Oh my, How long has it been?!

Well, I know, I know. I've been gone for a while. Now I'd like to apologize to my incredibly loyal fan-base of two, (das right, nerd swag) by talking about Magic the Gathering. ^^ Well~~~ I ordered 1000 MtG cards which arrived this last Friday. Of course I, being a complete nerd, sat on the floor and sorted them by type, and subsequently built a deck. I attempted to get my lovely girlfriend to play magic but the ginger had seeped so far into her brain earlier that day that she decided she was not fit to play such a game. :P Oh, I'ma buy a new bag. Check it.

http://www.thinkgeek.com/computing/bags/aaa5/?itm=bag_of_holding_messenger_bag&rkgid=274698655&cpg=ogho1&source=google_home_office&gclid=CLTtxNn7m64CFUFN4Aod5nAkeg

Oh Shit! I Skipped A Day!

I wish there was a way to express how incredibly sorry I am to my two devout fans, assuming of course they didn't just block the emails from blogger and have stopped following me. I cannot believe that I went a whole twenty four hours without posting ramblings across this dark dank corner of the internet. I really still don't have anything to say. So perhaps I shall rant on a single word. Oh boy, this should be good. Hmm. How about... Shit I've got nothing. Get at me, bros.

Bitching and moaning... Plus a touch of Multiverse Theory.

Well, I did say prior to this post that i wasn't going to sit here and bitch about the various happenings in my life. However, I feel I may have to return on that one sided agreement with you, only slightly, but a return nonetheless. To help you various internet folks get over the concept of me going back on a previous post, as if you cared, I will simply talk about the concept of anxiety and a small amount about how it is currently, again for lack of a better idiom, kicking my ass. For future reference, I realize that was a run on sentence, fuck you. So this feeling of anxiety is like a vacuum spanning from my upper abdomen to the tip of my goddamn skull. I swear I can't take this much longer. In fact I can't even write more about this, I'm done. The rest of this post is something I posted to facebook a bit back. I figured it would be a good way of expressing the third word in my name. Thanks for reading if you did. If not, fuck you very much.
-Poly

The Ascent of The Cube

by Tom J Younghans on Wednesday, November 9, 2011 at 9:59pm

You and I exist on the third plane of existence on parallel of the never ending yet completed “column” that makes up the three-dimensional multiverse. On this column universes are differentiated by small differences, as per the multiverse theory. As we ascend “rows” the number of spacial dimensions in the universe increases. So to give an example. If we moved one row up and one column left we could possibly have green skin in four spacial dimensions. The third would be the final axis of a three-dimensional object if you think of this theory as a cube. It would of course be time, and as time moves forward the value of this axis increases. So we find ourselves in this three dimensional multiverse. Imagine, now that any particle in these universes could have been from a different universe. Here's an example, a molecule that was in a four dimensional universe could divide itself into visiting any combination of a 1D and 3D universes, four 1D universes, or two 2D universes. Perhaps it could even exist twice in one 2D and four times in a 1D. If all the universes are given numerical values than these actions could happen in any direction across the dimensions. If this is even marginally accurate than part of you could have been from another universe.

Also imagine that all of existence spewed from the origin of this XYZ graph and is infinitely expanding. As the infinite spacial dimension encounters an empty universe it leaves a bang-ball, which would be the super dense ball of matter similar to that which created our big bang and has as many dimensions as that universe could hold. The same would be of time and of the differences.

Rhinos, Illness and... Giants?

Well, it's the cold season, winter to you common folks, and I absolutely despise it. This damnable section of the year is typically responsible for a number of unpleasant things, more specifically, a number of unpleasant things that affect me directly, and or indirectly. For example, me contracting an illness associated with the Rhino Virus. It takes a small amount of confidence to actually project the words from the hole in my face, or rather type them... But, yes. I have the common cold. Examining the symptoms though, I feel like it is a not so common cold. I say this, given the fact that it is currently, for lack of a better idiom, kicking my ass. Why just yesterday/today this cold, plus my overwhelming laziness factor, caused me to nearly depart for school with no work done. Thank the stars for my benevolent matriarch. For it was her who carried me away in her iron carriage about one hour beyond the time of my scheduled departure. I say with great surprise and pleasure that I completed all necessary work in the allotted extra time.

To break from talking about my life for a moment, I would like to mention a fantastic band. Under the Influence of Giants, is definitely one of the best bands I've heard in a long time. Aaron Bruno (Currently frontman of AWOLNATION) is an amazing vocalist, as are all the other members of the band, whose names I have neglected to look up. I implore you to give these guys a try.

Poly out, ANARCHY~!

Work, Retroactive Promises, and Slightly Less Retroactive Promises

Well, it appears today that I have a shitload of work to be done, and I will execute a maneuver I call the 'Sit-The-Fuck-Down-and-Do-Your Homework.' and hopefully what remains of the work will be a small fraction of the original pile. On this note, though, I would like to say that I am not here to bitch about my life. Hell, why would I be? As a person I have never felt proud of myself when someone gave me sympathy, it just always gave me an opportunity to work harder. (Albeit one I didn't act on.) In fact the purpose of this blog is the exact opposite. I created this portal of unbridled wit for you internet folks for the purpose of praise, be it deserved or otherwise. This of course, would inspire me to work less, which, in all honesty, would be difficult at this point. Well that's all I've got for now, buhbye!

Birthday? Oh, cool... Thanks, bro.

Well, it appears to be the anniversary of the day that I sprang forth from my mother's womb with wondrous aplom. In light of this I would like to acknowledge that timing could not be worse. For what reason have the stars damned me to a following of zero on the day where I get showered with praise for non-existent achievements? For the love of god, I'd like to receive hair from at least one possibly murderous cat lady in the mail today. Reflecting again on my current fellowship's size, why am I posting at all? I have absolutely zero subscribers. Yet I continue to blather on and on and expect some reflection from the public. Whatever, Poly out! Anarchy, bros.

Apparent Fundamental Confusion

Well... As I sit here I'm just thinking about what exactly the purpose of a blog is. I'm not embarrassed to say that I jumped into this at least a little prematurely. Am I supposed to actually write about my life or post witty blurbs with no real meaning? Perhaps one of my zero followers can get back to me on this.
Anarchy, cabron!

Preface, Speech, and Granola Bars

So. This is how it begins. A young man on a predictably fail-bound journey of hopeful internet stardom. I suppose that's what this will be. The articulate ramblings of a person with nothing better to do with their time than sit and write. Sit down and prepare for the ride of your life. I advise packing a mind void of a conscience, a good sense of humor... Oh and a granola bar. Granola bars are good. A'ight. Poly out. Anarchy, guys!