I made a gingerbread man in my engineering class today.
Basically, how that class works is Mr. H gives us an assignment and we all get started on said assignment. I finish assignment three days ahead of schedule. I then hand in the assignment on time while Mr. H pushes the due date back a day, usually due to extenuating circumstances. Some of that is exaggeration, but that's how it feels like that class goes.
I had a glorified study hall today, so I decided I'd make something in Inventor, the software with which we've been working. I started trying to make a car, but that wasn't really successful... And so I drew a circle. And then I drew a vertical line through the center of the circle. And then I put a rectangle below the circle. And that's pretty much how I started the gingerbread man.
It took me a little while to get the legs and arms right because I dimensioned them from the center line and then had to go back and dimension them from the original rectangle and circle because I needed to delete that original center line. Anyway, it took me a little while to get the feet to like right; the arms still don't because I cut to much off of the hand, so it's not circular enough.
Once I got the basic outline for the feet, hands and body out, I went and put in a neck and filleted all the abrupt corners, like the arm pits and the hip joints, so now those are all nice and curvy. Meanwhile, I was helping N and R try and get their work done because they had missed a few days, but still. I cackled quite a bit over my little gingerbread name. He doesn't have a name, I'm not going to name him until I finish him.
He's currently three-dimensional, but all his three-dimensional corners are 90degree angles, so I need to fillet those, add buttons (and fillet buttons), add eyes, nose, mouth, etc. You know, this whole engineering class thinks I'm insane. It's great fun.
MWUAHAHAHAHA.
You can't catch me! I'm the gingerbread man!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sensible, Sane Questions
...for once in my life...
I'm going to ask two questions. Just two, and then I'm going to answer/rant about them for the next few minutes you're reading this. You're welcome to go do something else. This is probably a rather pointless activity.
1) If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Seriously, I hate this questions. My first response is usually, does it have to be in the world? Because at present, my answer would either be: Narnia, during the reign of High King Peter; the TARDIS, while the Tenth Doctor has it; Babylon 5 station, any time during the 2-5 seasons; Mount Olympus, where all the Greek gods live; Oz; or in the Lion King.
My next question would tend to be, does it have to be in this time period? If not, I would probably want to go back to ancient Greece or Roman. But more Roman, about 60 AD or something. Travel with Paul, see Philippe in person and hope I can one day stop spelling the Philippines/Philippians wrong. Why do both of those spellings exist? Or I'd go into the future, just to see what it looks like, if we really do make it into the stars. It would be interested to watch WWII take place, never getting involved or anything, but I think it would be fascinating. Battles fascinate me. One thing I wish history did more of was study battles and tactics and logistics and armies.
If it has to be in this world, in this time period, I would answer some town in Virginia. And then people ask me which town. And then I say I don't know. And then they look at me funny. They never ask why, however. I think people get so used to be they assume there's a really strange answer for something. Sometimes, I feel I'm my school's personal Luna Lovegood.
2) If you could have dinner with ten people, dead or alive, who would they be?
My answer to this questions chances all the time. I ask this question a lot. It's a good topic to discuss. People's heroes and friends and whatnot tend to give a very interesting insight into their personality.
Right now, my answers are Sandy, “Annabeth,” J.M. Straczynski, Mr. Schwaubauer, Benjamin Franklin (he always seems to make the list), Louis Sachar, Ellen Raskin, CS Lewis (he's a usual person on the list too), Adam Young, and George MacDonald.
Everyone on that list is a writer besides for Adam Young and I suppose Benjamin Franklin. So I'll narrow the criteria to fictional writing. And even then, Benjamin Franklin might fit. So I'll narrow the criteria to fictional writer who've I've read and loved.
Although, technically, I haven't read anything written by Straczynski. I've just watched his TV show. Which is like a novel. A novel for television. That's how epic and suspenseful the end of each episode would be if you didn't know what was coming. I do believe I watched 30 hours of that show in just one extended weekend. >.>
All of those guys are epic.
The harder aspect of this question to answer is if you have to answer for fictional characters. Seriously, it's like, impossible.
At present, my answers are G'Kar (Babylon 5), Zoe Nightshade (Percy Jackson), the Doctor (Doctor Who), John Sheridan (Babylon 5), Delenn (Babylon 5), Puddleglum (Narnia), Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings), Scar (Lion King), Rapunzel (Tangled), and River Song (Doctor Who).
Okay, you're turn. Where would you go and who would you eat with?
We-ell, Mr. Psychiatrist...
...I Simply Started Asking Questions...
How dangerous would a wolf be if it turned human during the full moon?
What would happen if you mated an orc and an elf?
In the evil to good spectrum of light to dark, where does pink fit it? Or yellow, for that matter? Or blue, or green? What happens when you tint evil a different color?
What really would happen if you crossed elephants and kangaroos? Seriously, not the “black holes all over Australia” thing. Marsupial pachyderms?
If plants could see, what would a thistle sound like? Would it be fingernails on a chalk board, or the sweetest sound in the world?
What do dwarf women look like????!???!?!?!?!?!
Why is it that Star Trek and even Star Wars and other science fiction shows seem to see space as two dimensional? I mean, they sector things off into quadrants. “It's gonna take us 72 years to get back from Gamma Quadrant to Delta Quadrant. Oh no!” Seriously, you can't sector something that so purely three dimensional as space off into quadrants.
Why is the end of the world never the end? Why is it that life always lives to see the end and to start rebuilding? Apocalypse stuff is so over used.
If my charries were real, what chaos would ensue? Well, Justin Bieber would have been dropped from the Eiffel Tower a couple of months ago, sorry, Justin, that's just the way things are. Keil would probably be wanted by all the governments of the world for random acts of weirdness. Flora would wreck havoc every where she went. And Stuffz, we-ell, seeing as he's the personification of all evil, I suppose he does exist.
Here's a big question, why did I ever name the personification of all evil, Stuffz?
If ogres are like onions, doesn't that mean we should be comparing them to Aslan's country, which is a comparison for Heaven and... yeah... I think I'm stopping this question here.
What is the fourth dimension?
What would happen if you gave Jack the Ripper four tactical nukes?
What would happen if you gave Donald Duck four tactical nukes?
What would happen if Harry Potter had four tactical nukes? Hm... maybe a much less angst-filled novel with a lot more action and good fun adventure in it. Then, of course, he'd probably end up blowing himself up due to a miscast spell because Hermione wasn't there to stop him...
What would happen if Percy Jackson had four tactical nukes? Well... Bye bye Smelly Gabe. Bye bye Kronos. Bye bye Luke. Why does no one ever use nukes?
What would happen if you let OYANers run the government? … No. No. NO! STOP THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT!!!! I'm not going there! No! It. Would. Be. Disastrous. Sure, we all know how many states are in our country, but, -hyperventilates- that would be a bad day. I mean, we'd probably make handshakes illegal and enforce that everyone great each other with a glomp! Oh no. >.> I should not have even brought this up.
What happens when you let me have access to my mind when I probably should be doing something else right now. MWUAHAHAHA!
What would happen if I actually stayed on topic for once in my life? Actually, I don't think that's ever going to happen. So I think I'd die.
If flying really was just throwing yourself at the ground and missing, wouldn't it be epic?
What would happen if Shel Silverstein got elected president?
What would happen if Dr. Suess got elected president? For some reason, I'm getting the idea that we would have a lot more randomness and a lot less problems.
And... the ultimate question that will forever go unanswered.
WHY DIDN'T THE EAGLES TAKE THE RING TO MOUNT DOOM?!
Quoting 2.0
Before I start, I just want the world to know that I should never, ever, be allowed to be in charge of dinner. I can't even watch a roast for forty-five minutes without forgetting it and letting it sit in the oven for two and an half hours. Nor should you rely on me for a judgment of how large a car is. Anyway:
More quotes, no particular order, just ones I enjoy.
1.
“Mama, why did Augusta Maine Concord Massachusetts?”
I don't know the name of the kid who asked it, but seriously, say it aloud. I mean, Massachusetts comes right after Maine in the alphabetical lists and when you're listing all the capitals...
2.
“It hung in the air the way bricks don't.”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Isn't Adams just amazing? This is one of my favorite quotes of his. It's just so... random...
3.
“To boldly split infinitives that no man has split before.”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
4.
“My sisters were soon busy with their sewing and their embroidering, their spinning and their gossiping, though what they found to talk about so endlessly when they went nowhere and saw no one was beyond my comprehension.”
Barbara Cohen, Seven Daughters and Seven Sons
I love the entire book, but that's probably my favorite quote. It's just so... epic. And it puts spins on common things in that time period of literature that's just great. And I see myself in Buran, a lot.
5.
“My father's vizier had to speak to me three times to get my attention. At least, so he told me, with some asperity. Since I did not hear him the first two times, I would not otherwise have known.”
Barbara Cohen, Seven Daughters and Seven Sons
Again, revel in the epicness.
6.
Take “The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east. Strange!” and continue to quote the rest of the book until, “'Hi there, Alice,' T.R. Wexler said. 'Ready for a game of chess?'”
Ellen Raskin, The Westing Game
This most epic. The most awesome. Simply the best little mystery book that will ever be written. Read it. Because it is amazingly epic. I've read it about sixteen times and every time I reread it, I learn something new. Turtle is simply one of the greatest characters in fiction, as is Sandy. And, great book.
I really should not be allowed near food. I ruin it.
7.
“If you only think outside the box, you're limited yourself to 3D.”
My Dad.
I know I've shared this before, but I still love it.
8.
“Think globally, act locoly.”
My Dad.
Look closely.
9.
“89% of all statistics are made up on the spot!”
Somebody...
The next one, well... I don't think any Biden lovers (do those people exist? >.>) are reading this, so I have no qualms...
10.
“...a three letter word. Jobs! J-O-B-S! Jobs!”
Joe Biden.
11.
“Touch down Philadelphia!”
Of course... this was in a Superbowl game, played by Arizona and Pittsburgh.
12.
“I've now been in fifty... seven states. I think one left to go.”
Barack Obama.
All 57 states simply love you now, Obama. We simply do. /end sarcasm.
13.
So Long, Farewell and Thanks for all the Fish.
Douglas Adams.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sock Drawers
WARNING: Will contain the random and probably offbeat observations of an untrained, inexperienced self-psychiatrist.
More footwear, hm... I wonder if I should worry about this or not. I get addicted to something and then simply love it for awhile before it goes out of phase of awhile until it comes back, strong as ever. Talking about footwear seems to be on my mind a lot. Strange.
Anyway, so many people say that looking someone's sock drawer is like looking into their mind and their personality and whatnot. I say rubbish! My sock drawer doesn't really hold only socks and it's mostly a mess. Unless Mom's put my clothes away for me, and then the socks are all matched together in their neat little pairs and piled on top of each other... I, honestly, prefer that my socks are jumbled about. I like wearing mismatched socks because it reminds me that clothing really aren't important.
>.> Not that I need that reminder often. Hm...
I prefer to see my sock drawer as a bank for my stories. Most of my stories lie in jumbled heaps piled every which way, sometimes tangled together to form one great big story. And my stories are not my mind at all.
Anyway, I've got Ales to thank for starting the whole sock thing. Although, I suppose I should thank Mig, because he was the one who gave me the idea for that "short" story from which Ales's character sprang. Ales was a major character, then a minor character, and then a major character. She literally changed so much she unraveled and fell apart until there was nothing more than a heap of yarn. That's when I first thought about the socks. As Ales developed, there came Peredith, who was a crisp, little sock. Peredith never did gain any holes, one reason I think I never did get around to working further on Two Moons, or whatever I was calling Ales and Peredith's story.
The socks with the biggest holes are the best developed characters and stories. They're the ones I've worn the most, and loved the most. The ones with no wholes or the socks that have completely fallen apart are the ones that have absolutely no character or epicness about them.
Noise is like a big pair of fuzzy socks that I pull on whenever I'm not feeling so great. That usually means I end up just sitting around and not doing anything, but I like my Noise socks. Keil's this big rainbow strip running down the whole outside of one of the socks. Ashleigh and Neptune are big blotches on the other side of Keil's sock, with Cascade and Drew stuffed in between them. Adrian's mobias strip earrings are the major shape on the other sock, with the New Genesis symbol, Eloise's little brown teddy-bare, Graze's guitar, Olson's briefcase, Sierra's and Kat's symbols, and the other various things I like about Noise.
There are a few pairs of socks that I wish I could forget about. Rebellious Stars is a pair of socks that was handknitted by a five year old. Meaning that that pair of socks is all brown, have no shape, and will never fit anything. Fall of the Fox isn't much better, looking exactly like the Rebellious Stars pair except for the fact that they have "Star Wars spinoff" plastered over them. Mags falls into that kind of smelly, worthless sock category. The only sock that I keep in that part of the draw that I actually care about it Pellie. Pellie was my first story. 9 pages long, typed, and about a girl named Pellie (duh). At the time, I and the person I named "Cruwa" after, thought it was simply amazing. Epic in epic proportions. Let's just say... it's not.
Count the Rocks is another pair. Well, actually, it's a handkerchief stuffed with several different character socks, because I definitely think CtR is "strong" because of its characters, not it's story like. Kal, Rick, Marisa and Constance are my favorite. They're all brightly colored, with several nice holes. Kat, Vladicof, and Rina are almost as good, but not quite. Laru, Jacob, Mary and most of the other characters from that story fall a little flat and could use some work, but I really do enjoy that story, occasionally.
In one corner of the drawer are the socks that I've stolen. I do enjoy fanfiction, occasionally. Mostly Percy Jackson and the Olympians, because that's what I've written the most of. Some Doctor Who too, although most of those are very blank, drab socks. There's a mixture of Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables, Narnia, lots of great stories and characters thrown in that corner too.
The biggest mess in the current one, a concoction mixed between Cheerful Goodbyes, Night Sky, Phoenix, and Shackles. They're all together, but those four stories are the only one that will simply not blend with each other. They're all so different. And yet, I never seem to be able to separate them for long, because they all want to get written. I've got other stories of course, but this is long enough already without me going into any more beyond these four.
Cheerful Goodbyes is the one that's changed the most. Seriously, that story idea started when I imagined a princess and prince jumping on a big bed together. Actually, the bed I was picturing is the king's bed from Sleeping Beauty, I believe. I mean, that bed is huge! That has shifted to become a arranged marriage situation. Then I threw in a cousin who happened to be a seer. And then the story shifted to be more about the girl, Jocelyn and the Prince, Stephan and how they handle this seer who gets men to rise up around her and fight. Anyway, that story is the dainty, delicate argyle socks that I don't wear often but I can't seem to give up.
Phoenix is... hm... I'd say Phoenix is the running pair of socks. I mean, a little bit of everything happens in Phoenix. It's even got elements from the Ales and Peredith story that I mentioned above (which is completely debunked, by the way). But Phoenix is probably be my most normal fantasy, simply because it's probably my only fantasy that's got regular, fantastical creatures in it and even then... just the phoenixes and fairies. But it's full of action and some tragedy, so, yeah. Definitely the running socks.
As for Night Sky (working title), I'm not sure. Right now, it's my favorite pair, but I really don't understand. Why do all my stories end up addressing racism? I suppose I'll have to rant about that in another post. Anywho... Night Sky started as almost a crackstory. So many stories have been written about a girl becoming a knight, and so, of course I go and ask the unaddressable question. Sigh... I'm not even that well educated in the subject! NS has developed into the sword and magic story that I think almost every fantasy writer needs to try at least once, but with a few twists. I think Night Sky is the fuzzy socks that aren't as warm as the Noise socks, nor as comforting.
Shackles (-snorts-) is the black socks, the ones that can't get any dirtier than they already are because it's so tragic. I mean, seriously, I do everything possible to Ohtli short of killing her. Wait, sorry. That's a lie. Ohtli dies. So... I do everything possible short of killing the majority (minority, maybe? =P) of her friends. It's such a dark story.
Black socks, they never get dirtier.
The longer you wear them,
The stronger they get.
Sometimes, I think I should launder them,
But something keeps telling me
Don't wash them yet,
Not yet,
Not yet.
1307 words. Wow. I think I lost track of my word count. Anyway, there's my sock drawer.
More footwear, hm... I wonder if I should worry about this or not. I get addicted to something and then simply love it for awhile before it goes out of phase of awhile until it comes back, strong as ever. Talking about footwear seems to be on my mind a lot. Strange.
Anyway, so many people say that looking someone's sock drawer is like looking into their mind and their personality and whatnot. I say rubbish! My sock drawer doesn't really hold only socks and it's mostly a mess. Unless Mom's put my clothes away for me, and then the socks are all matched together in their neat little pairs and piled on top of each other... I, honestly, prefer that my socks are jumbled about. I like wearing mismatched socks because it reminds me that clothing really aren't important.
>.> Not that I need that reminder often. Hm...
I prefer to see my sock drawer as a bank for my stories. Most of my stories lie in jumbled heaps piled every which way, sometimes tangled together to form one great big story. And my stories are not my mind at all.
Anyway, I've got Ales to thank for starting the whole sock thing. Although, I suppose I should thank Mig, because he was the one who gave me the idea for that "short" story from which Ales's character sprang. Ales was a major character, then a minor character, and then a major character. She literally changed so much she unraveled and fell apart until there was nothing more than a heap of yarn. That's when I first thought about the socks. As Ales developed, there came Peredith, who was a crisp, little sock. Peredith never did gain any holes, one reason I think I never did get around to working further on Two Moons, or whatever I was calling Ales and Peredith's story.
The socks with the biggest holes are the best developed characters and stories. They're the ones I've worn the most, and loved the most. The ones with no wholes or the socks that have completely fallen apart are the ones that have absolutely no character or epicness about them.
Noise is like a big pair of fuzzy socks that I pull on whenever I'm not feeling so great. That usually means I end up just sitting around and not doing anything, but I like my Noise socks. Keil's this big rainbow strip running down the whole outside of one of the socks. Ashleigh and Neptune are big blotches on the other side of Keil's sock, with Cascade and Drew stuffed in between them. Adrian's mobias strip earrings are the major shape on the other sock, with the New Genesis symbol, Eloise's little brown teddy-bare, Graze's guitar, Olson's briefcase, Sierra's and Kat's symbols, and the other various things I like about Noise.
There are a few pairs of socks that I wish I could forget about. Rebellious Stars is a pair of socks that was handknitted by a five year old. Meaning that that pair of socks is all brown, have no shape, and will never fit anything. Fall of the Fox isn't much better, looking exactly like the Rebellious Stars pair except for the fact that they have "Star Wars spinoff" plastered over them. Mags falls into that kind of smelly, worthless sock category. The only sock that I keep in that part of the draw that I actually care about it Pellie. Pellie was my first story. 9 pages long, typed, and about a girl named Pellie (duh). At the time, I and the person I named "Cruwa" after, thought it was simply amazing. Epic in epic proportions. Let's just say... it's not.
Count the Rocks is another pair. Well, actually, it's a handkerchief stuffed with several different character socks, because I definitely think CtR is "strong" because of its characters, not it's story like. Kal, Rick, Marisa and Constance are my favorite. They're all brightly colored, with several nice holes. Kat, Vladicof, and Rina are almost as good, but not quite. Laru, Jacob, Mary and most of the other characters from that story fall a little flat and could use some work, but I really do enjoy that story, occasionally.
In one corner of the drawer are the socks that I've stolen. I do enjoy fanfiction, occasionally. Mostly Percy Jackson and the Olympians, because that's what I've written the most of. Some Doctor Who too, although most of those are very blank, drab socks. There's a mixture of Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables, Narnia, lots of great stories and characters thrown in that corner too.
The biggest mess in the current one, a concoction mixed between Cheerful Goodbyes, Night Sky, Phoenix, and Shackles. They're all together, but those four stories are the only one that will simply not blend with each other. They're all so different. And yet, I never seem to be able to separate them for long, because they all want to get written. I've got other stories of course, but this is long enough already without me going into any more beyond these four.
Cheerful Goodbyes is the one that's changed the most. Seriously, that story idea started when I imagined a princess and prince jumping on a big bed together. Actually, the bed I was picturing is the king's bed from Sleeping Beauty, I believe. I mean, that bed is huge! That has shifted to become a arranged marriage situation. Then I threw in a cousin who happened to be a seer. And then the story shifted to be more about the girl, Jocelyn and the Prince, Stephan and how they handle this seer who gets men to rise up around her and fight. Anyway, that story is the dainty, delicate argyle socks that I don't wear often but I can't seem to give up.
Phoenix is... hm... I'd say Phoenix is the running pair of socks. I mean, a little bit of everything happens in Phoenix. It's even got elements from the Ales and Peredith story that I mentioned above (which is completely debunked, by the way). But Phoenix is probably be my most normal fantasy, simply because it's probably my only fantasy that's got regular, fantastical creatures in it and even then... just the phoenixes and fairies. But it's full of action and some tragedy, so, yeah. Definitely the running socks.
As for Night Sky (working title), I'm not sure. Right now, it's my favorite pair, but I really don't understand. Why do all my stories end up addressing racism? I suppose I'll have to rant about that in another post. Anywho... Night Sky started as almost a crackstory. So many stories have been written about a girl becoming a knight, and so, of course I go and ask the unaddressable question. Sigh... I'm not even that well educated in the subject! NS has developed into the sword and magic story that I think almost every fantasy writer needs to try at least once, but with a few twists. I think Night Sky is the fuzzy socks that aren't as warm as the Noise socks, nor as comforting.
Shackles (-snorts-) is the black socks, the ones that can't get any dirtier than they already are because it's so tragic. I mean, seriously, I do everything possible to Ohtli short of killing her. Wait, sorry. That's a lie. Ohtli dies. So... I do everything possible short of killing the majority (minority, maybe? =P) of her friends. It's such a dark story.
Black socks, they never get dirtier.
The longer you wear them,
The stronger they get.
Sometimes, I think I should launder them,
But something keeps telling me
Don't wash them yet,
Not yet,
Not yet.
1307 words. Wow. I think I lost track of my word count. Anyway, there's my sock drawer.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
When I'm Bored...
When I'm Bored...
My brain doesn't think in any logical structure.
Today, during my engineering class, I basically had a glorified study hall because I had finished the project we're working on (due Monday) yesterday. At least I'll have something to do tomorrow because we're taking a test. During class today, I pulled up the computer's Word program and just started typing a word. And then another word. And then another word. And then another word. And then I typed out an analysis as to why I typed each word after the word that preceded it. N, the guy next to me, asked what I was doing and I said I was confusing myself.
Written on my computer screen during engineering:
Watermelon.
Honeydew.
Lavender.
Brown.
Lime Green.
Elisabeth.
BAD!
Maximilian
Robert.
Bob.
Brother.
Monk.
Fishsticks.
Custard.
LEAD PIPE!
Ballroom.
Sydney.
Ow... >.<
Baseball.
da qui
Chinese grammar
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Percy.
Seaweed.
Jellyfish.
Ow.
Again.
Randomizing.
Sandy.
Ized.
Ized.
Ized.
Time loop.
Stargate.
Fantasy.
Carlie.
Epicness.
Awesomeness.
Cucumber.
Carrots.
Hare.
Shudder.
At which point, N interrupted me and asked, “Um, why are you smirking? You look like a cat stalking something.”
I looked at him and almost went into hysterics. Simply because of the Hare and his Carrots and me being the Lion person and everything on the forum. Of course, that made me actually go back and look at what I had written. I think the only one I couldn't find a really explainable connection between was Monk and Fishsticks. I was thinking about fishsticks though. One of the girls in my Chinese class also happens to be a Doctor Who fan and she had fish custard yesterday and was talking about it and... shudders. Fishsticks dipped in custard sounds absolutely horrendous doesn't it?
When I'm Bored...
I should not be held accountable for anything all that exceptionally random.
My friends in school have all learned not to hand me a pencil when I'm bored. They usually end up getting their paper stolen as well or getting their arms written on.
WHAT'S THAT MYSTERIOUS TICKING SOUND?
“For Curiosity's Sake,” a short story about a strange girl named Rio and her friends. Rio ends up killing herself in a flower garden and everyone cries. It's about a forth-written, three-forth idea, but even then, it's a strange story.
Me. “I wish I had paprika.”
Annoying friend. “Why?”
Me. “Uh... no reason.”
Annoying friend. “Why?”
Me. <<loudly>> “Because it's paprika!”
When I'm Bored...
I should not be given nails and told that they can all ten of them can balance on top of one nail which is stuck in a wood block.
You then, should never tell me I have to figure out how and then limit the amount of time I have to figure it out.
Let's just say that I really did not want to leave for my science class and that I had come out victorious on top of some rather polysyllabic, academic discussions while I tried to figure out that particular problem.
>.> I'm procrastinating. Me go do math now.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Revelations
I had a rather illuminating discussion in my engineering class today. Okay, maybe illuminating is the wrong word. Interesting and thought provoking work. It was really my first non-hostile conversation with a publicschooler about the Bible and Christianity. To provide a little background, N. and R. are guys in my IED class who sit to my right. They're fun to talk with. N dabbles in writing science fiction, both of them are smart but not brilliant and both of them wrestle.
So N was talking about how a friend of his and he didn't think the crucifixion could happen because the nails wouldn't hold the weight of Jesus's body up. I felt like laughing. We jump in on each others conversations all the time, so it wasn't that strange when I told them that the nails pierced Jesus through his wrist, where the connection was stronger. I also pointed out that the Romans used crucifixion all the time.
I then brought up the passage in which Thomas sees the arisen Jesus and pointed a few things out from that passage. N asked if I was a Christian and I said yes. He nodded and said that the only thing he really liked about the Bible was Revelations. He said it was the only book he ever connected with and whatnot. We talked about Revelations and Philippians, because it's doubtless the book I'm the most familiar with. And Numbers. And Deuteronomy. He was well read, if anything.
Just not in the Gospels. It was strange, how he could be so familiar with Revelations and the books of law without the gospels. Part of it irked me. Part of it made me think. I'm still thinking. Anyway, seeing as every other time my faith has been brought up in school, they either look at me funny and stop talking to me or refrain from looking at me at all and act entirely too neutral and overly-normal and everything, I think this was an improvement.
Nothing else to report.
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