You'd think I would have something special planned for my 1000th post, you'd be wrong. Minecraft has consumed me...
It took me 986 days to get 1000 posts and in that time I've had 3184 comments. Keep in mind I took a 32 day break while I moved to and adjusted to Boise Idaho.
I dedicate this post to you, my readers. Your comments are what has kept me going. I appreciate all of you, even if you don't comment. A special thanks goes out to my most active commenters:
Monique. While you don't blog anymore, it's how I met you and you're still an active commenter on mine. Our discussions off-blog makes me feel like more than a friend, I feel like a part of your family.
Looney. Differences in opinion are the spice of life. My blogging would have been far more bland of an experience without you. Meeting you in real life was a real treat.
Vid. I think at this point you've left more comments than anyone. You always have something to say, and I always look forward to seeing what it is. Because a Vid is fine too.
Bunc. You're sort-of on-again off-again, but while you are blogging it's a reassuring read knowing that I'm not the only crazy atheist blogger out there.
Linda. I'm not sure where you came from, but since you showed up you've been leaving some good comments (especially the comment on the Instruction Manual for Life post). I like knowing that I've got readers across the pond. In this day and age, the entire ocean truly amounts to nothing but a pond.
I am terribly sorry to those who deserved a special mention but didn't get one. I know I left a lot of you out. As I'm writing this it's already past due to be posted, so I can't take the time to list you all!
Here's to another 1000 posts!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
«Well Here It Is (1000th Post)»
Monday, September 6, 2010
«Motivational Monday: Marf and Looney»
A very special Motivational Monday today. Yesterday I met Looney for the first time in real life. Looney and Mrs. Looney were passing through Boise Idaho, so we met for breakfast.
Looney is the first person "from my blog" that I've met in real life1. It may seem that we're always at odds in the comments, him being a fundamentalist Christian and me being an atheist. But that's what keeps it interesting. I have a lot of respect for Looney, he's a brilliant guy.
Here is the full photo.
They were very kind, Looney even paid for my breakfast (now I feel like I owe him!). The topic of religion didn't even really come up.
1: He's the second person I've met in real life that I first met online. The first one was a freak 1-in-a-billion chance that they were also in Ketchikan.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
«T Minus 10 Days»
10 days until the blog ends.
WHAT!?
Yeah, it's a little sudden. In 10 days I'll be moving away from Ketchikan, Alaska. During the transition I will be unable to blog. Too bad I won't quite make it to 1,000 consecutive posts.
I'm moving to Boise, Idaho. I have a friend I'm going to be roommates with. I've never been to Boise, but my friend went to college there. I'm to the point that I want to be anywhere other than Ketchikan. I was born on this rock, and being born in Ketchikan is like being born into bondage. You're trapped on an island, and it's so damn expensive to leave... Well, here's my chance.
It's a sudden change in my life; I'm leaping without looking on this one. That is very uncharacteristic of me. The very fiber of my being wants to over-analyze every situation and find reasons for not doing something. It's why my life has been stagnant for the past 5 years. And I'm terrified.
I've avoided talking about my personal life and feelings here. Partly because I think there's not much to talk about. I have very low self esteem and confidence. Coupled with agoraphobia1 and chronic anxiety, I've been trapped in a prison of my own making. Unable to bring myself to get a job, let alone a social life. This move is a last-ditch effort2 to escape from myself as much as it is from this town.
I will be forced to get a job and mingle with people. I will be forced out of my comfort zone, without an easy method of return. I'll either be able to cope or have a complete breakdown. But I need to do something. I've been watching my life pass by without anything to show for it.
1: I was diagnosed with agoraphobia instead of social phobia because I'm not overly concerned with people's opinion of me. But I'm still phobic of social situations for some unexplained reason.
2: Yes, I've tried counseling. It was marginally helpful, but it became clear I was not going to make a dramatic recovery.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
«RIP Mr. Kralus»
So I just heard that one of my favorite teachers from high school died. Don Kralus and his wife died in a car wreck outside Terrace, BC in Canada on their way back from a vacation. An elderly driver crossed the center line and hit them head-on. The Canadian police figure they died instantly. The elderly driver and the Kralus' dog survived with minor injuries.
I had a lot of respect for that man. He taught Earth Science and Physics at the high school. Although the most common topic in class was Bigfoot. Mr. Kralus1 knew a guy in town who was a Bigfoot "expert". One year on the day before spring break he showed a video on Bigfoot and pointed out all the flaws. One example is in the famous Freeman Bigfoot footage the Bigfoot has no butt cleavage, indicating it was a suit. After that he became known as the Bigfoot Guy at high school and showing the video became an annual tradition. All throughout the year the topic of Bigfoot came up, and Mr. Kralus couldn't resist talking about it.
I have some good memories of Mr. Kralus. He was the only adult I knew of that watched South Park. I remember discussing the latest episode with him every week. He was a good friend as well as a teacher. He will be missed.
1: It's just so strange to call an old teacher by their first name, so I'm still calling him Mr. Kralus.
Friday, January 15, 2010
«And He's Gone»
Well, one of my real-life friends went back to college; his break is over. Hopefully I can still continue playing Borderlands with him for a while over the internet. He's not going to be back in town for a while (if ever). And I am horrible at keeping in contact with people. Borderlands should give me an excuse to keep in contact for a while.
Maybe one day it will be my turn to leave this rock and not come back.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
«Part of the Team»
I've been playing Borderlands multiplayer with a couple of my real-life friends. We're on the 2nd playthrough now, and the 3 of us make a pretty well balanced team.
We've got a Brick (that's the character's name) who is the team's tank and damage sponge. He rushes into battle in a suicidal rampage and gets the attention of all the enemies. He likes to punch things.
We've got a Mordecai, he's our sniper. If something randomly dies out of nowhere, it was probably his doing.
It took me a while to figure out what part I wanted to play. At first I started as Lilith (I always seem to chose to play the woman). However, she didn't really play well with others. When one of my friends would go down, the only thing she could do was phasewalk and run away to save herself. I didn't feel like part of a team playing as her. So I switched to Roland and became the team's medic. I'd like to think it's because of me that Brick can go on suicidal rampages and not actually die.
I've picked up a special skill (called cauterize) that allows me to heal teammates when I shoot them1. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "friendly fire". I usually like to find a position above the battle and shoot my rocket launcher at Brick. Since the rockets explode on impact and hit everything in the area, I can simultaneously heal my teammates and kill the enemy. I'm also durable enough to run into battle and revive a downed teammate, if needed.
Because of my constant barrage of friendly rockets, this allows my teammates to hold nothing back. Even Mordecai can go out-of-character and run into the foray Rambo-style. I also enable the team to regenerate ammunition, so we should never run out. I feel important and useful to the team now.
1 That's right. I heal people by shooting them... With rockets.
Friday, January 1, 2010
«You Are Now Aware»
So I actually went out and did something with a couple friends last night. Although to be honest, we didn't really care about New Year's. We didn't do a countdown or anything.
One of us just noticed that it's after midnight, "Oh. Happy New Year's guys." Anyone has any stories of their own from last night to tell?
I have to say this... You are now aware that 2000 was 10 years ago, and 1990 was 20 years ago. You are also aware that your jaw has weight and you're holding it up, and you now have a random itch somewhere on your body.
Also, The Game.
Monday, March 16, 2009
«Motivational Monday: Math Jokes»
I do get the joke... Pi is what's known as an irrational number because it doesn't end or repeat. i is a non-real number, the answer to sqrt(-1); a physical impossibility.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
«Pon & Zi»
Pon and Zi. They seem to have that innocent, yet slightly passive aggressive tone to them. A little morbid, and a lot lonely. The yellow one is Pon, and the blue one is Zi.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
«O to be a Cactus...»
...A symbol of the unhuggable - of silkworm size or immense; at times invisible.
Felicitous phenomenon!
Bonus points if you can figure out what the title of this blog post is a parody of.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
«Nostalgic Calculator Programs»
I wasn't sure that I'd get that Spirit of Glacier Bay Cruise Ship Watch posted yesterday. Blogger was having issues with uploading images; I kept getting internal error messages. I was ready just to call it quits and try posting it today as my main blog post for the day. Out of frustration more than anything, I decided to try it one last time... And it went through! So I got that posted on time.
Yesterday when I was downtown taking pictures, I ran into Catlin, an old friend I hadn't talked to since we were in high school math classes together (that's why I wasn't around for your lunch break, Trevor). Usually I don't mention names without permission on my blog, but I figured there's no harm with only first names.
You know I have to say, math classes were my most interesting classes in school. I could pretty much ignore the lessons taught in class and still ace the test. That gave me time to discuss theoretical astrophysics with Catlin. Or to write rather unique programs on our Ti-83 plus calculators. I still have a few of those programs. The interesting thing was, the math teacher was ok with what we were doing, he even got into it sometimes.
Heh, I remember one program that the teacher didn't know about... There was this girl that sat in front of us in class, and you could always see her underwear when she sat down. We wrote a program to predict the color of her underwear on any given day. Surprisingly, sometimes it was accurate. If I remember right, it worked off of a pseudo-random number generator. Each color was assigned a number. It would generate a random number, and give certain numbers more weight (more likely to be randomly chosen) depending on how often she wore the corresponding color. Interesting thing about a program like that is the more data you input, the more accurate it gets. So it would get better every day. No, that's not one of the programs I still have. I think we abandoned it when the seating chart was changed.
Now a-days, I don't even remember how to program on the calculator. I've moved on to greater things.
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