rbsn ~ excursive

am so pissed off that i can’t even remember what set me off in the first place aside from a jumbled mess of antagonism towards stubborn, unreasonable, single-minded, unimaginative, rude, arrogant, under-educated idiots. it’s not my fault or the software’s fault that your mindset is stuck in the paleolithic.

why i love will wright. and not just because he evolves crazy mad shit like the sims and simcity. yieah, that there will wright shore is a “promising” up-n-comer. hyuk hyuk!!!

oppenheim projects are all my fanboy 3d environments come to life. they need to attack the city of angels two-fisted and thoroughly refurb us. zomg, drool.

current food obsession: still chicken pho.
current pains: ribs sore. wtf?!
last major project: massive data entry cleaning for one of the record logs at werk. i’ve just reverted back to being cross-eyed.
talking: a lot. at werk. really mean, snarky commentary. also whistling randomly and singing along to mushy songs.
need: money. as always.
latest dvd purchases: tmnt and lotr:fotr (again).
need to: clean the plastic buggy. and check its tire pressure.
want to: READ. MORE. i want more leisure reading time!!!
craving: unmentionables.

yarrrr. halloween outfit has been decided. halloween activity also determined. who says i don’t think into the future.

mommy was cleaning out the storage today and found two Very Handmade “cards” that i crafted in grade skool. full of gibberish such as “i’m sorry i was mean” and “i hope you’re not mad”.

which leads me to conclude thusly:

1) LIES, ALL LIES!!! i apologize to NoOne!!!!!
2) even in grade skool my grammer was perfect. that’s just disgusting.

she refuses to throw the rubbish away. something about how it’s the only proof of me apologizing for making her angry she’ll ever have.

she’s also refused to believe that i wrote those words under duress (e.g. pressure from the teacher and all). i can’t believe she won’t trust her only child. that’s just disgusting ™.

samurai vader armor is so cool, that it hurts. this is the kind of stuff that improves humanity. !!!

now back to your reguarly scheduled back pain, shoulder pain, neck pain, bruised rib cage pain in the ass. ow!

so. it looks like sociology requires a great amount of imagination and willingness to be open-minded.

um.
uh.
there’s now a BIG, HUGE, WONDERFUL and OVERTLY SNIDE lump of laughter inside me just hankering to bust out. because, wow. i’m AMAZED that certain people are even making the grade to major in this. you know, people who are capable of zilch imagination and frequently expose a penchant for narcissim. do they teach any reverse sociological application? ones that force Certain People ™ to roto-rooter their brains?

like i said, snide. unlike some, i never pretend to be what i’m not. nor am i convinced of what i’m not either.

this guy has obviously never sat in on a hugo schwyzer lecture. hence the ill-informed conclusion of herr schwyzer’s teaching capabilities. i’m going to hazard a guess as to why lecture-style teaching has been generally deemed ineffective: most people, professional educators or otherwise, are not dynamic oral communicators. i’ve had back-to-back morning class schedules plenty of times in my academic career. the only semester where i never fell asleep during lectures despite an early 8am to 11am class block was when i took hugo’s women’s studies and history 1a courses lumped together. wide-eyed from discussing sexual freedom all the way through the saga of enki-du. and i wasn’t the only one.

also: a student who doesn’t learn isn’t completely the fault of the teacher. the most passionate, dynamic teacher in the world can’t motivate a student who doesn’t want to be motivated. how hard is that to comprehend. entirely laying the burden of student learning on the teacher is robbing the student of the responsibility to learn. a teacher who can’t grok that concept isn’t much of a teacher.