Knock knock, who’s there? The mailman, the mailman who? The mailman with your mail.

Roses are red, violets are blue, Roses are also white, violets are also.

If an english terrier goes ruff ruff in english, what sound does a japanese terrier make in Japanese? Think about it.

Excuse me, could you close your eyes for about 3 seconds? *rotate 360* All done.

My favorite utensil for eating cereal is a spoon. I strongly recommend it.

What goes around and comes around? Trains are one of many possible answers.

Dyslexic people might read idiot as, i do it. That doesn’t make them idiots, or i-do-its.

(crap I think this last one is actually funny, I’m going to try it.)

If I was a rainbow, I would have a hard time digesting foods.

So, time for another rapid fire shot. I realize… twitter is basically this: a micro blog with a few thoughts here and there. However the twitterverse seems like this overcrowded dollar store. Even though I do use it @threeup I’m not much of a fan. And as you will soon find out, I am feeling verbose about these somewhat boring topics; well beyond 140 characters. (But twitter’s appeal is in brevity which is often best)

Ting Tings live
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Linguistics is weird, not because I want to know how to form my mouth to make sounds, but because they use crazy names and symbols for things.

A close-mid back unrounded vowel is a type of vowel sound, ɤ, called “ram’s horns” I often wonder who is in charge of unicode, the “alphabet” of crazy letters and characters for many languages and weird uses including making my name look cool: ᴈ ʓ ʒ ɝ ᶔ ₃ ᶚᵘᵖ

Then I learned about the Onge language spoke on the islands of Little Andaman Island. It is an endangered language. And I realize I have no idea where Little Andaman Island or anything Andamanian, so I looked it up and found out it is separated from Rutland Island in Great Andaman by the Duncan Passage. It is home to an underlying rainforest and rare species of marine turtles. India tried to colonize it in the 60s, but gave up.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Andaman_Island

Guess what, I still have no idea where it is.

Unicode, and the world, are full of mysteries and it makes me realize how little I know.

My favorites of 2000-2009 | Music:
Listen to my top list (_link_)
Listen to the almost-top list (_link_)

I tried to take one well known song and one slightly less known one. Some years didn’t work so well: 00, 02.

Best ( _listen_ )
00: So Fresh So Clean – Outkast | Lebanese Blonde – Thievery Corporation
01: Someday – The Strokes | New Slang – The Shins
02: The Scientist – Coldplay | Pts. Of. Athrty – Linkin Park
03: Toxic – Britney | Time is Running Out – Muse
04: Jesus Walks – Kanye West | Blood on Our Hands – Death From Above 1979
05: Feel Good Inc – Gorillaz | Comin Home – City and Colour
06: Hide and Seek – Imogen Heap | Daydreamin – Lupe Fiasco
07: Superwoman – AKeys | Genesis – Justice
08: Bleeding Love – Leona | White – Lights
09: Empire State of Mind – JayZ AKeys | Substitution – Silversun Pickups
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My favorites of 2000-2009 | Movies:

00: Crouching Tiger
01: Donnie Darko
02: Minority Report
03: Lost in Translation
04: Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind
05: Crash
06: Departed
07: King Kong
08: Dark Knight
09: Avatar
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in a busy world with tons of places to go and crowds to gather with, there are at least three environments that I feel more familiar and comfortable just by the nature of the place. Even if there is little direct interaction, most humans like being near like-minded people.

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I feel that I am half as weird as an extremely weird person. Maybe two-thirds.

I have a recipe for a delicious desert. It takes one pineapple. Cut it. Serve chilled.

I most certainly feel more alive when the sun is down. Why? Insert cheesy vampire reference here.

I see ties in my closet and then after a while I break down and wear one. Keep immorality out of my closet.

I love giant abrupt changes from light things to heavy ones, or vice versa.

I get itchy from my blanket and talk to my future wife before I sleep.

I feel like I seek true hearts, but most people inside are about diamonds spades or clubs. Uhh.. Spades are up arrows, so, worldly success. Clubs are luck, or … violence. Phew, analogy saved.

I still don’t get bored unless I wait for things. The Sheridan brain is sometimes a locomotion machine and sometimes a cyclical perpetual motion machine. Lately more of the latter.

I like words, but realize this is a knowledge barrier thrust upon people I communicate with.

I am twenty five, but don’t want this to be twenty six. Four months to evolve. Luckily, it would be behavioral not biological evolution.

I am Sheridan, this is where I am.

I’m not really in a place to be lengthy in writing.
Hmm. Perhaps I’ve decided I’ve said everything I can about life, or opinions except for little things that are of small consequences. I could word things elegantly as an art form, but there is little to inspire.

Christmas music comes around once a year. Once a year I need that medicine. Perhaps twice.

Having things in order, automated, easy, is the goal of many. But with that goal reached, and free time increased, then you have nowhere to hide from yourself.

I like pineapples, the word and the fruit, but I ate 10% of it and let the rest grow mold. I’m not sure why I don’t open my fridge and go ‘hmm…. pineapple!’. When I do go ‘hmm…’ , it is usually for a sobe pina colada, which, oddly enough has some pineapple flavor.

I jumped on board some jpop(link) /kpop(link)a few months ago and I’ve really not stopped. Embedded is some favorite korean content. Despite being miss certified superfine, Dambi’s appearance only the second reason I like this video. The first: it is quite pleasant and soothing. The third: it’s sad/romantic. The second: she’s very pretty. Oh, ya, I said that.

Son Dambi’s Invisible Person … good title.

I’ve admired some successful people who are absolutely focused on one goal and are at the top of their field. They push through trials and make many sacrifices to get to where they are, combined with raw natural ability.

But do I admire these people now? Umm, not necessarily. Maybe all those sacrifices were bad sacrifices. Is it better to be the number one physicist in the world and divorced, or number eight, with a happy wife?

Is it better to be the king of pop, or the duchess of dutch youtube covers?
Do you really want to be good at one thing and only one thing? Or maybe masterful in two, three four things as in the case of Michael and straight up twisted in so many other things.

Then there are the people who devote themself fully, and come up short. These are the majority but you don’t hear about them. How many people worked just as hard as michael jordan but never even played in a televised basketball game. Tons. They invested so much and could have made even bigger sacrifices, all for what?

There is the tragedy of being a circle also. I’ve tried to become more versatile, learning skills that I’m not normally good at. Drawing for one, and driving for another. Sometimes these versatilities prove to be useful, or expand my horizons. However if I spent an equal amount of time drawing as driving as programming, then I don’t think i’d be good enough to make a living at any of them. Also, if I am in the mix of a large group of people, all the master at a few things, and I can adequately perform the same tasks at a lower rate. Am I important? If something had to be done, then the master would be the best to do it. In baseball, the utility players are often what you describe the bench players since the starters all have a mastered role.

Being average at everything also makes you pretty boring I think. Nobody is enthused by someone with twenty passions. University degrees sometimes try to encourage well-roundedness. But when all is said and done, a single degree has a single subject and single focus. Gone are the days where generalists can tend the farm, build a shack, herd some goats and charm the damsels. Now we value specialists, but when they go too far, who is there to catch them? Do we even care that they fall? How many of us just look for those opportunities to become even better in that one category and who are we to assume we can navigate the narrowing cliff side without disaster?

For others spikes or amoebas might be perfect for them, or lead them to ruin. I try to be a raindrop although …
if (currenttime-time < lately) { setmode(spike); }.
Ya, I went there. Point proved.

An analogy:

Fear is a bad wind. The wind can blow, push you in a direction. Those winds can pick up, and leaves and garbage can be flung at you. If it gets fierce, you could be thrown yourself, or get dragged out to sea, consumed in all directions by a storm. Perhaps it is a tornado that throws you up in the air with the cows and tears your house apart.

So how do you handle fear? Hold on to something tight that is firm and true. Surround yourself with concrete walls or dig yourself an underground bunker. For the strong and wise, fear can have no pushing effect. Just hold on tight. Don’t go sailing into the ocean if you can’t handle fears that come. And they will come.