Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Climatology, the commoner's profession
Since when does the common man have the authority to link global warming to any local climate change? Global warming is now a scapegoat for our problems. Soon, our failing economy, the housing crisis, the "war on terror," and even celebrity divorces will be attributed to this massive evil.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Prank Of The Week
-AKA
This week's prank:
Seniors from a high school somewhere south of San Francisco staged a phenomenal prank by placing cups filled with water on EVERY stair in the school, knocking down the barriers between every bathroom stall in the school, and hanging a stuffed goat behind the front doors.
EDIT: It looks like they also duct taped essential doors shut.
Pictures:
Rant Poems
Reality TV by Nicolas Hernandez
Right now beyond the empty streets echoing phantom laughter, beyond the high gates and unbreachable walls, beyond the tick of a solitary clock
The covens of Visigoths convene, mindlessly murmuring moth eaten chants, marinates dancing to soulless rituals
Savages disguised in the latest fashions masking their bloodlust in perfumes and coveting the idols’ promise of fool’s gold
Lacking wisdom, they congregate in a fancy ballroom to pick and rip at each other in hushed voices
From the cities of sparkling lights to the hovels in the dingy hillside they retreat in solidarity watching their lord, the bright screen emanating human suffering
Blank faces blank minds, lying on floors with needles in their arms, hooked up to the latest, their souls bled out long ago, a stain and a stench that won’t come out
Rejecting the last human whisper, they bashfully deny existence and turn to the mechanical monster for an explanation
Eagerly, the claw of Charon plucks the last leaves from the dying tree, and tosses them into the river Styx
They shriek delightfully at the simple exhibition of human pain, their faces spin and voices fade as they sink into quiet insanity.
The Machine by Joe Blagga (N. Jose)
“Right now”
A phrase perverted to the American will
Dictating demands that cannot be filled.
“Right now”
Write a paper, take a test,
Take a test while writing a paper
Do it, Right now
So you’ll get into a good school, a good job.
They say, the two faces,
The angels and devils, cry.
No rest, no time to think
No time to wonder why we must do what they say.
No time to wonder where happiness flows from.
“Right now”
Give me answers the ants say,
Their puny minds not able to wait for one minute,
Until given the drug.
“Right now”
The disease infects all
Blind to everything except what lies directly
in front of the tracks of hell.
No freedom to look around or stay in place
“Right now”
Infants spit out on the assembly line
And proceed to be molded and shaped into machines
Until they break or run out of oil
The final value estimated by the efficiency and speed
That work is completed at.
The whole determines the value of one
like scientists betting on a rat race
whose rats eventually become mindless brains
Completing endless chores to
Fit the mold of the machinist
And fit the needs of those who
Say “right now”
And agree to their laws.
If not, we are filthy hobos, lazy-asses, and radical scum,
Unable to live in a planet where trash, trinkets, and HDTV’s
Are the only source of energy,
and die in the city of steel, a cold, giant machine
of locked pavement and closed doors.
Rant Subprime- Kyle Stranahan
Right now its ten thousand thundering typhoons!
Big blue blistering barnacles,
Great gatherings of Gatsbys and brimming ballrooms of bastards,
The poor people couldn’t pay the price of their preempted peril,
Like calling the lightning of lordly measure down upon themselves,
Dangerously dangling the deceptive deed to the American dream,
Cautiously carrying the coveted carrot in front of the dumb horse’s nose,
No bales of bail outs for the horse or the driver,
Too focused on the carrot and not the road ahead.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Danica!
I know I'm a bit late to rant on this, but I couldn't let it pass by. A few days ago Danica hit a member of another racing team's crew during a race. If this isn't proof as to why she shouldn't be a PROFESSIONAL driver I don't know what is. She drives for a living, you would think she could avoid hitting someone.
Eating in the Chemistry Classroom
Am I going to get chemicals on my food? We only use chemicals at the lab station. I am not going to go up to a lab table and rub my delicious turkey sandwhich with mayonaisse, provolone, and occasionally bacon for extra protein on the gross black countertop. The people in the chemistry room more than ever should know that acids taste sour and bases taste bitter, either of the two tastes would not make a good combination with my sweet peanut butter and banana sandwhiches. Great source of calcium.
So inconclusion the chemistry classroom should have bigger concerns. Like the fact that only one person in AP chemistry will receive an A this semester.