i feel that this is blogworthy. I was just playing the game Worm and I reached a score of 2406. you read right, folks, 2-4-0-6. yes you can touch me.

i feel that this is blogworthy. I was just playing the game "Worm" at www.liquidcode.org/worm.html and I reached a score of 2313. you read right, folks, 2-3-1-3. yes you can touch me.

If I were on a Salt Lake City based team, of any sort, really, I would demand that the team name be the "Saltines." Not only would this be good for morale, because you could buy it in bulk for team members, franchise supporters etc., but it would give competing teams an easy target. "Crush the Saltines" etc. Say you had the Saltines fighting a team from some Germanic midwest city, then you could have a giant hunk of meat mascot, like bratwurst, tackle the Saltine mascot and make an attractive meal. If you were the Saltines you could sponsor food drives in small, impoverished, third world countries. It would be great. Think of the possibilities.

I feel the beauty of the world and it is crushing me. The most beautiful thing, for me, is the accidental smile. Maybe it comes from a thought, or perhaps an unintentional joke. Its only there for a couple seconds usually, then it fades to something forced. But for that second beauty is at its fullest, for that second it is so beautiful I feel a vacuum in my insides. I feel my eyes fill with the beauty until they sting. For that second I feel the beauty fill my body, starting from my eyes and spreading down. I feel it in my fingertips. For that second everything else is gone. For that second there is only the miracle of beauty.

Walking is odd. Don't put your foot down next time you are walking along, you don't just stop mid-step, you fall flat on your face. Walking is a controlled fall. I am learning to unicycle, its an ongoing thing, but sort of similar to walking. If you stay upright, when you pedal the wheel flies out from under you and you wind up lying on your back, cursing at the tree branches. If you lean to far forward without pedaling to compensate you get a noseful of dirt that reminds you of how moles live. So the secret is to lean forward just enough and to catch yourself by pedaling. Its tough.

Here is something to consider. Have you ever wanted to see someone's brain? Your doctor sees yours every time he shines that annoying flashlight in your eyes. He doesn't see the big ugly mass you would hope to, just the optic nerve. The optic nerve, however, is technically part of the brain. If you ever have nothing to do, as is so often the case with me (damnit), you could probably find your brain with the help of a mirror and a flashlight.

I am going to attend college in Henrietta, at the Rochester Institute of Technology. Consider this: If I had just used "RIT" I would have only said "at RIT." Language is funny.

If you were able to go back to 1932 and kill Hitler, would you?