Talking is an inefficient way to communicate

People can't listen to each other.  They don't listen or don't care about what other people are saying or just can't comprehend it.  What is more efficient?  Not sure.  Can we speed up the speed of thought?  How fast do you think?  How fast is fast?  Can you change the speed of thought?  This is something I could get into I think.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Sports Jerseys

Of all the jerseys in all sports, I have to say that the new Oregon Ducks jersey with the wings on the shoulders is pretty cool.  Any favorites out there?  Maybe?  I think most jerseys all kind of look the same.  The women's US world cup team jerseys were cool as well.  Just wrote this because I didn't have anything else to write about.  Ho hum...

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Philly sports for the win

Phillies and the Eagles making some good trades and aquisitions.  Hunter Pence, Cromartie, and Asomasjofidasja.  Good stuff.  Really hoping that the Phillies can go all the way this year.  I have a pitcher going right now in MLB the show 2011.  He's the ace pitcher for the Phils.  Who have all of their star pitching plus 2.  One is me, the other Felix Hernandez.  They lost all their field players, thus sucking badly.  Anyway, somehow they made it to the world series, thanks to yours truly, and they lost to the Yankees.  Hope THAT doesn't happen this year.  I think their biggest challenge will be getting out of the NLDS and NLCS.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Knockoffs of Harry Potter are just not worth it

My evidence being that: Jenny Nimmo sucks.  If she ever read this, she would probably be a little upset.  Sorry in advance for that.  But the Charlie Bone series, by the way, don't read it, is really bad.  She should have stopped after book 3.  Book 4 was alright, but with that book, you just start opening a huge can of worms.  The series would have ended with a party.  Everyone loves parties.  You just don't need good to triumph over evil all the time.  Almost typed ecstasy instead of evil there.  Whoa!  Why do stories want to end happily all the time and have closure?  Some closure is fine, but absolute resolution of the plot sometimes doesn't appeal to me, especially when the resolution is just way too hard to conceive of under the current circumstances.  Even with the Harry Potter series, you just can't keep track of all the solutions to a problem.  Whatever happened to time-turners?  And certain weird occurances just don't make sense.  These people do not know how to truly create their fantasy world.  It seems like you almost have to live in that world to truly conceive of it.  Like acting.  Whoever said that sanity was a requirement of being an artist anyway?

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Why do people not like me?

I go around places and I just see how people act with me and how they act around other people (for some reason I don't find it hard to be invisible when other people are having fun right in front of me), and through many many months of deliberation, I have decided that people do not like me.  They are not my friend or even accomplice.  And I try so hard to be nice to them.  I do stuff for them, I'm myself around them.  And it just isn't good enough.  So naturally I figure there's a reason.  Well I found it.  And it's my fault.  There is just something about me and the way I act that makes other people not want to be around me.  Other people are with their friends all the time and they seem happy.  But they don't want to be around me.  Sure they talk to me sometimes.  But I don't think they want to.  And sorry for writing this entirely self-centered thing, but this is my blog.  I should be able to write whatever I want on here.  But I don't usually.  Actually, most of the time I do.  Sort of...

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Hilarious!

Just found this.  Bawling with laughter I tell you!The world's best and most famous conductor made a small mistake while conducting the New York Symphony Orchestra. The audience didn't notice, the orchestra didn't notice either, but he knew he'd made the mistake and decided that he should retire. Once the performance had finished, he turned and faced the audience and said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, this is my last performance as a world-class conductor. I'm now announcing my retirement.'

After a few minutes' silence from the shocked audience and orchestra, he was greeted with boos and hisses. He walked from the stage, only to be met by his manager, standing in between two gorilla-sized bodyguards. 'Oh no, you don't,' his manager said, 'you're not retiring.'

Forced back to work by his manager, he endured week after week of conducting he no longer wanted to do. While lying in bed one night with his wife of many years, he turned to her and said, 'Dear, would you be able to get me a small handgun?''Yes, dear,' she said, and he rolled over and went to sleep.
Sure enough, at his next performance, the conductor had a small handgun concealed in his jacket. Once the concert had finished, he turned to the audience and said, 'I'm announcing my retirement for the second time. This is my last performance.' The tuba player from the orchestra stood up and shouted, 'You can't be serious!' and the conductor whipped out his handgun and shot the tuba player dead. It wasn't long before the police arrived and the conductor was taken away.

Days later, the conductor was taken to court. 'How do you plead to the charge of first-degree murder?' the judge enquired. 'Guilty, your Honor.' the conductor replied. 'Do you realize the sentence for first-degree murder in this state is death by electrocution?' the judge asked. The conductor thought for a moment but came to the conclusion that death would surely be better than continuing on like he was. 'Yes, your Honor: the conductor said.

While being strapped into the electric chair. one of the guards came to the conductor and said, 'You may have one last request before we terminate your life. What would you like?' After pondering a few seconds, the conductor replied, 'A silver platter with a dozen bananas.' His request was granted. and the conductor scoffed the bananas.

The room was emptied, and the switch was flicked. The conductor's hair stood on end, but he survived! As one guard was about to flick the switch again, he was stopped. 'He survived the chair and the law says we have to let him go.'

The conductor left the building, only to be greeted by his manager and the two gorilla-sized bodyguards. 'Back to work: his manager said.

More weeks of forced conducting went by. Lying in bed again one night with his wife, he asked, 'Dear, could you get me a grenade?'

'Yes, dear: she replied.

At his next performance, the conductor waited until the end of the concert, the grenade tucked neatly in his undies. 'For the third time, I'm announcing my retirement!' he yelled. He took out the grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it into the audience. The grenade exploded, killing 23 members of the crowd. The police arrived, and he was taken away again.

'You again?' asked the judge. 'I thought I'd sentenced you to death not long ago.' The conductor shrugged. 'Okay, how do you plead to 23 counts of first-degree murder?' the judge asked. 'Guilty to all counts: replied the conductor.

While the settings were changed to triple the voltage of the current going to the chair, the conductor was granted another last request.

'A silver platter with two dozen bananas: was his answer. He scoffed the bananas, the· room was evacuated and the switch was flicked. It appeared that they'd manage to kill him this time, but the conductor regained consciousness when they were about to remove his body. His manager and the two gorilla-sized bodyguards were waiting for him as he left the building. 'Back to work!'

The weeks dragged on, and the conductor couldn't take it any more. 'Dear, could you get me a missile launcher?' he asked his wife as they lay in bed.

I 'Yes, dear: she replied.

He didn't even wait for the concert to start. 'Fuck you all!' he screamed, and launched a missile into the New York Symphony Orchestra, killing all 190 band members. The army was called in this time, and he was dragged away.

'Jesus Christ, you again? You're supposed to be DEAD!' the judge roared. The conductor just shrugged. 'May I ask how you plead for 190 counts of first-degree murder?'

'Guilty as sin!' the conductor screamed. The bastards deserved it!' He was hauled away.

A public announcement was issued to all local residents warning that there would be a short out in the power. Meanwhile, the city's electrical engineers were busy rerouting a massive dose of voltage into the electric chair. Once again, the conductor was granted a last request. Three dozen bananas on a silver platter: he said. He scoffed the bananas, the building was completely vacated, and the electric chair was activated by remote control, some two kilometers away. The building exploded, reducing it to rubble. They fished through the ruins to find the conductor's ruined body.

His funeral was held some days later and as the casket was being lowered into the grave there was a knock on the coffin lid. Women fainted as the conductor crawled out of the coffin - alive!

He was taken to a large press conference. One reporter stood up and asked, 'You've survived three visits to the electric chair. How did you do it)'

'I've tried telling people before: he said. 'I'm just a bad conductor.'
~another musing of the ill-informed~

A Note on Days to Come

About a week ago, I decided to start another staple day on the blog.  Get ready for Quote Qwednesday.  This occurs on Qwednesdays and I will share quotes from something or other that is somewhat important or most definitely not important.  So get ready for that.  Also, if you have not already, check out another blog that I have a link to on my blog, it is pretty cool.  :O  Okay, so let's maybe start being a little productive instead of wasting time writing this thing...
~another musing of the ill-informed~