Three Hourssss.... is the magic number.

Well our assignment for the week was to spend the three hours we would normally spend in class on something we enjoy. We basically had three hours to sit back, relax, and take a moment to meditate on life and school.

I decided to spend the three hours at the bar with my brother. I figured a few drinks and some time in a relaxed environment would get my head on right. However, I was dead wrong.

It wouldn't have been an issue if we would have stayed away from the pool table. However, we played six games of pool, and each of the games I lost with one or no balls left on the table. Thoughts of anger clouded my judgement, and instead of sitting back and relaxing, I spent a good hour bitching and complaining about the losses. They were unjustified!

However, thinking back, I do realize that at the end of the three hours, I began to ponder the importance of the games. Realizing that they had no effect on the global outcome of my personal progress in life, I relaxed, and began to really think about life, work, and school.

In reality, the best we can hope to achieve in life is to keep an open mind and do the best we can. In this day in age, I realized that I simply need to take things one day at a time. Hopefully I can relax, enjoy life, and truly live up to what I want to become.

Final Project:

I was really giving this some thought, and I would really like to do something personally fulfilling. I really do enjoy the video game industry. I also enjoy stalking Corey Callahan. I have not confronted him about this yet, but I was hoping that he would want to take his final project idea, include me, and expand upon it. I am thinking that we can do a small video segment in real life, completely stealing Mega 64's ideas. However, I want to make this our own, and envision it the way we should; seeing sideways!

If Corey rejects me, I suppose I can think of something else. More to come... (pending Corey)

Class 5? oooooo, you're funny!

Ya...... about responding to class five; it's funny because it's not true! There was no class five! It was all an illusion. However, maybe class five's legacy is living on through the spirit of it's students. Maybe today, all of the classmates feel some yearning for class five they have never felt before. Maybe, in some ethereal movement of seeking wholeness, all of our classmates moved in unison toward a brighter understanding of what class five could have been. Lives could have been touched; hearts broken. The spirit of class five will live on as a sublime legacy in the hearts of man. Actually, all of the above is complete bull shit, but it would be nice if we all shared the same yearning for the "class that did not pass."

On a serious note, I think I will be spending my allotted time this week listening to enya while cruising through some video games that need some progress. If not that, I might just play some basketball or go out drinking with some friends. I am not quite sure yet, but I'll update the blog after I do what I do.

Plastic Bags Make Planet Sad...

After class, I took the plastic bag home with me; my mind filled with limitless possibilities for this small little bag. As I brought it into my apartment, I laid it down, proceeding with my daily agenda. Later that evening, I had a wonderful dinner, and wouldn't you know that little plastic bag looked like a wonderful little trash bag. I would not have used it in such a disgraceful manner; however, I was out of trash bags and needed a transport vessel for my trash. I am sure that little plastic bag is having a wonderful time being recycled or sitting in a landfill.

I suppose I could say I simply wanted the plastic bag to enjoy it's afterlife. Being able to sit around in a massive pile with your little plastic bag friends is sure tempting if I must say so. Hopefully my little plastic bag is comfortable and in the midst of other little bags. If recycled, I hope my little plastic bag is being put to good use; possibly some use in condoms, if that is even possible. If so, I can say that I took a first hand initiative in promoting population management.

Ahhhh. Silence.

I really enjoyed the video that was shown in class today. At first I just figured that the two musicians were neo-hippies and were on some acid trip, but once my suspicion about the girl being deaf was confirmed, I became rather intrigued. The soundtrack for this film must have been extremely fun or extremely difficult to do; there is no in between. Some of the sounds that were captured on location were amazing. At one point, I entered this state of calm; nothing entrancing, but more like a "sleeping while awake" sort of feel. The overall feel of the video was awesome, and it left an impression on me the rest of the day.

Bags over our heads: haha. Interesting. I didn't enjoy her type of music as much as I enjoyed watching everyone run around with bags on their heads. Overall, it was a pretty interesting, yet calming class session, and look forward to next week's agenda!

You Guys Are Bad...

... but really, not so much. Honestly, even though I was not in class on the 2nd, I found it rather amusing what you did to the room. To be honest, I do not think any sort of apology is necessary in this situation. A simple explanation would probably suffice, and if anyone still had a sore taste in their mouth, you could probably sit them down and figure out what is truly bugging them. Chances are, it is not this situation that makes people upset; it is the happenings of their life plus the unexpected nature of the classroom that would agitate them. I hardly doubt anyone would truly be upset, but I suppose there is always someone that could be upset by this situation. Once again, this is probably a rare case, but I will do my best to diffuse the situation.

Ultimately, a simple confrontation with those that are upset would suffice. Explain the situation and truly, and humbly, ask them to explain their anger and apologize if it had any sort of physical or mental implications. After all, I suppose some of those chairs could have hurt someone. (Chuckle).

I do not think any sort of gift or offering is needed in this situation. I do not think inviting them in to our class would really make them happy. After all, most of the classmates either have class before ours or are wanting their free time to do their own thing. What I do think we can do, to show respect, is make the room as comfortable as possible for them this week around. We could sweep the floors, put an e-fire on the screen, and possibly make everything as orderly as possible. This way, those that were upset (probably OCD persons) can feel comfortable in this new environment.

In contrary to my above comments, I do think it is disrespectful and ultimately destructive to leave others with a bad feeling. I think it is everyone's responsibility to leave each and every individual feeling as great as possible simply because you never realize the repercussions of your actions. Who knows what a person will do if left with a feeling of anger or angst. In this situation, I think very few people would be that upset, but those that are should be understood and apologized to. We all live on this earth together; we might as well make it as pleasant as possible.

The one question Beth asked that intrigued me the most was "How responsible are we for other's actions?" I do not think we are at all responsible for what others do unless that action was the result of something you stimulated within that person through one of your actions. In that case, I think each individual should take sole responsibility for what has been done and do what is necessary to make the situation proper. Anarchy, despite popular belief, is not the most productive thing for our well-being; and anarchy is definitely the result of not giving two shits about your own actions and the repercussions of such.

So Weak and Senseless...

Interesting assignment. Our class was told to take a sense away for three consecutive hours and document it. What can I say about this? It's amazing how much we take our senses for granted.

I decided to take away my hearing. To do this, I simply bought some ear plugs and turned the volume down on things that I knew would sneak through (i.e. loud TV, computer, etc.) I am not going to lie; I am truly a weak person when it comes to losing my hearing. I basically spent the three hours hanging out in my apartment, as any sort of social interaction would be somewhat embarrassing and ultimately horrifying. During this time, I mostly worked on some ZBrush and Photoshop work while maintaining some small social interaction with my brother.

I noticed during my first hour I would incessantly hear a dim buzzing that I focused on a lot during this time period. After the first hour, I think my mind decided to not focus on this sound as much and simply settle for finding other things to tune to. We can trick our mind, but only to a point. The buzzing sound was only muffled over the next two hours. I noticed that I became very impatient during my hearing loss episode. I think I took around two or three showers during this time simply to get my mind off of the boring atmosphere.

Near the end of the time, I almost felt a bit calmer about the experience, but in reality, I simply wanted to get my hearing back. While I was without hearing, I noticed I spent a lot more time pondering things. One thing I began to think about was society's dependency on constant entertainment or engagement. Although I still had visual contact with my surroundings, I was not able to settle on this fact. I wanted more; a feeding frenzy that would engulf the media of the internet. As soon as I removed the ear plugs, I went to youtube, break, and spikedhumor to get my mind off of the dull experience I just had.

In reality, I suppose this time "to myself" gave me more time to think about life and its properties than always engage myself in things to "fill my life." After all, life is meant to fill you; or at least I've been told that.

My Made Up Sense - WTF Sense

I really think everyone should have this sense. Basically, if something or someone is agitating you, this sense kicks in, honing in on the target and ultimately giving you a breakdown on what the problem is. Because of this, reaction time for beating someone's ass or getting a date would be doubled or tripled. Ever had some douche bag annoy you to ultimate agitation. The WTF sense would be perfect for you. That douche's agenda would be so much clearer with this sense, and in response, you can use the rest of your abilities that much quicker. Kick his ass? Check.

Ultimately this sense is an evolution of our brain in which the organ can no longer tolerate society's "WTF" moments. Because we live on self preservation and inner peace, we need to be able to handle these moments with the most efficient means possible. No longer are reactive thought or intelligence needed! Simply use your "WTF" sense and take care of all the bullshit in your life!

Okay, so it sounds like an advertisement, but I somehow see this sense as being something that everyone would enjoy. We would be so much more content in annoying situations, and we would have no sympathy toward our actions in such situations as we truly analyzed and diagnosed any problems we had. I enjoy my "WTF sense." Shouldn't you?

So many damned questions.....

1. What if gates, excluding prisons, generally kept people in, not out?
2. What if the sky was beneath us?
3. What if you dictated society?
4. What if Beth shaved her head entirely?
5. What if PCs loaded information onto CDs?
6. What if the general populace taxed the government?
7. What if I didn’t want to write these fifty “what if” questions?
8. What if we aged in reverse?
9. What if dancing was the standard of walking?
10. What if the universe was our homestead, rather than the earth?
11. What if they earth contained the universe?
12. What if men had vaginas, and vice versa?
13. What if matter faded into nothing over time, rather than matter being created out of nothing?
14. What if dogs owned humans?
15. What if class came to the student?
16. What if humans never took showers?
17. What if we excreted our waste through our mouth?
18. What if “shit smell” was the new “D&G cologne”?
19. What if time was parallel, not linear?
20. What if the average life expectancy was 10?
21. What if humans aged in dog years?
22. What if cats ruled the world?
23. What if we drank our own pee as a standard of good health?
24. What if we had no nervous system?
25. What if a dollar bill was thrown off the Eiffel Tower?
26. What if love did not exist?
27. What if humans lived eternally in physical form?
28. What if weapons of mass destruction did not exist?
29. What if everyone had no hair on their bodies?
30. What if computers fed off of human brains?
31. What if wingdings were the standard font?
32. What if Hillary Clinton was president?
33. What if turtles pooped out golden eggs?
34. What if the sun revolved around the Earth?
35. What if Mavis Beacon was my mistress?
36. What if paper media no longer existed?
37. What if humans produced oxygen, and trees produced Carbon Dioxide?
38. What if smoking was healthy?
39. What if happiness was bought?
40. What if McDonald’s made you skinny?
41. What if all good things never came to an end?
42. What if Einstein was a stripper?
43. What if the apple that fell on Newton’s head killed him?
44. What if Hitler’s plan of “purification” succeeded?
45. What if hip hop truly made you hop by mechanics of bass?
46. What if Corey’s first idea was completed in the middle of Indianapolis?
47. What if Nick’s egg picture contained a globe inside of the alligator’s mouth?
48. What if Angelica’s egg wrote words in her, instead of the opposite?
49. What if Eric’s poem was a true story?
50. What if Bradley juggled five eggs instead of two?