that other guy’s thoughts

After what I’m going through right now, I’m starting to lose faith in the academic system. Not YOUR academic system, mine, as in KU Aerospace Engineering. Your system is crap, but I already knew that. For some reason however, I had always thought that this department, and as engineering in general, was somehow better.

Different? Yes. Better? No.
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okay, I’m done gloating…not!

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Justice hath been served today by the football gods, as our might blue-clad warriors defeated the black scourge of the earth orginating from the god-fosaken place known as Columbia.

and oh-yeah, the goal post no longer reside within the stadium. And it’s all because of the Karma we aerospace engineers created yesterday. The word of yesterday was “Mother F’er” literally, we even censored it. But we specifically set aside today word, a full 24 hours early. Today’s word of the day my friends, is goalpost.

and just for good measure….

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just a heads up for now. I’m in the middle of a 5 tests, 2 reports, and 4 assignments in 8 days stretch. So, updates have been shallow and few. Bear with me and it will all turn out okay.

Given the massive diversity of political thought, the minimal representation of that thought in the pop media, and the Internet’s notorious reputation for being massively diverse in every aspect, I shall venture out on a quest.

It shall be a quest for the ages. I will personally take every possible political quiz/test that I can find, and critique them all. And in the end crown a true champion of political sundries. All whilst keeping you in my own personal beltway.

Onward ho! I’ve set up an objective scale for rating the tests. I will rate every test I take on the following criteria. (All ratings based on a 1-5 scale)

1. Shear depth of coverage (3 questions ain’t gonna cut it)
2. Practical Question asking (reality is practical, and abstraction would earn you kudos)
3. Severity of slanted questioning (it’s all in how you phrase the question)
4. Data stacking (multiple questions asking the same things, for reason of obscuring the final data)
5. Reasonable answer interpretation (a.k.a. sanity check)
6. Accurate representation of existing Political Groups/Leaders (self explanatory)
7. Bonus Points (to award as I see fit, up to 10 points)

I will post the total score, any personal notes I may have, and my political classification according to the test maker.

Amen.

My plan to establish a scholarship available only to white middle-class males must now be rushed into production. Because a 15-year-old girl in California (of all places?) is clearly hot on my trail (except of course for that gender restriction) by establishing a Caucasian Club at her high school. I have the age advantage but she is motivated, it’ll be tough race.

The NAACP, is of course all peeved off at somebody else starting a club not focused on them. What else is new? And what else does this remind me of?

I’m glad you asked:

The Fighting Whites; an intramural basketball team at CU who picked their name to show all us evil white oppressors what it’s like to have a horribly demeaning sports team named after our ancestors.

To bad we all think it’s awesome! And now they’re selling all sorts of paraphernalia and profiting from their “oppression”, we’ll if it weren’t about white people that would be the case.

All of this leads me to one inevitable conclusion. We Caucasians, as a group, are much more tolerant, lenient, and have a better collective sense of humor than the NAACP and other established representatives of the “minority” culture. All in all, we care much more about putting kids through college, not getting blown to shreds by bombs, and why the hell the government needs 33% of our money. Than we care about what somebody somewhere wants to say about people we’ve never met and have been dead for decades.

“Sitting in class without food in your stomach is like a rocket sitting on the pad without any jet fuel”

-from a Lawrence Hy-Vee comerical I saw today

On Saturday the house had our normal formal pledging ceremony, where the new guys in house have their parents come up and watch them recite a 4 sentence long pledging statement, and its a wholly ceremonial thing except for the naming of pledge dads.

In case you don’t know, which is basically all of you. A pledge dad is someone who specifically looks out for you during your pledge semester. He’s the guy that notices when you’re have a crappy week, and who you can go to talk about how crappy things are going with your girlfriend, how much you hate your parents, and the general suckiness of your first semester. It’s definitely a good thing, and thus far the only positive system wide Greek thing in existence.

So this Saturday I got my first pledge son, Russell. He’s a freshman AE and skipped a grade in high school, so he’s only 17 right now, but more on him at a later date. Anyway, being the ever-loving father that I am, I told him last night that I would take him out to eat tonight since his family couldn’t come up from Texas this weekend and everybody else was hanging out with their parents.

Well low and behold, I was studying for my 4 tests that happen in the next week, and it instantaneously became 8:30 and I’d blown off the only promise I’d ever made to the only quasi-child I’ve ever had.

Maybe this is why I ain’t getting no love from da ladies.

“I haven’t seen a starting nine like that since the ‘62 Mets.”

-Denis Miller, refering to the Democratic presidential candidates.

if you don’t get it, do some research on the ‘62 Mets.

I’m a one way motorway
I’m the one that drives away
then follows you back home
I’m a street light shining
im a wild light blinding bright
burning off alone

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

I’m a new day rising
I’m a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I’m a little divided
do i stay or run away
and leave it all behind?

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

-Foo Fighters Times Like These

because I have nothing else to say right now

So I was doing my laundry this evening, as being the college student that I am I crunch absolutely everything into the least number of loads possible. I was also raised to do my own laundry (mama dun raised me rite) I normally split it all into 3 loads; Colors, Whites, in betweenies. Whites also includes my gray t-shirts because gray is almost like white…right?

Now that we’re done with the background info I’ll let you in on the weirdness. When I pulled my load of whites/grays out of the dryer all of my gray t-shirts were significantly warmer that my white clothes (this is after a 45 minute delay because I forgot about the load) They were all sitting in the same dryer for the same time, the only foreseeable difference is the colors. I have no idea why this happened.

theories? guesses? please leave me a comment.

editor’s note: don’t even try to suggest that the temperature difference is due to the same reason that wearing darker clothes outside makes you warmer, that is purely do to light refraction properties of colors, and it is decidedly black inside the dryer