So, I was given the privledge of going with my mother to take my brother and his girlfriend to their Junior Prom at the Atlanta Zoo. Before we left my mother had mentioned hearing of an accident at Peachtree Industrial and 285. Apparently said accident did not end happily for all involved, as we were forced to turn off onto 285 in the opposite direction of the one in which we'd have liked to take because of a police barricade. There was nothing barricided other than the road itself being examined by two policemen with measuring tape. But of course, that couldn't be the only highlight of such a trip, no no, fate would never have that. Instead I got the rare 'treat' of watching someone, in what I hope will be a unique experience, at a GA toll booth in the "50 cents only" lane get out of their car to make change with the vehicle behind them, giving me no choice but to believe that what they say about over half of all americans being functionally illiterate is true.

That said, we can move onto the afformentioned disturbance that bothers me. So, here, I offer the fastest and simplest way I can. Search Google for the phrase Penis Envy, click on the second link from the top, read it. When you get to the "the saga continues", brace yourself for graphics of a phallic nature, the second of which is the true cause of my disturbance. As for why, I'll put that in white so a not to spoil the suprise, unless you do want to highlight it yourself and spoil it yourself, so here goes: What bothers me is, of course, the second of the dildo images, Joan of Arc. I can understand the greater meaning of the entire show and the subsiquent displays, but that one bothers me. Jeanne was a mere 19 at the age of her death, a chaste girl who heard the voice of God. I quote from a biography the following "Much was made of her insistence on wearing male clothing. She was told that for a woman to wear men's clothing was a crime against God. Her determination to continue wearing it (because her voices hadn't yet told her to change, as well as for protection from sexual abuse by her jailors)" and rest my case as to distrubance there.

There you have it. More on the adventurers of my family later.

But before I go, my last odd statement on life in general, again keeping with the whole Prom thing. Here goes: Anyone who gets laid on Prom night obviously did not dance hard enough.

Again with the Blogs responding to Ting, so here goes. The Closet eh? I was just trying to remember the name of the French film that I got to see only the second half of (missed the first half to AP Lit testing). I even had a profile statement expressing my sheer amazement that the google search: french movie condom factory pretends gay returned nothing unsightly. Stupendous coincide, now if only I could find a good way to get my hands on a copy of it. So, that all said, what'd you think of the movie, deary?

On the note of disturbing things, I need to do some more research into the life of Joan of Arc before I can form this thought and hopefully get rid of it. Accursed Mightygirl and her links. Alas, now I am distraught.
Note to self so I remember why this all disturbs me, "Penis envy."

This won't be the full blown post that I had intended, not that many of you readers really want to hear Colin on a strategy RPG tangent anyways, those games are so crappy, or so I'm told, I'm still a fan, but as I said, that's totally not the intent of this one here.

Anyways, looking and listening around has shown me that just about everyone got a piece of the wonderful e^(theta * i) + i sin theta so I say that everyone should mark their calendars for April 15, birthday of the good man Euler himself (that's pronounced Oiler btw, I case I haven't gotten a good chance to yell at you recently about it and you've forgotten). Notably it is also the anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic and the death of Abraham Lincoln, but I say that we shouldn't allow such things to interefere with the great glory of a Mathematician.

Just think, I'm in college, I've got well more than a great excuse to get drunk, but I'm not. Damn Inhibitions, underagedness, Java homework, oh, and rationality, like anyone could imagine me drunk anyways. It's never going to happen, I've got enough troubles walking as is.

Just taking a moment to gloat about beating Nathan in Cribbage.

Pity that it was such a marginal win that there can't really be any pride in it. Hehe.

More substancial posts will be had later, when it isn't 3 am.

Alright, to start with, anyone know what the average age of Blogger users is? Cause I thought it was younger than 21, but perhaps Blogger people know something I don't. I ask because of this message on the main page:

"Some of us Blogger folks are going to SXSW and to kick things up a notch we're serving up free drinks and t-shirts Monday evening from 6:30-8:00 on March 15th over at Club De Ville in Austin, TX. We provide beer and schwag to our users because we care."

I added the bolding myself so you could see what I was talking about.

Warning: Colin is sick, sore throat, cough, etc. So a mix of allergies and perhaps some minor infection of the sinus, just be forewarned.

I think next time I come home I'll move all my home .mp3s to Asgard so that I can expand my music selection at school past Anime, DDR, and misc extra. Now it'll be even more anime, death metal, metal blade.

So, I present the "Lesson of the Week:"
When collecting items of Earth-shatterning importance, like say the powerstones to an ancient art of magic that could destroy the world, or the keys to a viral plague, that come in sets of 4, do not put them all in one bag, it is bad from and generally an unwise idea. Remember, easy to be transported also means easy to steal.