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Comic #1 is out, so... check it at http://routinelyspontaneous.blogspot.com/ 

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warm melty butter.

mmmm potatoes....

Wunning.

So I went running this morning to my gracious friend, Neil and rested at his abode on top of a fairly large hill. It was a fun run, mostly because I didn't have to go to school for another 3 hours while everyone else was busy getting ready for their torturous classes. 

I took Max with me because my mother would not allow me to go without him. She accuses me of not loving him when I don't give him some excersize too. It's fairly annoying though since he expends all of his energy at the beginning and then slows me down by the end. 

Speaking of Max, he was shivering last night and it was so very sad that I let him sleep under the covers with me. Poor thing, all shaved and naked. Once he gets his fur back I think he'll be more happy.

Sticky Keys

I hate when I hit shift a bunch of times and the sticky key window pops up. Especially after I've already told it "No!"

It's like a retarded dog that keeps wanting to go on a walk even though it only has one leg and I really don't love it anymore anyway. I just kind of want it to die so I can get on with my life.

Sticky keys suck.

Footsies

We had a QCC (Socratic Seminar) in my English class today, and I noticed how people twitch their feet.

Some people did it constantly for the entire hour of QCCing, while others didn't do it at all (as far as I could see) while others still did it every now and then.

I wonder what dictates in a person how often they move their feet. I also wonder, if they were to become self conscious of it, as I was, would they continue to do it?

I wonder how often I do it without realizing it, and scarier than that, what else do I do without realizing it?

Whiiiiiiimper

I had a dream that my dad was living in this crazy MC Escher kind of house that was haunted. He had a t-shirt and touristy kind of shop in his living room. Most of the shirts said something along the lines of "I bought your boyfriend but I eated him." or something similar. It was all very creepy and bloodstained.

Who's ready for Halloween? 

MOOSACK

I love when I find a new source of good music (ie a band that doesn't suck). It's so rewarding feeling. I sort of feel like I'm a part of the music now since I know it and can sing it and spread it.

In other news I took a 45 minute telephone survey on entertainment and communication. I think it was the digital service provider's attempting to see if they can raise prices because one of the questions was "If cox raised prices, on a scale of whatever to whatever, how willing would you be to switch providers." 

The woman on the phone was nice though so I thought I should help her out.

The thing is, I have a quota at Sears for credit card applications and it sucks when your boss gets pissed because you don't reach your quota. I didn't want that to happen to someone else if I could help it.

How Nice It Is...

when a teacher asks you to takes notes in class, then asks you to take notes on a reading that covers exactly what was in the class discussion. It's like goD saying you have a nice day now, don't worry about the homework, it has been taken care of. 

=)

Emo

I'm hating most people right about now.

Not going into any details though.

Why Sears Sucks pt. 2

It's really hot. Really really hot. Sweltering hot. The air conditioning broke awhile ago and they are too cheap to fix it. We also used to have portable fans but now we cannot. The reason: "It's not customer friendly."

That means, rather than having a nice cool place for our 8 hour work days, we have to suffer through it as the customer suffers for the 10 minutes they are in the store. 

Coffee

I don't put milk in my coffee. I put coffee in my milk.

Dream Log or rather Dream Stick

Weird dreams last night. Imagine the sound of music, but modern day with bamboo sticks instead of guns. Also I was fighting myself because I wasn't myself. I, my dream self (not Albert) was being held captive in some sort of jail thing. Kind of a cross between a nazi detention center and Valve's Portal factory thing. Anyway, I escaped from the prison 3 times but I had to come back. Mostly because my moronic friends, yes you guys were there too, couldn't figure out when it was a good time to make a run for it. It was an exciting dream but it ended with a showdown between Albert and myself. We were both standing in the river, holding bamboo sticks like swords. I have 3 sticks in one hand and I'm about to make a finishing blow when Albert pulls out a pouch of poison dust. He tells me that if I kill him the pouch will drop into the water and we'd all die. Then my alarm clock went off before I could finish the bastard.

Why Sears Sucks

Besides the obvious lack of service, terrible pricing system and how so many of the people who work there are not fit for the gene pool, Sears has this moronic policy about closing.

First off, they force the cashiers to do the job of the MCAs after the store closes. This is a horrible strategy because cashiers generally have no idea where stuff goes and we just wander around aimlessly for awhile looking for places to stash the go backs.

Second, Sears has a strict clock punch schedule which is really dumb since when I signed up they said we have a 6 minute period of leeway both clocking in and out. I clocked out 4 minutes early today and they had a hissy fit.

Thirdly, the managers tell us cashiers to close before the listed closing time. The Loss-Pervention guys tell us that we cannot close before closing time due to store policy nation wide. See, this puts me in a dilema. Do I directly disobey my manager or invoke the wrath of a short fat balding guy who carries a long piece of plastic pipeing as if it were a quarterstaff?

Working sucks.

Calendar

I just realized my cute kitty calendar is still on August. The spetember one is so cute though. I feel as if I have been missing out for 18 days. It has these two little kitties in a pot and one of the kittens has the other's head in its paws and it looks like its head is being ripped off. 

CUTE

Yonder Fruit

Apple Pie.

Why does it taste so much better from the Solvang Pie Co.?

It's like 15 dollars per pie.

You can get the crappy ones from Albertsons for 5 bucks.

/want

Inbar's Right

Blogging is fairly addicting. I think this is because it is a boredom outlet. If you have nothing better to do, you might as well write down what's on your mind. Kind of interesting how rather than have a topic in mind, I make one up after clicking on the new post button. I think Mr. Z would be proud of me for writing like this.Or would he? Am I being blog centered? The whole centered thing is kind of BS anyway, at least for people with moderate intelligence. 

I ned fre3 monies plez.

So here's the deal.

I can buy prom tickets for X amount of money. I can also buy a senior activity card for Y amount of money. 

I can get one free prom ticket+ a free activity card if I sell 32 magazine subscriptions. 

I can buy 32 subscriptions myself for 192 dollars.

If X +Y Is less than 192 I save money.

Chances are X+Y will be about 250.

Last year, prom tickets were around $110 each and activity cards approximately $125 which means I can buy the magz and save money but I would be directly hurting the school's resource pool. The average magazine sale is $20 and I would be buying 32 copies of a $6 magazine. 

So since they take into consideration the price of the items given as prices and the average amount of money brought in, I am highly undercutting what they would expect to get.

Am I morally wrong to want to save my own money by doing this?

Economically (as my econ textbook says) it is perfectly within reason to look out for my own self-intrest without being selfish. Our country is based on the premise that by using my mind, I can get ahead in life.

Should I not do this?

Le Bored

I suggest all of you read this list when you get bored and try a few of them.

http://www.urban75.org/useless/bored.html

They actually can be pretty entertaining.

Penguins. damn.

Error

I hate when quicktime, flash or java applications say they need the appropriate program to play.

SO you spend 5 minutes doing the automatic installation only to find that it failed.

Next step is to do the manual installation and if you're really unlucky, that too fails. 

Chrome, I thought I could love you, and then, you forced me to use FireFox instead. 

Regarding My Eggs

I just cracked open an egg to eat for breakfast...mmm sunny side up....anyway, it had 2 egg yolks in it. Twin baby eggs lol! I wonder what would have happened if it had been allowed to mature. Would both baby chicks have just died?

In any case it was really strange to see. 

had to do a double take to make sure I didn't use two eggs but no, my second one was still uncracked and full.

3 for the price of 2. Woohoo!

Dreamscape

So last night I had this dream, right? What happened was I was in a classroom and the teacher's pets got out of their cage or something. They were "birds" but they looked like a cross between snakesor lizards and some sort of grasshopper like insect. They could fly or slither along the ground. 

The crazy thing is they bit through a huge piece of styrofoam in one bite. The teacher used the styrofoam because it was handy, he said they could bite through your arm too. 

Imagine a 5 inch "bird-snake" biting through a 5'x5' thing of styrofoam in one bite.

SCARY!

Button of Evil

You know what I hate? When you hit backspace and instead of deleting one letter it takes you to the last page you were on. It is so annoying because most of the time you lose what you were trying to write completely. 

generic thoughtful title

I just got back from a fairly long run and it is pretty amazing how good it feels.

The only reason I went is because I don't want to be a magic centered person =p

I was in the process of buying a draft on modo when I realized, this is an unhealthy habit.

Next thing I know I'm 3 miles away, dehydrated, blistered on my feetcicles, and feeling happy.

I really suggest that people just run until they can't anymore in a direction that's not predetermined. It's an adventure!

DARN YOU CRAPPY FRICKS TO HECK.

Are substitution words for curse words really that okay to say?

Of course they are "more socially acceptable." Should we have this double standard though? The words mean the same thing, just more 'politely.' 

Don't we all know what they stand for?

When someone says "darn" don't you assume you know the context of what the person really means?

It's more than guilt by association. They are, in essence, the same words. 

Toe-mate-oh or tuh-mot-oh?

ZzZ

Ever have one of those moments that you wish you could just zone out. Not because it's bad or you're too good for something or anything like that.

Just seeking the pure feeling of relief and quiet you can get by being away from it all? 

Sometimes I wish I could do that more readily. 

Jeez, people who can fall asleep at a whim are so lucky. 

People who fall asleep without meaning to are quite the opposite though.

I feel for the people who need medication to sleep. What hell would it be to go through life without the ability to just relax for awhile. 

::drool::

I want a Wacom Cintiq.

Anyone want to spare me 2 grand?

It's for a good cause, I swear.

(Good cause in the sense that I will not be murdering children with it which is usually a good thing)

Job Well Done

I think today was pretty productive as far as planning for Routinely Spontaneous. =)

I'm begging to have a story line that makes sense. 

In other news, I saw Burn After Reading. Going into it, I didn't know what to expect. I didn't realize it was a comedy until past halfway in, and even then I wasn't convinced. Overall it was a pretty good movie though. Doesn't make much sense, but is an enjoyable way to spend 2 hours. 

There was this creepy and yet nice old lady who was probably a little bit senile in line for the movie. She...scratched our backs, quite literally. It was so stunning I didn't even do anything. How do you respond to a complete stranger doing that? Luckily she only had 2 arms and there were 3 of us. So I asked her to scratch Inbar too, and I was able to make a run for it. 

Just gotta run faster than the slowest guy, eh?

Also I gave a quarter to a bum even though he said he was going to buy beer with it. 

Is it bad to feed an addiction, even though it's out of charity?

Would it be worse to walk away, pockets jingling?

I'm paying for his happiness, his vice, because that's the only way he thinks he can get it and this is possibly true. Is that any worse than buying a friend WoW? Similar addictive qualities. It's still a stretch, I know. 

Don't Kill Me

This one is going out to Inbar. Guys can like hearts too you know.

I'm a Gift to You

Shadows

It sucks that I'm so much less talented at art than Katy. I can't even digitally enhance the art we have for scene one of Routinely Spontaneous (which will probably be debueing next week) because I can't figure out how to shade the people and whatnot correctly. I can only hope, in time, I get better at it. 

Dreams

Well, It's sort of fuzzy by now, but I had an interesting dream...

Ms. Harblson was teaching some sort of senior class that was required to graduate. For some reason, it involved going down a crazy long waterslide like thing, except it was an underground river (sort of like in Willie Wonka). Anyway, I go down it and get to the bottom, only to find out theres some sort of problem solving contraption or something in order to get back up.

Basically it was either solve a series of puzzles or die. Later on, I attempt to do it again so that I can help someone else in my class, only to be stopped by Mr. Zanius. (there is also a cute black bat that rubs against my hand and it feels weird like a cats tongue). He preaches to me about how the government doesn't keep our water clean enough, at this time I notice the disgusting smells and ...things...in the water, so I rush out of there. I decide I need to take a shower with celerity or else some bizzare disease would infect me. I hurry over to Danny's house and ask to use his shower. He says yes and I run in and attempt to start it. Turns out there are 3 shower nozzles and they are all pointing in different directions, but it is a cubicle shower and very small. Horrible design for a shower anyway. I exit the shower and at this point I learned that Danny has gotten a sex change so that he can be more philandering (don't ask me why). And then my alarm went off. 

Funny part is, this entire dream happened between 6:45 and 7:00 but it seemed to have taken hours. 

Drowning In Air

It sucks to have great ideas and something you really want to do but no way to actually do it by yourself.

Luckily I have someone that can help me in my struggle. 

Also brainstorming is fun.

Go Gay Hairstylist Friend! 

My Muse

I hate when I'm hit by inspiration and then forget/have no outlet to my thoughts. I wish I could get internet on my phone or just have the patience and concentration to write in paper form. But I just don't. 

Maybe I should carry around one of those voice recorders. 

ClickBEEEP...Kill Innocent Villagers Sometime Past 7PM Tonight. Click.

Lyfe N' Stuf

I wonder what to do with my life. There are so many options and I feel like I'll pick the wrong one. I assume that's normal but still.

Business major?

Computer Science?

English?

It's interesting how we aren't taught more about this. It seems like one of the most important choices in our lives. 

Don't Wake Me Up I Plan On Sleeping In

It's rather annoying when a teacher springs a major test on you with more or less no warning. My progress report grade is balanced on how well I do today. Normally I wouldn't care, but my mother would kill me if I got a C or something. In any case, I'll have to go against my grain and study for once. 

Young Folks By Peter Bjorn and John is awesome.

Why Can't I Treat Them as They Should be?

It's rather simple actually, you have to have a different attitude towards one's workplace than you would if you were the customer. Waiting a week and a half for a paycheck that is overdue on top of standing around for 20 minutes waiting for a manager is simply unacceptable. There were even 2 cashiers waiting for change from the money box too. Since we only have around 5 people cashiering at a time, almost half of the employees that should have been helping customers were hung up waiting around for a manager to show up and give them change. If only this had happened yesterday, when the corporate people were visiting. I don't mean to sound too bitter, but they shouldn't treat the employees as if they do not matter. I spent $53 there yesterday, I deserve some assistance too. Eventually I got my $277 and was able to hit the new Habit and enjoy some grade A American cuisine, stuff that rots you from the inside out. Not a complete waste of an hour.

/DoD\

Luck Vs. Karma

Which one should you place your money on, so to speak, in games of betting and chance? 

Luck is freely given, with little to no effort involved. Does this make it the better way to go? All you have to do is kill a rabbit, or find some sort of pawn shop where feet are sold. Or you could de-shoe a horse and turn it "U-like" above your bed or door. Blowing on dice is said to increase your chances of a lucky roll. 

Karma on the other hand takes conscious effort to obtain. You have to do good in order for good to be done upon you. Give a penny: find a dollar, sort of thing. Karma as well as luck can go badly for you as well. You  have to have constant vigilance in order to stop yourself from huge negative reprocussions, if this is how you view your chances. If the give a penny: find a dollar analogy is to be used, shouldn't it also work, steal a penny: lose a dollar? Think about how much stealing that pack of gum is. 100 bucks for a pack of gum? NO THANKS.

You could go the route that there is no luck, only probablities. That coin is 50% heads and 50% tails. Thinking like this; however, make one feel that there is no way they can control their fate.

SO whatever you believe, do good and carry that foot, maybe it'll work out better for you that way. =)

/DoD\

Stupid Brain and Its Corrupt Memory Banks

Every time I dream something amazing, my mind loses it within minutes of waking up. I can hardly fathom the thousands of dreams I must have had and do not remember. It saddens me since it feels as though a part of me dies everytime I wake up. 

On a different note. Econ is so simple and yet so confusing. =(

/DoD\

That One Guy

Do you ever see that one guy? You know the one. He sits by himself out of the spotlight, never the center of attention, but always hovering near by. Why does society feel that the taciturn man is a wimp or some downtrodden moron, in either case something less than looking at? Maybe, If you got to know him better, you would open your eyes. But always open them little by little, it's hard to see when blinded by reality. Your social norms, how many are utter BS? Why follow them? Of course, why would you reject them flat out either? In any case you're not thinking for yourself. All I'll leave you with is this: talk to that guy, you wish you had. I know I do. 

/DoD\

Old Stuff, Just Thought I'd Transfer It Over

I have created a so called cult under the name of Moogleism. Our philosophy is that moogles (Yes the cute little fuzzy critters in FinalFantasy Games) actually are superior beings that control everything and created everything. The Moogle Gods put themselves into the video games in order to begin the humans begin worshing them but the greedy video game designers at Square Soft or Square Enix (depending on the date) thought the games would sell better with a non-religous and non-moogle main character plot. Therfore they changed the script that the Moogle Gods gave to them in a dream and made a large amount of money. The Moogle Gods wanted them to be punished and sent an assassin to stop the creation of anymore FF games, but unfortunatley the assassin failed and more games are being produced.  How far fethched is this compared to other religions that are currently being worshiped. No offence to anyone of course, but how could a man I have never met die for me and for the sinning I have done. If he truley has I thank him, but next time please mind yor own buisness.  I have about 10 followers at the moment. I do not know how many I need for a cult to become a religion but i am hopeful that eventually enough crazed people will join for me to have those bragging rights.(This is where i lose most of my potential followers) Mooglism's goal is to get 51% of  the world populas to sign a charter that states that we have the right to blow up the sun. We do not know exactly why we want this. Since it is a very long shot to get over 3 billion people to sign a charter, I do believe that it is a  worthy goal. Of course we shall practice on the moon and mars before we target the sun. ~That Be That~

Essay ! (roughdraft)

            Our country is founded upon the concept of freedom. Americans are given a plethora of rights, such as free speech and the ability to hold free assembly, but are our thoughts and actions really free? People are terrified of being controlled and yet, unknowingly, they submit to the whims of past and present stimuli. I chose to write this paper as much as I chose to be a male or have chestnut hair or ten fingers. Before I could start this journey into my own thought process and choice of actions, my topic had already been decided for me. We all fit into place as a jigsaw puzzle does on game night at the old folks home, thus is the nature of determinism, and thus our lives are held in check. Parallel to this, libertarianism, states that people are able to break free of the system. Pretending to have sway over one’s life does not warp reality to the will of the person, and as such, there is no way to call “hacks” on life and alter the natural course of actions. In my life, I have found that my quirks and addictions, choices and thoughts, do not come into being, but rather, they were forced upon me and have shaped me as a person.

            In Aldous Huxley’s A Brave New World, prime examples of determinism are given regarding babies and how they develop which can be analogous with my life and how I developed. From an exceedingly early age, children become aware of their surroundings and learn from the atmosphere that permeates their environment. Scientists have conclusive evidence that children develop most before age three and this development is crucial to the psyche of the child. It will hold fast to basic concepts and these will be reflected in the personality of the child later on. “Till at last the child’s mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the child’s mind. And not the child’s mind only. The adult’s mind too-all his life long.” This holds true except for when more resent stimuli are able to undermine the foundation of knowledge in the child and alter it to something new. “There was always the risk of their reading something which might undesirably decondition one of their reflexes,” states that although a child may have learned something, it can be unlearned under the correct circumstances. An example in my life that is quite fitting to this is my interest in music. As a child, my father was the only close influence on my musical tastes. Due to this, I grew up liking classical rock, The Who, Buddy Holly, and many others. As I grew older, my friends were able to ‘inform’ me that what I enjoyed was not the social norm. Quickly I learned to adjust my tastes and now I sponsor an iTunes collection full of hard rock, punk, indie, and alternative. Without new stimuli, otherwise known as my friends, I would never have chosen to enjoy the music that I do today, because my father does not and would not have suggested it to me. There are many other examples of determinism in my life other than music, however, as every facet of my personality was shaped in one way or another by someone else.

            Sometimes it is intricate work to pick and pry until the reasons for traits can be identified. In other cases it is much easier, as it is with Magic: The Gathering for me. My good friend Danny Inbar brought a plague upon me in the form of the addicting game of Magic. Last week, I spent more than I made from my job at Sears on the card game, which as a fairly money-conscious person, I never thought I would. I never made the choice to go out and learn to play Magic; rather it was dumped on me by Inbar with no effort at all on my part. It is not as if I am complaining, since I certainly enjoy the activity; however, I am addicted. A metaphor to explain the phenomena of determinism is as follows: I am a living chalk board, nothing more than a surface for other people to write on. The same principle is true for other people, as I am written on; I continually pass the message on to other people, even without knowing it. It’s similar to the Law of Conservation of Matter and Energy. The traits that make up our personalities do not spontaneously “poof” into existence. They shift from person to person, changing forms along the way. Inbar drew on my chalk board; I learned the joys of Magic and then proceeded to pass them on to other people. The individuals affected by me drawing upon them could quite possibly continue the chain and find more people to affect. In this way it is like a virus, constantly spreading without any conscious effort and action. Once again, this is not a horrible thing to shy away from; it is just a fact of nature. Determinism shapes people due to information being passed around constantly.

            Although we cannot willingly change who we are, just as we cannot break the laws of physics, we are shaped into individuals by our past and present experiences. As a baby learns to like reading, or a teenager learns to drive, some outside force is always pushing them in a direction to become who they are and will be. People do not choose to become addicted, some spark ignited the fire that the addiction becomes. Rather than feeling bound and gagged due to fate’s hold on us, people should realize what happens will happen and worrying about it will not change anything. I am who I am because I was designed that way, and it feels good.

BREAKING

First off, It's pronounced AlBEAR Trail but if you know anything about me, you should already know that. 

Thirdly, I have yet to decide what to post on this. Rather a freeform barph of my inner thoughts and feelings sounds kind of nice. 

Fourthly, I will say what pleases me, deal with it.

Fifthly, I know I skipped secondly, that was to check if you're paying attention. If you missed it, please proceed to stab yourself repeatedly with a blunt object, preferably drenched in flaming liquid. 

/DoD\