Saturday, April 18, 2009

Consuming Computers

Today, as I sat in front of my computer ALL DAY just typing away at papers, futzing with the data analysis on my research, and preparing a presentation, I began to realize that I spend WAY TOO MUCH of my time on a computer.

So then I asked this question of my housemates (who immediately informed me exactly how random this question was)

What are some signs I could use to tell if I have been on the computer too long?

After much debate (ok really none at all, but debate makes the list sounds more official) we came up with this list:

1)     You have no hair on your thighs due to the constant heat

2)     You do something stupid and immediately think “ctrl (or option) Z”

3)     You use your computer to iron your nice pants or to warm you up on a cold day

4)     When making a collage, you no longer cut and paste, but rather “ctrl C/ctrl V”

5)     You don’t own a TV, but you are still up-to-date on most TV shows

6)     You regularly have the urge to use “ctrl F” on your textbooks

7)     When explaining to someone that you were talking to someone else, you make typing motions with your fingers…even if you had talked to them in real life

8)     You and your friends do not quote famous movies…they quote YouTube videos

9)     When actually forced to join the “outside world” you get into a situation and think my this would make a great blog entry

Sadly, I have actually done all of these…multiple times.

Sorry this post is so short, but my eyes are going into that I have looked into an LCD based screen for longer than previous generations of humans have evolved eyes to withstand so if you continue to abuse me in this way I will be forced to file charges against you and I have grown rather attached/dependent on my eyes over the years so I will give them a –short– break.

Feel free to add your own!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Continued Craziness

A few days ago (doG, has it been THAT long already…it felt like just yesterday, darn gremlins need to stop playing with time) I posted about how my brain had clearly been taken over by the crazy monster that infects everyone now and then. 

The only real evidence I had to support this was a) deciding to do BEDA when I graduate from college May 2nd and b) numerous typos that I never fixed.

Well, as any good scientist will do, I kept collecting data to support my thesis. I now have a considerably longer list of evidence as the forceful commandeering of my mental function. 

1) I say (ok type) things like the forceful commandeering of my mental function. When I go crazy, I type more…not better…just more 
2) I put my milk in the cupboard not the fridge and… 
3) Spent 20 minutes looking for it 
4) I set my alarm for 5am and… 
5) Thought that I might actually get up then to study 
6) I walked out of the house without shoes… 
7) Did I mention it was also raining at the time? 
8) I forgot my roommates name…I have lived with her for 2.5 years 
9) I had a 33 minute philosophical discussion…with a squirrel 
10) And it was better than most of the conversations with people 
11) I ran into a pole…and a car…while walking 
12) I jumped in a puddle (normally a good idea…but not when it is 40 degrees outside, ankle to mid-calf deep, you are wearing shoes that NEVER dry (whose idea was that??) and you have 6 hours of class left before you can go home) 
13) I just used a double parenthesis 
14) I vacuumed the room 
15) And did dishes 
16) I fell asleep in a very public computer lab 
17) I was able to finish my crossword for today 
18) I am now quoted as having said “ok look, a horsie…WOOF!” and honestly not understanding the problem. 
19) Making a list with 19 entries when it is nowhere near any of my favorite numbers 

So, clearly I do not have full use of my mental functions at this time. I am hoping that massive doses of sleep will chase away the crazy. 

What happens to you when the crazy monster takes up residence in your cranium?

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Crazy Craniums

Ugh...hello 3am.

We really need to stop meeting like this. I would like at some point to be able to get what most reasonable people would call a borderline acceptable amount of sleep.

I was clearly caught up in the excitement of BEDA and was not thinking clearly when I decided to start this project. If I had been, the conversation would have gone something similar to this:

Crazy Me: WOOT! BEDA is starting, this is such a good idea.
Rational Me: Umm....excuse me, I hate to interrupt but I don't really think this is a well thought out plan
CM: What do you mean by that?!?
RM: Well, first of all, WHEN do you plan to WRITE your blogs?
CM: oh, no worries, they write themselves, I just have to think of the ideas and POOF a blog is posted...easy peasy
RM: sorry, but thats not how it works, you have to have TIME to write it
CM: spoilsport, but if you insist that is how it works, I will just MAKE TIME
RM: and how do you propose you will do that. you are a college senior taking 23 semester hours and preparing to graduate in less than 3 week after only 3 years of study with 2 majors and a minor and then start vet school in the fall while planning a research project for over the summer and write grants so that you can eat, you know, food and not dirt and live in a house made of wood and not cardboard
CM: you make that sound like it is a lot of work
RM: it is a lot of work and you are already only getting 4 hours of sleep per night so when are you making this time?
CM: oh, dont you know, You just have to get a Time Turner, that solves everything...I am sure if you ask enough people, someone will give you one
RM: oh how I wish that was true
CM: I am tired of arguing about this
RM: probably because of lack of sleep
CM: no, you are just frustrating, and you know, lack of sleep makes me take over your brain, so I know that the more I TELL you that you are TIRED, the more likely I am to win
RM: you are so evil and conniv...(falls asleep)
CM: WOOT! I win again!!!! add more stuff to the plate for RM

Upon waking up RM: ACK!!! NOT AGAIN...well, I said I would do it even though it was in a sleep induced state of crazyness so I guess I better try my best.


So, what that goes to show is that I am trying my best, which is all you are going to get right now. As much as I want to do this, not failing my classes so that I can actually graduate takes priority over this. So yes, my paper comparing the microbial populations of the ruminant to the non-ruminant had to be done before this blog could be written. The rational part of my brain would like to apologize for the fact that the crazy brain is slowly but surely taking over.

I have lots of ideas, but posts (sadly) do not write themselves. If only...

I will honestly try to make an effort to write several blogs this weekend so that this stops happening.

I feel like I have not given this the attention that it deseveres over the last few days, and I feel terrible about that.

Crazy brain has fully take over...those last 4 statements (RM:don't even try to pass them off as sentences) all started with I...I can feel the wrath of my English teacher and see the purple pen marks on this blog (she graded in purple pen so we weren't as scared of the marks)

Crazy Brain is going to bed NOW

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Fry Fun

ACK!!!!

I just got back to school and got into a heated discussion with my housemate about which kinds of fries are the most dangerous to hunt in their wild versions (answer: curly fries...they all bunch up together and attack you when you catch one. the best ones to hunt are crinkle fries as they are dumb and if you step on one, the others will come running and you can just scoop them up) when I realized that I now have no minutes to type this...literally...no minutes.

oh well, today I was going to write about the easter bunny and the tradition of coloring and hiding eggs, but that is going to have to wait until tomorrow as usual.

In the last 3 days I have spent a total of 18 hours in the car driving...not fun. especially for someone who has an extreme dislike of moving vehicles of any kind.

The end.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Internet Irritations

Ok, so ten days seems to be how long I can stick with something.  But really, there was a valid excuse for why there was not a blog post yesterday.  I got up in the morning and went out to feed our horses and found, much to my dismay that they had torn down some of the temporary fencing we put up in the winter.  Luckily they were hungry and had not gone very far, but I still had to fix that fence…bad start to the day.  Then, I went to pick my brother and his friends up from college (4 college freshmen boys + one car = the most hilarious conversations EVER) so I was gone until 6:30ish.

So, that should leave me plenty of time to write a post right? Theoretically, but the one thing that you need to be able to POST something is internet, and we no longer had any…good old windstream…they make me SO happy.

So, all you naysayers say you should just go to the library silly Well…that would be a good choice if a)I did not live in a place where the library closes at 5om on Fridays and b)I did not live a 20 minute DRIVE away with no car (just ride your bike you would say…which would be fun, but it gets to be less fun if it is 40 degrees F and raining)

So that’s clearly out of the question, so you say just steal it from your neighbors in the comfort of your own home.  Which would also be a valid option if a)I had neighbors within a 5 minute drive of me (I live on a farm) b) I could see my neighbors house from the road.  As it is, I think they would get quite suspicious if a person sitting under and umbrella on a bike with a computer was sitting in their driveway.

Needless to say, this entry is going up as soon as we get internet back…and I will make a double post sometime soon to make up for the lack of internet leading to no post on Friday.

Oh, and here is a picture of a chick for Easter…just take the picture as enough and DON’T GET A REAL ONE FOR EASTER…it’s just not cool

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Looking back on my childhood, I have realized that my parents (and grandparents, teachers, and babysitters) were wrong about a lot of things (they were also right about TONS of things too!). Sometimes they were knowingly lying to me, but other times, they just didn’t know any better. So what are some things that my parents told me when I was a child?

1) If you keep making that face, your face will freeze like that
I remember clearly the day my parent told this to me and my bother. We were about 5 minutes into a 3 hour car trip and my bother were busy making the most ridiculous faces. I don’t think my parents minded too much until the faces were accompanied by noises of a similar style. Thus, out came the “you face will freeze like that” saying. Now, both of my parents were engineers, so we were used to figuring out how things worked. This was no different and we began to press for how this face freezing thing worked, if it was reversible, what the restrictions were. The answer to this was what made it memorable. My mom, in a question induced state of frenzy, said “it will really only work if you get hit really hard when your face is like that.” THIS WAS A MISTAKE! Cue the now 2 hours and 45 minutes of my brother and I making funny faces and then beating on each other in an attempt to get it to freeze in that position. My parents NEVER said this again.

2) Santa is real (WHAT? You mean he is not??)
I don’t get this lie. Why is getting a present from a fat old man who wears a funny suit and breaks into your house that much more valuable than getting a gift from a REAL PERSON? Shouldn’t we be encouraging children in the spirit of gift giving and all that? How much does it encourage the rampant materialism we see today when children are given gifts from an imaginary person who gives them gifts based on how “good” they are?

3) Video games will ruin your sight.
As much as this is going to disappoint all of those parents out there who DESPERATELY want a reason to make your kids play outside (how about just tell them the truth?) video games will not ruin your vision. In fact, scientists are using video games to improve the vision of some people.

4) Sitting too close to the television will ruin your sight
Again, not so much truth in this. Sitting closer than 20 feet to the TV will indeed make your eye muscles tired, but it will in no way “ruin” them. You see, when at distances over 20 feet, the muscles that contract to change the shape of your lens (and thus focus your vision) are in a completely relaxed state. Once you move in closer than 20 feet, your eyes have to work harder to focus your eyes so they get tired faster.

5) Reading in the dark will ruin your eyes
I remember as a kid pretending to be deathly afraid of the dark so that my parents would leave the closet light on. This was JUST enough light so that I could read. I remember spending HOURS with just the top of the book pushed under the pillow and at any noise, I would shove the book under it and pretend to be asleep. I can only remember being caught twice, but due to my extreme fear of the dark, my parents never turned out the light and my room was down a long hallway from their room, so as long as I listen carefully, it was a fairly safe bet on my part.
Anyway, this will also just make your eyes tired. The rods in your eyes must work harder when you read in the dark because the cones don’t work in low light. The rods have lass acuity than the cones so your eye has a harder time processing the information and thus gets tired faster.

6) You should rip band-aids off quickly rather than over a long time
I always had an issue with this, but could never prove that the slow way was better…until now. This guy (near the end of the video) did a study that shows that the human brain processes intensity of pain much more than duration so a longer but less intense bandage removal will be overall less painful.
NOTE: The best way to remove a bandage is to get it wet so the adhesive (usually water based) lets go a little bit…then it practically slides off
ANOTHER NOTE: The rest of that video is also very interesting…be sure to watch it!

7) You can’t go sledding when there is no snow
Ok, this was probably just me, but as a kid (and in-fact probably even more so now) I LOVED sledding. My friends and I were hard core sledders. Remind me to tell you the story of when I knocked myself out and got a concussion while sledding (NO, I did NOT run into a tree). I wanted to go sledding LONG after there was no more snow, but wet grass doesn’t work all that well (although for the record mud works EXCELLENTLY until you get home and come in the house) and slip and slides are just not the same. So what is a kid to do? Well, these guys came to the rescue of kids like me. They have created a sled that you can attach blocks of ice to the bottom of so that you can sled ANYTIME! Bring on global warming (ok, do NOT bring on global warming…EVER) we will STILL BE ABLE TO SLED!

8) All that texting will ruin your ability to read and write “real English”
This idea seems to still be commonplace even though there have been studies that show that kids who text are often better writers and readers than kids who do not text. I think that as long as kids are taught that the abbreviations that are often used in texting are not appropriate in formal essays, learning and practicing the expression of ideas through the medium of text can only improve your writing in the long run. On a personal note, I know that my spelling has improved immensely (from worse than horrible to slightly below mediocre) since I started texting with word prediction. You don’t spell a word right with that on and it gives you this annoying question mark that just mocks you “nah nah you don’t know how to spell annoying (who KNEW that it has 2 Ns in it???) so now you get gibberish…good luck with your message.” Ugh…so now I know (and have a reason to remember) how to spell more words than I ever thought possible.

9) Stop doodling during class or you won’t learn anything
Many of you have probably already figured this out at some point, but here is some ammunition the next time that someone tells you to stop doodling and pay attention (appropriate response is “I can’t do that…its one or the other. You get to chose which one is more important to you…k thanks”). Scientists have preformed a study that shows that people who doodle while listening to something have a much better retention of facts than those people who did not doodle. All of you doodlers who were forced to stop now have an excuse for why you never did well in your classes…thank you science!

So, that concludes the list because 9 is my favorite one digit number (12 being my favorite two digit number and 144 is my favorite three digit number…yes I am odd enough that I have several favorite numbers…to add to it, 4 is my favorite smallish number).

What are some other things that your parents (or any elder) lied/misrepresented to you as a child? I have more of these, and I am sure there are some I can’t remember right now, so I might do this again. I find the instructing of children in the ways of the world to be a fascinating topic (even though kids in general are somewhere near the top of my top ten things to avoid at all costs list) and the idea of lying to children about relatively simple things simply baffles me.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Clandestine Collectors

Once again that part of my brain that apparently gets to decide what I write about has hijacked that part of my brain that says “you already have a blog post written that you TOLD people you were going to post today (and for the last few days…sorry about that) why don’t you just post THAT?”

I don’t know why this keeps happening…I had just opened my browser to make this post (well, not THIS post, but rather the one about how your parents lied to you) when I said “hmmm…I guess I will just check my e-mail really quick”

BOY was that a mistake…

First of all I was once again bummed out about the 124,223 unread e-mails I have to respond to but probably never will.

Then, I saw a new e-mail from school (usually I check those lest they say something such as “you be getting a new scholarship so we have lots of dollars to give you back” (which I might add is probably never going to happen, but a girl can dream right?)

Anyway, the e-mail was about a new job interview that was going to be conducted on campus. It was from the CIA looking for (and I do not kid at all) “a collector of clandestine information”…REALLY?

I didn't want to write about this but how could I not? I have made a conscious effort in recent weeks to wean my brain off of brain crack so this is apparently what happens when you just put ideas out there as they come to you (or, it could be brain crack withdrawal symptoms and I am really going -more?- crazy, both of which are equally likely options)

Calling these people “spies” is now politically incorrect. Even a seemingly innocuous term such as “agent.” is not politically correct enough anymore. What has this world come to that spies are now called collectors of clandestine information? I want to be a SPY, not a collector of clandestine information thanks.

What other ridiculous job titles have you heard in an attempt to make it politically correct? Bonus points (in a game where points are not recorded and for all intensive purposes mean nothing) if it makes an otherwise awesome job seem less awesome.

Also, I would just like to add that I should get some sort of brevity prize today as this is the shortest post I have written thus far.