The Lunch Box

Have you ever played that game where you start on a random Wiki page and try to see who can get to the Hitler page fastest just by clicking on links? Here's a website that finds the fastest way for you. Shhhhhhh.

I actually found this a few days ago and i'm just now putting it on the blog so I had to google it to find it and it might not be the same source I got it from originally but whatever.

I'm back and stuff. For like, an hour. Then I'm in Arizona for ten days with no computer, so no posts. By the way, if you pause a youtube video and hold left, you can play Snake. Bye.

As we sit here idling and surfing the greatness that is the internet, Tim(othy) Barron is picking up our beloved friend and staff member Jerry Liu.

I forgot how good the Starcraft story is, I'm tripping balls right now sweet Jesus.

Oh my God. For Twilight haters, Twilight dislikers, people who loathe glittery Edward Cullen and Bella's awkwardness. And for people like me who enjoy making fun of people.

This article doesn't surprise me at all but it's satisfying nonetheless.

Some of these are crap but I really liked a few, the Snow Patrol one in particular. They're basically two songs mixed together and they sound really good. The La Roux one is also swell. Enjoy.

Maybe you've seen this before and you just need to catch up on some fond memories.

I could embed the video but it's better in context so just follow the link.

There it is again. Some clueless fool talking about the "Information Superhighway." The don't know jack about the Net. It's nothing like a Superhighway. That's a bad metaphor.

Yeah, but suppose the metaphor ran the other direction. Suppose the highways were like the net.

All right!

A highway hundreds of lanes wide. most with potholes. Privately operated bridges and overpasses. No highway patrol. A couple of rent-a-cops on bicycles with broken whisltes. 500 member vigilante posses with nuclear weapons. 237 on-ramps at every intersection. No signs. Wanna get to Ensenada? Holler out the window at a passing truck to ask directions. Ad hoc traffic laws. Some lanes would vote to make use by a single-occupant vehicle a capital offense on Monday through Friday between 7:00 and 9:00. Other lanes would just shoot you without a trial for talking on your car phone.

AOL would be a giant diesel-smoking bus with hundreds of ebola victims and a toilet spewing out on the road behind it. Throwing dead wombats and rotten cabbage at the other cars, most of which have been assembled at home from kits. Some are 2.5 horsepower lawnmower engines with a top speed of nine miles an hour. Others burn nitroglycerin and idle at 120.

No license tags. World War II bomber nose art instead. Terrifying paintings of huge teeth or vampire eagles. Bumper-mounted machine guns. Flip somebody the finger on this highway and get a white phosphorus grenade up your tailpipe. Flatbed trucks with anti-aircraft missile batteries to shoot down the Traffic Watch helicopter. A little kid on a tricycle with a squirtgun filled with hydrochloric acid.

Now that's the way to run an Interstate Highway system.

The Rant of Internet

I certainly wasn't expecting this...

So gather all the fairies and don't run into things, or you'll explode. You get three wishes! Then you die.

Posting this from camp cause it's really cool. Don't read the last line till you get to it. It's exciting.

Alright, fast forward to 1:15:30 and watch it over and over and over again.

Since all the guys who actually post on this are away, I thought I'd make this blog a little more feminine with some fashion things. Although that's not usually my thing, this doesn't make much sense. I like the math part too.

Tim's back, Hannah's on vacation, I'm off to nerd camp. Good day.

I've been reading this clean jokes thread for about half an hour now. And I was gonna be productive today. My favorite so far.