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Theoretical ponderings on a variety of subjects

People are sitting in beanbag chairs, they’re extremely relaxed. No, that’s an understatement. They’re dead lazy, like too lazy to even get up to use the restroom. However the chairs aren’t beanbag chairs, they’re personal clouds. These people aren’t exactly properly clothed either, some are just wearing the cloud, other’s are going for more an ancient Greek look. So these clouds are all on ice, somewhat comparable to bumper cars or bumper boats. Except, their individual movement is not random, no, quite on the contrary.

Each cloud is rotating. But all the clouds seem to originate at the perimeter of the ice surface, which extends so far that the clouds could nearly form two parallel rows. In unison, all the clouds are moving in a rhythmic oscillating pattern such that two parallel clouds approach each other in each cycle. At the climax of the oscilation, the clouds are synchronsied so that their sides face each other. Now, when two clouds get close together, their passengers haphazardly turn to the side of the otehr cloud and extend the arm of that same side. Ever so carefully, they touch index fingers (Think of Mike’s painting of G and his man A getting friendly). And this goes on and on, almost like a never ending dance.

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My first year of high school was my last year of football. Overall, it was a pretty miserable season. The coach was a jerk and the team pretty much sucked, but we had a good enough time.

However, there was one, and I think maybe the only one, game we won. The whole game started out really awesome cause our coach for some reason was like super late and didn’t make it until like half-time or something. So, Shawn, our B-goalie, and another of our prominent players, Nathan were basically going to command from the battlefield which would have been like totally awesome. But I think a parent stepped up to fill in until the coach got there.

Anyway, most of the kids on our team were probably grade 9 and 10, most of the kids on the other team were probably like grade 8 and 9, so we had a bit of an advantage.

But they had one player that appeared to be older, and certainly more skilled than the rest. He was probably the best player out of both of our teams, heck, one of the most skilled players I saw all season. It sucks I can’t remember this guy’s name cause I really loved him. I want to say it was like Trey or something.

So anyway, we’re playing, and somehow he found out one of our player’s name, and whenever he was around him, in a real psychotic voice would say, “Helloooo, Laaaaary!”.

You know the whole “pass me the ball!” crap that’s always thrown around in football, right? Well, when this guy’s teammates would yell that out, he would respond, “You want it, come and get it!”. I know that’s so totally anti-teamwork. But, the sad thing is, he managed quite well without the support of his team.

I really learned a valuable lesson from that. Seriously, the whole thing had a huge effect on a lot of my thinking. It was around that point that I realised the value of being able to stand on one’s own. Like, just to be free of utter dependence upon others.

Anyway, the guy eventually got thrown out of the game because he, rather loudly, remarked that the referee’s call was “crap”. Subsequently, we then won the game.

So it was the best game of the whole season. It sucked that my gerbil died that night though.

Récemment, j’ai été regarder les familles des verbes irréguliers. Je trouve qu’il est plutôt intéressant la correspondance entre les verbes anglais et les verbes français. Par exemple, pour la majorité des familles des verbes irréguliers français, il y a un groupe correspondant anglais.

Infinity has no beginning or end. Where does finitude end and infinity begin? If we think of a number line which begins with zero and then continues on, counting, until we reach an ellipsis and then infinity. What’s in this sea of ellipsis? An eternity of numbers. Specifically, a point of transcendence in which the line crosses from finite to infinite.

This ellipsis is one of the most lonely and godforsaken places in existence. It’s a vast desert, desert as far as the eye can see. A place where every single person in the world could go, yet never encounter another soul for all eternity. This is true infinity.