phoenixlament
2007-09-19 14:05:01
a little about myself.. hm..
I am mostly stupid, although I can be purely idiotic when moments of inspirations come. When they don't, I just like to be stupid and wait patiently for them.
I kid you not.. my highest ever term mark was 96% for subject1, but 2% for subject2.. But I am stupid like that. Although I think a lot.
I joined the military for a while to hug trees, because I am a tree hugger.. possibly approaching the environmental extreme on the political line.. but it didn't quite work out for a myriad of reasons.
I believe that the meaning of life is to find it's meaning, but that usually 7 lifetimes.
When reality doesn't quite work.. I tend to substitue my own.. failing that, I turn to God and realize how stupid I am.
As for the chicken and the egg.. here is the official story.
With one wave and flourish of Dumbledore's wand, two ordinary wooden chairs were instantly converted into a white, clucking chicken and a medium sized, orange-brown egg. Unfortunately for Dumbledore, he a stroke and a seizure overcame him precisely the moment the egg had hatched into a chicken and the chicken had laid an egg, fell to the ground, opened its beak and strenuously voiced its last cluck. Dumbledore's eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help solve the legend of Harry Potter and the Chicken/Egg Dilema.
So there you go.. I may have wasted five to ten minutes of your time, but please do not despair, for I have wasted an hour of mine. And that just proves my original point: that I am stupid, therefore I refuse to be brought down by the mundane humdrum of cubicle sitting, whiteboard staring life of your typical Joe. And that is precisely why I am entering strings upon strings of bytes upon bytes of randomized data into router after server, until it passes into the hard drive of a gigantic server inside an enclosed server room somewhere.. possibly in the United States.. and why you have reached the IP address of that server by requesting data through your Internet Service Provider so that strings upon strings of bytes upon bytes of randomized data could be routed from server to server, router to router enter through your possibly dual-core do-more central processing unit and make the twisting voyage from the CPU's northbridge onto the graphic processing unit of the video card, into the 15 pins of your monitor cable, entering into the cathode ray tube to be shot through a 1000 volt electron gun, deflected into the right pixels by a precise and well controlled electromagnetic field to appear on the screen as random bytes upon bytes, and string upon string.. which oddly enough, takes meaning inside the celebrum of your brain (through the retina and optical nerves of course)as "wtf."
So here is my final and outstanding point: that I am incredibly stupid.. possibly insane, retarded, should require interview for "rl" or possibly in need of a "gf" request.. but most importantly - I think, therefore I AM.:google:
I am mostly stupid, although I can be purely idiotic when moments of inspirations come. When they don't, I just like to be stupid and wait patiently for them.
I kid you not.. my highest ever term mark was 96% for subject1, but 2% for subject2.. But I am stupid like that. Although I think a lot.
I joined the military for a while to hug trees, because I am a tree hugger.. possibly approaching the environmental extreme on the political line.. but it didn't quite work out for a myriad of reasons.
I believe that the meaning of life is to find it's meaning, but that usually 7 lifetimes.
When reality doesn't quite work.. I tend to substitue my own.. failing that, I turn to God and realize how stupid I am.
As for the chicken and the egg.. here is the official story.
With one wave and flourish of Dumbledore's wand, two ordinary wooden chairs were instantly converted into a white, clucking chicken and a medium sized, orange-brown egg. Unfortunately for Dumbledore, he a stroke and a seizure overcame him precisely the moment the egg had hatched into a chicken and the chicken had laid an egg, fell to the ground, opened its beak and strenuously voiced its last cluck. Dumbledore's eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help solve the legend of Harry Potter and the Chicken/Egg Dilema.
So there you go.. I may have wasted five to ten minutes of your time, but please do not despair, for I have wasted an hour of mine. And that just proves my original point: that I am stupid, therefore I refuse to be brought down by the mundane humdrum of cubicle sitting, whiteboard staring life of your typical Joe. And that is precisely why I am entering strings upon strings of bytes upon bytes of randomized data into router after server, until it passes into the hard drive of a gigantic server inside an enclosed server room somewhere.. possibly in the United States.. and why you have reached the IP address of that server by requesting data through your Internet Service Provider so that strings upon strings of bytes upon bytes of randomized data could be routed from server to server, router to router enter through your possibly dual-core do-more central processing unit and make the twisting voyage from the CPU's northbridge onto the graphic processing unit of the video card, into the 15 pins of your monitor cable, entering into the cathode ray tube to be shot through a 1000 volt electron gun, deflected into the right pixels by a precise and well controlled electromagnetic field to appear on the screen as random bytes upon bytes, and string upon string.. which oddly enough, takes meaning inside the celebrum of your brain (through the retina and optical nerves of course)as "wtf."
So here is my final and outstanding point: that I am incredibly stupid.. possibly insane, retarded, should require interview for "rl" or possibly in need of a "gf" request.. but most importantly - I think, therefore I AM.:google: