Welcome To Nelsononymous

Just kidding, backing out on that contract. Breaching it, baby.

Twitter's just so much...easier and better...

What a bad ass title for a blog post. But yes, I'll make a contract with you, the overall internet, to try this social experiment yet again.

...also because it's summer and I have hours upon hours of free time, because I am a bum.

Applying for an internship with the Siebel Foundation. (Yes, that Siebel) I think I'm sticking around for the summer, taking some chemistry classes at De Anza in late June.

RIP for the thousands in the Schezuan province.

I am an attention whore. To toot my own horn, they are fantastic and freakishly realistic.

http://digg.com/gaming_news/The_Office_complete_cast_as_Mii_s_looks_JUST_like_them#c5120442

or if you're lazy and don't like clicking

http://www.flickr.com/photos/n1c2c8/sets/72157594516670929/

And I love him. Having never had the joy of owning a REAL pet as a child (and twenty-some-odd golfish are now rolling in their aquatic graves), I now have the great opportunity to raise a cold, lifeless mechanical entity! The robot in question?

iRobot's Roomba Scheduler. See, we were out on a mission this Saturday, and we went to Costco, and we were looking to buy a heavy-duty vacuum cleaner when we stumbled upon this fella, just looking at us with its blank LED eye-beacon thing, just short of wagging its tail, if it had one. It was between this Hoover monstrosity or the autonomous super-bot, and I think you know what happened next. Impulse buy? You bet your ass.

But once we read more and more of the features on the box, it was like we were looking at the Steven Hawking of vaccum cleaning devices compared to Some Rock. And it might have even been an intelligent rock, but it didn't stand a chance. No sir.

Hurray for technology!

Bastards.

Why can't you people tolerate some poor sap who apparently can't ride a bike to save his life? Yeah, hi. That was me. The dude on the 20+ year old Schwinn bicycle swerving left and right and looking like I didn't even know how to ride. Some complaints:

A) Fuck you old people. Please walk at a brisker pace. Your mechanical hips entitle you to this. Nay, demand you.

B) For people that like to think they are clever and witty, thanks for making snide remarks instead of seeing if I was ok when I seemingly lost balance while standing still and falling over. I have to explain, my brakes don't work, so slowing down is a dangerous feat in itself, involving Fred Flinstonian physics.
Lady: I hope you're biking drunk!
To which i wanted to reply
Me: I hope you're a fucking bitch, but not knowing you personally or the circumstances of why you said that to me, I'm not even going to be so bold as to assume you are one!

C) Fucking cars that use the bike lane as a second lane, and then cars that run yellow lights when pedestrians (and bikers!) have the right of way, like right in front of me, when i don't have any brakes. You get the picture. Needless to say, i got to embarass myself and humble myself many times today, in front of tons of people on public LA roads.

And they say people don't like biking. Pfffft.

...bastards.