Arrgh! Blegh!

Today I noticed that N's post had been plussed three times on Google+. Then I noticed that I let horrible grammar disfigure the blog. Go ahead an look at the poor grammar while I bang my head on the wall. 

Wishes

One of the many cliche story plots floating around in the literary world is the wishes-gone-wrong one.
I now know what I would say if someone were to offer me a wish:                                                                I wish that I would be able to do nothing for a day.
This wish is impossible to grant. No matter what happens to you, you will always be doing something. I challenge you. Go and think of a condition where you are not doing anything. Then tell me. If that is a condition where you are not doing anything, I will give you a guest admin-ship and let you kick N's heads off.

Weekends Suck

If you used to be a regular reader of Why Not?, then you my recall when Alec Vacanti was an author.(No one except for the staff of Why Not? regularly reads the blog anymore. Bleh to you.)
If so, you may also remember when We still had a page just for Sucky Saturdays, which only debuted once.
When Sucky Saturdays first came out, I was thinking "Wow, Alec, you of all people would dislike Saturdays." Back then, I would say that Saturday was my favorite day of the week.
Since the start of the new school year, I find that I do not like weekends anymore. I have isolated a number of reasons for this.
These are:
1.  Having to actually do actually do things- Yes, I do things on weekdays. But I specifically don't like doing things like shopping, going to church, and taking walks. If I haven't mentioned before, shopping is the dullest thing I can think of. I detest it. I cannot imagine actually enjoying a trip to the mall like most of the other people I know. Having religion forced onto me is not exactly the most fun thing ever. The concept of a walk is not that bad, but to take a walk at this time of year means getting up early or doing it at that time.

2. The Time- The Time, as I call it is the worst part of the weekend. The Time starts at 2:30-ish and lasts until 6:00. The Time does not occur at all during weekdays. I always sense the coming of The Time even when I am not looking at a clock or out of the window. But what is The Time? The Time is when I am devoid of most creativity, inspiration, and general happiness. I find myself unable to do anything productive during The Time. When I go outside to go shopping(shopping likes to occur during The Time at my house), everything looks bleak and boring. I frequently "zone out" and think of nothing. Of course, there are times when The Time does not occur, such as cloudy days when I cannot see the depressing shade of blue in the sky synonymous with The Time or rainy days. Afterwards, during the weekdays, I cannot remember the feeling caused by The Time, so that also provides some relief.

3. Planning to get so many things done, but not actually getting to do them- This happens every single weekend. I go home on Friday, thinking "Oh, I have so much home work to do, but I'll get done within the two days! When I'm done, I'll do all the things I plan to do- like getting another 10% of the Python course done and leveling up twice in Magic!" But then Saturday comes and I never do those things. First I get up, and get  done with a few missions of my 3DS game. Then I have to clean some part of the house which somehow always takes around three hours. Then The Time comes, and I still don't get anything done. Next I come back at around 6:00 and I am expected to do some more things. In fact, I don't know if it's even allowed for me to be typing this post. Then I do math and go to bed, having accomplished none of the things I planned to do. (Sunday is actually pretty much the same, except I do the math at 4:30 and try to get everything done right before the day is over.)
 
   Darn it. this makes me look like a lazy, ungrateful person who has mental issues. Okay, fine I admit that I somehow play Runescape for at least two hours straight every weekend instead of getting things done.

   Anyways, I'm going to go ahead and say that I also think I have some sort of minor insanity, just to prove that I am not in fact insane. But I really do hate weekends. I always expect a time to relax after a week of not doing things I want to do, but it never happens anymore. I hear that everyone else did get to do things that they wanted to, and that just makes my weekend crappier in comparison. But, as weekends get crappier, weekdays get better, even if I say that the weekday sucked. ( Because no matter how bad it was, it could never compare to the drudgery of a weekend.)

To end this post on a happier note, here is the latest Char-Corn that RF hasn't seen yet, on paint and in color. C came up with the theme:

Char Corn Sect

*If you know what fictional religion the Char Corn is, don't tell anyone. I want to see the stupid, I mean interesting ideas the as-of-yet non-existent readers have.

Oh, Okay, Pretend You Can't Do Anything but Post Stuff

Let me get to the point here. It can be hard to look at yourself from a different point of view, but you should at least know you are part of society. Anyone who is part of a community is part of a society.

Now, take a look at this:



I think the the implied message is that society sucks and causes suicides, and all we can ever do is sit here, post stuff, and be sad about this ghastly truth.
(By the way, it's interesting that society calls itself ugly in the last line... Also, isn't that girl part of society as well?)

Anyway, heads up to whoever made this as well as people who reposted it, in case you didn't know, you are part of society! Obviously, I'm assuming you have interacted with other people at some point in your life. As part of society, I hope you are trying to change these views in addition to posting this. You can compliment people on their appearance, clothing, and intelligence. You can buy less makeup. You can join or start a campaign against bullying. If you see these problems around you, speak out about it, and not just to your friends on social media websites. And hey, if you feel like you're the one that everyone is shaming, tell someone. You yourself can try to change things. I know it's not the easiest thing to do, but how else is anything going to change?

Stop blaming society, everyone. You are part of society. If you blame society, then you are part of that. If it really is society's fault, it is really in a way your fault too. You can't do everything, but you can do something.

Wait, Where?

Everyone loves being clever with their online information, but sometimes it doesn't work out exactly the way you want it to...
For example:

First person to have lived inside Earth! Or not...

 

Same person now no longer lives on/in Earth....

Names

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." -William Shakespeare


Good question. Last year, our friend Connor (who posts at There's Always a Catch once in a blue moon) introduced me to the Bouba/Kiki effect. Basically, people who spoke different languages were showed a spiky shape and a blob shape and asked to name one of them Bouba and the other Kiki.
For no apparent reason, I wondered whether these "sharp" and "round" sounds carried over to names of people.

 So, let's take a look.

A Warm Spartan Welcome!

A week or so ago, there was some person at our school to teach students about autism or something. In the morning announcements, the principal declared, "Let's give her a warm Spartan welcome!" (Our school mascot is the Spartan, by the way.)
If I recall correctly, the Spartans were not particularly welcoming to people. I mean, Sparta was basically a military centered society who likely would not have even considered inviting people to talk about autism. You know, considering how they abandoned all the children who had deformities or diseases.
So I suppose I warm Spartan welcome would be launching flaming projectiles at her? I mean, certainly it's warm and rather Spartan-like...
However, nothing of that nature happened that day, so I guess that's not what the principal meant.

Second result on Google Images when I searched for "warm Spartan welcome." The first was flowers, fruit, and a phone on a table. I feel like the first picture is closer to what the principal meant now that I think about it...

Stupid Stupid Apple/Internet

Well no dur of course it would go up is is CUMULATIVE
And what a suprise the quartely sales are down

Terrible Logic and More

A certain teacher of mine used horrendously poor logic today. I will not share his/her/its name as not to embarrass him/her/it (hence these pronouns).

Basically, he/she/it told us something like...
That insane murderer did well in school.
You are doing well in school.
You will become an insane murderer.
(Obviously, it wasn't that, but it was close-ish)
(There's more, but then it would be too obvious who the person is... I'm not trying to shame him/her/it.)

Then he/she/it became a dictator of sorts, instructing us on exactly how we should have interpreted the assignment we had just completed that tied in to his/her/its dreadfully wrong logic. After that, he/she/it stated that we should challenge those in power (like dictator-like figures) if we disagree. Disagreeing with both the adamant demand that we all see the same point in the assignment and the appallingly flawed logic, I was just about ready to go against the teacher. But then I realized I cared too much about doing well in school to spend time quarreling with people. Or maybe I just didn't care anymore.

Either way, my point is that I think everyone's perspective is shaped by past experiences and personality. To that teacher, just because your point of giving an assignment is "blah blah blah" does not mean everyone will think "blah blah blah" after doing it. Yeah, you should probably tell us why you assigned something, but no, you shouldn't insist there's only one or two "right" ways to look at it. Maybe my perception of your words was wrong, and if it was, I apologize.
But in all honesty,  I suppose I should thank you for having us do that activity and then saying what you said because I really feel like I now know where I stand (when it comes to some things at least) just from my reaction to all of it. Thanks.

Oh, and one last thing...
 



 EDIT: I have closed the comments. I have also edited the post a little. I think I may have over-exaggerated and showed too little of the other side in this story.

Cars

Since N doesn't post anymore, I would like to post this. He's not going to notice anyways, and no one except the authors reads Why Not? anymore. -GM
Best all-round car - McLaren MP4-12C
Best electric car - Tesla Model S
Best mid-engine supercar - Lamborghini Aventador
Worst car - Nilairve 2000

What to Bring

"One of the world's tiresome questions is what object one would bring to a desert island, because people always answer 'a deck of cards" or 'Anna Karenina' when the obvious answer is 'a well-equipped boat and a crew to sail me off the island and back home where I can play all the card games and read all the Russian novels I want." -Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

Yesterday, in English/Reading class, we had a variant of this question. We were asked the three things we would take if we had to leave our homes. I, for one, generally have a hard time taking these questions seriously because they aren't really happening, what counts as a "thing" is never specified, and the exact circumstances are never given. GM, who happens to also be in that class, seems to have the same thoughts about this. I particularly like one of her answers, which was to bring some pepper spray and a baseball bat, presumably to injure whoever is trying to get her to leave home. Well, I also like her other answer of "a box of everything I own."

11111

Well, you missed 11111. I do get the feeling that you won't be 2222, either. (cough, cough, everyone who used to read the blog, cough)
Sorry, I asphyxiated some liquid right there.