Pass it on!

Someone spent who knows how many hours programming what is likely to be the most awkwardly frustrating game of tetris ever made.

All so that several millions of people can come to the site, try it out for about 5 seconds, give up, leave, pass it on to a friend or post it somewhere, and then never think of it e're again.

Here it is:

First Person Tetris

I am done.

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BLAHH!! Are you BLIND???@$%*&^

Today I waved at a girl sitting on the grass as I drove by. She waved back and smiled.

My roommate pulled up to a light and stopped in the crosswalk right before a girl was about to cross. Since I was in the passenger seat with my window down, I said "Sorry about that." She replied with a very friendly, "no worries, I do it all the time!" And she walked around.

None of this happy fluffy jolly brotherly kindness changes the crippling disease that is rampant in the city of LA.

No one ever pays attention when the light turns green.

It's not that hard! The lights are not sooo long that you have time to pull out a box of parchment and a quill pen and start writing your memoirs. Seriously! Pay attention! Doesn't anyone want to get to where they're going? No wonder we have such pukishly awful traffic!

Ironically I've also noticed that most people will not honk their horns in this situation until it is way too late. The ONE time that it's actually appropriate to honk your horn, and yet everywhere I go I hear nothing but honking all over the place except for when it would actually be justified! Why??

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steeeeeeeephen!

Bryan sent me some snide demand that I make a new post the other day, simultaneously reminding me that I even have a blog, and making me not want to post anything on it.

Still, The Ginkgo Dew shall live on yet a while longer.

I moved.

Best decision I've ever made.

Fact: My new apartment has a deck that is the same size as my old apartment's living room, dining room, and kitchen combined.

Fact: For the first time in 8 years, I have my own bedroom.

Fact: I am no longer afraid to bring girls over.

Aaannnnnnddd... as an added bonus, I found my old keys whilst moving my bed. I lost them 6 months ago. That's right. I haven't been able to drive anywhere or even leave the apartment for SIX MONTHS!!

I don't think many people know how to spell "withdrawal."

That last sentence has nothing to do with this next sentence. I just got back from San Diego. A super random little excursion with 7 other people that I've never met in my life. Here's a picture of me eating kettle corn:

Horray!

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Sandstone Peak

Some very brilliant man a long time ago had the idea to build 50 miles of blissfully sweet highway right along the shoreline, called the Pacific Coast Highway. It feels like you're just driving down the beach. Which is what you're doing. So that makes sense.

I went on a hiking adventure with "Michelle", as they call her, whatever that's about. Psssh.

We went to the "second highest peak in the Santa Monica mountains." Quite a prestigious location for those who live within a 10 mile radius.

For your viewing enjoyment, I made a 360 panorama of the peak, including the ground in front of me.

You can click on it to see it bigger.

Or, if you really want to get the full effect, print it out on a 10-foot long stretch of paper and wrap it around your head! Awesome!!!

For extra points, see if you can find the dudes that were smoking weed.

Anyway, the whole hike was worth it just for the drive there. 26 miles of blissfully open, sunny beach. And clean air. It was gorgeous, though I've come to discover that anything without buildings and people in it is very beautiful when you live in LA.

Here are some of Michelle's thoroughly dramatic shots that she took as we were driving there. As you can see, a very beautiful drive indeed.











Also, Michelle thought it was very important that I take a picture of this rock. So here it is.

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Robot!

It took me three hours to do my taxes yesterday. When did things ever become so complicated?

I mean really. Life would be so much better if everyone just paid a percentage of their income. The form would have like three lines, and it would look like this:

1. Yo, How much money you got? ______
2. Multiply that times .2
3. Dat's what you owe, foo. Pay up or move to Mexico.

Done and done. How hard is that?

Anywho, for some reason last night I had a weird urge to draw a picture of a robot, so I did. There's a slight possibility that it has something to do with the fact that my roommates were watching I-Robot.


Drawing is weird. It's either very therapeutic or incredibly frustrating, and it usually all depends on the first few lines. You mess those up and it's over. And by "over", I mean "your face shrivels up into a black hole."


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Frisbee is dangerous.

I really like playing Ultimate Frisbee. It's like basketball for white people.

Yesterday, however, I had a bit of a mishap due to my lack of cleats and excess of slippery shoes.

I don't remember all the details but I'm pretty sure it went a lot like this:





Like I said, the details are all a bit fuzzy, but I remember a very loud, distinct "pop" which was confirmed by everyone around me as I crumbled in pain to the ground.

I've never broken a bone before. This didn't change that. I'm actually fine. But that "pop", which was heard by people at the other end of the field, was a little disturbing.

Anyway, I walked home afterwards, about a mile, which kinda sucked but I still did it so I must be okay, right? Right? Guys? Am I right?

I can't really walk today, of course, but I think it'll be fine in a day or two.


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Follow your dreams!

Every now and then I'll stumble across some inspirational quotes, which are always fun to read but I don't understand why they always seem to have a common theme that is more or less the same:

"Everyone will tell you that you can't do it. But you can blah blah blah."

Lies. I've never met anyone that told me I can't succeed. In fact people almost always tend to grossly overestimate my abilities and convince me that I'm the most talented freak on the planet and that I cannot possibly fail no matter what.

I can't imagine any parent or spouse or whatever that would consciously be all up in your face like

"What's that, sweetheart? You want to be an astronaut? Well give up because YOU SUCK!! Time for dinner."

I imagine that if I ever did meet such a person, they would look a lot like this:

But you should never judge someone by their looks. And yes I did just draw that with my mouse. It's hard! Sheesh.

In fact it seems as though there's a strange correlation between the amount of marketable skills involved in your goals and dreams and the amount of encouragement you get from people telling you to pursue said dreams.

I've made a chart to help illustrate the point:

Anywho, as it turns out, I got accepted into the graduate film scoring program at USC, which is arguably the best film program in the world. A lot of work. A lot of money. I'll let you know if I become famous.


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