Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I hate waps




konichiwa minasan!!!1 my name is Marionette Zeta and i'm just your average culture-capitalising teenager! i love manga but i think anime is too commercial, like naruto isn't even good anymore i still like bleach and fruits basket though.. i'm a little bit random as in i dont think the way most people do if something comes into my head i'll just say it and don't care what people think of it (lol LEMON PIE!!!1). HAHA. i live in philly and i hate it, everyone in scool is soooooooooo fake, they all wear stupid abercrombie and then make fun of me because they can't even READ the labels on my clothes lol. my b est friend is abbie or Hama Mamoru and we love each other, sometimes alittle too much LMAO!!!! but if u have a prob with people who are bi then keep your opinion to urself. were both learning japanese after scool and well both be fluent by da end of the year hopefully!! i LUV asian, especialy japanese culture, the skyscrapers and all the pretty shops and crazy food and toys!! soemone tryed to tell me about nanking or something once but it was too depressing so i jus went back to my COMIC! my fav band is tokio hotel and lots of j pop cos its all so random and crazy like me!!!11! OKAY gotta go now but ill be back soon! tennis racket!!!!
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Friday, June 18, 2010

Play chess, save the mawfuckin' world



Frustration and indignation abound in classrooms around the world. And why? Well, 'fuckin' maths', of course. And while I fully accept the benefits of + - x /, as well as some of the other more obscure aspects, I too was filled with that same indignation during my time in school.
"What's the point of learning something you're going to forget 2 minutes after the leaving cert?"
The only somewhat satisfactory answer I ever heard to the obligatory question of "Sir/Miss, when are we ever going to use this?", was "it's great exercise for your brain".
While I'm sure that's a fact and all, I'm not so sure that the habitual absorption of information requires that your brain be pumping sweat through vein-bulging skin, skulling Powerade and demanding 'MORE FUCKING WEIGHT!!!'

So here's my suggestion...
Minimise the amount of curricular time afforded to maths. That would take work, and many a crease would need ironing out, but that's not my job, Mary Coughlan.
And if producing students with intricate, marble-carved brains is such a priority, introduce chess in its place.
Chess has been shown to greatly improve short and long-term cognitive function, increase IQ, and can play a role in keeping Alzheimer's at bay. It's a hobby and a skill, and one that almost anyone would enjoy with sufficient knowledge of the game. It could become a new national pastime, one which we could take pride in, as it would not only suggest the collective intelligence of this tiny island, but our progressive and effective education system. (Although I use the word 'effective' sarcastically, and will continue to as long as the junior/leaving cert are in place).

Even if any students weren't to enjoy it, don't try to tell me they'd rather be memorising theorems and finding x. And if they're of the weird type who actually enjoy the tedium, well, fuck off. You now have an extracurricular hobby.

OMG FIRST!!!!!!!!1

Howya. I won't be doing an introduction, because, apart from opinion, this isn't going to be a me-centric blog. There you go, that's what it's not going to be. What IS it going to be? Meh. Everything, from everywhere, marinaded in a rich cynical sauce.

That being said, let's jump straight into the hamster torture.

I have great admiration for hamsters and rodents in general. The good nature of a guinea pig, the ingenuity of a rat (the single most misunderstood and wrongly maligned animal on Earth), are just two of the traits which they possess in spades.
I myself have owned seven hamsters during my time on this planet, as well as one chipmunk and one gerbil, and each of them was an adorable, fluffy bundle of fun. Fun to watch, fun to let crawl up and down your arm, etc. And, apparently, fun to chuck into a pool about the size of a soccer pitch from their perspective (watch from 1:12 for a heart-warming display of compassion) :



As you can see, that bitch, is a bitch. With the voice someone in her late teens, and the mentality (and idiotic giggle) of a five year old.
If you think I'm overreacting, then I probably am. It's a tough job and someone has to do it.