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Eh, bowling sucked a fair amount even though I did pull a half decent game out of my ass the last game… 148 (Whoopee!), 165, 222 for a 535 series… And the luckiest bowler ever, Gnome, continued his mission to overtake my average.

And that is how the almighty Koleszar summed up his Bristol hopes in a couple of words from his bowling ball…

Not much else to say… Woooo 24 Hours of Daytona kicking off the auto racing season and woooooo going to Bristol 10 Pin in search of oil tonight…

Arg, Windows ME!

Nothing at all to write about today… school was boring, home was boring… I don’t think I can top yesterdays bowling ball stacking…

But this may come somewhat close…

TAINAN, Taiwan - Folks in Taiwan wish the insides of a whale had stayed there. People covered their noses and business came to a halt after a dead, decomposing whale being transported on a truck burst because of a gas buildup.

The 56-foot long sperm whale was being transported through city streets on the truck after it was found beached during the weekend. It was being hauled to a university where scientists were going to try to find out how it died.

Right in the middle of traffic, the carcass exploded — splattering its innards across the street.

Experts believe the explosion happened probably because of gases building up in the dead mammal’s collapsed stomach.

Shopkeepers closed up so they could scrub away the malodorous mess of blood, blubber and entrails.

I christen it, “Boredom.”

I think I could get a fair chunk of change from an auction house for a sculpture like this.

From top: Snuffy -> Voodoo -> Mickey -> Silencer -> Heat II -> Money… Pity the poor Blade who was to be the seventh ball stacked, but it came a’ tumblin’ down with the rest of the stack shortly after this picture was taken. (And yes, it DID make a loud noise.)

For height purposes each ball is about 9 inches in diameter… 9″ x 6 balls equals 54″ which equates to about 4′ 6″ or so… Dammit, if the Blade had stayed on top, the stack would have been taller than both my brother and our buddy Gnome.

And since I keep adding stuff onto this post…

Money: 15 lbs = 6.804 kg, PE = mgh = (6.804 kg)(9.8 N)(.1143 m) = 7.621 J

Heat II: 15 lbs = 6.804 kg, PE = mgh = (6.804 kg)(9.8 N)(.3429 m) = 22.864 J

Silencer: 16 lbs = 7.257 kg, PE = mgh = (7.257 kg)(9.8 N)(.5715 m) = 40.644 J

Mickey: 14 lbs = 6.350 kg, PE = mgh = (6.350 kg)(9.8 N)(.8001 m) = 49.790 J

Voodoo: 16 lbs = 7.257 kg, PE = mgh = (7.257 kg)(9.8 N)(1.0287 m) = 73.160 J

Snuffy: 16 lbs = 7.257 kg, PE = mgh = (7.257 kg)(9.8 N)(1.2573 m) = 89.417 J

TOTALS: 92 lbs = 41.730 kg, and 283.496 J of potential energy…

*NOTE for all the physics psychos out there: I took the center of each ball for the height (i.e. the CG) but the numbers do not reflect the rest of the balls surface… Causing more mortal death and destruction…

Let’s put that in perspective, the total system had enough energy to go…
PE = KE(final) = (1/2)mv^2 = (.5)(41.730)v^2
v(final of the system) = 3.686 m/s = 8.245 mph

The top ball, Snuffy, had enough PE that if dropped from that height would impart a force of (p=mv, m=7.257 kg, v=4.964 m/s) of 36.024 N*m/s which is enough to crush a human skull (needs about 31 N*m/s). Yeah those morbid physics websites.

Look what study halls have done to me, hell, on a normal day, I’m just getting home. OK, I think this pointless post is over… I have better things to do… Like stack more bowling balls… or impart enough force to crush someone’s head…

Ha! Who was right about no school today… It didn’t help to see the four inches of snow when my mom woke me up at five this morning because her car wouldn’t start, but after my alarm rang and I checked WFSB, I was able to fall back into a blissful slumber…

So I move my archives to Freesites.ws who promptly shut down. Great. So now I moved some stuff to Hostars. The site name kind of sounds like a mix between a new type of Little Debbie cupcake and a bad porno.

I’ve been listening to The Offspring’s “Hit That” pretty much non-stop since Saturday. Why? I do not know.

Thanks to craptacular American Idol, we have no That 70’s Show tonight on FOX. I don’t see how people still enjoy that show. It’s only Simon sitting up there saying, “You are the worst singer in the world.” It’s so inane and the zingers are horrible. And then we have the “singers” who come out of the audition crying like little girls because they are “great singers” and that it’s not fair that they don’t get to go on American Idol. “But (tear) I’ve spent the last four months (sniff) getting ready for (tears) American Idol and to get sent away like that makes me want to kill myself! (bawls)” Please, even I have more of a life than that… Maybe after realizing that, now you should slit your wrists.

Colin: thats why a couple guys were like “best question ever” you posted in the brunswick help forum
Gnome: o well i dont give a fuck
Colin: yeah not like you would have bought one anyways
Gnome: i have the money
Colin: yeah but you wouldn’t buy one off BR, i know it
Gnome: why
Colin: because i can’t see you writing a check to some stranger and hoping he sends you the bowling ball
Gnome: well im doin it so F U
Colin: gnome you just said “fuck it” 5 minutes ago when i asked if you were serious about getting a ball of BT
Colin: *BR
Gnome: well i am so go fuck urself
Colin: ahahhahaah what the hell is your problem… you were the one who said “o well i dont give a fuck” in regards to purchasing a ball off BR
Gnome: dont piss me off
(proceeds to warn me about 5 times then log off)

AIM convo between me and Gnome regarding purchasing a ball off Ball Reviews. He tells me that he didn’t care about buying one anyway, and then flips out at me when I agree with that. My we are on the mature wagon today aren’t we?

Feeling a tad worn down, so I’m going to go lay down and watch Sportscenter…

People, I will put this to rest. We will NOT have school tomorrow. Stop asking me. That is all.

Was sorting out the almighty favorites when I came across a link to an intriguing site: Book-a-Minute. *chuckle, chuckle* Funny AND more condensed than SparkNotes, it’s a win-win situation.

Here’s a couple that I thought people would like:

The Catcher In the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Holden Caulfield: Angst angst angst swear curse swear crazy crazy angst swear curse, society sucks, and I’m a stupid jerk.
THE END

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

George: Lennie, this is our big chance. Don’t be stupid.
Lennie: I love petting purdy things.
(Lennie kills stuff by accident. George shoots his dog.)
THE END

And then we have my new-found obsession with web design. A little CSS scripting and I now have drop shadows under all my images. Why this is a big deal, I do not know.

Before:

After:

Yeah I clearly get excited over the smallest things…

Let’s give a round of applause for having every day feel like a half day thanks to my new period 4 study hall! *claps*

This is what I hear on TV this morning. “Heavy snow Tuesday, heavy snow Tuesday night, heavy snow Wednesday.” Now logically, that’s a lot of heavy snow, and that coupled with the “Winter Storm Alert” flashing across the bottom of the screen, led me to believe that we were in for a major snowfall (meaning a couple days of school non-openage) but when they began talking about total snowfall the accumulations ranged from 4″ to 10″. Now you tell me. Shouldn’t 36 hours of heavy snow result in more than 10″? I mean that’s falling at a rate of an inch every 3.6 hours. That won’t cause problems. People will live. Roads will not be icy. School will be open. Dammit weather people. Got my hopes up. Screw you. Die. Well here’s to crossing my fingers that we get a good ol’ snowfall of like 36″ so I can laugh all the way to my driveway and the snowblower.

Hmmm, it seems my web designing interest has kicked back in. It does this every so often, so if the blog is down in the next couple of days that means I blew a fuse. Or killed the server. Neither of which I hope to do.

Which rock personality disorder (Zoloft commercial) are you?

OK, so this was a really random test, but– wait, that’s not a rock, it’s a giant, floating, egg. I’ve seen this before on the commercials during The Price is Right. Rocks don’t bounce. Nor are they hyper. They just kind of sit there and don’t bother people. Eggs on the other hand… Well anyway, it brings back memories and is somewhat amusing so it goes in the blog.

Did some random crap by moving archives to another server. Woooo solving the whole running out of space on Danwa problem. Will eventually get unlazy and probably move the buddy icons or large images to another server as well to conserve precious space and even more precious bandwidth.

Ugh.

Yeah I could just leave it at that.

Bowling at Sky Top sucked as usual, that’s no issue. What IS an issue was the fact that I didn’t suck at Nutmeg but have nothing to show for it.

Today I hit the pocket flush, oh, probably about 80-85% percent of my shots. So you’d expect some large #’s huh? WRONG. Let us return to the tap-o-meter…

11 POCKET ten pins
6 POCKET seven pins
2 POCKET seven-ten’s
2 POCKET five pins
2 POCKET five-sevens
1 POCKET four-nine
1 POCKET six-seven
1 POCKET nine pin

Yes I said pocket six-seven. How I left it will forever remain a mystery. So anyways, nearly half of ALL my shots today were tappages in the pocket… Doesn’t instill a whole lot of confidence in you when you are on the approach does it? So yeah even after finishing +46 I still miss the cut, and I don’t freakin’ believe it. Go Nutmeg, and screw you.

Captain Zapp Brannigan: It was almost the perfect crime, but you forgot the one thing: rock crushes scissors.

Captain Zapp Brannigan: But paper covers rock! And scissors cuts paper! Kif, we have a conundrum!

Scarily, today’s AP Physics exam seemed to go smoother than the Intro to Calc exam. Which isn’t good.

Also not good is coming home out of the cold weather to realize that your house is at a balmy 44 degrees. Way to go furnace.

I really have no need nor desire to talk/bitch/moan/rejoice/belittle/speak (circle one) about anyone or anything today. It’s one of those “blah” days where you do absolutely nothing but meander around the homestead (in about five layers of clothes… Once again, go furnace) and sit at the computer/TV or sleep.

Bowling tomorrow, both at Sky Top and Nutmeg Bowl (Fairfield). Huh, this recent “Colin sucks again” streak has made me indifferent towards this fact.

Oh, one thing I forgot to complain about. MP3 players with significant storage (mine is 256 MB, I’m looking along the lines of 20-40 GB) are seriously more expensive than I thought. The prices have come down little if any since I looked at them last summer. Stupid corporations and American capitalism. Blah. (Yes, blah.)