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I read Hamlet a few times, and decided that Hamlet was crazy. He was seeing things; he was paranoid; he talked to himself (yes those were soliloquies, but still). It sounds like schizophrenia. Or perhaps I am wrong and there is some "method to [his] madness." Regardless, on my first read of Hamlet, I was intrigued by the concept of what is sanity and how one loses it. Even before that time, the concept of the insane was a preoccupation for me. Growing up, particularly in high school my greatest fear was that I would lose my sanity. I am sure that this is not a normal phobia for high school students, but it was a concern for me. Perhaps it was because I have always had a desire to think in a perfectly rational way, and insanity would be the most noteworthy threat to that goal. Or maybe the thought of thinking in different thoughts and thought patterns than I thought that I will always think with, was a thought that I could not get my mind around... much like this sentence. Or It could be that I would occasionally have the inclination to do something that was outside the realm of normal behaviour and in some cases, I saw no reason to inhibit this behaviour other than for the reason that it was not normal. For instance, one time, I spent an entire shift at work trying to make a light switch go off when someone moved a stack of bread crates out of the way (for further enlightenment on this issue see the following link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIvGLOJPels ). While it was mildly amusing, it was definitely outside of the realm of things into which people would normally invest 8 hours. After putting a lot of thought into this irrational fear (pun intended), I concluded that I was not crazy and did not want to fall into the deep end of the madness pool (but sometimes it is fun to wade in the shallows). I have heard that there is a fine line between genius and insanity, and I imagine that this is true. I no longer fear insanity in the same manner as I had once done, but I am still intrigued by that line. I wonder where it is and how one crosses it. Perhaps someday I will know.

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The Facts About Bottled Water

This video brightened my day, and I hope it brightens yours!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdm1ri_1s10&feature=channel

Hey all! TeeF here again writing something that'll hopefully stimulate your retinas and your heart. As many of you know I had car troubles recently as you saw in my previous post. You might think that the problems previously stated are bad but I have yet to begin!!

    I made the paper one summer. I was working for Apallofus Construction Ltd., and we were demolishing an old building. The building in question was an old school house laced with asbestos. My job was to spray the remains with a fire hose. The theory behind this was that the water would keep the dust down and the asbestos out of our lungs. The newspaper took a picture of me spraying the remains and added the caption "A Piece of History Destroyed." And that hurt a little. Was I really destroying history? And even if I was, was I not justified in doing so? The old school house represented something historical to some people, but to others, it was just an old building. To me the building represented the pain of being stuck in school when the outside was welcoming and free. With the use of my representation, the headline could have read "A Piece of 'the Pain from being Stuck in School' Destroyed." I like that headline better, but would have to admit that it is not as catchy.

    The point of this blog is to answer the question of what symbols of our world would I destroy if (and only if) I was a psychopath. Now it would have to be a powerful symbol to make such an act worthwhile, and it would have to be a famous building to add power to the message. Now the building that I would choose would be Harpo Studios. The building itself is not famous but Harpo Productions is famous for harbouring terrorists and Oprah. (Note: Oprah is not a terrorist per se, but she is still associated with such things.) I think that she and Dr. Phil may even have Weapons of Mass Destruction.

    Second choice would be the white house. We did it in 1814 and the Aliens did it in 1996 (see Independence Day). Why not do it again?

     What would you destroy?

As many of you know I, TeeF, have just moved to E-town! The news in itself is good, but the method of my arrival is an entirely different story. Although I'm glad to be here, I'd rather be here with a little more cash to throw around.

It all began just outside of Chamberlin(1 hour outside of Regina) when my car started making a really awful noise! It sounded like a moped with the high pitched whine whenever i went over 2500 rpm. Now this couldn't be good I thought as I pulled over to the side of the road. I quickly got out of the car, popped the hood and checked to see if there were any visible damages or leaks. It all looked okay but i wasn't satisfied. I called my dad and he suggested either I come back home or continue to a small town about 20 km farther and have it checked out there. I went to the town and entered this old fashioned garage engine repair shop.

Now normally I leave it to the experts but these guys looked nothing like the sort! They were regular small town old people. Instead of hooking up a computer to my car to diagnose it they took a small wooden squeegee handle and listened to the engine through the handle! Long story short they couldn't figure out what the problem was but they said it was probably just a dirty cam lifter hitting pieces of gunk. One younger more reliable looking guy said he has had the same problem before and that I just need some valve cleaner. So they sent me on my way and I picked up some valve cleaner in Saskatoon.

At first it seemed like it worked! The noise got quieter and it seemed like it was running smoother. So I continued my journey to Edmonton. Just after Lloydminster It started making the noise even louder then before and the oil light came on. I was confident though that I would be able to make it to Edmonton. About 10 miles outside of Edmonton my oil light went off and the noise quit! I shouted out joyous yelps!

Just as when Montreal missed that field goal and it was too many men on the field my heart dropped... as my car began to shudder and shake. I popped the clutch and my engine died going 100 km an hour with no power steering or brakes. I wrestled with the Wheel barely avoiding the ditch and came to a sudden halt on the shoulder of the busy highway.

I was devastated. I called my parents and they arranged for a tow truck to pick up my car and I called Mike to rescue me! I sat in my cold car wrapped in a blanket watching Fanboys. Finally my rescue team arrived and I was taken to safety while my car was taken to the shop..

Thus ended my trip to Edmonton.

Well, here we go... my first blog entry evaaaaa. I dont know what to say.. i didn't think this day would ever come. Im also not sure if i will ever post again. It depends on how this goes. Just for the record, blog is a weird/cool word. well, here goes...

Things on my Head... That is the name of a video blog that I found on you tube. Titles of somea few of this guy's video blogs include, Notebook, Hammer, Hamlet (in Klingon)... I watched a few of his videos... Ya, he is just balancing that crap on his head. And why does this guy even own a copy of Hamlet in Klingon.
http://www.youtube.com/user/thingsonmyhead&rclk=cth#p/u/1/8LyZP8-a_iE
Look it up. It is weird.
Oh wait... this one is the most awkward:
http://www.youtube.com/user/thingsonmyhead&rclk=cth#p/u/14/Aoh-vjkqmmk

Crayola's Law: "The number of colors doubles every 28 years"

Isn't it beautiful

This Sunday while some friends were over at our house, an iphone was brought out to grease the wheels of our social interaction. While messing around we discovered the bubble wrap app. Snap. Snap. Snap. That was the sound that it made as we blissfully popped the bubbles. As much fun as it was, it was not the same as the real thing. Apple products can only provide you with fun and never true Joy. Joy can only be achieved in the real world or PCs. I digress. Bubble wrap popping sparked a crackling fire inside of my heart. This fire consumed a small piece of heart. After this piece burned into ash, the flames left me with a hole in that corner of my heart. I thought this hole would never be filled, but tonight it was. When I came home from school, I entered my room and to my suprise I found a brand new roll of real-life bubble wrap. Joy and exclamations of glee shortly followed. This was followed by gratitude towards Bo and Bri. One could not ask for better roommates.

During the first week of The Cauldron's existence, it's residents raised the topic of stand-up comedy. It was decided that one day in the future, we would have a night dedicated to making each other laugh. The time was not established and I feared that, like too many good ideas, it would slip through the cracks and be lost amidst the waves of life.

Last night while reading an article titled "Psychology as Philosophy" ( a dry little ditty about the validity of psychology as a science), a few of my roommates pleasantly interrupted my reading with an announcement. They desired to set a date for our open mic night. The joy that filled my soul overflowed into the cockles of my heart. I was pleased. Now the anticipation of this event drives me to be a better person... or at the very least, a funnier person.

After staying up until 3:30 in the morning writing a commentary on a Journal Article concerning the importance of studying music in a social context, I now sit, four hours of sleep and 3 hours of class later. As I rest in the balcony above the G-mac pool, I listen to "It's Raining Men" and watch people participate in water aerobics. I am inclined to study this phenomena and discover the reasons that one would (a) participate in such an activity and (b) participate in it more than once a week. I have 11 pages of readings that would say that studying this would be important. After 25 years of nagging curiosity, I have finally realized that some situations should not be questioned. This is not because the answers may be unpleasant or unattainable. It is because if we knew why we would even entertain the thought of listening to "It's raining Men" while aqua-sizing, we would likely avoid such situations and humanity would lose some great moments of spectator amusement.
Therefore, I publicly thank senior citizens for their choices in Tuesday morning activities and research psychologists for keeping us in the dark.

my favorite memory of teef is when his car broke down.... and then he told dave. and then dave told teef. da end

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