Screw it, I’m sticking with Blogger/Blogspot
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Did I mention I'm amazed by the Flip MinoHD?
Because I am. Thank God I sent back that darn Nintendo Wii and got the MinoHD instead. Here are a few sample vids:
And this one, the audio that comes in halfway is from a PA system. Can you believe that? Sounds crystal clear.
(That you) Hav(e)ing Power
I used to wonder if the mere fact of having power is the reason people actually go mad. And I realized something just today. Having the power but not doing anything with that power is even more aggravating.
No one really cares that they have the power to do something, it’s that they have it — and more importantly, what they can do with it. After all, what’s good about having a say-so if you can’t do anything with it? Otherwise, it’s not a say-so at all is it? It’s more of just a lingering reminder that you can’t do anything about it.
This week, I encountered a girl who couldn’t graduate because she was .03 away from the grade she needed. Her professor wouldn’t overwrite it. He wanted to teach her a “lesson of life” and that she couldn’t “always get what she wanted.” Talk about a real jerk. Needless to say, she could do nothing about it. She failed. She didn’t graduate. She’ll have to wait another three months to do so.
As heart-breaking as it is to say this, at first I was really mad at the teacher. How could he have done something like this!? And after thinking about this two days, that a senior couldn’t graduate because of this &*%hole, I realized I was more pissed at her!
I have been in the same situation, not about not-graduating, but about the same course. I failed and accepted my defeats — but I didn’t (and shouldn’t!) have failed. But I did. I retook the course and passed with flying colors, however. The same could be said for her. She could’ve passed if she had worked more, harder, and better. I know, I know, some people just don’t have the capability, but I believe she did and still does. You could just say that she had the power to do it and did nothing with her power.
And isn’t that what gets us mad at the end?
Never underestimate humor. This I believe.
To those that scold us when we laugh at inappropriate times, or at the “wrong kind of joke,” or at the jokes that go there, I say this: ha!
I should not be punished, ridiculed, ostracized for what I find humorous. I should not have to contain my laugh. I should not have to share tidbits of hilarity in secret as to not offend the person next to me. But I do.
In our own world of politics and social issues—to the minute problems in the tiniest of communities—humor is the microcosm that represents it all.
I dare not laugh at people in power having the slightest possibility of being a terrorist because… whoops! I’m a communist.
I dare not laugh at the jokes that tantalize the opposite sex because… dang it! I’m a sexist.
I dare not laugh at all because then: I’m insensitive.
Enough with the dogmatic labels that seem to form out of the incessant noise that arises when a joke is told! I refuse to be put on a permanent pigeonholed as you stand up on your pedestal with a duplicitous and condescending finger to point at my “cruel” sense of humor. And for what? To save those from an earnest, daring joke because the feathers it will ruffle are too weak to withstand it?
It is not wrong to laugh. In fact, silencing laughter only creates a distraught universe, a less productive one (not to state facts, but there have been studies!), and most of all, we cannot silence laughter because it has the power to bring us together. Not to divide, and not to separate by labels. Never underestimate the sound of a bewildering laugh, a shy giggle, or the wrinkles of a smile; they all have unimaginable powers, for better or worse.
Humor breaks down barriers, awkward moments, and humiliating situations. It heals the heart when the heart cannot cope. It is the bandage to mend damage which cannot go undone. It is the breather of our life when we need a second to do so. It is the ability to change the injustices of the world, to eradicate the emblem of who we are, and to manipulate the vignette of our life and its meaning. One echoing, contagious chuckle at a time.
[to find out more about This I Believe, click http://thisibelieve.org or http://npr.org/thisibelieve]
The future of the Zunited podcast
Created entirely by @jaredmarino, we have a glimpse of what the Zunited Zune Podcast will be like in the future, especially the change of the name to The Zune Podcast
THAT LAST THING: That last awkward moment
You know what I love about awkward moments? Most of them aren’t even awkward at all. I love how people have to create noise in the silence, especially when you first meet them.
Of course, this is all looking back at the situation. At the current time, I feel like killing myself — an understatement — but when I happen to think back about it all, I realize that it’s probably the funniest thing ever, to an audience.
Like, say, you’re hanging out with a friend of yours and they decide to bring someone else along. Y’know, that person that you could not care less about? Yeah, him. So, everyone’s sitting around (or standing, or maybe running, who the hell knows), and all of a sudden your friend has to go to the bathroom.
Damn. Now you’re stuck with Could-Not-Care-Less-About-Him McGee over there. And since you and, well let’s shorten it to CNCLAH, were too stupid to not say “Yeah, I need to go too,” and it’s already five seconds into the situation and you cannot say you have to go now because it’ll look like you want to leave and that’s rude although you both desparately want to leave because you have absolutely nothing to talk about, CNCLAH has to break the silence. With what? Well, you of course.
The only thing that’s worse than the thirty seconds of silence, is the actual conversation.
“So… you’re Andrew’s friend too, huh?” Well no ****, man. WTF? No, I’m just some dude hanging out with you guys.
“Yeah…” you mutter.
“So… you go to [insert school here].” Shut up shut up shut up shut up.
“Yeah…” (your new favorite word), and you, again, mutter: “It’s — it’s… a… great school…”
Well, at least you have another three minutes to go before Andrew arrives. You know what else is awkward? “Awkward.” Weird spelling and pronunciation, no? Happens with many words, like “moist” sounds moist and “damp” sounds damp and “crust” sounds crusty. Just sayin’.
Attack of the lazy humans (or: I broke a carousel, thaaat's right.)
Today I found out how lazy people actually are, I mean, people can be lazy. And I know the definition of lazy, wanna know how? Because I am the definition of lazy. Open up Marriam-Webster to “Lazy” and there’s a picture of me.
Still not convinced? I denied walking 5 feet yesterday. I suppose that’s true with anyone who comes home from school, or at least I’d like to think so, but I’d probably be incredibly wrong.
Today, while doing community service hours, (and besides breaking a carousel, we won’t speak about that, mostly because this is a one-way conversation…) I realized that humanity is just lazy. Maybe it’s like procrastination, sort of like the answer to many illnesses.
To make a very long day short, the park I was helping out closes at 5pm, and I was selling tickets to the Mini Train, the main attraction. The guy who runs it only does one ride per 1/2 hour (don’t blame him too much, before 3pm, no one was riding the damn thing), but when each ride was packed at 4:25pm he was like “hmmmmmm I don’t know, the last ride is going to have to be 4:30pm, I’m gonna have to drag it out until then…”
DRAG IT OUT? WTF? He didn’t even want to do the ride at 4:30pm because only like two people were riding on it. These people are a joke.
My sister, who was with me serving our community, didn’t have a job, because coincidentally the place she worked broke down (the carousel), and so was going to clean the bathrooms. The lady that needed to teach her told her she’d meet her in ten minutes. Three hours later, she never showed up.
Just goes to show ya: why the fuck am I complaining? I wasn’t getting paid.
What being sick does to your queue
IT SHORTENS IT! My Hulu queue used to have about 15 videos in it, now — at 9:20pm — there’s only 3 videos. The reason being: I’m sick (or at least was all day yesterday and today) and have been watching Hulu and doing nothing else, really.
I can’t say I mind having to sit through hilarious episodes of American Dad, 30 Rock, Family Guy, and other more compelling shows. Or that I hate having to find new shows to fall in love with, like Kings. Pretty good.
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To make a long blog post short: I have a fever. Yesterday my mom wanted to take me to the doctor, but I told her: “They’re only going to prescribe Motrin.” She insisted. The doctor then said that I “might have Meningitis,” way too casually for something that could kill you, if you ask me, so we went to the ER.
Guess what happened at the ER. They prescribed Motrin.
Anyway, fantastic ending to a crappy week. I hope next week is better.
Frenzy, craze, and other words of hysteria
Lately it seems like my life will never end. Like, there’s just no time for a stop period, which is weird, because that’s all I’m ever doing: nothing. Sounds a little paradoxical, but true enough.
For the last several weeks, there’s been a million things to do in just seven days. Auditions, callbacks, reviewing tapes, standardized tests, SATs, AP Exam Mocks, me actually auditioning, shoots. Until yesterday. Yes, it was on a day where I had to take a test, but the rest of the day, I was able to just sit in front of my computer and watch Hulu the entire day. It was fantastic! I had about 22 items in my queue and cut that by half — literally! Some of it I actually watched, some I deleted because either (A) I had already seen it or (B) it was expiring soon and I just knew I wouldn’t have time for it.
It’s great to just kick back and watch crappy shows like Howie Do It, to the most compelling like Damages and Dollhouse, to the whacky like The Simpsons and Family Guy.
Aside from all of this, I haven’t been able to write a “That Last Thing” which pisses me off. All of my funny this month went to a comedy skit I auditioned… actually it was three skits. Two of them were put together as one, the other was made in a hurry (which was the one I auditioned, and I regret that…) anyway, I made it! Looking forward to performing this Wednesday. Kind of a little “meh” by it because the bar is most likely set pretty low for me to get in. My last skit was amazing. This one: not so much.
I suppose I won’t bore you with much more of my life. Until the next time my fingers meet the keyboard — for blogging that is, but I’m always micro-blogging. Check it: @TheMBC
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