Have you heard the people who visit all the NFL stadiums, or collect a complete set of spoons?

How about the ones who absolutely must see a certain famous person before they die. Perhaps visit some holy land, either cultural or religious, for life ‘fulfillment’

People also pursue that Bachelors in Uselessness. Oh, I didn’t say that.

Actually perhaps pursuing something, anything, is better than no ambition at all. It at least gets you in motion and other things along the way might give you actual benefit.

Here’s my list, none of which I actually intend on seeing through.

#1 In 7 years, I want to be living, or visiting Louisville Kentucky
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Solar_eclipse_global_visibility_2017Aug21T.png

#2 I want to be a random background person in a Saturday Night Live skit trying to look cool, like a waiter.
http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/clips/hamm-and-buble/1198004/
(bonus SNL skit: http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/clips/closet-organizer/1197957/ )

#3 I would like something of mine in a museum anywhere. Hopefully because it is good and not because I vandalized or catastrophically failed.
http://www.missioninnmuseum.com/collect_aviation_lvl3/av00001_lvl3.htm

#4 Become the top search result for ‘3up’ 9th on google and 3rd on bing!
http://www.bing.com/search?q=3up

That’s all for now.

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
downloadin
Weather
More Korean TV
Itunes
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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.

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.

Oh Halifax,
Things I don’t expect to ever see elsewhere and hope to remember.

more h-fax photos

• Accordion buskers
• Rubber boots with pink bows
• Man with guitar on shoulder buying groceries
• Plaid rubber boots
• Two normal people walking quickly on busy street, barefoot. Maybe not normal… earthy.
• Pink polka dot rubber boots.
• Oxford Theatre, an artsy old single movie house, with balcony.
• One armed guitar busker
• A homeless dude who yelled at me for spitting in a garbage can.
• Beer branded double decker tour buses.
• Homeless dudes who open the door to tim hortons for you.
• A public park with Michael Jackson dance-offs, carnivals, video game contests, and paul mccartney.
• Good bagpipe buskers
• A waterfront with very ordinary boats that somehow become a big attraction.
• A snowboard competition with trucked-in snow in a tiny downtown one block park. and hundreds of people standing around trying to stay warm enough to watch it.
• Bald drumming busker monks
• Ancient victorian houses with modern businesses inside
• Fun hurricanes.

And oh Canada…

• Andreanne Sasseville’s music minute before a movie, why do i pick her out? She’s just an advertising talking robot, but I still like her. French Canadian pleasantry goes a long way. She was the first to mention Lights to me, so props to her.
• George Strombo nobody interviews like him with legitimate edge, and legitimate mainstreamity.
• Racial acceptance. It just seemed like it never came up negatively, just like the cool cultural parts of people’s background. Haters were the weird ones (or the foreign ones). Plus, there were more asians , even in halifax… sadface. To all asians, if you move to phoenix, i’ll buy you some of those pretzel sticks that don’t taste very good. Or maybe some fishy snacks that are awful.
• Snow. Note that Ice Rain is definitely not on this list.
• Leaving your door unlocked and not freaking out about it.
• Second Cup.
• Hockey. (duh.)
• A government bureaucracy that seems like they put in effort to be helpful.
• Decent public school system.
• Colored money. – I don’t miss coins though. It is nice to never carry change.
• Cultural food. More than one Thai restaurant in the whole city, and actual sushi…. sigh. A real mediterranean restaurant would be nice.
• Political pleasantry.
• Cora’s. A breakfast place that won’t cause heart disease.
• Cheap, entertaining football.
• Winter Heart. Watching a football game while in parkas and multiple blankets, or even a sleeping bag for warmth, that’s Canadian heart.

Is Bo Peep really an appropriate name for a female? Is there a big bo peep?

Stupid name or not, she has aged extremely well. I’d like to throw out there the suggestion that nobody has aged finer in history. In 1902 and then today, (in 3D no less)

Who can resist that bonnet and sheperdess crook?

So I’m in Phoenix, kicking it with my own place, my job is fun. Things are up. I have some bloggings in the draft phase. No thrilling stories, but I could spice up my scorpion killing. I did whack it with a hammer. My weapon of choice. (no connection to Captain Hammer in Dr Horrible)

Oh Palma, quaint town of the sea. How I’ll miss thee. Maybe I’ll go back….
Murcia, I am pretty sure I won’t go back. Not to say it was bad, but its more of a living city than a touring city. (Oh, and The Prodigy amongst others certainly delivered.)

(my photos soon)
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