Marc
I never pretended to be any good at darts. That's my defense. And that should really be all that I have to say for the rest of the day ... but it isn't.
There's a man that drives a topless, yellow Mustang around ISU's campus all day long, as far as I can tell. I probably see him four to five times a day on my various travels from my apartment to Stevenson Hall. By my estimations (modest though they be), I'd bet this guy travels a good twenty miles a day around campus. Obviously stop and go for the most part, because of all the student traffic. So, I'm thinking he doesn't do to well on gas mileage. Maybe fourty to fifty bucks a week, just so he can look cool with his top down, his shades on, and his fucking expensive-ass dog hanging out the passenger side. This boggles my mind.
Just like earlier today when I blew my own mind thinking about time travel. Triggered by a commercial on the Cartoon Network advertising The Flintstones Meet the Jetsons movie. If time travel were possible, we'd have known it by now, right? Somebody would've come back and said something to us, like "hey, I'm from the future, and you guys are totally missing out!" But then, I thought that this was a little unperceptive, because what if the guy would've gone way back to .. the Roman Empire. No one would've been able to understand what he was saying, right? He probably wasn't even speaking any kind of English that we'd be able to understand, right? So, then it got me thinking about the possibility that he did come to our time, found a way to express himself to someone, and then was discovered by the government, locked away, and forced to tell the future to the president and all his advisors (understand that this could've been in the 60's or somewhere else, not necessarily our own times). So, maybe that's why the US goverment, on the whole, doesn't really seem to give a shit about the rest of the world, because they've already got the next 2000 years or so mapped out. Eh? Plausible ... no?
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Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from those whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those wills we have
Than fly to others we know not of?
- Hamlet, William Shakespeare
fardels = burdens
bourn = realm
This hit me today in class. Don't know what to say about it exactly, but there it is. Take what you want from it.
I never pretended to be any good at darts. That's my defense. And that should really be all that I have to say for the rest of the day ... but it isn't.
There's a man that drives a topless, yellow Mustang around ISU's campus all day long, as far as I can tell. I probably see him four to five times a day on my various travels from my apartment to Stevenson Hall. By my estimations (modest though they be), I'd bet this guy travels a good twenty miles a day around campus. Obviously stop and go for the most part, because of all the student traffic. So, I'm thinking he doesn't do to well on gas mileage. Maybe fourty to fifty bucks a week, just so he can look cool with his top down, his shades on, and his fucking expensive-ass dog hanging out the passenger side. This boggles my mind.
Just like earlier today when I blew my own mind thinking about time travel. Triggered by a commercial on the Cartoon Network advertising The Flintstones Meet the Jetsons movie. If time travel were possible, we'd have known it by now, right? Somebody would've come back and said something to us, like "hey, I'm from the future, and you guys are totally missing out!" But then, I thought that this was a little unperceptive, because what if the guy would've gone way back to .. the Roman Empire. No one would've been able to understand what he was saying, right? He probably wasn't even speaking any kind of English that we'd be able to understand, right? So, then it got me thinking about the possibility that he did come to our time, found a way to express himself to someone, and then was discovered by the government, locked away, and forced to tell the future to the president and all his advisors (understand that this could've been in the 60's or somewhere else, not necessarily our own times). So, maybe that's why the US goverment, on the whole, doesn't really seem to give a shit about the rest of the world, because they've already got the next 2000 years or so mapped out. Eh? Plausible ... no?
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Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from those whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those wills we have
Than fly to others we know not of?
- Hamlet, William Shakespeare
fardels = burdens
bourn = realm
This hit me today in class. Don't know what to say about it exactly, but there it is. Take what you want from it.
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