New address
April 11th, 2008Hey folks. If you hadn’t noticed, I am no longer at www.anfin.erelas.com. By request of my brother, I ask that all 6 of you change any bookmark you may have of this site to http://skgoforth.com. Thank you.
Hey folks. If you hadn’t noticed, I am no longer at www.anfin.erelas.com. By request of my brother, I ask that all 6 of you change any bookmark you may have of this site to http://skgoforth.com. Thank you.
Despite my recent lack of internet presence, I am in fact alive and here’s what I’ve been up to:
So that’s what’s been happening with me in the last while. And now for a post that I actually wrote last winter:
Proof: The other day, one of the techniques students asked me what classes I was taking. I of course replied that I was taking Spanish and Number Theory. “What’s number theory?” they asked. A completely reasonable question, I thought, and so I said, “It’s basically the theory of integers…for instance we do a lot of stuff with primes.” And then the bright young chemist said something that I couldn’t quite comprehend. He asked, “What are prime numbers anyway?”
. . .you have the following dream:
I found myself in a dungeon of sorts fighting off evil vermin. At some point I realized to my dismay that I didn’t even have my sword to which I was so accustomed and that I was also unable to use my bow and arrows. Nevertheless, I was doing pretty well fighting the monsters off with only my Wii remote and nunchuck in hand. Unfortunately when I finished them off, the boss monster came out, and I knew that I needed my unusable arrows to defeat him. Then I noticed the character who I was apparently supposed to be using with my remote and nunchuck–a girl standing off in the corner talking on her cell-phone. She gave delayed responses to my signals due to her seemingly important conversation, and she kept waving me off when I yelled at her to get out of the way of the monster’s attacks before she lost more hearts. Using her to shoot the arrows was particularly difficult. I kept pointing my Wiimote at the monster but could not see the helpful little red bulleye to tell me where I was shooting. This was because she was shooting which meant that the bullseye only showed up from her point of view. Nevertheless, I/she finally shot him and he was diminished to a fire breathing rotating monster with glowing red eyes. The eyes were clearly his weak point so I tried to get her to slash them with her sword. She, however, did not try to do so, nor did she make any attempts to dodge his fiery breath. Every time I pushed the joystick to move her, she would stand there yapping into her cell-phone for several seconds until I was insistent enough for her to grudgingly follow my orders. I finally gave up on her and took her sword to fight the beast myself and then quickly defeated him. She didn’t seem to care and simply rolled her eyes and moseyed back to the corner to continue her conversation.
. . . and here is the photographic evidence.
The limit of x as math aproaches blue equals awesome
Pi: It’s not only delicious…It’s circtacular!
Why lie? Math is FUn!
Q: What do you call a eigensheep? A: A lamb. Duh!
Q: Why did the chicken cross the mobius strip? A: To get to the same side.
By a happy set of circumstances, I have just won my very own brand new 4.0GB iPod nano. The thing is, I already own an old 8.0GB iPod nano. So what do you people think? Should I stay with my nice old version with the larger memory and sell the new one or are the new features of the latest nano too good to pass up? You tell me.
So I totally just scored my first goal in soccer ever in my intramural team’s soccer game tonight. It was certainly in no way related to my skill. First, we were playing a team that was so bad we decided to switch up all the positions–i.e. the forwards played goalie and defense, and myself and the goalie played forwards. Second, a girl on the other team basically tackled me in the box so we got a penalty kick. It took me a few moments to realize that my team actually wanted me to kick it. Why not? We were up 6 to 0 anyway. So as soon as I figured out what was happening, I stepped up to the ball, and the referee blew his whistle, and I kicked it. Then, wonder of wonders, the ball actually went to where I was aiming, and I scored. Okay, okay, so I didn’t nimbly dribble past someone and make a spectacular goal, but at least I can say that once in my life, I put a soccer ball in a net during an actual game. Hooray!
I present to you the final installment: Flowers and Other Plant-Life of Hawaii Part 3.
Various observations and such:
P.S. I present to you Flowers and Other Plant-Life of Hawaii Part 2.