4:30 AM, Jan 1st, 2008: We're in the Future Now.

Ah, the first day of a brand new year. And what a year it looks to be already. So little of it has come to pass, so little in fact, that it may be the only time this year when my degree of forgotten moments of the year will be in the double digits. I begin to enter the state of relative sobriety, where i could only be described as drunk, after several hours of vigorous mobilization, and i am left with only the haziest memories of how I got home, or drunk. I distinctly remember yelling at other drunks in the street "HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM RUSSIA!!! Oi!". How, you might ask, can i be so certain that that was the exact phrase? As opposed to the possibly more high brow "Happy New Year!! From Russia, with love!!"? Well, the answer you see, lies in the large block of text that i find scrawled on my forearm, with the aforementioned low brow quote. Which did trigger the memories of the thick Russian accent, and the cursing at honking cars as i walk in the middle of the road. I mean, they were obviously capitalists, what with their "pedestrians-don't-belong-in-the-middle-of-busy-roads-especially-not-in-a-blizzard" attitude... the pigs... THE SWINE!!! Like I said, still a bit drunk. And a touch belligerent. And marveling that if you extend Holiday greetings from the former soviet union to people at house parties in a fake accent, they will give you shots... i don't know what of, but it made me louder, and the accent a better idea, so it may have been liquor. Also, I believe I made a bit of an ass of myself at the party... since I was one of two drunk people... and the drunkest... and it was a sedate party... with jazz... 'cause the host was sick... And I forgot to give money for pizza... hm... well, If the point of friendship isn't to get belligerently drunk at inappropriate times, often at the expense of others, well... fuck if i know the point of being anyone's friend... so, in conclusion, all i can find to say is "WHO WET MY PANTS!?!?!?" as well as the slightly Sequitor-ish:
"HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM RUSSIA. Oi!"

Oi!

Happy NEW YEARS FRAM RUSSIA!! Oi!

21st birthday.

so, since i made the pledge to myself that upon turning the age of 21 later this winter, that i was going to wear a top hat all day, (text MSG mishap, but i decided to do it anyway), that perhaps i would go all out with the whole shebang, and maybe wear the body garb to go with it. so, since i had nothing better to do this afternoon, i decided, "hey, why not go a looking, i may be nearly broke, but what harm could it do? so, after a few hours of the old browse-a-roo, i had pretty much decided that i hate suit retailers. their websites are crappy. they really don't want to come out and tell you anything, at all, about anything. it was only after about fifteen Min's at one site, when i came to the realization as to why. they charge you out the ass! one site wanted more than $3000!!! and it didn't even come with pants!! so at this point, i had all but given up, and so i just went to check a few more, when i found this site, which has convinced me to give tuxedos a second chance. the website wasn't glaring and white, which was a nice change, and best of all, they both told me the prices up front, and with out fear, but also: i didn't shit my pants when i read them. they seem so reasonable, and that was when i thought that i was renting! i looked further into the site, and found out that other sited had been offering to rent me a tux, for more than this site was selling them for!! that's crazy! and despite the fact that these people cant be making much money, they seem to have set up a user interface that is sleek and efficient, and makes it easy to find products, so I've already found at least three that i think would be really good to own. i went into this afternoon with thoughts of looking at things i cant get, but now, i think i might actually buy myself a birthday suit.

Remix o-bop! -- Ricecake.

Remix o-bop!
-- Ricecake.

well damn.

so, my video of feynman talking about the relationship between religion and science has evaporated into the ether of youtube...so im rather bummed by that, i really liked it. anyway, i have been debating what to put up in its wake, as evidently, i need a video on my page. so i've decided to put up a dandy video of some frenchman, listening to the wall, and dinking about.

YAY!!

YAY!!!! Programing!!!
I should probably be paying more attention.
Oh well.
asteroid Apophis. tasty.
I may get a job at a hookah bar.
Yay.
----Ricecake.

03830 trees in normandy. Bill

03830 trees in normandy. Bill philip.

New Year.

So the year is new. I now have to stop writing 2006. damn, and i was just getting used to it, too. so, how shall I celebrate this new year? what new things shall i do? how will i make this year be the year that my name goes down in the history books? I'm going to do everything exactly the same. except maybe get a job. hopefully. and the video games. gonna play those too. As in... right now.
peace.

Thats not norml...

Yesterday, one of my friends asked me about a proposed bill they had been asked to sign a petition about, namely one about legalizing marijuana in Michigan. i looked into it a little bit, and two things became clear fast, one, the bill was about medical marijuana, not general usage, and two, it was shot down in late November. so the petition that was proposed to him must have been to put it one the 2008 ballot, which is what the Michigan chapter of norml is trying to do, so that they wont have to muck about with convincing the legislature that its a good idea. now, another thing that poped out at me, when i was looking around on normls site, was that there are nine chapters in michigan, which in and of itself, is a not remarkable, or odd. but what did strike me, is that areas like Hillsdale, which are kinda small, have a chapter, but that Detroit, Grand Rapids and Lansing, three of the larger cities in the state, do not. why this is, i can only guess, but it strikes me as not...norml.

For Ashley.

I think that this mans words may hold weight on the topic of science and religion, which seems to have become very active in recent times. bonus points if you know who he is.

again.

so yet another night of staying up to late playing Starcraft. and i also spent sometime drinking coffee downtown. it was a rather uneventful day. at some point, I'm going to get around to posting in live journal, or face book that i have this thing, and see if i can direct more traffic at it. then it will feel a bit more like something that people read, as opposed to something that no one reads, which is how it is now. i really need to start going to bed sooner, it would make life so much simpler, what with classes and all. perhaps ill turn this into some sort of guide to East Lansing. i think i shall. I'm now declaring this a guide to East Lansing, and i shall review everywhere in East Lansing, and the Lansing area in general. that i go to, that is. to start, the best places to go get coffee: Espresso Royal, anytime before midnight, feels much less chain-y, and has better seating; soft couches, and such. if you just need coffee, or its late at night, then you would go to Beaners, down near where Michigan branches off from grand river. its the original, so you get to feel bad ass when you go there. it used to be an Arbys. its open 24 hours a day. its nice. but the chairs ain't great. now, if you are in the market for an energy drink, you can obtain at least redbull at any of the gas stations, or convenience stores in the city, which you will never be more than five minuets from, if your on grand river, at least. now, if you are looking for something a bit more high class than redbull, or any of the various run of the mill drink, i would suggest either CVS pharmacy, on Albert and MAC, or F.R.A.G., on grand river, right near Espresso Royal. frag has bawls, which is really good, and they offer particularly good prices, namely, $1.90 a can, so that with deposit, it only costs you two dollars, which is less than any place else in town charges, except for rip it, which is $.99. CVS has the full array of Jone's energy drinks, which is more than pleasant, although they do charge a little bit more for the more specialty ones, like Jone's. that is all for tonight, and ill probably review food providers on a first to serve, first to be reviewed status.
--Ricecake.

aww.....

awww.....my little Html clock has gone haywire, and no longer functions. to my great displeasure, i must now declare that despite the statement of the little thing down to the right, there is in fact, no clock on my site.

An open letter to Ms.Welliver in specific, and believers in general.

Ms.Welliver, I have been following along as this discussion has slowly progressed through the day, and i cant help but notice some distinct things that just sort of, leap to my attention as i read this recent attack of yours. And i do use the word "attack" in its fullest sense, ripe with the implication of malevolent intent, for it seems to me, through the course of my several re-readings of your "argument," that the majority of your case is founded (if it can be described as such) in unsupported allegations pertaining to the thoughts and intentions of your opponent. I fail to see how you could possibly know that she has "always doubted it," as you are not her, and that is the sort of thing that we have to take people words about. Just as i could say that you are obviously lying when you tell your fanciful yarn about benevolent clouds, and malevolent shadows, i do not. To assert that you are lying would be to assume a level of knowledge about your state of mind that i frankly cannot know, and as such, all i can do, is state it to be a possibility. just as i will state that there is the possibility that you are conveying your experiences accurately. In the former, i do not understand your motivation, and in the latter, your motivation does not matter, as you were evidently delusional at the time that you had the experience. For you see, what you have described is nonsense, how can you “experience” a world that is not physical in nature? Are not all of your senses rooted in reality? Do your eyes not detect photons, as mine do? Do your nerves react do different stimuli than mine? Where in your concretely physical body, is the sense organ that interacts with the intangible? It is in that question that i have laid a trap for you, because there is no answer to that question; if you can in any way, shape or form, interact with it, then it is most evidently not intangible; that is not a point that we can debate, it is merely a matter if definitions. Already at this point, we have ruled out all scenarios in which your story holds weight as is; it can only continue if you radically redefine various parts of it, which would be tantamount to forfeiture, and an admission of falsification. Alternatively, you could persist with the story that you have already placed on the table, which would merely confirm the notion that your mental faculties are in some way lacking. So the choice of which course to take is up to you, and i eagerly await, to find out what you decide the verdict is. Also, if you try to fight back with any sort of cop out argument revolving around how you think that I'm closed minded, and because i don't explicitly believe exactly what you believe, that i can therefore never understand, all i have to say is this: fucking grow the fuck up. If that is the best response that you can find to someone else's point, then you have obviously lost, and would be better respected if you would admit that at the least you cannot properly convey your point, and cannot continue. The way that you have chosen is just poor sportsmanship, and relatively easily overturned: did you “always” believe exactly what you believe now? I'm willing to bet that you didn't. How then, did you gain this understanding of the “spiritual world?” evidently, it is something that can be understood be a non believer. I'm not closed minded, I'm just fucking sick and tired of “spiritual people” running wild, and spouting their nonsensical, unsupported by any facts, ideas and beliefs, and then, when they are not embraced by the mainstream, crying to themselves about the bigotry and intolerance of the world, and how no one has an open mind, and everything like that. Let me tell you this, and this will be my last point: everyone else out here, in the real world, with any idea of how things actually are; we do have open minds, they are wide open, taking in the world that we can touch, and see, and hear, and we are basing our beliefs around what we find there, not in our imaginations; our minds are wide open, wider than yours could ever be.
--Ricecake.

so.

so, evidently, having this window pop up every time i oped IE isn't quite as good as i expected at having me actually update it with any frequency. but, i am seeming to do that at the moment. although i have nothing of significance to share with Ashley, the only person who looks at this, and infrequently, at that. so, I'm just going to discuss observations about the world. its cold. its painfully cold. but, that may be because its December. i have needle pokes, on my arms. phlebotomy was less than enthusiastically joyous today. we are coming up on exams, so we are having to practice. alot. and. it. is.....poky. ouch. so, in the end, I'm less than thrilled. hey, but at least Ashley is back down here on Tuesday, which is better than Wednesday, although today would be better. I'm completely babbled out, so I'm going to stop now. i wonder if any random people from the InterMcnet have found this. if you are from the Internet, and you find this, leave me a comment, and ill be happy. so yeah, bugger that for a lark....
--Ricecake

Coat. I need a good

Coat. I need a good winter coat. And g need it cheap, and i would like it new. Sigh. Also, i need to remember fragle ro
Ricecake.