The Organics: The Sci-Fi Dream

It was me alone in a space station ...but it was located on Earth. The walls were silver and black outlined with various computer stations set up throughout the hallways. Groups of people walked the silver lined corridors wearing various uniforms reflecting their allegence and where they called home.

Somewhere nearby an arguement broke out about what the alliance forces were up to in the outer rim. Not many people ventured out in that area and not much was known...or at least I didn't think we knew much.

It was a fairly normal day from what I could tell...i mean it's not like i frequent futuristic space stations on a daily basis but it seemed as though a good steady flow of various social exchanges was occurring at this point.

Thats when I heard the rumors start to sweep through the somewhat quiet station. Rumors of an ancient race of humananoid forms that were set to come back to bring reckoning to all races in the universe. They were apparently called "The Organics" as back in their time of rule the only other race that was known of was called simply "The Machines". This is all I found out about these Organics characters...not that I tried to learn much i mean i was in a space station set in future earth...it was a pretty sweet place to explore until the shit hit the fan.

Explosions rocked the station and people were thrown from all directions as I ran for cover in some repair shop of sorts. For whatever reason a servant droid appeared in front of me asking me questions about how he/she/it could assist me. Since at this point people were falling to the floor as debris rained down around me i decided that some form of protection would be much appreciated. After some convoluted password deal and some awkward talk about organics the computer gave me shelter in some storage room behind the service shack. It was here I stayed safe for some time...well at least until the screams of the fallen had faded and the explosions sounded further off....

~Note: This is just a dream....a crazy ass dream I had about a week ago that I remember incredibly vividly. Look for part two later....i need to do some studying.

Driver Reset: Weekend confirmed

Well as we all know by know it is the weekend....well really its the end of the weekend but who cares this is my weekend confirmed post! Maybe I'll start doing this on fridays...i like that idea. So heres a recap in this weeks events:

1. Exam, exam, exam, quiz, quiz, homework, project, project.....well thats pretty much how it went. This week was hell week for just about everyone I know and with the onset of THON people were getting quite tired of ridiculous workloads and the over scheduling of exams which brings up todays advice to professors:

IF you don't enjoy teaching....then stop. This is all I am going to say thank you for listening.

2.THON!!



So it was my first THON this weekend and it was quite the sight to behold:
I only went for the last 4 hours and I must commend all the crazy people who were dancers, moralers, Rules and regs and so on for their intense dedication and hardwork. Being in that crowd at the tail end of a marathon like this was moving. Moments like this really show the bright side of Penn State that is often forgot when football players are getting arrested, riots are being started, and serial masturbaters are haunting campus newspapers.

3. The coolest police officer ever

Whilst myself and friends were RAWKing our faces off on friday evening thanks to Guitar Hero: World Tour at the hour of 11:30ish a certain song came on that inspired the mexican in me to jump to life: "La Bamba". No one wanted to sing this song so I assumed responsibility and quickly began to own the shit out of the song. People were jumping around, the drummer was sweating bullets, the guitarists were on their knees and in general we melted the faces off the digital crowd that lay before us. Then the cops got involved.


A knock was heard on our front door at the conclusion of the song...afer high fives were exhanged that is. Lo and behold the asshole neighbors downstairs who have nothing better to do than call teh cops on us at 11:30 on a friday night had let the pigs loose once again. I was preped to deal with another asshole cop who was all kinds of ready to abuse their power by making us feel like complete dicks for singing la bamba on a friday night but something about this one was different.

First off...he showed respect for us! He introduced himself and said "So which one of you were singing La Bamba....cuz that was really bad. In fact you may want to stop". We had a nice conversation about how he was going to give us a warning during which I invited him in to play with us. I also cleared up some compatability issues with him that applies to the new rockband/guitar hero equipment and he actually encouraged us to drink more beer instead of singing La Bamba. He was a nice dude and because of that we quited down willingly and without bitching...except about the crazy people downstairs.

So. Officer Whatsurname if your reading this. Thank you for being a cool dude. Hope we never see you again.

Thats it for now folks. Thanks for sticking around through a longer than usual post, i just had some crazy stories to cover.

Crash and Burn: team improvements

So this project almost got failed. Like epically not just minorly failed. Im talking abissmal failure.

Key word however being "almost"

As of a week ago our team for the Crash and Burn assignment had made a profit of around 24 dollars give or take a few due to record keeping errors. what follows is a chronicalling of the tragedy of our group and the resurgence that occured in seven days.

Note: I was going to do this now but realized I have another assignment due.....stay tuned for the epic saga pt. 1.