Zel-kun’s Words

There I was, minding my own business, when Pete IM’s me with a link to this ‘You are a Pirate’ flash.  It was interesting and amusing, but hilarious when I learned that the song came from a children’s show.  It was so over-the-top and nonsensical, I HAD to see the original.  So I went on YouTube and looked up ‘Lazy Town You Are A Pirate.’

It was even weirder than the flash.  So I reccomend looking it up, its definitely strange.

Anyhow, pirates aside, I begin to look over the rest of the site (www.4chan.org), which is basically an image and flash board.  Pete said it the best when he described 4chan as ‘A raging maelstrom of raw internet.’

Truer words were never spoken.

There’s some very good stuff there, and some pretty disturbing stuff.  There’s even a couple flash games that aren’t too bad.  My only complaint is that there’s only one page of flash links.  Meaning that when the page fills up, the old flashes are discarded.  This happens very quickly, sometimes in a matter of hours.  So a flash I enjoy today may not be there tomorrow.

One in particular I enjoyed was a flash about waffles (its already defunct, else I’d link it), who’s animation and lyrics repeat themselves in my head.

Do you like waffles?
Yeah we like waffles!
Do you like pancakes?
Yeah we like pancakes!
Do you like french toast?
Yeah we like french toast!
Can’t wait to get a mouthful, waffles!
Waffles!
Waffles!

*ahem*  I do, in fact, like waffles.  So, do YOU like waffles?

Zel-kun out.

So Wednesday was Independence day here in America, celebrating the founding of our nation.  I happened to spend the day laying in bed sick, and even the next day doing the same.  This is part of the reason I haven’t been at the computer typing away.

Oddly enough, during this time, so many things happened that I doubt I could fill one post with it, so I might branch off and do a post or two later on today.  You have been warned.

So, Independence Day…

I’m not always the most patriotic of people.  I think our nation has a lot of problems, and our president is a warmongering dimwit.  I also look to the list of potential candidates for next year’s election and don’t see a whole lot of hope.  It’ll be better than what we have, but I’m not sure it’ll be what we NEED.  The nation needs someone who can wield both war and diplomacy equally.  I think there’s a lot of war in our future, unfortunately, and we need someone who can balance the foreign and domestic.

I’m not sure any of the canditates are capable of that, but maybe I’ll be proven wrong.  We can all hope.

So I am laying there in bed, watching the History Channel, because I recently discovered I have the History Channel.  Tuesday I spent most of the day watching a series on past presidents, and now I am watching a day-long marathon of this miniseries of the American Revolution.

It makes me realize how little I actually KNEW about the revolution, how ignorant I was about the founding of my own country.  Sure, I learned about it in school, but I realize now that I was taught incorrect information.  I was taught myth and folklore, I knew nothing about the actual conflict (WARNING: History content coming up).

1. I was taught the war was started over tea taxes, and we rebelled.  Never made a lot of sense to me, but I was a student and believed what I was told.

I find that years of absurd taxes on nearly everything, along with no governmental represenation on Britain’s part led to the dissentian.  This is added to the fact that the colonial population were treated as second-class citizen’s in the British Empire.

2. The Declaration of Independence was signed in a large ceremony, after they won the war.

The Declaration of Independence was signed in secret (July 4, 1776), by people who were nearly certain they’d be hanged for treason.  This act led to the American Revolution.

3. Benjamin Franklin invented a stove and some glasses and discovered electricity.

Yeah, that’s cool and all.  He did, in fact, do those things.  But he also played a key role in the relations between the colonies and Britain, and was also the one who convinced France to finance and lend their navy to the war.  Many people don’t realize that without France, there is a very good possibility we would have lost.

Okay, done with my bit o’ history.  But I spent about nine hours watching this documentary, which described in detail how the colonies came to rebel, and the ensuing conflict.  Some of the stories within were amazing.  The strategies and preparedness of a militia force were unbelievable.

Anyhow, it taught me just how this country was founded, and it made me a little bit patriotic this Fourth.  So happy birthday America, and here’s hoping the next administration will be better.

Zel-kun out.

So there’s carpet in the apartment now.  It actually doesn’t look too bad.  The place is beginning to resemble somewhere I wouldn’t mind living.  Yesterday we looked at the place and and dusted the inside of the radiator covers, which are these large metal boxes that slip over the radiators.  I almost got into my first fight with my future in-laws, but I decided to let it drop.

They were suggesting bringing the covers downstairs and hosing them off.  That’s seven covers, being hauled up and down stairs, while its very warm in the non air-conditioned building.  No thank you.  I’m not overly concerned with the inside of a cover, so I suggest we just use a dry brush to get all the dust off, then sweep it up.  It’ll take about half an hour.  Her mother decides that this would be a good time to get snippy with me.

“We could probably just brush this off,” I suggest.

“Well, we usually means me.  So we will take it downstairs.”  She retorts, insinuating that I’m a lazy piece of garbage.

Nice. Its true I don’t work on the apartment during the week.  Both my work and my home are about 30 miles away, through city traffic.  For me to work during the week I’m looking at about a 3 hour round trip, on top of my 10 hour day (11 if you count the trip home).  So that leaves Saturday as the day I travel out there to work.  Or Sunday, as was this case.

So I am silent for a moment, deciding it might be better to bite my tongue.  “I meant that I would do it.”  And I leave to get the brush.

The rest of the day went by without incident, save for me taking out my anger by brushing the covers with more force than was probably necessary.

Zel-kun out.