor route because it’s so damn nice out for late March (sarcasm), and I happened upon a gathering in the center of campus positioned strategically along the main path with the attempt at drawing attention from passer-by’s. Actually, I would be shocked if anyone (aside for maybe a blind person) could have missed it, especially since there were huge orange signs communing ‘Warning: Genocide Pictures Ahead’.
Ok, so here is your opportunity to retrofit a plausible reason and/or point to such a display (World War 2 exhibit, racial acceptance, Jew awareness week, etc). I bet you didn’t guess abortion.

The Pro-life group has returned once again to the University with the mission of convincing people that abortion is wrong and equivalent to genocide. To aid in stressing their point they have assembled a collection of grotesque and rather disturbing poster-photography of aborted embryos, dead infants, and mass death pits/hangings/gas-chambered Jews during WW2. The proponents of the display loiter amongst the disturbing media handing out brochures and calling out to people as they pass. Interestingly, there is a metal fence (almost chest high) demarcating them from the public. I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of conflict emerges from such an emotionally charged issue. I love any sort of controversy, so naturally I get involved in the discussion.

“Do you support abortion?” A pro-life advocate asks.
“Yes,” I respond.
“Well, do you support genocide?”
Immediately I understand where this is going, but I play along, “No.” Who in their right mind would support (or at least publicly announce they support) genocide?
“Then how can you reconcile abortion? By aborting children you are discriminating based wholly on age.”

I felt smacked with stupid. I suppose this organization is unfamiliar with the ‘false analogy’. I tried hard (maybe a reader can point this out to me), but I was unable to see their point of view, at least from a rational perspective. In my view, I cannot honestly equate genocide with abortion (although babies are damn annoying…). It’s utterly absurd. There are a plethora of other methods the Pro-life advocates could have implemented to get their point across. Unfortunately, instead they settled on fear-mongering and the notion that abortion is somehow sinful or inhuman. It’s a popular cultural reflex to associate any action with the Nazi’s as the epitome of evil. I saw this as inaccurate, a cheap-shot.

Point aside, I found it incredibly interesting how some people vociferously argued their position. Unfortunately, with an issue like abortion, you cannot argue for truth. Abortion is a value judgment and has no absolute truth value to it. There is no evidence that one can present that would sway the argument one way or the other. There is no scientific test one can perform, or equation to plug numbers into where a definite right answer springs forth. I accept abortion because I have no reason not too. I hold no superstitious notions of anything resembling a soul (or an afterlife for that matter), so I (perhaps coldly) associate a 2-4 week old embryo as a conglomerate of cells with potential. The campus Pro-life group has religious underpinnings so it becomes quite obvious why they hold the position they do.

Wow this post is getting long. To wrap up (maybe there will be a part 2), my point is that the individuals position on abortion is a belief, a value judgment, and is entirely up to that person to reconcile with, much like religion. I am opposed to anyone trying to force their beliefs on anyone else (whether religion or whatever) solely for the purpose of belief. I follow the evidence and only support the positions that can be substantiated; anything else is, in my view, a waste of time.

Fuck Ya -- Brody the Writter

It's done. There's nothing left for me here at my current point of ordinate; therefore I am leaving for Seattle to pursue other ventures.

Whatever, I never really loved Mini Wheats -- Brody the Writter

Man fuck Mini Wheats. Strawberries are what its all about. I've always liked them, I mean everyone does. They are the pinnacle of things you can eat. I've just always told myself "hey what are you thinking, they're $6.00 for a little plastic container." or thought people would judge me: "Everybody look, that kid thinks he's worthy enough to be eating strawberries. Let's kick his ass". Maybe after I ate them I'd find out they belonged to some linebacker who was going to bust my ass.

At any rate, I'd said fuck it all last night and ate one, just one, but I know there well be more. I did it late at night hoping that all those mini wheats would be carelessly asleep in their box, their dreams lost in the milky way. It was amazing, I got that little strawberry all wet to make sure there was no chemicals on it, then I bit it clean to the green leafy part, whatever you call that. What an experience, fucking eh Strawberries!

Nature is your friend - by Jon

I've made amends with Mini Wheats -- Brody the Writter

I love mini wheats and they love me. It hasn't always been that way, sometimes when I attempt to eat them they'll pretend to be stale. Sometimes I think when they sit inside the box they rub up against each other, trying to scrape their sugar shells off. Doing this in the hopes I well be disgusted by their wheaty taste and refuse to eat the rest, a cunning tactic of sacrifice a few to save the others. Their plots have worked before and I've been forced to rekindle lost loves of frosted flakes or captain crunch, but today a flower blossomed somewhere in an open field.

Beside me rests a cold, white ceramic bowl. A spoon delicately bathing in a small disregarded puddle of milk; milk that's stained a hue of brown. It seems to whisper the words for me.... I love mini wheats and they love me.

failure - ryan

Our hopes to share thoughts, express ideas, and banter with stalkers from the future are being disrupted by one of our own. Yes i speak of the one who does not speak: Tyler. As one of the four writters, it was expected that he would writt, so in light of these facts i propose an ultimatum. Tyler, I know that your a hairy thug (supposedly), but to prove that you actually check the posts anymore you must comment on this post by exactly 2:38 tomorrow. If you fail to do this, then we will unleash a herd of wild zebras on you in the hopes that they don't initially kill you, but maul and rape your helpless body. I realize of course, that they wont want to rape you, however i have just received some potent pheromones from PADP's diesel monopoly friend, Omnicorperation. In one stroke, we have removed the weak from our cause, and supported the enemy of our enemy (we are now facebook friends).

-suck it PADP

addition to meteor thoughts -- ryan

LINKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Post-Apocalyptic Diesel Proprietor -- Brody

However creepy and disconcerting the sketches of our members were, as depicted in PADPs latest inquiry, they none the less gave me the biggest laugh I've had the pleasure to receive in my reachable memory. For that I thank you. Yet this raises the issue of who PADP really is. Ever since their arrival on our site, I've felt unable to express myself in the judging loom of this fictional character. Parading in with the alias of Joan the road warrior from the future, whose only connection to our time is through a series of 1s and 0s, illuminated as words on a screen, I can't help but surrender to the pain of curiosity.

Judging from the effort put into this character, the immediate conclusion I come to is that it's creation is caused by someone I know, Maybe even someone who can sit quietly watching me type these words, only to summon laughter deep within themselves at my struggles. Maybe this is why they are able to draw such striking? sketches of our members, because our faces are easily traceable in their memory.

Yet, whether its part of their wit wondering plot or not, they want to lead us down other paths. On these other paths we're supposed to believe this is all a game put on by a group of students in Virginia. Maybe a school project, or maybe a way to escape the metal bars of their classes, a sort of electronic trip into the thoughts of others. On this path I might assume PADP goes by the name of Rachel and aliased art student Dot is actually her companion from her Language class, who she wants to incorporate in her trips whether they be electronic or not. If they can't be home in Montana then these fictional lives well have to fill in for now.

Certainly I am wrong, yet for now I need to settle on some sort of conclusion to give me peace of mind. For the people who know me, as PADP soon will, they know I am tormented by the not knowing. So I well settle myself for now, but I know deep down it burns like a burning itch in my pants, I must one day uncover the truth.

Who is Post-Apocalyptic Diesel Proprietor?

Some things dont make sense... by ryan

Some things just do not make sense to me.

So picture this= i wake up today thinking fuck! i need to return this video camera ASAP before i get some late charges! Bam, im at the school in a giffy, and the nice (but stupid, ill get into this later) lady didnt give me any late charges. so i take this mini dvd cassette tape, and im like "ok what do i do now to get this". So i have to get a camera back from the nice (but stupid) lady, and she gives me a fire wire to fire wire chord, and im like "sweet! i can get my info!" then i realize that none of the computers have a firewire port... ok fuck. media lady and computer help lady have been trying to help me but haven't been more helpful than a bag of nails. I manage to get my hands on a firewire-USB cable with another videocamera but nothing is recognized. I run up to help desk (wtf i thought i was talking to library help desk>???) and they are closed. I go back to library and try finding help on the internet or software...fail.

point= hour lost, dumb people who should have other jobs, sad me for never getting my fucking data transfered.

some things dont make sense to me

Weekly Explosm comic - by Ryan

Hello everyone! Im going to keep this post short in fear of being psychoanalyzed by our feared nemesis, so here is a comic that I found funny!

http://www.explosm.net/comics/1558/

oh and here is a pretty funny vid:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRJBgIO--rE

How to save civilization -- Brody

One of peoples doomsday fears is a large comet with an earth bound path. In the movies thetry to blow it up before it hits earth, but I've never really heard any better suggestions; therefore as a gesture of kindness I offer you the solution to tackling any moderately sized comet.

I call it atmospheric buffering.

Once you've determined a comets path through our atmosphere all you need to do is buffer the atmosphere it well be traveling through (Maybe buffering is the wrong word, but I can't think of a better one at the moment cause my attention is focused on saving your life). By Buffering I mean fill the air with large particles designed to accelerate the disintegration of the Meteoroid. If you can quadruple the speed of disintegration you can cut the ferocity of impact by four (a lie, but some ratio exists).

I'm not sure if it's possible to accelerate the rate of disintegration to a life saving point, that's to be future determined.

I love The Onion - by Jon

Here's a video by The Onion discussing a fabulous new dinosaur find exhibitting sexual predator-like behavior.

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/paleontologists_discover_skeleton?utm_source=nav

All you creeps out there who are prone to stalking, masterbating in public, etc can now rest with ease. Your socially dysfunctional behavior is the fault of evolution. So stop beating yourself up, don't be ashamed, and keep on creeping - make your dinosaur cousins proud!

P.S. If the video feed fails again, Ryan you have permission to un-fuck it.

Duracell Commercial -- Lindsay The Sistter

Consider this: Firefighters use water to fight fires, and at the bottom of the ocean there are little things called Dura Cells that make water. When a firefighter is using a big yellow hose to save lives they only trust Dura Cells, because it just has to work.

Jesus found in 2008 - by Jon

Check out this YouTube video displaying all the Jesus sightings from 2008.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvjGIkl2yDY

I could swear 90% of those were Chuck Norris.
The 'Cheesus' was by far the highlight.

explosm comic issue #1 -by ryan

OK, so apparently we are under attack by a gas hording freak called PTSD or something.. and im not really sure why some chick from the future would choose us but whatever, at least we have a new follower!

Anyways, to get your minds off of the ax wielding baron of Mung Mung dessert, here is one of my favorite explosm comics.


http://www.explosm.net/comics/1273/


-jon dont worry your favorite will show up soon

Pre-Present Day Reflection -- Brody the Writter

It's tough...


Today is Wednesday...?

I don't think I slept last night or else my dream was very lucid and consisted of me counting cars driving by Tylers house, while his couch reluctantly attempted to support me in its sick willed fashion.

Yesterday was Tuesday?...

The night was successful like the ways i attepmt to spell/cast certain words. It's fun to spell things wrong (to make me feel human), but it didn't get me laid last night. It also didn't get me laid this morning in her bathtub (SMASH!).

No seriously it didn't...

Today is Wednesday I'm sure of it...

I'm collectively trying to purchase a music recorder so I can make sounds more permanent. I have possesion of everything but a power cable, and my thingy likes power cables, nay it craves them. If it could talk to me it would probably request I plug it into the wall, but it can't talk to me until I actually do that.


In a closing thanks I would like to say to people who probably well never read this: Thank you.
Thank you to everybody who let me sit near them. Ryan*2, Sara, Tish, Alex?. Sara snorts when she laughs and I love it.
Thank you Demaira? for buying me and my friends shooters, it was I think the nicest thing anyones every done for me and for that reason I well jump in front of you if somebody is shooting bullets in your direction or making stabbing motions whilst walking towards you. I'm forever in debt.
Thank you to the pretty girls who refuse to talk to me, for I have saved a small fortune in avoidance of being benefactor to your entertainment.

Also, because this post might not leave much room for responses, I would like to know if anyone has any requests for songs I should record? Not saying I'll let anyone hear it, for sake of my dignity.

Ryan and Brody ditched-by jon

Fuckin' Guys,
Here, emancipated, and taking in the delapitation of tyler's home (i'm sooooo drunk because i am forced to drink by myself), i've come to the conclusion that the actions of Brody and Ryan have made the Four Writters divisible by 2. Ya that's right, when you divide 4 by 2 you get 2....2, lonely 2....

About Ryan's Thoughts

I kind of agree with Ryan. I think it is pretty ridiculous how much some people have and others don't, but I don't think that money buys happiness. Rich people still deal with stress overwork and unhappiness. We have too much of a good thing with all of our wealth. If wealth was more evenly distributed and people worked less in general, everyone would be better off. All you need is love. And a little money.

Ryan's thoughts

People don't appreciate what they have. Every day I thank... well i don't thank God, but I thank science and chance for not only making me human, a creature able to comprehend its own existence, but put in the top percentile in terms of wealth. 20% of the population having 80% of the wealth... does that seem fair? well who cares about that.. because of this we have lots of extra time to sit about and write in blogs all day.. But WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO? complain... complain complain complain... ah this traffic is terrible! omg that person didnt wash their hands(haha)! our political system is terribly corrupt! I have 1 answer to all of those: Its not Africa, stop fucking complaining. It seems that no matter what situation we are in we complain that we don't have enough...

thoughts, comments, additions?

Study Study

tooooo huuung ooover to study. Tyler

The Drum and Monkey -- Brody

The musics too loud and I'm not in high school.

Bro you are a genius

I only wish I was born in one of those months. Now I know that I am inferior.

Mathew Effect ver 2 - by Jon

The Matthew Effect -- Brody the Writter

Ok, so if Jon thinks he's the only one that can post random facts to beat off too, then I got a fucking surprise for him, and the rest of your ugly faces. It's time to put a giant rubber band on your heads to keep your brain from exploding and messing up your computers. Tuck a napkin in your shirt to catch the drool you disgusting slops and get your hands out of your pants and on your keyboard to be ready to respond you sick minded fucks.

Ok so I was laying in bed last night daydreaming about naked girls, and then I started looking at pictures of naked girls, after which I realized I don't have time for that bullshit so I started reading Malcolm Gladwells book called "Outliers". Chapter one was interesting, but if your curious go read it yourfuckingself.

Chapter two was yet way more interesting as it pertained to something called the Matthew Effect. There is a very interesting pattern in professional sports, academia, and other things I can't think to list. It occurs when our society tries to separate kids into higher and lower ability groups from a young age. The pattern was first noticed in sports when some dudes wife started looking at birthdays of kids in a Junior A hockey championship game. What she noticed was the highest majority of players were born in the months of January, February, and March. It wasn't just a small majority, it was a 5:1 ratio I think.

Let me show this with an example and hopefully it works to prove my point. Looking at the starting line on the calgary flames we can examine their birthdays:

Todd Bertuzzi #7 ===== 02 Feb '75
Jarome Iginla #12 ===== 01 Jul '77
Mike Cammalleri #13 ===== 08 Jun '82
Rene Bourque #17 ===== 10 Dec '81
Daymond Langkow #22 ===== 27 Sep '76
Curtis Glencross #20 ===== 28 Dec '82
Craig Conroy #24 ===== 04 Sep '71
David Moss #25 ===== 28 Dec '81


Ok I'm going to stop now cause I can see what is happening here. The dude who came up with the matthew effect was smoking crack. His argument was that if cutoffs for making the top class peewee super awsome hockey league were on January 1st, as they are in Canada, then the closer your birthday was to the cutoff date the higher your odds of making the team. If you make the top team as a kid you receive more practice time, better coaching and play with tougher players, therefore becoming a better hockey player down the road, not because you deserved it, but because you were falsely classified as a better player when you were a wee little squirt. This is because at a young age, the extra months of maturity you would have over kids born later in the year would give you a slight edge, and therefore coaches were more likely select you for special teams.

My theory is different. According to the starting line of the Calgary Flames and assuming it applies to all hockey teams and major sports and everything else, is this:

-- If you are born in the months of September or December, like 50% of the high profile players on my list, then you are 100% more likely to be 50% more awesome then everyone else. Looking even deeper into the theory you would discover that I am born in September and the other Brodie is born In Decemeber, therefore we can make a jump in the theory to come to our final conclusion, and its official:

---- If your name starts with "Brod" and ends with either "y" or "ie", then you are 100% more likely to be 50% more awesome then everyone else.

FACT.

Also not to make people born in the early months feel more horrible, but Shannon pointed out another astonishing fact:

-- There is a 73% chance of dying in the months of January, February, and March.

Tyler had to pay!

oh yeah and Tyler had to pay! (sing tyler had to pay to the scotty doesent know song)

morning wood

This post isnt actually about that, i just wanted to get your attention.. no this post is going to be pretty boring as i am just waking up with some nestea and some veggiemite and peanut butter toast. Im about to study for a little quiz which i should have been studying for last night (thanks brody). however once thats done its halo time at 5:00 at wills. come one come all! (all six of you)

Darn It II

Ok so the ordeal is over. Tyler - emailed - a - girl - -!!! (Celebratory balloons fall from thin air and Tyler jumps up and down triumphantly and joyfully etc.)

Darn it

Figgity Fuck. Tyler can't concentrate!! How to talk to a girl??? Something I will never learn.

In other news

Right now, I am procrastinating. You see, I have a midterm tomorrow, but did not buy the textbook for the course. So I am in a bit of trouble. bu bu buh...

Interesting

I thought this was interesting:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/10/science/10quant.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=quant&st=cse

I have a headache -- Brody

It's 2:01 PM and I have a headache. Please give me money and food.

Funny Obama Comic -by Jon

Go to this link and read the comic. It ties in with yesterdays post.

http://www.holytaco.com/how-religious-right-sees-stem-cell-research

Caterpillars - Queens of the Ants - by Jon

I just heard the craziest thing: caterpillars can talk ant language, or at the very least make strange ‘clicking’ sounds that ants recognize as their own. As a result of this, the caterpillar can sneak its way into the hive and crawl about. The cool part, astonishingly (as if the ‘talking ant’ wasn’t cool enough), is that it can convince the worker ants that it is their queen by mimicking queen ant sounds. In other words, if it wants food, it gets food…and protection…and whores…or tells two ants to fight to the death for its entertainment.

I am not sure what type of caterpillar, or types of caterpillars are able to pull this off, but my respect for caterpillars just quadrupled.

Ants are morons.

Alabama Born Loud Mouth Re-Signed -- Brody the Writter

Buffalo Bills signed Terrell Owens. He now gets another opportunity to catch the football.

Pareidolia - by Jon

It appears there is some confusion with respect to one of my esteemed posts yesterday. Given that we only have 5 or 6 readers (that includes the four writers….we love you Brodie_B!), I’m sure you know which post I am referring to.

That’s right, the dog ass! To put it cogently, I am making reference to the psychological term pareidolia – when a vague or fuzzy stimulus (like a picture or cloud or what have you) is perceived as clear and distinct. You may recall such cultural examples as ‘The Virgin Mary in the grilled cheese sandwich’ (which sold on e-bay to a casino in Vegas for 10’s of G’s), or ‘Elvis on a floor tile’, ‘Homer Simpson on the Moon’ (or maybe it was Mars). Of course there is the popular ‘Face-on-Mars’. Google that, it will surely convince you aliens exist.

The vague humanoid-like figure on the dog’s ass is simply a parody of the aforementioned. Or maybe it really is a sign. Of course, if that were the case it provides plenty of brain food – out of all places god could have given the sign…

Stem Cells - by Jon

Here is a little political/science news for anyone interested. I normally stay completely away from politics, but since this one involves science (and the fact that life is generally good), it becomes worth mentioning.

Today Obama has reversed the nation wide ban on stem cell research formerly introduced by George W. Bush. This allows scientists to study the amazing 'adaptibility' of stem cells for use in medicine in the attempt to cure societies worst ailments (cancer, spinal damage, etc).

What interests me the most is the possibility that stem cells can be implemented to potentially reverse or prevent aging. They are the fountain of youth. Think of all the blog posting one could accomplish....

An interesting aside to this news item is the controversey drummed up by anti-stem cell / Pro-life proponents - that by researching stem cells we are killing people, farming babies for slaughter, and/or damning potential souls. Whatever the claim may be, it's complete nonsense. All the stem cells used in research are gathered from extra fertilized embryos stored for in vitro fertilization purposes. They would be thrown out anyway.....why not use them for constructive purposes. I always find it interesting that they leave this major point out.

Of course, when you deal with ideology, facts are used only if they support ones position, otherwise they are simply ignored.

Anyway, thats my rant for the day.
Enjoy

Jon the writter

Can you find Jesus?

Tyler - i am a writer

i don't like other people judging my writing.

homework

Tyler needs a way to get his homework done without any procrastination...any suggestions?

3rd post- ryan the writter

Stay seated folks, cause this ones going to be a doozie. Brody did set the bar pretty high but I think I can attain his high standards. My name is Ryan.

The Second Post -- Brody the Writter

I believe, since the first post was not properly written, that there is now a lot of pressure on this post to be good, therefore I'm just going to skip it and let someone else write the third post, since I believe the pressure from this post well be transferred to the next one. Good luck not screwing it up.

The First Post! -- Brody the Writter

I believe there is too much pressure placed on the first post to be megatronically interesting, therefore I'm just going to skip it and move on to the second post.