Today, January 28, is the 50th anniversary of the modern Lego brick. I’ve played with Legos since I was, oh, quite small. It’s probably safe to say that I’ve owned Lego products for around 15 years. It all started with Duplos, which were quickly abandoned for a blue bucket of random Lego pieces. So started a life-long love affair with the brick, resulting in a few stop-motion videos and, at one point, an entire room full of creations. While I’ve since packed away my Legos, I still remember fondly the days that I wasted away giving my mini-figures funny voices and having them battle each other in long, drawn-out wars involving space ships and car chases. Yes, I actually did this. I was 13, give me a break.
I just thought I’d share that little bit of nostalgia. I wouldn’t have even known it was the 50th anniversary if it wasn’t for Google.
DISCLAIMER: There’s no such thing as a Lego. It’s a LEGO Brick. Copyright dilution and all that. Whatever.
I’ve decided that I’m not going to pay any more attention to the presidential race until September. Maybe October, if I’m still feeling jaded. I simply don’t care about the candidates right now. It’s still way too early for me to do anything about it. Sure, I suppose I could vote in Washington State’s primary and caucus, but I refuse to vote when third parties aren’t acknowledged. Washington forces you to pick a party to vote for in the primary and caucus. You can’t vote for the other party once you’ve chosen one and there’s no mention at all of parties other than the Democrats and Republicans. I suppose this is the concession made for not having any party registration…
So, I will deal with the flood of political news in the media, but aside from that, you’ll see no posts related to the primaries and I won’t look further into the issues. Once the parties choose their nominations and things really start to matter, I’ll come out of my hole. Until then, I’m ignoring politics like I ignore that Britney girl. And hygiene.
Instead, I’ll renew my interest in football just in time for the Super Bowl. A warning: I’m rooting for the Patriots. Let the hate mail commence!
Just in case anyone is wondering, I’ve been house-sitting for a friend and they don’t really have their Internet connection hooked up, so I’ve been going without. Yes, I’m still alive, and no, I’m not having withdrawals. I just popped on to let everyone know I’m going to be ignoring their frantic emails and instant messages until at least Friday, maybe Saturday. No posts until then, either. Other than this one, of course.
Also, Merry Christmas! Enjoy this video in my absence.
College is fun. You can go along for a couple of years thinking you’re going to do one thing, and then you can suddenly change your mind and throw everyone for a loop (including yourself)! Great fun. Anyways, for most of my college life thus far, I was under the impression I was going to be a programmer. I didn’t really want to be one, but somehow, most of my classes ended up being of the programming persuasion. I blame it on the broad yet oddly limited major I was going after. After a rather dismal experience in the latest programming class (seriously, why they chose Java is beyond me; everyone who’s anyone uses C++…or C#…or…something else…hell, I don’t know), I decided to re-evaluate where I was going and change my major. Good thing I hadn’t yet applied for that godforsaken major, even if I do have a rather useless business statistics class in my schedule.
You may be asking, “What major are you going for now, Cody?” Actually, you’re probably asking, “Why do you think I care, Cody?” but I’m going to pretend that you’re not really asking that. Anyways, I’ve (kind of…sort of…perhaps maybe…) settled on a history major. Yes, history. Boring? Perhaps. Lame? Perhaps. Good paying? Uh, I’ll get back to you on that. It definitely seems to be something I like, though, as I’ve done the best in the history classes I’ve been taking. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s so much easier to BS a history paper than it is to BS a program. You can make things up and sound smart all you want, but if the program doesn’t compile, you suck. I mean, I suck. Whatever.
So, in case you were wondering, yes, this is a personal post. No, there’s not going to be a rant about the unfairness of grading a person down simply because they didn’t show up for four out of every five class meetings (I mean, come on, that’s so fascist and communist and stuff), and no, I’m not going to tie this in to anything remotely meaningful. It’s just me, my feelings, and you, my faithful readers. Please don’t leave me. I swear, I didn’t have anything else to write about…damn fillers.