Penguins aren't real (perhaps because I have insomnia right now)

When I think of penguins, I think of something like this. A fake, cartoony type bird, one wearing a tuxedo. Oh, sure, they're cute but they ain't real, my good friends.

What? Those Discovery Channel films about "penguins"? Hoaxes, like the moon landing was staged in Arizona. Those penguins have a secret secret, and I bet they're concealing the fact that they're robots. I mean what kind of birds have wings but don't fly? Not real ones. Heck, they're supposedly able to swim better than they're able to run.

I've seen more statues of penguins than any live ones. I mean it's like in that one Simpson's episode, where they have that problem with bears or whatnot. Lisa gets all indignant and tells Homer that the rock she's holding in her hand keeps polar bears (or some other exotic animal away). Well, what do you know? There aren't any around.

Honestly, have you ever personally seen a penguin in the wild? Didn't think so.

Random thought on Iraqi turnout, courtesy of shawnj

They say that history repeats itself.

Turnout can mean very little in the end. For all we know, people are just checking boxes by a name, knowing little about the candidates (heck, some might say that about the last presidential election, but I digress). The Bush administration burns for a peaceful and instant democracy, to validate its actions.

Historically, however, democracies form through bloodshed.

Entering the lottery

So I just entered the lottery for an apartment next year. I believe I said somewhere before that I had planned on staying in the dorm for all of four of my undergrad years, but I've changed my mind recently. I think my scheming roommate and I are tired of each other, so having our own room would be nice (well, he probably wants his girl over a lot more than she comes over now...for reasons previously discussed).

Many travesties away your intrepid hero. For one thing, his cooking skills are so pathetic that he could mess up scrambled eggs right now. I'm a very disorganized person, which will inevitably lead to huge stinking messes. Then there's all the furniture buying and sprucing of any living space.

In short, we have ingredients for doom, my fine friends.