| Thursday, February 27, 2003 |
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 You're one of those perverts. You know what I'm talking about. Clean yourself up, and get outside more! Fucker. Why Will You Go To Hell? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Recently I've been talking to some friends about the theory of "Six Degrees of Separation". A couple had never heard about it. Well I was much surprised to hear that there were actually semi-scientific studies done to attempt proving this theory. According to this article at Techtv.com, the notion of six degrees of separation grew out of work conducted by the social psychologist Stanley Milgram in the 1960s. Milgram decided to investigate the so-called "small-world problem", the theory that everyone on the planet is connected by just a handful of intermediaries.
In Milgram's experiments, a few hundred people from Boston and Omaha attempted to get a letter to a target. In this case, a complete stranger in Boston. But they could only send the letter to a personal friend whom they thought was somehow closer to the target than they were. When Milgram looked at the letters that reached the target, he found that they had changed hands only about six times. This finding has since been enshrined in the notion that everyone can be connected by a chain of roughly six people. Like me, I'm connected to Bill Clinton through one link. And yes, I'm proud of it! ;-) Another university lecturer by the name of Duncan Watts is trying to prove the theory online through the Small World Research Project. Hope it turns out ok; it's one of the few abstract things I actually believe in. On another note, it turns out that your cellphone can possibly get viruses. Since many of these cellphones use Java, the virus would be delivered in a Java application, such as a game. But there hasn't yet been any cellphone viruses, because there aren't a lot of those email-enabled cellphones available. It's not a major concern, so don't worry about it. |
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| Tuesday, February 25, 2003 |
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DADDY'S TEN RULES OF DATINGRule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up. Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them. Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes to big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of you date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist. Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you. Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early" Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka -- zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better. Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me. Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveways you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. |
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| Saturday, February 22, 2003 |
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FinallySomebody in the public domain stand up for the chi-chi man. The last government in their Equal Opportunites Act didn't stand up for them, thereby allowing discrimination of the chi-chi man to be legal. That's if my small legal mind interprets that correctly. For some reason I just have this -- I think I would call it compassion -- for the chi-chi man, but I guess you noticed that since I've linked Queer as Folk from here. I have absolutely nothing against them. I think that people should be left alone to live their own lives, as long as they're within the law. I have an open mind about most things; it's a wonder I haven't spoken about this sooner. I was glad that Peter Minshall said what he said and that Republic Bank blanked that Wanker or Wanskie or whatever the hell his name is. You could tell he's not very creative: "We doh wah no chi-chi man in ah de posse carnival!!" His response, if I quote the Express story correctly: “Where is democracy if we don’t have freedom of speech?” he asked. “My song does not promote violence in any way. I speak in parable. What I really mean is keep away from guys who stab people like in (the) Wet Fete. If some people are offended, that’s their business.” Freedom of speech my ass... |
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| Friday, February 21, 2003 |
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| Oh good I'm in. Blogger's been screwing around with my blog today. Yesterday was Miranda's birthday. Would've posted a big "happy birthday" but I didn't get near a computer. No -- I didn't get her anything, at her request. Yes, I know that women only say that but I tend to just go with what she tells me. I did at least get her a card though. I ain't that bad.
So... are YOU hot?? These ppl think they are.   
  
Only in America eh... |
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| Monday, February 17, 2003 |
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For god sakes... |
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| Saturday, February 15, 2003 |
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Ok so this is what I was supposed to post yesterday but couldn't get anywhere near a computer:
My sentiments exactlyhearts and roses and kisses galore.... what the hell is all that shit for people get mushy and start acting queer its definitely the most annoying day of the year this day needs to get the hell over with and pass before i shove a dozen roses up cupid's ass i'll spend the day so drunk i can't speak and wear all black for the rest of the week guys act all sweet but soon it will fade for all they are doing is trying to get laid the arrow cupid shot at me must not have hit because i think love is a bunch of shit so there is my story.....what can say love bites my ass.....FUCK VALENTINE'S DAY!! |
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| Thursday, February 13, 2003 |
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| This has to be one of the funniest posts I have ever read.
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| I have no frickin Accounting Theory class!! It's hot and my eyes hurt. Worse, the LRC's closed cus of some conference on globalisation. But I guess having left school and going to San Fernando Hill this afternoon kinda makes it all better. It was real cool up there. Really windy, and serene. It was actually clean too. Lots of people in parked cars. It was so clear that I could see Mt. St. Benedict from where we were. It's the first time I've been there in a really long time. Don't ask how I got there though. Oh, and I ate rice cakes today. Hadn't seen those since I was little.
I'm not sure if I did something wrong or if my Strategic Management group members don't understand what to do but no-one's added themself to the group blog I opened for us to communicate. The work's already starting to pile on me cus I had one midterm which I was unprepared for on Monday and I have another this coming Monday. UWI is becoming a real drag now. And to think I'm gonna be here for another year.
For the life of me, I cannot find jeans to fit me and within a price I'm willing to pay. I've been looking for a good pair of jeans since like July last year and I haven't found one as yet. I'm looking for a straight waist 30/ length 30 pair of original Levi's or CK's that's not baggy and not skin fitting either. I tried a pair of Levi's Regular fit a couple weekends ago but it turned out to be what we Trini's would describe as "Ying". And let's not get started on sneakers. Nike start to make some ugly-ass sneakers that I just refuse to buy.
Oh I forgot to mention that before I went to San Fernando Hill I ended up in the panty store in Gulf City. At first it wasn't as bad, but then I turned around and noticed that one of my sister's coworkers/carpool person/good friend was also in the store. I think she saw me too. I'm not gonna hear the end of it. |
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| Tuesday, February 11, 2003 |
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| Aren't these some interesting facts:
It's possible to lead a cow upstairs ... but not downstairs. It's physically impossible for you to lick your elbow. A snail can sleep for three years. No word in the English language rhymes with "MONTH." Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. SCARY!!! The electric chair was invented by a dentist. All polar bears are left-handed. TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard. "Go," is the shortest complete sentence in the English language. A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out. The cigarette lighter was invented before the match. Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every day. Almost everyone who reads this will try to lick their elbow. You tried to lick your elbow, didn't you? |
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| Monday, February 10, 2003 |
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| I spent all of Sunday in dust. It was horrible. Wheezing, sniffling, snorting, coughing and all the other "ings" that go with dust -- I was doing it. My dad decided that he was going to remove the wooden ceiling in our house since it was contributing to the major dust problem, besides living in the middle of cane fields of course. And so it went. Although the actual removal wasn't difficult, the cleaning up afterward was. It's amazing I'm not in the hospital after that. Then again, I might have ended up dying there anyway... |
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| Friday, February 07, 2003 |
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| Click here for freaky stories, and I mean freaky! |
| 6:23 pm | | |
| Another real hot day today. Last night had chutney on campus with Dil-E-Nadan and Ricky Jai. I thought it buss, not really my thing. Miranda seemed to enjoy herself though. She is so superfine.
On another front, I thought that I should have put in my two cents with all the drama going on in the Premier League, especially at Leeds. Granted I'm just a spectator, but they were one of the few teams I actually liked. Selling Rio was one thing, but selling off Robbie and Lee Bowyer? Lee Bowyer? I think the Leeds home page has been hacked too. Well something funny was happenning when I was last there anyway. And thanks Stefan for linking me. |
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| Thursday, February 06, 2003 |
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| LAAAAWWWWWDDDD!!!!!!! IT HOT!! |
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| Wednesday, February 05, 2003 |
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| It's been two consecutive days that I've worn a shirt now. But yesterday I actually had a reason to: M and I went to "town". Yuh know we south people does say we goin to "tong". Well today I had not a single ironed top so I was forced to wear my trusty Radical plaid shirt. btw: is plaid a material or a style? I always wondered that.
So I also have to set up a group blog for my Strategic Management course. Most appropriate for group message posting rather than just plain email. Plain email is just, well, plain. This is exciting!! My god, I'm turning into a geek. |
| 1:55 pm | | |
| This is funny. I got this in my email today:
SUCCESS: At age 4 success is . . . . not peeing in your pants. At age 12 success is . . . having friends. At age 16 success is . . . having a drivers license. At age 20 success is . . . having sex. At age 35 success is . . . having money. At age 50 success is . . . having money. At age 60 success is . . . having sex. At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license. At age 75 success is . . . having friends. At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants. It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting. I wasn't sure just what I wanted to do with it. I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to look into it better. I knew how great it would be if I just started eating it. *But I decided to put ketchup on my burger.* |
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| Monday, February 03, 2003 |
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| I'm in Database Design tutorial with Jerome and Hernandez. We're sitting in the back of the classroom doing vanity searches while the rest of the class are normalizing tables. That must be fun. Hernadez is sending text messages while Jerome is looking at Realmadrid.com.
Ok so he was just walking around the class and saw us doing absolutely nothing and we had to pretend that we were doing something. Well at least I know a little about Access. Ok class done now. Laterz. |
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| Saturday, February 01, 2003 |
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| Like the new digs?? I know it's boring, just like me LOL. I chose to use the name "realmagga{somthing original} because it IS original. "Psycho Ward" I borrowed off of a t-shirt. Infact, if you did a search for "Psycho Ward" a whole lot of other shit comes up. On the other hand, if you searched for "realmagga", it's just me. Fascinating huh. I decided to take down the rest of the site cus it's hard to upkeep and to do new designs with my school situation. For now, the blog and the guestbook will have to do. So hope to see you guys getting your own blog, if you don't already. I need ppl to link to. LOL. Laterz. |
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