Governor of Moonlandia!!

Recently (ok, maybe not that recent) GOP presidential candidate Newt Gingrich opted for a US moon colony at the end of his second term. Here's the video, it explains itself.

  I mean, seriously? We can't even break out of orbit anymore. Here are a couple of reasons why we shouldn't and currently DON'T have a moon base.

1. Funding. For obvious reasons, NASA's budget has been cut due to us owing a significant amount of money to China and everyone else. Our pockets are shallow and so is our creative spark. Ok, you can compare your self to Lincoln and Kennedy about transcontinental railroads and a man on the moon. We're turning the linings of our pockets inside out and I don't think that'll be enough to creat a colony on the moon, of 13000 or some people.

2. The sheer impossibility of it. No one is going to survive for a period of time longer than three days on the moon, let alone their whole entire life. And since when did scientists figure out how to grow food that needs no natural sunlight and energy or water? We can't just transport it all there every week. We might as well colonize Mars, at least that place has water. (Mars needs moms)

3. You're on a time limit, Gingrich. The end of your second term. That is considering if you're elected and people like you long enough to vote for you again, and if you can get a moon base built in eight years, which is highly unlikely. Does anyone notice all the ifs I'm putting in? Some stuff is easier said than done. And if the moon colony is created, we all think that Newt will call it Moonlandia and retire to be its governor, hence the title.


So that ends the reasoning of a moon base by the end of 2020, which brings us to our QOD:
Do you really think it's even possible, and if it is, do you think anyone can survive up there for more than a year?

I like stars better.

Journeys through tiredness

I'm half asleep so don't be suprised if my post is a bunch of mindless ramblings about whatever pops into my head.
First off, nothing desbribes the feeling of seeing someone you haven't seen in two, almost three years. It's suprising that once you actually see them, they are totally different than what you expected. And then they see you and you're exactly the same and haven't changed a jot. Then you guys get back into the old groove of stuff and everything seems all sunshine and rainbows, until it's time to sign off the chat and go to bed. I miss those days where parents didn't monitor your sleep habits or demand you to go to bed. Those were the good old days.
Second. It's agonizing, waiting for a result of some important interview, one month after you actually take it and then finding out that they haven't decided if they should hire you or not. Sucks to be the waiter, sucks even more to be the people who decide. That definitely isn't one of my top career choices.
Third, when the people who own this house and pay the mortgage get into an arguement, then sometimes it's better to disappear into the walls than listen to them through paper thin walls. And it's only Saturday. Sigh. I hate weekends.
And fourth, punishments are always to be avoided. I remember one of mine was to write five Chinese characters each fifty times. It's sad what the world has come to to make their children do their homework.
Butterflies are soft, and so is fabric softener. The teddy bear always creeped me out though. I mean, a stuffed animal that can talk in a disturbingly high voice and can move robotically? That would really scare the **** out of me. I really need to write something more substantial than this. Posts about my ramblings aren't going to score it with the big wigs up high. Speaking of which, I don't really get along with people. I always repel them, like a keep away people thing that you can hang in your car to keep others from stealing it. That would be cool. The house smells like lunch because we just had it (go figure) and Animaniacs should have been kept on air. I told you my brain would be going right about now.
Now this has something to do with my title. Tiredness does weird stuff to your mind. It feels like you're walking through an invisible fog and you start bumping into walls and doors. And then you feel like you can't move at all and your limbs are paralyzed. What others are saying makes absolutely no sense to you, and the brain filters things and jumbles them together in no organized order whatsoever. I don't really know if this is because you don't have the strength to do anything well at this point, or because we're extremely lazy beings, but bottom line is don't try to do anything when you're tired except sleep.

Grades and Stuff

In America, I don't mean to be racist or anything, we hold a different set of educational values, which are really good. We encourage our students to be their best with little praises and rewards. Like the time when I was eight and I hated reading. I was promised a toy of my choice if I read ten books. And I did, I got the prize and I haven't been able to stop reading. It's awesome. So here's the grading scale

A=Above average. You're already better than most of the students in your class, and keep up the good work

B=Better than most. You'll feel satisfied at the most with your grade. Hey, it's better than an F.

C=Could have done better. Your kinda falling out of the groove, and it would probably be a good idea to start picking up the pace and getting back into the game to improve

D=Done for. By this point, you have no say in life. Your parents are dictating and won't let you go out to the movies for a week with your friends
F=Fail. This is the time to start panicing. You'll probably get yelled at by your parents a little, and you'll promise to do better next time.
So this is pretty much the basic grading scale. But for our eastern neighboring counterparts, it's a whole different story. They upped the bar a smidgen higher, which is why Taiwan is always the number one best math in the world. Not that I have anything against it, it's just so much more different.

A=Average. All of the other Asian kids in your class are getting A pluses. Why aren't you?
B=Bad. At this point, you probably want to start panicing like crazy. A scolding from your parents will most likely endure, but that will be it.
C=Caesar (Julius) scenario. Julius Caesar was murdered by the people in the Roman Senate. You might suffer the same fate as him, or worse.
D=Dumbie. Branded for life, this is the time to have a meltdown. Now they'll turn the volume up. But this isn't the end of the line, you can get off the hook by telling them you will do better next time.
F=Failed (FOR LIFE). I need not say anymore.
So as you can see, life is different. Many of us aren't even aware of it. This may be one of the seemingly more sober posts, but trust me, it's not. I can write really depressing stuff if you want me to. But I digress. My job is to keep this invisible crowd happy. None of what I said above was meant to be racist, and the grading scale is not completely accurate.

My QOD (question of the day) is this:
Where do you do your homework?

Bottomless Pits........

Some unspecified homo sapiens of the male gender got it through their heads today that if they sat adjacent to the teacher, then they would get picked to go out and play floor hockey first. It really was a phenomon, considering that they never really got anything else. So my friend and I developed a theory called the bottomless pit theory. Think of stupidity as one. Some people are far from the edge. Some are toeing the line. Others are dangling by a finger, and others are peering over the edge and being pushed in by their friends. Still others are already on their way to the proverbial bottom. This being said, my question is:
Where do you think you are in terms of the pit theory?
Most of the people are either far from the edge, or toeing the line. I don't have much of a grasp about what's happening to those who are being pushed in by their friends, but I imagine that it would go something like this.
Person: (is standing twenty feet away from the edge of a bottomless pit)
Friend comes along: Hey, I know what's at the bottom of the pit
Person: You do? (moves closer until inches away from the edge)
Friend: Yeah, come closer and I'll show you.
Person moves closer to the edge, and friend creeps up from behind: I don't see anything
Friend pushes person over: Well, you'll see it better from down there
I can't dream up of anyone stupid enough to let any person do that to them, but there must be or this theory wouldn't work out well.
This might as well be the shortest blog entry ever, but I don't have much time left. I got passed one page of my story (pat on the back), but you're still stuck with this until I get at least 50 more pages. Haha. I have a feeling this idea will blow over pretty soon. That's how most of them go. No, seriously. Some people are capable of having messed up logic, I know, but hey, I didn't think that we would be able to stand up on two legs if I were alive about one million years ago.  Have you ever looked at a person when you were five and wondered how someone so addle brained would fit Darwin's theory of evolution so that they are no longer primordial beasts? These are my two questions of the day.

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Holidays and My View of Them

Ah.. the holidays. They creep up on you without a warning. You'll turn around, and be pleasantly suprised by the sudden unexpected guest, and willingly open a space for them. But for some, its UNBEARABLE. It's like waking up and realizing that you have mid terms today and you haven't studied. At all. Half of the time, I really don't want Thanksgiving or Christmas to come around. All the food preparations result in a huge arguement between everyone. Like a couple years back, the mother was preparing a turkey, and then the male of the household came barging in and told the resident female that the turkey was too dry, the gravy was to fatty, etc. And a roughly translated reply of the female was as follows.

"Well, buster, why don't you cook this yourself?"

Needless to say, it was pretty much a disaster. By the time she was done cooking, I had just about had it with the endless bickering. So I kept my mouth shut throughout the entire dinner. The reason I'm ranting about this today is because Chinese New Year is tomorrow, and the resident female spent the whole morning preparing dumplings for tomorrow. Then the resident male of the house came and complained that they were folded wrong. And another arguement ensued. It's hard to write with them yelling. I can't wait for Monday. Yipee. The snow got up to around three inches here, and the male had to shovel it all for two hours while the female sat inside and folded said dumplings. And watching the Chinese New Year countdown. When the residential male came in, she jumped up and down and hugged him, and ran about the house. Then the food arguement followed, while I sat up here typing this lovely blog, and eating food. The dumplings were pleasantly good. I slogged through the snow to the driveway to retrieve a magazine from the car, and I came back all wet and covered with the powdery white stuff. Anyway, hopefully you'll have a much better understanding of the inner workings of marital relationships now, and have a happy holiday, whenever the next one comes up. I think that's Valentine's day. Oh. I never really like that holiday.

I used to fall for every single thing my parents told me when I was younger. Like when they told me that they lived on the moon, and had a house there, and they would go for summer vacations every now and then, and they sat on the front porch and looked at Earth instead of the other way around. But I digress. I'm not so gullible anymore. I was actually upset that they didn't actually live on the moon. I would've like that


This has been a RadioActive production, and I approve this message. Copyright January 2012. I mean it. Don't take this! It was my idea anyway.

So tell me, what is your least favorite holiday?

I'm bored

There's nothing fun to do at night, especially since it's dark and theres snow. I ended up wading through the at least three inches of it to get to the car. My half baked ideas refuse to cook properly. So, I was wondering, what do you folks do on the weekends? Do you sit on the couch, listless, in front of the TV, or actively in front of a football team. Or do you sit in your room and dream about boys, like me? (JK) So, I spent my productive Saturday sitting on the floor in my room reading Alice in Wonderland. She has a five page conversation with her kitten. Five freakin' pages. Anyway, I went to a tournament later on, and spent three hours smacking a ball back and forth. My team won. Go Connecticut! Wow, now that I look back at this, the day was pretty much broken into two parts: pre and post tournament.
Skipping now to a random subject, I saw the trailer for the Hunger Games movie, and I didn't really want to see it. Now, the trailer's all exciting and everything, but that kind of stuff doesn't interest me. Speaking of which, am I the only one who hasn't seen Titanic? Honestly, I know it won Oscars and stuff, but there's been so many praises and good stuff about it, that it's making me sick. Did you know, that the Titanic is the one movie that makes men cry the most? (courtesy of Wikipedia) Men are supposed to be all hardcore, macho, and all that, but they just break down when they see this. I don't get it. BTW, why does Leonardo DiCaprio die in almost all of his earlier films (i.e., Titanic, Romeo and Juliet, others). Maybe it's because he's really good at dying. Hey, James Cameron, Steven Spielberg, and Leonardo DiCaprio should all get together and make a movie about the living dead. Then LD can die five hundred times and come back to life as a zombie. Then it would go on to win ten Oscars and then children will watch it and not be afraid of the monsters in their closets anymore, like in Monster's Inc. But I digress. No one will really read this stuff, so my mindless rantings will just be dismissed by the general public. Oh well.

This has been Kitty in Boots, over and out.