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Name: Nxixcxoxlxaxs
Birthday: 11/10/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Math, Physics, Intl Relations and Vale Tudo.
Expertise: Master of bullsh-itsu
Expert in self-destruction
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Member Since:
9/16/2002
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| I think my dad is a young Victorian era englishwoman on the inside. He's reading all of these Jane Austen books, went to the new pride and prejudice movie, watched emma tonight. His excuse- he doesn't do anything half-assedly!
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| So I got this science fiction book for Christmas, and what do you know- it's about a bunch of stupid wussy space-hippies. I can't think of anything that would be be worse to read about. Even the book I started to read about a bunch of space lesbians was better, even though the lesbians stayed on the planet the whole time and did nothing but talk about water treatment. Space-hippies are ridiculous. You have this big cool space corporation with lots of spaceships and badass space marines that are supposed to collect a debt from the hippy planet, and they do absolutely nothing at all. Some of them even get themselves killed! I can't believe I actually read the book from cover to cover. I think it was the vain hope that the space marines would finally bomb the hippies back into the stone age.
Also, my mom got me an inflatable moose.
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| I refer you to Rotten.com's biography of the founder of Scientology, L Ron Hubbard:
http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/religion/cult/l-ron-hubbard/
The Rock and I were curious to see if we could find something mentioned
Hubbard's love of little boys, and the above link looked good.
There was no mention of pedophilia, but the bio contained gems like:
According to an official biography, Ron was "riding broncos by the age
of 3, soon breaking them, and at 6, he became a blood brother of the
Blackfoot Indians."
In 1922 the family moved to Washington state, where Ron joined Boy
Scout troop 10 the following year. Sometime around Christmas, the kid
evidently developed a powerful hankering for an Eagle Scout
patch because he earned his remaining 18 merit badges by March 25. That
works out to one badge every 4.7 days. Nowadays, Scouters tend to frown
upon rushing through the advancement system, because it tends to create
"paper Eagles" -- kids who hold Scouting's highest rank but can't
remember how to tie their knots. But maybe things were different back
in 1924.
Ron volunteered for the Naval Reserves in 1941, where he distinguished
himself with a brilliant military career. In August 1942, Lt. Hubbard
was assigned to the YP-422, a patrol boat at the Boston Navy Yard.
After a single training exercise, the Navy decided that Hubbard's
talents were being wasted on such an insignificant task. Somehow the
Axis had infiltrated the Navy Yard, because the Commandant stripped
Hubbard of his command after only a single training exercise.
Brilliant!
Also, I saw the new George Clooney movie Syriana. It tried to
give a perspective on every possible issue in the middle east, which
was kind of cheesy. However, we do have to give the makers of the
film credit for having a realistic ending and having jokes about Arab
royalty and little boys.
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| So, I'm sitting in the lab tonight as usual, and it sucks. I
can't wait to get home and do nothing except break in the couch and run
and then go on the occaisonal work binge. So, I'm trying to
drive this car speaker for a pressure-sensing project, and keep on
thinking, damn, being in the army would be so much easier, if
incredibly devoid of any intellectual discussion except philosophy, and
full of pain and maybe dying, which would suck. Also, my partner
for math class lost my take home exam when he was looking over it, and
he though I was going to kick his ass and be pissed. I could care
less, however. I refer you to the following chart:
http://www.incompetech.com/gallimaufry/care_less.html
I would be at the very bottom. It doesn't even register. I
am so apathetic right now about anything except finishing my computer
engineering pressure-sensor project that I skipped kick-boxing
today. I am so apathetic that given the choice between 10 really
hot brazilian women or a 2-liter bottle of mountain dew, I wouldn't
choose either. To be fair, though, if I had to choose I'd do the
dew because I won't sleep tomorrow. Brazilian girls would help me
not sleep too but I'm damned if I can find 1 brazilian girl let alone
10 who is hot and can help me with my project.
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| So, I'm working on thesis (it's lots of linear algebra), and I find
that I have easier or as easy time seeing trends staring at an array of
data rather than graphing it. That's kind of scary.
Oh, and I was viciously ponded yesterday. My dorm immobilized my
legs by using a cable lock, so I was only able to resist by grabbing
onto people's legs and wrestling them down. In any case, after 30
minutes or so they moved me 20 ft and outside of the dorm. By
this time I couldn't feel my lower legs though because the cable lock
was so tight, and that sucked. I got dragged on the concrete a
bit and then realized because I was on the ground I could burrow into
the mint bush/huge monstrous shrub next to our dorm. So, I
burrowed into it, and they couldn't really get me out. In the
end, they decided the easiest thing to do was to bring the pond to me
in a trash bin.
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