Tuesday, September 09, 2003
No, Google, I rate the importance of YOUR page at 2/10!
It's interesting, isn't it, that Google's PageRank system puts the Google homepage at 10/10?
And www.un.org and www.whitehouse.gov come in at 9?
Www.thehungersite.com gets a 6, just behind www.livejournal.com with a 7.
Draw your own conclusions.
It's interesting, isn't it, that Google's PageRank system puts the Google homepage at 10/10?
And www.un.org and www.whitehouse.gov come in at 9?
Www.thehungersite.com gets a 6, just behind www.livejournal.com with a 7.
Draw your own conclusions.
Monday, August 25, 2003
Well, as you can see, I've already become lax with my posting. Hey, at least I'm consistent, right?
I have new glasses, new... whatever else I was getting... Uh, hold on. What was I getting? A watch and my schedule. I got both of those. I'm still on the lookout for shoes, although I haven't gotten to the mall for them yet, so I haven't really been looking out at all. But other than that, I'm totally prepared.
And as for Invisible Man, well, that's just a bit of a lost cause. Besides, I don't have English until second trimester, so what's the rush? Bua ha ha ha ha ha ha! I don't know, an evil laugh just seemed fitting there.
I'm still trying to switch my schedule around... or rather... I'm trying again. It's a real pain for my counselor, I'm sure, but she still hasn't e-mailed back. She hasn't said yes or no, she just hasn't even gotten to the e-mail yet, I guess. And school starts in under forty-eight hours.
That's scary.
I have new glasses, new... whatever else I was getting... Uh, hold on. What was I getting? A watch and my schedule. I got both of those. I'm still on the lookout for shoes, although I haven't gotten to the mall for them yet, so I haven't really been looking out at all. But other than that, I'm totally prepared.
And as for Invisible Man, well, that's just a bit of a lost cause. Besides, I don't have English until second trimester, so what's the rush? Bua ha ha ha ha ha ha! I don't know, an evil laugh just seemed fitting there.
I'm still trying to switch my schedule around... or rather... I'm trying again. It's a real pain for my counselor, I'm sure, but she still hasn't e-mailed back. She hasn't said yes or no, she just hasn't even gotten to the e-mail yet, I guess. And school starts in under forty-eight hours.
That's scary.
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
You know, from the amount I mention Matt as compared to anyone else, you'd think I don't have any other friends... or that I am friends with him... or that I particularly like him. Go figure!
Anyway, Matt mentioned this video game, Polybius, that he'd read about in a magazine. Now, supposedly, this video game was created by the CIA or one of those other mysterious government outfits that involves people wearing dark suits and doing mysterious government things. The game allegedly (until further notice, everything in this post is alleged) had mind-control abilities. Some of those who played it reported being sad when they began, but not being able to be sad afterwards.
Some claimed that the game caused amnesia, and others woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Men dressed in all black also came and examined the machines for data, but never took out the money.
Now, the game had a relatively small release when it came out in 1981 - it was in only a dozen arcades, all in the Portland, Oregon area. Rumors had died down somewhat until a ROM (version of the game adapted so as to be playable on a computer) surfaced. However, the ROM always froze at the title page, a fairly plain-looking black background with the word 'Polybius' written on it.
More information is available here and here.
Thanks a lot, Matt. I'd almost forgotten about it, but it was saved on a search button because he was looking it up last night, so I started into it, and now I can't stop.
And we're done alleging things.
Anyway, Matt mentioned this video game, Polybius, that he'd read about in a magazine. Now, supposedly, this video game was created by the CIA or one of those other mysterious government outfits that involves people wearing dark suits and doing mysterious government things. The game allegedly (until further notice, everything in this post is alleged) had mind-control abilities. Some of those who played it reported being sad when they began, but not being able to be sad afterwards.
Some claimed that the game caused amnesia, and others woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Men dressed in all black also came and examined the machines for data, but never took out the money.
Now, the game had a relatively small release when it came out in 1981 - it was in only a dozen arcades, all in the Portland, Oregon area. Rumors had died down somewhat until a ROM (version of the game adapted so as to be playable on a computer) surfaced. However, the ROM always froze at the title page, a fairly plain-looking black background with the word 'Polybius' written on it.
More information is available here and here.
Thanks a lot, Matt. I'd almost forgotten about it, but it was saved on a search button because he was looking it up last night, so I started into it, and now I can't stop.
And we're done alleging things.
16 is an interesting age. It's a wonderful thing, really. No matter what our behavioral history may be, our paths merge yet again. Whether you be a delinquent, a druggie, a hippie, a yuppie, a preppie, a jock, a nerd, a dork, a geek, a loser, a spaz, a Goth, or the smelly kid, you become the same. Whether you're the most popular kid on the block or the kid down the street who only has imaginary friends, it makes no difference. From a mansion to a penthouse to the suburbs to an apartment to an old refrigerator box that smells a bit like cheese, you all unite in a way you never thought possible.
Whether you've spent your teenage years futilely rebelling against your parents or meekly taking any and all commands handed down from them, you'll ALL do the same thing: make up any excuse to drive. You wouldn't think of it before, you won't think of it much longer, but for this brief period, you will do any errands your parents want. They could ask you to pick up your brother from soccer practice in another state, and you'd be behind the wheel before they told you which one. You'll go to the store to get your parents milk, then purposefully get the wrong kind just so you can drive back to fix it.
Don't worry, we've all done it. I mean, come on. It's a car!
Whether you've spent your teenage years futilely rebelling against your parents or meekly taking any and all commands handed down from them, you'll ALL do the same thing: make up any excuse to drive. You wouldn't think of it before, you won't think of it much longer, but for this brief period, you will do any errands your parents want. They could ask you to pick up your brother from soccer practice in another state, and you'd be behind the wheel before they told you which one. You'll go to the store to get your parents milk, then purposefully get the wrong kind just so you can drive back to fix it.
Don't worry, we've all done it. I mean, come on. It's a car!
Who needs Matt when you've got this?
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
Well, I do what I can.
Hahaha, can, get it? Man, I kill me.
When ad banners make sense, they don't bother me. You know, shoot the apple off someone's head or something. But they always try to get creative. I've seen hit the jogger, shock the monkey, and - seriously - squeezing J-Lo. One banner even involves winning a lava lamp by hitting what seems to be an animated circulatory system. No, I don't get it either.
I'd have to say what bothers me even more is that you don't actually have to click on the target to go to the site. Click anywhere on the banner, and you're treated as though you had been entirely victorious. One is left with the same empty feeling that one gets from those "trivia" questions:
Who was the first president of the United States of America?
A) George Washington
B) George Jefferson
C) George Jetson
D) George Clooney
George Clooney, as we all know, is the current president of the United States of Hotsville.
What? It's an elected office.
Hahaha, can, get it? Man, I kill me.
When ad banners make sense, they don't bother me. You know, shoot the apple off someone's head or something. But they always try to get creative. I've seen hit the jogger, shock the monkey, and - seriously - squeezing J-Lo. One banner even involves winning a lava lamp by hitting what seems to be an animated circulatory system. No, I don't get it either.
I'd have to say what bothers me even more is that you don't actually have to click on the target to go to the site. Click anywhere on the banner, and you're treated as though you had been entirely victorious. One is left with the same empty feeling that one gets from those "trivia" questions:
Who was the first president of the United States of America?
A) George Washington
B) George Jefferson
C) George Jetson
D) George Clooney
George Clooney, as we all know, is the current president of the United States of Hotsville.
What? It's an elected office.
Monday, August 11, 2003
Let's just all read H.G. Wells' Invisible Man. At least he's actually invisible.
Or you could always go here. You know, and be a cheater.
Or you could always go here. You know, and be a cheater.
School starts in... two weeks? Two and a half. I need to read Invisible Man and get school supplies, glasses, shoes, a watch, and my SCHEDULE! Come on, South, we all know you've got our schedules done, just ship them out already, why don't you? Please? I'll be your friend...
I think the problem with the blogs I've been a part of thus far is that I reserved posting for actually significant news. With a livejournal or something, you feel at liberty to simply post anything you want, any time you want. But a blog just always seemed so much classier than that. Or maybe that's just me.
It's a good thing, I suppose, that I never posted much on Crescat Sententia (nee Baude's Blog), seeing as that actually is reserved for significant posts, which I never had many of. And on Broken Syringe... that could have worked, but people just have more important things to do. Except for Matt. He never did. Aw, poor Matt.
Haha, poor Matt.
It's a good thing, I suppose, that I never posted much on Crescat Sententia (nee Baude's Blog), seeing as that actually is reserved for significant posts, which I never had many of. And on Broken Syringe... that could have worked, but people just have more important things to do. Except for Matt. He never did. Aw, poor Matt.
Haha, poor Matt.
Friday, August 08, 2003
I was never much of a powerhouse of posting at my brother's blog, and I basically gave up on Broken Syringe because it had degraded into a war entailing nothing but my friend and me editing the templates and inserting the word 'penis' where it clearly did not belong.
Something tells me this won't work particularly well either, but I'll take what I can get.
Which, these days, what with inflation and all, isn't what it used to be.
Something tells me this won't work particularly well either, but I'll take what I can get.
Which, these days, what with inflation and all, isn't what it used to be.
