Macro Story--I've finally cracked.

If you don't get this macro, then you must watch this excellent sketch:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XawAhUn9mZY&feature=fvst

Obviously, neither the pictures nor the text belong to me.  I can only claim the juxtaposition of the two.

( Macro Story )

Macro Story--I've finally cracked.

If you don't get this macro, then you must watch this excellent sketch:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XawAhUn9mZY&feature=fvst

Obviously, neither the pictures nor the text belong to me.  I can only claim the juxtaposition of the two.

( Macro Story )

Happy New Year!

I wanted to post a poem or something for the new year, and this is what came to my mind.  It's not my birthday, but I, too, am 23. 

I know it doesn't sound uproariously happy, but I think it's hopeful, and it's something I'll be thinking about throughout the next year.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.

-John Milton

Happy New Year!

I wanted to post a poem or something for the new year, and this is what came to my mind.  It's not my birthday, but I, too, am 23. 

I know it doesn't sound uproariously happy, but I think it's hopeful, and it's something I'll be thinking about throughout the next year.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.

-John Milton

Movie Night!

I hate Night at the Museum.

BUT I LOVE NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Kah Mun Rah: Are there any questions?
Al Capone: Yeah, I got one. How come you're wearing a dress?
Kah Mun Rah: This is not a dress. This is a tunic. It was the height of fashion 3,000 years ago, I assure you. Are there any other questions?
Ivan The Terrible: Da. This dress you're wearing, do we have to wear one of these, too?
Kah Mun Rah: Were you not listening? I just told Mr. Capone here that this not a dress. It is, in fact, a tunic. Very big difference. Are there any other questions.
[Napoleon raises his hand]
Kah Mun Rah: [getting annoyed] Are there any questions not about the dress?
[catching himself]
Kah Mun Rah: Tunic?
[Napoleon lowers his hand] 
 

Movie Night!

I hate Night at the Museum.

BUT I LOVE NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Kah Mun Rah: Are there any questions?
Al Capone: Yeah, I got one. How come you're wearing a dress?
Kah Mun Rah: This is not a dress. This is a tunic. It was the height of fashion 3,000 years ago, I assure you. Are there any other questions?
Ivan The Terrible: Da. This dress you're wearing, do we have to wear one of these, too?
Kah Mun Rah: Were you not listening? I just told Mr. Capone here that this not a dress. It is, in fact, a tunic. Very big difference. Are there any other questions.
[Napoleon raises his hand]
Kah Mun Rah: [getting annoyed] Are there any questions not about the dress?
[catching himself]
Kah Mun Rah: Tunic?
[Napoleon lowers his hand]