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Name: Jarretachos
Country: United States
State: California
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Birthday: 1/11/1988
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Expertise: pissing off jessica


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Monday, April 21, 2008

Doctor Octavius.

Good evening, my name is Doctor Octavius and I have important news to share with you. This message comes with great weight- I am currently trapped within the moon. Little is it known that the moon is in fact not a dead piece of rock but serves as an observation station/tomato conservatory for what remains of the Soviet Elite. I was up here doing research on potential tomato based energy methods when we were subjected to some kind of cyber attack. Our computer systems have failed and I don’t imagine I can go much farther than this room- oxygen systems are more or less shot. In the mean time, however, I would suggest getting to the moon as soon as possible and rescue us from whatever has befallen us. It’s come to my attention that the orbit computer alignment cybernetic grid has been broken and the moon is about to crash into the Pacific Ocean, so I’d imagine it’s in your best interest to save us.

 

Grey Belvedere stood dumbfounded at this message that had appeared on his register. Until then, he had just been a cashier at Toys ‘R’ Us. He reached over to flick the switch to close his register.

 

“Jess, I’m taking my break!” Grey shouted, as he went to ponder what he was to do. It did not even occur to Grey that this was a hoax, because for some reason, heroes tend not to. Luckily for us, Grey had no reason to believe it was a hoax and the moon was indeed hurtling towards the earth. He decided it best to visit his mother.

 

As he drove to his mothers place in Delaware it became all too evident that he had spent far too much time driving cross country and far too little preventing the moon from hitting the earth, which it was in the process of doing at that very moment. A very large wave came crashing down upon Grey and his tiny Morris Mini and he, like the rest of North America, became submerged for exactly 3 months. Grey had proven terribly useless in a time of need and serves as proof of how useless toys r us is. Especially their employees.

 

Doctor Octavius, however, was still very much alive. He awoke amongst the debris of the ship and immediately started panicking because he thought there was no oxygen. After a few minutes of rolling on the floor he realized that he could breath and got to his feet.

 

“Well, that was interesting.” He thought to himself, and climbed out from under the shattered moon. He stood upon a crater (that was actually the pool) and looked around him. Everything was underwater except for a strange ramen stand. He waded over and took a seat at the bar. The owner was a bald Asian man with a fu Manchu- there were no other patrons.

 

“how is this shop still standing? I’d imagine the world was engulfed by a very large wave.”

 

The man just stared at him.

 

“well could I have some ramen at least?”

 

Dr. Octavius ate his bowl of ramen in silence. It was a bit salty, mostly because the Ramen shop had been sopped in ocean water moments before. He sat wondering what had become of the world, now that it was mostly underwater. He wondered about being Doctor Octavius. Certainly without society being a Doctor doesn’t mean much, right?

 

As he slurped his salty ramen, it became unfortunately obvious that the world wouldn’t be quite the same after being stuck underwater. It was just him, the ramen shack, and the silent ramen man for miles, in the new ocean of what used to be Midwest America.


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

A Note on Salad Theory

Salads have long stymied even the greatest of minds of vegetable tossing, but many advents in culinary theory have brought many of salads mysteries to light. Of particular interest is the elusive Salad Colouration Saturation Theory, which postulates that salads, in order to be appealing and, of course, tasty, must contain a minimum of four different colours. Any less will result in an entirely unsatisfactory salad. For example, green peppers with lettuce topped with artichoke hearts, and perhaps a garnishing of broccoli makes for a simply unsatisfying salad experience. Does this apply to other foods, one may ask? The short answer is no. the long answer is also no. for example, a perfectly scooped lump of vanilla ice cream may be all white, but may still convey the smooth, creamy texture and glittering coldness that ice cream does so well. Contrarily, ice cream does not benefit from a variety of colours and usually results in a brown sludge with sprinkles in it. Recent studies have shown that salad eaters experience an approximately 15% (5% confidence interval) increase of salad enjoyment with each colour added, usually topping out at 6 colours. It is often noted that a salad is not a salad until every salad bar topping is dumped on top, and hopefully our research will contribute to the field of salad study and will aid in our ultimate goal of the perfect salad.

 

 Professor Jarret Leong

Doctorate of Salad at UCLA


Monday, February 11, 2008

Currently Listening
Untrue
By Burial
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it's like being shot through the chest, but being denied the luxury of death. forced to shamble about among the living, harboring an inescapable pain-
there is no truer punishment.


Tuesday, January 15, 2008

poetry, poetry, poetry. nothing else has made me question my english major more. too concerned with sweeping metaphors, refusing to identify a speaker, making obscure references more than some kid trying to establish indie cred, it just seems overly opaque for something that is meant to communicate. i feel as if people can mistake oblique vagueness to be some sort of depth, and rather than look unsophisticated they play right along. but then again, i'd hardly want a text message language. i've even ventured to wonder if my distaste for poetry comes from my own struggle to understand it. i look at these twisted sonnets riddled with foot notes and translations, like a dissected frog with all its innards neatly tagged for display. one read and i dismiss it, too old too irrelevant too dull- i must be doing myself some kind of disservice, there must be something tasty underneath the musty, stale crust of these works, but i have yet to drill through it.


Thursday, December 14, 2006

Currently Listening
Straight Outta Compton
By N.W.A.
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I have Gundam Legs.



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