Dinosaurs are Sexy

(Apparently…)

So Recently I’ve gotten a huge YouTube cush on DanIsNotOnFire and AmazingPhil, and one of the videos they’ve done together is this one:

And the sequel HERE

So, since I’m in Halifax with a friend, we decided to go onto a dating app (a free one, obviously) as this dinosaur:

Dina_Rawr is, unsurprisingly, a dinosaur...

Dina_Rawr is, unsurprisingly, a dinosaur…

Sexy, I know…

Everyone else on Plenty Of Fish agree.

It’s kind of weird.

Siobhan and I had fun with the profile, our alternate identity of Dina_Rawr.

to give you an idea of what we were like as Dina, here’s the ‘about me’ that we wrote up:

I feel taller than I am (If you know what I mean), and sometimes feel displaced in time.
I’m an herbivore but am willing to have a little meat every once in a while 😉
I love it when a guy has a sense of humour, especially if he can spot a subtler joke and roll with it.
I also love it when a guy has a *firm* knowledge of dinosaurs.
(we were prepared to roll with the people confused :D)
We were athletic, we were sexy, we were young (decided to stick to born in 1993 since they didn’t have anything close to the Jurassic Era…), and we were astonishingly popular!
Seriously, for ‘Profession’ we put “Being a Dinosaur” and guys were like “Oh my GOD it’s a FUCKING DINOSAUR!” and a little strange part of their brains went “Gee, I would love to fuck a dinosaur…”
And some of them went about it by trying to be as sexy as possible via text (many times reusing jokes we made up for the profile), some decided to forgo all that nonsense and sent a request to meet up (because who has the time for conversation when there’s a dinosaur on the internet?), or else a classy “Hey, wanna chat?” along with a picture of their penis…
(My god there were so many O_O)
And some… well, the decided to use,  you know, actual conversation.
This usually went well (unless it degenerated into surprise penis pics), and one guy was so awesome I wish I could find his profile, he was just about horrifyingly witty 😀
If he ever finds this blog, (you said you were also interested in being friends, had your skype address in your profile, and said you didn’t know much about archaeology and gave an a-d list of things you knew… you’re awesome by the way…)
Of course there were people who thought we were just playing, and asked for “A picture with a little less scales”, so we sent this:
"LOL a pic of me and my old bf :)"

“LOL a pic of me and my old bf 🙂 He was a bit unBEARable at times…”

Or, if they asked for body pics, we sent this:
"How's this? Me in bed ;)"

“How’s this? Me in bed ;)”

It was kind of amazing.
Some people didn’t have a sense of humour, and some played along pretty well 🙂
But seriously, it’s crazy how many people were (and actually are still) messaging us… at most, we had 83 messages happening by this morning. Right now, there are 74 messages pending.
Seriously, I hadn’t thought people would be so attracted to dinosaurs…
BONUS: An example on the kind of humour that was being displayed…
One guy said I should go into hiding because there were some meteorites happening in Russia, and I thought that was pretty clever. I mean, current events??? What?
So I said “Oh, you shouldn’t worry about me… I’ve only just come out of my hipster phase. That’s probably why you haven’t heard of me, I was underground.”
I seriously suggest you try it, it’s super fun 🙂

It’s One of Those Ages

I turned 19 on February third of last year (2012). And now I’m 20.

(SURPRISE!)

But…

19 is one of Those ages, I’ve figured out…

Those ages, in case you’re wondering, are usually ages in which it’s hard to multiply to get without 1 being one of the multiples.

You know, 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23 etc, etc, etc…? I’m probably missing a number in between that, but…

Well, from what I can figure out, most of these numbers are significant ages to be, either to parents or to society or to you, as you are at that (or before that) age. It is from these ages you compare yourself to your younger self.

A baby turning 1 year old is a landmark in aging. But, like with dogs and pets in general, it’ll probably be until that baby is close to or past the 2 year mark before your age will be measured by years consistently, rather than by months.

If you ask Lexy how old Gwynn is, she will respond with “Almost three” or “Three in March” but once, for a while, she used wild numbers like 13/14/15/… months old.

It was a strange time that made me have to think a moment as I subtracted 12 from that number, and then… wait no, that would make him…

Ah.

(You redevelop math skills like this when you get a pet, or a baby, by the way. You don’t realize how much simple math you’ve lost until this time comes)

Turning 3 seems like an important age to me, as it is the first year after you’re two, giving you one full year of being referred to by year-age rather than by month-age. I don’t have a baby, and Gwynn is not yet 3, so I wouldn’t be able to tell you any other significance, except that maybe at the 3 year mark Gwynn, and possibly babies in general, will have learned a few new tricks.

Perhaps he will have learned not to go ape-shit over cats.

Unlikely, but a hopeful possibility.

5 seems to be that age that you’re constantly hearing/reading/seeing children being thereabouts. They are either almost 5 or are corrected to that they are only 5, not six for a couple of months yet. Or, they “Justh turned thixth”(say with clear lisp) and have likely lost a tooth. 5 is that age that you just want to BE. You never hear about your inner 4-year-olds or 6-year-olds. That’s because 5 is infinitely better than either of those.

Because you’re FIVE.

Later in life you will find out that you like fives even better, especially when learning your times tables, and find out that multiplying 5 is even easier than multiplying by 2’s.

But enough about 5’s, let’s move onto 7.

7 is important for a number of reasons, and not just because Voldemort had 7 Horcruxes and you always forget the last one or two from the list you try to keep in your mind, and not just because it was one of the most important numbers I learned because Mom sat me down and had me learn the days of the week. This was when I once thought that it was the weekend on a Wednesday based wholly on the fact that the alarm hadn’t gone off. 7 is important because you can finally leave 5 behind.

The memory of 5 is an immature phantom of a memory, filled with scuffed knees, grass stains, hair pullings and crying for no good reason. You have moved past the age of 6, even, with all the reminders of being 5 being brought up, and you are now free to luxuriate in your maturity and lording your advanced age over those stuck in the vortex that happens around 5.

Writing down your age becomes a skewed checkmark of age and maturity, writing it in letters gives you the chance to write a ‘V’ for something other than ‘GIVE’, and you take something from that and maybe think if there’s a number out there that has an ‘X’ in it, or maybe a ‘Z’ because you really don’t get to use those that often.

Of course, Lexy has a friend she’s known from childhood whose name is Aziza.

I doubt she had thoughts like these.

(I think I stopped having this wonder for the letter ‘Z’ when I realized fully that one of my middle names could be spelled with a ‘z’ and decided to spell it as such, and it was only in the past couple of years that I have confirmed that on my birth certificate the possible worry of being an Elisabeth Rose was left for the certainty of being an Elizabeth Rose. Because I’m trying to be as honest as I can be while on the Internet, I’m going to admit that for a while there I think I was overzealous and decided I was an Elizabeth Roze)

(It made sense at the time…)

While moving on to 11 I am going to stop for a moment and take away the notion that 9 or 10 are important figures.

9 is a multiple of 3 and while it may seem mysterious by being almost as hard as your 7 times tables, it is not. You are past the smaller vortex (in comparison to 5) of 7 and are next to the little ball that is 10.

10 is insecure but vicious. If 9 tries to pull weight, it simply rolls over and squashes 9 with the fact that 10 is better than 9. 10 has 2 numbers.

It’s Double Digits.

9 can’t get past that. If you’re 9 YOU can’t get past that.

You must remember here that I’m not making up personalities for numbers, this is how I half remember/half imagine a child’s mindset is like. I wrote a great deal of my Harry Potter fanfiction “It’s Green” going on this, and managed to get a number of reviews on my realistic and odd young Harry… Which is flattering, but also makes me think that I won’t be able to write the personality of anyone over the age of 11…

And that would suck.

Back to numbers.

10 is insecure because while it has lorded its double digits-ness over 9 and occasionally 8, it IS right next to 11.

As grand as entering the double digits of age is, it’s not nearly as awesome as moving past that pinnacle to a new height of age.

11.

10 has the misfortune of having a zero in it.

Zeroes, as we have been taught in school, means nothing.

10, as great as it is, is written down as a 1 and a 0, a something, and a nothing.

11 has the amazingness of being the first number in the double digits that doesn’t have a 0 in it. 11 is also when you leave all the 9’s behind, because you are beyond being 10 and have no time to play with babies. Because that is what anyone is if they are still stuck within the limitations of the single digit of age, at least compared to you.

12 year olds matter nothing unless you yourself are a 12-year-old with other 12 year olds, or you are a 12-year-old who knows or encounters a 13-year-old.

Because, a 13-year-old was once… not a teenager.

But is one for the next 7 years or so.

(it’s hard to shake that image from The Adult’s minds)

Yes, when you turn 13 you are experienced in the ways of the double-digit-age enough to be accepted into the ranks of teenagerhood.

I imagine it’s very much like being accepted into street gang. Or maybe the Mafia.

It’s dark, it’s dirty, you are going to be introduced to a whole slew of sights, experiences, smells that you would have liked to be spared from, you will meet people who you may not like but are now part of different rules, ones that will remember you if you report them to the authorities of the Parentals… the ones from their district or yours, it matters not, they will remember and do their best to repay in kind or else find some other way to return the favour.

They will shank you for your candy…

And give bald-faces lies to the Adults about what happened, and you can say nothing.

I know (for the most part) that that’s not how it works, not exactly, but if someone can come up with a better example of what you are getting yourself into by unknowingly agreeing to join this… group… well. Feel free to step forward with your own post, and link me 🙂

But, regardless of your newby status, Parents will expect just a bit more from you, as the Responsible Teen you are, perhaps playing on your sense of new duty and responsibility to get you to do more around the house, set a ‘good example’.

This is an important stage in your life.

The next is 17.

I think that people will think that 16 should be one of Those ages, but aside from “Sweet 16” what is there, really? You can now get your driver’s license… Wonderful.

Due to new laws (at least in Ontario) you must wait a full year after getting your G1 to get your G2. You will be 17 when you are even remotely close to getting your real license.

17 is important for more than this real license, though, and it’s the reason why, in Canada at least, 18 is only really important if you’re in (or, I guess, beside) Quebec.

17 is when you’re preparing yourself for the fact that you will soon have to take the consequences for things that may or may not get you into serious trouble.

18 is when you are putting to use all these thoughts or concepts of responsibility, but 17 is for where you can get paranoid.

It’s about this time when you also have to start thinking about the Future… about University and College, what your major will be, what you want to do with THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

It’s scary.

Feel free to feel paranoid.

Be afraid.

It’s be a whirlwind, gale forces of GRADESGRADESGRADES whipping around you, sharp rocks of EXPECTATIONSEXPECTATIONSEXPECTATIONS will give you shallow cuts that sting, and you’ll be desperately trying to stay near the eye of the storm.

You’ll be desperate to stay there, because there’s always that possibility that the winds and rocks will chuck you any which direction, and you could land anywhere.

It’s not likely it’s going to be a place you like.

A few will actually be able to stay in the eye of this storm… until they’re turning 18 that is.

Those who have been struggling to stay near the centre will have gained endurance, will have scouted were they could land, and will have calmed down some by this time, but those who were suddenly jolted from their place at the Eye…

Well shit it’s scary being plucked from your comfortable place, isn’t it?

17 is the slightly more significant time, I think, and if you think it’s actually 18…

Well, of course you’d think so.

17 is desperately gripping at 18 and trying to stay grounded in that shit-storm as drama and grades get thrown around in school, jobs and money problems biting at tender unprotected areas like vicious mosquitos, and 18 is freaking out.

17 has already screamed itself hoarse, why else would 18 be louder?

For those who have later birthdays, it IS 18 that’s scary, but I’m talking from my own experience, so stick with me okay?

19…

Well 19 is scary.

And fantastic if you happen to live somewhere that the drinking age is 19.

Like, perhaps… ONTARIO???? Or Canada… (I live there, whaddya know…)

I was in luck while in Ottawa in that Hull (sketchy part of Quebec, drinking age 18, sketchy party/club central for the underages of Ottawa), in that for the few months before my birthday I could get alcohol, and afterwards I could still go out drinking with my friends whose birthdays were in Oct-Dec, and so were less than legal in Ottawa.

(I’m not saying anything about having an apartment-style res and being legal in a group of under-aged friends. Also, yes, 2+2=4)

But yeah, 19 means first year uni/college, or else it means succeeding in surviving first year, or not.

(Me? Kind of not, but I’m working on getting back in that tipped canoe, it’s a bit hard, but I’m doing it)

It means you’re trying to find the friends you’ll likely be closest with for the next four-or-so years, making connections, keeping your head above water and clothes the least wet…

Stressful.

But a very important time.

20…

Well, I’m only turning 20 now (Happy Feb 3rd everyone! Happy Birthday to me!), so I don’t know how it’ll pan out, but I have hopes.

I feel like I’m significantly more mature (Maybe… My mom would laugh, as would Lexy and maybe just about everyone who knows me), but it could just be because now I can say “I’m 20”

Because hell yes! I’m 20!

But on the other hand… I’m two decades old.

I feel like I should be whipping out cocktail dresses and be brushing off cobwebs at the same time.

This is said because of the two decades thing…

It’s not two centuries, no, but it’s a bulk unit of time.

Seconds, Minutes, Hours=Nothing.

Days, Weeks, Months= the make up of a year. So?

Decade= Impressive. That’s a bulk unit of time, the likes of which you haven’t been able to process by the time you’re 1 decade old. You have no idea.

Literally, for em, since i think I was still spelling ‘idea’ as ‘ida’ because I thought the ‘de’ in ‘idea’ was satisfied with just the letter.

No idea, I tell you.

(only Ida’s)

2 decades= 2 FREAKING DECADES! That seems like a lot! That’s MORE than ONE!

WOW!

Whoever can count their age by more than one decade is obviously super OLD!

And now I’m part of that group.

I’ve been kicked from the Teenager-Gang and have joined the Decade Group.

I don’t know what it’s going to mean for me, and I don’t know what it’s meant to other people…

I hope there are more cookies in this group though.

Happy February 3rd everyone!

 

Happy Halloween!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

*Lightning crashes and Thunder booms appropriately*

Good Evening…

And Happy Halloween!

So I spent all of today working on my pumpkin, and Lexy was smart and did it a couple of days ago.

Of course, she did so at a friends house, a carving party, so in my mind it was almost like forcing her to abandon tradition of doing it the day of or day before Halloween 😀

So here’s a treat and you get to see Lexy’s and mine pumpkins!

The main character girl from Brave! Can you see the intensity? (EDIT: Medusa 😀 Can still feel intensity, perhaps the feeling of someone trying to turn me to stone…?)

Skyrim character.
With an arrow in the knee.
Yes. I went there.

I almost had a heart attack earlier, when, from the front hall I could hear crunching noises. I looked over and saw Gwynn hunched over, about the area where I had just placed my pumpkin.

NO.

And no, it was him chewing on the stick of the arrow I’d shoved in the knee.

But still. Heart attack. It was a near thing.

Also, my Dad thought up something brilliant.

You know those big boxes of treats to hand out?

Separate each kind of candy into its own box (smarties, Aero, Coffee crisp, kit-kat), and then hand out the least popular first. We’re going by Smarties, Aero, and then kit-kat and coffee crisp.

We just finished Smarties.

Candyyyy……

Happy Halloween

Word Exchanges– Why not use Grumpy instead?

So, in general, if I find a word, or group of words, that can convey the same message as something a little more crass, I’ll use it.

It usually works for me, it’s usually understandable, and it means I have these words, or this word, to fall back on to be a bit more diplomatic.

Or, you know, can say this in front of children and the elderly without the brain-pinching panic of No-Wait-I-Take-It-Back!

Lately I’ve found myself even thinking these words, but I’ve found that some don’t translate… quite the same way.

And sorry, but this explanation is going to require these word replacements as well as the replacement-ee’s.

The word that seems to be getting lost in the exchange is my usage of ‘Grumpy’

Not THIS Grumpy, no. More like the emotion/attitude that is his namesake.

Usually I’m using this to tell people that yeah, in general, you seem a bit defensive, or sharp, or mean lately.

This does seem a bit juvenile, yes. It seems like the kind of thing that you would even ask a 5-year-old (or mockingly ask an adult) if they were being grumpy.

Perhaps even being a Grumpy Pants.

But add-ons to this have a variety of translations in my mind.

->”You’ve been a bit grumpy lately…”

Translates into

“Go take a nap or something… relax.”

->”Stop being so grumpy.”

Translates into

“You’re being mean. Stop  it.”

->”You’re really grumpy lately.”

Translates into

“You’re snapping at people like a wounded bear.”

->”Why are you so grumpy all the time?”

Translates into

“Stop coming after anything I say like a wounded bear with a chainsaw and a misdirected grudge!!”

->”You’re being really, really Grumpy right now”

Translates into

“You’re being a bitch. STOP IT.”

->”Someone’s grumpy then…”

Translates into 

“You are being so mean right now you’re making me angry, don’t bug me right now”

->”Well I guess we all know who’s the grumpy one right now…”

 Translates into 

“You are being horrible, leave me alone so I can seethe, or I’ll bite you in the FACE! Like a SHARK!”

And usually it goes on from there, until it gets back into some swearing, varying in intensity while sounding vaguely the same, like:

“Well that was bitchy…”

Which Equals

“Why would you say that you horrible person! That was hurtful!”

to

“You’re being a bitch right now. A huge one.”

Which Equals

“I AM A WOUNDED BEAR WITH TWO CHAINSAWS AND A SHARK WHO WILL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF! Stop poking me with a stick dipped in acid and burning with the flames of your bad day/week.”

(a rough translation)

The shark is behind you, waiting for my signal.

So yeah, grumpy sounds preschool, but it’s unusual enough in conversation that it usually makes people stop and reevaluate the conversation thus far, and sometimes other conversations they’d had that day.

It also results in come-backs like “What are you, a child?”, said with such scorn it could peel upholstery from furniture and varnish from wood.

Other such grumpy responses are also the norm, but, after that, reflection usually happens, and I find that people can’t NOT feel like maybe they should think things over after they spew their vitriol at someone who uses words like ‘Grumpy’.

So really, I think it works, even if people sometimes don’t understand that I’m not being childish OR patronizing when I say they’re being grumpy.

Because really, we’re all a little Grumpy every now and then.

Musical Mondays – Peter Hollens A Capella

I really want to play Skyrim.

Like, really really, it’s so cool!

I had this desire renewed from it’s lull after watching another Lindsey Stirling video, but the video was also by Peter Hollens (who is By the by, AMAZING and does a capella), and his stuff was introduced to me as well.

So here is the Skyrim video that I have been listening to so much of lately.

This is just full of amazing, and I hope you check out Peter Hollens and Lindsey Stirling, and HERE is a link to one of Peter Hollens Music videos. (Somebody that I used to know)

Hope you all enjoy! Have a nice Easter Monday, and My apologies for this coming out so late. I was just sending off my family from visiting me this long weekend.

Some Stupidity: Yahoo Answers/Questions

Two bouts of stupidity for you, as I try to get a slightly more serious post out-of-the-way.

Topic: Yahoo Questions and Answers.

2 things.

Thing #1:

I noticed, every time I looked at an answer on this, I saw that there was a ‘Best Answer –  Chosen by Asker’ on every answered question.

Who the hell is Asker?

I think it’s the capitals of Asker that made me think this was a person. I now know that it’s asker like the person who ASKED, rather than a name similar to an old classmate… I think his name was Askar? I can’t remember, but it was close enough to ‘asker’ that when I actually read and absorbed exactly what was being written there, I noticed that it was on EVERY answered question–or at least every question that had gone past it’s question due-date (when the asker sets for the question to be answered by in general)–and it didn’t make any sense as to why people were putting such weight into the top choice of this Asker figure…

I don’t know what made me clue in, but it was probably just one day I read it and actually understood it as it could also be.

So the mystery of who the hell Asker was and why they were so important was solved, and boy am I glad that I never ASKED someone about this oddity.

It’s fine admitting this now, as I now know my mistake, but I feel like the embarrassment of having to be informed of this…

And now the internet knows 😛

And as a bonus, HERE’s what I was recently Yahoo’ing to make me think of this. The milk expiration date is Feb 28, and it’s March 2nd, and while I know that the expiration date is only a BEST BEFORE date, Lexy has me paranoid of these things now.

Even after reading the Best Answer, I still did her test of pouring it into a cup first before risking cereal.

Lexy, this is not an attack, I just am weary of the possibility of off milk after finding a small carton of solid chocolate milk that my roommates had left in the fridge. (ink, read posts from bottom up to understand)

Okay, and Thing #2

This was a while ago, and in the timeframe of “I don’t care about the ‘real’ shows, I like cartoons ONLY–for the most part” sort of stage that I have moved from to embrace the “I like everything–for the most part” sort of stage I am in now.

I still watch a huge amount of anime online (can name a number of sites off the top of my head even), but I also look up episodes to ‘real’ shows…

So, when I went on an “I’m helpful and will answer questions on Yahoo Answers” spree when I was in I think grade 8 or maybe 9, I came across a question asking for where to find episodes of Dexter.

Dexter's Lab anyone?

I thought, hey, I wouldn’t want to watch that right now, but I know where they can look!

Found out later that Dexter is something different.

Very Different

To add to this, I found out late in Rangers, a program I took during the summer I was 17, that my answer made it onto 4chan. My dear friend S told me while laughing that she’d seen it posted there, and thought it was funny that she now knew it was from me…

Greeeeat…

And, I don’t know if this misunderstanding on my part bore this into the world, or perhaps someone else who was like “LOLZ Old Cartoon or New Show? MIXED” but the picture below makes me smile anyway.

 

And also worry that I started something that will bite me now that I’m fessing up to two Yahoo blunders.

So there are two things of embarrassment, now out to the internet, if anyone else has seen my ‘answer to the Dexter Query, please send me a link or something…

Bah, stupid younger me…

Always fun revisiting things like these 😛

Anyone else have any blunders?

Meet the Engineer

I know I mentioned a while ago that at one point in my high school career (read: 3.3/4 years) that I wanted to be an engineer.

Engineering is a bit of a joke in university, and when I was going around on tours to different universities FOR Engineering, I even heard a couple of people joking about how Engineering is the thing to sign up for if you’re good at math and science, but don’t know what you want to do.

For those reading this and shaking their heads, well, for those who don’t know what to do and re average at their school work, they sign up for General Arts.

For those who don’t know what they want to do but are good at English, you go into English.

For those who don’t know what they want to do but are good at art of some kind, they go into the specialty of that Art.

There are other examples that I could use, but I think the point has gotten across.

By the way, I DO know what I want to do at this point, which is WHY I went into Visual Arts. I want to restore art in museums… and recently I found out that there’s a burgeoning job pool for restoring old film.

But back to what I was saying…

My sister has told me over the course of the years that I wanted to be an Engineer that the Engineering department is the butt of a lot of jokes.

It is.

But she has also told me that the Engineers are the real party-ers, and has mentioned over the years that SHE studied to be an engineer that if one looked at the ratio between males to females… well…

There are a lot of guys. I think at one school I heard that last years engineering first years had only 17% female number.

I know a good couple of engineers here, but I don’t see them that often since there’s such a difference between our schedules.

But something else occurred to me recently, as one of my friends was raving about a favourite game of hers.

It’s a bit sexist sounding, but more males play video games than girls, on average.

I’m only saying ON AVERAGE.

I know plant of girls who play video games. I play video games. Now that I’m REALLY thinking on it, most of the people I know are female and play video games.

But back to what I was trying to say.

A friend plays this game, Team Fortress (1 and 2) a lot, and since I’m limited to what I can play by what my friends have while I’m at their home and by what I can find to play that I can play on a computer, I haven’t played this.

But she ‘ships’ a lot of the characters. Look it up, it’s circling the word ‘fandom’ in those-who-know-it’s mind.

So, I looked it up, saw that it looked amusing, and noticed that you could see these little clips for Team Fortress 2 as character introductions.

The ones I’ve heard the most of were Heavy and Medic, but I’ve also heard of Spy and Scout and Soldier too. But I found out about a character that I hadn’t heard of before…

And I don’t know why nobody has mentioned the guy to me yet.

The Engineer…

I freely admit that I’m writing this post right now so that I could show this to Lexy, and I’m writing now that if you (Lexy) don’t watch this short, less than 2 minute long clip, I will be very disappointed in you. Very much so. This made me laugh in ways that made me think, oh god, Lexy would love this, she’d get a real kick out of it, it’s so kind-of cliché but in such a way that it’s also kind of right in some cases…

Brings me back to a different kind of Engineering cliché, where we planned during our Creek Valley Adventure to move a not-log across the little stream-creek part we had such difficulty with, that we were going to make a bridge… just because. (P.S. look up my username on YouTube and see the sped up full version, will all of the film I shot during this Adventure)

I believe I mentioned that “It was [Lexy’s] Engineering instincts acting up”

But this video here made me think about how awesome Engineering actually is, even though it’s from a game, but because it’s cliché because that’s pretty much the mind of an Engineer.

I think it was an engineer who decided so-and-so many years ago that, instead of going around the canyon every time they wanted to get to a point, they would make their own path… a bridge.

Engineers are a rare creature indeed, that they will do an immense amount of work in order to be lazy.

That’s where cars come from.

And as much as I would like to leave this there, with that last line being the punch line, I would like to go further to point out that it was an artist who figured out the whole moving pictures deal, and engineers worked on TOP of that to bring you the television and, later, the computer. Also Video Games. 😀

Both of which are even bigger icons of laziness.

Yay Art.

ERTW (Engineers Rule The World) may be true, but Arts students are the uuber creative Mafia underneath it all.