Hello.
It's finals week. I also got an iPad for my birthday. It is a week of F words. Finals. FIFA on the iPad. And... well, whatever other F words you wish to include.
FIFA my teams have been West Ham United in the Premiere League, Ipswich City in the FA Champions League, and Côte d'Ivoire for everything else.
Drogba!
Well, that's all I had.
Love,
Zac
Monday, December 10, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Moody's Corner - Little Things
It's been a while since I last posted and we're all very sorry. Well those of us who still post are anyway. Finals are coming up soon so I'm gonna keep this one short and sweet. Here's a list of little things that bother me:
1. Sharing spoons and straws.
Forks, knives, and sporks are all fine. Somehow it's the idea of having to share a utensil that is used mostly by pressing one's lips against it really bothers me. I won't even share spoons with my immediate family.
2. When someone licks my ice cream.
Again this goes back to the spoon idea. No one else's tongue belongs on my delectable combination of sugar, dairy, and rainbows.
3. When people make gross sounds with their mouths.
What is worse than someone smacking their lips or swishing goodness-knows-what inside their mouths when I'm close enough to hear it? The answer is bad haircuts. Or someone licking my ice cream. But that's it! It's like, the third worst sound in existence.
4. Someone arguing with me about a topic that is purely opinion based.
Now I don't mean those fun arguments that occur just for the humor of the situation. For example people arguing that country music is good is just hilarious. I'm talking about someone arguing with me that The Hills is a good show. Or that Twilight is well written. That's up to you. It really doesn't matter to me what your opinion on the subject is, so why would you care if I dislike it?
5. Poor grammar or spelling on facebook.
I am a total hypocrite on this one. My English is still elementary at best. But when someone posts a status on facebook that looks like this:
Read that status of the guy whose name is in black and burred. He spelled basically everything wrong.
As a disclaimer I definitely spelled something wrong or used poor grammar at some point in this tirade. Haters gonna hate I guess. Or maybe YOLO is appropriate in this situation... I really don't get YOLO still.
6. YOLO
What does that even mean? You only live once right? Shouldn't that mean you take care of yourself better and don't participate in stupid activities? Oh well.
7. Instagram.
I never get as many likes as my artistically filtered photos of food deserve.
8. Bros.
If your door has a sign on it that says, "No fat chicks," I don't like you. I use the term 'bro' as a replacement for a more offensive, yet situationally appropriate word that I won't put up on the interwebs.
9. Smells
My nose is somewhat sensitive to scents and odors. I don't like things that smell bad. Or things that smell too strongly. Examples include paint, garbage, sewage, and that smell of potatoes that have been rotting on the floor for 2 months.
10. When people list their grievances.
... Dang it.
If you're taking the time to read this then you're the best internet followers I've ever had and I love you very much.
Wish us all luck with finals!
Moody
UPDATE:
This girl is trying sticking up for bad spelling, and we can't have that can we?
1. Sharing spoons and straws.
Forks, knives, and sporks are all fine. Somehow it's the idea of having to share a utensil that is used mostly by pressing one's lips against it really bothers me. I won't even share spoons with my immediate family.
2. When someone licks my ice cream.
Again this goes back to the spoon idea. No one else's tongue belongs on my delectable combination of sugar, dairy, and rainbows.
3. When people make gross sounds with their mouths.
What is worse than someone smacking their lips or swishing goodness-knows-what inside their mouths when I'm close enough to hear it? The answer is bad haircuts. Or someone licking my ice cream. But that's it! It's like, the third worst sound in existence.
4. Someone arguing with me about a topic that is purely opinion based.
Now I don't mean those fun arguments that occur just for the humor of the situation. For example people arguing that country music is good is just hilarious. I'm talking about someone arguing with me that The Hills is a good show. Or that Twilight is well written. That's up to you. It really doesn't matter to me what your opinion on the subject is, so why would you care if I dislike it?
I am a total hypocrite on this one. My English is still elementary at best. But when someone posts a status on facebook that looks like this:
Read that status of the guy whose name is in black and burred. He spelled basically everything wrong.
As a disclaimer I definitely spelled something wrong or used poor grammar at some point in this tirade. Haters gonna hate I guess. Or maybe YOLO is appropriate in this situation... I really don't get YOLO still.
6. YOLO
What does that even mean? You only live once right? Shouldn't that mean you take care of yourself better and don't participate in stupid activities? Oh well.
7. Instagram.
I never get as many likes as my artistically filtered photos of food deserve.
8. Bros.
If your door has a sign on it that says, "No fat chicks," I don't like you. I use the term 'bro' as a replacement for a more offensive, yet situationally appropriate word that I won't put up on the interwebs.
9. Smells
My nose is somewhat sensitive to scents and odors. I don't like things that smell bad. Or things that smell too strongly. Examples include paint, garbage, sewage, and that smell of potatoes that have been rotting on the floor for 2 months.
10. When people list their grievances.
... Dang it.
If you're taking the time to read this then you're the best internet followers I've ever had and I love you very much.
Wish us all luck with finals!
Moody
UPDATE:
This girl is trying sticking up for bad spelling, and we can't have that can we?
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesdays with Ian - Keep Your Options Open?
Every time I am compelled to order something at a restaurant with more than 3 things on the menu (ie hamburger, cheeseburger, bacon burger), it necessitates an almost unparalleled herculean act of decision-making and resolve. And even with only three choices, it can get pretty complicated. Am I willing to spend more money on extra strips of bacon in order to satisfy my appetite for grease and fatty meat or will I be equally satisfied with the normal hamburger at a reduced cost? The repercussions of a misstep or poor decision could be too ghastly to contemplate or, as I learned in Chinese class the other day, 不堪设想。
Judging by the paralysis induced by as simple a decision such as the aforementioned entree selection, just imagine the abject trepidation caused by a vastly more important decision, such as deciding whether Colgate is the brand of toothpaste for me or if Crest is more favorable choice where my dental hygiene is concerned.
In all seriousness though, to be a young university student in the 21st century is to navigate an ocean of decisions about the future in a 1-man rowboat of experience. In a biological sense, I am a stem-cell attempting to determine what course of differentiation will lead to fulfillment, satisfaction and future self-actualization. Do I want to be a heart-tissue cell, skin cell, brain cell, muscle cell? Musician, dermatologist, rocket scientist, mechanical engineer? The possibilities are endless... but the question is, which is best?
Here's another question. Does it matter that much? Sometimes I wish it was just like the old days and you did whatever your father did and called it quits. Who says my life wouldn't be just as happy and fulfilling if I was a blacksmith like my good ol' pop! (He's not really a blacksmith if you're wondering...) Or a farmer or doctor or whatever. The point is, in a world of outsourcing and specialization, why can't decision-making be left to some omniscient, benevolent being bent on our eternal welfare?
Unfortunately, said all-knowing being likely understands the importance of me making decisions on my own.
Bottom line is: I have far too many options.
Judging by the paralysis induced by as simple a decision such as the aforementioned entree selection, just imagine the abject trepidation caused by a vastly more important decision, such as deciding whether Colgate is the brand of toothpaste for me or if Crest is more favorable choice where my dental hygiene is concerned.
In all seriousness though, to be a young university student in the 21st century is to navigate an ocean of decisions about the future in a 1-man rowboat of experience. In a biological sense, I am a stem-cell attempting to determine what course of differentiation will lead to fulfillment, satisfaction and future self-actualization. Do I want to be a heart-tissue cell, skin cell, brain cell, muscle cell? Musician, dermatologist, rocket scientist, mechanical engineer? The possibilities are endless... but the question is, which is best?
Here's another question. Does it matter that much? Sometimes I wish it was just like the old days and you did whatever your father did and called it quits. Who says my life wouldn't be just as happy and fulfilling if I was a blacksmith like my good ol' pop! (He's not really a blacksmith if you're wondering...) Or a farmer or doctor or whatever. The point is, in a world of outsourcing and specialization, why can't decision-making be left to some omniscient, benevolent being bent on our eternal welfare?
Unfortunately, said all-knowing being likely understands the importance of me making decisions on my own.
Bottom line is: I have far too many options.
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| Oh if only the air was this clear... |
Monday, December 3, 2012
Comeback
Dear Folks,
I have been slacking on posting my regular Monday blog post. My deepest and most sincere apologies to people that wait around for Mondays just to read my mediocre writing. I know that this is a small group, so, I also extend my apology to all who may read this.
But, this has inspired me for my post today. My comeback post...
I have been slacking on posting my regular Monday blog post. My deepest and most sincere apologies to people that wait around for Mondays just to read my mediocre writing. I know that this is a small group, so, I also extend my apology to all who may read this.
But, this has inspired me for my post today. My comeback post...
LL Cool J said it best...
The Red Sox did it in 2004, coming back from a 3-0 deficit to beat the Yankees in the ALCS en route to their World Series Title to end "the curse."
AC/DC did it after the death of lead singer Bon Scott with Brian Johnson and Back In Black
"Don't call it a comeback,"
Zac
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