Ha. I love this. Apparently you have to click on it twice to make it work for some reason. Also, happy cinco de mayo.

http://norvig.com/Gettysburg/

Did Abe upload this online? This actually looks like something he made.

Wow. So basically since I've abandoned this journal it's become spammer's paradise? You'd think that the spammers would go to more populated sites. Like Facebook.

I'm not doing your job for you but people check that place way more often.

There is nothing wrong with me wanting to sing Velvet Underground's "Femme Fatale." That's all I was doing.  They're a great band. And you know what, it's not my fault that we share a bedroom.

This video is beautiful. Seriously.  Slow-clap and single tear worthy. This is exactly why I love film editing.

OK. I know. I hate the Super Bowl because of the money that gets poured into it. And this stupid tattoo that I was idiotic enough to get because of that stupid commercial. Plus I'd rather play a game than watch somebody else. (Although I do watch basketball. And sometimes the Olympics. But that's totally different you guys!)

Anyways, it is the New Orleans Saints going. And given who I'm a clone of I think I at least owe them a congratulations and a good luck. Even if I'm not actually from New Orleans or anything.

And no I'm not getting a "Who Dat" tattoo if they win.

Wow. That's weird. The songs on the Billboard Top 25 chart can actually be inspirational when you take out all the garbage lyrics! Somebody call Jesse Ventura! This is a conspiracy that needs investigating.



And why do I get the feeling that this "Pants on the Ground" thing is going to drive me nuts?

N*SYNC trivia? Not only does Jay Leno know his target audience but he's also really topical! Maybe Hanson is his musical guest too.

I know what you're thinking anybody that stumbles upon this entry--Why are you watching the show if you hate it, girl? Well I'll tell you, person who's killing time on the internet! I was channel surfing! And plus the purpose of blogs is complaining. Kind of. Actually that really applies to a large chunk of the internet. I need a place to collectively bitch. And then I'll ask who you are and why you're bothering to read this.


And Powerpoint froze on me. So I'm waiting until it reboots and trying to kill some time. Right in the middle of a presentation too. Dinger! Maybe I can pretend my computer died and go use Abe's.

Somebody ate the marshmallows out of the Count Chocula box. I know who you are--your punishment is coming. If however you end up finding this journal entry you can replace the marshmallows and I'll let it slide. They only release that cereal once a year. Off-season you have a better chance of finding a winning lottery ticket than a box of Count Chocula. And I'm not resorting to Ebay. People are probably selling "vintage cereal" AKA stale cereal that they never got around to eating.

And because I know it'd be missed, here's the generic quiz!

You Are Indie Rock

You are a very unique individual. People may try to label you as hipster or emo, but you defy all labels. You like music that's quirky, unusual, and not commercialized. Your taste in music is as eclectic as you are. You stay true to yourself. You don't like something just because it's popular. You like songs that are expressive, funny, dark, and / or frank. You don't like songs that were written to be everything to everyone.

Let's see--what's there to update on? School is back in session. A lot of clubs have set up tables to try and get new members. The gender and sexuality club was giving out staplers. Which lead me to wonder why they were giving out staplers. And also, why we have a gender and sexuality club.