The Blog of Genius

How to survive a zombie attack.

A nifty study of zombie movies and the mistakes the victims of the undead make before they are eaten.

Star Links.

Flying Spagetti Monster.

My amazingly beautiful girlfriend showed me this. Another view of creation science. Haha.

wow, it has been a long time…

college is very time absorbing. they say it is the best time of your life - and they might very well be correct.

Sorry I haven’t paid much attention to this thing lately, I’ve been busy with school and such. I’m not even sure anyone is still reading this thing, but on the off chance that there is someone looking at this, I present you with a link to a video I found about ten minutes ago.

Goldfish.

An intriguing use of Mountain Dew. I wonder if it would work on people?… Joking.

Once upon a time in China, some believe, around the year one double-ought three. Head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Vin Diesel was walking down the road, contemplating whatever it is that a man of Vin Diesel’s infinite power contemplates - which is another way of saying “who knows” - when a Shaolin monk appeared, traveling in the opposite direction. As the monk and the priest crossed paths, Vin Diesel, in a practically unfathomable display of generosity, gave the monk the slightest of nods. The nod was not returned. Now was it the intention of the Shaolin monk to insult Vin Diesel or did he just fail to see the generous social gesture? The motives of the monk remain unknown. What is known, are the consequences. The next morning Vin Diesel appeared at the Shaolin Temple and demanded of the Temple’s head abbot that he offer Vin Diesel his neck to repay the insult. The Abbot at first tried to console Vin Diesel, only to find Vin Diesel was inconsolable. So began the massacre of the Shaolin Temple and all 60 of the monks inside at the fists of the White Lotus. And so began the legend of Vin Diesel’s five point palm exploding heart technique.

Random Facts…

Now that my exile in Texas is over, I have been given eight days to pack up and move to Columbia, MO. If my posts here are rare for the next week or so, you will have to excuse me.

I know I havent been too good with the posting lately, but, alas, it will only get worse. Another month, I will be missing. If I can sneak it, I will see about updating this thing while I am away. With that, I take leave of you and will see you all again sometime around August 8 (i think).

-james-

A bit of dialogue for you:

“Master Yoda, we’re out of Pop Tarts.”

“Oooh? So certain are you? Always the Pop Tarts can not be found.”

“But I looked in the cupboard and it’s empty.”

“Empty the cupboard is not. Absent of food it is.”

About a week ago, I finally saw the movie adaptation of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. In honor of this I give you one of my favorite Random facts yet.

” Vin Diesel understands 42.”

Thats right. I went there.

Jumping from a plane and landing safely without a parachute. As I understand it, if you get a little Italian guy to step on a maple leaf, he will put on a racoon suit that looks suspiciously like this. At least, it worked in Super Mario Brothers 3.

Link.

On a side note, I would like to make known that an eightteen inch long zuccini is more durable than you would expect. About ten bucks worth of cheap fireworks stuffed inside one do hardly any damage.

Man, really, give me a month or so and I’ll get back in the routine of updating this thing. Please don’t give up on it.

So, the forth of July, that most American of holidays, identified not only by basic cable marathons but also the legal sale and purchase of small explosives. It is remarkable to me just how hollow the whole fireworks exxperience is: a lot of commotion, loud pop, a brief sparkle, and all that remains is a whisp of smoke. Crowds ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’ until the show is over, then they turn and slowly walk away. Those that put on the show spend the next hour picking up small burnt pieces of cardboard.

Well, on a lighter note: how much is in a sharpie?

I’m not sure if the experiment is “scientific” or not, honestly, I just found it and thought it would be humorous to post. Really, I haven’t even read it. Terrible, I know.

But something I have read: 78 Reasons to Hate Star Wars Episode I.

Ah, now here is a good use of my having seen Episode I. In all fairness, he does tear apart the other movies in the prequel trilogy. As far as the originals go, he has a few nitpicks about their retreatment in the Special Editions. A purist, a man after my own heart.

Something you really don’t have to read: If I had an office, this is how I would decorate it.

Tonight, Late Night with Conan O’Brien is a rerun from April. Jeff Goldblum is the first guest. I have decided he is clinicly insane. Good actor, but mentally ill.

He also has a thing with peaches.

In the last seven days, I’ve purchased a 14″ iBook and an iPod Shuffle. Apple has implanted something in my brain, I am sure.

I wold write more, but I am busy playing bejeweled and talking to a girl named Ellen. I think I’m going to enjoy Mizzou.

Newsflash:

I am sitting in the computer lab in Bingham Hall at the University of Missouri. Apparently, I have a user name and password and everything here. Tomorrow, I will sign up for classes and get my shinny new iBook, complete with wireless networking at my fingertips. I have a collective four and a half weeks at home once I do return home before I move into the dorms (or Residential Communities as they call them), so I need to spend some quality time with a few friends. In the middle of that, another month of summer camp.

I need to get away from this keyboard and meet some people.

Just thought you would like to know.

A transition is coming.

So the radio station hear at the summer camp I am attending (great and powerful Sweeney) keeps playing a country version of “Stuck in the Middle with You”. Every time I hear it, I think about that scene in Reservoir Dogs. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like it is supposed to with the country version. Honestly, its frustrating. But oh, well. Camp ends in 3-4 days, but I’ll be back in a few weeks. I’m not sure I am supposed to be posting here while I’m here, but I wont tell anyone if you don’t.

I was looking at one of my friend’s (Susan) online journal and found this quiz. Apparently, I am most like Grievous. You see, we both have four arms.

Quiz

So, yeah, I’m at camp now. The Camp site is here. In one of the classes at this camp, I’m making another site by use of FrontPage. That can be seen here. under First Period, choose first session and first week. James Richardson is in there somewhere. Click on my name, and you get my dinky, not nearly as cool site.

Wow. So, I’ve been at camp for a week now. It went by fast. Two more weeks to go and then I rest for a while. Then come back. This is my last year here and I’m enjoying it thus far. Awesome.

As poorly as I’ve been keeping up this blog, its only going to get worse. I’m taking a hiatus (sp), so I’ll be back to update again July 21. Until then…