I want this lens...
Canon EF-S 60mm f/2.8 Compact Macro AutoFocus Lens
and the fantastic fisheye lens by photojojo
November 07, 2010
November 02, 2010
Cold Medicine
About 20 minutes ago I took cold medicine. It was the PM kind. Before I proceed I'd like to note that my mom volunteered to spend the night at my house and watch Lily so I could take cold medicine. I'd also like to note that I'm sick. My last note is that cold medicine really messes me up. I need at least 12 hours where no one needs me to drive, use the oven, do math, make important decisions, make a speech, light candles, be near hot liquids, hold things... It just really messes me up.
Before I pass out I thought I'd see what writing while on cold medicine would be like. So far it's pretty normal. I've made a lot of typo's but I've been clearing them up as I go. From this point on I will no longer clear up my typo's.
Today I woke up and skipped school. Lily had me up all night because she was sick herself. She also passed it on to me. So I didn't go to school and then I slept until noon with her. Then I took a shower and Lily took her bath. While I was putting my make up on she played in my deoderant which was unkown to me. She got in trouble for that and there are white specks of Dove grounded into my bed room carpet. That's so great.
After that Lily and I went over to the other side of our duplex because my mom was over there painting. The back story to that was because she is painting over there. My sister is moving in next door and she will be considered my tenant and I will be the lord of the land still. My previous tenant moved out on Halloween and that was good. She cleaned but she also didn't really clean at all. She's a nice girl but I'm glad she is gone. There are a few reasons. The first is because I can sing and be loud at all hours now. The next is because my sister lives next door and I don't plan on making dinner ever again. There are more reasons too; like I can use my entire yard now and the other side isn't such a mystery.
Back to my day, after I took Lily over to see my mom on my other side of the duplex I drove to my polling place. My polling place is still in Troy because I haven't changed addresses on my voters regirstation yet. No big deal though. So I went and these old yahoos complimented how "Lutheran" my last name sounded. They congratulated me on being Italian and asked if I was related to the Collinsville Viliocco's. I said yes because I am. But unbeknowest to me I was at the wrong table and had to go to the "Jarvis 5" table. I was previously at the "Jarvis 7" table, which is where my mom said I should be. She was wrong. At the "Jarvis 5" table a lady complimented my Chococat Sanrio wallet but I ignored her until she complimented it again. At that point I had to acknowledge her and I said I love Hello Kitty but I actually really hated cats. An old lady handed me a ballot and I left the "Jarvis 5" table. I went to a voting station..station 8..and I voted straight democrat except when there was no democrat I either left if blank or I voted for the woman in the Green party. I turned in my application, learned that I was voter 279, took my "I voted" sticker which I am still wearing now, and I left. In the parking lot I thought I saw John Shimkus in a striped sweater but it wasn't him. It was someone else. I tried not to look at him because I'm not a supporter and his wife is annoying. But it wasn't him anyway.
After that I went home. I painted some. I went to my real home and I ate chinese food. I got it from Peking, which is on Main street in Collinsville. It was really good. It wasn't greasy and mushy like lots of chinese is. It was firm and on slightly greasy. I have some beef and brocolli on my shirt still. After that I cleaned up, cleaned up Kelso's mess from the basement which was so gross, and took some cold medicine.
Now Kelso is in the basement barking because for some reason you can hear the other duplex's basement really well. No other part of the house is like that. I could be murdered in the livingroom and no one on the other side would hear but in the basement you could hear a whisper from the other side. Amanda and Cory are painting the bathroom in their basement and Kelso is in my basement hearing it all. He is probably wonder what is going on. I would be too but my brain is bigger so I understand what's going on.
I am only slightly tired now, which isn't really the way cold medicine usually affects me. By now I would be wanting to die rather than be up. I could probably stay up but I'm not sure what else to do. I've already written a lot and a lot of it seems like nonsense. Especially the part where I talk about my day in too much detail. Which is this whole post. This last paragraph is nonsense.
Happy Election Day! I'm so tired now. Heres a picture:
Before I pass out I thought I'd see what writing while on cold medicine would be like. So far it's pretty normal. I've made a lot of typo's but I've been clearing them up as I go. From this point on I will no longer clear up my typo's.
Today I woke up and skipped school. Lily had me up all night because she was sick herself. She also passed it on to me. So I didn't go to school and then I slept until noon with her. Then I took a shower and Lily took her bath. While I was putting my make up on she played in my deoderant which was unkown to me. She got in trouble for that and there are white specks of Dove grounded into my bed room carpet. That's so great.
After that Lily and I went over to the other side of our duplex because my mom was over there painting. The back story to that was because she is painting over there. My sister is moving in next door and she will be considered my tenant and I will be the lord of the land still. My previous tenant moved out on Halloween and that was good. She cleaned but she also didn't really clean at all. She's a nice girl but I'm glad she is gone. There are a few reasons. The first is because I can sing and be loud at all hours now. The next is because my sister lives next door and I don't plan on making dinner ever again. There are more reasons too; like I can use my entire yard now and the other side isn't such a mystery.
Back to my day, after I took Lily over to see my mom on my other side of the duplex I drove to my polling place. My polling place is still in Troy because I haven't changed addresses on my voters regirstation yet. No big deal though. So I went and these old yahoos complimented how "Lutheran" my last name sounded. They congratulated me on being Italian and asked if I was related to the Collinsville Viliocco's. I said yes because I am. But unbeknowest to me I was at the wrong table and had to go to the "Jarvis 5" table. I was previously at the "Jarvis 7" table, which is where my mom said I should be. She was wrong. At the "Jarvis 5" table a lady complimented my Chococat Sanrio wallet but I ignored her until she complimented it again. At that point I had to acknowledge her and I said I love Hello Kitty but I actually really hated cats. An old lady handed me a ballot and I left the "Jarvis 5" table. I went to a voting station..station 8..and I voted straight democrat except when there was no democrat I either left if blank or I voted for the woman in the Green party. I turned in my application, learned that I was voter 279, took my "I voted" sticker which I am still wearing now, and I left. In the parking lot I thought I saw John Shimkus in a striped sweater but it wasn't him. It was someone else. I tried not to look at him because I'm not a supporter and his wife is annoying. But it wasn't him anyway.
After that I went home. I painted some. I went to my real home and I ate chinese food. I got it from Peking, which is on Main street in Collinsville. It was really good. It wasn't greasy and mushy like lots of chinese is. It was firm and on slightly greasy. I have some beef and brocolli on my shirt still. After that I cleaned up, cleaned up Kelso's mess from the basement which was so gross, and took some cold medicine.
Now Kelso is in the basement barking because for some reason you can hear the other duplex's basement really well. No other part of the house is like that. I could be murdered in the livingroom and no one on the other side would hear but in the basement you could hear a whisper from the other side. Amanda and Cory are painting the bathroom in their basement and Kelso is in my basement hearing it all. He is probably wonder what is going on. I would be too but my brain is bigger so I understand what's going on.
I am only slightly tired now, which isn't really the way cold medicine usually affects me. By now I would be wanting to die rather than be up. I could probably stay up but I'm not sure what else to do. I've already written a lot and a lot of it seems like nonsense. Especially the part where I talk about my day in too much detail. Which is this whole post. This last paragraph is nonsense.
Happy Election Day! I'm so tired now. Heres a picture:
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| This is me on cold medicine, for realz. |
October 30, 2010
Ink (2009)
Briefly, "Ink" is a sci-fi, fantasy thriller about 8 year old Emma and her father, John. Emma is snatched up by a lost soul, Ink, who is stuck in the in-between of life, dreams, death, and nightmares. To the awake world, Emma lies in a comatose state, but in the in-between Emma is shackled to Ink on her way to meet "the Assembly". Her father, John, awake throughout the movie, finds himself in a nightmare he can't seem to wake up from. "Ink" is a story of good and evil, right and wrong, and guilt and forgiveness. It's a dark but whimsical tale that tells a story even after the credits roll.
Being a low-budget film the quality isn't that of more expensive movies but the hazy, dream-like attribute is perfect for this story. The musical aspect fits beautifully and even becomes inspiring. The unique characters, good and evil, are unforgetabble. I also liked the simple, almost universal language this was told in. There were simple, unique terms used for the "job positions" of each character or group (pathfinder, story tellers, incubi).
There were a few things I didn't like about this movie, like the use of some props seemed too specific. The movie was too short to go over what these were exactly and why they were used. There were even close-ups of these props in use, as if they were important to the story later, yet were never mentioned or explained again.
Overall, I give this movie a 4.75 out of 5 stars and I usually hate sci-fi.
Side-note: It's 107 minutes long and there were no "famous" actors/actresses. The film-makers found that the rapid illegal sharing of this movie was the sole cause of it's popularity and DVD/Blu-ray sales.
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| Jacob the Pathfinder |
Below is my favorite scene from this movie. It's of my favorite character, Jacob the Pathfinder, attempting to "stop the flow" that happens when a person leads a life of guilt. I've also included the "Ink" trailer, which includes a look at the haunting Incubi.
October 23, 2010
October 18, 2010
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October 16, 2010
Test Results.
Alright, well I recently took some tests and got the results back: I've got gonorrhea. Not really, these are psychological and personality test results. To take the test yourself, click the links I've provided.
RHETI Sampler Test Results:
Free Jung Word Choice Test (similar to MBTI)
personality tests by similarminds.com
Are You Right or Left Brained?(word test)
personality tests by similarminds.com
Take Free Big Five Compatibility Test
RHETI Sampler Test Results:
Type Six
The Loyalist
The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion. At their Best: internally stable and self-reliant, courageously championing themselves and others.
The Loyalist
The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion. At their Best: internally stable and self-reliant, courageously championing themselves and others.
This sounds pretty reliable (running on stress while complaining about it...problems with self-doubt and suspicion).
ISFJ - "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population. |
personality tests by similarminds.com
Usually I get ISFJ or ISFP...depending on where I am in my life. I guess right now I'm in a loyal, conservator place which makes sense.
Brain Lateralization Test Results |
| Right Brain (38%) The right hemisphere is the visual, figurative, artistic, and intuitive side of the brain. Left Brain (52%) The left hemisphere is the logical, articulate, assertive, and practical side of the brain |
personality tests by similarminds.com
I disagree strongly with this. I'm not logical, articulate, or assertive. I can be practical but for the most part I need visuals, figurative examples, and have good ideas but have a hard time explaining them. I'm good at making things up but I have trouble paying attention to detail. I'm a right brain who likes her space and her space clean.
Big Five Compatibility Test
Your overall complementarity is 72%. |
This test says Brandon and I are 72% complementary but as good of a score that is, I think it's inaccurate because he didn't have to be involved in answer. It was all my opinion. If he were to take it and answer questions about me we could have entirely different scores. Maybe I'll ask him to take it and see what he gets.
October 15, 2010
My fears are real.
It’s true that some people truly believe in ghosts and some don’t so this is certainly up to your interpretation. However, with the help of Hollywood with movies such as the Poltergeist movie series, the perception of ghost, whether you believe in them or not, is highly magnified; not only on the big screen, but to the public. Movies certainly help to let our imaginations go to new heights when it comes to creepy things such as ghosts.
Most people that have spectrophobia (the fear of ghosts) realize that this is an irrational fear and that there’s truly nothing to be afraid of. These people may be afraid to be in old, empty houses, dark places, or quiet woods, especially at night; even though the logical side of them says that nothing will happen.
Ambulothanatophobia is fear of the walking dead, or zombies. It’s a long name for something so irrational, but if you break it down, it makes sense. Ambulo is Latin for “walking”, thanato is Latin for “death”, and of course phobia means “fear”.
This is a genuine fear in which it can be argued that Hollywood is somewhat responsible for with movies such as the Resident Evil movies and Dawn of the Dead. Though most people realize that zombies aren’t real, individuals with this fear let their imaginations get the best of them.
Demons are said to be evil spiritual beings. Now, again we might run into an issue where some people think that demons are real while others feel that it’s nonsense. Either is fine, but individuals with this fear take the fear to the extreme and often realize that it’s irrational. Like people with spectrophobia (mentioned above), people suffering from demonophobia would most likely be afraid to go into an old, dark house, or be alone in the woods."
-Amog.com
October 13, 2010
Charter Television is run by the devil.
They are from the devil. Only the devil would charge me $60 for basic cable and internet. And only the devil would bully me over the phone and make me out to be a liar. You see, I chose Charter two months ago for the $29.99 deal that includes basic cable and internet. Over the past two months they've sent my bill on a roller coaster ride ranging from $56 to $63 for the same damn services. Then they cut off my access to downloading because I downloaded one episode of Weeds.
One good thing about Charter, however, is that every time I call to complain they DON'T send me to India. Don't get me wrong, I like Indians. Outsource all you want. Those people need the jobs too. But I don't like being sent to India to complain because I feel like an obese, smelly American complaining to a person who probably can't afford cable or high speed internet.
I'd rather to complain to Yolanda, a real American telemarketer, who I had the pleasure of speaking with today. I didn't feel like a jerk telling her the company she works for is a rip off. She barely listened to me and was a bully. In the end, I told Yolanda I'd keep Charter until I found a better, less Satanic company, but I'd be back with a vengeance.
I'm writing those jerks a letter!
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