Has anyone else noticed the ‘{‘ on Collins title? I have. I saw it the very first day that he was added, but I didn’t say anything. I have stayed silent for far too long. It’s the truth, it’s an outrage.
What happened to the 25 days of postage Adam?
Category Archives: Rants
“Topic choice is essential – are you trying for humor?”
Apparently my essay was not only unacceptable, but it also received an ‘average’ style grade. The one thing that I fail to see is where my essay was lacking in style. I thought that I had style coming out the ying yang. Actually the other thing that I wonder is why my teacher seemed to mock my topic by suggesting that I was just trying to be funny. DID SHE EVEN READ MY ESSAY? I just don’t understand how anyone can mock the seriousness of pencil sharpening after having the main points drawn to their attention. But enough with the past and on to the future, or is it present? Oh well. For me, the future holds two more chances to take the test, which I can not take unless I attend special tutoring classes after school. I am working on a list of more essential topic choices that I will be able to fall back on when the teachers try and force their redundant subjects down my throat, and you know what that means. Time to search The Onion for facts to back up my lies!
Deer Suck.
So… I traveled to and from Ye Olde Pullman easily 80 or more times during my years there (given that two of those years I was driving back and forth nearly every weekend). During that time, I never once hit a deer. I came close. Oh, yes. I came very close. I have many a swerving memory.
The top memory? My brother proved his hours and hours spent mastering Gran Turismo 3 were not for naught as he dodged: (a) deer #1, (b) deer #2, (c) semi truck dropping bales of hay as it swerved to miss deer #1 and #2, and (d) bales of hay.
Nope. Not once. Never hit a deer during all that time.
The suckers heard me coming this time. I believe they plotted their revenge on my way to Pullman… and they exacted it on my way home.
I’m not exactly sure why they exacted their revenge by allowing my wife to plow over one of their kind… but you never know. Deer are sneaky. Sneaky… and stupid.
Yeah… so 10 miles outside of Washtucna, there I am sitting in the passenger seat reading a book when Kristi SLAMS on the brakes. I see headlights ahead and think, “uh oh… I’m toast.” Then I notice something friendlier than a car hurtling at us in our lane.
A deer! How friendly! Come here, deer! I don’t want to hurt you… I just want to pet you! Come closer! Come a little closer! Wait!! Too close!!!
Wham.
Deer + Car = no bumper, no radiator, and a headlight that is shining at the satelllites.
Oh yeah. And it also equals no deer.
And me freaking out. It also equals me freaking out. My only reaction (besides thinking we were going to die) was, “Go! Go! Go!” and “Did you see the hooves go flying off that sucker?”
Of course, I failed to realize that it was the whole front of our car that went flying… not hooves. Silly me.
(Now that I think about it… why did I yell “Go! Go! Go!” at Kristi? Did I think the deer was going to chase after us?)
We did just “Go! Go! Go!” though… we went the 10 miles to Washtucna. Upon arriving, we discovered THE FRONT OF OUR CAR WAS GONE! Missing! Shoot the coop! ? Flew? the coop? I don’t know. Whatever quaint phrase you choose, it just was not there. Period.
Yeah…. so that sucked.
Venison anyone?
Sigh
I lost.
History happened in the past for a reason
So I was sitting in history class right after lunch taking notes on WWI. Somewhere between the mobilization of the German army and the introduction to Germanys Schlieffen plan, I started to feel the effects of eating a loaf of french bread with a half pound of turkey, a smoldering hot uncoditioned classroom and having an extremely boring history teacher. I kept nodding off to sleep during his lecture, but being the excellent student that I am, I continued to take notes in this dream state. Well, here are the results…
I really like the 6 failed attempts at spelling the word “blamed.”
Zazzle ROX!
Okay… the mathcaddy.com store has been successfully moved here — zazzle is way cooler than cafepress… and, according to some articles I’ve read, their proprietary printing process is practically better than any other method of printing on t-shirts.
T-shirts “…are imprinted by a new digital technology that chemically bonds the ink to the cotton molocules. The resulting image is vibrant and durable, without that “decal-like” feel typically imparted by other heat transfer and screenprint methods. The images are soft and breathable, there is no overprint around the image area, and the images have a “wash fastness” equal or better than other 100% cotton printing methods.” [source]
CafePress = unimPressive… : ( DARN!
Well, sorry friends… it turns out that CafePress.com is a crock. They suck. “high quality professional t-shirt printing” is not so professional. I just got my first t-shirt from them… and, sadly, it’s just an iron-on (although very well done). It does look really good, and maybe they use higher quality stuff than I’ve used, but I want something a little more professional looking… something that will last. The good thing is because I’m still in my 15 day trial with CafePress, I can still back out of it.
.I have been looking a little further into moving the mathcaddy.com store to Zazzle.com, which sounds like a better way to go. They have their own high quality dyeing process that was designed by their founder, an MIT physics grad… I still haven’t seen a t-shirt by them in real life, but hopefully I can get one made up and shipped out to me. The articles I’ve read say that Zazzle’s prints are very high quality t-shirts, to the point where people are putting artwork and stuff on them.
Everyone wanting a mathcaddy.com store t-shirt should wait a bit until this gets straightened out. I will have cool, funny t-shirts, whether it’s at cafepress or not.
Checks and Unbalances
So I had Adam order our last batch of checks (big mistake). When we got them, I flipped out like a Turkey doing the Duck Walk. The names on the upper left read:
Adam Brault
Dr. Kristi Brault
Master Batman Brault
Thats not all. They have the cougar logo on them (so they cost extra). He could not find the slogan “Go Cougs!”, so he used a slogan called “Ramblin’ Wreck.”
To make matters worse, even though we are planning on moving in the next few months and our address is going to change, he ordered 4 boxes of these checks. That’s like 500 checks! I’m going to have to use these things forever!
So, if we ever have to write any of you a check, DON’T LAUGH, I’ve gotten enough wierd looks.
I’m not really mad at him, I thought it was kind of funny (after I got over the initial shock).
Adam’s note: Check out the checks here.
