Buses are sort of like teleporters with a time delay. Think about it; you arrive at a certain location, enter a steel vessel, wait a few minutes, exit the vessel, and you're at a completely different location from where you entered. I'm telling you, kids, the future is now.
I only wrote this post so that I could say condescending things like "think about it" and "I'm telling you", because those are pretty hilarious things to say. Think about it.
Oh and in a follow up to that last post about words I hate...I forgot to mention how much I despise Giada De Laurentiis on the Food Network. Not only does her name have one too many "i"s in it, but she insists on saying any word that is remotely Italian with an Italian accent. "Spaghetti" is a common enough word in the English language that there's really no need to switch to a completely different voice every time she says it. I'm telling you, if you went to Italy and heard them switch from Italian to English every time they said "cheeseburger", it'd sound like there was something wrong with them.
There is something wrong with Giada De Laurentiis.
I don't have time to blog because I'm playing Bioshock.
It's a game for the Xbox 360. There's been debate amongst geeks as to whether video games can be considered "art" in the same way that media like movies, music, or literature can. Bioshock is one of the first games that settles this debate with a resounding "fuck yes." It's a beautiful, cohesive experience that has been crafted with just as much care and creativity as a painting, novel, or movie.
Which is why the paper I have due in a few days will probably be late. Damn you, artsy video game.