Hey everyone, after many months, our video site is now public. Click the link below to go to it. http://ccpandhgvideos.blogspot.com/2010/12/home.html
OK, I get that the link thing is similar to all the public betas that I did. Here's what's making it public. On all my video channels, aka dailymotion, metacafe and YouTube, I put the link to the home page as my "URL" on my info box. It's still probably full of bugs, but that's what fans are for.
Now for a fun story. I got this free 2 meal and 2 fountain drinks coupon in a raffle to Noodles and Company. We have been going out for 3 months, so a great anniversary celebration was to go there and use it. I had a triple with butter noodles, beef, and chicken noodle soup. She had some kind of noodles, tofu, and some kind of tomato soup I think. Don't kill me for not caring, I'm not my grandparents yet. We had some conversation, half of which was what was mortifying for each gender. It was kind of embarrassing, so I won't give details. I recommend Noodles and Company to anyone. It's amazing. And our closest Noodles and Company is in this cool little city that is comparable to a bustling down town city. It has high rise apartment buildings, a movie theater, many stores and boutiques, and is full of characters.
Well, this was a cool day. Later everyone.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Back to the old stomping grounds and chooseing my leaders
Hey everyone, today started out boring like the rest of my mornings this week. I got up, ate my muffin, and started writing thank-you notes. I also cleaned some paint off my car. When it's all clean, I'll take a picture. But then things got slightly interesting.
I had some teachers from school come to my graduation party and they gave me gifts. I wrote them thank-you notes, and since we don't have their addresses, I had to deliver to school. Now at my school, seniors get out 3 or so weeks earlier then the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors. School hasn't gotten out yet for them, so going back to deliver the thank-yous I saw some of my underclassmen friends. I wore my safety vest so people would recognise me. Since I wasn't a student there anymore, I figured the rules didn't quite apply to me. Well, at least the no hat rule. I wore my hat, and no one cared. It was right before the day let out, so by the time I got everything delivered, everyone was out in the hall. I ran into some of my friends, and it was cool. I actually heard someone say "I thought he graduated." It was kind of funny and weird all at the same time.
Well after that, I went over to city hall to register to vote. I took an hour break between then, but anyways, went to go register to vote. But unfortunately for me, city hall was closed from 1 to 2 to save money. I got there at 1:16, so that means I had to go kill an hour. I watched Seinfeld
on crackle. I then went back and registered once it was past 2. I am now registered to vote for my leaders, and can complain about my leaders when they screw up. I don't believe that you have a right to complain about your leaders if you don't vote, because you had your chance to say who you wanted in office and make a difference, but you chose not to. Now I just need to wait till I'm 35 and I can run for president. I'm going to run under the Pokematic party. Our views are similar to republicans, but with differences, so all you democrats better fight to get us on the ballet so I can pull votes from republicans. One step at a time though.
Later, and remember, Pokematic For President.
I had some teachers from school come to my graduation party and they gave me gifts. I wrote them thank-you notes, and since we don't have their addresses, I had to deliver to school. Now at my school, seniors get out 3 or so weeks earlier then the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors. School hasn't gotten out yet for them, so going back to deliver the thank-yous I saw some of my underclassmen friends. I wore my safety vest so people would recognise me. Since I wasn't a student there anymore, I figured the rules didn't quite apply to me. Well, at least the no hat rule. I wore my hat, and no one cared. It was right before the day let out, so by the time I got everything delivered, everyone was out in the hall. I ran into some of my friends, and it was cool. I actually heard someone say "I thought he graduated." It was kind of funny and weird all at the same time.
Well after that, I went over to city hall to register to vote. I took an hour break between then, but anyways, went to go register to vote. But unfortunately for me, city hall was closed from 1 to 2 to save money. I got there at 1:16, so that means I had to go kill an hour. I watched Seinfeld
on crackle. I then went back and registered once it was past 2. I am now registered to vote for my leaders, and can complain about my leaders when they screw up. I don't believe that you have a right to complain about your leaders if you don't vote, because you had your chance to say who you wanted in office and make a difference, but you chose not to. Now I just need to wait till I'm 35 and I can run for president. I'm going to run under the Pokematic party. Our views are similar to republicans, but with differences, so all you democrats better fight to get us on the ballet so I can pull votes from republicans. One step at a time though.Later, and remember, Pokematic For President.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Want to know how boring my life can be?
Hey everyone. Want to hear about my boring day? Well if you do, and some how you aren't my mom, I am creating another blog where I will just talk about my day. The truly interesting things will still get put up on this blog, but because I love blogging so much and I'm not gifted enough to have a interesting life day in and day out, I am creating a blog that is just my boring day. Things are always slightly interesting; I mean I have an interesting life most of the time. But I can't be interesting 100% of the time or keep interesting enough to not repeat, so I have this new boring blog for my daily drag.
Now that you know why I made it, here's how I got the name. Every dinner, my mom wants "3 minutes of eye contact and to hear about our days." The name I chose was "your 3 minutes" as a joke of that. I will need to give it to her for a mothers day gift or something when I go off to college. Well if you're interested at all, here's the link. http://your3minutes.blogspot.com/
This is all so I can keep this blog interesting, and I will probably post crazy amounts of product placement and ads too. Later everyone. And remember, keep it interesting.
Now that you know why I made it, here's how I got the name. Every dinner, my mom wants "3 minutes of eye contact and to hear about our days." The name I chose was "your 3 minutes" as a joke of that. I will need to give it to her for a mothers day gift or something when I go off to college. Well if you're interested at all, here's the link. http://your3minutes.blogspot.com/
This is all so I can keep this blog interesting, and I will probably post crazy amounts of product placement and ads too. Later everyone. And remember, keep it interesting.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
If it is good, it will stay
Hey everyone, let me start out with the origin of the title of this blog. I am referring to the senior paint job my friends and I did to my car. Pictures are available on my schools out blog. Well 3 or so weeks later, and being after my grad party, Dad said it was time to get it cleaned off, and since it's technically his car, I need to listen to him on those matters. Well I go to the car wash to get it cleaned off. I was going to get a low end wash, but the guy said I won't get any of it off unless I get the next level of wash. OK, so I get that. They scrub my car for maybe 6 minutes, and get a fair amount off. He then tells me that he needs to send me through because there was someone behind me, but then come back to get the rest off. I go through and not much comes off, then get back. He gets some more off that wouldn't come off the first time, but then the gold paint just wouldn't come off. Oh well, it was my fail racing flame that I was worried about because I work at a country club and staff parking is right next to hole 11. I don't think the golfers would like having that eye sore while hitting.
Well I come home and get the sponge we used to get the paint off when I proved to dad that it'll come off. It didn't like to come off this time. Dad goes to the auto store to get some buffer polish or something that actually does a good job at getting the paint off. My dad and my brother come out to help me. We get most of it off, but now I just need to scrub it later this week.
After a few hours, I go to my friends graduation party. He's blind and autistic, and both of his parents are def. For any of you extreme makeover home edition, you would remember that family from back in 2005-06. They are doing very well, and the son is incredibly smart. He was in my English class both 10th and 11th grade, and he got amazing grades. It was cool meeting his dad, and I sure hope I signed thank-you properly and not whatever the swear word is that has a very similar sign (I would tell you what it is but all I was told by an acquaintance that knows sign language is that it's a bad word). I think I did it properly, or he realized what I was trying to say because he gestured that he understood. I know incredibly broken sign language, in fact only 23 of the 26 letters and less than 10 practical signs, but I knew thank-you and that's all I really needed to know.
I opened all my graduation cards when I got back, but that's a blog for a later date when it's all done and I've gotten all my mail cards. I'll take a fun picture of me with all my stuff. Until later, this has been Pokematic, later.
Well I come home and get the sponge we used to get the paint off when I proved to dad that it'll come off. It didn't like to come off this time. Dad goes to the auto store to get some buffer polish or something that actually does a good job at getting the paint off. My dad and my brother come out to help me. We get most of it off, but now I just need to scrub it later this week.
After a few hours, I go to my friends graduation party. He's blind and autistic, and both of his parents are def. For any of you extreme makeover home edition, you would remember that family from back in 2005-06. They are doing very well, and the son is incredibly smart. He was in my English class both 10th and 11th grade, and he got amazing grades. It was cool meeting his dad, and I sure hope I signed thank-you properly and not whatever the swear word is that has a very similar sign (I would tell you what it is but all I was told by an acquaintance that knows sign language is that it's a bad word). I think I did it properly, or he realized what I was trying to say because he gestured that he understood. I know incredibly broken sign language, in fact only 23 of the 26 letters and less than 10 practical signs, but I knew thank-you and that's all I really needed to know.
I opened all my graduation cards when I got back, but that's a blog for a later date when it's all done and I've gotten all my mail cards. I'll take a fun picture of me with all my stuff. Until later, this has been Pokematic, later.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Happy Birthday and Graduation
Hey world, I just finished a day of fun. First things first, let me tell you what today was; my 18th birthday and graduation from high school party. I turned 18 today, so that means I can do everything I could do before, but legally. I know I already said this in my last post, but I've bought air soft and gift cards and upon reading the fine print realized I had to be 18. Well to celebrate, I bought a lottery ticket, LEGALLY! I probably could have bought one at any time, but being a good kid, didn't want to chance it. It was a scratch off, and I lost. I love scratch offs, and I know that because I would do scratch offs with my grandparents and parents. Well now let me tell you about the festivities.
I woke up, and ate my muffin. I am interesting in many ways, but not my moring ritual. Every day except when I need to carbo load or something, it's always 2/3 of a chocolate chip muffin from Costco with an optional 3 strips of Bacon. Bacon is typically during school, and no, I never get tired of it and rarely miss a day. I had to help set up for my party, causing me to miss today's episode of Pokemon. Yes I still watch Pokemon, and many other cartoons at that. I was bummed, but life goes on. After setting up, I went to my best friends graduation party. Ironically enough, 3 of my friends all had their parties on the same day as me. I was able to make it to 2 of them because there wasn't overlap in out party times, but one was exactly the same time. My best friends was before mine, and I got there right as they were setting up. I was only able to stay for an hour or so, but we had fun. Then it was time for mine. So many people, in our average size backyard. It was cool, I got to see some people I haven't seen in years. Many of my friends showed up, but unfortunately not all of them. Still quite fun, and good food. We had these guys that cooked the shoulder of the pig, or the spam part for those of you who are in the know, and it tasted like spam just without all the salt and preservatives. It was great, and I'm glad we didn't get the caterers my grandma thought of. One of her really close friends has this caterer that does all of their parties, "and they do chicken and mostacholi and salad" all of which I don't like. In fact this was the conversation my mom and her had. Grandma: "Gean has this great caterer. They have chicken and mostacholi and salad." Mom: "yeah, and does [Pokematic] like any of that?" Grandma: "oh I guess he doesn't." Mom: "I'm just gonna stick with the pig guy." Anyways, I was told by some of my guests it was the best pulled pork they ever had, and it was definitely up there with the professional stuff I've had. There were also a lot of pictures that I may or may not upload to myspace. Might with some of the friend pictures, but probably not all the pictures with the friends of the family.
Well after everyone left, I went over to my friend that I've been friends with since kindergarten's party. Grammar Nazis don't hate, you know that was an awkward to word sentence and you probably couldn't do much better. It was at the tail end of his party so not a lot happened. This was my day. Probably won't be a new blog until next week when I have more graduation stories. Later.
PS: I've been considering crating another blog, where I just talk about my days. I really like blogging but I don't want to fill this blog up with boring stories. Think it's a good idea? Leave me a comment on your opinion.
I woke up, and ate my muffin. I am interesting in many ways, but not my moring ritual. Every day except when I need to carbo load or something, it's always 2/3 of a chocolate chip muffin from Costco with an optional 3 strips of Bacon. Bacon is typically during school, and no, I never get tired of it and rarely miss a day. I had to help set up for my party, causing me to miss today's episode of Pokemon. Yes I still watch Pokemon, and many other cartoons at that. I was bummed, but life goes on. After setting up, I went to my best friends graduation party. Ironically enough, 3 of my friends all had their parties on the same day as me. I was able to make it to 2 of them because there wasn't overlap in out party times, but one was exactly the same time. My best friends was before mine, and I got there right as they were setting up. I was only able to stay for an hour or so, but we had fun. Then it was time for mine. So many people, in our average size backyard. It was cool, I got to see some people I haven't seen in years. Many of my friends showed up, but unfortunately not all of them. Still quite fun, and good food. We had these guys that cooked the shoulder of the pig, or the spam part for those of you who are in the know, and it tasted like spam just without all the salt and preservatives. It was great, and I'm glad we didn't get the caterers my grandma thought of. One of her really close friends has this caterer that does all of their parties, "and they do chicken and mostacholi and salad" all of which I don't like. In fact this was the conversation my mom and her had. Grandma: "Gean has this great caterer. They have chicken and mostacholi and salad." Mom: "yeah, and does [Pokematic] like any of that?" Grandma: "oh I guess he doesn't." Mom: "I'm just gonna stick with the pig guy." Anyways, I was told by some of my guests it was the best pulled pork they ever had, and it was definitely up there with the professional stuff I've had. There were also a lot of pictures that I may or may not upload to myspace. Might with some of the friend pictures, but probably not all the pictures with the friends of the family.
Well after everyone left, I went over to my friend that I've been friends with since kindergarten's party. Grammar Nazis don't hate, you know that was an awkward to word sentence and you probably couldn't do much better. It was at the tail end of his party so not a lot happened. This was my day. Probably won't be a new blog until next week when I have more graduation stories. Later.
PS: I've been considering crating another blog, where I just talk about my days. I really like blogging but I don't want to fill this blog up with boring stories. Think it's a good idea? Leave me a comment on your opinion.
Friday, June 10, 2011
So long minorism
Hey everyone, it is the day before my birthday. Tomorrow I am an adult, and I can buy everything I pretty much could already legally. Given my facial hair, I have never been IDed when buying some age restricted things. Now before you start making rash assumptions, I don't mean alcohol, tobacco, or porn. I'm referring to visa gift cards and and air soft pellets. Now I can legally buy visa gift cards and air soft pellets, and lotto tickets. I like tickets, my grandparents used to buy them for me and I'd scratch them off. They're fun. I wonder if I can go to the casino this year with my family when we all get together and the adults go to the casino and us kids hang out at my cousins house. It would be great fun. But I might need to be 21 to go to the casino. Oh well. My dad bought me lotto tickets as a gift and if I won I'd be able to redeem them, but alas I lost.
Tomorrow is my graduation/birthday party. Our living room looks like a party moved in but hasn't unpacked. We have so much stuff everywhere. But then I have 2 other parties to go to tomorrow as well. 2 of my good friends are also having their grad parties on the same day as me. Oh well, I'll still have fun, because there is some time where our parties don't overlap and I can go over then. It's next week where I have 5 parties to go to on the same day. Hurray for having friends.
I know this was a bit dull, but I just wanted to get you warmed up for tomorrows blog where I'll talk about all the fun I will have had tomorrow.
Tomorrow is my graduation/birthday party. Our living room looks like a party moved in but hasn't unpacked. We have so much stuff everywhere. But then I have 2 other parties to go to tomorrow as well. 2 of my good friends are also having their grad parties on the same day as me. Oh well, I'll still have fun, because there is some time where our parties don't overlap and I can go over then. It's next week where I have 5 parties to go to on the same day. Hurray for having friends.
I know this was a bit dull, but I just wanted to get you warmed up for tomorrows blog where I'll talk about all the fun I will have had tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The largest buzzkill EVER!
I wrote this on a popcorn bag and and paper towel. This was copied as I wrote it down, except for spell checks. Scroll down for the pictures.
Let me start out by saying I'm not home sick. I have spent probably 1/4 my conscious like away from my parents. What I'm experiencing, is summer sickness.
Let me explain my situation; it has been probably 3 or less weeks since school got out, I've barely spent time with my friends, haven't been able to work my summer job, and all around be a teen free from school. But what happens right as I'm about to start enjoying myself? I go tho college orientation where they act as if summer is already over and classes begin tomorrow. Be sure to show this writing because my people deserve to see my pain.
So my parents and I drive up on (check phone because I'm so out of it)...Sunday and stay over night at the same hotel we did last time we came up. Yes I've visited the college before, 3 times actually. I get here not knowing what to expect from this orientation. But hopefully something new and exciting right? Wrong. We start out my hearing about the honors college. Why? Because I'm a braniac and did well in high school. I heard the same things as I did from previous visits, while not being crammed like sardines like I did this time. After that boring review, next came college of engineering, my intended major. Second verse, same as the first. Then comes the big welcome. 3rd verse, same as the first, just slightly worse. Then we get separated from parents, and this is where the fun begins.
We then go on this 3 hour campus tour, very similar to the one I already took last summer, but far hotter. These were the thoughts in my mind. "Yes I know what that is." "Seen it." "I will forget where that is in 5 seconds, but I'll have a map next fall." One thing that wasn't covered in previous tours was the Rapunzel tower. Apparently every time a virgin graduates a brick falls from the top, and it's the oldest building here. Come graduation I will be looking for my brick, cause in the words of my mad as a hatter friend, "I'm a virgin and damn proud of it." Speaking of my tour guide (not really but she just came up and asked what I was doing) her school pride depressed me some. All of them were trying to get us pumped for school and teach us school songs. I find it hard to find school spirit when I haven't even been able to enjoy summer. I don't blame her, because I've had to try try to motivate unmotivated people, it's her job. But really, every chant was another Nial in my summer fun coffin. She tried to get us to come up with a creative chant based on our group #, BTW, it was 28. We tried "don't hate, appreciate and we're great." But through a misunderstanding, we came up with "28, cut the shit." It stuck.
Well nothing compares to the next event in terms of spirit crushing. After the tour, we went to see a student show, and while the writing, music, acting, and everything else was quite clever and funny, it broke my summer spirits COMPLETELY! The entire thing was about "how great college is, how you will meet new friends, and everything will change, especially you." Me change, ha. I don't change, I just amplify. Really, over the years I just got weirder and geekier. But what it seems like they were saying was "summer's over and school is back in. If you didn't enjoy your summer after high school, tough luck. Now forget your friends back home because when you back nothing will be the same and you guys will have nothing in common. But enjoy skype." I get that college socialization is meeting new friends, but I haven't been able to spend my summer with my friends and girlfriend. I can't wait to get back home to fun and friends. But I can't stress it enough, this isn't missing my loved ones, it's missing the fun of senior summer. Oh, I'm writing on a paper towel and popcorn bag because of lack of paper, and if I don't write this now, I will selectively forget by the time I'm home.
To be continued....
Day 2
Well it was really hot last night, even without a shirt and socks on. That cold shower when I first got back felt incredible. The fan didn't help much because the outlet is on the opposite side of the room and the cord is only so long. My idea for a cold washcloth helped in the beginning, but then became a hassle. Eventually I realized the windows could be opened and that helped bring the temperature down to a sleepable temp. I had to get packed up early because I had to go to the engineering complex for course sign up, and that's off main campus. Well being a guy, I didn't have a lot to pack up. Packed up, ate breakfast and got out to the buss stop. I then went over to the engineering complex, and got more speeches, but this time it was new stuff. Woohoo.
I then signed up for classes. That didn't take very long. Well after that we went to the train station, where I waited for the train for 3 hours. We got there 3 hours early for some reason, then the train was running 30 minutes late. Oh well. I took the train for the first time. It was like an airplane, only slower, no security check, more leg room, and I could use my phone. I didn't bring anything to do from home, so I got a head start on the summer reading assignment for the honors college. I was not expecting a reading assignment over the summer. I thought those were over with with once I got out of k-12 schooling. Oh well, the book is interesting enough. The book is All Other Nights by Dara Horn. Like I said, interesting enough to get through. The waiting for the train for 3 hours without having to worry about doing anything put me back into summer mode, because you can only hang out in a train station without
having to worry about work during the summer.
Back Home
Well I've gotten back to my fun life of out of school. Why just today darkenedoptimist and I worked on the pinata for my graduation party and watched Ren n Stimpy and Flintstones while we waited for the paint to dry. There was a situation where the TV gave out. I spent about 15 minutes connecting and disconnecting all the cords that connect through the cable. I have 4 video game consoles connected through the cable on my TV, so I was trying to find the short in one of them, since when connected, I got zigzag snow and when disconnected I got random snow. DO found it funny to watch me fiddle around with it. Oh well, whatever makes her happy. Somehow having the powerstrip on caused the problem. Oh well.
Let me start out by saying I'm not home sick. I have spent probably 1/4 my conscious like away from my parents. What I'm experiencing, is summer sickness.
Let me explain my situation; it has been probably 3 or less weeks since school got out, I've barely spent time with my friends, haven't been able to work my summer job, and all around be a teen free from school. But what happens right as I'm about to start enjoying myself? I go tho college orientation where they act as if summer is already over and classes begin tomorrow. Be sure to show this writing because my people deserve to see my pain.
So my parents and I drive up on (check phone because I'm so out of it)...Sunday and stay over night at the same hotel we did last time we came up. Yes I've visited the college before, 3 times actually. I get here not knowing what to expect from this orientation. But hopefully something new and exciting right? Wrong. We start out my hearing about the honors college. Why? Because I'm a braniac and did well in high school. I heard the same things as I did from previous visits, while not being crammed like sardines like I did this time. After that boring review, next came college of engineering, my intended major. Second verse, same as the first. Then comes the big welcome. 3rd verse, same as the first, just slightly worse. Then we get separated from parents, and this is where the fun begins.
We then go on this 3 hour campus tour, very similar to the one I already took last summer, but far hotter. These were the thoughts in my mind. "Yes I know what that is." "Seen it." "I will forget where that is in 5 seconds, but I'll have a map next fall." One thing that wasn't covered in previous tours was the Rapunzel tower. Apparently every time a virgin graduates a brick falls from the top, and it's the oldest building here. Come graduation I will be looking for my brick, cause in the words of my mad as a hatter friend, "I'm a virgin and damn proud of it." Speaking of my tour guide (not really but she just came up and asked what I was doing) her school pride depressed me some. All of them were trying to get us pumped for school and teach us school songs. I find it hard to find school spirit when I haven't even been able to enjoy summer. I don't blame her, because I've had to try try to motivate unmotivated people, it's her job. But really, every chant was another Nial in my summer fun coffin. She tried to get us to come up with a creative chant based on our group #, BTW, it was 28. We tried "don't hate, appreciate and we're great." But through a misunderstanding, we came up with "28, cut the shit." It stuck.
Well nothing compares to the next event in terms of spirit crushing. After the tour, we went to see a student show, and while the writing, music, acting, and everything else was quite clever and funny, it broke my summer spirits COMPLETELY! The entire thing was about "how great college is, how you will meet new friends, and everything will change, especially you." Me change, ha. I don't change, I just amplify. Really, over the years I just got weirder and geekier. But what it seems like they were saying was "summer's over and school is back in. If you didn't enjoy your summer after high school, tough luck. Now forget your friends back home because when you back nothing will be the same and you guys will have nothing in common. But enjoy skype." I get that college socialization is meeting new friends, but I haven't been able to spend my summer with my friends and girlfriend. I can't wait to get back home to fun and friends. But I can't stress it enough, this isn't missing my loved ones, it's missing the fun of senior summer. Oh, I'm writing on a paper towel and popcorn bag because of lack of paper, and if I don't write this now, I will selectively forget by the time I'm home.
To be continued....
Day 2
Well it was really hot last night, even without a shirt and socks on. That cold shower when I first got back felt incredible. The fan didn't help much because the outlet is on the opposite side of the room and the cord is only so long. My idea for a cold washcloth helped in the beginning, but then became a hassle. Eventually I realized the windows could be opened and that helped bring the temperature down to a sleepable temp. I had to get packed up early because I had to go to the engineering complex for course sign up, and that's off main campus. Well being a guy, I didn't have a lot to pack up. Packed up, ate breakfast and got out to the buss stop. I then went over to the engineering complex, and got more speeches, but this time it was new stuff. Woohoo.
I then signed up for classes. That didn't take very long. Well after that we went to the train station, where I waited for the train for 3 hours. We got there 3 hours early for some reason, then the train was running 30 minutes late. Oh well. I took the train for the first time. It was like an airplane, only slower, no security check, more leg room, and I could use my phone. I didn't bring anything to do from home, so I got a head start on the summer reading assignment for the honors college. I was not expecting a reading assignment over the summer. I thought those were over with with once I got out of k-12 schooling. Oh well, the book is interesting enough. The book is All Other Nights by Dara Horn. Like I said, interesting enough to get through. The waiting for the train for 3 hours without having to worry about doing anything put me back into summer mode, because you can only hang out in a train station without
having to worry about work during the summer.Back Home
Well I've gotten back to my fun life of out of school. Why just today darkenedoptimist and I worked on the pinata for my graduation party and watched Ren n Stimpy and Flintstones while we waited for the paint to dry. There was a situation where the TV gave out. I spent about 15 minutes connecting and disconnecting all the cords that connect through the cable. I have 4 video game consoles connected through the cable on my TV, so I was trying to find the short in one of them, since when connected, I got zigzag snow and when disconnected I got random snow. DO found it funny to watch me fiddle around with it. Oh well, whatever makes her happy. Somehow having the powerstrip on caused the problem. Oh well.
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