This post title is rivaling Alexandra's in length. Now, for the first part.
Ok, so that might have been a slight hyperbole. I lied. Oh well. At least you're interested in the post now.
Caleb and I have been playing way too much ping-pong and losing way too many ping-pong balls , so we've developed some very interesting adaptations on the game. Let me walk you through our 5 most common playing styles.
1) Traditional - the long-withstanding rules of table tennis apply, and we tend to be a little overaggressive; I have been known to hit ping-pong balls into the pool or directly at Caleb's face. This is great for improving the reflexes.
2) Left-Handed - You'd be surprised how much strength and coordination you lack on your weaker side, especially on the backhanded shots. This, to say the least, is very eye-opening. I won't comment on the number of open-palm slaps that occur in these matches to avoid using the "bad" hand.
3) Two Paddles - With one paddle in each hand, it can be interesting to see how much you defer to your dominant hand. With relatively-equally skilled hands, you can be very tough to beat like this. After a while, the paddle starts to feel heavier in one hand. Eliminates many backhanded shots.
4) Two Balls - Very tricky, the object of this game is to keep the rally going as long as possible. Both players have to be a bit in-sync and not screw up. This can be difficult if one ball is bouncier than the other, or one player really sucks. Lots of blame-laying happens in these rounds.
5) Serve-Volley ~ By far the hardest against a skilled opponent, a quick reaction time is mandated for this style. If successful, it can prove very tough to beat. This can involve an awful lot of leaning against the table, which may or may not be legal.
6) Oh, who noticed there were only supposed to be 5 styles. This is a bonus.
Ricochet - shots, bounce off the wall and onto the opponent's side of the table. Requires good walls and incredible strength, plus a speedy adjustment time by the players.
Watch this completely crazy 41 shot ping-pong rally at the 2014 commonwealth games (former british colonies): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahOnhEvMgq0
Part Two: when you're at home with your brother all day, you start talking crazy. Here's some vocabulary for you.
Roasting: When Caleb hits an amazing forehand winner.
Baking, Broiling, Microwaving, Sautéing : Anytime Rebecca wins a point
Undercooked: A shot that falls short
Overcooked: A shot that goes long
Rare/Raw: Completely unskilled shot
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Canadian Extravaganza Strikes Mid-Teenage Boys as 'Odd'
My mum (I rather like the sound of that) has been getting on to me about considering to post something more unoriginal, mainstream, traditional, meaningful, non-jabberwack, logical, and sensible. But I insist on not conforming to these ideas, and continue to concoct un-relatable pieces. If you can relate, something might be a bit off.
It occurred to me, that it might (or may not) interest you as to why my mother wants to (but fails to) have a say in the matter of what I write. See, I tend to chant catchy phrases that I've written all day. And her response is usually, "God bless, but your little friends must definitely not enjoy all these crazy rants," except, it is in Swedish, less religious, more sinful, and very direct. But, aye, (I rather like the sound of that as well) I love my mummy. Excuse the fact that British television and my new found enjoyment of re-rerererererereading of the Harry Potter series, has gotten to my head.
Here's a Game you Should try:
(College Boards, please look the other way)
1) Think/say a sentence that uses a lot of adjectives/adverbs of which all of them are f***.
2) Replace them with as vividly worded string-of-Homer-things and beautifully woven phrases (that hopefully do not include the word f***).
3) Gaze proudly into the horizon at the precious sentence you yourself just created.
Mine usually end up describing toads and saunas and other irregular topics, which is fun.
If any of you read this:
Rebecca- Describe a vintage, chipped teamug
Grace- (I WANT TO HEAR THIS) a urinal (or, a rotting log, your choice really)
Audrey- a taco
Cindy- a top hat
Please note: the nice little word that begins with an 'f' can be replaced by blah. Also four letters. It is just that blahing doesn't sound very nice rolling off my head-tongue, you know the tongue for the voice in your head, I mean honestly, your thoughts have to have a tongue.
It occurred to me, that it might (or may not) interest you as to why my mother wants to (but fails to) have a say in the matter of what I write. See, I tend to chant catchy phrases that I've written all day. And her response is usually, "God bless, but your little friends must definitely not enjoy all these crazy rants," except, it is in Swedish, less religious, more sinful, and very direct. But, aye, (I rather like the sound of that as well) I love my mummy. Excuse the fact that British television and my new found enjoyment of re-rerererererereading of the Harry Potter series, has gotten to my head.
Here's a Game you Should try:
(College Boards, please look the other way)
1) Think/say a sentence that uses a lot of adjectives/adverbs of which all of them are f***.
2) Replace them with as vividly worded string-of-Homer-things and beautifully woven phrases (that hopefully do not include the word f***).
3) Gaze proudly into the horizon at the precious sentence you yourself just created.
Mine usually end up describing toads and saunas and other irregular topics, which is fun.
If any of you read this:
Rebecca- Describe a vintage, chipped teamug
Grace- (I WANT TO HEAR THIS) a urinal (or, a rotting log, your choice really)
Audrey- a taco
Cindy- a top hat
Please note: the nice little word that begins with an 'f' can be replaced by blah. Also four letters. It is just that blahing doesn't sound very nice rolling off my head-tongue, you know the tongue for the voice in your head, I mean honestly, your thoughts have to have a tongue.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Very Strange Subconscious Thoughts
According to Sigmund Freud, dreams are really the revelation of all your subconscious desires. For more on this, see the comments section where Cindy will post a long spiel about dreaming and science like she always does. (I don't know why she doesn't just make a post: Cindy's random scientific Knowledge that she think's everyone should know).
Anyway, the point is that I have very strange subconscious desires. Although I don't really want summer to end, people from school keep appearing randomly in my dreams. Last night, my dreams featured Mark Endo and Ms. Minnicks. It also involved me running across a busy highway and jumping into a lake, where I was weighed down by a bunch of metal rods that had been strapped to my body, and I had to remove them before I drowned and then swim across the lake to a parking lot on the other side where my mom was with the car, and then I went home. (Yah, I know, very confusing, especially with the run on sentence).
I don't know what this really means in the land of dream interpretation, but I'm guessing it's really weird, strange, and probably not normal. I don't think I have a secret desire to almost drown in a cold, dark, lake.
Also, has anyone finished their summer reading yet?
Now, there have also been some other dreams where I have been at school, but I'm going to save those for some other posts, because Caleb is finally awake, so I can go running.
Anyway, the point is that I have very strange subconscious desires. Although I don't really want summer to end, people from school keep appearing randomly in my dreams. Last night, my dreams featured Mark Endo and Ms. Minnicks. It also involved me running across a busy highway and jumping into a lake, where I was weighed down by a bunch of metal rods that had been strapped to my body, and I had to remove them before I drowned and then swim across the lake to a parking lot on the other side where my mom was with the car, and then I went home. (Yah, I know, very confusing, especially with the run on sentence).
I don't know what this really means in the land of dream interpretation, but I'm guessing it's really weird, strange, and probably not normal. I don't think I have a secret desire to almost drown in a cold, dark, lake.
Also, has anyone finished their summer reading yet?
Now, there have also been some other dreams where I have been at school, but I'm going to save those for some other posts, because Caleb is finally awake, so I can go running.
Poodle-icious Finds a Way to Survive the Tidal Waves of Luxembourg
Breaking Ghanaian News
Tuesday harbored the first ever chicken-noodle soup making contest in Accra. Three-and-a-half thousand or so participants cooked hearty meals starting at 4:00 running all the way to 16:00. The winner was Peruvian Juan Carlos Roberto Francisco Julio Miguel de las Marcos who cooked 6 tons of soup in the 12 hours, at a pace of half a ton of soup per hour. Three thousand contestants were eliminated because they used a Fibroglasstical 7.8PX burner instead of the mandated Fibroglasstical 7.8PY burner. 480 contestants were disqualified because they were wearing white and pink shirts, and the necessary shirt coloring was white and peach. 12 participants were brutally asked to leave the contest because they were not the specifically required age of 43, they fluctuated from between 42 and 361 days to 42 and 363. Later this month, Accra will again a chicken-noodle soup making contest, this time for the age of 44.
For those of you readers who have not been following the chicken-noodle soup contest activities in the Ghanaian capital, Ghana hosts the contests from 41-50 year of age, every year. 10-20 is in Paris. 21-30 is in Beijing. 31-40 (the biggest group) is in Guadalajara. 51-60 is in Helsinki. 61-70 is in Perth. 71-80 is located in Kansas City. 81-90 is in Qatar. 91-100 (the last group) is hosted in Vladivostok.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
California Road Trip Video
Hey guys.
Two weeks ago I was on my California Road Trip.
I took lots and lots of pictures and videos, and made a mini movie about my trip.
I finally worked through all the techy issues with iMovie and Blogger, so here you go!
sorry for the extreme low quality :(
Two weeks ago I was on my California Road Trip.
I took lots and lots of pictures and videos, and made a mini movie about my trip.
I finally worked through all the techy issues with iMovie and Blogger, so here you go!
sorry for the extreme low quality :(
Seamstress applies Buddhist Mantras to Cardiology Exams Nationwide
A Collection of Random Thoughts à partir de Alexandra Backlund
1. Next year I can get a driver's license
2. At the next world cup, I've graduated high school (I hope)
3. Neymar is the most amazing soccer player, dad, and overall person
4. Learning Portuguese would be cool
5. I've probably forgotten all of my Latin
6. I'm actually nervous for high school
7. If Arjen Robben gets transferred to Man U, does his Dutch family living in Germany move too?
8. When I die, I hope I get a little stat sheet of all the things I did in life
9. Come January, I'm turning 17 next year
10. I really need to buy a new bikini, mine's slowly dying
11. Should I go to Amalfi or Naples? Um, both
12. Juan Zuniga needs to have bodyguards after injuring Neymar; that's karma for you
13. Why did J.K. Rowling decide to have Hogwarts be a 7-year school, is it because the number 7 is awesome sauce?
14. What if I fail classes next year? Will I? Is Honors Chemistry fatal?
15. Looking for Alaska is freaking brilliant
16. How in the world has FIFA decided that the World Cup can be hosted in Quatar? A: Because there was this thing called MANIPULATION involved
17. What if the way I see green you see red but still call it green, then you see trees the color I see blood. Bloody trees!
18. The black sea turtle is considered a subspecies of the green sea turtle
19. Why is a rooster deadly to a basilisk?
20. Will I ever have a life? And why have my Instagram likes gone down by like 50%?
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Why Their Should Be an ECA
(This is not a completely random rant)
Exercising releases endorphins into your body that activate the brain's pleasure center and make you feel happy, similar to the most commonly abused drugs. This is dangerous, and I strongly advocate for the foundation of the ECA, of exercise control agency, similar to the DEA for drug enforcement.
Yesterday, Caleb and I did five ultimate body workouts in a row, about 45 minutes of total exercising: ultimate arms, ultimate abs, ultimate shoulders, ultimate glutes, and ultimate total body express, courtesy of the On Demand Fitness channel included in our TV package. (We were actually only supposed to do two, but we got a bit carried away). Anyway, the thought of working out made us feel good and accomplished, because society has led us to think that way. During the painful, grueling, exercises, our bodies felt awful. Yet afterward, we felt great pleasure and vowed to do it again soon. CAN YOU SEE WHY THIS IS DANGEROUS????
Now, most people would agree that the following sentence is very positive; I exercised and felt good afterwards. But how about this one; I pushed my body to the limits of its endurance and it hurt, and I want to do it again. That is most definitely negative. This kind of torturous movement is bad; treat your body like a temple.
Nobody likes an exercise hangover (soreness), but athletes experience this every day. And if they don't push through it, they get jumpy, and then very lethargic and withdrawn. People need to stop this from happening. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS GOOD PAIN.
I am sore in places I didn't think muscles existed. What is this madness? People need to figure out that they have to control how much we exercise before we hurt ourselves.
WAIT, we already did, have you seen the obesity? This is just the other end of the spectrum. The ECA is a completely needed agency and I would totally hire myself to work for it and make tons of money for having the solution to this most pressing problem.
P.S. Alexandra, does this satisfy your need for a post?
Exercising releases endorphins into your body that activate the brain's pleasure center and make you feel happy, similar to the most commonly abused drugs. This is dangerous, and I strongly advocate for the foundation of the ECA, of exercise control agency, similar to the DEA for drug enforcement.
Yesterday, Caleb and I did five ultimate body workouts in a row, about 45 minutes of total exercising: ultimate arms, ultimate abs, ultimate shoulders, ultimate glutes, and ultimate total body express, courtesy of the On Demand Fitness channel included in our TV package. (We were actually only supposed to do two, but we got a bit carried away). Anyway, the thought of working out made us feel good and accomplished, because society has led us to think that way. During the painful, grueling, exercises, our bodies felt awful. Yet afterward, we felt great pleasure and vowed to do it again soon. CAN YOU SEE WHY THIS IS DANGEROUS????
Now, most people would agree that the following sentence is very positive; I exercised and felt good afterwards. But how about this one; I pushed my body to the limits of its endurance and it hurt, and I want to do it again. That is most definitely negative. This kind of torturous movement is bad; treat your body like a temple.
Nobody likes an exercise hangover (soreness), but athletes experience this every day. And if they don't push through it, they get jumpy, and then very lethargic and withdrawn. People need to stop this from happening. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS GOOD PAIN.
I am sore in places I didn't think muscles existed. What is this madness? People need to figure out that they have to control how much we exercise before we hurt ourselves.
WAIT, we already did, have you seen the obesity? This is just the other end of the spectrum. The ECA is a completely needed agency and I would totally hire myself to work for it and make tons of money for having the solution to this most pressing problem.
P.S. Alexandra, does this satisfy your need for a post?
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Cursed Cabinet Kills Coughing Catfish
Tomorrow I am travelling to a foreign land, a dangerous country, in the midst of a rugged winter's ocean. A sea known solely for its wars with ships and battles won against sailors-- and summer swells, and sometimes-high phosphorus levels, and soft sand-kissing waves, and sapphire-blue, white-crusted billows-- I shall venture upon. Ships have sunk here in modern era, the ghost captains haunt the depths and stir up trouble and sweep wind through the otherwise calm skies, danger lurks here, and nothing else. Swift as elves, water trolls ride the seaweed strains, and lasso in the hulls of ships and pull,pull, pull them down.
Chicken Drops Serious Tree Balls
You need to read my last 2 posts.
And you need to post.
And you need to comment on posts you read.
And you need to comment on posts you read.
I gets sort of tiring to read my own posts over and over again.
With some random, yet very appropriate and fantastic, flares of Rebecca.
Anyway.
I have a new revelation.
But I won't share until blog activity goes up.
P.S.
Here's what to tell your brother when he wimps out of something:
"I'm disinheriting you from the my future billions."
It works.
Until he has the come back
"Um, its funny you think you're going to get rich."
And then you say,
"Richer than you."
And then your mom pops in and wonders why you've insulted your brother.
Then you say:
"Mom, you make your son strong. I make him Juan strong."
Until he has the come back
"Um, its funny you think you're going to get rich."
And then you say,
"Richer than you."
And then your mom pops in and wonders why you've insulted your brother.
Then you say:
"Mom, you make your son strong. I make him Juan strong."
Rainbow Turtle Shells Attract Ruthless Bounty Hunters to Alcatraz
Here are two photos. Of a bear and a goat. When combined, they make a beat.
So drop what you've got and listen to my sick, coughed-on beat.
Oh, oh, Mother-of-a-word
I like to imagine, I like to pretend
That you're decapitated n' sto-one dead
Yeah, yeah, Mother-of-a-name
I like to picture, I like to dream
That you're dying and knocked up clea-ea-ean
Your face is like a mirror
And all I see is beauty
But underne-ea-eath
I sense your
cold-cold blood and I know your do-o-one
And I'm not the only one
(REFRAIN: SING TO MELODY OF "TAKE A CHANCE ON ME" by ABBA, COME TO THINK OF IT, IT'S PROBABLY A GOOD IDEA TO SING THE WHOLE SONG TO THAT MELODY)
Oh, oh Mother-of-a-Lord
Can't you tell I'm bored
Until he's de-ea-ead
I can't see my life
Yeah, yeah Mother-of -the-ballgame
Don't you know it's sick
To keep him ali-ive
When I can't live a li-ife, until he's gone
Your face is like a mirror
And all I see is beauty
But underne-ea-eath
I sense your
cold-cold blood and I know your do-o-one
And I'm not the only one
Monday, July 21, 2014
My Neighbor Is Australian
For real, guys.
He came over to apologize for some mishap with his sprinklers and I was completely not listening because his accent was so awesome.
And he has a son, who is 13, who I haven't met yet, but I bet he has an awesome accent too.
He's from Sydney and he likes the weather here.
(And, he's been living next door for months and I didn't even know....)
Anyway, I know we won't be having a "Who has the most awesome neighbor" contest, because I would just win.
AUSTRALIA!!!!
He came over to apologize for some mishap with his sprinklers and I was completely not listening because his accent was so awesome.
And he has a son, who is 13, who I haven't met yet, but I bet he has an awesome accent too.
He's from Sydney and he likes the weather here.
(And, he's been living next door for months and I didn't even know....)
Anyway, I know we won't be having a "Who has the most awesome neighbor" contest, because I would just win.
AUSTRALIA!!!!
Dry Towels make for Soaked Turtlebears in Central Asia
According to extensively conducted research in the mid-western district of Paris, Chihuahuas have taken a new perspective on life: through turkey liver. The government funded experiments drew many decisive results, including those discussing the rare external film covering the Chihuahuas right eyeballs.
Dr. von Schneiderbaldenkertson states, "The turkey liver film that has genetically developed over the right eyeball of the dogs is unquestionably an effect of new egg distribution to dog food factories. These eggs contain an uncommon hormone called Xyboflaxarinian 8. In contact with the turkey meat, recently mandated by the Global Services for Livestock and other Fauna in Dog Food to be included in each and every dog food sold in every single country (with the obvious exception of Monaco, Nepal, and Zimbabwe), this hormone creates a living cell. A turkey liver cell. This cell, much like a cancer cell, fixates on a certain body part, in this case the right eye. The cells that build and make up the conjunctiva are slowly infiltrated by the cell as it starts to rapidly multiply, exhaustively feeding on the conjunctiva's own cells' membranes. Eventually the Chihuahua literally spectates the world in a turkey liver lens. There is further research yet to be performed that will be able to secure the future of the eye film, and whether or not it is a safety or health risk to the Chihuahua."
His wife, Dr. Silvenstrauss- von Schneiderbaldenkertson, shortly dictates, "Chihuahuas are the only affected dog as they have elevated liver enzymes not found in other dogs without medication. This medication kills the turkey liver cell. Now, press, LEAVE."
Dr. von Schneiderbaldenkertson states, "The turkey liver film that has genetically developed over the right eyeball of the dogs is unquestionably an effect of new egg distribution to dog food factories. These eggs contain an uncommon hormone called Xyboflaxarinian 8. In contact with the turkey meat, recently mandated by the Global Services for Livestock and other Fauna in Dog Food to be included in each and every dog food sold in every single country (with the obvious exception of Monaco, Nepal, and Zimbabwe), this hormone creates a living cell. A turkey liver cell. This cell, much like a cancer cell, fixates on a certain body part, in this case the right eye. The cells that build and make up the conjunctiva are slowly infiltrated by the cell as it starts to rapidly multiply, exhaustively feeding on the conjunctiva's own cells' membranes. Eventually the Chihuahua literally spectates the world in a turkey liver lens. There is further research yet to be performed that will be able to secure the future of the eye film, and whether or not it is a safety or health risk to the Chihuahua."
His wife, Dr. Silvenstrauss- von Schneiderbaldenkertson, shortly dictates, "Chihuahuas are the only affected dog as they have elevated liver enzymes not found in other dogs without medication. This medication kills the turkey liver cell. Now, press, LEAVE."
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Sad but True, You Should Read This
All of you know that I'm an avid reader. So it shouldn't surprise you that I visited the local library here in western Jamaica to pick up some reading material for my stay. What I saw will shock you.
As I entered the only library in an area of 807 square kilometers and home to about 141,000 people, I was stunned. The juvenile/young adult fiction section was smaller than the La Jolla branch's DVD collection. The entire children's section, fiction and non-fiction, was approximately as large as the adult computer section in our local library. They had about 5 computers available for the children to use. And the scanners and barcodes that we are so accustomed to were nonexistent. All checkouts are recorded by hand in several ledgers and on multiple cards.
At home we benefit from the amazing public library system, the school library and computer lab, and the extensive collections of local colleges. Although we consistently complain about underfunding, we have an incredible amount of knowledge at our fingertips. Many of us were read to frequently as a children, and exposed to books at an early age. Children in Jamaica need help. The dream of literacy is constantly in jeopardy, and many are deprived of the comfort and solace we so often seek in good stories.
It is important that we support literacy, reading, and learning in developing countries because it is a life-altering tool and life-changing gift that we take for granted far too often. Value this sentence: Because I can read I can _______________.
As I entered the only library in an area of 807 square kilometers and home to about 141,000 people, I was stunned. The juvenile/young adult fiction section was smaller than the La Jolla branch's DVD collection. The entire children's section, fiction and non-fiction, was approximately as large as the adult computer section in our local library. They had about 5 computers available for the children to use. And the scanners and barcodes that we are so accustomed to were nonexistent. All checkouts are recorded by hand in several ledgers and on multiple cards.
At home we benefit from the amazing public library system, the school library and computer lab, and the extensive collections of local colleges. Although we consistently complain about underfunding, we have an incredible amount of knowledge at our fingertips. Many of us were read to frequently as a children, and exposed to books at an early age. Children in Jamaica need help. The dream of literacy is constantly in jeopardy, and many are deprived of the comfort and solace we so often seek in good stories.
It is important that we support literacy, reading, and learning in developing countries because it is a life-altering tool and life-changing gift that we take for granted far too often. Value this sentence: Because I can read I can _______________.
The Sun Sets over Messi's Career as a Candle
If you for some particular reason decided to skip reading my last post, you are utterly shameful to mutant forefather kind. Although I have yet to decide whether or not you are actually part of the kin or not, but you're a shame no less.
Neymar is the most amazing person.
There is a lamp in the corner of the room I am currently situated in.
It is ceramic, a very thinly crusted porcelain, and a dying spider-web wrapped light bulb sways in the rusty settlement it calls powerhouse. It's filaments sticking out at a pitiful number of odd angles, its electric days over. Its very chemistry dead and energy less.
This bulb, called Messi, shimmers only with the light of the forest fire outside.
Only the high pyromaniacs allow for a glimmer of shining hope to fill his empty glass.
He is a beacon of hope for all dying bulbs.
To be candles lit by drug-obsessed Norwegians that kindle the woods as their hearth.
---
But, aye, suddenly the sun dips to low beyond the horizon.
All faint rays of light that ever were, gone, blinding another driver instead.
And suddenly Messi is not a candle anymore, as the room is dark.
The sun set on his dreams.
Ah, yes, the sun makes men do many crazy things.
Neymar is the most amazing person.
There is a lamp in the corner of the room I am currently situated in.
It is ceramic, a very thinly crusted porcelain, and a dying spider-web wrapped light bulb sways in the rusty settlement it calls powerhouse. It's filaments sticking out at a pitiful number of odd angles, its electric days over. Its very chemistry dead and energy less.
This bulb, called Messi, shimmers only with the light of the forest fire outside.
Only the high pyromaniacs allow for a glimmer of shining hope to fill his empty glass.
He is a beacon of hope for all dying bulbs.
To be candles lit by drug-obsessed Norwegians that kindle the woods as their hearth.
---
But, aye, suddenly the sun dips to low beyond the horizon.
All faint rays of light that ever were, gone, blinding another driver instead.
And suddenly Messi is not a candle anymore, as the room is dark.
The sun set on his dreams.
Ah, yes, the sun makes men do many crazy things.
Satellite gets Kidnapped by Lactose-intolerant, Albino Cow from Botswana
Ah. You draw in a deep breath. Close your eyes. Scringe them real tight. Squint through a tiny slit that you've allowed to open between your eyelids of your left eye. And you curse. Because, the crazy lady is at it again. She's posting. On the blog.
The blog that was so pleasantly placid and picturesque.
The blog that is now so horridly muddled and dirtied.
Sweden didn't numb me for long. I'm back at it.
Torturing you little over-exasperatingly-avidly-curious-just-got-to-read-this people.
Now, that cow. Well
1) My brain is half dead as I write this, and the genitive of Botswana is completely nonexistent
2) Which is actually sad (whether you think it is or not, is extremely irrelevant, because I think it is, which is all that really matters, as this is my blog post... word) as I wanted to write 'Botswanian cow' or 'Bosnian cow' (which probably indicates another cultural heritage, but WTF)... anyway, I could not, as my brain deserted me without the knowledge of how to properly indicate that the cow was from freaking Botswana-- in one word format.
3) NOT NECESSARY information at all, but auto-correct wanted to correct 'freaking' to 'phreaking' which according to some deep-web (not) searching, is actually a slang term for experimenting (in a hacking sort of way) with the telecommunications network.
4) NECESSARY information regarding the NOT NECESSARY information. I have no idea why my computer would have stored the word phreaking in its dictionary.
5) I also chose to make the cow albino... because it's ironically un-Botswanian ( %&*$ , that's just going to have to be a word). Or so I thought. But then I read a little about the topic. And it turns out that sub-Saharan countries have the most recurring albino genetic percentage. And, even though Botswana wasn't listed on the list of most common sub-Saharan countries, it's still associated with the area, making it awkward for me because it is completely un-ironic. The chance of an albino vertebrae is very common in Botswana and I was trying to make something sound un-situationally accurate and I made it accurate. I read more about the topic, and unveiled a lot of troubling facts. There is an active market in Tanzania for albino human body parts to be used in witchcraft. There are multiple rape reports of albino women in sub-Saharan countries because of tales that having intercourse with women with a lack of melanin cures HIV. Which means that a lot of lower-class albino women have HIV, in that part of Africa.
6) Lactose-intolerance is of some of the highest percentage in Finland. A very pale country. And when making the cow Botswanian (yup, there's the problem again) I was like Finland is the complete opposite geographically and culturally. But since Finland doesn't actually have a large albino inhabitant percentage compared to Botswana... irony is again at a loss.
7) Anyway irony does win a bit. A cow is lactose-intolerant. I have no clue if this can even happen, or if it may actually be a common enzyme for cows to lack.
Oh. And the satellite is the moon.
Think, what story does this remind you of?
The blog that was so pleasantly placid and picturesque.
The blog that is now so horridly muddled and dirtied.
Sweden didn't numb me for long. I'm back at it.
Torturing you little over-exasperatingly-avidly-curious-just-got-to-read-this people.
Now, that cow. Well
1) My brain is half dead as I write this, and the genitive of Botswana is completely nonexistent
2) Which is actually sad (whether you think it is or not, is extremely irrelevant, because I think it is, which is all that really matters, as this is my blog post... word) as I wanted to write 'Botswanian cow' or 'Bosnian cow' (which probably indicates another cultural heritage, but WTF)... anyway, I could not, as my brain deserted me without the knowledge of how to properly indicate that the cow was from freaking Botswana-- in one word format.
3) NOT NECESSARY information at all, but auto-correct wanted to correct 'freaking' to 'phreaking' which according to some deep-web (not) searching, is actually a slang term for experimenting (in a hacking sort of way) with the telecommunications network.
4) NECESSARY information regarding the NOT NECESSARY information. I have no idea why my computer would have stored the word phreaking in its dictionary.
5) I also chose to make the cow albino... because it's ironically un-Botswanian ( %&*$ , that's just going to have to be a word). Or so I thought. But then I read a little about the topic. And it turns out that sub-Saharan countries have the most recurring albino genetic percentage. And, even though Botswana wasn't listed on the list of most common sub-Saharan countries, it's still associated with the area, making it awkward for me because it is completely un-ironic. The chance of an albino vertebrae is very common in Botswana and I was trying to make something sound un-situationally accurate and I made it accurate. I read more about the topic, and unveiled a lot of troubling facts. There is an active market in Tanzania for albino human body parts to be used in witchcraft. There are multiple rape reports of albino women in sub-Saharan countries because of tales that having intercourse with women with a lack of melanin cures HIV. Which means that a lot of lower-class albino women have HIV, in that part of Africa.
6) Lactose-intolerance is of some of the highest percentage in Finland. A very pale country. And when making the cow Botswanian (yup, there's the problem again) I was like Finland is the complete opposite geographically and culturally. But since Finland doesn't actually have a large albino inhabitant percentage compared to Botswana... irony is again at a loss.
7) Anyway irony does win a bit. A cow is lactose-intolerant. I have no clue if this can even happen, or if it may actually be a common enzyme for cows to lack.
Oh. And the satellite is the moon.
Think, what story does this remind you of?
Summer Sweets
Sweden has numbed my mind when it comes to creating ecstatically perplexing blog posts.
In fact, until now, its numbed my posting.
Not a single post until today.
And today is our Namesday Fest. A celebration to honor each and everyone or our namesdays that we miss during our time in the traditionally-tradition-less USA. In many European countries each day has a set of names that belong to it. Alexandra is on the 17th of February and so on...
Anyway this is our cake :)
In fact, until now, its numbed my posting.
Not a single post until today.
And today is our Namesday Fest. A celebration to honor each and everyone or our namesdays that we miss during our time in the traditionally-tradition-less USA. In many European countries each day has a set of names that belong to it. Alexandra is on the 17th of February and so on...
Anyway this is our cake :)
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Windows Help Center
Internet Explorer crashed, which, if you have ever used a school computer, you know happens frequently.
Windows sent me a message saying that my browser had crashed because of a problem, and that they would look into the problem. Several miserable seconds later, the windows help center pops up with a message saying that they know why my browser crashed, and guess what? It was because of a problem. Yes, you read that right. A problem. The problem that caused Internet Explorer to crash was a problem. I never would have guessed. Really...
New low, Windows. New low.
Wait, did I forget to mention that they failed to find any solution to the problem, and recommended closing the browser and restarting it to see if it was fixed? Doesn't that sound like a magical just-try-your-luck solution to you?
There's a very good reason I prefer Macs. They don't assume the consumer is dumb. Like seriously Windows, who actually falls for that? Do you think that's good customer service? All you're good for is laughs.
(There was once a gingerbread man that enjoyed the sights of the Ivory Coast and travelled there often with his companion Mr. Menopause.)
ATTENTION, if you think I wrote the sentence, you might want to consider the style in which Alexandra posts and notice that she has abused her founding privileges to edit my post, WHICH I DO NOT APPRECIATE!
Windows sent me a message saying that my browser had crashed because of a problem, and that they would look into the problem. Several miserable seconds later, the windows help center pops up with a message saying that they know why my browser crashed, and guess what? It was because of a problem. Yes, you read that right. A problem. The problem that caused Internet Explorer to crash was a problem. I never would have guessed. Really...
New low, Windows. New low.
Wait, did I forget to mention that they failed to find any solution to the problem, and recommended closing the browser and restarting it to see if it was fixed? Doesn't that sound like a magical just-try-your-luck solution to you?
There's a very good reason I prefer Macs. They don't assume the consumer is dumb. Like seriously Windows, who actually falls for that? Do you think that's good customer service? All you're good for is laughs.
(There was once a gingerbread man that enjoyed the sights of the Ivory Coast and travelled there often with his companion Mr. Menopause.)
ATTENTION, if you think I wrote the sentence, you might want to consider the style in which Alexandra posts and notice that she has abused her founding privileges to edit my post, WHICH I DO NOT APPRECIATE!
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Because of Siblings
If you have siblings, you knows that they are everywhere in your life. You can't avoid them. You see them whether you want to or not; they're in the kitchen eating your cookies, hogging the bathroom in the morning, making a mess in the living room. But most of all, you here them, yelling "Mom Mom Mom" or "Dad Dad Dad" or "that's not fair. That's sexist. That's age-ist". Which means you also hear all the stupid things they say all the time.
So i ask you, what is the stupidest phrase you have publically repeated that your siblings said first? One if those ones where you go " I can't believe i just said that. That was such a ________ (insert sibling's name)"
Before I left for Jamaica, my mom and I were having a disagreement and I told her to "stop being an evil platypus".
So i ask you, what is the stupidest phrase you have publically repeated that your siblings said first? One if those ones where you go " I can't believe i just said that. That was such a ________ (insert sibling's name)"
Before I left for Jamaica, my mom and I were having a disagreement and I told her to "stop being an evil platypus".
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Big Sur
I am here now!
It is so amazingly beautiful and I am loving every moment!
Crazy amazing huge cliffs and rocks and waves and birds and fog. I love this place oh so so much.
Here are a few of my favorite photos of this magical place: