I was channel surfing today.
Toddlers and Tiara's is like a car crash.
It's awful, but you can't look away.
Wow...
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Freedom! Sweet, sweet Freedom!
Freedom is the sweetest prize of them all.
I have tasted freedom, I have lived it, and I have had it taken away.
No, not taken away, I have given it up. I left my freedom behind and went back into my old captivity. How much I want to run away and be free, how much I want to be back to were I was the decider of my own fate, of my own days.
I am stuck and have to wait out the rest of my days of imprisonment with patience. Patience and a little hope. A hope for my future, that it will be better than what I have now, what I know now. Hope that I will be able to give better than what I have been given.
Freedom is making choices and having consequences. My choices are now limited, and I am still paying the consequence of the choice I did make.
Learn a lesson from me- Never, if you can help it, move back in with your parents!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Lesson learned
After a long day at school, I like to go home, relax, and eat food. As I went into my room to drop off the torture devices I have to carry, disguised as books, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
My room faces the backyard, there should not be anything there, except maybe a few rambunctious children. But there was something there, and it was looking me straight in the face.
It was a lion. Honest to goodness, a lion was lounging in the backyard staring into my window. I don't lie...often, and this is not one of those times. I decided to call him Reginald, because he looked so regal...even while lazying about.
Reginald kept his vigil by my window for a day or so, and then he just disappeared. He took my heart with him.
As it turns out, his name is really Leo, and he belongs to another.
The moral of the story: Don't trust lions that are lying around in the backyard looking into your window, they're no good.
My room faces the backyard, there should not be anything there, except maybe a few rambunctious children. But there was something there, and it was looking me straight in the face.
It was a lion. Honest to goodness, a lion was lounging in the backyard staring into my window. I don't lie...often, and this is not one of those times. I decided to call him Reginald, because he looked so regal...even while lazying about.
Reginald kept his vigil by my window for a day or so, and then he just disappeared. He took my heart with him.
As it turns out, his name is really Leo, and he belongs to another.
The moral of the story: Don't trust lions that are lying around in the backyard looking into your window, they're no good.
Monday, June 01, 2009
The Wealth of Entertainment has vanished. Entertainment is now below the poverty level.
Personally, blogs are great when the writer has an over-flowing pool of creativity and a lot of free time. Since I have neither...well, we'll just leave that there. Apparently I think that I still have a lot of extra time, and although I realize that I am lacking in creativity right now, I am still writing.
A short story (and because of my attention span, my short stories are truly short). I was late for class again the other day, and was walking through our administrative building (a short-cut) when low-and-behold I see none other than the president of the University. We made eye-contact for about a half a second. The only thing running through my head was, "Oh man, I hope he doesn't remember me later." I felt so ashamed. My classes that day were a little less than fantastic...I was so bummed. Not to mention, I was late because I had to print off a paper that wasn't actually due that day. But, as all of my stories go, there is a happy ending. It was a Friday, and I didn't have to worry about my paper for the whole weekend. Thus, I had the rare chance of having a relatively stress-less weekend. The end.
I'm always right because I told you I was lacking in creativity...hmm, but my story was kinda long...well, we can't win them all.
A short story (and because of my attention span, my short stories are truly short). I was late for class again the other day, and was walking through our administrative building (a short-cut) when low-and-behold I see none other than the president of the University. We made eye-contact for about a half a second. The only thing running through my head was, "Oh man, I hope he doesn't remember me later." I felt so ashamed. My classes that day were a little less than fantastic...I was so bummed. Not to mention, I was late because I had to print off a paper that wasn't actually due that day. But, as all of my stories go, there is a happy ending. It was a Friday, and I didn't have to worry about my paper for the whole weekend. Thus, I had the rare chance of having a relatively stress-less weekend. The end.
I'm always right because I told you I was lacking in creativity...hmm, but my story was kinda long...well, we can't win them all.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Question: How do you tell the difference between Democrats, Republicans and Southern Republicans?
My friend had this on his Facebook, it cracks me up.
Question: How do you tell the difference between Democrats, Republicans
and Southern Republicans?
The answer can be found by posing the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small
children.
Suddenly, a man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes
with you, screams obscenities, praising Allah, raises the knife, and charges.
You are carrying a Glock 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere
seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Democrat's Answer:
Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his
hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock have appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does tis
send to society and to my children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?
Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound
me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he
was stabbing me?
Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.
This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a
few days and try to come to a consensus.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Republican's Answer:
BANG!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Southern Republican's Answer:
BANG! BANG! BANG! BA NG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click.....(sounds
of reloading).
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click
Daughter: "Nice group, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver
Tips??"
Question: How do you tell the difference between Democrats, Republicans
and Southern Republicans?
The answer can be found by posing the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small
children.
Suddenly, a man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes
with you, screams obscenities, praising Allah, raises the knife, and charges.
You are carrying a Glock 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere
seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Democrat's Answer:
Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his
hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock have appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does tis
send to society and to my children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?
Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound
me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he
was stabbing me?
Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.
This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a
few days and try to come to a consensus.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Republican's Answer:
BANG!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Southern Republican's Answer:
BANG! BANG! BANG! BA NG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click.....(sounds
of reloading).
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click
Daughter: "Nice group, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver
Tips??"
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Spring
I believe Spring is just a rural legend. I believe at one point it was truth, but now it is just a myth, a story told to children so that they are good. "If you are good and do all the chores I tell you to do, the nature fairies will come and make beautiful weather so you can play outside."
Of course, that is an all out lie. Fairies really don't care whether you do your chores or not. But, that is a common misconception, so it is forgivable. The whole premise about "Spring," now that is just uncalled for. Why tease little children with something they will never be able to know and have? Cruel, cruel parents.
We should all be realistic about the situation. Spring is a lie, and Winter is the only truth we shall ever know.
Maybe, if we sacrifice something to some other thing we will be blessed with the mystery that is Spring.
No, I don't think that will work. I have heard tales of Spring, and supposedly it was all about new birth, sacrificing is kinda the anti-thesis of new birth.
I know! We get a phoenix to come down and die in all its flaming glory, and then the phoenix, and the world, will be reborn from the ashes. I like that idea! The only tricky part is finding a phoenix that is nigh unto death. All the really old ones have already been reborn. Maybe I will ask my griffin friend if he knows of any. He has quite the "in" with the phoenixes. I think his cousin is married to one.
Of course, that is an all out lie. Fairies really don't care whether you do your chores or not. But, that is a common misconception, so it is forgivable. The whole premise about "Spring," now that is just uncalled for. Why tease little children with something they will never be able to know and have? Cruel, cruel parents.
We should all be realistic about the situation. Spring is a lie, and Winter is the only truth we shall ever know.
Maybe, if we sacrifice something to some other thing we will be blessed with the mystery that is Spring.
No, I don't think that will work. I have heard tales of Spring, and supposedly it was all about new birth, sacrificing is kinda the anti-thesis of new birth.
I know! We get a phoenix to come down and die in all its flaming glory, and then the phoenix, and the world, will be reborn from the ashes. I like that idea! The only tricky part is finding a phoenix that is nigh unto death. All the really old ones have already been reborn. Maybe I will ask my griffin friend if he knows of any. He has quite the "in" with the phoenixes. I think his cousin is married to one.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Chemicals
What drives a woman's brain?
Simple- chemicals.
I am not talking about how everything is just a chemical reaction and everything is made up of chemicals. No, I am talking about excess chemicals, there for no real reason besides looking good...or feeling good.
What do women put on their faces? Chemicals.
In their hair? Chemicals.
Everywhere possible? Chemicals.
How do we function with all of the non-oxygen floating around in our heads?
The better question is: how do we function without it?
And the answer- we don't.
So, now we know: women need extra chemicals.
If you are smart, you will take this into account when dealing with them. Support women in their efforts to attain those extra chemicals. Also, appreciate when they do partake in the chemicals- there is no way of getting away, and life is easier when chemically balanced women are around.
Simple- chemicals.
I am not talking about how everything is just a chemical reaction and everything is made up of chemicals. No, I am talking about excess chemicals, there for no real reason besides looking good...or feeling good.
What do women put on their faces? Chemicals.
In their hair? Chemicals.
Everywhere possible? Chemicals.
How do we function with all of the non-oxygen floating around in our heads?
The better question is: how do we function without it?
And the answer- we don't.
So, now we know: women need extra chemicals.
If you are smart, you will take this into account when dealing with them. Support women in their efforts to attain those extra chemicals. Also, appreciate when they do partake in the chemicals- there is no way of getting away, and life is easier when chemically balanced women are around.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Need and Want
Am I getting what I need?
Although, knowing what I need would help me figure out whether I am getting it or not.
If I am questioning it, then does that mean that I am not getting it? Or is that just a natural human condition-to question everything?
Do humans really ever "need" anything? Or do we just "want" everything.
And if we are really just wanting everything, then is it really only wanting? Constant want comes from a constant lack. And if we are constantly lacking something, then doesn't that mean that we need it?
Although, knowing what I need would help me figure out whether I am getting it or not.
If I am questioning it, then does that mean that I am not getting it? Or is that just a natural human condition-to question everything?
Do humans really ever "need" anything? Or do we just "want" everything.
And if we are really just wanting everything, then is it really only wanting? Constant want comes from a constant lack. And if we are constantly lacking something, then doesn't that mean that we need it?
Thursday, March 05, 2009
9 Things About Me
I always get the last word...it's a pride issue.
No one ever really understands what I am really saying because I don't either.
I would rather take the easy way out because it requires less effort, even though it usually ends up being more difficult. Level of difficulty and level of effort do not always correlate positively.
I love solving mysteries, not having them.
De-tangling necklaces or strings is one of my favorite pass times.
Imaginary friends were too impractical, try as I might to have one.
My best efforts in imaginary friends were always animals because they made a little more sense than imaginary humans.
Pretending to be a super hero did not make it anymore real so I never deluded myself into believing I was one.
Santa and the Tooth Fairy were never able to make me believe in them, try as they might.
No one ever really understands what I am really saying because I don't either.
I would rather take the easy way out because it requires less effort, even though it usually ends up being more difficult. Level of difficulty and level of effort do not always correlate positively.
I love solving mysteries, not having them.
De-tangling necklaces or strings is one of my favorite pass times.
Imaginary friends were too impractical, try as I might to have one.
My best efforts in imaginary friends were always animals because they made a little more sense than imaginary humans.
Pretending to be a super hero did not make it anymore real so I never deluded myself into believing I was one.
Santa and the Tooth Fairy were never able to make me believe in them, try as they might.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Missing Spoon Foundation: Help Us Return Every Missing Spoon
Our apartment started out with a decent amount of spoons. Enough, anyway, so I wouldn't have to wash a spoon every time I wanted one. Recently though, there has been a rise on spoon disappearances.
I have a theory as to why this is happening...and it is a good one.
Our refrigerator is a portal to another dimension. (This explains the weird noises and the random gross looking food in the back) This fridge is new; we just got it because our other one died on us. At about the time of the new fridge, our spoons started becoming scarcer.
Every night, when everyone is gone to bed, the portal opens letting in a host of creatures. These creatures scour the kitchen (I wish they were cleaning, but no, this is the searching version of the word). Nothing catches their fancy...that is, nothing except their reflections in the spoons. Once one catches the view of its hideous face it cannot look away. It is afraid that if it looks away first, the thing looking back at it will attack. The creature is caught in an impossible snare, it lives the rest of its life staring at its reflection.
When it is time for the tenants of the apartment to wake-up, the portal starts to close and all the creatures return to their dimension. Everything is back to the way it was... minus a spoon or two.
This theory is the best I have. Nothing else seems to make sense. Spoons don't just disappear unless some creature from another dimension takes them. What else can explain this phenomenon?
I have a theory as to why this is happening...and it is a good one.
Our refrigerator is a portal to another dimension. (This explains the weird noises and the random gross looking food in the back) This fridge is new; we just got it because our other one died on us. At about the time of the new fridge, our spoons started becoming scarcer.
Every night, when everyone is gone to bed, the portal opens letting in a host of creatures. These creatures scour the kitchen (I wish they were cleaning, but no, this is the searching version of the word). Nothing catches their fancy...that is, nothing except their reflections in the spoons. Once one catches the view of its hideous face it cannot look away. It is afraid that if it looks away first, the thing looking back at it will attack. The creature is caught in an impossible snare, it lives the rest of its life staring at its reflection.
When it is time for the tenants of the apartment to wake-up, the portal starts to close and all the creatures return to their dimension. Everything is back to the way it was... minus a spoon or two.
This theory is the best I have. Nothing else seems to make sense. Spoons don't just disappear unless some creature from another dimension takes them. What else can explain this phenomenon?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
That's what you think
Sometimes, I think people take what I say too seriously.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Scientifc Thinking
I have decided to become a scientist. No, not a mad one...just a little in the left field area.
My experiments are going to be performed on humans. Never fear, human rights activists have nothing on me. Do you want to know why?
Since you are still reading, I take that as a "yes." 1) The people that I am experimenting on do not know that it is happening (if all goes well, will never know). That might not actually help my defense, but I think it is valid. 2) I am experimenting on myself as well. Therefore, my experiment is not cruel (it can't be cruel if no one even knows it is happening and doesn't really affect anyone) nor unusual (because it is happening to me as well as the other members of the test group...not to mention, what I am testing happens all the time in real life).
You must be dying to know what I am experimenting on; alas, it is classified. My FHE brother commented on how a lot of things I do are classified. Yes...yes, they are. But it is only for the benefit of others. I really don't want to have to kill any of you, but a secret must be kept secret.
Warning: my science has an emphasis in Sociology- no one is safe from my experiments.
My experiments are going to be performed on humans. Never fear, human rights activists have nothing on me. Do you want to know why?
Since you are still reading, I take that as a "yes." 1) The people that I am experimenting on do not know that it is happening (if all goes well, will never know). That might not actually help my defense, but I think it is valid. 2) I am experimenting on myself as well. Therefore, my experiment is not cruel (it can't be cruel if no one even knows it is happening and doesn't really affect anyone) nor unusual (because it is happening to me as well as the other members of the test group...not to mention, what I am testing happens all the time in real life).
You must be dying to know what I am experimenting on; alas, it is classified. My FHE brother commented on how a lot of things I do are classified. Yes...yes, they are. But it is only for the benefit of others. I really don't want to have to kill any of you, but a secret must be kept secret.
Warning: my science has an emphasis in Sociology- no one is safe from my experiments.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Touch
Being held by someone who truly loves you is not a bad thing, you can either "cuddle" or "snuggle." Cuddling is what lovers do; snuggling is what children, siblings, and friends do. Snuggling is pure and full of love; it is the physical human connection that fills the soul with the feelings of protection and comfort. Cuddling is not the same, but it is not inherently evil either. It portrays the need that lovers have for each other to be together. It is only evil when one, or both, members of the cuddling just wants to appease physical cravings.
There is a spiritual aspect of touch, and that is what makes it so crucial to human well-being. Babies need to be held and touched in a loving way for them to be healthy, and the same goes for every age. Children need to know that they are loved, protected, and cared for by a loving hug or a loving pat on the back. Adolescents need to feel wanted and appreciated by others, and can find that either in good ways (hugs, touches, kisses from family and friends) or in a bad ways (sex and "affection" from the opposite gender in a very selfish and inappropriate way). Adults need to feel appreciated as well, but in general, it is to let others know that they are there. Adults give love when others need it (babies, children, adolescents), and that is how they feel loved and needed. A true adult gives to those who need, and that is what makes them adults.
Of course, one cannot always give and never receive, but that is why there are other adults around.
There is a spiritual aspect of touch, and that is what makes it so crucial to human well-being. Babies need to be held and touched in a loving way for them to be healthy, and the same goes for every age. Children need to know that they are loved, protected, and cared for by a loving hug or a loving pat on the back. Adolescents need to feel wanted and appreciated by others, and can find that either in good ways (hugs, touches, kisses from family and friends) or in a bad ways (sex and "affection" from the opposite gender in a very selfish and inappropriate way). Adults need to feel appreciated as well, but in general, it is to let others know that they are there. Adults give love when others need it (babies, children, adolescents), and that is how they feel loved and needed. A true adult gives to those who need, and that is what makes them adults.
Of course, one cannot always give and never receive, but that is why there are other adults around.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Time
Time...no one can really explain what it is. Not even the physicists ( believe me I'm an expert, I took a physics class.). That is not to say the physicists are not very smart people, on the contrary. It is to say not even our brightest minds know what the heck "time" is. Oh, we all have an intuitive feel for it, but no real clue as to what that feeling means.
The point I am making: how can we waste something that is not really understood to begin with? Is it really waste, when in fact, we are just trying to figure this thing out?
Is it a waste of time to see how long one is able to watch TV before one becomes antisocial? That is a very good thing to find out. Believe me, if I knew, I would never even get near to the antisocial stage. But sometimes, I just don't know, and it worries me. Tests should be done to find this kind of thing out. If I have to be the one performing this test, so be it. I will take one for the team. The betterment of society is far more important than my personal comfort.
If anything is considered a "time waster," it is most definitely hygiene. What does having "good" hygiene do? Oh, it makes things "seem" a little more pleasant, but in truth it does nothing. It is a wasted cycle.
Every morning, I wake up, brush my teeth, style my hair, and put on make-up. Every evening, I brush my teeth again (useless action because teeth get dirty without me even trying), mess my style by brushing my hair, and then wash my face (removing the makeup that took me 5 min to put on in 1 min).
Don't even start me on showers. Too late! For a girl, 10 min is a really quick shower. Add in the 2 min to towel off (if they are the kind that does not just let it evaporate) and the 10 min to dry the hair (that is with a hair dryer as well, go without it, and it is up to 1 hour), and she is taking 22 min out of her "time" to have "good hygiene." I could have watched a whole TV show in those 22 min (minus commercials). The World could have been 22 min closer to knowing the amount of time it takes watching TV to become antisocial. Wasted. 22 min wasted. For what? Hygiene. Take away the misconception of what "good" hygiene is, and all the Worlds problems would be solved.
Time, not really being wasted because it is not really there, alludes us all. Maybe the time you took reading this blog is exactly the amount of time it would have taken you to save the World. Alas, it is too late to take that "wasted" time back. I guess the World may never know...about time.
The point I am making: how can we waste something that is not really understood to begin with? Is it really waste, when in fact, we are just trying to figure this thing out?
Is it a waste of time to see how long one is able to watch TV before one becomes antisocial? That is a very good thing to find out. Believe me, if I knew, I would never even get near to the antisocial stage. But sometimes, I just don't know, and it worries me. Tests should be done to find this kind of thing out. If I have to be the one performing this test, so be it. I will take one for the team. The betterment of society is far more important than my personal comfort.
If anything is considered a "time waster," it is most definitely hygiene. What does having "good" hygiene do? Oh, it makes things "seem" a little more pleasant, but in truth it does nothing. It is a wasted cycle.
Every morning, I wake up, brush my teeth, style my hair, and put on make-up. Every evening, I brush my teeth again (useless action because teeth get dirty without me even trying), mess my style by brushing my hair, and then wash my face (removing the makeup that took me 5 min to put on in 1 min).
Don't even start me on showers. Too late! For a girl, 10 min is a really quick shower. Add in the 2 min to towel off (if they are the kind that does not just let it evaporate) and the 10 min to dry the hair (that is with a hair dryer as well, go without it, and it is up to 1 hour), and she is taking 22 min out of her "time" to have "good hygiene." I could have watched a whole TV show in those 22 min (minus commercials). The World could have been 22 min closer to knowing the amount of time it takes watching TV to become antisocial. Wasted. 22 min wasted. For what? Hygiene. Take away the misconception of what "good" hygiene is, and all the Worlds problems would be solved.
Time, not really being wasted because it is not really there, alludes us all. Maybe the time you took reading this blog is exactly the amount of time it would have taken you to save the World. Alas, it is too late to take that "wasted" time back. I guess the World may never know...about time.