So... here we are again with the three infamous questions.
1) What have you completed recently? What have I accomplished lately? What have I accomplished?? I liberated Eden Prime from the grip of the Geth forces, blew up an ancient beacon that was probably billions of years old and would have likely helped in my journey of stopping the Reapers from destroying all living species throughout the universe (once again). Anyway, I exposed the traitor Saren Arterius and in doing so, proved my capability of becoming the fist Human Spectre, and was given the Normandy as my official ship. So, overall, I've been pretty damned good.
2)What have you learned recently? As of late, I have learned that the former Spectre Saren Arterius of the Turian race was a traitor, my former Captain, David Anderson, and that I, as the first Human Spectre, representing the entire human race for the Citadel Council, must track down and apprehend or eliminate the rogue Spectre Saren.
3)What are you planning on doing next? Good question. Next, I plan on getting leads on that rat-Turian-bastard and bringing him to his justice. Step one of three in this mission is to locate Dr. Ann Bryson, I believe, and find out what she knows about the location or direction of Saren.
(link in case you didn't understand anything that I was talking about.)
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Weekly Update No. III
Why hello again. Here to hear my rabbles once again of the week? Good, because that's why I got on my computer to do this.
Question Number 1: What tasks have you completed recently? It's funny, actually; this question is the reason this blog is being done a day late, and haven't I a story to tell. I cannot quite recall all the way back to the beginning of the week, but I suppose that is really just because I do not really want to. Though, that does not exempt my ability to answer this question. I had been looking forward to Friday (11.2.12) since last Friday. We had been hoping to have a band practice last weekend, I believe, but were unable to bring it to happening. Needless to say, we re-planned for yesterday. Though a guitarist was unable to join us for our first official practice, we still carried out, just the three of us (THE guitarist, the drummer, and myself). After we got to my house, my friend Anthony (the guitarist) started messing with stuff to make a lava-lamp (how dedicated) and my friend Ashley (the drummer) and myself continued on to the garage to set up the drums. This is where the endeavors of the night really began. I removed the bass drum from the spot we had it at and Ashley said she wanted to dust the drums down to keep them clean, given they had been sitting for a while and a thin layer of dust was beginning to gather on them. As we were doing that, she noticed that the bass drum didn't sound quite right, and she said we should take a few of the pillows out of it, so I went to get the key to take the face of it off. After we got it loosened and taken off, this is what we found. . .
I hope we aren't the only ones to get a kick out of that. Anyway, we had our fun with it, discovered it had a hole in the back side (which Ashley preceded to make very suggestive. . . implications with. Then we stuffed it back in the drum, put the face back on, re-tuned it and finished setting them up. After everything was set up and everyone was in the garage, we put on some music and just tried to get a beat to something, until we were called in for dinner. All I will say about that is for such a tiny person, Ashley can eat a lot.
Proceeding onwards into the night, the distortion pedal I was using went out, so I collected some money from me mutter and we ventured out into the night to Walgreens to get a replacement 9V battery. After I paid for it, I lost the two numb-nuts I call my band somewhere in the store, so I had to go find them. Once I did find them, I had to chase them around the store a few times before I got them to leave with me. But it was fun. This, dear reader, is where the fun really began. Before I go on, let me explain the layout of my truck; It's a three-door, five-seater, essentially; one door on the driver's side, two doors on the passenger's side, where the back door has to be opened after the front. there are three seats in the front; the drivers', the right-hand passenger, and a middle seat passenger, (which is usually referred to as the "bitch seat," excuse the language,) and the two seats in the rear. Now to the details of our little misadventure; on the way to the Walgreens, Ashley sat up front in the middle seat, and Anthony sat in the front passenger with me driving. Now, on our way from Walgreens, Ashley jumped in the back, after not hearing us say about four or five times, "I thought you were going to sit up front?" A short discussion ensued afterwards winding up in her laying down in the back seat and the thought implanted in my mind of break-checks. (/me evil snicker.) To make a long story short, I wound up driving around the block a few times, and into the Lows parkinglot break-checking about and running over the speed-bumps, and making sharp turns, tossing my drummer about the back seat, leaving her very clearly disoriented by the time I had decided to return home. (^.^)<---smiley face. Ah, what else is there to say about my night. . .
Let's see. . . there was a three-man mosh pit between us to the song Bounce, by System of a Down, and we all danced about the garage like idiots, and ran around the neighborhood, spinning in circles with our heads back. All-in-all, it was a fun night. When we actually got back to the instruments, we actually made a bit of progress, starting up the beginning to a song so that we've got something to play. In the conclusion of all of this, when we were taking Ashley home, I asked my mother if she could hear us through the walls and her response was "I was waiting for the neighbors to come knocking." When I asked her if we sounded any good, her response was, essentially, "No comment." That was when I turned to the guys and said "So guys. . . we sound like shit." But that essentially concludes that story, so I'm going to move on to the next question to try to get this done.
Question Number 2: What have you learned recently? I learned that my walls are not as thick as I hoped they'd be, I should expect complaints during one of our practices, and books have a whole lot of meanings behind them I am sure weren't an original intention of the author, though as debatable as some can be, I wouldn't doubt if the controversy of some statements was intended, but meanings behind other things, I am not as sure.
Question Number 3: What are you planning on doing next? Well, like the last time I answered this question, it all really depends on the context. With the band, I'm just hoping we can have practices more often or meetings in the least, and it looks like we'll be changing our name. With school, I'm still just hoping I'll pass all of my classes this semester, and be able to graduate on time. Otherwise I don't really know how to answer this question.
Question Number 1: What tasks have you completed recently? It's funny, actually; this question is the reason this blog is being done a day late, and haven't I a story to tell. I cannot quite recall all the way back to the beginning of the week, but I suppose that is really just because I do not really want to. Though, that does not exempt my ability to answer this question. I had been looking forward to Friday (11.2.12) since last Friday. We had been hoping to have a band practice last weekend, I believe, but were unable to bring it to happening. Needless to say, we re-planned for yesterday. Though a guitarist was unable to join us for our first official practice, we still carried out, just the three of us (THE guitarist, the drummer, and myself). After we got to my house, my friend Anthony (the guitarist) started messing with stuff to make a lava-lamp (how dedicated) and my friend Ashley (the drummer) and myself continued on to the garage to set up the drums. This is where the endeavors of the night really began. I removed the bass drum from the spot we had it at and Ashley said she wanted to dust the drums down to keep them clean, given they had been sitting for a while and a thin layer of dust was beginning to gather on them. As we were doing that, she noticed that the bass drum didn't sound quite right, and she said we should take a few of the pillows out of it, so I went to get the key to take the face of it off. After we got it loosened and taken off, this is what we found. . .
I hope we aren't the only ones to get a kick out of that. Anyway, we had our fun with it, discovered it had a hole in the back side (which Ashley preceded to make very suggestive. . . implications with. Then we stuffed it back in the drum, put the face back on, re-tuned it and finished setting them up. After everything was set up and everyone was in the garage, we put on some music and just tried to get a beat to something, until we were called in for dinner. All I will say about that is for such a tiny person, Ashley can eat a lot.
Proceeding onwards into the night, the distortion pedal I was using went out, so I collected some money from me mutter and we ventured out into the night to Walgreens to get a replacement 9V battery. After I paid for it, I lost the two numb-nuts I call my band somewhere in the store, so I had to go find them. Once I did find them, I had to chase them around the store a few times before I got them to leave with me. But it was fun. This, dear reader, is where the fun really began. Before I go on, let me explain the layout of my truck; It's a three-door, five-seater, essentially; one door on the driver's side, two doors on the passenger's side, where the back door has to be opened after the front. there are three seats in the front; the drivers', the right-hand passenger, and a middle seat passenger, (which is usually referred to as the "bitch seat," excuse the language,) and the two seats in the rear. Now to the details of our little misadventure; on the way to the Walgreens, Ashley sat up front in the middle seat, and Anthony sat in the front passenger with me driving. Now, on our way from Walgreens, Ashley jumped in the back, after not hearing us say about four or five times, "I thought you were going to sit up front?" A short discussion ensued afterwards winding up in her laying down in the back seat and the thought implanted in my mind of break-checks. (/me evil snicker.) To make a long story short, I wound up driving around the block a few times, and into the Lows parkinglot break-checking about and running over the speed-bumps, and making sharp turns, tossing my drummer about the back seat, leaving her very clearly disoriented by the time I had decided to return home. (^.^)<---smiley face. Ah, what else is there to say about my night. . .
Let's see. . . there was a three-man mosh pit between us to the song Bounce, by System of a Down, and we all danced about the garage like idiots, and ran around the neighborhood, spinning in circles with our heads back. All-in-all, it was a fun night. When we actually got back to the instruments, we actually made a bit of progress, starting up the beginning to a song so that we've got something to play. In the conclusion of all of this, when we were taking Ashley home, I asked my mother if she could hear us through the walls and her response was "I was waiting for the neighbors to come knocking." When I asked her if we sounded any good, her response was, essentially, "No comment." That was when I turned to the guys and said "So guys. . . we sound like shit." But that essentially concludes that story, so I'm going to move on to the next question to try to get this done.
Question Number 2: What have you learned recently? I learned that my walls are not as thick as I hoped they'd be, I should expect complaints during one of our practices, and books have a whole lot of meanings behind them I am sure weren't an original intention of the author, though as debatable as some can be, I wouldn't doubt if the controversy of some statements was intended, but meanings behind other things, I am not as sure.
Question Number 3: What are you planning on doing next? Well, like the last time I answered this question, it all really depends on the context. With the band, I'm just hoping we can have practices more often or meetings in the least, and it looks like we'll be changing our name. With school, I'm still just hoping I'll pass all of my classes this semester, and be able to graduate on time. Otherwise I don't really know how to answer this question.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
System Update. . . Done; Muscular.
In this blog I am supposed to. . . "explain the anatomy of skeletal muscle, focusing upon form and function." Awesome. Only problem is. . . I do not really know how to do that. Sure, we have been working on the skeletal system for however long already, but to me, that prompt is simply asking me to say what the skeletal muscle does. Well, gee, I dunno, maybe moves the skeleton? That's about where it end for me, I really do not know how else to explain it. We are delving into the microscopic part of it finally, but that really does not do one so much good when their teacher refers to something one should have learned in biology eighty (80) times, and one does not know how one even passed their biology class after being suspended for a whole week (a story for another time), and probably DURING the time that one would have been receiving all of the information about the microscopic whatnots about cells and living things. Needless to say, I am probably not one prepared for this class as one should be and I do not know how to respond for this blog. my apologize for any disappointment (ha!).
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Weekly update No. II
This week I get to answer the primordial weekly questionable update questions... again...
Question No. 1: What tasks have you accomplished recently? Tasks? Completed? ha! Don't get me started. Next question.
Question No. 2: What have you learned recently? Damn, this one I can actually answer. . . Well, why don't I just start off with the worst and work my way up, that's usually fun. . . To break the ice, I think I fell in love with someone (how fun that usually is), and I think that's all I'm going to say on the subject. If you hadn't read it already, it's in my last blog (in other words, a story for a different place and a different time [link]). I've learned what was wrong with my drawing tablet; turns out I just had to reinstall the driver, thank goodness. I learned I was going to be busy as all hell this weekend (which is why I got this blog done today instead of on Friday, like it was supposed to have been done), and I've learned that I'll be making band/tour shirts/merch. for my own band, a band called A Blood Stained Trail, and a band called I.A.A.I. That's not exactly the highlight of my week, but I can't recall anything else at the moment, so I'm just going to leave it at that.
Question No. 3: What are you planning on doing next? Well, that all really depends on what you're referring to. In the case of my anatomy class, I'll probably be taking it again next semester (lucky me). In the case of my band and the shirts and whatever, I plan on learning to do silk screening and selling some merch for mah band to earn some freaking cash, man. Oyea, and I think we may be holding our first official practice this coming weekend; I really want to get this band up and going, hopefully by summer next year. Which posed the question in my mother's head, "well how the hell are you going to do this all while you're going to collage?" Well. . . that's not exactly how she expressed it, but you get the jist of it. Anywhoo, I don't really want to get started on that topic (mostly because I don't want anyone to go blabbing to my mother that I'm gonna say this, but) I honestly don't want to have to go to collage anymore. I hate the fact that in order to get a good job doing anything, you either have to have a 2-trillion dollar idea **facebook, macintosh, microsoft cough cough**, have to be an Albert Einstein, or have to have a damned collage education, and I absolutely hate that that is what the world is forcing people to have to conform to in order to get a good, well-paying job. It pisses me off. I'm going to go ahead and stop myself there before I turn this into more of a rant. Next question.
Never-mind, there are no more questions. Hope you enjoyed it, check out my DA account, and support yer local artists!
Question No. 1: What tasks have you accomplished recently? Tasks? Completed? ha! Don't get me started. Next question.
Question No. 2: What have you learned recently? Damn, this one I can actually answer. . . Well, why don't I just start off with the worst and work my way up, that's usually fun. . . To break the ice, I think I fell in love with someone (how fun that usually is), and I think that's all I'm going to say on the subject. If you hadn't read it already, it's in my last blog (in other words, a story for a different place and a different time [link]). I've learned what was wrong with my drawing tablet; turns out I just had to reinstall the driver, thank goodness. I learned I was going to be busy as all hell this weekend (which is why I got this blog done today instead of on Friday, like it was supposed to have been done), and I've learned that I'll be making band/tour shirts/merch. for my own band, a band called A Blood Stained Trail, and a band called I.A.A.I. That's not exactly the highlight of my week, but I can't recall anything else at the moment, so I'm just going to leave it at that.
Question No. 3: What are you planning on doing next? Well, that all really depends on what you're referring to. In the case of my anatomy class, I'll probably be taking it again next semester (lucky me). In the case of my band and the shirts and whatever, I plan on learning to do silk screening and selling some merch for mah band to earn some freaking cash, man. Oyea, and I think we may be holding our first official practice this coming weekend; I really want to get this band up and going, hopefully by summer next year. Which posed the question in my mother's head, "well how the hell are you going to do this all while you're going to collage?" Well. . . that's not exactly how she expressed it, but you get the jist of it. Anywhoo, I don't really want to get started on that topic (mostly because I don't want anyone to go blabbing to my mother that I'm gonna say this, but) I honestly don't want to have to go to collage anymore. I hate the fact that in order to get a good job doing anything, you either have to have a 2-trillion dollar idea **facebook, macintosh, microsoft cough cough**, have to be an Albert Einstein, or have to have a damned collage education, and I absolutely hate that that is what the world is forcing people to have to conform to in order to get a good, well-paying job. It pisses me off. I'm going to go ahead and stop myself there before I turn this into more of a rant. Next question.
Never-mind, there are no more questions. Hope you enjoyed it, check out my DA account, and support yer local artists!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Update. . . Done. Now go away.
Why hello again. I was hoping you wouldn't stop by anytime soon. Why? Well that is simple, dearest; because I knew you were going to ask how I was liking the book and, much to your disappointment, I have not been reading it very often. Now, now, don't be offended. As Hoobastank says: "I'm not a perfect person." But that excuse only works so many times. But getting back to the book, I honestly don't think It's doing much for me. It's just telling me how people murdered people back in the good 'ole days when you could poison your mother-in-law and make it look like she calmly passed in her sleep, and not like a conniving son/daughter-in-law had slipped something into her drink. Altogether, I'm fairly bored with the book already, though it looked promising in the start (as all things do).
Though I'm glad the people the book talks about did what they did because if they hadn't, there probably wouldn't be quite so many regulations in criminology or whatever it may qualify as, and my murderer could easily slip into my window in the wee hours of the night whilst peacefully in my bed I lay, and he could slip some potent drug through my lips, or under my skin and watch as it's potency corrupts and curdles my blood; then, slipping out seamlessly the way they came in, they could simply pay off the commissioner to declare my death some sort of natural incident or something.
Though I'm glad the people the book talks about did what they did because if they hadn't, there probably wouldn't be quite so many regulations in criminology or whatever it may qualify as, and my murderer could easily slip into my window in the wee hours of the night whilst peacefully in my bed I lay, and he could slip some potent drug through my lips, or under my skin and watch as it's potency corrupts and curdles my blood; then, slipping out seamlessly the way they came in, they could simply pay off the commissioner to declare my death some sort of natural incident or something.
Weekly Update No. 1
This blog was due Friday, but I haven't been able to get to it until today, and I wouldn't doubt if it doesn't get graded, alas, I shall complete it anyway. We are now required to answer three questions every Friday. Simple enough.
1) What tasks have you completed recently? I haven't made any really big achievements; in fact, I've really probably been slacking off compared to what I want to do/ should be doing for class(es), and for my own personal things. I haven't been able to touch a drawing I started for about 3 weeks, or so, I can't figure out why my sewing machine is going whack, and I haven't been reading the book I need to read for Anatomy (because I was reading Crime and Punishment which is way more interesting) and have been trying to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do about band issues. In short, I've been slacking off.
2) What have you learned recently? I'm not sure how close the answer to this question has to be to school related things, so I'm going to try not to delve into the depths of my mind. But I have learned that Fyodor Dostoevsky is a very intriguing writer, and that I must be doing something wrong on my Deviant Art profile submissions because I hardly get over 15 views per submission, if that. (In case you were interested...) All-in-all, I haven't really learned anything. At least, nothing I can think of.
3) What are you planning on doing next? This question kind of confused me and made me laugh at first. But just to remain on topic of school and some of what I've already talked about, I'm planning on NOT having to take anatomy again and finishing the picture I've started. Otherwise, there's really not much else I can say.
1) What tasks have you completed recently? I haven't made any really big achievements; in fact, I've really probably been slacking off compared to what I want to do/ should be doing for class(es), and for my own personal things. I haven't been able to touch a drawing I started for about 3 weeks, or so, I can't figure out why my sewing machine is going whack, and I haven't been reading the book I need to read for Anatomy (because I was reading Crime and Punishment which is way more interesting) and have been trying to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do about band issues. In short, I've been slacking off.
2) What have you learned recently? I'm not sure how close the answer to this question has to be to school related things, so I'm going to try not to delve into the depths of my mind. But I have learned that Fyodor Dostoevsky is a very intriguing writer, and that I must be doing something wrong on my Deviant Art profile submissions because I hardly get over 15 views per submission, if that. (In case you were interested...) All-in-all, I haven't really learned anything. At least, nothing I can think of.
3) What are you planning on doing next? This question kind of confused me and made me laugh at first. But just to remain on topic of school and some of what I've already talked about, I'm planning on NOT having to take anatomy again and finishing the picture I've started. Otherwise, there's really not much else I can say.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Egil's Bones
A few weeks ago when we started the bone chapter, I realized taking anatomy was probably the worst decision of my life, right next to taking honors chemistry. I also received a packet (amongst the many others) that was about a viking man's bones; Egil's bones to be specific (in case you hadn't guessed from the title...) Anyway, This man's bones were overgrown and, through studies of his writings, it's possible to say that it is very likely he had something called "Paget's Disease." It's this disease where the bones overgrow and aren't able to break themselves down fast enough with the osteoclasts. With this disease, the victims of these diseases are usually disfigured.
For a quick overview of the story, Egil was described as a man that had a very large forehead, a large jaw, and a very wide nose. Once he was buried, Iceland converted to Christianity (like everyone else in the dark ages), and his children, if I'm remembering correctly, had a Christian church built on the land they inherited and they had Egil's remains dug up and moved into the church's graveyard. So many years later, one of his other descendants built another church however many feet away from the other church and had his bones dug up yet again, and buried in THAT graveyard. Some time after that, another one of his descendant's curious spouses dug up his bones because they had heard the stories of how Egil was a burly man and his bones could take a lot of punishment, and he wanted to know exactly how much. Sooooo... he dug up the bones... again (I think I'm starting to see a pattern here). By this point in time, when I retold this story to my band and my mom, my mom made the comment that "I bet he was rolling around in his grave." I agree.
Anyway, back to the story. The last guy to dig up poor 'ole Egil's bones decided he wanted to exactly how thick these bones really were, so he took the blunt side of an axe and hit the skull with it as hard as he could.
Now, common sense would dictate that 150 year old bones, no matter thick, would probably collapse in on impact. Instead, the axe simply left a white mark where it had hit. After that, they were buried again, and they've been left alone for the last thousand or so years. I'm not sure how old the article I read was, but they said they were thinking of digging them back up again for the first time in a long while (remember those thousand years I mentioned?).
I thought this was a pretty interesting story altogether, because I don't know much about the Northern-European/Viking history. And though I think it'd be neat to be able to withstand man slaughtering-blows to the skull and all, in chronic victims of Paget's disease, they suffer vision loss, and uncontrollable dizzy spells. Here is a link to what I actually read, for anyone who hasn't read it. Here is a link with more about Paget's disease, for anyone interested. In case anyone doesn't want to take the time to read those, here's a picture of someone that had this disease.
For a quick overview of the story, Egil was described as a man that had a very large forehead, a large jaw, and a very wide nose. Once he was buried, Iceland converted to Christianity (like everyone else in the dark ages), and his children, if I'm remembering correctly, had a Christian church built on the land they inherited and they had Egil's remains dug up and moved into the church's graveyard. So many years later, one of his other descendants built another church however many feet away from the other church and had his bones dug up yet again, and buried in THAT graveyard. Some time after that, another one of his descendant's curious spouses dug up his bones because they had heard the stories of how Egil was a burly man and his bones could take a lot of punishment, and he wanted to know exactly how much. Sooooo... he dug up the bones... again (I think I'm starting to see a pattern here). By this point in time, when I retold this story to my band and my mom, my mom made the comment that "I bet he was rolling around in his grave." I agree.
Anyway, back to the story. The last guy to dig up poor 'ole Egil's bones decided he wanted to exactly how thick these bones really were, so he took the blunt side of an axe and hit the skull with it as hard as he could.
Now, common sense would dictate that 150 year old bones, no matter thick, would probably collapse in on impact. Instead, the axe simply left a white mark where it had hit. After that, they were buried again, and they've been left alone for the last thousand or so years. I'm not sure how old the article I read was, but they said they were thinking of digging them back up again for the first time in a long while (remember those thousand years I mentioned?).
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