Halfway out of the dark

Christmas time is good for pictures. All sorts of interesting lighting, shiny things hanging from trees, people with ridiculous expressions on their faces... good times to be had by all. Though Christmas is over now, I thought we could all enjoy this pretty ornament hanging from a tree.

Anyways, now that Christmas is done, we look forward to the second part of the traditional holiday greeting, "and a happy new year." Essentially it's just an excuse to stay up late and have a party, so it's a pretty great evening in general. No present buying, no stressful family gatherings, fancy dinners totally optional. Pretty alright, in my opinion. There are some weird things about the celebration, such as the whole ball drop thing, which is a bit unnecessary. Why wait out in the cold all day to watch a big shiny thing descend down a pole? To each their own, I suppose. Also, the whole midnight kiss tradition is sort of like a Single Awareness Day (otherwise known as Valentine's Day) in miniature, allowing those happily involved to flaunt it to their friends, acquaintances, and total strangers. Not a huge issue, really, but it is kind a strange tradition when you think about it.

In a little over 36 hours, I'll be into my graduating year. Weird stuff.

Until next time, reader.

I think....

I think that I long too much for an adventure that will never come. Or maybe it will. See? I'm doing it again. This is your fault, Lord of the Rings and Dr. Who. Some kids grow up dreaming about receiving a letter from Hogwarts; I dream about hearing the Tardis outside my window or getting randomly taken away by 12 dwarves and a wizard.

Does this make me strange? Probably. But I think a lot of people have similar dreams, if not quite so nerdy. A lot of people crave excitement and adventure. In fact, I think that all people do at some point, before the confines of living in reality set in. Maybe I just mature slowly. Perhaps I continue hoping in the back of my mind for something that normal, well-adjusted, sane people give up after hitting puberty. I don't ever want to become a normal, well-adjusted, sane person. I feel like that would be boring. I certainly never want to stop straining my ears for the sound of a Tardis outside my window, even metaphorically speaking. I have a career plan (kind of) because I know that it's necessary, but I don't look at my future career with a great deal of excitement. It'll be an adventure, but one that's been done many times by many people. The pitfalls and traps are mapped out. It's safe.

Safe is one of the most boring states of being. A tempting one, but boring.

Seriously now, people.

Blogger tells me that the majority of people visiting this blog are using internet explorer. Or at least, someone using internet explorer keeps refreshing the page for some mysterious reason. What is this, the 90's? I mean, come on people. Get some Chrome or Firerfox up in here. That is all.

Cause I'm not sleeping yet, damn it.

So over the last week of break here, I have a rather daunting task ahead of me. I need to get rolling on my genetics final project. My topic is "Genetics in Pop Culture", essentially talking about how the portrayal of genetics in movies and such effects how people view issues such as cloning, stem cells, genetic engineering, etc. I plan on doing my presentation in the style of Extra Credits which, if you are unfamiliar with the webseries, takes concepts in video games and talks about their greater implications and ways which games can be an artistic medium and such things. Really, really good stuff they do there. I'm a fan. Anyways, that's the idea. It should be interesting, and I plan on getting a good amount of input from people I know in this endeavor.

Time to stop thinking about school. I want to put that off for as long as possible. For now, it's time to revel in the light reflecting off of my shiny new toys. The biggest one is a camera, a vast leap from the old piece of... well, even shit doesn't deserve that comparison. My new one is a Fujifilm Finepix HS10 and, despite only having two descriptors following the brand name, is quite good. Living proof that you don't need 10 thousand things tacked on to the end of every piece of electronic equipment (I'm talking to you, Sony Cyber-shot DSC-H55 14.1 MP Digital Camera). It takes pretty pictures, and it looks pretty. Who doesn't like pretty things? Nobody. Except fantasy villains. They just like spiky things (I'm talking to you, Sauron.)

A Switch

I used to use Wordpress; I find that blogger is somewhat easier to use, and prettier. It uses my Google account and all that, which streamlines things a bit. And brings Google one step closer to total world domination. But really, a world run by Google wouldn't be that horrible. Except the total lack of privacy and all that.

Anyways, the wordpress is going bye-bye fairly soon, I think. I did like some of the things in it, but overall it had less customizable-ness and a lot of needless stuff filling up that page. Also, nobody I know uses Wordpress, so it makes things a tad more difficult in terms of following other people and having other people leave comments. We'll see how this little foray into the world of Blogger goes, and maybe I'll stick with it.