herro everyone. Back to the blog today. Not sure where to start today. No real content for today, so let's just have some fun. Maybe my tiredness will be inspiration for a totally awesome blog. Probably not. Expect mediocrity today.
You know what's weird? I have a way harder time getting up in the morning when I've had an adequate amount of sleep. Last night I got roughly 3 hours and I was super awake till like 1:00 today. Two days ago I got like 9 hours and I couldn't get out of bed. I tried really hard too. I think anything more than like 7 hours of sleep gives me a temporary spinal cord lesion at my ventral horns at about L1. No leg movement possible. Arrow down. Deficit. Hyporeflexia. All that jawn.
I'm thinking about taking a bath, but I think it'll be really awkward. I remember it being a lot harder to wash myself while laying down than while standing up. Plus it's weirdly quiet. You can like hear your skin squish the water around and stuff. You would think that a bath would just be like a tiny personal pool, but it's really not that cool. Plus I'm way too tall for baths now. I can't lay down, and the back of the bath doesn't let you sit and lean back. \______/ is not a good structure for sitting when there is no friction. Friction is the force that drives life people. Don't you ever forget it. All I really need in my life is mu and the transitive property. It's not magic people. It's science. and also math. and really science is just applied math at one level or another so we'll just go with it's math. From now on I'm living only in binary.
1100101111110010100010101101001010010010100010101
Get it? Do you see what I did there? YOU HAD TO HAVE SEEN IT!
So I feel like I should touch on the red sox, since this is a missouri based blog. The red sox choked big time. And at some weird level it was actually refreshing. It's not that I'm psyched that the sox lost, but I like when weird stuff happens in sports. Sports are so bland these days that it's kinda refreshing to get that metaphorical kick in the nuts. And the best part about the metaphorical kick in the nuts is that you get all the wake up without any testicular tissue damage. None of that weird pain that slowly creeps up into your large intestine and tugs on your ileocecal valve, then slowly moves into the small intestine where almost all of the absorption from your food, and in this case ball pain, happens. Then that kick in the nuts goes across the apical membrane and across the basolateral membrane and into lymph with the chylomicrons, and it drains into your heart where it gets pumped to the rest of your body and then you throw up and pass out. I saw a good example of the transitive property on google images but I didn't like the image, just the text, and it seems applicable here. Not that applicable but just enough so.
Knowledge=power
bombs=power
knowledge=bombs
Consider yourself knowledge bombed.
Here's your haiku:
this blog was ok
gimme a freaking break here
it's been a long week.
Did I mention getting kicked in the nuts hurts? It's probably the funniest pain, which makes sense because it's the funniest injury. My favorite moment when I get hit in the nuts is the 4-5 seconds when it doesn't really hurt and you think you're gonna be ok. Then just like old faithful you get that creep I so accurately described above. My favorite ball hit of all time happened my junior year of high school. My boy JGav got rocked from like 5 feet on a ball that was going the width of the field. He went down, got back up and jogged three steps, then just fell down. Textbook. You hear that Kristen? It was a textbook nut shot. Textbook. Textbook. It is as if he read a book of text about how you should take a testicle injury and then followed the directions. In sports they call that a textbook play. I'll say it one more time before I go.
textbook.
I hope Kristen reads this blog because I don't think anyone else will get this joke.
You know what's weird? I have a way harder time getting up in the morning when I've had an adequate amount of sleep. Last night I got roughly 3 hours and I was super awake till like 1:00 today. Two days ago I got like 9 hours and I couldn't get out of bed. I tried really hard too. I think anything more than like 7 hours of sleep gives me a temporary spinal cord lesion at my ventral horns at about L1. No leg movement possible. Arrow down. Deficit. Hyporeflexia. All that jawn.
I'm thinking about taking a bath, but I think it'll be really awkward. I remember it being a lot harder to wash myself while laying down than while standing up. Plus it's weirdly quiet. You can like hear your skin squish the water around and stuff. You would think that a bath would just be like a tiny personal pool, but it's really not that cool. Plus I'm way too tall for baths now. I can't lay down, and the back of the bath doesn't let you sit and lean back. \______/ is not a good structure for sitting when there is no friction. Friction is the force that drives life people. Don't you ever forget it. All I really need in my life is mu and the transitive property. It's not magic people. It's science. and also math. and really science is just applied math at one level or another so we'll just go with it's math. From now on I'm living only in binary.
1100101111110010100010101101001010010010100010101
Get it? Do you see what I did there? YOU HAD TO HAVE SEEN IT!
So I feel like I should touch on the red sox, since this is a missouri based blog. The red sox choked big time. And at some weird level it was actually refreshing. It's not that I'm psyched that the sox lost, but I like when weird stuff happens in sports. Sports are so bland these days that it's kinda refreshing to get that metaphorical kick in the nuts. And the best part about the metaphorical kick in the nuts is that you get all the wake up without any testicular tissue damage. None of that weird pain that slowly creeps up into your large intestine and tugs on your ileocecal valve, then slowly moves into the small intestine where almost all of the absorption from your food, and in this case ball pain, happens. Then that kick in the nuts goes across the apical membrane and across the basolateral membrane and into lymph with the chylomicrons, and it drains into your heart where it gets pumped to the rest of your body and then you throw up and pass out. I saw a good example of the transitive property on google images but I didn't like the image, just the text, and it seems applicable here. Not that applicable but just enough so.
Knowledge=power
bombs=power
knowledge=bombs
Consider yourself knowledge bombed.
Here's your haiku:
this blog was ok
gimme a freaking break here
it's been a long week.
Did I mention getting kicked in the nuts hurts? It's probably the funniest pain, which makes sense because it's the funniest injury. My favorite moment when I get hit in the nuts is the 4-5 seconds when it doesn't really hurt and you think you're gonna be ok. Then just like old faithful you get that creep I so accurately described above. My favorite ball hit of all time happened my junior year of high school. My boy JGav got rocked from like 5 feet on a ball that was going the width of the field. He went down, got back up and jogged three steps, then just fell down. Textbook. You hear that Kristen? It was a textbook nut shot. Textbook. Textbook. It is as if he read a book of text about how you should take a testicle injury and then followed the directions. In sports they call that a textbook play. I'll say it one more time before I go.
textbook.
I hope Kristen reads this blog because I don't think anyone else will get this joke.
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