What a response I got from my statement concerning girls on the last chronicle! Yeva, as far as I could gather from her immediate email, did not agree with my standpoint. Something about motivating my butt to write good poetry about how I lost to a girl in a rematch. Now, my butt may be pretty spectacular, even “poetic,” but sentient? Sensitive? Thoughtful? I think she gives it too much credit.

Yeva did, however, give me the nicest, most thoughtful gift for Valentines day. Here, take a look at it. This sign served ABSOLUTELY no purpose (except it’s “life” purpose - to hang on my wall) - it was mounted near a parking lot exit, and had no other explanatory signs in the vacinity. If anyone can tell me a purpose for such a sign, you may email me and I will send your prize money immediately.

An awful sickness has been sweeping through the entire Stanford campus recently. They say it strikes suddenly without the victim’s knowledge, and, similar to mad cow disease, incites the victim to make ridiculous logical connections and assumptions. I think a good name would be “mad human disease”… Fortunately, I am immune because I am a dandelion.

I programmed a Macintosh version of the classic game, “Simon” for my CS108 class. I entered the optional contest for coolest simon, since I made the window round and made it all graphical, looking like the original handheld machine. I would market it, but the original worked just as well, weighed 50 times less, and cost just pennies a day. (I’m ordering one from the internet for $4. I can’t wait!)

I nearly sliced my finger off cutting a piece of bread the other day. I just stared dumbly at it gushing blood down my arm until I started to feel weak, then I came to my senses and quit sawing with the knife. I’ve never cut myself with a knife before (not accidently anyway). I suppose I could have prevented it if I just had remembered the one simple rule of knife wielding. Umm… Straddle the knife with your fingers and cut away… No, let me see. Palm the object to be cut with your entire hand and cut towards yourself, wait … that’s not it. Ah ha. Grip the object under your chin, then cut towards your neck. I think that’s it, I should be ok next time I have to cut something…

Speaking of blood loss, I gave blood a couple of days ago with Yeva. Or rather, they sucked it out of me, I didn’t really hand it over. We got all you can eat cookies and juice after the de-juicing. It’s a great way to get juice and cookies, I was thinking I should just forge my identity every time I go down there, and give once a week or so. I only forsee one problem with that: I might run out of disguises. Blood isn’t really an issue - I drink a lot of Coke.

Quote of the week:

Beware the silent vegan. Or the loud vegan.

With that, I think I’ll take a nap.