So...about that Podcast

Me and Seth, mostly me, are really bad about making things happen. So the people who are waiting (maybe) for a new episode, we have coming soon. I promise!

Dreams

I have weird dreams sometimes, well, most of the time. And by weird, I mean Marching Band trips to outer space and falling sideways through this hallway:

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But I also believe that the dreams I have reflect the circumstances and problems in my life. If I have a metaphorical monkey on my back, my dreams will usually express this problem. It brings a certain clarity to life, which I really appreciate. If I have a wacked up dream about something, I like to think it's my brain telling me to get my act together.

So, I usually end up trying to dissect my dreams for clues; hoping for some edge or insight. But sometimes, as Sara told me one day, a tree is just a tree; it isn't always hiding a forest.

I guess this would explain the old timey western saloon that was my church in a dream once

Studying

I am terrible at studying. Bloody awful at it. I have this terrible habit of staring at my notes for about 30 seconds, saying "Oh yeah I got this," and then proceeding hit the refresh button on facebook for about an hour. It's a vicious cycle, as I realize exactly what I've should've done to study about 30 seconds into the test.

Of course this is only for multiple choice, writing is easy as it can be BSed. It's practically my major...wait...shit

Lucky Me

I have come to the realization that am wildly fortunate to have everything that I do. The only thing I can really say about this is Thank You

The Transformice Problem!

Something horribly addictive has entered my life. It isn't any sort if new drug to "hit the streets" (I'm to socially awkward to buy drugs anyway, like seriously, how does that happen?). Nay, it is a silly little flash game called Transformice. Basically, you (a mouse) traverse a crazy ass level to get the goods (cheese) and back to the mousehole (for victory). While this sounds pretty stupid, the awesomeness comes from the fact that you are doing this with up to 50 people at one time, all trying to navigate the hilariously impossible levels to get some cheese.

This shit is amazing.

What I Think 9/11 Means to Me

I was in 5th grade when 9/11 happened, and I haven't really thought about what it means to me until now. I understand that it was tragedy, but it never occurred to me that I may have been changed in a way I didn't understand until now. I think that day is when I learned what man has the capacity to do. I learned that we have the power to do not only something evil, but to redefine ourselves with that evil in the eyes of a 5th grader.

Black Dynamite Review

So, I'm slightly lacking in the inspiration necessary to do a more fun blog post, so I'm reviewing the movie Black Dynamite. Try not to feel too gyped...

Anyway, Black Dynamite is one of the most surprising movies if have ever encountered simply because I heard nothing about it until I walked into a video rental store and saw an add for it, forgot about it until about a week ago, finally watched, and was blown away by how little attention this totally awesome movie got. Basically, Black Dynamite is a satire of the classic Blacksploitation movies of the 1970s like Shaft and what not. What we have here is a movie that is completely self aware of it's "satirical-ness" and goes for it. There is plenty of low level humor in the movie, but just enough of it is super smart "blink and you'll miss it" moments that make what could've been a really stupid movie into an underground hit.

Oh and the mustache kicks ass

CAN YOU DIG IT

Running Man

Recently, I've become more serious about staying in shape, eating better, and just really striving to be better. So it was only a matter of time before I ended up hitting the treadmill at the rec. After getting over my slight intimidation by the machine ("How the hell do I goooooo?!?!?"), I began to run.

At first, I was gripped by a sense "HOLY FUCK HOW DO I NOT DIE ON THIS THING," but I got the hang of it. Then it hit me. I zone out sometimes, well, a lot. Especially if I find you boring. I have never zoned out like this though. For a whole two minutes, only myself, the tree so close and so far, and the infinite road between us existed. There was no sound, only raw, forward motion.

I'm going to keep running

Obnoxious Philosophy

As a Philosophy major, one encounters many types of philosophy during the course of a semester. Sometimes you find awesome philosophy, and other times you find sucky philosophy. However, there is one particular type of philosophy that I find to be well...stupid. And in classic Mike Jones fashion, I realized just a few days ago that I am taking a class completely devoted to the obnoxious philosophy of Metaphysics.

Basically, this means I'm going to spending this semester doubting if I actually exist and doing really weird thought experiments if I become doubtful of said existence when intoxicated. The few rational philosophers who show in this period (1500s to the 1850s) will be like gasps of air before plunging back down into the stupidy stupid of stupid philosophy.

If the world is real enough for me to dislike metaphysics and bitch about it on my blog, it's good enough for me!