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I love snow. Snow brings me back to a simpler time. I don't know what it is. Liz, she hates the snow. Gia does too. It's bitter and cold and wet and yucky. Me? Snow brings me joy. Not even happiness. Pure joy.

When I was a kid, I loved the snow. It always meant something good. Whether it be staying warm inside, missing school, or going outside and playing (or even shoveling, I love shoveling snow), snow always meant something fun. My dad always hated it, because it meant he had to drive to work in really crappy conditions. My grandmother hated it because it made her arthritis flare up. My grandfather was indifferent, I suppose because he was born in the Philippines and immigrated to America in the 1970s, he never grew up with snow and still found it fascinating. Me? Usually, a winter snow in Philadelphia meant waking up early and listening to the KYW NewsRadio for our school's Emergency Closing Number. I don't know if other places have this system, but your school was assigned a number, and they would read your school number if your school was closed or had a delay. I remember it vividly; our school's number was 193. Now, we just check La Salle's website (or you'll get 50 IMs, depending on if you leave your computer on or not), which takes some of the suspense out of the game.

I don't know why, but the first snow makes me happy.

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Spot the Nickelodeon stars!
coryanotado: (silly - pengi!!)
Therefore, I want to kind of change the rules to the Game of Life. The "modern" version of the Game of Life was released in 1960, and the heavy 50s-era family ideals show heavily. Reading through the Wikipedia article, there were some rule changes in 1992 and 2002, mainly adding more realistic dollar values. However, I think there needs to be a couple more rule changes.

I think that salaries should be increased the longer you keep a job. If you're in the same profession for 50+ years (which would be the lifespan of the game, I'm assuming), rarely does your salary not increase, at least from what I know. There should be stop spaces (like marriage and buying a house) to increase your salary. Include salary+ tokens to save on making more salary cards.

Marriage should be optional. Currently, you have to get married to continue. There should be plusses and minuses to get married. I'm not sure what, but I'm not the one making the game. I'm just being an asshole. I am glad, however, that gay marriage is allowed in the Game of Life, just because the rules can't tell me I can't pick a blue peg to put in my little car.

There needs to be some kind of provision against having children. Maybe get extra LIFE tiles if you choose to not have kids. Or, get pets instead of kids. Maybe guinea pigs of some sort. I'd rather have a guinea pig in a cage instead of twins in my station wagon.

I think there should be more careers. We're in 2007, people. Where's Computer Programmer or Blogger? (For the record, Bloggers should only be able to get $300 a payday. Take that, hippies.)

The closest thing I can find is this: Hey, there's drugs, sex and war. I dig it. Someone buy this for me.
coryanotado: (game show - Family Guy Feud)
At the game yesterday (La Salle vs. St. Joe's at the Palestra ::drool::), my friend Tom and I had a conversation about the greatness of the Palestra. I point out one flaw.

"The letters on the scoreboard: they're not very clean-looking. The font set that the scoreboard uses for their eggcrate letters is kind of robotic and bumpy. If they used something like a Ferranti-Packer set, it'd look much better."

Please, someone, shoot me now.
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Your Language Arts Grade: 100%

Way to go! You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know "no" from "know." Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).

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One more. The iTunes meme! )

City Night

Oct. 16th, 2006 01:58 am
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The skyline looms overhead. The purple and pink sky smiles down on Philadelphia. Clouds start to vanish as night looms overhead. He can see the tall buildings, lit up in their majesty. Liberty One lights up in red, white and blue as it pierces the sky. The public service announcements scrolling by on the PECO building catch his eye for only a second. “I cannot be distracted,” he tells himself. That shows weakness.

The air is thick and humid. You can see the haze as the street lights turn on. A car passes by momentarily, spitting out loud beats and pollution. It only adds to the smog surrounding the city. No matter, he thinks. Global warming isn’t on his mind right now.

The owner of the corner store drives away some kids loitering in front of his business. He screams in a mixture of Chinese and English, which confuses the kids enough to move them along. Whatever, he says to himself. He’s not getting driven away. He has to focus.

An ambulance turns on its sirens suddenly. His eyes avert their gaze for only a second. He wonders what happened, if someone got shot, or maimed, or fell and broke a bone. He worries about his grandmother, alone at home, watching television. Could she have gotten hurt? His concern turns to apathy as he realizes that it’s not his problem.

He eyes down his opponent. He lowers his head and squares his shoulders. He works himself up into a frenzy. His enemy, the pitcher, launches one faster than light. He swings. Hard. The ball ignores physics and launches into orbit. It shatters through poor Mrs. Johnson’s window. They all scatter.

Originally printed in the La Salle Collegian on September 27, 2006. Written by Cory Anotado.
coryanotado: (Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy delicious)
New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.

New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?

New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.

New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're gay. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.

New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.

New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket — water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.

New Rule: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
More rules... )


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