Acute : I declare myself a puzzle master. I was shown a puzzle, a puzzle that many seem to find hard. It took me only a few tries to figure out how to do it.

The game is called Petals Around the Rose. The name is very important. The way it is played is simple. Roll five six sided dice. There is a single solution for each roll. I can tell you that solution. The answer is always even.

The name is VERY important.
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Excellent : It's a sad day when you realize that Bill and Ted isn't nearly as funny as you remembered it being. I watched it with my parents, and it wasn't nearly as amusing as memories of it led me to believe. I'm sure it was funnier than Matrix Revolutions (the other choice) but that's hardly the point.

What is the point you ask? Keanu looked silly in 1991. Kinda like Laurie Shong, someone none of you know. Some Fencer/Model guy. He gets sort of chubby in the off-season.


The recent Penny-Arcade comic featuring Twisp and Catsby is an exercise in brilliance. It's one of the best pieces of minimalist humour I've ever read. Made all the more amusing by people not understanding the comic. Whether the elements that make it so humourous were assembled by accident, or through masterful manipulation is irrelevant. This is a, nay, the penny-arcade masterpiece. Chances are you won't laugh out loud. Chances are I didn't either. But the irrevocable appeal and draw of the comic is undeniable.

The colour, the style, the waiter flying away, the blank looks of the characters eyes, the layers upon layers of inter-relations within the comic. Glorious.


Barbers are not to be trusted near hair. They need to realize that my head is not their canvas, and my hair is not just one of their tools. I say "Exactly what I have now, but short." and they have to realize that I mean what I say, not "whatever YOU feel like doing, so long as it sort of has one or two things in common with what I had."

My hair used to be long at the front, short at the back, with normal length sideburns. You'd think that's a simple ratio. Somehow, they think that keeping the same proportions includes making the middle long, the front short, the back short, and the sideburns all but non-existant. The way they cut it also makes me have a streak down the middle that's a different length than everything else, which means if I try to do what I want to do with my hair it looks silly, and stupid.

Bastards. I hate this haircut. I'm going to have to try rather hard to make it not look as stupid as it does. Bastards bastards bastards.
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Frustration : This isn't what I had it save. I edited my template how I wanted it, and it worked, everything was fine. Boom! All of a sudden it turns into this ugly catastophre, what the hell happened?

Where does it get off thinking it can just delete what I was up to, without asking, and get away with it?

Mainly I'm only mad about this because I didn't save.


-edit : Bastard, I guess I'm using a default for a bit then.
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Vacillate : Change is on the wind. I'm redesigning the layout and the site. Maybe the goal of the blog shall change too. I've lost interest in the telling of tales, so perhaps this will be more of a place for writing. Strangely enough if I went ahead and wrote the results would likely be more amusing than the stories I re-iterate right now.

Speaking of stories, I have eaten at least one large animal in its entirety in the past two or three days. Mind you, it's a rather freakish animal with cow parts, pig parts, a duck part, and all sorts of other meats. I ate three large steaks in one sitting. Two were honey garlic steaks, and one was a pepper steak. The next day for dinner I had seven shish kabobs, each a full skewer in length and at least as much girth as three of my thumbs, and two bratwurst.

I even had soup with meat in it. And asparagus. Just now I polished off a sausage about as long as my arm, not a thick one, similar to pepperoni in width, but nonetheless.

Look at your leg, the left one; from the knee down, I've had that much meat in the last two days. I don't remember three days ago.


I play strange games. They help keep me amused because if I didn’t everything would be redundant. You do it too, but mine are probably a little more absurd, or more pronounced to say the least. My most recent one was "figure out who exactly Katy Z is without asking." I'm proud to say that I won. I double checked with Ian, and confirmed it. The new will require some help, it's "Who were those people who flanked me at the zone during that fateful bowling night. The ones who were there when we stole sugar, and I a straw."

Does anyone else say Katy Zee instead of Katy Zed?
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