The End

This blog has served its purpose, whatever that was. After taking into considerations the opinions of my siblings, who dislike me talking about them online, I have decided it is time to stop. I suppose what finally pushed me over the edge on this one was when we were talking about my blog two nights ago during evening family time. While talking about the different advantages between dating and courting (don't comment) Grandma asked me if I supported courting, how come I blogged. When I asked her what she meant, she said they didn't seem like they belong in the same culture. I sort of see her point: Blogging is quite undignified. The siblings treat my blog like some sort of gossip rag.

So I'm putting down my pen. This is the final post. Au Revoir. C'est la vie. Adios Amigos! And all that lovely french stuff.

Visual Rhyme

While taking the hot smelly garbage can down to the curb, I spotted Dad's garden. It is too bad he's in Scotland right now because his daisies are blooming and they look phenomenal. While I was looking at them, all I could think of was "Hey, I should take a picture. That garden has lots of visual rhyme." It must be because they are planted on a hill, but every daisy leans the same way at the same angle. It's beautiful.

Grandparents

The Grandparents arrived yesterday and have been regaling us with stories of our beloved cousins for the past twenty-four hours. They'll be in town for the entire time that the parents are gone. The parents left about two hours ago. Now is the time to begin plans for world domination. With my parents gone, what dastardly mischief should I get up to first? Hmmmmm...

Pleading the Fifth

The fifth amendment in the McPherson bill of rights must be, "You don't have to help someone if you are an idiot." Otherwise people wouldn't plead ignorance so much. This morning I was having trouble installing an application. I asked Grace how she installed it and she said Mom did it for her so she had no idea. Since Mom is always busy, I figured it would be best not to bother her. After my typical prodding and banging and replacing random important sounding files routine, I discovered that I was lacking "Microsoft.NET 3.5" (I had something like 1.44 B.C.) I took all the files off Grace's computer and replaced all my important looking files with those ones. (That disclaimer in the WINDOWS file that says "IF YOU REPLACE ANY OF THESE FILES YOUR COMPUTER MAY CEASE TO FUNCTION" is obviously nonsense)

Anyway, no cigar. I went downstairs to ask for help. I asked Mom and she naturally asked Andrew, since Andrew is the "smart" computer guy. Anyway after he said that of course I couldn't simply replace some files! This was a Process!! It's not that simple! I therefore asked him how to replace a process. No use. He had apparently heard that dealing with processes was difficult but he couldn't actually give me any useful advice.

Yeah, I eventually figured everything out on my own. After downloading a Microsoft.NET 3.5 installer and finding out it was a "Bootstrapper" (It sounds illegal but it isn't.) I downloaded a different installer and got it to work. Phew. Very exhausting. Just one of many good reasons that I did not go into computer science.

Mystery Show Mystery

As you might all know, I have been doing nothing this summer, which is to say I have been so bored that I have been doing everything I can get my hands on. I've been reading books, programming games I had dropped months ago, and watching every netflix that comes in the house. This means that I have gotten to see several mystery shows, including one that Mom and Dad recently started called "Inspector Lewis." The entire plot of the episode I watched was rather unsavory since it entailed rape and adultery and stuff so I'm not going to go into details. Suffice to say at the end, I had no idea who the rapist was.

Mom and Dad say as a general rule that British mysteries are better than American mysteries because they are more complex. There are so many rabbit trails on top of each other that it is much harder to figure out what had happened. However, I for one say there are too many rabbit trails when you aren't sure at the end who exactly was guilty. I looked up the plot synopsis online and I found out the rapist was one of the murdered parties. Too many murders definitely clog up the clarity machine. I remember Poirot would always explain the entire murder process and how he figured it out before making an arrest. I say that Lewis could take some pointers.

New Poll

I was so bored that I didn't make a new poll last week. But I made a new one this week in honor of the new Twilight coming out! Alright, everyone, the question that everyone's been asking: Edward or Jacob!! Since I haven't read the books (and probably none of my voters have either) there will probably not be much insight in this poll, but give it your best shot.

Eclipse

Here's something I didn't know: Edward and Bella weren't together during the second movie. I found this out when Alexie said: "Eclipse is coming out and everyone's freaking out because it has both a werewolf AND a vampire in it."
"Wait!" said I, "You mean Edward wasn't in the second one?"
"Nope."
"He was only in the first one?"
"Weeell, he was in the second one a little bit. But all he did was dump Bella and then have this dream that Bella died and then decide to hook up with her again when it turned out the dream wasn't real. But Jacob was the main guy for pretty much all of it."
Instead of wondering how she knew this I simply marveled at how much I didn't know. Thing I didn't know number 2: Twilight is a tetralogy. Not a trilogy! Wow!