...why people get annoyed at me that I don't try in University and still get good marks (70's). They all work their asses off, freak out about deadlines... work... meanwhile, I don't do any of my readings, and I write my essays just before they're due, while spending the night with friends or watching movies or doing something stupid. And they always get annoyed/jealous at me. Why?
It's not my fault I'm a genius.
-Mark
Footnote: I'm being lighthearted. If you don't get it, then you're stupid!
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Does any politics work?
I'm just wondering, because it seems no matter where I look, every single political group sucks. I support a fringe group in Canada (loosely) called the Green party, who's main focus is environmentalism. They're on the rise, but still haven't won a seat in parliment (I think at any level) yet. Anyway, that's a bit off topic.
I see the current government and see that it blows. A huge majority of Liberal at the provincal level here, and they've F****d Ontario over royally with some really dumbass decisions, while raising the defecit from 2 billion to 6 billion. Bravo, fuckers. And now they can't blame the conservatives.
That's the problem. Most majority governments are idiots and don't think about the better good of the people that elected them.
Here's my pitch for minority governments: While it's unstable, in order for anything to get done they have to WORK TOGETHER and get a balance of opinions. Course, when they are the opposition the thought of working with each other seems similiar to killing a baby or an orphan performing surgery, so we don't expect miracles. But what the hell is so wrong with different opinions working out a compromise?
Bah, this is why I'm barely political.
-Mark
I see the current government and see that it blows. A huge majority of Liberal at the provincal level here, and they've F****d Ontario over royally with some really dumbass decisions, while raising the defecit from 2 billion to 6 billion. Bravo, fuckers. And now they can't blame the conservatives.
That's the problem. Most majority governments are idiots and don't think about the better good of the people that elected them.
Here's my pitch for minority governments: While it's unstable, in order for anything to get done they have to WORK TOGETHER and get a balance of opinions. Course, when they are the opposition the thought of working with each other seems similiar to killing a baby or an orphan performing surgery, so we don't expect miracles. But what the hell is so wrong with different opinions working out a compromise?
Bah, this is why I'm barely political.
-Mark
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
0 + "Fat" + Any Product = Instant Healthy Food
Okay, I'm back, and I've got a new trick, Magical Mark is slick, ten times as slick as the last time you read him.
Anywho, the genius of weebls-stuff.com aside, I'm here to yell the crap out of something new: Labels on food.
Now while you may think I'm just talking out my ass (which I frequently do), this time I actually have knowledge of the subject at hand. While stuffing my face with Tostitos nachos, I noticed on the label it said "0 trans-fat", boasting it as if it was some sort of newfangled formula of health awareness they were trying to whore to self-health-conscious consumers.
Here's a newsflash: I don't eat Tostitos because I'm trying to be healthy, I eat them cause they taste good, and damn the side-effects. If someone was serious about eating healthy, they wouldn't even walk down the chip isle, since there's nothing healthy there... ever. And the fact that I buy Tostitos all the time and this is the first time I've ever noticed the label really points out the fact that I'm not actively looking for 0 trans-fat foods.
Moving away from that, I'd just like to point out that Nachos WOULDN'T have Trans-fat, since trans-fat only comes from ANIMALS (Humans included). Vegetables cannot have trans-fat, so obviously there wouldn't be any in Nachos. It's just some plug-ass marketing tool heartless corporations are taking advantage of during this "health craze" (although it's a sham, but that's another rant), where if people see the word "fat" and "0" beside it, they'll instantly assume it's good. How many people even KNEW what trans-fat was before I said it was only in animals? That's what I thought.
It just pisses me off when corporations throw any old label that makes them appear health conscious when in reality they're just twisting the words around. It's like saying that a carrot is good for you because it doesn't have mad-cow disease. Well no shit!
-Mark
Anywho, the genius of weebls-stuff.com aside, I'm here to yell the crap out of something new: Labels on food.
Now while you may think I'm just talking out my ass (which I frequently do), this time I actually have knowledge of the subject at hand. While stuffing my face with Tostitos nachos, I noticed on the label it said "0 trans-fat", boasting it as if it was some sort of newfangled formula of health awareness they were trying to whore to self-health-conscious consumers.
Here's a newsflash: I don't eat Tostitos because I'm trying to be healthy, I eat them cause they taste good, and damn the side-effects. If someone was serious about eating healthy, they wouldn't even walk down the chip isle, since there's nothing healthy there... ever. And the fact that I buy Tostitos all the time and this is the first time I've ever noticed the label really points out the fact that I'm not actively looking for 0 trans-fat foods.
Moving away from that, I'd just like to point out that Nachos WOULDN'T have Trans-fat, since trans-fat only comes from ANIMALS (Humans included). Vegetables cannot have trans-fat, so obviously there wouldn't be any in Nachos. It's just some plug-ass marketing tool heartless corporations are taking advantage of during this "health craze" (although it's a sham, but that's another rant), where if people see the word "fat" and "0" beside it, they'll instantly assume it's good. How many people even KNEW what trans-fat was before I said it was only in animals? That's what I thought.
It just pisses me off when corporations throw any old label that makes them appear health conscious when in reality they're just twisting the words around. It's like saying that a carrot is good for you because it doesn't have mad-cow disease. Well no shit!
-Mark
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Doin's Transpiring, Theatre-Style
Okay, I don't know where I'm going with this, but what the hell, I'll just stat ranting. We've established in earlier blogs that anyone born post 1988 is a moron, but now I've come to have a comical experience while back visiting friends in my old town. A group of us were discussing where to go after we'd just come out of a movie theatre (after watching Constantine). Now this is where my post-88-moronic theory is confirmed. A bunch of punk 15 year olds (at best) were walking down the sidewalk of the plaza, towards us, being jackasses like usual. Naturally, since my friends and I don't care, we ignored them.
However, when they got closer to where we were standing, this stupid jerkoff kid (there was about 8.. 4 girls, 4 guys) starts hopping around one of my friends with his fists bared - as if he was going to fight us (totally unprovoked). Now before I get into what happened after this, let me tell you that he was about 5'4, 100 pounds, while my friend is 6'2, 190. I'm 6'0, 145, and the second smallest of my friends (except the girls with me, who were all smaller.). However, both myself and my other friend (who is 6'2, 160ish) have formal Karate training, and are middle-ranked belts. Anyways...
...So this stupid kid was, presumedly, trying to impress his girly-friends by attempting to fight us. While he's hopping around like a jackass, totally open for any strike I could make, his friends are saying "Jeff, Jeff, don't. . .". Which I can only assume they were trying to get him away from us, since well.. if he fought us, he was f*cked. Regardless, I just stared at this kid. He backed off, and we walked away (hooray for non-confrontation - it wasn't that I wouldn't own this punkass, I just didn't want to beat the shit out of him in a public place). So it appeared like it was disaster averted.
Not so much. My friends and I piled in my Jeep, and we were just leaving the parking lot, when we passed by them again. This time, some other jackass moron kid (not the same "Jeff"), stops dead on the end of the sidewalk and just stares at us as we drive. I dunno what his complex was, but it really looked like he was challenging me. . . while I was in a 2 ton truck. Now I don't care who you're trying to impress, but if you're 5'5 and 15, you do NOT stand in the way of a moving, two ton truck. You will not win that fight. Ever. I thought about steering at him to see how much balls he really had, but thought better of it (since I don't wanna get blood on my truck's hood). Being the bigger man (despite really wanting to take these idiots to school), I drove off and that was the end of it.
First, who the hell tries to pick a fight with someone twice your size, who is clearly not intimidated by your stupid "bounce" stance, and then stares you down while you're in a two ton truck? Honestly, how stupid can this generation be?
This is why I have no faith in the generation beneath me. It's clear that my generation is the one that will have to change the world, cause those idiots will get themselves killed by standing in front of traffic while trying to "impress" some girl friend. Jesus, I wonder if those idiots realize we did them a favour by walking away.
I hate idiots. I shoulda just kicked their ass.
-Mark
However, when they got closer to where we were standing, this stupid jerkoff kid (there was about 8.. 4 girls, 4 guys) starts hopping around one of my friends with his fists bared - as if he was going to fight us (totally unprovoked). Now before I get into what happened after this, let me tell you that he was about 5'4, 100 pounds, while my friend is 6'2, 190. I'm 6'0, 145, and the second smallest of my friends (except the girls with me, who were all smaller.). However, both myself and my other friend (who is 6'2, 160ish) have formal Karate training, and are middle-ranked belts. Anyways...
...So this stupid kid was, presumedly, trying to impress his girly-friends by attempting to fight us. While he's hopping around like a jackass, totally open for any strike I could make, his friends are saying "Jeff, Jeff, don't. . .". Which I can only assume they were trying to get him away from us, since well.. if he fought us, he was f*cked. Regardless, I just stared at this kid. He backed off, and we walked away (hooray for non-confrontation - it wasn't that I wouldn't own this punkass, I just didn't want to beat the shit out of him in a public place). So it appeared like it was disaster averted.
Not so much. My friends and I piled in my Jeep, and we were just leaving the parking lot, when we passed by them again. This time, some other jackass moron kid (not the same "Jeff"), stops dead on the end of the sidewalk and just stares at us as we drive. I dunno what his complex was, but it really looked like he was challenging me. . . while I was in a 2 ton truck. Now I don't care who you're trying to impress, but if you're 5'5 and 15, you do NOT stand in the way of a moving, two ton truck. You will not win that fight. Ever. I thought about steering at him to see how much balls he really had, but thought better of it (since I don't wanna get blood on my truck's hood). Being the bigger man (despite really wanting to take these idiots to school), I drove off and that was the end of it.
First, who the hell tries to pick a fight with someone twice your size, who is clearly not intimidated by your stupid "bounce" stance, and then stares you down while you're in a two ton truck? Honestly, how stupid can this generation be?
This is why I have no faith in the generation beneath me. It's clear that my generation is the one that will have to change the world, cause those idiots will get themselves killed by standing in front of traffic while trying to "impress" some girl friend. Jesus, I wonder if those idiots realize we did them a favour by walking away.
I hate idiots. I shoulda just kicked their ass.
-Mark
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Love/Hate Relationship with Computers
Every internet-sauvy (not annoying jackasses that use "leet") person that has had their computer forever, and update the hell out of it instead of just buying a new one because they love their computer, also, by nature, hates their computer. I am one of these people.
After 3 days of my internet repeatedly killing the connection for no reason, I finally caved and ran a VirusScan, which picked up some Trojan Dropper (since deleted). That explained why I'd lost 6 gigs unexplainedly, but not why my internet kept dropping, especially since I was on a router with 5 other people who were connected fine.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my compy with all my heart (my one true love), but you even get mad at loved ones from time to time. And when I'm angry at "Sexlexia" (the name of my computer on the local area network), I get aggressive. And yesterday was the epitome of that. When it froze, which it does from time to time due to overheating, I cursed and restarted (hard boot) it. Well while loading up ME (yeah, yeah, shut up), it froze once again. This is when the "hate" part of the relationship reached it's peak. After sending a hard karate-punch (I know karate, making my computer a good punching bag sometimes) to the sideboard of the case, my computer rocked on it's axis, sputtering, but didn't unfreeze. I was called out of the room, which I left, but halfway down the hallway I turned around, and came back to deck my computer once more - I was that pissed off that I actually couldn't let go a petty 2X freeze on my computer that I came back to "finish the fight off". Sad, huh?
But anyways, Sexlexia got the message and ran well until. . . that night. After still dropping my connection (making conversations annoyingly hard to have), I seemed to clean it up, apologizing to it by cleaning the dust out of the inside and telling it how much I loved it.
And it repaid me by freezing. . . again. Once again, after all I had done for it, I lost my temper and took a swing at the front of the case. And finally, some results! After cracking the case's front (not in any crucial area) Sexlexia has got the point and started to work again. It dropped my internet connection a few times, but a restart seems to have solved that. I've been meaning to actually format the computer (for the last 2 years), but I'm back to loving it again. And I bought it a new graphics card a few months ago, which has gone over nicely (I'm not a gamer, but a video-editor) with it. Now I will spend the next few days apologizing and cleaning the dust away from my child before it, much like a two year old, requires some discipline.
Yes, I have issues. But I've never hit a person (not out of anger - but in sparring matches I have), so Sexlexia doubles as my anger management device. And the poor keyboard! This little guy takes a beating, as I have routinely pouded my fist on it when Sexlexia gives me trouble. And my mousey gets tossed around occasionally, but it's ALWAYS Sexlexia that is the instigator. The only thing that has escaped by wrath is the monitor, which has never been problematic. Plus I'm pretty sure I'd get electrocuted if I punched through the screen. My speakers have only been a second-hand punishment, hit by flying mousey or headphones of malice.
But computers are like people - or at least Sexlexia is. How can something that gives you so much pleasure create so much pain? And don't get me started about Printer (or "My Kryptonite"). Every single one I've ever had has had a hate-hate-"why the fuck don't you just fucking print you fucking piece of fucking shit" relationship. Reminds me of an office space quote: "Why does it say there is a paper jam when there is no paper jam?"
Sorry. Just had to rant. I love Sexlexia, while also hating it. And I'm sure I'm not the only person that has this kind of relationship with their computer. Do share (if anyone ever reads this).
-Mark
After 3 days of my internet repeatedly killing the connection for no reason, I finally caved and ran a VirusScan, which picked up some Trojan Dropper (since deleted). That explained why I'd lost 6 gigs unexplainedly, but not why my internet kept dropping, especially since I was on a router with 5 other people who were connected fine.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my compy with all my heart (my one true love), but you even get mad at loved ones from time to time. And when I'm angry at "Sexlexia" (the name of my computer on the local area network), I get aggressive. And yesterday was the epitome of that. When it froze, which it does from time to time due to overheating, I cursed and restarted (hard boot) it. Well while loading up ME (yeah, yeah, shut up), it froze once again. This is when the "hate" part of the relationship reached it's peak. After sending a hard karate-punch (I know karate, making my computer a good punching bag sometimes) to the sideboard of the case, my computer rocked on it's axis, sputtering, but didn't unfreeze. I was called out of the room, which I left, but halfway down the hallway I turned around, and came back to deck my computer once more - I was that pissed off that I actually couldn't let go a petty 2X freeze on my computer that I came back to "finish the fight off". Sad, huh?
But anyways, Sexlexia got the message and ran well until. . . that night. After still dropping my connection (making conversations annoyingly hard to have), I seemed to clean it up, apologizing to it by cleaning the dust out of the inside and telling it how much I loved it.
And it repaid me by freezing. . . again. Once again, after all I had done for it, I lost my temper and took a swing at the front of the case. And finally, some results! After cracking the case's front (not in any crucial area) Sexlexia has got the point and started to work again. It dropped my internet connection a few times, but a restart seems to have solved that. I've been meaning to actually format the computer (for the last 2 years), but I'm back to loving it again. And I bought it a new graphics card a few months ago, which has gone over nicely (I'm not a gamer, but a video-editor) with it. Now I will spend the next few days apologizing and cleaning the dust away from my child before it, much like a two year old, requires some discipline.
Yes, I have issues. But I've never hit a person (not out of anger - but in sparring matches I have), so Sexlexia doubles as my anger management device. And the poor keyboard! This little guy takes a beating, as I have routinely pouded my fist on it when Sexlexia gives me trouble. And my mousey gets tossed around occasionally, but it's ALWAYS Sexlexia that is the instigator. The only thing that has escaped by wrath is the monitor, which has never been problematic. Plus I'm pretty sure I'd get electrocuted if I punched through the screen. My speakers have only been a second-hand punishment, hit by flying mousey or headphones of malice.
But computers are like people - or at least Sexlexia is. How can something that gives you so much pleasure create so much pain? And don't get me started about Printer (or "My Kryptonite"). Every single one I've ever had has had a hate-hate-"why the fuck don't you just fucking print you fucking piece of fucking shit" relationship. Reminds me of an office space quote: "Why does it say there is a paper jam when there is no paper jam?"
Sorry. Just had to rant. I love Sexlexia, while also hating it. And I'm sure I'm not the only person that has this kind of relationship with their computer. Do share (if anyone ever reads this).
-Mark
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