My Last Post

Was totally gay. I wonder if I need to be more cautious with what I say considering my parents are the only ones who read this...seriously they have this bookmarked and everything.

I totally called into Atheist Experience and I was nervous like no other cause I'm lame like that. I'm listening to it right now and I'm surprised that I wasn't going um uhh but I kind of sound like Kent Hovind if anyone's been so lucky to hear his voice. Here's a link to the MP3 I'm on the very last six minutes, kinda. Pretty much I'm surprised I didn't sound as nervous and incoherent as I felt but I definitely need to work on clarity and speaking faster. The clarity part would have gotten more productive feedback with respect to Matt's response because I think he misinterpreted my question. However that was not his fault at all and I shoulda just called in earlier.

I'm thinking of calling into some creationists radio shows tomorrow, I've decided that I need to kind of throw myself into the arguing fire and attempting to out-argue people who essentially get paid to defend their convictions looks to be the perfect flames to jump into.

Plus I can hear recordings of myself after the fact and hopefully better myself not only in arguing but being able to assert a concise and coherent position in a setting which has me under pressure...

I think I'll end this hear cause I need to look up what's up with these creationist shows.

Regards,
Joe Creason

Dear Cute Girl who came up to Ask an atheist last Tuesday,

Come back! You were cute. Well I guess we're not doing the ask an atheist thing during the finals...but that just means you need to hang out near the physics building or math sciences or pretty much anywhere I have to stay at studying all day...

You knew what Bonobos are, that's hot and bad ass dammit.

How's this for a post, eh?

Regards,
Joe Creason

This is worth another post

I never considered moving to Norway until I saw this.
Regards,
Joe Creason

We all saw this coming

Regards,
Joe Creason

Officially a Science Major

1. So today I got an email from my department telling me that my major was officially changed from an Anthropology BA, to Anthropology BS. So yeah, it feels cool to be a science major officially on paper, and even more so in blog announcement-dom.

2. I figured that now is the best time to state what the hell my blog title means and what I want to do with my major, but I don't think I have enough time at the moment. I will give a brief summary and elaborate later.

3. I want to study primatology and or paleoanthropology. The two are complimentary of course since both have primates no matter what, in there as a proxy. But specific to my blog title, I want to study Red Colobus Monkeys.

4. Here is a wikipedia article on the Western RC, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_Red_Colobus

5. More later!
Regards,
Joe Creason

Dropping a Duece with Adolf

Moments ago I went to use the College Library restroom and saw a book resting above one of the sinks on the island of sinks in the middle of the room. That book only had in a neat reddish-orange lined box, HITLER visible.

I won't say anymore, I would ruin what I experienced if I did...

Regards,
Joe Creason

Man, you seriously....have a nice camera.

I just now edited a crapload of photos cause I met someone who is also into photography and it got me thinking about how I never ever take photos ever. And I don't see a reason why I don't still actively do it, I mean I actually do enjoy myself A LOT when I'm taking photos, and I'm always pissed off lately, I need to get that straightened out...

Anyways, here are the photos,

I moved to an apartment right across from a cemetery, the view is, to die for.*


Wildlife shot. No serious, this was captured in the wild, it wasn't behind a fence or nothing!


If you want to be pc, and don't want to offend your underwater dwelling chums, you'd be hip to refer to them as Sea Jellies. Not Jelly Fish, those went extinct years ago.


I'm not fully satisfied with the editing job I did on this one. So yeah, I am aware of it jerks!
Also it should be noted that this child was one of the few kids at the aquarium that Sam did not postulate as becoming some violent dictator when reaching adulthood.


Mike my first roommate here at UCLA doing a pretty good impression of me with a camera. I think this is the first time I'm no-bs saying it but the guy was the most annoying jerk to have as a roommate, auugh, UCLA really decided to pick every idea I had about going to a university and totally turn it into some backwards horrible reality that I now have to go through.


I like how cheesy this photo is.

I have more photos posted on my flickr but I figure I'll end with a photo of not one of my greatest moments. Why you ask? Well I answer such a question by first stating, dude calm down, I'm being facetious, God. But also it's rare that you get restrained by the Dark Knight and even rarer that you have a photo of such experience!


*I think you should be ashamed of yourself if you didn't find that to be a killer joke.
Regards,
Joe Creason

Things I forget about during my sleep binges...

I slept probably 30 hours straight starting Friday at 5 or 6 pm and had a lot of weird thoughts/dreams whilst doing so.

Because it is hotter than a hot machine on hot day working overtime cause the heater broke, (it was just hot as hell in my lair cause all the heat collects where I live) I probably went crazy during my almost two days of sleep.

Well the reason why I chose this as a topic of my blog is cause whilst sleeping at a family thing I went to earlier today, I had a dream that I should make a bunch of playlists for different themes. What's more is that I had a dream that I should post about making a bunch of playlists on my blog. Also, I'm not sure if I had a dream about having those dreams, or if I had a separate dream for each of those dreams or just one dream where I dreamed that I had a separate dream involving each of those dreams.

What was amazing about that last sentence was that halfway through it I stopped paying attention to what I was typing and then I reread it and it still makes sense in my mind because I really have no idea which situation I truly experienced.

My roommate is singing in the shower right now, dude it's like 1:24 am! People are trying to write bad blog posts!
Regards,
Joe Creason

No, seriously,

Regards,
Joe Creason

That might just be the case

I might just be sleep-deprived, depressed as all hell, sick, exhausted both mentally and physically, bitter, pissed, annoyed, frustrated, flustered, and absurdly miserable right now and that could be doing the talking here but I have one more final tomorrow before I officially finished a year of schoolin' at UCLA.

And it freaking sucked like no other. I haven't used this blog for anything new at all. I promise I'll write about monkeys and academic stuff, honest.

That stuff requires a less pissed off Joe though, colobines don't deserve such a character talking about them. I think the one thing I learned for sure is, monkeys are definitely more interesting than people. Why? People are douchebags' why.

Regards,
Joe Creason

Wearing only band shirts

Is definitely one of my best worthless habits I have chosen to maintain for the following 2 and a half reasons.

1. Whilst wearing my Final Fight shirt, I met kate on campus who also enjoys hardcore. UCLA doesn't have kids who listen to hardcore, I think it was against their policy or something and as a transfer I scammed my way in...

2. Just yesterday someone said nice shirt to me referring to my shirt! If you need more details, it was a punk-err punx! band named Ampere. At UCLA there are people who have heard of Ampere but they're Electrical Engineering majors and they know a different non-band Ampere, i.e. what amp is short for. Hey! I managed to squeeze in a science fact!
This one gets better cause said person Mallory also is good at photography, she's just so far pretty awesome but I think one more comment in regards to her will officially be creepy...ok it kind of is already I know.

and the Half. For this I was clad in a Swings Kids shirt and also by way of BASS met a good friend Vince. He made it obvious that he knew of the band and since then has made it very obvious that he knows of a lot of bands. Very.

Why half you say? That is a half short of one! Well Vince by way of not caring for Swing Kids later let me in on his thought of me based upon that shirt, that I was some douchebag Swing Kids fan.

Thus it follows that that was a total Dick-thought, -1/2.

Anyways, I am only blogging cause yeah, I never do.
Regards,
Joe Creason

I now put ZZ Top to Shame

Being Single

I complain about this a lot but hopefully I won't fall into that type of post tonight but yeah being single makes me have the ability to not deny the following,

I have a crush on every girl. Ever.

It's true, it's kind of interesting to think about because this is one of the few times I am aware of the power girls have over me. You it well ladies, don't get cocky and power hungry with it.

But seriously folks, my short attention span cannot handle stopping whatever I'm doing at a given time whenever I think, "Hey is she wearing sandals, or flats?" I need to make things count in this fast past world here!

I now see that saying anymore on this subject will be just straight-up, low-down complaining about girl problems which is really not necessary. Therefore, I shall wrap this post up.

To explain my blog title, I now possess the most manly beard ever. No, not really. Apparently people think that having really long, borderline-red colored patches of hair on my face look good on me. So far it makes me fear that people think I should have a goatee, and having one offends me so much people.

Stay clean, clear and in charge people.

Regards,
Joe Creason

I'm starting to do finger stretches

Seriously. It has reached the point where I take wayyy too many notes in class and when I study/do homework that my fingers on my right hand hurt like all hell. So pretty much every chance I remember to do so I'm gonna stretch out the fingers, get them little sweatbands, sleeveless t-shirts and maybe even some ipods to listen to while working out...

Anyways, Walking up to my dorm I saw a box of pizza abandoned on the railing of the stairs leading to the floor where my room is located. No on was around and it was I believe 20 minutes to 1:00 am so it was kind of odd...Then later a little bit before 2:00 am I saw just outside the laundry room a box exactly like the to-go boxes you'd get from In-n-Out just sitting right at the bottom of the door which opens to the laundry room.
This was even weirder and I finally figured out the most logical reason for both of these happenings!

A Victorian-era big-game hunter clad in safari clothes and cap with a bushy mustache and monocle has gotten tired with the pedestrian hunt of tigers and lions and evil hybrids of the two, and has decided the hunt the most deadly game of all: hungry college students.

I luckily wasn't hungry but next time I see a suspicious plate of fries on the ground or a bear-trap I'll give the gentlemen hunter a good time.

I was reminded that having a beard gives one the chance to hide their double-chin so I'm gonna try for one again. We Creasons have proud Native American blood coursing through our veins and therefore growing facial hair is impossible but dammit, I hate this double-chin!

Yeah, now that's a blog post!
Regards,
Joe Creason

If I wanted tattoos

I'd get science-ie ones. They're so cool and kind of bizarre. I definitely want an Evolution one or I drew one making fun of Michael Behe's Irreducible Complexity flagella example, I think I'll find that picture and post it...

Anyways, all of these I like but I still wouldn't get...maybe the African Sausage tree one.




I saw Expelled, Darwin is the reason why everything is wrong with this world. That dick.

I'll post more later.
Regards,
Joe Creason

And I can't even pronouce it...

PZ Myers' blog except for Alan's blog, is probably the only actual blog I read folks.
http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/
So quickly has he become my favorite skeptic.
I will post more, but right now I'm miserable and I refuse to livejournal this blog up know what I'm sayin?

Regards,
Joe Creason

I know this is old, but screw it.

Don't worry, the shark was okay.
WHAT? I haven't posted in a while I know...can't you see I'm just not driven to put effort in this thing right now?

Regards,
Joe Creason

Home Alone IX, Kevin is left alone, again, in the DORMS!

Before going to work today I was walking up a large outdoor stairway containing a bunch of high school students field-trippin' UCLA. I had a teacher come up to me at the top of the stairway and say to me, "Do you think we can't see your headphones?" He might have said 'I can't see..." I was in fact, wearing my headphones so I didn't hear him too well. He then continued to say, "Oh wait, your not my student" as I was taking off my headphones to ask him to restate what he said, which I ended up doing so as he made the just mentioned statement.

I then asked, "Did you think I was your student?" to which he responded, "Yeah, are you a student here?" and I just said ye--look this story seemed more interesting in my head, right you really feel like all you do is state the obvious when you attempt to textualize a speech event like this wild and crazy one.

Argh, now I don't wanna talk about how old I look to people still.

I don't think I've mentioned this but I am pretty much spending Spring Break alone in the dorms. It's only me, Sam 'The Fightin' BASS Leg' Kim, and the repair and custodial fleet inhabiting the hill (For those not going to UCLA, that's what we use to reference the elevated area containing the residence halls. Also, for my international readers, ! !-ka!! Hun-nah-!!--You know what I'm talking about).

It's nice because my crazy parents aren't there, my douchey brother doesn't share the bathroom with me, I can control the heat/AC, and in contrast to if I were to stay at home; I can actually eat food here. The only food my house has is canned enchilada sauce (btw, I spelled enchilada right, on the first try!) and a motely crue of condiments.

But this isn't about me complaining about my parents and sibling and house, it's more about telling it like it is, or just complaining about my dorm really quickly before I go and put reference books away.

Now, I understand that yeah, it's Spring Break, it's the perfect time to fix up the place. But is it too hard to ask that the checking of every single fire-detector in my dorm-complex be held off until AFTER 10:00 am? Seriously, everything they decide to fix is scheduled prioritizing loudness first, and starts at 7:00 am.

I didn't sleep at all last night cause I was lame so I was lucky enough to miss out on my fire-detector going off at 8:45 am scaring the living crap out of me-awake. To make up for not doing so, it went off five freaking times within ten minutes, just to be fair you know?

Anyways, I do like being alone, not that I dislike my roommate either its just, I like to complain and been listening to old Loveline episodes and almost forgot what a well crafted misanthroporical rant can do for a truly bitter person.

More content later, I swear, Roy.
Regards,
Joe Creason

Blog Correction

My bad,
That term is too serious and I only reserve it for the moments that I truly mean them, my bad.

So I will not waste any of your time here is a link to the blog that I messed up.

In other news, I have no idea what my grades are still, I don't think they'll be fantastic but I see a pattern kinda with my first year at community college, and if I continue on that pattern the next two quarters are gonna be sweet!

Classes taking in the Spring:

Life Sciences 1

Calculus 3B

Human Evolution, Anthropology 121C

Teaching Badass-ness to Novices Honors

Ok, that last class I'm joking about, I've already passed it I know.

Also, what the hell does Google have against 'ok'? They don't like 'okay' or 'okey' or 'o-k' wait, they like 'o-k' what the hell! I mean, I thought okay was legit but not to Google, nooooooooo fascists.

Regards,
Joe Creason

By popular demand.

Well since there were so many fan emails on the subject I figured I would make a post in the time I had at the computer at my job before Deidre comes in, which is three minutes.

Darwin Day was a while ago but I need to post more of my photos and such so here are a few ok BASS club photos,
Sam, who is the leg of the club. We had a discussion and the reason why he's the leg is because if he were cut off from the club, would be hopping around on one leg, which leaves kicking ass virtually impossible.

Vince, the token music snob of the club, sadly his snobbery kicks my own in the balls.

Roy, president-not-mandated-by-Michael Shermer.

Deidre has been here for awhile, she needs to do her job.
Regards,
Joe Creason

Long Time, No Blog, baby

Quick updates to let you all know I'm still a live.

-still at UCLA
-still interested in becoming a primatologist
-although I haven't said much on this blog per se, still interested in photography
-still interested in math, to the point where I want to teach it to k-12 students whilst going to grad school, which is a bigggggggg maybe still.
-still street

I want to update this more, but I obviously will prioritize real life to this blog. I also want to talk about how I rationality-ly kicked a right wing wish-I-had-a-Fox News-show speakers ass last night and yeah. Even though I am I guess an adult now, it's still cool to me disproving an adult who's used to getting into arguments with others on points and having them seem like morons. Yes that basically means it's cool that I make jerks feel stupid, of course I'll elaborate later.

but now, Math!
Regards,
Joe Creason

Along with discussing the crap I mentioned earlier, I wanna start a collection of the most bad ass real people. I think I shall call the project, "Remembering Bad ass-ness" and it will consist basically postings of articles or military citations etc. detailing someone who is of notable bad ass-calibur.

The idea is not clever/original I know, but I feel like my expertise on the field would yield great material to add to my collection.

I was about to list some criteria, but I think that that list needs very careful consideration and many sleepless nights staying up with a team of researchers in order to even be a worthy criteria. So needless to say, another day I shall transcribe one.

Until then let me start with the person who acted as the catalyst for my decision to make this collection, and that man, man of Bad Ass-ness is Senator Jim Webb (pictured right).

I first heard of Jim Webb via The Daily Show and decided to wikipedia him to look up his military record (the reference on the show to him talked about how he served in Vietn--er, sorry, 'Nam). And I found out that he got the Navy Cross, second highest bravery medal for the Navy/Marines only to the Medal of Honor. Furthermore, the citation was available...

I will make bold the parts important to Webb's addition to the RBAnC*

"The President of the United States takes pleasure in presenting the Navy Cross to James H. Webb, Jr. (106180), First Lieutenant, U.S. Marine Corps, for extraordinary heroism while serving as a Platoon Commander with Company D, First Battalion, Fifth Marines, FIRST Marine Division (Reinforced), Fleet Marine Force, in connection with combat operations against the enemy in the Republic of Vietnam. On 10 July 1969, while participating in a company-sized search and destroy operation deep in hostile territory, First Lieutenant Webb's platoon discovered a well-camouflaged bunker complex which appeared to be unoccupied. Deploying his men into defensive positions, First Lieutenant Webb was advancing to the first bunker when three enemy soldiers armed with hand grenades jumped out. Reacting instantly, he grabbed the closest man and, brandishing his .45 caliber pistol at the others, apprehended all three of the soldiers. Accompanied by one of his men, he then approached the second bunker and called for the enemy to surrender. When the hostile soldiers failed to answer him and threw a grenade which detonated dangerously close to him, First Lieutenant Webb detonated a claymore mine in the bunker aperture, accounting for two enemy casualties and disclosing the entrance to a tunnel. Despite the smoke and debris from the explosion and the possibility of enemy soldiers hiding in the tunnel, he then conducted a thorough search which yielded several items of equipment and numerous documents containing valuable intelligence data. Continuing the assault, he approached a third bunker and was preparing to fire into it when the enemy threw another grenade. Observing the grenade land dangerously close to his companion, First Lieutenant Webb simultaneously fired his weapon at the enemy, pushed the Marine away from the grenade, and shielded him from the explosion with his own body. Although sustaining painful fragmentation wounds from the explosion, he managed to throw a grenade into the aperture and completely destroy the remaining bunker. By his courage, aggressive leadership, and selfless devotion to duty, First Lieutenant Webb upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and of the United States Naval Service."

Ok, not only did he push his buddy out of the way of the grenade, but he also SHIELDED HIS FRIEND FROM THE GRENADE EXPLOSION WITH HIS OWN FREAKIN' BODY. And, almost as if just for a little extra flavor, he shot at the guy who threw the grenade at the same god damned time.

I imagine some guy with his sleeves cut off at the shoulders stoically watching a grenade land in fron of him and his sidekick, look up, utter calmly, "Not today." then reach down and pick up the grenade and hold it in his fist letting the explosion happen. His fist took most of the explosion, only a pitiful stream of smoke slithers out from the cracks between his over-dominating fingers.

That's probably what happened, if only they had a film crew follow this guy...But I hope that that citation is a good example of what I am trying to do with the RBAnC, if anyone can suggest any possible candidates let me know!


Regards,
Joe Creason

Okay, Some Goals, Science-dammit!

This blog is just me bitching I know I know. I should stop and actually do what I wanted to do in making a new blog, and what is that you ask? Well consider,

1. I wanted to have a more professional blog to discuss academic-themed items with regards to my major. I wanted to talk about primatology, anthropology and possible fields within my major that I want to focus on. When I say focus on, I mean with consideration to things I like, (think are bad ass) and/or want to research for graduate school or yeah.

In any case I wanted to write about all that on a easily accessible blog site as motivation to make sure I only publish items (in the antecedent* paragraph) that I would feel comfortable in having people associate with me.

So there.

2. I also wanted to kind of make this blog in a way that it received a lot of traffic. Not like, a lot of traffic as in Richard Dawkins** where there are like a billion hints are something like that, just yeah, I don't know how to articulate what I mean exactly, right now.

3. Articulate-a-fy goal number 2.

4. Fuel my love of the following:

[Skepticism,

Anthropology,

Argument for the sake of argument,

Really really hating people and explaining how that is not a negative attribute to have but only subject to falling victim to douchebagery.

Better articulate my writing. Through loving the style of writing "stream of conscious"-esque or with the "authentic voice" in works that I enjoy, and my constant OCD with making sure that no assumptions about my position can be made by having sentences which require like, fifty commas and me wondering whether or not I can correctly use a semi-colon and above all forgetting what the hell I was talking about by the tail end of the said sentence, which I conveniently represent with this very sentence. That, I need to stop doing.]

via writing about all that in a daily manner.

5. Because there are probably a few things I've left out because I'm getting sluggish in making this post, I have the goal to establish more goals. I know thats not a good goal to set, shut up.

6. Because I think this should be noted in everyones goal lists, I shall end with the goal to get girls with this blog. Not a good place to start but I feel I could argue that the goal to get girls is a profoundly virtuous one to have.


Regards,
Joe Creason

*I feel good about fitting in that word, it sounds so cool.
**No, I do not have the false-esteem to place my caliber at a level as Dawkins, dick.

Dear Girls,

I know this could be considered superficial and blah blah blah but bare in mind I'm 21 and a guy. If it were possible to measure cuteness in a numerical fashion, it would hold true that if a girl is wearing flats, they are automatically allotted 10 plus points. To give an example of what I mean, the well-known misconception that one automatically receives X points on their SATs just for correctly bubbling in their name.

I know why, but it's a long boring story--so, I don't know why but girls who wear flats automatically look cute as all hell to me. All girls should wear them, I doubt that that will conclude in my slowly hating them, because I hate hate hate other types of footwear for reasons that have no association with their popularity.

Sandals. If, a girl or guy no less, is wearing sandals, it bugs the crap out of me. Of course not in the way where I flip out on someone or some absurd thing like that but I just don't like sandals. Of course this changes if at a beach or some watery themed setting is where I find myself, but just as an everyday footwear item they bug me. Also, sandals with backing or the ones with a--basically sandals with no backing or stay on your feet solely by having a piece of material rest between the big toe and it's adjacent toe are what bug me.

Also, heels and platform shoes (creepers are borderline) annoy me you're not at a formal box social or a rave, and no, being on E or turning a room light on and off rapidly won't be accepted in place of a rave, sorry. I'm sorry but most girls do not look good walking in heels, they always look like they're afraid of rolling their ankle or something. Lame.

Of course girls should wear whatever shoe they want, but any rational person would agree that it's absurd to say that I can't hold opinions towards that fashion statement or that I can't control them. Come on!

But yeah, anyways, I hope this makes anyone who reads this blog realize that I approve of the large quantity of cute scene girls that are roaming UCLA. They go to UCLA, they're in my math classes so they're even smarter and/or they're in my Anthropology classes so that just means that they have similar interests! This is awesome, I just need to grow a pair of confident-to-go-up-to-girls-and-talk-to-them-Antonio Banderas in Desporado-style-balls and this quarter might work out!

I forgot to mention, hipster boots. Hipster girls need to stop wearing hipster boots, they bug me and I think for more valid non-OCD reasons than the ones I jotted down earlier, that post is for another day however. Being a hipster in general is something someone needs to take care of but if you must stick with that mindset, at the very least throw out the hipster boots!

In conclusion, flats, you can't go wrong with 'em! Er, unless you wear socks with them, I know I know shoes + ~(socks) = bad foot smell, but if anything it makes guys not feel so bad about their bad foot smell, right? Yeah.

Winter Quarter

I'm excited for Winter Quarter, even though I'm only taking one upper division course. And well, here's my schedule,

Paleopathology Anthro. 129Q

Calc. 1

Anthro. 33

The classes I'm most excited for are also in the above order. Anthro. 33 doesn't sound interesting to me but yeah, I like all anthropology so maybe it will turn out to be alright. Paleopathology sounded interesting, probably will be and the teacher was on Penn and Teller's Bullshit! Now that will be awesome.

My super goal this quarter, get all A's. Or I'll eat my hat!