tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37579622011-12-14T22:06:11.845-05:00My MusingsBorisnoreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-87956607956091824112010-04-25T01:44:00.002-04:002010-07-19T12:03:39.537-04:00I quit my new blog, and now I have a new new blog. Catch it here:http://onoccasion.wordpress.com/Updates every Saturday.Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1150268468890691192006-06-14T02:41:00.000-04:002006-06-14T12:54:37.676-04:00Go to My Other Blog!My new blog is here. I update it every day, so if the thing you disliked most about this blog was the infrequency of updates, you will be pleased. Note that the new blog is quite different, however...This blog was great fun for me when I first started because I wrote it for myself. Then people told me I was funny, and I started writing to be funny rather than to have fun. Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1129045158214986592005-10-11T11:31:00.000-04:002005-10-26T23:05:25.136-04:00 A New Link! For those of you who are sick and tired of waiting for me to update my blog, you can give Stephen's a shot. It's the link called "Tacky Rude and Vulgar," up above in my links section. If you don't think a blog with a title like that is a surefire hit for quality humor, then ... you probably have good taste. But otherwise, give it a read.Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1127704405994220942005-09-25T23:07:00.000-04:002005-09-25T23:23:15.393-04:00 Coincidences When I was ten or so, my dad once gave me a lecture about the inner workings of a toilet. Nevertheless he claims he loves me, and so does my mom, so once or twice a semester they visit me at college. They bring me food and take me out to eat and listen to me gripe about the cafeteria. (Try subsisting on a quasi-digestible mixture of grease and salt for a while and see how it Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1126317861678049022005-09-09T21:45:00.000-04:002005-09-09T22:04:21.683-04:00 Another Blog Poll Another petty argument, this time with Andy. So leave chessmen15 a message and tell me: which video is more idiotic, this one or this one?I must admit that the humor content in both of them is rather lacking. It is clear, however, that whoever made the hobbit video actually has TALENT. Taking dialogue clips from an actual movie and fitting them to music like that is no Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1125719065116547952005-09-02T23:31:00.000-04:002005-09-02T23:44:25.123-04:00On the Way to a Game of FoursquareMatt: "I'm really glad you got a new ball; the old one was lopsided."Kevin: "What are you talking about? The other ball was fine."Matt: "It was lopsided."Kevin: "Matt, balls can't be lopsided. They're full of air, and there's no such thing as lopsided air."Matt: "The ball can still be lopsided if the outside of it caves in."Kevin: "No it can't! If the skin Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1123384326274451032005-08-06T22:25:00.000-04:002005-08-07T11:07:13.386-04:00 Girls: Do They Have Any Taste in Girls? This evening I got into a really pathetic argument with Yana. She was engaged in the highly noble and admirable pastime of ogling online photos of a hot chick she's never met. I naturally became excited and demanded links. The girl was indeed pretty, but I couldn't resist showing Yana some photos of a girl I thought I was even prettier. Yana disagreed.Borisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1119503242725839282005-06-23T00:54:00.000-04:002005-06-23T01:07:22.730-04:00 Java Can DieThere was only one point in my life when I hated math. That was in calc 3, when we got to triple integrals. Regular integrals back in calc 1 were great; double integrals in calc 3 I could handle; but it's that third integral that got me. I wanted to burn math.Right now I'm having a similar experience with programming. My dad's random friend somewhere asked me to write a simple Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1116543118638241472005-05-19T18:48:00.000-04:002005-05-19T18:51:58.643-04:00[Do you ever look through your "blog" folder and find weird things you don't ever remember having written? And then post them in your blog anyway, even though they were written a year ago and no longer bear any relevance? Me too.] The Toilet Paper Here at Case, there is a “publication” called The Toilet Paper. Basically, the Toilet Paper is a page-long, humorous, fake-newspaper thing that a Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1116294441630448902005-05-16T21:29:00.000-04:002005-05-16T21:55:05.220-04:00 Instead I have decided not to finish the Israel story, because it's not all that exciting, and because almost a year has passed since the actual trip and I've forgotten nearly everything. I now possess great admiration for people who go places and then write about it, because I can never seem to get it done. As far as this blog goes: NO MORE WRITING ABOUT VACATIONS!Instead I offer some quotes Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1104735147297370222005-01-03T01:50:00.000-05:002005-01-03T01:52:27.296-05:00Israel, Part...What Part Are We On? Five? No, Four
I neglected to mention this before, so I think I’ll mention it now, since I’ve already given up all pretense of maintaining chronological order: Yana is extremely tall. Like, almost as tall as me, and I’m almost six feet, which isn’t anything special for a guy but pretty huge for a girl. Thankfully most of the activities on the trip Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1104709528907584942005-01-02T18:45:00.000-05:002005-01-02T18:45:28.906-05:00Online Wisdom: Part the Sixth
It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, so I figured I’d better repeat the stuff I know I probably said in previous introductions. I keep a text file on my desktop into which I paste stupid things people say to me online. When the file gets big, I dump it into a blog entry and add some lame comments. For your convenience, I edit out most of the typos and Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1096343429290991902004-09-27T23:48:00.000-04:002004-09-29T23:05:22.346-04:00My Humble Beginnings as a Crack Reporter
A few days ago the Carlton Complex Council sent out a mass email saying it was looking for someone to report on CCC events. I eagerly replied, dizzy with glorious visions of daring reporting and being published. Even though my writing would probably take up a fingernail-sized square in some newsletter that nobody ever reads, I was nevertheless convincedBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1095167563998102872004-09-14T09:11:00.000-04:002004-09-15T00:38:56.373-04:00Israel, Part 3: Yes, We're Actually In Israel Now
Shabbat was a great tour guide. Unlike some tour guides I’ve had in the past, he could tell when the popular mood was desirous of sleep, and didn’t talk at those times. In general, though, he spoke quite a bit; and though his imperfect English was punctuated fairly frequently with “um” and “ah” and — my favorite — “AEGHHHHHHHHHHHH”, he was Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1093481093253079742004-08-25T20:36:00.000-04:002004-08-25T20:59:26.853-04:00And I Thought Kerry Flip-Flopped...
Interesting factoid I picked up from history class today:
Most of you have probably heard, or will hear the distant ring of bells upon hearing, the following famous quote: "Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it." I bet fewer of you know the author of that quote -- a Spanish philosopher named George Santayana -- and I bet fewer still Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1092873513947997912004-08-18T19:40:00.000-04:002004-08-18T20:13:53.806-04:00Freedom of Speech
[This Sunday I leave for college, which means today I probably would have been wise to start packing. Instead, I began the highly valuable and intellectually challenging task of organizing my word documents, putting them from one big folder into lots of little ones. I didn't come close to finishing, but I did discover an old, unposted blog entry which I had for some reason Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1090791462993010602004-07-25T17:36:00.000-04:002004-07-25T17:47:21.796-04:00Israel, Part Two: If You Haven't Already Done So, You May Want To Read Part One. Or You May Not, Because It's Really Boring
With ten seats per row in the middle and eight seats per row in the back, plus a special second floor for first class, the El Al plane was the biggest I have ever been on. I got an aisle seat in the right section around row 50, a rather nice seat, but the guy who had theBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1088712748866244402004-07-01T16:11:00.000-04:002004-07-01T16:12:55.480-04:00 Israel, Part One: Getting On the Plane
Several months ago, two of my friends, Marina and Irene — well, mostly it was just Marina — convinced me — well, threatened serious bodily injury if I declined — to go to Israel. There’s an organization called Birthright Israel which sponsors free (FREE!) tours of Israel for Jews aged 18-26 who have never been on a similar tour before. These trips are aBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1084244754543626622004-05-10T23:05:00.000-04:002004-06-25T18:21:41.410-04:00 We Lose
Which is the better gender: male, female, or dinosaur? At first you might think, “Duh, dinosaur. They’re big and powerful and they crush stuff.” But you are wrong. Anyone who thinks the word “duh” before making a thought is stupid. Also, the dinosaurs died when a big meteor hit the Earth and sent up a dust cloud that blocked the sun — so the entire dinosaur species was killed by aBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1083552392850290412004-05-02T22:46:00.000-04:002004-05-02T22:50:47.560-04:00 20 Questions AI
A kid in my English class just posted the coolest link on our discussion board. Click here to see what I'm talking about. Have you ever played the game 20 Questions? If you haven't, then you're dumb. Basically, the website is like 20 Questions -- only you come up with whatever you want, and the AI will figure it out! I was utterly blown away. First the program guessed "Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1082696356009146662004-04-23T00:59:00.000-04:002004-04-23T01:07:45.623-04:00 Laziness
While brushing my teeth this evening, I overheard two guys talking in the shower about the chem test today. One of them said something that offers a great deal of insight into what kind of a school Case is:
“Yeah, I definitely got lazy for this test. I mean, I still put in four or five hours, but…”
Since when is four hours of studying considered lazy? For me, being “lazy” before Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1082315567769844562004-04-18T15:12:00.000-04:002004-06-25T18:31:27.753-04:00 Online Wisdom: Part 5
It has been almost nine months (approximately the time it takes for a woman to poop a baby out after having sex) since the last Online Wisdom entry. The new text file has been stagnating for ages because I don’t get on AIM much anymore, so I figured I’d dump its contents for the world to see.
For those of you who are new, or may have forgotten: this is a collection of Borisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1076789906225741902004-02-14T15:18:00.000-05:002004-02-14T19:28:08.530-05:00 Poke the Bunny
Last Thursday I had a physics lab report due, so you can guess what my Wednesday was like. Or maybe you can’t. In that case, I will tell you—it was an absolute joy! I just love writing lab reports! Especially when I have a cold and have to wipe the snot leaking out of my nose every five seconds in addition to the brain leaking out of my ears! Loads of fun, last Wednesday Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1076370284021053112004-02-09T18:44:00.000-05:002004-02-09T18:50:34.436-05:00 Pathetic Excuse for a Nightmare
Last night I dreamt that it was already next August, and my dream began on the first day of classes. My first class was chemistry, which I knew was in Schmitt lecture hall. I’m not sure why I was in chemistry class—I’m taking it this semester, and come May I will be done with science forever, but maybe in my dream I failed the class and had to retake it. The Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1076280943998817842004-02-08T17:55:00.000-05:002004-02-08T17:58:07.890-05:00 Continuation
If you haven’t read Insight #3—that’s the entry right below this one—then do so now. Otherwise, what’s coming up isn’t going to make a whole lot of sense.
When I told Jim about my blog last semester, he made fun of me for a little while because I never updated it. So a day after I posted the last entry, I told Jim about the new update and forced him to go read it. Jim is KevinBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1076044947927792262004-02-06T00:22:00.000-05:002004-02-19T00:37:21.733-05:00 Insight #3
Last night there was a moment when I really didn’t feel like doing any homework. Such moments occur on a regular basis, resulting in a clash between my desire to get something done and my desire to do something else. In this particular instance, the latter won, and I headed over to Jim and Kevin’s room to see what they were up to.
Upon entering their lair, I found Jim Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1070863279943060202003-12-08T01:01:00.000-05:002003-12-08T01:02:21.076-05:00 Bathroom Advice
Earlier tonight I was brushing my teeth when two gentlemen entered the bathroom in order to go pee. For the sake of protecting their identities, I will simply refer to them as “My Roommate“ and “The Vegetarian Who Is Indian and Lives in Room 414.” Please understand that while I do not normally make a habit of watching other men pee, I did notice with great dismay that “My Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1060285652065687312003-08-07T15:47:00.000-04:002003-08-07T16:13:46.523-04:00 Insight #2
In the first Insight, I wrote that the Insight entries are an insight into what kind of a person I am. However, after thinking about it I have decided that it’s not quite true. The incidents described are isolated events that do not really reflect my personality as a whole. Think of them more as failures on my part to hide the cold, cruel depths of my otherwise warm and friendly Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-1059183043065854362003-07-25T21:30:00.000-04:002003-08-02T19:38:16.140-04:00 Online Wisdom: Part 4
Wow, I haven’t touched my blog in a long time. Over two months, to be exact. The last post I made was about how my blog was broken, but it fixed itself ages ago; I’ve just been too lazy to update it. Quite ironic, really—during the school year, when time was in short supply and I had buttloads of work to do, I still somehow managed to update my blog. Yet now, in the Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-945537662003-05-18T19:46:00.000-04:002003-05-18T20:17:26.000-04:00Why the Formality?
I don’t, and probably never will, understand why things always have to be written in a formal tone. If you don’t know what I mean by formal tone, then simply take one of those stupid letters we periodically get from school and you’ll see exactly what I mean. Very dry, very boring, uses lots of big words to make something sound important and fancy when it’s really not, etc Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-942938032003-05-13T19:14:00.000-04:002003-05-13T20:13:55.000-04:00 Online Wisdom: Part 3
An interesting thing happened just now. Mandy and I had a pretty funny exchange online—worthy enough of odd3.txt, I thought—so I cheerfully opened up my text file and tried to copy the relevant bit of the conversation into it. Imagine how shocked I was when, instead of pasting the clip into the text file like a good little boy, my computer instead bluntly told me, “Not Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-932124922003-04-24T21:30:00.000-04:002003-07-25T21:26:58.366-04:00 Insight
This entry is titled “Insight” because it will hopefully give you a small insight into what kind of a person I am. If it works out well, then I just might make a whole series of “insights,” who knows. Anyway, on with the story…
Ben’s wallet fell out of his pocket during musical practice today. I, sitting next to him, noticed this. We both play in the pit. After the song ended andBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-928901192003-04-19T11:18:00.000-04:002003-05-18T01:01:51.000-04:00 Lab Groups
Some of the labs we do in AP Bio are individual or two-person labs, but a lot of them require big groups of four people. When Mr. Logsdon said at the beginning of the year that we’d be allowed to pick our own groups, my first thought was to try to get in a group with Sam Weinberg. For you non-Bexley people who don’t know him, Sam is one of those guys whose immense intelligence is Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-921273192003-04-07T00:26:00.000-04:002003-07-25T21:27:55.156-04:00 Keyboard Antics
My last blog entry ended with, “Put THAT in your oven and bake it, Mandy!”
To which Cherie writes: “...since Mandy is your best friend's girlfriend you might not want to be telling her to put things from you ‘in her oven.’ If I'm not making sense to you then here's the reason. ‘She's got one in the oven’ is a term that means a woman is pregnant.”
This is something I Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-918826262003-04-02T21:06:00.000-05:002003-08-09T23:29:00.443-04:00 Changes and Toenails
Well, I can’t really post a new entry without first explaining why I’ve neglected this blog for over a month. So here’s some background info:
Many of you share the extreme and bitter contempt in which I hold the pitifully small AIM profile character limit. There’s so much stuff I want to put in there, yet so little space. Where to stick all those odd little stories and Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-899235292003-02-28T16:58:00.000-05:002003-08-09T23:29:50.903-04:00 Loose Ends
There is that magical time of every year, when the kids get together and play in the streets, and the old couples stroll romantically down country lanes, and everything is gay and happy and Boris has absolutely no idea what the hell to write in his blog.
So, I’ve decided to tie up some—as you can tell by the title—dusty shoelaces. Yep, they’re dusty. … Okay, they’re tied up now.Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-896928732003-02-25T00:07:00.000-05:002003-08-12T18:50:47.303-04:00Counting and Moving
Sorry, folks, but this isn’t a “real” entry. Just thought I’d give ya a fair warning.
That said, I’d like to begin with a thanks—a thanks to all you guys who come this blog, because I recently broke 1000 hits! To be sure, many of those hits came from me, but I couldn’t have done it without you. Literally. A person can come to this site from their computer a million Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-893538522003-02-19T00:00:00.000-05:002003-08-12T18:51:17.526-04:00 Quartet Woes
One of the great mysteries currently occupying the keenest scientific and philosophical minds of this country is why the Solo & Ensemble Contest is called the Solo & Ensemble Contest when it, in fact, is not a contest. A contest is something that has a winner. The winner of a pie-eating contest, for example, is the person who can eat the most pies. The winner of a Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-886709642003-02-06T17:27:00.000-05:002003-08-12T18:51:44.543-04:00 Senility
Here’s a surefire sign you’ve gone completely senile despite the fact that you’re still only 17 years old:
It’s 8:30 in the evening and you have to wake up at 6 the following morning so that you can make it to the school by 7 and practice with your sax quartet, so you decide to go to sleep a little early. But you’ve got an AP Euro test in two days, so you decide to reread a bit of Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-883863312003-02-01T13:53:00.000-05:002003-08-12T18:52:12.706-04:00 A Fateful Cruise
Cruises are fun, but they have one major problem. Teenagers, who can neither drink nor gamble, and who probably didn’t think to bring along somebody of the opposite gender with whom they can have sex when all other forms of entertainment have been exhausted, get bored easily on them. There you are, stuck on a ship with 2999 other people, all of whom are either eating, Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-880998312003-01-27T10:35:00.000-05:002003-08-12T18:52:47.366-04:00 Multiple Choice Mania
Kramer Test: 1) any multiple choice test written by Craig Kramer, teacher of physics and biology at Bexley High School. 2) any test that is comprised largely of Kramer questions.
Kramer Question: a type of multiple choice question named after the aforementioned Mr. Kramer. While many teachers periodically make Kramer questions on their tests—thus making the need for a Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-877984492003-01-21T15:07:00.000-05:002003-08-12T18:53:21.933-04:00 Burning Thought
We’ve all heard it. We all think it’s true. We all accept it point-blank as an absolute, god-given fact. But where, I ask, WHERE is the hard, scientific proof that Mountain Dew actually lowers a man’s sperm count? I’d like to see it.Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-875048872003-01-15T19:41:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:31:06.700-04:00 Online Wisdom: Part 2
For those of you who haven’t read the first Online Wisdom entry, a short explanation is in order. I keep a text file on my desktop into which I deposit all the dumb and funny stuff people say to me online. When the text file gets big, I make an entry out of it. The first such entry was fairly popular so I decided to make another one. I know there are those of you out Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-872856732003-01-11T20:54:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:31:30.716-04:00 The Yellow Light Dilemma
My least favorite part of the day occurs when the sun dips to about eye level but hasn’t set enough yet so as not to be so goddam bright. I don’t know why, but whenever the sun shines into my eyes it ticks me off like none other. This becomes a problem when I’m driving, because angry drivers who are concentrating more on fumbling with the sunshade to ensure proper Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-871831662003-01-09T16:25:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:31:58.170-04:00 The New Phone
Most people hate telemarketers, but I love them. I pick up the phone, I hear some random voice asking if a certain Mr. Alex…Dev…Dvoo…Devvvoorrckin is there, I say no, I hang up. Bam, done, two seconds. But heaven forbid it’s that friend of my parents who always seems to call when they’re not home, who calls so often and sounds so sad that I begin to feel guilty for my parents’Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-868051242003-01-01T20:05:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:33:39.060-04:00 DVD Antics
As other people were sure to be out drinking and smoking themselves silly while attending extravagant parties involving topless tap-dancing upon parading elephants, the four of us decided to spend the Friday night after Thanksgiving at Marina’s house. Yes, it was going to be an exciting night—“A Beautiful Mind” awaited us on DVD. The excitement just doesn’t stop when you’re with Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-866727542002-12-29T18:07:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:33:58.530-04:00 Nationals, Part One: The Plane Ride
On and off throughout the course of the entire winter break this year, I’ve been trying to write a huge, monster entry about my weekend at the chess nationals in Atlanta held earlier this month. Almost immediately I saw that the entry was getting nowhere. Quick to grab the problem by the reins, I began an unrelenting campaign to end it, primarily by Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-864190772002-12-22T22:36:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:34:17.170-04:00 Little Kids
I hate little kids. They’re mean and stupid. Mean, because they make fun of fat kids. And stupid, because they don’t realize that it’s not necessarily the fat kids’ fault that they’re fat. Now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Aha! I found a hole in Boris’s logic! His sole basis for saying that kids are mean is the fact that they make fun of fat kids, Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-856876172002-12-08T14:04:00.000-05:002003-08-14T19:36:05.653-04:00 Crack Confusion
Much as it may embarrass me to do so, I have to bring up something serious that was recently brought to my attention. In the previous blog entry I described a blue fish AIM tongue smiley as looking like “a large quantity of crack was recently forced up its nasal tract.” But as Marina pointed out,
fly197: one does NOT snort crack! that's cocaine
I frankly don’t know anythingBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-854112042002-12-02T22:07:00.000-05:002003-08-19T09:30:00.160-04:00 Smileys
Andy, I put this blog here for you so that you don’t get jealous of the fact that Mandy and I talk online all the time. This is what we invariably end up talking about:
Chessmen15: mind if I tell Steven? :-D
Buffy4386: WHY are you using that face?
Chessmen15: because I'm kidding
Chessmen15: though!
Chessmen15: it does leave you with the opportunity to say yes
Buffy4386: You do no it Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-853387662002-12-01T13:59:00.000-05:002003-08-19T09:30:29.100-04:00 This Blog Entry Is Really Really Short, I Swear!
To make a long story short—and trust me, I could turn this into such a long story that it would make you want to disengage your spinal cord from the rest of your body—at euchre club yesterday we were all talking about my last blog entry and Steven was like, “Huh? What happened with Dan?”, and I snottily replied, “Well, SOMEBODY hasn’t been Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-849004552002-11-21T21:06:00.000-05:002003-08-19T09:30:56.746-04:00 Dan’s Sad Story
Those of you who have been with this blog for a while are probably starting to get annoyed by how self-centered it is. I mean, all I ever do in here is talk about ME, MY life, MY attempts to fiddle with MY blog, MY thoughts on various subjects of literally no importance, and so on. If someone who didn’t know me read this blog, they’d think that all I ever do is update my blogBorisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-846663082002-11-17T12:56:00.000-05:002003-08-19T09:31:32.233-04:00 The Links! They're Gone!
No they're not. But I put two of them to sleep because I had a nagging suspicion that they weren't getting too much action over here--the lemonade game and Flipside. Somehow I think we'll manage without our dear companions. But if you were actually using my blog as a springboard to play the lemonade game 6 hours a day, let me know, and I'll see what I can do about Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-844538562002-11-12T23:04:00.000-05:002003-08-19T09:31:55.050-04:00 My Poofy Coat
It is always disheartening when people choose to greet you not by saying “hi” or “hello” or even “get the hell away from me, buttface” but by simply laughing in your general direction and then carrying on with whatever they were doing before. Such was my morning.
The second Tuesday of every month is a Late Day, for which school starts an hour earlier and the periods are all Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-842806382002-11-09T11:46:00.000-05:002003-08-19T09:32:19.960-04:00 A Blatant Excuse For Making Another Blog Entry
Well, it looks like everybody's pleased with the newer margins. Of course, I suppose I may have been a bit unfair--I told everyone to email me if they DIDN'T like them, and I know you guys would never email me for ANYTHING. I could post on here that giant crocodiles are eating my house and slowly tearing off my important body parts and I doubt Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-841370882002-11-06T17:07:00.000-05:002003-08-29T00:14:55.563-04:00 Margins...
I'm trying out some fatter margins. If you really hate them, please let me know, so that I can change them back. Maybe. To increase your chances of actually getting the margins changed, have some of your buddies tell me that THEY hate them, too.Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-841363762002-11-06T16:52:00.000-05:002003-08-29T00:15:47.493-04:00 Andy Vs. Roger: the Showdown Continues—Now Adam is Involved
This really reminds of the time when we were little and Andy and I got into an ongoing fight about whether a tomato is a fruit or a vegetable. Scientifically, it’s a fruit. But Russians, apparently, consider it a vegetable, presumably because it grows out of the ground. So I had grown up assuming that tomatoes were vegetables (for Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-840859692002-11-05T18:55:00.000-05:002003-08-29T00:16:17.356-04:00 Andy Vs. Roger: the Showdown Continues
I don’t know who among you guys told Andy about the blog, but he found out about it somehow, and he found out FAST. Less than a day after I posted Roger’s defamation of Andy, Andy caught wind of it and left me a long string of seething IM’s while I was out giving Steven a ride to Capital University here in Bexley for his trumpet lesson. Here’s what’s Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-840377482002-11-04T21:56:00.000-05:002003-08-29T00:18:26.483-04:00 What’s a Saxophone?
Don’t get the wrong idea. I know what a saxophone is. Really. I play one.
A while ago Ashley and I had an online conversation that I unfortunately did not save. Basically it started as an argument, with me taking my favorite role of complainer/bitcher. This time the target of my incessant whining was: trumpets. I absolutely hate trumpets. Not the players, of Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-840326232002-11-04T20:01:00.000-05:002003-08-29T00:16:44.126-04:00 Andy Vs. Roger: the Showdown
Andy, in his blog, which you should all by the way check out, states:
"For those of you who don't quite understand, the frictional coefficient ranges from 0 to 1, and at 0, it's like a wet bar of soap on a perfectly smooth layer of ice.... no friction at all. 1 is for two things that are super glued together."
Then Roger tells me:
Vorlon says: andy is bad at Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-840311732002-11-04T19:30:00.000-05:002003-08-29T00:18:56.550-04:00 Hit the Links! (Again)
I put up some new links. One of them is self-explanatory. The other one isn't. I'll explain it right here.
Vorlon says: [copied from the links section of my blog] -Home-Stah Wunnah Dot Net...It's Dot COOOOM!
Vorlon says: explain
Vorlon says: at length
Boris says: click on the link
Boris says: then click the "first time here" button or something like that
Vorlon says:Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-835836082002-10-27T01:25:00.000-05:002004-02-14T15:57:09.373-05:00 Damn Rain!
Sometimes you just have to sit back and ask yourself what the odds are. That it would rain. In Columbus, Ohio. Between the hours of 4 and 10 PM. On Friday. During football season. On the very last game. My senior year. I can’t believe it. It wasn’t raining when I woke up. It wasn’t raining when I was at school. It wasn’t raining AFTER the game, when I was leaving the Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-830796072002-10-16T16:40:00.000-04:002004-02-14T15:57:44.293-05:00 Online Wisdom
You probably didn’t know that there’s a shortcut to a Notepad file on my desktop named “odd.txt.” Well, now you know. Whenever a funny comment or a funny exchange occurs in the online conversation I’m having, I dutifully copy it into the file for the purpose of perhaps making a blog entry out of it someday. The file has grown fast and is kind of long and I’m basically Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-829240982002-10-13T12:29:00.000-04:002004-02-14T15:58:45.890-05:00 This Is a Test to See If I Can Make My Blogs Show Up In Comic Sans MS font
Is this in Comic Sans MS? If so, yay! Now I'm going to blah blah blah blah the paragraph is over and I will start a new one.
Let's cross our fingers...
YES!!! I AM A GENIUS!! MWHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA! Aherm. Yes. Well, it appears that our hero, who heretofore was thought to be completely ignorant in the area of HTML, Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-827583442002-10-09T17:26:00.000-04:002004-02-14T15:59:10.186-05:00 Hit the Links!
If you read my description box before hastily moving on to see what kind of crazy madness Boris cooked up for you in his latest blog entry, you’ll know that it’s different now. If you haven’t read it, scroll up a little and do it right now. It’s okay; I’ve got time. I can wait.
*twiddle*
Okay, all done now? Good. Well, like it says, I owe the presence of the links to Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-824954692002-10-03T22:06:00.000-04:002004-02-14T15:59:35.733-05:00 "Why I Hate It When My Pencil Lead Breaks" Is the Title of a Blog That Used To Be Here But Now Isn't
There used to be a real blog here, but I deleted it because it sucks. Now, I know what some of you are thinking: “Boris is such an idiot.” You’re probably right. But the rest of you are probably thinking: “Ha ha, oh, that Boris! What a kidder! He probably just came up with a goofy title Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-822939852002-09-29T22:31:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:00:03.216-05:00 Final Contest Details
Recently, Ashley and I both made it to six days before logging off of AIM for various reasons, so nobody, technically, has won my contest yet (not even me!). However, Adam has a rock-solid DSL connection (or so he says) and will soon hit 6 days, so I'm gonna assume that he'll eventually make it, unless something funky happens and the Chinese decide to mount a nuclear Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-822374042002-09-28T12:03:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:02:24.046-05:00 Corrections
It pains me to say that I have recently pulled some egregious errors that could only have resulted from my heartless selfishness and an odious disregard for the people around me. Oh, yes, the cruelty that I demonstrated was despicable indeed. I can only hope that all of you will forgive my horrible acts and let bygones be bygones, because I am truly sorry for what I did.
You Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-821632752002-09-26T17:22:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:03:07.170-05:00 Marching Band Uniforms
It’s interesting how things change. For instance, I used to hate marching band. I couldn’t memorize music and I couldn’t march, so, well, that pretty much did it for me right there. But now I love marching band! My marching skills are still on par with those of a beached whale, but at least now I’m able to learn every song we play, and I can play all the songs as Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-820240992002-09-23T22:19:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:03:29.153-05:00 My Latest Obsession
I used to be really, really obsessed with computer games. I didn’t do my homework because it took away too much computer gaming time. Though I loved them very much, I didn’t like it when my parents got home because they always pried me off the computer, and every time it happened, I would think ahead to the next time that I’d be able to make it back on. If it seemed Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-817513462002-09-17T22:02:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:03:58.716-05:00 A Dead Squirrel
My parents give me a ride to school in the morning, and then I walk home from school in the afternoon. If I walk home on Cassingham, I have to take a left on Main and head east for quite a stretch before I get to Remington and then to the alley that leads to my house. (If you’re not from Bexley, don’t try to imagine this in your head; just keep on reading and bear with me.) Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-815264482002-09-12T18:46:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:04:23.936-05:00 Eating Sucks!
Everybody seems to think that eating is just peachy. I, however, am a firm believer that, as you can tell by the title of this blog entry, which is here only because Ashley explained to me how to do titles (thanks again, Ashley!), eating sucks. Here’s why I think the world would be a much better place if we didn’t have to eat:
First of all, every time you eat something, you Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-813186512002-09-08T13:15:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:04:44.373-05:00 AIM Addendum
If you read my blog about the extraordinarily high crap factor of AIM, you’ll know that one of my gripes with it is that you have no idea when the other person is typing something. Well, it has been brought to my attention by Ashley that a new version of AIM—which has been out for over a month now—DOES let you see when the other person is typing, provided, of course, that both Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-812917802002-09-07T18:25:00.000-04:002004-02-14T16:09:21.403-05:00 I finally figured out how to do titles! Thanks, Ashley! You're the best.
Does this ever happen to you?
You wake up in the morning. Except you don’t; you’re still half asleep. But you’re definitely not completely asleep—you can think conscious thoughts and you can feel yourself lying on the bed. But…YOU CAN’T MOVE. You try to move your arms, your legs, your head—nothing. If you try Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-812525382002-09-06T17:21:00.000-04:002002-09-06T17:31:58.000-04:00As many of you know, I love to complain about stuff. Especially random, trivial, unimportant stuff. Sadly, I can't complain about these things to my friends because nobody likes a complainer. Well, actually, I have complained and argued about stupid crap many times before, which is how I found out that nobody likes a complainer. So perhaps if I do my complaining here, I'll be less tempted to Borisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757962.post-811639042002-09-04T20:19:00.000-04:002002-09-04T21:17:00.000-04:00Okay, it's time to give Boris some advice on his AIM contest. Not that anyone's close to winning it or anything. I just want to get some of the prize details squared away so that I'm prepared for when (if?) somebody actually wins.
Right now I have it so that the first winner gets a jazz mix. The problem here is that this mix has some odd songs in it that people may not like, not to mention Borisnoreply@blogger.com0