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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008
12:00 am - More "Heroes" nit-picks (w/ pics!)
As if I didn't need any more proof that the writers of Heroes were either too stoned or too dumb (or both)  to remember anything they learned in high school, they write a new craptstic episode "Duel" (Ep. 3x13).  But before I begin, I would just like to remind anybody who might be reading this that I do understand this is a TV show about superheroes and, yeah, there are going to be plenty of things in it that have nothing do with science.  However, there is a line where suspension of disbelief refuses to go beyond, and just like in Superman IV when Nuclear Man is created by sending an atomic bomb containing a strand of Superman's hair into the sun, Heroes has crossed that line.

So, let's start with something small:

No bottle of adrenaline would say "adrenaline" - at least not in the United States.  Here we call it epinephrine (adrenaline is the lay-terminology).  Yeah, I know this is really nit-picky, but come on!  The bottle clearly says that it was produced in Trenton, NJ, and unless it was meant for use in Mexico or somewhere in South America, it doesn't make sense.

Besides, an injection of this stuff makes Meredith go absolutely insane.  Really?  How come she doesn't explode whenever she gets scared or surprised?  Okay, so it's unclear how much of this Sylar gave her (the bottle looked pretty full to me), but it isn't like an injection of epinephrine makes your heart burst.  The effects of this stuff can easily be overcome by yoga, meditation, deep-breathing, or even chugging an ice-cold glass of water. 

Number two:

Noah shoots a bullet at some bullet-proof glass and it doesn't work.  So, Claire has a brilliant idea and tells them to "stand back."  It's at this point she hurtles herself at the glass and it shatters into a million pieces.  How the fuck does that work?  I don't care how pain or injury resistant somebody is, you're not going to get through bullet-proof glass by taking a running start and slamming into it - best case scenario is that the glass will pop out of the frame (and it would have to be really, really poorly built). 

Besides, I'm pretty sure bullet-proof glass doesn't shatter like that (but I can look past that part at least).


Matt: "The theory of relativity: if you can travel faster than the speed of light, you can actually move through time!"

No, Matt! No!  That's not what the theory of relativity says.  They make some crack afterwords about him "mostly" paying attention in high school, but these seems more like information you might acquire by skimming a Wikipedia article and then pretending to fully understand it. 

Please, Heroes writers, don't treat your viewers like idiots; we all know that the only way to travel backwards through time is to get the earth to rotate the opposite way on it's axis.  But seriously, I can accept the fact that time travel, at least the way it is presented in most science fiction, makes no fucking sense - just don't half-assedly use Einstein to justify it.  Thanks.

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Thursday, November 29th, 2007
3:54 am - mycokerewards

I got bored and started doing the whole My Coke Rewards thing. Basically, you enter the string of numbers that are printed under the bottle caps or on boxes of coca-cola, or coca-cola affiliated drinks into mycokerewards.com. They then give you points for every code entered and you can use these codes to get prizes.

The whole thing is stupid, but I've kind of gotten myself addicted to it. So, if YOU drink coke (or other coke products) and YOU have any codes that you don't intend on using, I would MUCH appreciate it if you just left a comment with some of those codes.


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Monday, June 25th, 2007
5:38 pm - Make a new plan, Stan
The internet is lame

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Sunday, January 7th, 2007
5:43 pm - Who doesn't like Bob Dylan?
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, Babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, Babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was something you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talking anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right

. . .

So long, Honey, Babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, Babe
So I'll just say 'fare thee well'

I ain't saying you treated me unkind
You coulda done better, but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

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Saturday, December 30th, 2006
6:41 am - I guess crazy shit happens every day.
A VERY INTERESTING STORY FOLLOWS. I know most people tend to pass over a lot of LiveJournal entries, but I feel this blog post will be worth reading.

Late Friday night (or early Saturday morning) I was hanging out with Duerst and John - nothing special, we were just watching TV and eating (as usual). Around 2:00AM John asked for a ride home, and I obliged, little did he know that he was about to miss out on some mega-craziness.

Around 3:30AM Duerst and I were still hanging out and watching X-PLAY when we hear loud BANING on my door. My first thought is that John forgot his iPod, or maybe some random friend who knew I was awake decided to make an appearance. After a little confusion I answer the door and a SCREAMING girl with a little black dog bursts inside, shuts the door behind her, collapses on the floor and starts crying.

I try asking her what is happening, but she is completely freaking out - screaming, tears running down her face, and completely incoherent. At this point, Duerst joins me at the door asking her "Are you OK?" She tells us between her shrieks that some guy is chasing her, and (as we found out later) the coat she is wearing and the dog - whose leash she is carrying - is his. Suddenly a guy walks up to the door and rings the bell, as that happens she FLIPS out and hides behind us while screaming "DON'T LET HIM IN!"

I calm her by telling her that we aren't going to let him in and that all the doors are locked. I grab my cell phone and call 911, and we move the whole scene into the kitchen. After I'm assured that a squad will be sent, my dad, now awake, comes down stairs and asks us what's going on. Duerst and I explain what has happened to him - as for this girl's story, we have no idea who she is or why she is freaking out.

While waiting for the police to arrive, we try to figure out what happened to make this girl freak out so much. And the entire time we were talking to her, this guy is sitting outside my front door and ringing the doorbell every 2 seconds. But unfortunately, we couldn't get a straight story from her and, as far as I know, neither could the police. However, this is what I pieced together from what I heard:

Apparently, this girl was walking home from some Christmas party alone when she ran into some guy (who she had never met before) walking his dog. They started walking and talking, and he offered up his coat because she had left her jacket at the party. For some unexplained reason, she got scared and started running away from him while she was holding his dog's leash. That's when she saw my house's light on and banged on my door.

Duerst asked her a million questions: "Did he have a weapon? Did he try to hurt you? Did he try to molest you?" But she said no to everything. The police gave the guy his coat and dog back, and drove the girl home, but as far as I know, they never got an answer as to WHY she ran off with the dog. Duerst said that he smelled alcohol, and his theory is that she was really drunk. My dad thought it was acid or something like that.

I guess that we'll never actually know what happened.

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Friday, August 25th, 2006
11:21 am - CD
Want a copy of the new HFH CD? Well, there are three ways:

1. If you are going to see either me or Duerst in person sometime, just ask and I'm sure we'll have spare copies on us (the eaiest and cheapest way - only $5).
2. They will be on interpunk.com in a couple days, so you can order them from there. Although, they will probably mark it up a couple bucks and add a ton of shipping charges.
3. Or you can send me 6.75 on Paypal (that includes shipping):


5.00 + 1.75 shipping for 9 songs.

If you don't want to buy one... well... then screw you too.

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Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
2:23 pm
I have just received the HFH CD! This is pretty much the coolest thing in the world.

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Thursday, June 15th, 2006
7:05 pm - Right Now
Just in case you haven't seen it...


There is a new recording up.

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Monday, April 24th, 2006
4:26 pm
I got the "job"!!!

I put job in quotes because I don't actually get paid. It is a volunteer and experience thing. I can also get credits for it.

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Monday, September 5th, 2005
8:56 pm - Hmm...
Can we talk about how awesome the U of M is? We can? Ok, here we go...

So, I live in Middlebrook and I love the place. The food is amazing. There is a huge buffet for every meal (you can take as much as you want). As part of the buffet, they have the best salad bar I've ever seen in my life. It is two buffet carts long and has everything you could possibly want to put on a salad. I could go vegan if I wanted to. Then they always have lunch meats/bread/tuna and chicken salad, so no matter what they are serving in the buffet that day, if it is something you don't like, you can always have a good sandwich. Then, there is this huge wall of cereals... I mean every type of cerial you can imagine... even Boo Berry!

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Sunday, February 1st, 2004
6:06 pm - Friends Only

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