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  2. lomk
    WARNING: May contain spoilers!
     
    Earlier today, I was playing Borderlands 2 online with my brother on the PSN. I was Lv. 24. He was Lv. 26. And we fought a Lv. 28 BNK-3R. I was very under leveled after he went to check on his sick girlfriend, I decided to farm the BNK-3R and do some level grinding while I was at it. My stuff sucked and I wanted better equipment. The BNK-3R has a chance to drop the legendary weapon Bitch or the legendary shield Sham. I've been looking to get the Bitch for a very long time on my PC. I've fought the BNK-3R at least 100 times and I still haven't had a Bitch drop on my PC. Well on the 4th fight on the BNK-3R on the PS3, this happens.
     

     
    I finally get my first Bitch drop. Granted, it wasn't on my PC. Which sorta pissed me off because if I were on my PC, this gun would be Lv. 50 and not Lv. 25, but I finally got it and I get to see what it's like. I've been using it for a while and it's a really good gun. Well about 20 more fights down the line, this happens
     

     
    I got 2 Bitch drops in the same 2½ hours.
     
    I am pretty fucking excited.
     
    So I texted my brother these pictures and rubbed it in his face because we mess with each other about finding legendary stuff all the time. Now I find 2 legendary things and it feels so damn good to rub it in his face
     
    I asked him a question I never thought I would ask him in my life:
     
    "I have two Bitches and I'm willing to share. Would you like one of my Bitches?" :D
     
    (Because what do I need two of them for?)
  3. lomk

    2014: Year of the Beard

    By lomk,

    it's been about 2½ or 3 weeks or so since I last shaved. And here I am looking like a total scuzball because my hair was kinda nappy and greasy
     

     
    So I got the idea to make a video project where I take a picture a day for the entire year of 2014, but I can't shave all year. On December 31, I'm going to shave my face, and from January 1, 2014 through January 1, 2015, the razor will not touch my face. I'll take one picture a day and at the end of the year, I'll mash them all together in a single video that shows the growth of my beard over the entire year.
     
    This will only be an attempt. I'd love to be able to do this, but I have some things that may get in the way. First, there's my family. They don't really like beards at all. My mom says I look like a hobo when I don't shave. She won't want me looking like a hobo for Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and all the other holidays where we get the family together. And all the birthdays. More importantly than that, I'm going to be going to grad school next year so having a beard may lower my chances of getting an internship. I don't know if they can do that...anyway, there's that and a few other things I can't come up with off the top of my head.
     
    Anyway, I hope that this can actually become a reality. I'd love to do this video project. It really has no point other than just doing something that takes longer than a week or two. So, if this happens, I hope all the itching and whatnot is worth it
     
    What do y'all think?
  4. lomk
    I did a blog entry on this subject earlier this year.
     
    Then yesterday, I saw an article on Facebook about a 22 month old toddler being locked in a car for 8 hours who subsequently died.
     
    According to the father of the child, he was supposed to take his son to daycare; however, he forgot the child was in the car and went to work instead. He left work that afternoon and noticed the child was in the back of the car. He pulled over and performed CPR in an attempt to resuscitate the child, but to no avail. He was pronounced dead on the scene.
     
    This bothers me.
     
    A lot.
     
    In my aforementioned blog entry, I noted that the interior of my car reached 126°F. That's hot enough to kill someone. If you're a child and you can't open the door, you'll die in that kind of heat, and it won't be extremely quick either. You'll suffer. Heatstroke is no way to go out.
     
    You don't need numbers and you don't need to be super educated to know that it gets hot in your car on a hot day. All you have to do is open your door. If it feels pretty hot in there, why in the hell would you leave another living thing in there? You don't need numbers or education. You need common fucking sense.
     
    Even more bothersome to me is that he said that he forgot the child was in the car.
     
    How do you forget?! Toddlers don't just sit in their car seats. All small children are hyperactive beasts. That kid would have been squirming or trying to talk to his father or banging something around...point being: that toddler would have made some kind of noise, a constant reminder that he's there in the back seat. I don't buy the story that he forgot the kid was in the car. That's a load of bullshit. You have to be on something to not notice your kid back there.
     
    Anyway, my local news reported that he's been charged with murder. I think he deserves it. There's no legitimate excuse for something like this. It's common sense. This kind of thing happens way too often, and it makes me sick.
  5. lomk
    In case I didn't mention these things the last time I made an entry like this. Cause what the heck?
     
    I drink milk like it's going out of style.
    On the subject of milk, I actually drink so much that, when I was hit by a minivan when I was 11 years old, no bones broke. The doctors even commented on how extremely strong my bones are. Milk win!
    I also drink alcohol.
    I drink alcohol often. I consume alcohol about 2 to 5 times a week.
    I just never get drunk. Personal policy. Thus, I think my habits are healthy.
    Whisky and vodka are about the only things I'll drink, though. Never cared for wine. Beer is gross. But if you have some suggestions on something I should try, let me know
    I like vintage stuff. Old cars, old records, old video games.
    Stick shift is WAY better than automatic.
    I grew up on rock and metal music
    And Pokemon.
    I was a brony hater before I became a brony.
    I'm a PC gamer. Unless it's Nintendo.
    My favorite video game saga is Legend of Zelda.
    I have beaten more Legend of Zelda titles than any other series except Pokemon.
    I'm an audiophile.
    I also like Raisin Bran
    But a breakfast burrito with sausage, eggs, potatoes, and cheese is the perfect way to start a morning!
     
    Okay that's enough for now
  6. lomk
    So this is gonna be a short one
     
    I posted on Facebook about my grades and my 3.25 for the semester. Two good friends of mine commented on this status. Let's call the first John. And the second friend, we'll call Jake. John is Jake's older brother. John is older than me and Jake is younger than me.
     
    So if I haven't lost you yet, this is what happened:
     
    STATUS
    Me: Finished the semester with decent grades. GPA was 3.25. 112 hours down and I think I only have 48 left til I get that master's degree!
     
    COMMENTS
    John: Congratulations on another good semester bro!
    Jake: Didn't congratulate me...
    John: Didn't post.
    Me: Thank you John. You always were like a big brother to me.
    Jake: Warning: troll out from under the bridge...And I did post! 4 B and 1 A
    Me: Dang Jake! Impressive!
    Me: Wait, I read that wrong. Thought it said 4 A and 1 B
    Me: Bet you can't tell if still trolling or dyslexic
     
    Don't know that I've ever accidentally trolled like that before
  7. lomk
    Source Article from The New York Post: Customers accidentally get a side of porn at McDonald’s
     
    I heard about this on the radio show I listen to in the mornings at work. You guys know how when you go into a McDonald's they have the TVs turned to something? Around here, it's usually news. CNN, NBC, yadda yadda...Well a few days ago, a McDonald's in Switzerland had been on the sports channel when suddenly
     

     
    On the TV screens it shows the pornography of women!
     
    Now they said on the radio (and I can't really verify if that's true or not since it doesn't say anything in the New York Post article except "If our employees didn’t immediately realize what was going on it’s because they were concentrating on our customers and their work.") but they said on the radio show that this had gone on for about an hour or so before someone noticed that the pictures on the TV screens were showing some pretty raunchy stuff.
     
    I love what the article says about what the guys said. "We were a group of men so it didn't bother us..." That's awesome. Of course it didn't bother them. They probably dreaded it when the employees changed the channel!
     
    Personally I think this is some of the funniest stuff I've seen in a while.
     
    "Mommy how are babies made?"
    "Hush son. Let's go to McDonald's and quit this nonsense talk about how babies are made..."
    *walks in, sees TVs"
    "Oh so is that how babies are made?"
    "Well...I...um....BURGER KING!"
  8. lomk
    A word to you if you made the mistake of reading this blog post: don't count on other people to make you happy. The only person you need in this life is yourself. If you can't be happy by yourself, you won't ever be happy with other people. And if you already do that, good. Don't ever count on someone else to keep it that way. You'll just get burned.
     
    I'm still recovering from my breakup a little over a week ago, and that ties into this all. In fact, it's the only reason I'm unhappy right now. Everything else is going anywhere from pretty damn good to peachy.
     
    Now I had been thinking about ending it with her for some time now. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to just give up. I don't just give up on people I care about. I will exhaust and even break myself for the people I care about. I do what I can for those I'm close to, even if it comes at my own expense. So when I decide to let a girl into my heart, she's at the top of my list. It's a bigger deal than anyone can imagine to me. So even if I had been thinking about ending things with her, I wasn't going to actually do it until I made sure I exhausted every resource I had at my disposal to make sure it would be the right move.
     
    She just ended up dumping me. Told me that she wasn't ready for a relationship. She apologized for pushing me away for the last two months.
     
    I'd get upset when she didn't return my phone calls or answer my text messages. I wouldn't say anything about it because I know she has a busy life. So I just wrote it off as she had something going on and couldn't get to me and she would when she could. I did that to myself for two months. And when she dumped me, she admitted to actually pushing me away for the last two months. So now that I look back at it, I had every right to be upset with her. She really was ignoring my phone calls.
     
    Okay so we broke up...It hurt pretty bad. But it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. It's not like every time this happens, my heart breaks any less. I'm just getting more and more jaded with the more disappointment I have to deal with. I was right for being a cynical bastard about dating. Thus I have returned to my previous state of mind: it's a waste of my time, energy, money, attention, and other unnamed resources. I have more important things to which I should direct my focus. Like my career. I was right for saying "Screw love and all it has to offer." Because the only thing it's got me is a short period of happiness followed by a longer period of crippling doubt, anger, and disappointment.
     
    So yeah, I was hurt about the breakup. But now I'm fine with it. I've come to terms with it. Mostly.
     
    What really has me upset is this: she said she still liked me and that we could still be friends. Now I said at the beginning of our relationship that things would never be the same again. Well guess who was right on that call as well? Yeah. So I'm two for two. Now since the breakup, I've given her a little time to herself as I have definitely needed some time alone too. To cope. To move on from what happened. Was I angry? Yeah. Am I angry about it now? Kinda, but I'm not letting it wreck my day like I was a week ago. So she said that we could still be friends. I'm cool with that, really. I was glad to hear that we could continue to have a platonic relationship. After all, before we dated, she was one of my best friends. I could talk to her about pretty much everything and she had always been there to offer me some encouragement in my time of need. And while I was dating her but my calls were being ignored, I really just missed my friend. So when she told me we could still be friends, I was delighted to hear that.
     
    So after giving her a little time, I sent her a text message. Just said a quick "Heya" just to see how things were going. I wasn't going to say anything until I heard back. Here we are now. It's been about 2 days now and I still haven't got anything back. Nada.
     
    Now...now I just feel betrayed.
     
    So I'm about to the point where I'm going to bring this up with her. I don't care about the dating thing, really. I just want my friend back.
     
    I feel betrayed and I feel like I failed. I have a pretty intense fear of failure. That I'm not going to be good enough. It already hurt enough that she had dumped me and told me I did nothing wrong. I failed in that. Now I can't even get her to engage in small talk so we can begin to rebuild our friendship. So now I have failed twice. And as much as she can say I didn't do anything wrong, I have 9 other voices in my head screaming at me that I failed. Few things crush my spirit than the thought that I failed.
     
    So that's it. I'm done being passive about this and brushing off this constant being pushed away. I need to say my piece to her. Because I do nothing wrong, but I'm the one who gets dumped and pretty much excommunicated? What's fair about that? This isn't my fault and I'm done feeling like I'm the fuck-up here.
     
    I was already happy before we got together. I thought I was ready to have a girlfriend and that would make me even happier than I was. But as it stands I was robbed of my happiness. Now I feel betrayed, lonely, angry, and like a failure.
     
    So I say again: don't ever count on other people to make you happy. You don't need anybody but your fucking self. Learn to be happy with you and what you have. And don't even try to let other people make you happy because they'll only let you down.
     
    It's nice to know that people are still fickle as fuck.
  9. lomk
    So we've noticed how the royal sisters' manes seem to flow forever.
     


     
    Yes?
     
    Their hair flows all the time. Cadence's doesn't. And neither does Twilight's.
     
    Now before I move on, I have to point out that since their manes flow like they do, I always expected them to be kinda water-like. Like, if I were to run my hand through Luna's mane, I would expect to pull it out and it would be all wet. Which would probably make bathing for them kinda awkward.
     
    Tia: Luna!! Can you get me a towel!
    Luna: Sure thing sis!
    "Thanks!"
    *a few seconds later..*
    "Luna!! Can you bring me another towel?"
    "Fair sister, we have already bro't to thee a towel. Thou require another?"
    "Yes."
    *a few more seconds later*
    "Luuuunaaaaa...I need another towel!"
    *Luna opens the door* "What could you possibly be doing in---Mother of God..."
    There is a mound of soaking wet towels on the floor and Celestia, in tears of terror and confusion, is vigorously rubbing the towel through her hair trying to dry it
    "I don't know what's happening Luna!! Make it stoooooooop!!!"
    "Hold on, Celestia! I'll call somepony!!"
     
    The rest is open to interpretation lol
     

     
    So anyway, since I always thought that their hair was liquid-like, it felt kinda weird to see Pip pull on her hair. It's freaking adorable but also kinda weird. I expected there to be a splash of some kind
     
    Anyway, back to what I was saying (now that the rabbit has been chased)
     
    I think it's because there is a special shampoo that only the royal sisters have access to. To have the flowey hair doesn't require one to be a princess. You just need their shampoo.
     
    This is possible. Remember when Luna was no longer Nightmare Moon? How her hair was...normal? She hadn't had the royal flowing shampoo in 1,000 years. And Nightmare Moon's hair flowed because it was powered by evil nightmare magic. The next time we saw Luna, she had flowing hair. Chances are she took a bath between her transformation and Luna Eclipsed.
     
    Now, you might ask, "Where does one find this shampoo? From what would it be made?" A very astute question, young student!
     
    Have you ever read "Rainbow Factory?"
     
    Rainbow is just another term for shampoo in Equestria. Rainbow Dash? Yeah, she's also called Shampoo Dash. She's the mascot for Head & Shoulders. It's her second job. She's gotta be able to pay for all that Daring Do merch somehow and, let's face it, being a weather pony doesn't pay well.
     
    Now regular shampoo doesn't have the magical ability to make a pony's hair flow like the shampoo from Rainbow Factory. They have to grind fillies and colts up to make it because they're magical. And only ground up fillies and colts can make special hair flowey shampoo.
     
    I kid, of course...
     
    But now that I think of it...what if Rainbow Dash got a hold of their shampoo...?
     
     
     
     
    Anyway, I feel like this sums up today's blog entry quite nicely.
     


  10. lomk
    This isn't advice for waking up earlier. Because why would you want that? No. This is a blog because I hate my body right now. And I am going to piss and moan. If you don't like pissing and moaning, then you've been warned.
     
    Tomorrow was supposed to go perfectly! I was going to go to bed early, wake up early, have my morning cup of coffee, go for an early morning stroll, watch the news, re-iron my clothes, cook breakfast...I was gonna do all this by 8 am because I was going to wake up at 5 am. I was going to have a very productive morning so I could feel my best for an interview at 10 am. And I have to drive about an hour and a half to get there. And on top of that, I promised to take my girlfriend out to lunch tomorrow. It was going to be a fun trip to the city and another job opportunity for me to explore. It was shaping up to be a great day tomorrow!
     
    Tomorrow was going to be perfect until my body decided to say LOL FUCK YOU I WANT STAY UP AND DO ALL THE THINGS!!!!!!!
     
    So I have been lying in bed since 9 pm. As of writing this, it's roughly 2:30 am, give or take a few minutes. I can't get comfortable or cool enough though it's freezing in here by the standards of many. My back started hurting for no reason whatsoever. And I just feel zero percent tired. I have lied in bed in the dark and silence for over five hours, and I cannot sleep at all. I have tried everything short of chloroform, and my body is fighting sleep like the heavyweight title is on the line.
     
    I JUST WANT TO FUCKING SLEEP!
     
    So here's a message to all you people who have a problem sleeping in but you don't like it. Please enjoy that. It's kind of a curse, but it's also a blessing. You can actually sleep. Because you can be on the other side of the fucking spectrum like me - insomniac. There is nothing good about that.
     
    So instead of my perfect day tomorrow, I'm not looking at the possibility of sleeping only three hours. I just cut a sleeping pill in half with the hope that the lowered dosage of sleeping medication will not impair me in the morning, but now I run the risk of actually sleeping past my interview. If I don't sleep in, I'm going to be very tired or maybe impaired enough that I shouldn't drive my car. At which point, my better judgment should kick in and I'll cancel my interview. If I feel good enough to drive, I'll still be tired and lack of sleep ruins your ability to focus, which is only compounded by my ADHD so I still run a greater probability of getting into my first car accident (though I've been a licensed driver for over 5 years, and I've been driving for about 11 years now). So yeah. I might die. In that case, at least I had fun on my journey to achieving room temperature. If I do make it, I'm probably gonna fall flat on my face at the interview and not get the job, which would make me feel horrible. If I don't fail the interview, I still promised to take my girlfriend out to lunch, and I don't like to go back on promises; however, this one isn't such a big deal as I know she'll understand.
     
    So if you have a problem sleeping in or sleeping too much, cherish that. Because you could have had insomnia instead.
  11. lomk
    I should have sorted this stuff sooner. Really. Now I have a 4 inch stack of papers that I'm going to have to sort through. I'm going to say about 75 - 90% of it is trash. But I don't know where the important documents are in this monster stack.
     

     
    This is why we throw things away when they become unimportant instead of letting them pile up over 2½ years...
     
    Note: the markings on the cardboard are accurate. I would have used my ruler but it's made of stainless steel and it's very reflective. Doesn't take pictures very well.
  12. lomk
    I guess this is a picture of the phone in question. And in case you haven't heard of it yet, link!
     

     
    Now I'm not going to say I'm not guilty of doing this myself. It was actually probably about last year that I stopped doing this.
     
    It stemmed from me being protective of my phone. When I was a teenager, I would want to use my phone later than I should have been. I started putting it under my pillows when my parents would come into my room and check my messages and see how long I was up talking to my girlfriend at the time. If it was after 10 pm, I'd lose the phone. And they could usually tell when I deleted messages to cover it up.
     
    Back then, you could put a phone under your pillow and get away with it. My phone (when I was 16) was a Motorola RAZR ve20. At that time, flip phones were kind of the standard phone. Everyone had em. Unless you were rich and you had an iPhone. When I was a teenager, the iPhone was a superpower, but its processor only clocked at 412 MHz. Processors back in the day just didn't get as hot since they weren't clocking so high.
     
    These days, the processor in my phone (1.9 GHz) clocks higher than the one in my laptop (1.4 GHz), and the laptop actually uses active cooling! Phones are much more active than they appear. It might look like they're doing nothing while in standby, but they can be doing tons of things at once, which engages the processor. It doesn't help that phones have to use passive cooling (because nobody wants a phone that uses a fan). Just sitting there, a phone doesn't get very hot, but if it's doing something, it's putting off a little heat. Insulate that with your pillow, and that heat will build up over time until...well...this happens.
     
    It looks to me like the phone got really hot under the pillow and the battery swelled, causing the fire.
     
    Here's the thing: just don't put your phone under your pillow. The things are way too powerful to be doing that anymore. Even if you don't start a fire like this, you can still cause damage to the internals of the phone and shorten its life. And this isn't a common sense thing at this point. She's only thirteen so you can't expect her to know much about the way these things work, but maybe she won't do that anymore.
  13. lomk
    I've been pretty inactive here lately. I've got a lot going on. It's been good and it's been bad. Right now, I'm not having the best of days.
     
    First of all, I graduated college about a 3 weeks ago. I now have a BBA in accounting. Since getting my degree, I've been looking for work at many accounting firms. They either weren't hiring or they interviewed me only to never give me a call back. As it is, I am still jobless, looking for work.
     
    I talked to my mom today, and she said it probably wouldn't be a bad idea for me to take work at wherever I can find it. If that means being a waiter or a carhop for the summer, then that's what it might have to be in the meantime. She told me that it would be nice if I could find something applicable to my degree, but I might have to swallow my pride and this attitude that I've been wearing that "I didn't just get my 4 year degree to stock shelves or deliver food." Admittedly, I've been doing that. But wouldn't you feel the same way if you put in 4 years and thousands of dollars to your education?
     
    I did get an interview today. But I think I botched it on one question. Some people are telling me that I'm just being too hard on myself and my interviewer probably knew I was very nervous. It's true. I need a job right now.
     
    I need a job because recently, my Prelude finally decided to have major trouble. It's in the shape where it can be driven, but it's not fit to be driven. I jumped a small connector the other day so the check engine light would give me some codes. I got 8 (bad TDC sensor), 67 (bad catalytic converter), 80 (bad EGR valve), and 70 (auto transmission malfunction). As far as the transmission goes, it seems to work just fine. As for everything else, I'm looking at fixing it all. I need to. And it'll be cheaper than buying a new car, which I can't afford to do right now.
     
    I guess it's not all bad. I did graduate with honors (cum laude - my grade point average was 3.57) and I have a beautiful girlfriend now. I can find solace that while I once thought I was perpetually single, I now have someone to call mine.
     
    It's not looking so great right now.
     
    ...Welcome to adulthood, Space Woona...
     
    I guess once you hit the bottom, the only way to go is up. I'm ready to advance. Hopefully this summer quits sucking soon.
  14. lomk
    So I just had the most awesome awkward moment ever.
     
    I'm sitting on my couch, funning around on MLP Forums (of course...because where else would I waste hours upon hours of my life?), when all of a sudden, I hear this noise. Imagine an injured child crying his lungs out. That's about what it sounded like to me at first.
     
    So, puzzled and kind of worried, I opened my door and stepped outside to figure out what the hell was going on. Turns out it was a cat
     
    But I kid you not, the instant I opened my door, three other doors open up simultaneously. Turns out all of my neighbors had the same idea to figure out what that noise was
     
    So what do we do? After we see the cat, we just start chatting. It's below freezing. We're in pajamas/shorts (because it's 8:05 PM). And the wind is blowing like a bat out of hell like it always is here. The four of us just stand there and have this weird conversation about cats, puppies, web servers, and the weather for a few minutes. Then awkward silence. About 15 seconds of it. Then one of them says, "Well I'm going back inside."
     
    "Yep."
    "I'm outta here."
    "Peace."
     
    Ten minutes later, I'm still trying to process this
  16. lomk
    What I'm consciously telling myself right now: "Go to bed, Space Woona. You have a difficult exam in the morning and you need to rest."
     
    What my ADHD is screaming: "♪♫AND I WULD WAKL FIEV HUNDRED MIELS AND I WOUL DWALK FIEV HUNEDRED MOAR!♫♫...."
     

     
    *sigh* story of my life.
     

     
    Well I'm gonna try to go to bed now.
  17. lomk

    Bored?

    By lomk,

    Be creative!
    Outside is the place to be!
    Read a book!
    Exersice a while!
    Do something useful or helpful!
     

     
    There are always ways to conquer boredom.
  19. lomk
    By now, it should be common knowledge that you're not supposed to leave kids in the car when you go somewhere. But the sad truth is that some of us forget that. In fact, in 2013, at least 44 children died because they were left in a hot car, and there have been 2 child deaths in hot cars in 2014 (source)
     
    I got a little curious. So now with summer coming up on us, I decided that I wanted to know exactly how hot it gets in a car in the summer.
     
    I live in western Oklahoma. Here, it gets really, really hot during the summer. Today, the temperature peaked out at 100°F (37.8°C). Keep in mind that today is only May 5. It's normal for it to get around 110°F (43.3°C) for weeks at a time during June through August.
     
    I picked a particularly warm and sunny day. Again the temperature is 100°F (37.8°C) and there isn't a cloud in the sky.
     

     
    Next, I had to pick a test subject. I used my own 2000 Honda Prelude
     

     
    And a measuring device. Previously, I used this to keep tabs on the temperature outside, but I got a newer and better one so I retired this old thing until I decided to experiment with it. This thing had been inside all day so that's why the temperature says only 76°F
     

     
    Now I wanted to prevent any bias that might have been caused if I left it out in direct sunlight so I put the probe in my glove compartment.
     

     
    At 1:43 PM, these were my readings:
     
    Indoor Temperature: 69°F (20.6°C) | Outdoor Temperature 93°F (33.9°C) | Car Temperature 91°F (32.8°C)
     
    Now, mind you, these temperatures were taken about 4 minutes after I placed the probe in my car. Also, note that in those four minutes, the temperature jumped from 76°F to 91°F. Quite a leap.
     

     
    I waited a number of hours to let the inside of the car heat up. At 5:04 PM (3 hours and 21 minutes later), these were my readings:
     
    Indoor Temperature: 71°F (21.7°C) | Outdoor Temperature: 100°F (37.8°C) | Car Temperature: 126°F (52.2°C)
     

     
    I would have checked it sooner to see how quickly it heats up to that temperature, but I've been studying for finals today and I wasn't able to check it all the time. I think it's safe to say it probably reached that temperature within an hour, though.
     
    I've been locked in a car when it's hot outside. When you're a kid, you don't always think with a level head like you can as an adult. Had I been thinking like my adult self when it happened to me back in 2003, I would have just opened the door. But when you're a kid, you don't want to get in trouble or be kidnapped.
     
    If you're a parent, you have absolutely no reason whatsoever to leave your child in the car. Which is worse? To put up with your kid being loud and hyper in the store or to find your kid dead in your car? At 126°F (52.2°C), someone could succumb to heatstroke within minutes
     
    If you're a parent, these numbers should be startling to you. If you've done this before, this should be a wake up call.
     
    The danger is real! Do not leave your children or pets in the car!
  20. lomk
    I'm at a loss for words.
     

     
    For the record, I LOVE Girl Scouts cookies. Especially thin mints. I don't buy them often. I bought some tonight and this was the first time I bought Girl Scout cookies in a couple years because when I buy Girl Scout cookies, I make them disappear. Anyway, I just saw a commercial for it on TV so it HAS to be real.
     
    You guys, if I see this stuff at the store, I'm buying all of it. Then I will go home and drink coffee by the gallon.
  22. lomk
    I remember a conversation I had with my great-grandmother a few months ago...you have to keep in mind that old people aren't just made old. There was a time when even they were young and into the pop culture of their own times. My great-grandmother is going to be 91 years old in a couple of weeks. She was born in 1923. When she was my age, the biggest performers were Woody Guthrie, Gene Autry, and Hank Williams. in the 1940s, when she was in her 20s, the biggest genre in music was country. As time progressed, however, a new kind of music emerged. When she was in her 40s and 50s in the 1960s and 1970s, rock n' roll was taking over all the radio stations. She lived during the rise of bands like Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, and Black Sabbath.
     
    You know what she thought of rock n' roll?
     
    Garbage.
     
    She hated it. To her, it wasn't music. Rock (and especially harder rock) sounded like garbled noise to her. You see, there was a point in time when the bands that we have come to hold as some of the greatest groups of all time were also hated by people who weren't familiar with it or didn't catch on with it. Meanwhile, the kids of the time loved that kind of music for the most part.
     
    She also didn't like disco because she felt it was immodest.
     
    I'm not defending modern pop music by any means. But do watch out. In 30 years, today's pop artists will probably be considered awesome by many people all over. It will be regarded as "real music" while newer stuff on the radio will be looked down upon by that same group just because it's the thing at the time. And in 30 more years the same thing will happen. I will pretty much promise it.
     
    As far as I go, however, I was born jamming to rock. I grew up on Alice in Chains, The Cure, Smashing Pumpkins, Metallica, Nirvana, Foo Fighters, AC/DC, Ozzy, Steve Miller Band, and Matchbox Twenty, among many other artists. I don't care much for today's pop music but I don't look down on you if you enjoy it. Because one day what I listen to will be considered "oldies" and what is on the radio today will be considered "classic hits" while new garbage plays on the radio waves. Just watch it happen
  23. lomk
    Okay, guys. I’m starting a blog where I write out the weird dreams I might have from time to time. I won’t be writing here every day because I don’t always write my dreams down. Note that for literary purposes or JUST BECAUSE IT’S MY DREAM AND I WANT TO ADD A FEW DESCRIPTIVE DETAILS HERE AND THERE, what you see will not be what I originally noted. Because you forget dreams quickly. When I write my first draft, I have only the most important details, which are mostly just events. When I go back, I will then create the environment, while trying my best to stay true to the integrity of my dreams. Finally, be aware that any names I mention in these will have been changed from the names I know in real life to protect the identities of the people I know IRL. That said, let’s get this going.
     
    HEADS UP: My dreams might have some language in them. Mostly English. You might also see some swearing in here. Viewer discretion is advised.
     
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    The bitter wind cuts straight through my coat. It was almost as though I wasn’t wearing one. At least I had the sun hitting my back, keeping it some kind of warm. I had to go to this other town. For some reason, I wasn’t driving my car. The total trip would have been about 30 or so miles walking. Why was I doing it? I don’t know. I don’t know what compelled me to go for such a demanding walk, but I did it anyway. About halfway into the walk, I pull out my trusty map to make sure I’m headed the right way. I’m making great progress, but the wind kicks up and I lose my map. Great.
     
    I forge on.
     
    Eventually I get lost and I cannot figure out where I am. I stumbled upon this house. It wasn’t a very nice house. It was tucked away in a wooded area in the countryside. There were children’s toys scattered throughout the yard. Off to the left was a barn with some rusted cars sitting outside. I thought this was where I was supposed to go. Like this is where I was walking. I don’t remember why I was even going to a house in the first place, but I just walked right in without knocking. Perhaps I was told to do that? I removed my coat and hung it on a hook. Then I sat at the kitchen table. And waited.
     
    Suddenly I felt a sting on my back. Like blunt force caused by a small object. I try to determine the source when I feel it again. After a few minutes of searching, I found this little kid (maybe 7 years old) with a pellet gun. It hurt like hell, and I figured that if someone wanted me there, they wouldn’t leave their kids there or even have kids at a place like this in the first place. It was pretty much a shack! I get up to retrieve my coat, but it’s gone. It turns out another little kid (who may be a couple years older) has it and is running away with it. I’m scrambling about trying to get my coat from Little Shit 2 while trying not to get shot by Little Shit 1.
     
    After a couple minutes of tumbling around, my brother Grant walks in. Now Grant never came with me. As far as I knew, he was at home. And I was quite a way out. I had been walking a long time. So why he was there left me confused. But I wasn’t complaining because we did get my coat back.
     
    We walk away from the house toward my brother’s car. I told him that I didn’t think anyone was home. I was right….kind of. As we’re walking down the road, an Audi is driving toward us. We get on opposite sides of the road. The car stops in between us, and the rear windows roll down. There is a Hispanic man in the backseat. He is wearing a nice suit and smoking a cigar.
     
    “What are you doing at my house?...Last time I checked, this wasn’t your house. This was mine…now…You’re being very disrespectful by being at my house without my permission. And I have kids, hermano. That worries me. Now…please enlighten me…why are you at my house?”
     
    Then he tells me to walk behind the car to the other side. When I do, it starts backing up. Fast. I reacted quickly and jumped out of the way. He laughs, “There you go…doing this shit again…coward.” It must have pissed him off, but he didn’t get time to start yelling at me because a bunch of men were walking toward us carrying a variety of melee weapons. Axes, baseball bats (some with nails driven through them)…I thought I was going to die so I blurted out, “Oh God…we are so dead…”
     
    The man in the car said, “No. Not yet, anyway. These fuckers kidnapped me once.” Maybe they were a rival gang?
     
    Grant and I looked at him and shrugged our shoulders. “Oh. Okay then.”
     
    The man gets out of the car and starts shooting the other men. They had evidently not considered this man having a gun because they started rushing him with their melee weapons.
     
    However, Grant and I didn’t stay around for the action. We used the opportunity while he was distracted to run away.
     
    And that’s when I woke up.
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