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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