I just wanted to remind all of you Wii owners that the original Harvest Moon for the Super Nintendo is now available on the virtual console. If you do not purchase it, then you bring shame to yourself and your family. Cheers!

I have a strange respect for guys that
propose on Valentine’s Day. It’s just a smart thing to do. If she says
“yes”, then he has it made. He will never have to remember when his
anniversary will be. Also, there are a ton of romantic gift ideas
available to his disposal. (“Free pole dancing lessons at Honest Bob’s
Knocker Locker? You shouldn’t have.”) It’s all exceptionally handy. The
next best thing would be to pop the question on Christmas. With this,
you can get away with not getting an anniversary gift by getting a big
Christmas gift. Or, if you aren’t too great with Christmas gifts, just
get something romantic for the anniversary. The only problem with this
plan is the presentation at the actual popping of the question (“Merry
Christmas, baby. Your gift today is me!... If you’ll have me” *holds
out ring*). Lame. Maybe Christmas Eve would be better (“Would you like
to spend Christmas with me? How about the rest of your life?”). It
would probably still be cheesy, but it may roll off the tongue better.

People who carry their books in a wheeled suitcase / backpack
I am a lazy person. I will readily admit to this. I am not, however, that lazy. This is silly. Even when I have a full scheduled Monday, I am still fully capable of carrying all of my books to all of my classes. I don’t care how weak you are. I sit in front of a computer all day, so I have next to nil in upper body strength. I still find the energy to carry all of my books to and from class. Like I said, no excuse.

People who use the Bible as proof of God’s existence
I don’t mean specific passages of the Bible, which could be arguable. I mean the physical Bible itself. This is just silly. It’s like saying that the existence of the movie Breaker! Breaker! is proof that Chuck Norris is God. I mean, he is, but not because of that movie.

People who separate each ingredient of their sandwich and eat each individually
Seriously, what the hell?

Let us talk, for a moment, about rubbish on the side of the road. I'm not particularly worried about it, so rather than why it's on the side of the road, I wonder how it gets to the side of the road. Some rubbish I can understand. The grand number of beer cans and bottles is to be expected. So long as it is illegal to have open alcohol containers in a vehicle, people will toss their booze vessels from the car at any sign of the police. I can also understand plastic bags, which get picked up from bins around retail establishments and float to their final resting place in the tall grass or low bushes. Hubcaps, while unorthodox, can understandably detach from a vehicle and roll towards the side of the road. It is some of the more unusual things that I find hard to understand. How in the heavens does a half-empty container of windshield washer fluid find its way to the side of the road? The remaining blue stuff in it still gives it some mass, so it is unlikely for the wind to just pick it up and carry it away. Also, what was left over could still be put to good use, so it was not likely tossed on purpose. It probably did not bounce off of the truck brand new, as it was drained of half of its contents, and it also could not have a leak, since it was still half full and was not sitting in a puddle. It is all exceptionally peculiar. And don't get me started on finding rolled up carpets.

Well, I finally finished my essay. I would like to thank everyone for wishing me luck, and here's hoping I get a decent mark on the mess. Wait, the professor just posted the assignment for next week. "Write an essay on the World Trade Organization"... FnCK! I hate this class! Anyway, here is a YouTube video to tide me over while I cry in the corner for a little while. I hope you all like Zelda music.

It would seem that the United States Department of Pseudonym Assignment decided that a totally awesome nickname for me would be Josh Jett. While I totally agree, I don’t think I want my Time magazine subscription sent to that name. I, honestly, haven’t a clue as to how I came to acquire this name. I had signed up for a Books-a-Million discount card and I was given a free magazine subscription. Since I have no use for Entertainment Weekly, Sports Illustrated, or Vibe, I went ahead a signed on for Time. For some reason, instead of my real name, Jimbo, they listed me as Josh Jett. I’m starting to think that I may have a twin brother, and he’s trying to steal my identity. This guy must’ve been separated from birth and went off to live with the Jett family (in the Jett household, presumably). He has the same name as me, Earl, and learned of his relation to me earlier. He has thus been siphoning identity from me at a slow but steady rate. Pretty soon, he will have stolen so much of my identity, that he will be the one writing this blog. The strange thing is, with all of that accrued identity, nobody would notice. Since he has the same first name as me, Bill, it’s probably far easier to steal more identity. “Alright sir, are you Ted?” “Why yes I am, and I would like to withdraw all of the identity in ‘my’ account.” So, Mr. Jett, if you are reading this, please give me back some of my identity. If you are writing this, then please disregard.

Monday:
0930-1020: Discrete Mathematics for IT - A completely dull class that seems to be for teaching me how logic circuits do math. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster that I only have to deal with this class fifty minutes a day.
1330-1610: IT in the Global Economy - This is essentially a global economics class, as it deals very little with information technology. This is both the hardest class and the most entertaining. The teacher really knows what he's talking about, and actually engages in arguements with the class. He is more about having the class do their own research, then coming to class to talk about what they read about. Last class, we got into a pretty heated discussion about a unified currency.
1630-1920: Advanced Routing and Networking - This is an okay class. It's a yawn-fest at the start, but it picks up in the latter half when we do the hands-on stuff. Whoo! Nothing is more exciting than hooking up a lab computer to a Cisco router. If we want to go really crazy, we hook up a bunch of those routers to a switch!
1920-2230: Oracle Databasing - This was the class I was most looking forward to, and now the most dissappointed with. The professor is probably quite capable with Oracle databases, but he is a dirt poor professor. It's most unfortunate, as I love doing databases. Sigh, I guess I'll have to actually study this time.

Tuesday:
0730-0845: Business English - Ah... the seven-thirty class. To put this into perspective, I live about fifty minutes away, so that means my day begins at half-past five. Most of the time I have to go to work afterwards, so that extends my day to 1930 plus an after work commute. The Monday-Tuesday bridge is the toughest part of the week. Anyway, the class itself is Business English, where I learn the finer points of memo writing (et al.). As far as I can tell, I need to make each memo as complex and convoluted as possible.

Wednesday / Friday:
These two days are just like Monday mornings, only without the dread of the three evening classes. I have my math class, and that is all. Hallelujah.

Thursday:
All I have is my lovely English class. Yay.

This is pretty much why I don't post as much any more. After most class days I have work, and by the time I get home, even if I don't have homework, I am just too tired to be silly. Time permitting, I will try to post at work (like right now), but these probably won't happen very often.

Let us talk, for a moment, about squirrels. Specifically, I wish to speak about their peculiar behavior on my college campus. Most squirrels that I know are exceptionally cautious. If I try to approach one, they dart in the opposite direction at roughly 72 mph until they have covered a distance of about fifteen-hundred yards then abruptly stop (this can’t be good for their back). If the opportunity presents itself, they would even shoot up a tree just to put as much distance between it and me as possible. The squirrels here at George Mason, however, are more like city pigeons. They don’t move for anything. I can walk within a few feet of one, and he would not even look up from his acorn. I think the constant interaction with overly liberal college students have given them a false sense of security. I could probably even kick one and it would look at me like a child just smacked in the back of his head for the first time (cue the dramatic piano strike). This could potentially prove an entertaining college sport, squirrel punting. I’ll have to try and develop that one.