Post by minkie on Feb 19, 2006 22:59:23 GMT -5
Just for fun, I feel like ranting about real things.
The Olympics are funny. Why? Does it ever occur to you while watching some sports the sheer ridiculousness of it all? Like, why in the world would I want to rank number one in that weird sport that combines cross country skiing and riflery? Think about it...in what situation could I POSSIBLY be in that requires not only that I'm running for my life on skiis in the middle of the tundra, but I have a gun that I need to shoot things with? Am I being chased by zombies in the Artic or something?
The luge / bobsled (what is the difference?) one is another. So you rank the best in running a huge piece of plastic down a man-made slide. Big flippin deal. Tell me how that possibly relates to the real world and I'll give you a prize.
On the zombie note, I had a very funny on-going conversation with a bunch of friends on what we would do if zombies invaded. This was naturally after we saw a zombie movie. We decided that we would head to a local mall with very specific stores that will supply everything we need. It is a detailed plan. We are weird people. Even more shocking, I mentioned this once to other people and they have ALL had a similar conversation before. Odd, eh?
I'm convinced deep down, we are all waiting for some catastrophe to happen so we can all be like those survivor heroes in the movies. Come on, you know you've thought of it.
I've grown addicted to message boards and frankly, this is a bad thing. I should be working and I'm not. My family thinks I'm insane. Then again they also named me Minkie (nickname, not real name!) so they don't have room to talk, right? ;D
I'm confused as to why Italian city names are not the same in English as they are in Italian. I mean think about it....France doesn't change its names from French to English. But in Italy, Turin = Torrino, Florence = Firenze, Venice = Venezia, Rome = Roma....Damn Italians, always have to be different. LMAO.
And Paris is still Paris. So there.
I went glow in the dark mini golfing last night with friends and darn it, that place is really trippy. And I mean that in the most family-friendly way I can manage. The whole place is under black-light and its all really strange but cool. And I won. Who knew I could golf? Although I have that stupid habit of always hitting the rim of the hole...but it won't go in.
I decided my golf ball must have been protesting because it did that at least once on nearly every hole. But in any event, try it guys.
Um what else....having to write a 40-60 page paper is just cruel and unusual punishment. That is all I can say on that lest I go crazy. Oh and supervisors going AWOL on you SUCK BIG TIME. Former super, this is for you:
(yes I had to get a replacement...stressed out Minkie, here I come)
The end.
The Olympics are funny. Why? Does it ever occur to you while watching some sports the sheer ridiculousness of it all? Like, why in the world would I want to rank number one in that weird sport that combines cross country skiing and riflery? Think about it...in what situation could I POSSIBLY be in that requires not only that I'm running for my life on skiis in the middle of the tundra, but I have a gun that I need to shoot things with? Am I being chased by zombies in the Artic or something?
The luge / bobsled (what is the difference?) one is another. So you rank the best in running a huge piece of plastic down a man-made slide. Big flippin deal. Tell me how that possibly relates to the real world and I'll give you a prize.
On the zombie note, I had a very funny on-going conversation with a bunch of friends on what we would do if zombies invaded. This was naturally after we saw a zombie movie. We decided that we would head to a local mall with very specific stores that will supply everything we need. It is a detailed plan. We are weird people. Even more shocking, I mentioned this once to other people and they have ALL had a similar conversation before. Odd, eh?
I'm convinced deep down, we are all waiting for some catastrophe to happen so we can all be like those survivor heroes in the movies. Come on, you know you've thought of it.
I've grown addicted to message boards and frankly, this is a bad thing. I should be working and I'm not. My family thinks I'm insane. Then again they also named me Minkie (nickname, not real name!) so they don't have room to talk, right? ;D
I'm confused as to why Italian city names are not the same in English as they are in Italian. I mean think about it....France doesn't change its names from French to English. But in Italy, Turin = Torrino, Florence = Firenze, Venice = Venezia, Rome = Roma....Damn Italians, always have to be different. LMAO.
And Paris is still Paris. So there.
I went glow in the dark mini golfing last night with friends and darn it, that place is really trippy. And I mean that in the most family-friendly way I can manage. The whole place is under black-light and its all really strange but cool. And I won. Who knew I could golf? Although I have that stupid habit of always hitting the rim of the hole...but it won't go in.
I decided my golf ball must have been protesting because it did that at least once on nearly every hole. But in any event, try it guys.
Um what else....having to write a 40-60 page paper is just cruel and unusual punishment. That is all I can say on that lest I go crazy. Oh and supervisors going AWOL on you SUCK BIG TIME. Former super, this is for you:
(yes I had to get a replacement...stressed out Minkie, here I come)
The end.