An Update, For Once

Hello, dear readers.

I apologize for not updating of late; Clarkson had a break this weekend and classes resumed today. I've had sketchy internet access lately. But here I am, alive as always.

So, some new developments from this weekend:

Clarkson is not going to be banning Letters of UFOs on campus. Instead, they plan to incentivise recognized Fraternities... somehow. More on that as it comes. Main point being, Clarkson isn't infringing on anyone's First Ammendment rights, so that's cool.

Pickaxes suck. So does using them to dig holes. So does rain while trying to pick a hole. In general, physical labor as a whole is evil and should probably be shunned. Maybe that's just my opinion, but I know it's why I went to college.

Kind of an interesting thought. I went to college specifically to not do physical labor, but I still spend a weekend every now and again doing arduous labor. Construction and such. Why? To earn the favor of my girlfriend's family. So... basically, even though I'm going to school so I don't have to do these things, I choose to so I can get in their better graces. I'm basically saying that getting in good with the in-laws-to-be is more important than my own happiness, even to the point of going against my main goal in life: not doing real work.

I think that things like that are often underestimated. Imagine the reasons that people do the things they do, then think about the rationale behind it. It's interesting to see people going out of their way to make their lives, or those of others, better, for their own selfish reasons. But it's still kinda altruistic, because though it benefits them, they sometimes do it for others. That's pretty cool.

I guess the message I want to get across is that the next time you wonder why someone does something, think about their rationale, because it could be shocking and make you go a little rubbery and melty. At least, it worked for me.

~ Anonymous Male

Another Day, Another Crushing Realization

Well, okay, maybe crushing is a bit extreme.

I just found out that Clarkson plans to ban regalia from unrecognized Fraternities on campus. Now, I'm not in that boat (I'm in a recognized one) but that seems... wrong. They're apparently going to punish people wearing Letters from specific Unrecognized Fraternity Organizations (hereafter UFOs). These particular UFOs are heavy drinkers, so it's rumored, and generally douchebags, yes, but that doesn't make this okay.

I mean, I really don't like UFOs, but damn it, I'll picket for their right to wear Letters if they want to. It's a choice of clothing; you don't get to tell them not wear them. They aren't illegal, offensive, or harmful in themselves. Apparently Clarkson thinks they're better than the First Amendment or something.

And yes, I know they legally can restrict clothing on campus so long as it doesn't affect religious views, but come on, this going a bit far. If they want to unite as a group and wear clothing that shows this, then they're no more wrong than the Ku Klux Klan or the National Socialist German Workers' Party.




Perhaps those are bad examples. My point is, you can't persecute a group for wearing a particular article of clothing. Persecute them for being drunk, obnoxious douchebags; man up and hit the root of the problem, Clarkson.


Yeesh.
~ Anonymous Male

The Absurdity that is Humanity

I've come to this conclusion before, but I'll say it here for posterity (get it? POSTerity? this is a blog POST. hehe.): Humans are either really dumb, really uncaring, or really, really ballsy.

Case in point: I woke up this morning at 5 AM. I did not want to wake up at 5 AM; my first class isn't until 8 AM. Why did I wake up? Some idiot's car alarm was going off. And continued going off. For, oh, two hours. That's right, two hours or noise. Now, I don't know about you, but I feel like if my car alarm were going off for two hours, I'd notice. Or my friends would notice. I don't own a car, but surely if I did, they'd alert me to its alarm, right?

Well, this person must not have quality friends like that. Perhaps their friends set the alarm off as a joke. Still, it boggles the mind that it could last two hours without anyone doing or saying anything. It's absurd.

Then you have the jokers behind me; they're literally behind me, in the room across the hall. They were talking about Salvia a few moments ago. If you don't know what Salvia is, it's a smokeable drug used for recreation. It's illegal, of course, but does that stop these guys from basically shouting, "yo dude you try that Salvia yet?" from halfway down the hall. Seriously, what the hell? Who does that? It's either abject stupidity or a pure, manly, gesture just daring anybody to challenge him about it. I almost hope it's the latter, because that would be badassery of the second-or-third-highest order (not quite up there with chugging capsaicin or punching bears).

Anyway, I just felt that those two moment today really capture the stupid, absurd, ballsy nature of human beings. Perhaps I'm the oddball, the only insane one amongst supposed madmen. Perhaps we'll never know.

~ Anonymous Male

Wow, That Wasn't Bad at All

Greetings!

Title sorta says it all; that test was fairly easy... or so I say now. Of course, when I inevitably get, like, a B on it, I'll be absolutely dumbfounded, but these things happen, I guess. Here's hoping I did well on it and so did everyone else, or that everyone tanked it worse than I did so any curve affects me best of all. Hah!

Other than that, here I sit, eating a deliciously-palette-burning Buffalo chicken rolletto thing. If you don't know what a rolletto is, you're probably better off; it's a doughy-crust-wrapped chicken sandwichy thing, but comes in other varieties. Personally, I prefer pepperoni; it's like a pizza but greasier and more expensive and less-filling. Anyhoo, the Buffalo sauce burns that crap out of my mouth (which is good because crap tastes crappy) but then again I'm a wuss when it comes to hot foods.

Time to pit my brain against some Engineering homeworks. Funtastic! Except not :|

...oh dear, I just used an emoticon in my blog. That's the lamest thing I've ever done. Next up it'll be motivationals and pictures of kitties! The horror! Gah!

Work time. Cheers.

~Anonymous Male

An Uninteresting Day Culminates in an Annoying Evening

Today was altogether boring; worthless class of listening to a Professor talk about uninteresting engineering, followed by an uninteresting computer Lab. Fun fact: Clarkson's Excel files are set to open in Gnumeric. I don't know about you, but that's about as handy as a quadriplegic. The Lab itself was basically fifteen minutes of "Hm, what the hell am I doing?" followed by "Oooohhhh! Now I see," and then maybe five minutes of... "work."

Then I met a guy about a thing. It's really great to schedule a meeting and have the person before you run over fifteen minutes even though he knows you're waiting... bleh. Anyway, meh meeting was meh, but at least I had time to eat delicious pasta. Or at least, it might have been delicious, had the Campus Dining Student Employee not sucked. "But Anonymous, maybe it was her first time!" Yes, it probably was, but even so, I'm fairly certain that if the pasta were self-serve it would have gone faster and not burned my bacon.

But enough complaints! Now, I prepare myself for further toil, studying for an Organic Chemistry test. This is essentially like studying for an STD test. You don't want to because it's stupid, and you really need to just know your stuff and think positive.

Wait. Maybe that wasn't a great analogy.

Eh. Whatever. You get the point.

Anyhow, it's about time I stopped typing and hit the books. And by books, I mean book. By which I mean notebook. By which I mean I'm stalling by typing more. Ain't it grand?

Cheers, dear reader(s). I shall update later, following the test, to enumerate on it's difficulty or, hopefully, lack thereof.

~Anonymous Male

Killing Time

Holy cow, two blog updates in one day! "Wow, Anonymous, you must be crazy!" you say, but really, I'm just flat bored. Yeah, I have a test tomorrow, but whoopty-do!

Anyhow, I'm playing around with this blog thing, and it's nifty.

Onto something that's actually interesting: I've been thinking about Constitution, and some things George Carlin said (for those who haven't heard of him, hit up Google right now. No, seriously). I've been wondering if it isn't about time someone with passion and dedication stood up and said, "Uh, guys? Some things suck that shouldn't and some things should be changed to make people happier and fulfilled." But nobody ever does. Why is that?

Stupid human nature, getting in the way of, y'know, personal fulfillment and individual growth. I'm no hipster or anything, but damn if it doesn't piss me off. Oh well. Maybe after I finish eating this corporate fruit-tart thing (It's a PopTart, I fail at being clever) I'll sit down and draft the New Constitution.


Or maybe I'll eat another PopTart. Really, it could go either way.

A Brief Introduction

Hello, reader. I haven't any real idea how you've found me, but I thank you for showing enough interest to at least read this far into this post.

So, regarding the blog title... I'm currently a Sophomore at Clarkson University, in St. Lawrence County, New York. I'm studying Chemical Engineering and Applied Mathematics for my Bachelor's, then getting my Master's in one or the other. "But Anonymous," you ask, "Why would an Engineer do something crazy and expressive like write a blog?" Well, curious reader, I have a tendency to have ideas that I wish to share but no real outlet, so here it is.

I'm going to do my best to remain Anonymous, because some things I same may be rather inflammatory or in general frowned upon if people here knew. Hey, I calls 'em like I sees 'em (but no, Futurama fans, I'm not a Whale Biologist).

So, here it is: my first blog post. Hopefully the first of many to come. I can't promise regularity, coherency, relevance, or worth, but I can promise that some things you read here will be one or more of those things, if not several.

~Anonymous Male