Well, again not much has happened in my ever awe-inspiring life. Well, except for one thing. My brother introduced me to the game Robot Unicorn Attack.
For those of you who do not know, Robot Unicorn Attack is a game that was originally for the iPhone, but you can now play it online. Simple Google Search it and it should pop up quickly. The game involves a similar scheme to the oldie Helicopter. You play as a robot unicorn and you merely need two keys to play the full game.
Before you dismiss it because of the name, let me tell you one last thing. It is fairly addictive and quickly becomes a large timewaster. And the song rocks.
Oh, and my high single score is 16980. Beat that!
-AFR
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Thumbtacks and the Resulting Annoyance
I have this thumbtack. It is white. It almost stabbed me in the elbow today, but that is an entirely different story. For about a half an hour now, I have been trying to flatten the edge on this thumbtack and it has availed not. This particular thumbtack has a metal wrapping which is still very loose, despite my attempts to conform it to my desired shape. It has served to be a very annoying thorn in my side and will most likely prove to be more troublesome in the future.
In other news, November seems to be quite the month for astrology. Normally, I think of horoscopes as just a bunch of buzz words intended to be applicable to a large number of people. This month is different. So far, nearly all of my horoscopes seem to apply to me, even though my way of interpreting them could be a tad different. Regardless, they have all offered at least some insight into my life and the current problems I face.
Well, enough about me and my petty troubles. I would like to hear from you, the readers. Is there a specific topic you want me to talk about? Are my blogs entertaining and interesting? Or am I just another blog in the exceeding large sea of internet writers? Any input would be greatly appreciated.
-AFR
In other news, November seems to be quite the month for astrology. Normally, I think of horoscopes as just a bunch of buzz words intended to be applicable to a large number of people. This month is different. So far, nearly all of my horoscopes seem to apply to me, even though my way of interpreting them could be a tad different. Regardless, they have all offered at least some insight into my life and the current problems I face.
Well, enough about me and my petty troubles. I would like to hear from you, the readers. Is there a specific topic you want me to talk about? Are my blogs entertaining and interesting? Or am I just another blog in the exceeding large sea of internet writers? Any input would be greatly appreciated.
-AFR
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Relaxation Weekend
So this weekend I took a breather and relaxed. My school work is mostly done, and I have very little studying left to do until finals. My conclusion: a trip was necessary. And boy did it help a lot.
Oftentimes I feel I do not have the time to do much outside of school because of the massive amount of work I have to do for it. But I think it is necessary to take a break every once in a while to relax the body. It gives the mind and the body a time to rest and creates a peace of mind for oneself. I do not really have much more to say about this, as the point I am trying to get across should be fairly self-explanatory. Just take that time to relax yourself.
And drink tea.
-AFR
Oftentimes I feel I do not have the time to do much outside of school because of the massive amount of work I have to do for it. But I think it is necessary to take a break every once in a while to relax the body. It gives the mind and the body a time to rest and creates a peace of mind for oneself. I do not really have much more to say about this, as the point I am trying to get across should be fairly self-explanatory. Just take that time to relax yourself.
And drink tea.
-AFR
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Irrelevant Post
Today I am going to discuss what the world will be like in 1842. In 1842, humans will have invented a way to communicate with animals, specifically those of the large bovine variety. These discussions with bovines will be aired throughout the world, being the single most popular video in all the newspapers. Newspapers with small televisions in them are impossible some might say. But in the year 1842, every newspaper comes equipped with that. Writing becomes almost a thing of the past, because as everyone knows, if you add two trouts to a mango, you get the square root of a kumquat.
Additionally, the year 1842 will involve a large number of invasions of neighbouring planets, the most important one being the army's attack on the planet Xelion, in the system Holeo. The acquisition of this planet leads to the necessary pacifist treaty signed with the newly-formed denizens of Mars, keeping us from destroying them entirely in our attempts to fire a interspacial laser through their planet towards Selea, one of Xelion's thousand moons.
On Earth, the Communist Republic of Yugorussiamany (a country that occurred when Yugoslavia decided to annex both Russia and Germany), nearly gets overthrown by a violent coup, where the Emperor of All Time almost getting assassinated by an over-zealous, suicide kiwi from Australia. Nearby, in the Soviet Republic of Canada, the world's scientists have gathered to seek refuge from a huge number of coconut-laden swallows, intent on destroying the new energy generator that runs on children's farts. This in turn causes the Bird War I, in which the laden swallows end up getting overpowered with Canadian geese armed with tissue paper in the shape of forks.
Mutations in the human genome in 1842 are fairly common and cause a high number of superhuman humans with dorky powers. The most significance of these new SuperDorks is Toaster Man, whose amazing ability allows him to turn the mucus of any human being into multiple pieces of toast. These new crime fighters take on a huge number of criminals, who have resorted to using lasers of highly concentrated Lady Gaga music to fend off the multiple SuperDorks coming their way. This fight wages in many abandoned cities, with the citizens of these beautiful cities leaving because of the all-to-horrible stench that is emitted from these wars between the two parties.
And how do I know all this? Because I am a time-travelling space monkey.
Additionally, the year 1842 will involve a large number of invasions of neighbouring planets, the most important one being the army's attack on the planet Xelion, in the system Holeo. The acquisition of this planet leads to the necessary pacifist treaty signed with the newly-formed denizens of Mars, keeping us from destroying them entirely in our attempts to fire a interspacial laser through their planet towards Selea, one of Xelion's thousand moons.
On Earth, the Communist Republic of Yugorussiamany (a country that occurred when Yugoslavia decided to annex both Russia and Germany), nearly gets overthrown by a violent coup, where the Emperor of All Time almost getting assassinated by an over-zealous, suicide kiwi from Australia. Nearby, in the Soviet Republic of Canada, the world's scientists have gathered to seek refuge from a huge number of coconut-laden swallows, intent on destroying the new energy generator that runs on children's farts. This in turn causes the Bird War I, in which the laden swallows end up getting overpowered with Canadian geese armed with tissue paper in the shape of forks.
Mutations in the human genome in 1842 are fairly common and cause a high number of superhuman humans with dorky powers. The most significance of these new SuperDorks is Toaster Man, whose amazing ability allows him to turn the mucus of any human being into multiple pieces of toast. These new crime fighters take on a huge number of criminals, who have resorted to using lasers of highly concentrated Lady Gaga music to fend off the multiple SuperDorks coming their way. This fight wages in many abandoned cities, with the citizens of these beautiful cities leaving because of the all-to-horrible stench that is emitted from these wars between the two parties.
And how do I know all this? Because I am a time-travelling space monkey.
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Sweatshirt Fascination
I need a hoodie. Why? Well, with all my enlightened knowledge, I still failed to actually bring one with me when I went to university. And hoodies are nice. They cover your head when it rains, make a great tool to block throwing stars with, and can be used as a bartering tool in a cinch. Needless to say, I absolutely have to have one.
While I discussed this forlorn fact with a friend, a thought popped into my mind. Why do girls feel the need to request their boyfriend to hand over their sweatshirt for the women's use. What is this fascination with all things hooded and warm? Is it because they are cold? I do not think so. I think it is a conspiracy. Let me tell you why.
There is an aphid species that can essentially poop out clones of itself. Why? To breed quickly and efficiently to fill the world with a high number of females. Are women trying to do this to? Is their motive to weaken males to allow females to slowly take over the world? It is possible, and actually highly probable. By weakening the males, their mind control devices will have an easier access to the male brain, thus enabling them to take over the male population and make it easier to eliminate any unnecessary males. Well I have news for you girls. It will not work. You would reduce your genetic variation within the species until it would become nearly nonexistent and all humans would be incredibly similar.
And I think the narrator sums that fact up quite well: "Having sex with your own clone is the most useless sex imaginable."
And if you understood my logic for this, you are either a superhuman, or just as crazy as I am.
-AFR
While I discussed this forlorn fact with a friend, a thought popped into my mind. Why do girls feel the need to request their boyfriend to hand over their sweatshirt for the women's use. What is this fascination with all things hooded and warm? Is it because they are cold? I do not think so. I think it is a conspiracy. Let me tell you why.
There is an aphid species that can essentially poop out clones of itself. Why? To breed quickly and efficiently to fill the world with a high number of females. Are women trying to do this to? Is their motive to weaken males to allow females to slowly take over the world? It is possible, and actually highly probable. By weakening the males, their mind control devices will have an easier access to the male brain, thus enabling them to take over the male population and make it easier to eliminate any unnecessary males. Well I have news for you girls. It will not work. You would reduce your genetic variation within the species until it would become nearly nonexistent and all humans would be incredibly similar.
And I think the narrator sums that fact up quite well: "Having sex with your own clone is the most useless sex imaginable."
And if you understood my logic for this, you are either a superhuman, or just as crazy as I am.
-AFR
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