To infinity and beyond, but only if infinity<3.

Pixar chief asserts his authority over Disney by axing 'Toy Story 3'

Already the creative differences begin. I'm kind of hoping that sometime in the future I might be able to use the term Pixargate in all seriousness. But seriously. I'm glad that Pixar won't let Disney force Toy Story and other Pixar creations to turn tricks for them.

And now, my favorite Toy Story-ism.

Somebody poisoned the water hole!

I've always loved that one.

Listening to: Tullycraft- Superboy and Supergirl

Today I was reading one of the few blogs that I enjoy called PostSecret I like the site mostly because it's a good reminder that everyone is keeping something from the world, and that no one is alone in how they feel. Sometimes it makes me feel better, sometime it makes me realise things, over all I just really like it. Today (updates are once a week on sundays) I really liked this postcard, it is oh so true.

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Let me lay down a simple fact of the universe. Maybe even a scientific law.

Disney + Musicals = Awesome.

Here's another.

Disney + Pixar = Awesome.

So one can conclude...

Disney + (Pixar x Musicals) = Indisputably awesome.

I'm just saying, look back to the golden age of Disney movies, like The Lion King, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid: all musicals. Then look to the second golden age, also known as the dawn of 3D aniimation, like Toy Story, A Bug's Life, Finding Nemo: all Pixar. Disney made Chicken Little on it's own, and I heard it was pretty lame (even if Zach Braff was in it). Seems fairly obvious to me, Disney. Unthaw your founder and he'll definitely tell you what a no brainer it is (this last sentence goes against my strict police of not putting words in chryogenically frozen mouths, but I have to stand by it!). With Disney's recent acquisition of Pixar, it should be easy to convince them to make the next film a musical. If not, I'll be severely disappointed.

Not saying that some of Disney's non-musical movies aren't good, I'm a big fan of Lilo and Stitch. I'm watching it right now.

So guess what spawned this post. And it might not be the fact that I've watched three Disney musicals in the past week.

nulla dies sine linea

It's scary sometimes, because I can't feel myself learning, so I think I'll never get any better or smarter. It's easy to compare myself to people who are multiple years older than me and think, jeez, I'll never be that good. And maybe I won't be, but I have to at least give myself a chance.

What's better, being fairly lenient on yourself? Or being hard on yourself?

Listening to: Nine Inch Nails- Closer

Uh, yeah.

My WKI: .14, or .18, I'm not sure of the validity of some of the pages I got.

Implosion- Exploding inwards.
Sunday- The first day of the week, also the sabbath.
Chantel Kohl- Contestant on TV show American Juniors. Maybe I'm being generous on this one, but oh well. I watched the show, I think I was rooting for her.
Ford Thunderbird- Sought-after classic car.
Departments of the UK Government- Parliament is one of them.
List of Zoboomafoo Episodes- I was a childhood fan of Zoboomafoo, featuring a wacky lemur puppet in the titular role.
Sub Pop- The Postal Service's record label. Also, Iron and Wine.
Dachsund Racing- Racing wiener dogs.
Comb- Used to tame hair.
The Beatles Anthology- A compilation of Beatle's songs. Also a documentary, apparently.
Image File Formats- Like .jpeg and .gif.
Transformers: Robots in Disguise- A Transformers series.
American Player's Theatre- I was stoked to get this one, it's in Spring Green, I'm sure you all know of it.
Donation- Giving to a cause.

And now the ones I'm not sure of. I don't know if they count.

1002
388 BC
June 14, 2003
1204

I mean, I was aware they all existed. But still.

So. .14 or .18. Not bad.

Sans practical value

I think that a handy new way of measuring someone's knowledge would be the Wikipedia Knowledge Index (WKI). Basically, take a certain number of random articles on Wikipedia, throw out disambiguation pages, and find out how many you know. And by know, I mean have heard of and can say a little bit about. I'm not sure what a good sample is, maybe 1000, or even 10000 pages.

Basically, percentage of pages known gives a figure, and that figure is your knowledge rating. I suppose Wikipedia's ever-expanding knowledge base might need to be taken into account, but I don't know. Frankly, I'm unsure of the validity of this tool at all.

My rating: 11/100, or .11

The ones that I knew were:
MetalGreymon (Digimon Character)
Endpoint (Geometry Term)
Young Buck (G-Unit Rapper)
Jaywalking (Crime)
Minarchism (Belief in small government; I've been to that page before)
Conscription (Drafting people into the military)
Hand Warmer (Self Explanatory)
Recurring Characters of Futurama (Zap Brannigan, Nibbler, Evangibot)
Root Cause Analysis (Why Things Happen)
Rug Burn (Burns caused by sliding on the rug)
Websense (Internet Censoring program)

Give it a try.

Listening to: Eminem- Amityville

oooh... an LTWFTW!

Today I had a driver's education lesson, one where I drive about for a while, then another kid drives about for a while, with the teacher in the passenger seat, and we all learn. The oddity is that the learning that I do while observing isn't about driving, it's more of a spiritual experience, or at least today it was.

I asked God to give me a message. I prayed to him to send me a message via license plate. The letters on plates that I saw clearly were written down in my journal, and I'm going to do a few simple tests with them to see if there's a message. Here is the raw plate data, mostly three letter sets, 43 different sets in all.

GFE
AYX
TMS
EHX
CVY
FPE
BORN 2 (the number was pertinent to the plate, so I might include it if entering it produces anything interesting)
JLG
GGX
FKA
HCR
EXJ
GJH
HKW
KDK
CRT
DCB
FWB
NEESVIG
GAS
KGL
GZC
BXY
FBH
GSV
ESZ
HKK
HVK
KCS
JDU
VCELLO
HRG
GGU
JGN
RPE
RW
GEG
FMP
GVF
HRG
JCV
HMZ
UKP

That's the data, and there don't seem to be any apparent messages from this angle. Perhaps from a divine angle, God's telling me to stop meddling, but perhaps not.

Here are the plate letters, end to end in order of discovery:

GFEAYXTMSEHXCVYFPEBORNJLGGGXFKAHCREXJGJHHKWKDKCRTDCBF
W BNEESVIGGASKGLGZCBXYFBHGSVESZHKKHVKKCSJDUVCELLOHRGGG
UJGNRPERWGEGFMPGVFHRGJCVHMZUKP

Again, there don't seem to be any outstanding messages. God could be telling me to play CELLO, which is sound advice... or he might be saying I'm the bee's knees, BNEES. He says that God saves, GSVES, and he tells me to ASK. Please, give me some outside input on God's intentions here.

I decided that another good test for the data was to look at each individual plate and say the first word that came to my head then record it. For this portion I shut off my music, cleared my thoughts and then went at it.

GFE- graph
AYX- stacks
TMS- times
EHX- effects
CVY- privy
FPE- free people of earth
BORN- born
JLG- jailing
GGX- galaxy
FKA- faker
HCR- hacker
EXJ- exodus
GJH- gauge
HKW- how
KDK- kodiak
CRT- crate
DCB- describe
FWB- pianoes
NEESVIG- devising
GAS- gas
KGL- kingly
GZC- gazing
BXY- boxy
FBH- faux
GSV- golden
ESZ- essence
HKK- guns
HVK-havoc
KCS- cases
JDU-judicial
VCELLO-cello
HRG-hearing
GGU-university
JGN-jumping
RPE-rape
RW-raw
GEG-gig
FMP-flap
GVF-bailiff
HRG-whoring
JCV-mobile
HMZ-hams
UKP-soviets

Hmmm. It seems that most of these are just interpretations of the letters on the plate, with vowels added in. I expected a bit more out of it. Is it right to say I expected a bit more out of God? The only really spiritual word is exodus, which is a book of the Bible.

So beginning work with my plate letters, maybe not the best. I'm going to try some other things with them, maybe arrange them in columns, or perhaps do the word association part again, but this time meditating on each. Even if I don't find some meaning here, perhaps God has a message for you. One dealing with whoring mobile hams to soviets.

Listening to: Shpongle- Divine Moments of Truth

I'm not a blogging whore. I'm a whore who blogs.

Twee asked me to write a post about her awesomeness. I'd just like to take this opportunity to say that I am not some sort of blogging whore. I don't work the proverbial blogging corner, turning tricks for strangers. Despite the numerous offers I've received for book deals and weekly columns, I blog for myself, and only for myself.

Just to really shut Twee off, though I do love her, I'm going to post something nice and misogynistic.

Is this a clever thing to say about women's IQ?

I'm going to have to say that yes, it is a clever thing to say about women's IQ.

Alas, none to Eminem

I drew quite a few comparisons with the new hairdo, but few were favorable. Or perhaps they were all favorable, depending on how you look at it. I was told that I look like Lord Voldemort on numerous occasions, I was also told that I look like the bad guy from Saw, told that I look like Dirk Nowitzki, and finally I was told multiple times that I now look like simply a thug and/or a badass.

I have been meaning to injure my elbow.

I think I'm alright with the comparisons to fictional serial killers and real life basketball stars, and I guess it was wrong of me to misrepresent by not looking like a badass, when as we all know, I was BA (badass) with the "supermodel mane" and I am also BA (badass) without the aforementioned mane.

You can compare me to anybody, but make sure you don't compare me to Commie Jesus:


Listening to: Relient K- Be My Escape

The acceleration of beauty

I got a haircut tonight, and I'm really pleased with it. It's a far more affable cut than the photo at left would lead you to believe.

Honest opinons?

Celebrity Gossip: My anti-drug.

I was over at John's the other night and we got on the topic of infinity. Mainly I got on the topic of infinity. I was wondering that if you could pause infinity, so it was paused at one number, and then you went back to the infinity that had been moving while you were paused, how far ahead it would be. John kept saying that there'd be an infinite distance between the two, but the point of the question was to look past infinity moves at a speed of infinity (which is probably true, I'm not going to lie) and to see how fast infinity moved in a real space. The example I tried to give was comments on a thread-- there are infinity comments, but you can only see one page of data at a time. When you refresh it, more comments have appeared, but how many? I like to call this phenomenon 'linfinity.' On the contrary, I call the infinity at a speed of infity 'instanfinity.' I'm real clever, you can tell. A good example of instanfinity is the universe: you'll never reach an end, it just goes and goes and goes, with no end.

Just something I wanted to rant about.

I had another thing to talk about, but I forget.

more like unfortune teller

I think I might like to become a fortune teller who gives very bad news, to make people's lives better and brighter. I'd give bad news all of the time, but it would be very realistic and believable. So if you were a fortune telling believer type of person, you could easily buy into me and get very worried. The idea is that I'd become regarded as someone who gives a lift, because things were never as bad as I foretold.

My role of 'fortune teller' would begin to mean something else, something more like 'situation assesser'. What I'd be doing would be assessing your situation, describing just how perfectly terrible things could go for you, and then you'd go out and live to prove me wrong. I'd be a multi-purpose enemy, so that when things even went mediocre, you could say HA!, at least I foiled John.

I'm not sure if this would be viable as a career, but everybody needs somebody to foil.

One year and two days, and it doesn't get any easier.

I shed a bitter tear.

Today is the one year anniversary of the split of Jennifer Aniston and Brad pitt.

We all thought it would last forever.

Just thought you all might want to know: I had a detention on Thursday. I'm hardcore.*

I've just been kind of skating through the last few days. I haven't really had anything on my mind or anything interesting to talk about. Except I have been developing film in my art class and it's sweet. There's something real relaxing about it. Plus, there's nothing better than getting a good print. Which makes me happy that they're starting a photography class next year.

Nothing too big.

P.S. Happy tenth post, readers! Actually, it's the ninth post, but this was originally going to be a separate post from this one, but I tacked it on to the front part. So happy intended tenth post. Happy Gil Was Too Lazy To Edit His Post Script.

*No, I'm not, I left study hall about a half an hour early after an hour's worth of deliberation.

but for now we are young.

The picture at left is one that I drew for a Spanish assignment: create a children's book with illustrations. In Spanish, miedo means fear, so I drew that scary face fo the illustration. I'm really a horrid artist, and that's one of my best creations ever. The story I wrote is of a young boy who turns seven with great joy, but on his birthday he gets a job at a factory, where he toils for the rest of his life.

Listening to: Motion City Soundtrack- Let's Get Fucked Up and Die

Not like Jesus. More gross.

Blogger does, on the other hand, remember me.

My mom buys and eats some disgusting things in the name of health.

The most recent featureate is POM, her pomegranate juice. I'm not sure if it's pomegranate juice or cow's blood, but she'll mix it with just about anything. Alcohol, water (to ease the kick a little), and maybe some more alcohol to bring the kick back, or just because she's into that whole alcohol thing. Now, I'm fine with most of her POM habits, but she did mix it with champagne a few nights ago. Diluting a health drink with champagne? I'd say it's a TKO of the purpose of the health drink.

She has some other gross ones, such as the infamous sauerkraut single servings packages in the cupboard, and that she took to drinking clay for a while.

How long before she's bathing in the blood of virgins?

I'd take the under.

Listening to: Minibosses- Castlevania 3

In part: you're stupid.

No matter how many times I tell Blogger to remember me, it never does. Irritating.

I'm in a blogging slump. I'm waiting for John to come up with an interesting topic I can piggyback off of.

basketball philosophy: rationalism

Earlier this basketball season, the coaches punished some guys who were late for practice, myself included, by making everybody who wasn't late run. The people who were late sat by and watched while this happened, and I believe that we were supposed to feel guilty about all of this.

I didn't feel any remorse on the sidelines, because I just don't understand how people can try to punish me when they need my validation for the punishment to be effective.

On that note, the whole basketball program is full of stupid ideas about having "the will to win" or having "heart". When a coach is too stupid to know what to say, or too stupid to give the players concrete goals to attain, he spews crap about "heart" and "wanting it". I guess I'm old fashioned, but all I want is to know what we did poorly, and what we're going to do to improve upon it.

A little thought, at least.

Listening to: The Dismemberment Plan- Superpowers

just make the safer choice.

The Placebo Effect

It makes me wonder how much control our minds could truly have over our bodies. I mean, obviously some of our functions are beyond our conscious control, but couldn't we make certain connections ourselves, with just concentration as cause?

Perhaps medical miracles attributed to God are really just the person's faith in God manifesting itself as so intense that it could cause things to happen that we can't consciously make happen. That is, things that our bodies are capable of can't happen until something makes us believe they can/will happen.

Though God deserves credit for many things, some of what he gets credit for is probably slop.

Listening to: MC Chris- Boys Don't Cry

Our lives will be cheapened.

As most of you have hopefully noticed, it's now 2006. My excitement towards the new year gradually decreased as it came closer. It's something like this:As you can see, there's a very clear relationship. Linear, one might say.

Anyway. My resolution this year is the same as last. Read ten books. I set the bar low. And I still didn't make it. But I'll make it this year. I hope.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas-- oops, had happy holidays.

That's all I've got for now.

the senses, part five

So this morning, I had to wake up and go to practice at around 7:45. It's fine that I had to go to practice and get up early, but as I was going to get something to drink, I opened the fridge to a spectacle.

I don't have a picture, but my father had laid a bottle of sparkling wine across all of the other items on that shelf of the fridge, this being the shelf featuring the milk and juice, the vitals. I was trying to get to the milk, and I was groggy and in a bit of a hurry, so I accidentally popped open the wine, spilling it all around the shelf.

Now, at this point, I just sort of stared at the situation in exasperation. Feeling the pressure of the situation, I acted slightly brashly. I cleaned up the spill with my jacket sleeve, which was then soaking with sparkling wine. Afterwards I tried to cram the bottle in the fridge in many other creative ways, but it ended up sideways again.

So now my sleeve smells like champagne.

I have two cavities that I have to get filled today, ugh. I suppose my lackadaisical tooth brushing habits led to that, but I don't foresee drastic changes on my part, so modern dentistry needs to get its act together.

Listening to: Make Out Kids- Motion City Soundtrack

It's John, fool.

A Subtle Mantra was getting slightly too public, so I rang in the new year with a new blog, a new blog featuring a companion. aSM and this is geta are dead, leaving behind only an illegitimate lovechild.

This new bond is formed atwixt those that are so alike, and yet also fundamentally different. Perhaps the two will gradually fuse into beings indiscernible from one another, but an equally valid prospect is that of the ever-growing rift between their states.

An infinite number of paths extend from here, so don't get drunk alone, we'll be around.

Listening to: Neutral Milk Hotel- In The Aeroplane Over The Sea