Right-Brained; Left-Handed

I'm right handed, but I want to write with my left hand. It's just something to do.
I don't know any people who write with their opposite hand, so I'll do it!
I think I'll update every now and then and post a picture of my "works".
Enjoy.

Dump-Taking

Pee'd Oh

My New Look

Here's the new look. I wear plain shirts and always look like I haven't shaved in 5 days.

Satan Sweater

Men. Also, Women.

     People make Max angry. MAX WANT CRUSH PEOPLE!!
 I figured you would enjoy my textual, hulk-like entrance into this post. The subject line of this post surprisingly leads you into a relevant post for once, as I will talk about people who talk about the differences between men and women. Why is that people think their opinions on this subject will intellectually matter? When a debate ensues in this manner, the ultimate bias is always in effect. I'm referring to the fact that pretty much everyone is either a man or a women (anatomically speaking). Honestly, if you haven't yet experienced being in the middle of this debacle, then I hope you're immune to headaches when it happens. Usually, you're either a man or a woman. Taking a stance on an argument, with proper credibility; being unbiased, seems to be pretty impossible for.... anyone. At least, that's what I continually observe. It's interesting to watch people try to appear as though they are unbiased. My English class works just like the latter statement. For a short while, It actually seemed bearable, and then I noticed one key factor in the class's absurdity: Every single person --and I actually tallied in anticipation of being right-- supported only their own gender. Most of them were citing credible sources. Sure, but they didn't really bother to even check out what the other side looks like, did they? Here. I'll sum up what happened to ease with this complex visualization.

     "Woman are illogical creatures that rely on emotion to do everything they ever do!"
     "Men are stupid cavemen who fight and have sex with everything. They think with their wieners!     Also, they mature slower at childhood."
     
     Does it count as paraphrasing if it more effectively describes what the original speaker was blabbering about? I obviously don't agree with either statement.
     I only like science, really.

    

Typing with Thoughts

     I'll just go ahead and briefly discuss how much more awesome typing fast is that slowly. I'll ignore the obvious. It's quicker. heh.

     What I'm hinting at is that collecting your thoughts requires a lot less effort that you would think. As I type, I'm actually staring off into the distance and typing just about as fast as I can gather a thought, which is nice. It's pretty interesting considering that this keyboard under my hands didn't exist at one time. I wonder how people would manage. Shorthand? The reason that a lot of my past blogs have been a little "ranty" and off-topic is because: A. I type as I think. B. I rarely go back and revise my ideas (which is bad). Don't get me wrong, I only post this kind of work on this blog or something similar and unnecessary. For this kind of publication, I like to leave it as it is... Sort of letting it out in it's 'raw' form. If I turn something in to my English professor, I revise the hell out of thing --assuming I don't do it in the last minute--. If you aren't an amazing typer (I'm not saying that I am), you are more likely a very good at text messaging. Anyone reading this is probably my age and owns a cell phone. You can text. You're fast too. Didn't you find, that when you could text faster, that you could stay with your thoughts pretty well? Your thoughts come and go, but it's still possible to stay with them to an extent. I think a little slower than I normally would when I'm typing, honestly, but it fascinates me that it works that way. I never thought it would be possible to just follow my thoughts with my fingers, and therefore creating something physical that could be saved permanently.It's truly amazing. Respect, Gutenberg.

     I hope the servers don't go down.
Also, I'm not in Starbucks.

Pokeweird: ShitRed

I came across this rather lengthy story on stumbleupon (knowing me, it's expected), and merely reading it has changed my whole day, and how I see older video games. Creepy, really. Please read it.

link:
Pokeweird: ShitRed

The Stress of the Future

     College makes you think; gets you depressed at times. I can't help but to worry about what's coming up in life, and the more I do it the more I believe that it's completely inevitable. Well.... shit... man.

     I suppose a similar idea was engraved into my brain upon watching Dazed and Confused for the first time. It's more than just a stupid hippie movie, somehow. The reason we go through all of these schools and get jobs is to have more hope that the future will be better as a result of the current struggle. I constantly have the depressing thought that this struggle will keep going no matter what. I can't help but imagine me living my whole life preparing for something in the future. I don't want to do that all of the damn time. If it's going to be my whole life, what's the point? I mean, it's like: Alright, I have to make good grades in middle school to get my parents off my back and so that it'll be a habit by highschool, but that never  happens. Gee, I'm in highschool now and not a single adult I've ever met is shutting the hell up about how I can't screw up now! Everything MATTERS. Now, I have a mediocre highschool record, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing here in college. What's next? A "career"? Then, a raise? Then kids? Then saving for retirement? Then bailing out my failure offspring? It will never end, so I'm not seeing a whole lot of benefit of saving a bunch of shit up for the future. I'd almost rather barely get by my whole life, honestly. At least it's unpredictable and full of experience of some sort.
     Dammit, I'm in Starbucks again. They need to change this song, it pisses me off. The weird song is "Dance Me to the End of Love" by Leonard Cohen, apparently. Bye.

Cold Feet. [Biking]

     I mean this title literally; in relation to mountain biking. I am a mountain biker. It's true. This is for the people who really want to go ride and are not sure how they're going to stand the horribly cold weather. It's just a little bit of advice that may keep one going in the winter. If there's anything I've learned about being unprepared and riding in the cold is that your feet will suffer 4x worse than the rest of your body. Really. When I came back from my first winter ride, I was letting out mini-shreaks from possible frost bite. I don't like thinking about it. My friend, Wes, told me of a most excellent method for prevention.

Here's how:

     You're gonna wunna find some think wooly socks to wear. We all know that everything's colder when wet, so let's make sure no moisture collects in these socks. Find a random grocery bag and stick your now-socked foot into that; put this new foot-concoction into your bike shoe!
It sounds dumb, and I'm sorry, but it makes the world of difference for one's feet.
Crap, man.

Happy winter riding!

Sickly Thinking

If you watch, you're mind will be opened... then filled with toilet water. You know you probably might maybe want to.