Saturday, August 05, 2006
And in the End...
I am getting married to a wonderful lady tomorrow morning. Aside from this, it is clear that I have not posted in almost a year, and that this site is a dead one. Therefore, this will be my last post on NRRAR. I thank you for taking the time to browse this website, but its time has come to an end. I bid you well.
I am getting married to a wonderful lady tomorrow morning. Aside from this, it is clear that I have not posted in almost a year, and that this site is a dead one. Therefore, this will be my last post on NRRAR. I thank you for taking the time to browse this website, but its time has come to an end. I bid you well.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Humiliation Domination
UC Davis 20, Stanford 17
"Jon Grant threw a 3-yard touchdown pass to Blaise Smith with 8 seconds left Saturday night and UC Davis stunned Stanford 20-17 to spoil coach Walt Harris' home debut for the Cardinal." (Associated Press)
The papers make it sound like UC Davis barely won the game. That is not how it was at all, in fact UC Davis dominated the game. The day before, the papers were already giving us a "Good Effort but You Still Lost" Award. How quickly their tune changed.
"UCD had more first downs (20-12), more rushing yards (110-74), more passing yards (251-118), more total yards (361-192), more possession time (35:43-24:17), better punting (41.2-39) and more sacks (3-2)." (SacBee)
This was not a barely won game, people. This was a shameful loss for Stanford and a glorious victory for UCD.
People streamed down to the fence screaming, tugging on it, while Stanford players and fans sat in shocked silence.
People were running through the town of Stanford screaming "UC Davis!", each time being answered by one, two, or five groups.
Utter and complete domination.
Go Aggies.
UC Davis 20, Stanford 17
"Jon Grant threw a 3-yard touchdown pass to Blaise Smith with 8 seconds left Saturday night and UC Davis stunned Stanford 20-17 to spoil coach Walt Harris' home debut for the Cardinal." (Associated Press)
The papers make it sound like UC Davis barely won the game. That is not how it was at all, in fact UC Davis dominated the game. The day before, the papers were already giving us a "Good Effort but You Still Lost" Award. How quickly their tune changed.
"UCD had more first downs (20-12), more rushing yards (110-74), more passing yards (251-118), more total yards (361-192), more possession time (35:43-24:17), better punting (41.2-39) and more sacks (3-2)." (SacBee)
This was not a barely won game, people. This was a shameful loss for Stanford and a glorious victory for UCD.
People streamed down to the fence screaming, tugging on it, while Stanford players and fans sat in shocked silence.
People were running through the town of Stanford screaming "UC Davis!", each time being answered by one, two, or five groups.
Utter and complete domination.
Go Aggies.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Ice Cream Free Ice Cream
So, right now, I just finished eating an ice cream sandwich, made by a company that will remain nameless, but lets just say that it isnt Dryers, but sounds like it with a B. This blasted ice cream sandwich is sold in a package of eight. Great right? Well actually, how they do is they take a regular ice cream sandwich and cut it horizontally into eight slices, and then sell it to you as low calorie, low carbs ice cream sandwiches for the same price a package regular sized eight packs! "And now, we offer you a healthy alternative to those fattening, yucky ice cream sandwiches!" It isn't healthy, there is just considerably less of the bad stuff. These ice cream sandwiches are so small that...well, lets just say that freezing an oreo cookie would be just as effective. You might as well, it would be more filling. It wasnt even worth the effort to open the box--I ended up losing energy in the transaction walking back from the freezer before I had even opened the package.
"Not only is it low calorie, low fat, low carb, but you get exercise too!"
So, right now, I just finished eating an ice cream sandwich, made by a company that will remain nameless, but lets just say that it isnt Dryers, but sounds like it with a B. This blasted ice cream sandwich is sold in a package of eight. Great right? Well actually, how they do is they take a regular ice cream sandwich and cut it horizontally into eight slices, and then sell it to you as low calorie, low carbs ice cream sandwiches for the same price a package regular sized eight packs! "And now, we offer you a healthy alternative to those fattening, yucky ice cream sandwiches!" It isn't healthy, there is just considerably less of the bad stuff. These ice cream sandwiches are so small that...well, lets just say that freezing an oreo cookie would be just as effective. You might as well, it would be more filling. It wasnt even worth the effort to open the box--I ended up losing energy in the transaction walking back from the freezer before I had even opened the package.
"Not only is it low calorie, low fat, low carb, but you get exercise too!"
Friday, September 02, 2005
Help Katrina Relief Effort
Click Here to Donate
Over 2 million dollars has been raised, but people are estimating thousands of people have died, billions of dollars of damage, and getting food and medicine to the people in need will cost billions. I gave a $25 yesterday, which is not a lot, but will pay for food and water for these people. I encourage you to do the same. 25 dollars is something that almost any budget can handle, and when given by many people will begin to add up. You can donate through Amazon directly to the Red Cross
Click Here to Donate
Over 2 million dollars has been raised, but people are estimating thousands of people have died, billions of dollars of damage, and getting food and medicine to the people in need will cost billions. I gave a $25 yesterday, which is not a lot, but will pay for food and water for these people. I encourage you to do the same. 25 dollars is something that almost any budget can handle, and when given by many people will begin to add up. You can donate through Amazon directly to the Red Cross
Monday, August 29, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Follow The Blasted Signs
So last week, I went on vacation. Anyways, Irene and I had planned to go to the San Diego Wild Animal Park and the San Diego Zoo, both very exciting places for those of you who live in a boring place, like No Cal or anyplace outside of California (I feel sorry for you).
The problem is, it had been a while since either one of us had been there. Ah! But not to worry, the brochures for both of these exciting places provided maps and directions. Or as I later found out "directions".
Directions, according to "San Diego Zoo/Wild Animal Park" Dictionary, reads as follows--"A guide to the correct part of the state, then follow the signs." The maps were two lines with a star somewhere else on the page, and the directions read "Take freeway x to freeway y, then exit 400 miles away from the park, then follow the signs." The problem is, within these 400 miles, there are only 2 signs, so one spends about three hours between signs, wondering, "Am I still going the right direction? I was following the signs 200 miles ago, but am I still? And is there a place I can find food and water if I get stranded ouT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?!?!?"
So after several days of traversing through the mountains, we found it. But we learned a very important lesson--When in doubt, follow the signs.
So last week, I went on vacation. Anyways, Irene and I had planned to go to the San Diego Wild Animal Park and the San Diego Zoo, both very exciting places for those of you who live in a boring place, like No Cal or anyplace outside of California (I feel sorry for you).
The problem is, it had been a while since either one of us had been there. Ah! But not to worry, the brochures for both of these exciting places provided maps and directions. Or as I later found out "directions".
Directions, according to "San Diego Zoo/Wild Animal Park" Dictionary, reads as follows--"A guide to the correct part of the state, then follow the signs." The maps were two lines with a star somewhere else on the page, and the directions read "Take freeway x to freeway y, then exit 400 miles away from the park, then follow the signs." The problem is, within these 400 miles, there are only 2 signs, so one spends about three hours between signs, wondering, "Am I still going the right direction? I was following the signs 200 miles ago, but am I still? And is there a place I can find food and water if I get stranded ouT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?!?!?"
So after several days of traversing through the mountains, we found it. But we learned a very important lesson--When in doubt, follow the signs.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Postum Scriptum
So last night after I posted my meaningless entry, Irene and I had an inspiration to go to Wendy's to pick up a Frosty. Now, as a rule I don't like Wendy's. I think their food is second rate, their prices are too high, and, come on, square burgers? Please.
But Frosties are an exception. They are like a large eight ounce cup of soft serve ice cream, but twenty times more wonderful. They are out of this world!
So anyways, with these expectations in mind, Irene and I went through the drive thru, with the intention of getting two of these, until we saw the menu. On the menu, we saw this entry called "Mixin' Frosty" for only 30 cents more! So not only do you get the wonder of Frostys but you can mix in yummy candy! Even more wonderfulness! YES!
But what do we get? Have you ever seen those portable jello pudding things that little kids bring in their lunches? You know those dinky things?
The soft serve ice cream was in this little plastic cup that was a quarter of the size of a regular Frosty. Then the "mixin'" was in a bag that was smaller than a playing card with a couple blasted crUSHED PIECES OF CANDY THAT DIDN'T EVEN COVER THE SURFACE OF THIS STUPID ALLEGED DESSERT!!! This was not even like a quarter size mcflurry, because they didn't even bother to mix in the STUPID CANDY!!!!!! The first thing I thought was "Surely this is a joke!" But no, it was real. I finished this fun size (read-ridiculously tiny) version of a dessert in three bites. I paid 33% more for the opportunity to receive 25% of the original size! Well thank you very much Mr. Dave "The Ripoff" Thomas, for this little, very little, piece of scam.
This is "dessert" outrage. An OUTRAGE!
So last night after I posted my meaningless entry, Irene and I had an inspiration to go to Wendy's to pick up a Frosty. Now, as a rule I don't like Wendy's. I think their food is second rate, their prices are too high, and, come on, square burgers? Please.
But Frosties are an exception. They are like a large eight ounce cup of soft serve ice cream, but twenty times more wonderful. They are out of this world!
So anyways, with these expectations in mind, Irene and I went through the drive thru, with the intention of getting two of these, until we saw the menu. On the menu, we saw this entry called "Mixin' Frosty" for only 30 cents more! So not only do you get the wonder of Frostys but you can mix in yummy candy! Even more wonderfulness! YES!
But what do we get? Have you ever seen those portable jello pudding things that little kids bring in their lunches? You know those dinky things?
The soft serve ice cream was in this little plastic cup that was a quarter of the size of a regular Frosty. Then the "mixin'" was in a bag that was smaller than a playing card with a couple blasted crUSHED PIECES OF CANDY THAT DIDN'T EVEN COVER THE SURFACE OF THIS STUPID ALLEGED DESSERT!!! This was not even like a quarter size mcflurry, because they didn't even bother to mix in the STUPID CANDY!!!!!! The first thing I thought was "Surely this is a joke!" But no, it was real. I finished this fun size (read-ridiculously tiny) version of a dessert in three bites. I paid 33% more for the opportunity to receive 25% of the original size! Well thank you very much Mr. Dave "The Ripoff" Thomas, for this little, very little, piece of scam.
This is "dessert" outrage. An OUTRAGE!
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Long Time Coming
Despite the protestations of many different people, due to my current employment situation (no time) and my current internet situation (nonexistant), I have not been able to post very often. Ok, so not really at all. I have graduated, and am now earning my living by the sweat of my brow and the break of my back.
There are so many things I could complain about--the intense heat that generates said sweat of my brow, the late and only partial paycheck I received this last week, yet the manual labor I do makes my fingers much too tired to type that much.
Too tired to be upset about being too tired to be upset about...
And the madness goes on.
Despite the protestations of many different people, due to my current employment situation (no time) and my current internet situation (nonexistant), I have not been able to post very often. Ok, so not really at all. I have graduated, and am now earning my living by the sweat of my brow and the break of my back.
There are so many things I could complain about--the intense heat that generates said sweat of my brow, the late and only partial paycheck I received this last week, yet the manual labor I do makes my fingers much too tired to type that much.
Too tired to be upset about being too tired to be upset about...
And the madness goes on.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
"And In The End..."
6 hours and I am done. I have decided not to follow Aliotsy's advice and turn to the Dark Side, but I must get in one last gripe about undergraduate scholarship.
It always happens like this--Every June, I take care of everything except my last final, and then I study for that and I get majorly antsy. I feel like I should take a run around the library to keep from losing my mind. I wish that Finals Week (Dark Lord of the Sith) would just finish now.
But in less than 6 hours, I will look back nostalgically and think of how short it truly was.
Alas. I suppose this means that I should savor these last hours of pandimonium.
Defeated by my own logic. Blast.
Edit: I totally forgot, but bonus points go out to person who can name the song and artist I got the title from.
6 hours and I am done. I have decided not to follow Aliotsy's advice and turn to the Dark Side, but I must get in one last gripe about undergraduate scholarship.
It always happens like this--Every June, I take care of everything except my last final, and then I study for that and I get majorly antsy. I feel like I should take a run around the library to keep from losing my mind. I wish that Finals Week (Dark Lord of the Sith) would just finish now.
But in less than 6 hours, I will look back nostalgically and think of how short it truly was.
Alas. I suppose this means that I should savor these last hours of pandimonium.
Defeated by my own logic. Blast.
Edit: I totally forgot, but bonus points go out to person who can name the song and artist I got the title from.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Finals
People, please. If you go to the library to socialize with a group of friends, and you sit down at a table that has a big sign that says "THIS SECTION HAS BEEN DESIGNATED FOR QUIET STUDY. Please move group study to another section" sit somewhere else if you are going to talk.
Because people like me who are studying very hard, trying to make up for the reading they didn't do for class, will reach the verge of a eruption if you talk.
I hate this class I am about to take a final in. It was useless and boring. Just two more finals and then I graduate. I can't wait.
People, please. If you go to the library to socialize with a group of friends, and you sit down at a table that has a big sign that says "THIS SECTION HAS BEEN DESIGNATED FOR QUIET STUDY. Please move group study to another section" sit somewhere else if you are going to talk.
Because people like me who are studying very hard, trying to make up for the reading they didn't do for class, will reach the verge of a eruption if you talk.
I hate this class I am about to take a final in. It was useless and boring. Just two more finals and then I graduate. I can't wait.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Panic
A month has rushed by since I last posted here. I have been super busy, and graduation (ie, the brink of real life) is hurtling towards me. And there is so much school stuff I have to do, and then on top of that, there is all this other stuff I have to do to graduate and prepare for next year in the teaching credential program and it all starts to drive you crazy and oT OF YOUR MIND AND IT IS JUST TOO MUCH PRESSURE TO TAKE BUT YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT BECAUSE THERE IS NO ESCAPING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
18 days. Are you ready for the countdown?
I sure am.
A month has rushed by since I last posted here. I have been super busy, and graduation (ie, the brink of real life) is hurtling towards me. And there is so much school stuff I have to do, and then on top of that, there is all this other stuff I have to do to graduate and prepare for next year in the teaching credential program and it all starts to drive you crazy and oT OF YOUR MIND AND IT IS JUST TOO MUCH PRESSURE TO TAKE BUT YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT BECAUSE THERE IS NO ESCAPING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
18 days. Are you ready for the countdown?
I sure am.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Excessive Discussion
Let's face it people--I am ready to graduate. June, come quickly.
For this reason, I have recently been experiencing symptoms of a relatively common, but still serious, disease--Senioritis Bacterialis. I vowed I would never catch this disease, but, alas, I was not strong enough to resist.
Recent signs of this disease include my frustration with class "message boards." Man, I hate these. They are really stupid. For instance, in my poetry class, we are forced to post a message once a week responding to a question the teacher poses. While I might have enjoyed/benefited from this three years ago, right now, I hate it. I don't read them, I just post and leave.
But wait, we can make it worse. My other English class doesn't have a message board, it has a mailing list. When the professor told us this in the beginning of the quarter, I thought, "You gotta be kidding me!" So people who think they know it all can now INFILTRATE MY MAILBOX. Hmmmph. Its ok though, I don't read them. I mean, we have discussions in class. That is enough.
Just trying to jump through the rest of the hoops.
Let's face it people--I am ready to graduate. June, come quickly.
For this reason, I have recently been experiencing symptoms of a relatively common, but still serious, disease--Senioritis Bacterialis. I vowed I would never catch this disease, but, alas, I was not strong enough to resist.
Recent signs of this disease include my frustration with class "message boards." Man, I hate these. They are really stupid. For instance, in my poetry class, we are forced to post a message once a week responding to a question the teacher poses. While I might have enjoyed/benefited from this three years ago, right now, I hate it. I don't read them, I just post and leave.
But wait, we can make it worse. My other English class doesn't have a message board, it has a mailing list. When the professor told us this in the beginning of the quarter, I thought, "You gotta be kidding me!" So people who think they know it all can now INFILTRATE MY MAILBOX. Hmmmph. Its ok though, I don't read them. I mean, we have discussions in class. That is enough.
Just trying to jump through the rest of the hoops.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Taxes, Tricking, and Trouble (TTT)
Happy tax day everybody! Yay! Hope everyone is getting your money back from the interest free loan you gave the government, and sorry to those of you from whom the government is demanding more.
For all of my readers who are on the UC Davis staff, this is for you. I really hate how the doors in the MU are randomly locked DURING THE DAY when it is windy. Randomly, signs appear on the door saying "This Entrance is Closed. Use another door." What is the point of an "entrance" if it is closed?!?!??! Usually there is only one other entrance open which aggrivates me further. If it is due to faulty doors, they should replace them with better ones. How about if I start sending notes to the University in my tuition payment envelope that says "This payment is not here"?!?!
Lastly, you all need to read this. This is hilarious. It also makes me mad. Witness the typical attitude in todays money grubbing society, all done while slandering the name of academics.
Happy tax day everybody! Yay! Hope everyone is getting your money back from the interest free loan you gave the government, and sorry to those of you from whom the government is demanding more.
For all of my readers who are on the UC Davis staff, this is for you. I really hate how the doors in the MU are randomly locked DURING THE DAY when it is windy. Randomly, signs appear on the door saying "This Entrance is Closed. Use another door." What is the point of an "entrance" if it is closed?!?!??! Usually there is only one other entrance open which aggrivates me further. If it is due to faulty doors, they should replace them with better ones. How about if I start sending notes to the University in my tuition payment envelope that says "This payment is not here"?!?!
Lastly, you all need to read this. This is hilarious. It also makes me mad. Witness the typical attitude in todays money grubbing society, all done while slandering the name of academics.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I know that you all probably do not care, but my very most favoritest band REO Speedwagon will be coming out with their first original album since 1996! I can't find a date yet, but it is not just a rumor, it was from an official announcement.
You can tell how excited I am based on the excessive grammatical errorage in the first line of this entry.
You can tell how excited I am based on the excessive grammatical errorage in the first line of this entry.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Stupidity in Action
First off, before I get to the stupidity, I am looking for a job. If you (yes, you) are reading this and you are in position where you have the authority (notice I did not say the desire) to hire me for two months starting on June 23rd-ish going to the middle of August, here I am. I work hard, and I really have no dignity that I am not willing to shed as long as it is appropriate. What this means is, if you want to pay me 9 dollars an hour 40 hours a week to dress up as a banana or a giant worm or even a blood drop (ha ha), I would be more than happy to do it.
With that said, on to stupidity. What are you laughing at? You don't know it is me yet! You can't just assume that!
So last night, I was walking back to my house from the grocery store right before Church. There is this cat named Hitler (his good friends call him Adolf) who dwells in our complex, that has a little grey mustache on his upper lip. He was there. As I walked by I gave him a good scratch on the head, which he liked.
The problem/stupidity--I am allergic to cats. I soon scratched my eye, which caused it to swell up and get all red.
The moral--don't touch your eyes if you have just been exposed to something you are allergic to.
First off, before I get to the stupidity, I am looking for a job. If you (yes, you) are reading this and you are in position where you have the authority (notice I did not say the desire) to hire me for two months starting on June 23rd-ish going to the middle of August, here I am. I work hard, and I really have no dignity that I am not willing to shed as long as it is appropriate. What this means is, if you want to pay me 9 dollars an hour 40 hours a week to dress up as a banana or a giant worm or even a blood drop (ha ha), I would be more than happy to do it.
With that said, on to stupidity. What are you laughing at? You don't know it is me yet! You can't just assume that!
So last night, I was walking back to my house from the grocery store right before Church. There is this cat named Hitler (his good friends call him Adolf) who dwells in our complex, that has a little grey mustache on his upper lip. He was there. As I walked by I gave him a good scratch on the head, which he liked.
The problem/stupidity--I am allergic to cats. I soon scratched my eye, which caused it to swell up and get all red.
The moral--don't touch your eyes if you have just been exposed to something you are allergic to.
