ZOGAR

So I've grudgingly started reading Harry Potter and the something of the something... err, I mean, Half Blooded Prince, so when I get dragged to the film I'll understand what everyone else is bitching about when they complain that the book is better.

I'll admit that I like this one probably better out of any of them I've read so far just for the beginning part where Snape sums up Harry as being mediocre, surviving only through dumb luck, and full of himself. If he had thrown in, "Oh, and he's also dense to a point where even the grade school children this series is geared for probably think he suffers from some form of mild retardation," I'd declare Snape my favorite character and that all shipping with him is bullshit because no one else in those books deserve the honor of getting fucked in the ass by Snape.

Actually, I'll just go ahead and say he's my favorite character anyway. That's mostly from Alan Rickman though.

I realize now that probably one of the things that really bugs me about Harry Potter is that with his Dickensian X 1000 origins everytime I feel annoyed by the title character I then end up feeling bad about myself.

Like when he starts whining "But my mom didn't like my dad!" and my reaction is No, she's telling him off because she does like him, and even if you can't grasp that worn out cliche the very fact that you are their OFFSPRING is kind of a more telling clue, that, yes, she did. Seriously, you're like 15 years old by this point, how can you be this fucking stupid? I then take a step back and also have to wonder if I'm just being overly mean and callous. Because, you know, if I spent most of my life locked in a cupboard under the stairs I'm guessing an inability to grasp the nuances of human interactions would be the least of my personal flaws.

That's also another point I'd like to put in favor of this book. Dumbledore calls the Dursleys out for their years of child abuse, which,really, is about fucking time. Every goddam book starts off with yet more crippling neglect, and the most you ever get out of any of the SUPPOSEDLY good wizard folk is "Gee, that sounds just awful, Harry". It's like they all assume mental and physical abuse is the typical Muggle child rearing method and are content to leave it alone at that.

By the by, just wondering, who's making me go see the movie this time, and will it have to be opening day?

Sometimes I am sorely tempted to post flippant answers to the LJ daily questions, and rarely I give in to that temptation. I'm just waiting for a comment where someone tries to clarify for me that they really aren't a couple, just so I can throw back, "No, they are. Robin is Batman's boyfriend."


I saw a little of One Way Out last night. The whole intro of the show is this bit where they preface it with "Oi, I'm a professional escape artist who's testing escape science!" but come on, getting hit in the face with objects swung on ropes? Vacuum sealing yourself in a plastic bag? Having to escape before your friend runs into you on a bicycle?

It's a version of Jackass with slightly more math.

Also, G4 has been taken off my cable. I guess I can't really say I miss it (even though I've been accused of only watching G4, I do watch alot more Discovery Channel, dammit!) because it was always Cheaters or Cops, but it seems kinda weird now that I'm still religiously watching the Sessler Soapbox podcast, the follow up to a show I can't watch.

Batman and Robin.

OMG Sarah Palin is quitting being the governor of Alaska! That means!!!!!

Absolutely fucking nothing to anyone who doesn't live in Alaska. In a petty, mean way I wanna say "Well, score 1 point for David Letterman", but really, it's not even 1 for him. None of us are affected by this. Except maybe for Fox News a little, who try to shoehorn some pretend debates inbetween the "Michael Jackson is still dead!" coverage, where they have one straw man ask "Isn't she a quitter now?" and all the rest of them get to yell "STFU! She's still an American hero, dammit!" at him.

Also, Stephen Colbert's take on Al Franken finally getting his senatorship (or is it senatorhood?) was great. I'm not bothering to look up a clip. You know how to use youtube, jerk.

Speaking of youtube, I couldn't make it all the way through omer333's embedded clip on the evils of consumerism. Even if I'm inclined to agree with something there's really only a certain amount of over the top bias I can deal with before it makes me ill. Shocking numbers tops that list. With a bullet!

"80% of the Earth's forests are gone!!!!!"

.... uh huh. From when exactly? Pangea? Are trees from the last Ice Age when the Sahara wasn't a desert being counted here? Awww, and all that lumber is shown coming from your little cartoon of a scenic, ideal wilderness, with a stream and deer and a mountain in the background. Because timber companies never plant trees! They just look for more of that 20% left to utterly DESTROY. Forever! For bookshelves!

And I'll admit I am unreasonablly indifferent myself on this. Florida is pretty much swampland with a few nice beaches, so I don't particularly like nature, and I enjoy watching Swamp Loggers. Appeals to my love of the happy little forests aren't going to work. And the fact that you are trying to appeal to my love of happy little forests with a cartoon leads me to believe the whole slideshow is geared towards ruthlessly pushing a certain viewpoint, using skewed statistics to support it, over, say, presenting me with unbaised facts that might make me want to reevaluate my wasteful behavior and start buying glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard working people of wherever.

Fuck the cartoon deer.

And yeah, I know people are shortsighted and stupid enough that they won't even care until it starts getting hard to breathe and then they'll be OH SHIT! WE NEED TO SAVE TREES! but still, fuck the cartoon deer.

Final Off Topic Note: I ordered some WoW minis from the Core Set online yesterday. Make your time, vulpes. The Horde is coming. Your Alliance will be crushed. Not even Leeroy Jenkins will be able to save you. This is your doom.

I originally was going to squeeze in me responding to the question in the last panel, but I think it's more interesting to leave it up to interpretation. What do you think he was doing back there???

vulpes went on a major diatribe about his hatred of Revenge of the Fallen. I don't think there's anything I could really add to it, other than saying I don't hate it that much. If the fight scenes were at least enjoyable (and sadly, they're not) I would rank it on the same level as Wolverine Origins, which I thought was okay (Yeah, yeah, "OMG Deadpool was raped!" I said okay, not good).

Now I'm just paranoid about the G.I. Joe movie. Though admittedly that's more from the trailer that's all "We're going to assemble the best military specialists in the world.... and then give them all Iron Man armor!" It's already been expressed that we really hope that's a gimmick that is dropped quickly, and that Snake Eyes will make clear his refusal to wear the armor through a series of obscene hand gestures.

Also it was mentioned a Wayans brother is in it, guaranteeing it to suck. But then Dr. Who is Destro! Doesn't that mean they cancel each other out?

I've seen alot of Revenge of the Fallen online complaints, but one I have yet to see anyone mention is one bit in the beginning of the movie. Where Optimus Prime pointly talks about how their fancy super robot planet technology can't be shared with humans because of how warmongeringly bad we are, right after he shot a wounded and helpless Decepticon in the head. Seriously, the whole beginning of the movie is Hrmm, the Decepticons are all over the world, up to something. But all we see them up to is hiding, or running away, because Optimus Prime wants to hunt them all down and kill em! He's fucking Transformer Hitler!

But Zogar, you might say (okay, no you wouldn't, because I don't know anyone who would jump to the defense of this movie, but for argument's sake) The Decepticons are programmed for evil! It's why they have red glowing eyes and no paint jobs!

Except then you have rickety ol' used-to-be-a-Decepticon Jetfire in there telling you all about how each faction is a personal choice. So you can't say the Decepticons are inherently evil, to where it's okay to mercilessly execute them on the spot. Shit, even the Nazis got trials.

So when Optimus is always going on about the rights of sentient beings, blah blah blah, he really means sentient beings who agree with HIM. Everyone else is getting shot or sworded in the face.

Which makes the oh so... I want to say "subtle", but somehow I don't think there's enough sarcasm anywhere for me to convey that as sarcastically as it needs to be, Obama bashing actually seem kind of like points in the guy's favor. I know Michael Bay means it as "Hey, kids, Obama is mean to Autobots! He gives douchebags presidental orders to try to stop them from being heroes!"*

But I take it as Obama getting wise to Optimus Prime's robo-genocide and trying to put a stop to it.



* and for anyone who wisely avoided seeing this movie, I'm not just reading that into it. The main heavy of the film flaunts his presidental orders to be the heavy all the goddam time, and said president is mentioned by name. Considering the ebonic Autobot twins, I'm guessing whatever scene actually showed the president got cut because everyone else working on the film told Bay it would be wrong to show Obama eating fried chicken and throwing up gang signs. While collecting his welfare check. In prison.

I've never really gotten the appeal of raiding capital cities in WoW, but it's an achievement so every asshole and their brother are going to do it. You get a bear mount for it! (See earlier post for why bear mounts are lame).

Anyway, someone asked in trade chat if Thrall was dead. This was an hour or so after they had been calling vulpes gay for badmouthing Bayformers 2.

My response is "No, Thrall's not dead. We just took him to a nice farm upstate."

Someone else chimed in that he has lots of room to play up there.

Yes, Thrall is very happy.

So the TV is still all abuzz about Michael Jackson. The upside to this is that Fox News is slightly more comical, since it's them bitching about how they really want to bitch about Obama, but everyone is ignoring them in favor of more stories about what celebrities are falling all over themselves going on and on about how MJ was the greatest in music, ever.

This kind of annoys me, not in the ways you would think, but because specifically, where were these fuckers when he was still alive? Seriously, they show up in interviews gushing like music didn't even exist before this guy, but I don't remember ever seeing them saying nice things about him when he was still breathing and it'd of actually done him some fucking good. The whole bit strikes me as pretty fake, and I don't mean to be all Holden Caulfield about it, but that's pretty much my impression of them.

It occured to me that with most of my DVDs are old cartoons and almost all of my tagged LJ entries are me talking about old cartoons, it might seem oddly uncharacteristic of me that I'm annoyed with Transformers: The Movie VHS ownership. At least to where even years later Russ and vulpes mock me with it.

I was going to go into a long (hopefully amusing) tirade about that, but since I wanna mention something else, let's just suffice it to say that I watched it a billion times as a kid, which is more than enough viewings needed in one's lifetime, and anyone who'd want to start crying that it's a timeless cult classic of our 80's childhood, free of any and all things deserving complaints, all I have to respond with is: Fucking Daniel, Fucking Wheelie.


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Anyways, last night gosamyr and vulpes mentioned there's a Hot Topic t shirt with Soundwave DJing with all his cassette critters hanging out. That sounded cool, so after dropping mom off at Sam's Club I went to Hot Topic, but after seeing it... the art kinda sucks. I talked to George for a bit, bought a different Transformers t shirt, picked up mom and went home.

Now, I own quite a few t shirts. I get gifted alot, and I tend to buy more on impulse over my actual, physical necessity for covering my torso. This weekend I broke into a drawer of "old" t shirts because I was going out and really, really, really wanted something besides black to wear in this heat. I'm also somewhat of a packrat, so getting home today I looked at said drawer of old shirts and decided man, I ought to sort through some of this crap.

Except apparently that's not the only drawer of that crap. I had 3 fucking drawers filled with t shirts. Not even counting the one full of em I normally pull shirts out of. And some of them I remember wearing in high school. Now, I can vaguely recall this mess being partially from my laziness in unpacking from Tallahassee, I'm pretty sure I just dumped most of those in there without thinking about it, but still, fucking Christ.

So for about an hour this afternoon I went through shirts, throwing out the ones that were really fucked up, like with holes in em, and sorting the rest into "would probably wear again" or "probably won't wear again". "Probably won't wear again" is getting hauled over to Doofy's where they can pick out what they want before the rest gets heaved. I wondered for a second whether or not I should give them to Goodwill or something else more socially positive and less wasteful, but then the world is full of fucking free t shirts. I don't see giving them ones that have been in a drawer for 10+ years as useful.

For anyone who, for whatever bizarre reason, wants the opportunity on Friday to also dig through my hand me downs I will go on the record as saying that probably the best one shoved into the bag is "Illuminati: Someone You Trust Is One of Us". In case you were hoping to gank any of my Invader Zim shirts, no, those I'm keeping.

Just got back from Transformers 2. Man, when I said all they'd have to do is just have more robots over humans to make me happy, I take that back. God, do I take that back.

vulpes posted a link to a review that kind of mockingly billed this flick as Michael Bay's first art house movie, and it's strangely fitting. More than anything else, this film reminds me of the Spirit. Not to the degree of The Spirit, oh noooo, less than that by far, but it is pretty much something you can't help but wonder while watching what the fuck is going on?

It is 2 and a half hours of fucking nonsense. I'll give it a couple of points for actually giving us a couple of scenes of Megatron and Starscream talking to each other, and Ravage was cool, but then I'm immediately taking those away for Seductricon, The fucking ebonics Autobots, the Stargate villian Decepticon who's supposed to be The Emperor to Megatron's Darth Vader, every failed attempt at humor, the constant mentioning of balls, indistinguishable fight scenes, and a dozen other things I'd rather just forget about.

This leads me to 2 final points on this:

1. I'm opting out right the fuck now on Bayformers 3. I don't give a fuck what the trailers look like, what promises are made, I am not going to that movie. I'm fucking done.

2. I used to voice annoyance with how years ago my friends let me buy Transformers: The Movie when I was drunk. I no longer regret that purchase. Hell, I wish I had it on DVD. After this one, I'm actually nostalgic now for the animated movie.


And none of this is from Transformers fanboyhood. The source material is 20 minute long toy commercials from the 80s. I can appreciate that. Soundwave doesn't turn into a tape deck, fine, whatever. But when I'm thinking back to that 20 year old toy commercial and realizing that it had better dialogue with deeper characterization... yeah.

I've refrained from commenting on Michael Jackson's demise because.... I really just don't care?

I find it bizarre how for years now he's been more or less loathed for being accused of child molestation, but now that he's dead suddenly everyone remembers how much they liked the Bad album.

I didn't care for Michael Jackson as a kid (Strangely, I was a big fan of Weird Al though). Actually, besides the Beastie Boys I think all my tastes in music back then was fairly horrible and I'm more than a little embarassed by it. The only reason I haven't thrown away the first few CDs I've owned is because I feel like their evil presence from the bottom of my closet gives me the proper perspective when dealing with what the kids listen to today. I'd probably be all arrogant and look down on Miley Cyrus, but then I can honestly say I'd glady, gleefully, .... ummm, another g adverb! pick her over anything I listened to at that age. Most shamefully fucking Ninja Turtle movie soundtracks, The Simpsons Sing the Blues and Vanilla Ice.

So, yeah, I just don't feel nostalgic for Michael Jackson anymore than I would for Duran Duran, Madonna or anyone else who had videos on MTV in the 80s that weren't on Yo! MTV Raps or Headbangers Ball. Maybe a little less since most of them aren't possible little boy fuckers.

Well, Madonna probably is, but she was open about that kind of shit so we don't hold it against her.

( Short fiction piece I thought up right before drink 5 beers, or maybe hadron fanfic, whatever )

The boring, factual description

The article that will make you fucking love it (read this one first)


This is the sort of thing that makes me genuinely regret that I was never good enough at math to pursue a career as a scientist. Okay, so sure, if I was a scientist I'd probably be stuck in a pharmaceautical company's basement, forced to try to invent new dick pills or in the classroom, teaching chemistry to surly high school students*. But once my application was accepted (and believe me, I would be applying every week DAY until they took me in) I'd say "Fuck you, bitches! I'm outta here to go collide some particles!"

That being said though, the Cracked article was written about a month before they actually turned it on, and well, we're still here, so it wasn't quite as cool as they were hoping afraid it'd be. But during the trial runs it did break down, so maybe when they crank it up again this October and get the sucker to MAXIMUM POWER!!!!, then it'll create some time travelling strange matter!

And with diminishing returns regarding research, they're planning to build an even larger hardron collider when they're done playing with destroying the world with studying this one. Yes, the Super Large Hadron Collider!

Also I'm betting this thing will make the most badass weapon ever. Which, of course, will make war so horrible that no one will ever want to use it for that.




*Yes, I know physics is different from chemistry. STFU! Scientist is scientist!

This Vandal's song has become the trolls' anthem now.

So I hear that Transformers 2 doesn't suck, and Shortpacked!'s Dave Willis says it's 90% robots, which would clear up my #1 bitching about the first film.

I'm still inclined to wait till Tuesday to see it on the cheap though.

Thanks to vulpes's link to biblical quotes I've been looking over invention lists at Cracked.com. I think Seanbaby's done one of these, only because I don't think this is the first time I've been to this site, but, ummm, yeah, it's some cool lists and more than a few kinda dumbass ones. I like the ones on inventions because at least they're informative.

And I bring this up because you see a reoccurring theme among inventions that have war time applications. Well, sure, you can use the aeroplane or dynamite for war, but you see, that's how they'll end war because doing such things will be so terrible that people will not want war anymore, forever! I can't decide whether inventors are really this unbelievablly naive or if that's just their standard form cop out for when other people get bitchy about how much extra carnage they've cooked up. I can imagine this in science fiction for lulz.

No, no, no. The Death Star was invented for peaceful space exploration and mining. Sure, you could use it to blow up inhabited planets, but that's exactly why that sort of thing won't happen, because it's too horrible!


Books A Million is having some big sale this Saturday. I'd suggest to make a group trip of it, but I gotta go to work early on Sunday, so in all honesty I doubt I'll be around for it more than a quick look and then running back home to zonk out.

The Higginses' car is in the shop, so this morning, and apparently tomorrow, I need to drive them to work. In the car, Doofy's all "When did you get this Eminem CD?" I dunno, a couple weeks ago? I never drive anywhere with her, it's not like she'd be aware of all the music I've got. There's the new NOFX CD somewhere in there too I've had for a month that I don't think she's listened to either.

And yes, this is all part of my scheme to teach the baby to rap. Thug lyfe, bitches. Represent. We be callin' em Gabey G.

Higgins mentions "I don't really listen to rap," which is maybe his polite English way of asking for a new CD to be thrown in, but it's like a 5 minute car ride, he can live with it. I point out that I've heard him listen to those Welsh rappers all the time to which he's all "Oi, prick, that's the same CD every time."

And when we get to his job he tells me I can park in the employee of month spot because that's what he is. His vacation was last month though. So, yeah, he was only there for 5 days in May, but for those 5 days he was the best employee there was!

So after I drop them off I'm turning onto Middle Beach and see that there's construction for a new Krystals. For anyone unfamiliar with that franchise, it's the White Castle for places that don't have White Castles. The one we used to have here actually closed. And let me go on the record as saying, I've never felt a Harold and Kumar fondness for sliders. It's a somewhat niche fast food trip for me. If I'm out after everything else is closed (which in this town is basically after 10pm), am hungry, only have $3 on me, and am driving right past the Krystals, that's when I'd stop there.

And the funny thing is the new one is being built right across the street from where the old one was. It's like the Krystals is some ancient, malicious denizen of fast food darkness. The drive thru equivalent of Dracula. Oh, sure, a few years ago it was driven out, but now it's back, because true evil can never die.

So I went out with my co-workers tonight. DUIFriday's is being snubbed by some of them, because while they are open till 2 am the service when it's late is kind of shit. That I do not disagree with. I mean, getting some beers and pot stickers is nice, but you will have to wait. So now they prefer the bar Donovan's Reef, which is right down the road next to Target that runs inbetween Back Beach and Front Beach Roads.

I remember some folks saying they'd like a call if I was doing this again, but look at the time of this post. You have to go to work tomorrow, fucko.

Donovan's isn't really dirt cheap. I mean, not to the point I'd rave about it, but it isn't overpriced, in my humble opinion. And the juke box is some future contraption that somewhat frightens me. Beside just going through the list of albums on the touch screen, you can go to a search ,menu and pretty much find any goddam song you want. Now, they do charge you extra for this, and I feel a little silly for that when I'm picking songs I could just go and listen to in my car, but I think it's kinda neat when I can pick Nerf Herder and blast the whole bar with that.

Another thing nice about hitting this place is getting someone who's enough pay grades up that they could be considered management drunk and getting them to spill all those interesting "I'm not supposed to tell you this, BUT..." factoids. I sadly won't remember these, most likely, except that my paranoid distrust of HR personnel was verified. And no, that is not "Catbert is mean!" That is "HR's job is to pretend to be your friend so that when you start bitching about something they can rat you out to corporate as being a fucking troublemaker". They're nice and all, and I wouldn't yell "SNITCHES GET STITCHES!" at them, but I'm just saying, these are fuckers you can't trust.

Another thing that's somewhat noteworthy is I've found a new system of measurement for intoxication. Obnoxiousness! This is newfound for me. Because even after someone went into some details of their sex life regarding their spouse earlier, I DID NOT say during the obligatory hugs when they left anything about the anal sex they were going to have later this evening, which goes to show that I wasn't that drunk at all.

On a final note, gosamyr texted me about seeing Transformers 2: Eletric Boogaloo Revenge of the Fallen. I'm all for Tuesdays, because movies are cheaper then, but probably not a midnight showing. That's just too fucking late for me. Unlike now, blarg.

So there's a new Ghostbusters game on, well, every damn system. vulpes brought over the Wii one Friday, and the motion sensing stuff is kinda neat for throwing the traps, but other than that the PC/PS3/Xbox 360 versions are supposedly better. The graphics definitely look spot on for those ones, while the Wii tries to be cartoony and... well, it doesn't look good.

And all the people from the movies were involved with it, so you have all the original actors providing voices, and they say they even went over the script some, making it extra Ghostbustery. It shows. The cut scenes and dialogue are very amusing. I'll have to pick it up sometime, when I stop spending all my money on Warcraft minis.


The first movie is also on sale at Target for $4, and I can actually afford that, so I picked it up. Watching this movie again, I begin to question the opening scene. That's the part with the cards and the electric shocks. I know it's supposed to show us Venkman doesn't take his work seriously, setting it up for later on when the dean refers to him being a poor scientist and treating it more like a "hussle" and love interest Ripley Dana saying he acts more like a game show host, but you know, his behavior isn't necessarily unscientific.

The blonde girl could be the control for the experiment, and so she would not receive any stimulus, even when incorrectly guessing, to provide a baseline. And while the other student participating believes he will not get shocked when his answers are correct, it's entirely possible that it's part of the experiment that he actually will always get shocked each time, and that he was not informed of this so as not to color the experiment's results.

Now, admittedly with what we know about Dr. Venkman's personality, it's overwhelmingly more likely that he is purposely conducting the test in a way to drive off the boy and seduce the blonde. I'm just saying that there is a possibility that the experiment is being conducted in the way that it's supposed to.

So I ended up getting the super duper rare loots card, The Red Bearon. I know some of you are about to stop reading this now, Oh, he's talking about World of Warcraft, but stay with me for a second here. This card gives you a bear to ride around on. But you can already get bears to ride around on in WoW. It's not hard. The only thing that makes this bear special is that it's black and doesn't have all the barding they put on the other riding bears.

The cheapest I'm seeing this thing selling for online is $120.

The spectral tiger I can understand this kind of craziness. Normally only Alliance get to ride tigers, and it's all ghostly and cool looking. But $120-$200 for a bear slightly different from all the other bears people are riding through Dalaran on?

I'd like to think maybe it's due to the rarity of the card, that this is the price for any card that they only print 1 out of every 1000 of or whatever super rare is, but no, I'm pretty sure it's from dumbasses who think they're special if their bear mount is slightly different from everyone else's bear mount.

Went to TBS Comics with vulpes after work today. Everyone else either wasn't interested and/or bailed, and well, your fucking loss, bitches.

It's kinda sad that apparently Fort Walton has built another Whataburger. Why do they get one on every fucking street and we don't have any? Where's Panama City's Whataburger, goddammit?

We actually didn't stop there though. We hit Denny's, which has The Grand Slamwich. It's scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, cheese, and shaved ham between two pieces of bread with what they refer to as "maple spice" sprinkled on it. The spice gives it a taste that reminds us of a McGriddle. It's pretty damn good. And it's a decent sized sandwich too. There's one on the menu called the Super Grand Slamwich, which I assume has to be some kind of monster sandwich considering what the regular sized one is. I'm tentatively speculating that a Super Grand Slamwich might be the spiritual successor to the Breakfast Dagwood I used to get there all the time, before they took it off the menu, probably due to an increase in heart attacks at Denny's.

Traffic was pretty congested but it was a bit more tolerable since vulpes has satellite radio, although they slip alot more commercials in there than I remember them having before. It's a bit more annoying when it's commercials for other satellite radio stations. I can't imagine anything outside of the fucking country station that should be telling you the country station is going to interview Billy Ray Cyrus.

One comedian we were listening to, on Raw Dog ( which, thanks to Fallout 3 I'll always think of as 3 Dog, regardless. I kept expecting inbetween stand up bits to hear about how I nuked Megaton ) mentioned the thing about each snowflake being unique. Not that he had anything to say about it, just as an example of stupid shit his girlfriend tells him. But it got me to thinking.... how the fuck do we know each snowflake is unique? What's the fucking sample size here? Especially over time? I mean, if you had 1 snowflake now from...well, it's June, fuck, but let's say in another 6 months or so, taking for granted you live in a place with different seasons, unlike FL, and you find a snowflake, how can you definitively say that there is no other snowflake like it anywhere else? Antartica has alot of snowflakes, motherfucker.

And then I began to wonder about the origin of that shit. Even taking into consideration that we're talking local snow here, who ever figured that out? Was there some guy sitting next to Frosty with a microscope? Some OCD bastard who froze to death trying to sort through the snowflakes and put all the like ones together but he couldn't?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know there's a scientific explanation behind it, that with how water crystalizes the geometric pattern is influenced randomly in a bajillion different points that makes it statistically impossible for there to be two exactly alike... but that's just an insanely high probability against it, using abstract math, not actual proof!

And then this is really just some odd factoid we've all heard, not because anyone really cares about how snowflakes form, but as an analogy for people, because no two of us are the same. However, I can't help but notice that if that's you're analogy, then it's also true that the differences are so miniscule that a microscope is needed to even see them, and in the end they're all just little specks of nothing that are only noticable when they manage to clump around each other enough to make a large, soggy, annoying mess. And then someone ought to run a snow plow through em. Worthless unique snowflakes!


And on a different note, vulpes said he thought when I said I got Transformers on DVD I meant the new Animated one, with the annoying Wesley Crusher little robot girl and Optimus Prime having a mouth. No, no, no. Old skool Transformers, from the 80s. Other than the episode with Weird Al voicing Wreckgar I'm really not interested in watching that other one.