"Negative Signs are Important; They make the Difference Between Time and Space"
Ah, a quote from my crazy-ass Physics teacher. Memories...

People, I have come to realize that I am, in fact, a nerd.

Shocking, I know.

However, I am keenly aware of the many breeds of nerd. This is largely due to the Internet. Yes, the Internet is home to every wok of life, sometimes those that really only exist on the Internet, but its not by interacting with people that I realized there were many types of nerds.

You see, the Internet told me.

However, I was keenly aware of this fact. I mean, I've been prone to roll the occasional funny dice, so these things were not new to me. However, my contact with new and strange species is coming to a head.

To begin, there were some people gathered in front of my hall. I believe they are a part of the medieval society on campus here. Apparently this wasn't the first time that they've gathered, but it was the first time I noticed and observed them. You see, according to the Internet, I as a role-playing gamer see myself as less of a nerd than these people that were, well, more or less LARPing on a very restrained scale. As in, I just know that these people are going to pile into a van, go out into the woods somewhere, and start lobbing lightning bolts at one another.

That's neither here nor there, however.

It was enjoyable to watch, however. There were two distinct groups: fencers and LARPers. The fencers were quite funny, as there really only two guys there that had a real clue as to what they were doing, and they were instructing others. That, and its just a happy time when the combatants enter their fighting profile were they try to limit the exposed area, and they have that gut lolled out.

There are also the pseudo-stoner geeks. I know this one kid in my dorm, a pretty cool guy, that would fall into this.

Okay, I lied. He's not a geek at all. More a beach bum from California. He's just cool. He listens to crazy music, has a tie-dyed version of almost every piece of clothing (including a tux now), has a shirt with his face etched on it, drives a hearse, and generally reaffirms faith in humanity.

That hearse is fun, too. People ride in the back quite a bit. Memorable quotes from it include "where's the door handle for the inside" (delivered from inside the back of the hearse).

Then there is the third nerd. I know I probably won't see this one, but the chance exists. Fargo is just big enough.

You see, I have a lax schedule on Friday, so I'm going to the midnight premiere of Spiderman 3 (mostly to say I did) that morning. At every such big event, there is the distinct threat that someone, somewhere will be dressed as someone from the movie. Of course, this isn't no Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, or Doogle, so the fan obsession might not spill over into homemade Spidey-underoos.

Speaking of which... 

The Three Tragedies of Life

Well, I did it again. You see, I don't post unless there is something worth posting, and well, there is.

First off: a tragedy. I got accepted into Pharmacy. Accepted as in, I need to go pay $500 for Pharmacy in a hour or so, they can still decide they don't like me and not accept me, I don't get that $500 back and all the classes I registered for are made null and void.

Secondly, I went to a movie last night: The Host. Pretty good movie, considering that its a monster movie. However, that was not the highlight of the evening.

You know they say bad things come in three's.

First off, I almost didn't see the movie. There were problems with the screen in that the film was being showed with its justification down too far. This means a sliver of the bottom of the screen would be unviewable. Not normally a problem, just a minor inconvenience, but The Host, or 'Some Korean Characters go Here' is not in English (or most of it isn't), so unless you can speak the language, we've got a problem.

Fortunately, they solved the problem through the previews, but it was odd for the movie to jump from what they were doing to the crew trying to fix it.

Kinda like, "All these people are going to die" to be immediately cut off my music and the sounds of a curtain being pulled. Increased in oddity once I realized that the songs being piped in were organ music versions of Mary Poppins tunes. I kid you not. You haven't heard "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" until you've heard it being played through a church organ.

Secondly, as I was leaving the theatre, I heard a speech on the air. Someone was downtown and it sounded like they were giving a speech. It was loud and it bounced off all the buildings, so I was a little perturbed. I mean, you walk along and then suddenly a distorted voice rings out from everywhere. That coupled with the problems in the theatre, I was thinking "This is the part of the movie where I ask why don't they just leave the house."

Turns out it wasn't a speech, but instead a guy drunkenly belting out "Hallelujah". It would have been hilarious if it weren't for the fact that I kinda like the song, and I realize it kinda gives itself to the drunken ballad pretty easily.

Third happening was as I turned to go to the bus stop. For those not in the know (and lets face it, its better that way), Fargo's bus command center lies on NP Avenue, which is a main road through the downtown. As I rounded the bend to go here, I saw something odd. It looked like a person was giving a piggyback ride to another person. However, I got closer, I saw that one of the people was a man with no shirt on, the other person was a woman with barely a shirt on, and I might just be making things up now, but there was giggling and maybe some, well, thrusting. I did not take a better look because, quite frankly as I passed they 'stopped' and watched me go.

So, what I think I just explained to you is, as I was walking down NP Avenue, a very busy road as it leads all around downtown, there were two people either having, or were very close to, sex, on the hood of an SUV.

That's not what NP Avenue is for, what with its Adult Toy store or ABC (the Adult Book Center, just across the road from the Central Command for the bus line).

 Of course, that's what our dirt roads and hayrides will do for you. You see, I couldn't remember what the road was, so I looked it up on the Wikipedia.

This is what it said not five minutes before this message was posted on our transportation system:

"Fargo is not a major transportation hub for the surrounding region. Because of this hayrides are the primary form of transportation. It sits at the crossroads of two dirt roads and is the home of a small yet dangerous landing strip."

Landing strip indeed.

Voidyawn
Hello, all.

Purely hypothetical question for yous alls.

Say I hypothetically have a class where the lecture is approximately 400 people strong in a lecture hall designed to hold no more than that number. Let's also say hypothetically that the tests for said class are largely based upon the lecture material, meaning that you need to go to a class of supposedly 400 to get the material.

Let's end this hypothetical situation with another. Let's say that I, hypothetically of course, receive at least five e-mails from people in the class after every class meeting. Let's say these run the gamut from "I missed class, help," to "I'm totally preparing for the Test, but I really want to know what you put down for notes, purely for comparisons sake, of course."

Let's hypothetically assume that I receive at least two e-mails from the same two people every class meeting, as something always seems to come up and they magically can't make it.

Let's add to this large, purely hypothetical situation with for this class with its ~5 mailing a day and its 3 periods per week, that I have not responded to a single e-mail from my hypothetical peers in this hypothetical class.

Hypothetically speaking, would that make me a dick?

For About the Third Time, I'm Sad Now
Recently, I began thinking about something new, a new story. However, I've only just recently come to the realization that it would never reach fruition. I'm sad now, because in the brief time that I have known this story, its turned out to be a very good one. Unfortunately, it is not to be.

You see, the story doesn't seem to work as it is. It doesn't really seem to be a story, like a novel, you read it and interpret it. I intended it to be a game, and, well, that's not something that I have the power to do.

Thus, the story needs to die. I don't want it to, but it needs to. Why bother wasting time with something that can never exist?

It probably wasn't any good to begin with anyway. It devolped really quickly, meaning there are vast areas that are sketchy, and the whole overarching plot is too confusing, seeing as I made it. I tend to do that, you see.

I'm a really bad storyteller, but I think I can generate some good stories. That make any sense? I seem to lose something in writing them down. I hate the work I do so I simply stop doing the work.

Unfortunately, I still have those stupid ideas in my head.

And now there is a new one. Probably one of the most promising ones in a long time. 

And I need to let it die.

...it doesn't deserve that.

Should You Experience Dirksie For More than 4 Hours, Consult a Physician Immediately

I went to see a little musical called Follies today. Not a bad show, but I really don't like musicals.

'Course, that's not why I'm here.

You see, every play I see, I run into that chance to encounter the elusive Emily Jeske. Yes, Emily Jeske, that person who's name looks like and sounds like Emily Leske, the same Emily Jeske that is often a fixture behind a light or sound board.

Well, it seems as if Emily Jeske was in this last show and on stage, no less. Although I was not able to pinpoint just who was Jeske, I think Leske can rest safe that there are no Bizzarro clones running around, as none of the Chorus girls looked like or sounded like our M.

I did see something odd, though.

Early in the show, I see a figure creeping up from the wings and I get a thought 'omg, that's Drew.'

You see, the 'omg' in lowercase indicates a general level of surprise that just isn't at the OMG level.

This person was the same height as Drew, same hair color and hair style/length. Their builds were the same, and they even had similar mannerisms while standing and emoting on stage.

The only rub is, this 'Drew' I saw was a 40-year old woman.

However, this resemblance was so uncanny that I put it out of my mind, and when I looked at her again without thinking about the Drew Connection for well over an hour, I once again thought OMG...