*we put the "mmm" in communism


This is the personal blog of Tim. Here, Tim writes on anything he has enough inspiration to finish a post on. That usually ends up being matters of science, pop culture, technology, religion, and philosophy.

This blog is around nine years old, which is over a third of Tim's current age. Back in 2003, it was called "Of Tim: Tim's life - or lack thereof", and it was as bad as you might expect the blog of a freshman in high school to be. Tim hopes that his writing is a little better, these days.

Tim welcomes any input that you, the dear reader, might have. Comments are very much appreciated, especially if you have a dissenting opinion. If you'd like to learn more about Tim, you might want to see his facebook or google+.

Also: Tim is a very avid consumer of various sorts of music. You may be interested in his playlists!

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Version 2, of Halo 2, I present to you.

O Halo Two, how I love you,
you give me so many things to do!

With just a single DVD,
you unleash a world of glee!

Never straining the Front Side Bus,
for you were coded in C++!

Such an arsenal to explore,
with which to make war!

So many maps to inhabit,
awesome is what you emit!

Powered by a large Xbox,
you clearly rock my socks!

Halo Two, I kindly request of thee,
thy hand in marriage to me!


I might seem a little complaintitive this post...we'll see.

I went rafting with boy scouts over the weekend, which was marginally fun. The actual rafting wasn't that great - the water was low, I was pretty cold a lot of the time, and this 250 lb. weight in the form of an adult going on the trip was in our boat. He wouldn't stop talking, he wouldn't paddle, it was like, he had ADD or something. The fun part of rafting was the water fights (the water was probably 50-ish, but with wetsuits and a lot of layers on, it wasn't too bad), but by the time we got our hands on a water gun, everybody was done with the fights. A shame, truly.

The trip as a whole decided to throw every annoying person at me it could. I had to ride down to the camp site (two hours or more to drive down) with the aforementioned hippie vegetarian (i don't have a problem with vegetarianism unless it's for stupid reasons...which his were). After sitting in the tent with Jesse and Benjamin for a couple hours, I walk out and find Michael trying to make a fire, by literally clumping together a bunch of twigs, throwing them in between two giant logs, and then throwing two sticks on top of that. I kid you not. I'm like "Dude, you gotta spread it out, there's no air in there. You also need some kind of ignitor, those twigs aren't just gonna light!" After sticking a piece of cardboard under it, and 9 or 10 matches failing, I tell him to move his stuff and let me get it started. After 30 minutes or so of collecting bark, Nolan and I got it roaring, and that was that. Further confrontations over how to cook the chicken, boil water, and clean up ensued. We ate fajitas, which I must say, were pretty good, despite the lack of sour cream and taco sauce. Benjamin's sausages were good too.

The most fun of it all was once we got to bed, when Benjamin, Jesse, and I are just laying there. We always have really interesting conversations. Not as in, intellectually stimulating, but generally hilarious. Quotes like...

"She's hot.

She's nice.

...she talks to me."

result from Jesse's confessions on his love life. But you don't need to hear that.

In other news: I missed last night's episode of Family Guy, which spears my heart like poisoned arrows. I am rectifying this situation as we speak, however. Also, I've added a lot more content and such to the server, I'm not done yet, but there's more to look at if you so desire. That's about all for today.
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