>_< Let's Go to Mars

Seriously. Just you and me and our big 'ol neighbor in the night sky that's not the moon or Venus. I hear it's a nice place. Average surface temperature is about 210 Kelvin (that's about -63°C or -81.4°F for you snooty Americans). Gives us a lot of opportunities to cuddle. Since its tilt mirrors the Earths a little bit, then we know that there are going to be some seasons. So we can look forward to warmer temperatures, like a scorching hot -5°C (23°F you snooty American). A year over there is about 2 years here on Earth. So we can definitely spend some quality time together. Vacation spots? Mars has the highest known mountain in our solar system. We can go see it every year! Mars seems like the next best thing to our earth. It's gonna take us 7 months to get there so we're gonna need to bring our best road trip music. We'll prove to the world that there are martians out there, and it's going to be us.

Pictured: Paradise.

I mean just look at all the color. The reds and browns. It's like earth without the greens and blues. And really those colors were just so overrated. Rocks are fun. We can use them to see how far we can throw them, we can do that for years, I guarantee it wouldn't get old. Oh there's one more thing: we'd probably have to live in a dome or something. So what you saw above is probably going to be our view. Scenic, I know. It'd get better at night, with the two moons and all. Also, The atmosphere there is mostly carbon dioxide, so it's best we stay indoors... the indoors we built for ourselves. We'll be the surface pimple on the face of Mars, and you can be damn sure we'll never get popped.

It was either me or you, and I know it wasn't you.

Now that I think about it, we're probably going to have to bring our closest friends, a few doctors and scientists. Actually, we should bring about 1000 upstanding citizens too. It's nice to have people. I get that we we're planning to have this trip just you and me, but let's be honest... we can't take care of ourselves, and we certainly aren't smart enough to sustain anything. Also you can get kind of boring and I could use a fresh face every now and then. If everything goes right, then our little hoard of people will grow to many hoards of people and before you know it, we'll have over populated our precious little people pimple and life will cease to exist on Mars again. People at home will hear about the tragedy and begin to tell tales of our existence to their offspring at which point after centuries of grieving, we'll have the technology in sustainability to try the task again that gives us the balls so we can start all over. Just you and me and our big 'ol neighbor in the night sky that's not the moon or Venus. Seriously.

>_< Something to Type About (11)

In an attempt to please the higher ups, I'll have to do these from my office computer from now on, which means less content, or more of a workout for me. My office is a floor below the lab I work in, so if I did have something on my mind, I'll have to march on down here to type it out. To be perfectly honest, this may not work well, but I'm willing to give it the 'ol college try just to see if anything interesting in my head comes up. So far nothing, and it's already almost hitting the 9 o'clock hour, so a small bit of the day has already come and gone.

(8:32AM) Scratch that. I was wondering about the whole idea of portraying professionalism in the workplace. Now that I'm moving on up on the corporate ladder, I', beginning to think about all the little changes I'll have to make in my life. First off, as a fullly fledged Chemist, I won't necessarily be needing the whole jeans and casual shirt get-up. Since other professionals will be seeking my mind, then I should start presenting myself in professional attire. I remember ranting about this sometime earlier, about how it shouldn't matter how you dress, as long as you did your job and did it well. I still believe in the idea, but it becomes different when you're looking to earn respect as fresh meat in the company. So that's what I'm pretty much setting out on doing: earning the respect of my colleagues. With time, I'll be able to slowly slump back into the attire I enjoy wearing to work. That also means less posts. Oh darn, but I know if a really good  topic comes up, I'll be sure to type it down.

(10:25AM) Responsibilities in the workplace. I have many, but not enough to take all the time out of my day. Once everything starts becoming second nature in this new professional environment of mine, then I'm sure I'll be begging for some time to just unwind. For now I feel like I do take a lot of this time for granted, but I know it's way better than staying in bed not doing anything at all. At least I'm getting paid, though not much, and certainly not enough. Hopefully soon I'll be able to get my own reactor and learn how to run it. I'll be able to sit in my office and actually DO something instead of pretending to look important like I'm trying to do now. These are the things I wish for, but of course not all at once. The last thing I need is to be stressed out by work. I already stress myself out from other things already.

(12:40PM) Do you see what I have to do? Sacrifice my own lunch hour just so I can get some substance in? Actually I can probably get a little more, and spend a little more time in the lab if they let me use the computer but one of the higher ups is a teeny weeny bit grumpy today so I'll just stay out of her way and we should be ok for the rest of the time. I'm not exaclty sure though what I'm going to do for the rest of the day, I know I have some cleaning, sample prep... but other then that I should be good. I was really looking forward to a mid afternoon snack but someone had eaten the last bagel that was brought a little bit before lunch. So that's a dissappointment. Actually there's some training I have to do, but I kind of want to save that for a better time. This is just pointless rambling, I promised substance and by golly I'm going to give it!... in a little bit becasue my break is pretty much over.

(7:44AM) I know what you'er thinking. I haven't gone home yet and I've worked overnight. No, but really, I just forgot to submitted when I was heading home, plus I didn't really have the time. So let's just end it here.

ta ta kids

>_< The Crazy

Have you caught it yet? The crazy? Because lately strange things have been going around thats leading me to believe that something big is gonna happen. I'm sure many of you have already started hearing about these weird people, and I'll break them down for you a little bit later. I just want to over analyze something real quick. The locations of these occurrences are Miami, NJ, and then Canada. So if we're gonna follow some kind of trend here, then the next weird dude should be popping up towards the middle of the US or Canada, assuming we're going in a counter clockwise-ish type direction. Now that I put this whole location thing in words though, I have a feeling that it's not going to happen. But a guy can dream, can't he? Either way, let's get started on this news before something else breaks out. Also, there might be some slight details of these events that could be wrong, you can double check with Google.

So first up is a man, a NAKED man (because these details are important), was shot down by cops in Miami because he was eating someones face. I wish I could just end the paragraph right there because there isn't really much to be said other than that. For the sake of humour though let's go on. Apparently, it was somewhere off the highway, and it involved another man, whom I assume was also naked, who took it like a champ. There are some videos and pictures leaked somewhere and since Google is a thing, I suggest you turn to that if you really want to get your real life zombie fix. What I find amusing is trying to imagine how this whole situation started. I'm thinking, "Hey bro, I totally love that shirt you're wearing, wanna hug it out?" *lick face. "Oh sorry, hey can I try that shirt on?" Then it's pretty much downhill from there.

Like this, but one of them is naked.

When the officers came on by, the man was bear hugging the other dude on the floor, eating his face like a boss. Clearly the first thing to do was fire a shot, right? Well they did just that and guess what happened? The guy GROWLS and KEEPS ON EATING. Mother f@&^#! it's time to run. This is how every Resident Evil game starts out, you know that right? Luckily for our nations finest, they proceed to fire 6ish more shots to the man until he's been... compromised. Dead is what I'm getting at, but assuming he was a zombie it would've been foolish of me to use the term. What happened to the other guy? He's fine. He's just missing 75% of face, nbd.


Just give it a smiley face and you'd be close.

Did I mention that the whole reason for this fiasco is "bath salts?" That's really what they're saying. The whole flesh-face-craving human for breakfast-lunch-dinner thing? Bath salts. I don't know about you, but I don't remember seeing a side efffect for bath salts stating ZOMBIES. It's zombies guys, don't beat around the bush and blame it on drugs. It's zombies. Recently some video footage came out from the attack, and it CONVENIENTLY just covers the whole face eating thing. All you see is two pairs of naked man legs. And really I'd rather just see the other side please.

With that story, let's move on to the next. It's about a guy hailing form Hackensack, NJ. Now apparently there was some call about this man being all "terrifying" in his apartment, and when the cops came rushing on in they found the guy IN A CORNER getting his horror movie on. I'll assume he was rocking back and forth chanting (not singing) nursery rhymes from under his breath. Did I mention he was holding a knife?

This old man... he played murder...

So when the cops took some precautionary steps forward, he began to get a little buck wild. Since we're all about saving lives, they took it upon themselves to start with the pepper spray. Of course it didn't work. Cuz' when you're high on the crazy... nothing works. Except the crazy. It really just only made the guy more crazy, so to retaliate he takes his knife and... well he starts stabbing himself. 50 times. Or more. I wasn't there. I didn't count. I'm just the messenger. So when the cops continued to advance, he drove the crazy to a new level. He's thinking, "oh gosh they're coming I need to throw something at them to keep them back... oh this will work... yea this will definitely work." By the way he threw his organs at them. They had to have been the closest thing to him. Let me tell you all though... that took... GUTS.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Also, turns out he's in critical condition in the hospital. Which to me is surprising, because I didn't know you could live through pepper spray, multiple stab wounds, and the lack of intestines in your body. Unless of course if you were a zombie.

The last bit of crazy we have for today comes from our neighbors, Canada. Now usually Canadians are pretty known for being friendly and personable, not really at all hated by society. So where better to hit the crazy than over there? It makes the moose more interesting. The story isn't so bad either. Basically it's just some porn star mailing body parts to random addresses. Not a big deal. I mean if there was something I'd want to receive randomly in MY mail, it'd be a body part. I never get packages.

Just what I wanted.

The biggest buzz that this story is creating is not really where all the body parts are coming from, but why of all people a porn star is doing it (see what I did there?). I mean the guy is a porn star. Luka Rocco Magnotta. Kick ass name, he must be living the dream! Oh, he's a gay porn star? Well, thats good too! If theres one thing this world needs, its a gay porn star murderer zombie. He's a zombie because all he's doing is just sending some snacks out to family. He's one of the good ones.


oh HEYYYYYY... i mean.. BRAAAAAAAINS.

So that's it for the crazy. Don't catch it please. It's mainstream right now, you wanna wait till it dies down so it becomes cool to be crazy. Everyone will be all like "wow, that bitch is like.. 2012 crazy." How bout that? It's catchy. So ease up on the crazy cuz there are still plenty of them walking around. Also, it's never bath salts.

ta ta kids

>_< SomeTEN to Type About

I apologize but I really couldn't resist. It's been awhile since a good number was able to fit in this title and it'd be a shame if I didn't take full advantage of the situation. Its like pun rape. Oh yes. Pun rape. Just like that you just KNOW it's going to be an interesting blog. Actually, I'm just looking forward for this day to end so I can get started on this Memorial Day weekend. 3 days off for a good hard week of work? Plus theres that added bonus of a short week ahead. Wonderful. Let's begin.

(7:44AM) Let's talk about Memorial Day. It's a day of remembrance for those who gave their lives while serving out nation. Hear me out for a bit, because I don't want to come off as anti-American or borderline terrorist or something ignorant a lot of people make me out to be. You should know that I give respect to those who serve our nation, and sure do thank them for their courageous decision to defend our country. BUT... and this is a big one.. I'm not really all for supporting them, nor am I really all that fond of remembering them. Its tough really, but the fact of the matter is joining the armed forces is a choice rightfully given to us. Whatever the reason may be, the decision to give your life and time was entirely up to you, and please remember there are always special cases... but I'm not interesting in hearing about them. So with that being said I will respect you and thank you for your service, but that's it. Don't rub in my face or shine light of the fact that you were in the armed forces for X amount of years. Especially here in my generation, the only thing really big going on is this unwinnable "War on Terror." You can't win a war against an idea. Other than that (and this I'd like to know about), what exactly were you doing in the armed forces? Waiting for something to happen? Doing little side missions on your ship, training in boot camp, or something? If you're going to brag and act all high and mighty on your pedestal about being in the army for 3 years, then you better have the scars and the trauma to back it up. I remember reading an article that really summed up well how I feel about those in our armed forces. Basically, I appreciate what you gave for this country (and I'm really half and half with America at this point) but don't expect special treatment from me... you already have our government in the palm of your hands with all your benefits and what not, I'm not going to treat you like some kind of god. Just know that I appreciate it and move on. If I could be a dick for a moment: whenever I see a silly sign on someones car that states that their child is in the military I think to myself "he/she must have really wanted to get away from home." So "proud parent," whatever you did to make your child leave the comfort of your own home... its probably not something to be proud of.

(8:05AM) Theres a new law or something that passed in India that allows authorities or park rangers to actually shoot and kill poachers. I think this is a GREAT idea. I'm not psychotic or anything but I believe that when someone is endangering the lives of a beautiful animal (the tiger in this case), I believe that we should have the right to take them down if necessary. Here's the thing: poaching is illegal anyway. So if I had the chance to stare down the barrel of my gun and take down a poacher, I would absolutely pull the trigger. Every time. Hopefully this will slow or put to a stop to poaching in India. Also, I think other countries with endangered animals should adopt the idea. Let's dumb it down, though. There could be just normal people walking around said jungle or African Sahara. They may not be poaching. There could be a modification that non-lethal traps for humans can be set so that the authority can confirm that they were poachers first, before having to go Rambo on their ass. That's just my opinion.

(9:00AM) Well that definitely got my heart rate pumping. I left the lab for a bit and got carried away and completely forgot about the Liq Ar duwar that I was filling. Luckily when I got back, everything was still good. I'm sure someone put a stop to it though. I guess I won't be taking any breaks any time soon. Luckily for me the tank was already empty.

(10:48AM) I believe I heard about how the person from Rutgers who filmed his roommate in homosexual intimacy (which eventually resulted in his suicide) is getting away with 10 days in prison plus probation, therapy, and I believe community service hours. Personally, I believe the punishment doesn't fit the crime in this case. You drove your own roommate over the edge after what you did, and all the defense I (or anyone) could give you was that you were young, stupid, naive, etc. You're incredibly lucky to be in the position you're in because if it were up to the people, you wouldn't be shown much mercy. I heard that there might've been a chance for you to get deported back to wherever it is you're from. I hope that happens, we don't need you around here. Really anywhere... but getting you out of here might be a good first step. Hopefully when this whole thing gets reviewed again, something will change. I also recall a judge was quoted saying something like "even through this whole ordeal, I haven't even heard you apologize." That's big. To commit action was one thing, to not own up to it (and trust me this whole sentence you might be getting is NOT owning up to it) makes you a much more terrible person than you already were. Whatever you get is too good for you.

(1:21PM) One of my guilty pleasures is gossip. I love conversations that start out like "you didn't hear this from me," or "don't tell anyone this, but," and all the phrases related to that. Amongst friends, maybe its not so great to find out certain things about certain people. For coworkers? My oh my is that a different story. On of my colleagues graciously took me out to lunch for helping her clean her office. During that time there were a lot of things that were brought up at work, some business things, some casual things, but we eventually got to talking about certain people. I haven't been here in awhile so it's always nice to know a thing or two about people, especially since I don't know them well. There are a lot of things going on in this company. Theres definitely a lot of things on a need to know basis. Being one of the only people who do know is somewhat of an honor. People who I've seen and people who I've heard a lot of great things about suddenly don't seem to be as great as they were before. That makes me feel great because I never really thought I was great either. It's nice to know that even seasoned veterans of the company are still in potential to eff up. Recently I have been getting to know more and more people in the company, and people are starting to get to know me. That's a good and bad thing I suppose. If I really want to solidify my place here at BASF, then I better start making a bigger impact. From what I've heard, I've made a great impact as it is. These are just hings I heard, though. Who knows what really is on the minds of my co-workers. I have a great deal of them in my mind now too.

(2:29PM) Theres something about leaving early for work that ups the dopamine in your system. Makes me pretty happy in an odd way to know that I'll still be getting paid for a teeny bit of work that I didn't do (but I don't have much left to do now anyway.. actually I don't have anything to do). Also theres that thrill of maybe even getting into trouble, which I highly doubt I will... but I'm still loving it. Even as I type I'm getting antsy just thinking about it.

So there isn't much left to say anymore that my day is almost done. All that is left is to just stroll on out of here. Like a boss. Have a great holiday.

ta ta kids.

>_< Sacrifice

There's a lot to be said about those who sacrfice anything for others. In the most extreme case, usually one person sacrfices their own life to save another. Going down in levels you might find someone sacrificing a kidney, or another organ to save a life. These types of sacrifices are truly heroic in their own right. Although some of us may not have the courage to make such big sacrifices, it doesn't necessarily mean we're not as heroic. Sacrifice comes in various degrees of heroism. We don't have that many kidneys (or lives for that matter) to donate or give away. Many of us though take something we all have plenty of and sacrifice it when needed: time. I feel like time is one of the easiest things to sacrifice, especially if its worth it. In certain cases, it might mean just as much as a kidney. Now I'm probably not going to go incredibly emotional into this blog, however always keep some of the things I say in mind so that maybe we can all get something out of this. Maybe.

The reason why I decided to blog about sacrifice mainly lies in the events of this morning. A dear family member of mine had needed a ride to work, which required a wake up time for me an hour or so earlier (not counting the snooze button). It was a bit irritating getting woken up earlier than necessary. As I mumbled my way through a quick conversation I began thinking how pissed I was that I didn't any extra sleep. So as I lay in my bed I had thought of this thing we call sacrifice, and all the things this family member sacrificed for me for all those years was just running through my head. Now I had done this kind of thing before, dropping said member to work, many times. Though I realize that it doesn't really make up for the tings that were sacrificed for me in order to keep me happy. I think that to myself every time I had to wake up early to drop them off work. So I get up, hit the shower, got ready for work, took them to work, and went on with the rest of my day. It's a boring story, I know, but it meant a little more to me than it probably should've. That's probably why I'm deciding to type about it. I just want to ask a general question. What does sacrifice mean to you?

The best definition of sacrifice is this: “To forfeit something for something else considered to have a greater value.” (American Heritage Dictionary). Sacrifice does not mean giving up something for nothing; it means giving up one thing for something else we believe is worth more. This does not at all take away from the virtue of sacrificial acts. Instead of locating the merit of sacrifice in unselfishness, we can find it in a man’s chosen value system. The man who lays down his life for his family or for his comrades has chosen to place more value on their lives than on his own. What is more praiseworthy than that?

I didn't receive anything directly by getting up early and bringing them to work. But the greater value in this case is showing them that as family I still love them and am still willing to do these things, no matter how much it annoys me. That they can always count on me if they need anything.


The greatest gift of love is not what someone is willing to give, but what someone is willing to give up. True sacrifice.

ta ta kids