My biggest pet peeve (aside from these durnt laptops) would have to be bad grammar.
I said it! I said it! Yes, my biggest pet peeve is when people don’t be using the grammar well. The one thing that bothers me the most is when people mix up the “doesn’t”s and the “don’t”s. For example, “She don’t understand what I’m saying to her face.” I barely understand that you passed the fourth grade! Dur-hurr!
Admittedly, this is probably one of the most forgivable crimes. But when you come from Jackson High School, one of the top 25 high schools in all of Ohio, you best be knowin’ that you should speak with the propah English! Come on though, really! “She don’t…”? PUH-LEEZE!!! You friggin’ sound like a hick. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Joe Dirt was a very good hick. And look where he ended up.
Alls I’ma sayin is, LISTEN TO YOUR ENGLISH TEACHER! She is paid to know how to speak in our native tongue, English. That will be all.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Roy G. Biv
To tell the truth, my first thought at the sound of our topic today was that phrase about the colorless green ideas or whatnot. But upon further thought process and cognitive action, I soon thought of another subject on which to write about.
My favorite color is red. No really. I’m not making this stuff up. Actually I have two favorite colors, which are black and red. With these two colors I was able to decorate my room back home. I chose something like “Shut up Piotch, Black” and “Supah Brizzight Red” for my paint colors. The red however made for an awkward situation at The Home Depot paint counter. While manly men watched on with their neutral deck paints and cream kitchen wall colors, the paint mixer came back with my can and opened the lid. Now make sure you understand, this was as red as you can get before someone dies of a red overdose. But anyways, all these homophobic and extremely masculine men looked at me oddly after seeing my choice of color.
My room, now with opposing walls of black and red, suits my inner decorator to the highest degree. The boldness of my scarlet offset in alternating walls with my depths of abyssal black serve as a true picture of me: Completely torn between whatever it is that I friggin’ want. But we’ll leave that can o’ worms for another blog entry.
Join us again for the ten o’clock news at eleven. This is Rich Butler saying, “Good News, and Good Cake.”
My favorite color is red. No really. I’m not making this stuff up. Actually I have two favorite colors, which are black and red. With these two colors I was able to decorate my room back home. I chose something like “Shut up Piotch, Black” and “Supah Brizzight Red” for my paint colors. The red however made for an awkward situation at The Home Depot paint counter. While manly men watched on with their neutral deck paints and cream kitchen wall colors, the paint mixer came back with my can and opened the lid. Now make sure you understand, this was as red as you can get before someone dies of a red overdose. But anyways, all these homophobic and extremely masculine men looked at me oddly after seeing my choice of color.
My room, now with opposing walls of black and red, suits my inner decorator to the highest degree. The boldness of my scarlet offset in alternating walls with my depths of abyssal black serve as a true picture of me: Completely torn between whatever it is that I friggin’ want. But we’ll leave that can o’ worms for another blog entry.
Join us again for the ten o’clock news at eleven. This is Rich Butler saying, “Good News, and Good Cake.”
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
It was the best of jobs. It was the worst of jobs.
Well, my best job ever, and my worst job ever, would have to be Wendy’s. Actually it’s been my only job so far. It’s not such a bad job. It’s just my boss, Jeff, that would get annoying. He had to be one of the fruitiest men to ever maintain his closet-dwelling outer persona. His manner of management along with his terrible sense of humor made him the butt of many versions of evil and stupid boss jokes.
Though this job is deffinately not the most glamorous, with its greasy floors, terrible pays, ugly uniforms, and lack of high quality food (not that it was poor quality mind you), it was made enjoyable by the others that had to swim in the pool of misery that was Jeff.
As for one particular incident, I accidentally got some of the fry grease splashed all over my hand. Now let me just say that I wasn’t over-joyed that it happened either. The next time I came into work (my hand wrapped in swaddling bandages), Jeff had the nerve to ask me into the back office, and tell me that what happened was wrong. OOOHHHH. Seeing as how this is a public blog, I’m going to refrain from typing the words that were flying through my head. I’ll give you a hint though. It started with an F and rhymed with “Buck you Jeff!”
Bittersweeetly, I no longer work there. I quit in early August to prepare for my semester here at Akron. I do miss the people that work there. However, the best thing is going in as a customer. I get to see my friends but also get to make Jeff work for me!
Though this job is deffinately not the most glamorous, with its greasy floors, terrible pays, ugly uniforms, and lack of high quality food (not that it was poor quality mind you), it was made enjoyable by the others that had to swim in the pool of misery that was Jeff.
As for one particular incident, I accidentally got some of the fry grease splashed all over my hand. Now let me just say that I wasn’t over-joyed that it happened either. The next time I came into work (my hand wrapped in swaddling bandages), Jeff had the nerve to ask me into the back office, and tell me that what happened was wrong. OOOHHHH. Seeing as how this is a public blog, I’m going to refrain from typing the words that were flying through my head. I’ll give you a hint though. It started with an F and rhymed with “Buck you Jeff!”
Bittersweeetly, I no longer work there. I quit in early August to prepare for my semester here at Akron. I do miss the people that work there. However, the best thing is going in as a customer. I get to see my friends but also get to make Jeff work for me!
Monday, September 18, 2006
I hate to admit it, Butt.
I hate to admit it, but I'm actually not a student.
In fact, I'm not really 18 years old. I'm part of the NSA, keeping tabs on one of our top public enemies, Lauren Garcia-DuPlain.
I was only given a short briefing (get it? short? brief-ing?) on her. I wasn't even given any background information. My superior only told me, "Keep an eye and an ear open for anything...hmm..." He turned to his secretary with a pleading face. She whispered in his ear. He turned back to me, "unusual." Man I need to get out of the kick-around business.
Another thing that I hate to admit is that, should Lauren's outfit look more profitable than the NSA, I plan to defect to her side. What can I say? I'm in the NSA. I already lost all my morals on sign in.
Oh, one more thing. I hate to admit it, but this entire blog will be erased from your memory in three, two, one...
Damn it! Friggin' thing's broken again! Oh well. Plan B. You're getting very sleepy....
In fact, I'm not really 18 years old. I'm part of the NSA, keeping tabs on one of our top public enemies, Lauren Garcia-DuPlain.
I was only given a short briefing (get it? short? brief-ing?) on her. I wasn't even given any background information. My superior only told me, "Keep an eye and an ear open for anything...hmm..." He turned to his secretary with a pleading face. She whispered in his ear. He turned back to me, "unusual." Man I need to get out of the kick-around business.
Another thing that I hate to admit is that, should Lauren's outfit look more profitable than the NSA, I plan to defect to her side. What can I say? I'm in the NSA. I already lost all my morals on sign in.
Oh, one more thing. I hate to admit it, but this entire blog will be erased from your memory in three, two, one...
Damn it! Friggin' thing's broken again! Oh well. Plan B. You're getting very sleepy....
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Confucius say
"You may be conservative, cautious, and practical."
Oh! Really? Could I? Gee, I needed a fortune cookie to give me permission on being "conservative, cautious, and practical."
But really, I don't fully agree with this nugget of fortune. Actually I don't agree at all at this point. In this, my first semester at A-K-Rowdy, I don't think that being silent, shy, reserved, and all-in-all, boring is a good idea. Now I'm not saying that I need to go and do something outlandish just to establish a name for myself. But now is not the time for the "Sound of Silence."
But maybe these numbers enhance what ancient chinese computer sputtered out. Let's see, "5, 11, 17, 29, 32, 37".
Nope
Nothing there
They don't even add up to my lucky number. I don't know. I think that this entire fortune experience has made me more cynical and grumpy. I'm done with this!
SHUT UP!
Oh! Really? Could I? Gee, I needed a fortune cookie to give me permission on being "conservative, cautious, and practical."
But really, I don't fully agree with this nugget of fortune. Actually I don't agree at all at this point. In this, my first semester at A-K-Rowdy, I don't think that being silent, shy, reserved, and all-in-all, boring is a good idea. Now I'm not saying that I need to go and do something outlandish just to establish a name for myself. But now is not the time for the "Sound of Silence."
But maybe these numbers enhance what ancient chinese computer sputtered out. Let's see, "5, 11, 17, 29, 32, 37".
Nope
Nothing there
They don't even add up to my lucky number. I don't know. I think that this entire fortune experience has made me more cynical and grumpy. I'm done with this!
SHUT UP!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously
As I was sitting in my English Composition I class, attempting the first time to log into Blogger.com, a strange, cryptic message was scrawled on the board. “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously. What this weird combination of nouns, verbs, adjectives, and adverbs meant was still a mystery to my eyes. Had my instructor actually lost it? It was only the third week of classes. I haven’t been that annoying yet. Sure, I have driven some of my teachers in the past insane, but this is a new high score!
Or maybe, this encryption is a secret code of unknown origin and meaning. Perhaps I was not in my English Comp. I class but rather in a psychology class. The whiteboard in the front of the class was not actually a board, but a one-way window for another class to study my “class” in. They were trying to test the effects of a random word generator on a given test cross-section of campus students.
But what if it really did have meaning? Am I completely missing the point? Am I missing out on a hilarious joke the rest of the class is enjoying? Am I the one now going insane trying to decipher this strange sentence? Do I have to keep writing this entire paragraph in questions? Why do I keep adding question marks to the end of this paragraph?
I will not let them get into my head!
The simple explanation for this phrase is obviously “omega.” The expression is a complex rationalization of a top secret government priority target. They need my input as to the final code word of the launch sequence. Other agents in the room are sending in their pass-phrases as I type. Mother-bird! Mother-bird! Come in! This is WhiteBlaze! Execute order Charlie! Confirmation is Omega!
Suddenly I see my white robed enemies approach. I must end this transmission immediately. I only ask one thing. Quickly, find me and release me of this prison. They have others here too. They have done evil things to them. They’re all going insane. No! They’ve injected me with the serum again. I’m losing my consciousness. I must leave now. Long Live the King!
Or maybe, this encryption is a secret code of unknown origin and meaning. Perhaps I was not in my English Comp. I class but rather in a psychology class. The whiteboard in the front of the class was not actually a board, but a one-way window for another class to study my “class” in. They were trying to test the effects of a random word generator on a given test cross-section of campus students.
But what if it really did have meaning? Am I completely missing the point? Am I missing out on a hilarious joke the rest of the class is enjoying? Am I the one now going insane trying to decipher this strange sentence? Do I have to keep writing this entire paragraph in questions? Why do I keep adding question marks to the end of this paragraph?
I will not let them get into my head!
The simple explanation for this phrase is obviously “omega.” The expression is a complex rationalization of a top secret government priority target. They need my input as to the final code word of the launch sequence. Other agents in the room are sending in their pass-phrases as I type. Mother-bird! Mother-bird! Come in! This is WhiteBlaze! Execute order Charlie! Confirmation is Omega!
Suddenly I see my white robed enemies approach. I must end this transmission immediately. I only ask one thing. Quickly, find me and release me of this prison. They have others here too. They have done evil things to them. They’re all going insane. No! They’ve injected me with the serum again. I’m losing my consciousness. I must leave now. Long Live the King!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Fear
Rich Butler
English Composition 111:801
Lauren Garcia-Duplain
6 September 2006
Our Friend, Fear
The police siren blares down the highway. Another “perp” is going to get his comeuppance. Sure he’s carted off, and depending on what he did, he’s going to get a fine or maybe even some hard time. Yet, fortunately for the rest of us, this scene isn’t an all-day affair with cops dashing from one occurrence to another. But why? Take burglary, either petty or grand theft. It seems like a smart way to make a living: taking other people’s hard work and making it your own. What’s lying within reach is good for the taking. If there was no fear of legal repercussions, annoying people could easily be dealt with through murder and incomes would be unnecessary because whatever you wanted, object or action, would be yours at your command. However, we, as America, have decided on a number of morals that are agreed upon to be best if upheld with the help of law enforcement. Still, as seen on any news station you happen to turn on, law enforcement doesn’t stop these “immoral” actions. However it is considerably less than what it could be. But why is that? Citizens as a whole are afraid of their police. Is this good? Is it O.K. to use “the right kind of fear [to keep] us from doing wrong?”
Firsthand, I have witnessed this. As a simple example, speed limits are a barrier that the fear hopes to hold in check. The speed limits themselves don’t keep people from surpassing them. It’s the police. And even then, that doesn’t stop everybody, also a firsthand experience. But since the police can’t be everywhere at once and make sure that people obey these laws, all they can do is hope that the laws are being complied with. They hope that the driver will be in a constant state of fear so that paranoia will set in. They hope for paranoia to the point that the driver will stay below the limit in fear of a police car popping up at moments notice. But still the question remains: Is it good or right to use fear in this way?
In some instances, yes. The cases mentioned early on, burglary and murder, would cause a general chaos should everyone act upon these principles. Anarchy, which is what would ensue, is derived from the prefix an-, without, and the root arch, meaning leader, exactly what has happened, a lack of leadership. The leadership in this case is fear. Through fear, we had order and guidance.
However, what right does anyone else have to set us in this constant state of apprehension? “It’s My Life” says Bon Jovi and Queen asks that you “Don’t Stop Me Now.” Music aside, each of us has his or her values and priorities. And what right does anybody have to govern what I feel is right and what is wrong?
Personally, I feel that the fear that our government instills in us is being used for the right reasons. Those reasons are the protection of and the provision of equality for all American citizens. Without this fear to keep us in line, our free will would eventually lead to such a state of chaos and disorder that it would almost be impossible to differentiate humans from the other animals of the earth. It is the fear that separates us from the wild and the beasts.
English Composition 111:801
Lauren Garcia-Duplain
6 September 2006
Our Friend, Fear
The police siren blares down the highway. Another “perp” is going to get his comeuppance. Sure he’s carted off, and depending on what he did, he’s going to get a fine or maybe even some hard time. Yet, fortunately for the rest of us, this scene isn’t an all-day affair with cops dashing from one occurrence to another. But why? Take burglary, either petty or grand theft. It seems like a smart way to make a living: taking other people’s hard work and making it your own. What’s lying within reach is good for the taking. If there was no fear of legal repercussions, annoying people could easily be dealt with through murder and incomes would be unnecessary because whatever you wanted, object or action, would be yours at your command. However, we, as America, have decided on a number of morals that are agreed upon to be best if upheld with the help of law enforcement. Still, as seen on any news station you happen to turn on, law enforcement doesn’t stop these “immoral” actions. However it is considerably less than what it could be. But why is that? Citizens as a whole are afraid of their police. Is this good? Is it O.K. to use “the right kind of fear [to keep] us from doing wrong?”
Firsthand, I have witnessed this. As a simple example, speed limits are a barrier that the fear hopes to hold in check. The speed limits themselves don’t keep people from surpassing them. It’s the police. And even then, that doesn’t stop everybody, also a firsthand experience. But since the police can’t be everywhere at once and make sure that people obey these laws, all they can do is hope that the laws are being complied with. They hope that the driver will be in a constant state of fear so that paranoia will set in. They hope for paranoia to the point that the driver will stay below the limit in fear of a police car popping up at moments notice. But still the question remains: Is it good or right to use fear in this way?
In some instances, yes. The cases mentioned early on, burglary and murder, would cause a general chaos should everyone act upon these principles. Anarchy, which is what would ensue, is derived from the prefix an-, without, and the root arch, meaning leader, exactly what has happened, a lack of leadership. The leadership in this case is fear. Through fear, we had order and guidance.
However, what right does anyone else have to set us in this constant state of apprehension? “It’s My Life” says Bon Jovi and Queen asks that you “Don’t Stop Me Now.” Music aside, each of us has his or her values and priorities. And what right does anybody have to govern what I feel is right and what is wrong?
Personally, I feel that the fear that our government instills in us is being used for the right reasons. Those reasons are the protection of and the provision of equality for all American citizens. Without this fear to keep us in line, our free will would eventually lead to such a state of chaos and disorder that it would almost be impossible to differentiate humans from the other animals of the earth. It is the fear that separates us from the wild and the beasts.
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