So I was reading an article on CNN.com on the topic of global warming.
Evidently the polar bears are screwed up there.
I felt bad for the cute bears, so I decided to read the article.
Just some interesting points in the article...
They begin with saying how horrably the artic is melting, and then they say that even though the reports are getting better than last year, they're still worse...
Ok...
My favorite quote: "We are still losing the ice cover at a rate of 10 percent per decade now, and that is quite an increase from five years ago,"
Wait a minute... we've got a trend they are measuring by the decade... and their comparing it with information from 5 years ago... Does that make sense?
I'm not a doctor in any way, I'll be the first to admit it, but one thing I am is fairly sure that a decade is more than 5 years...
One last little bit for my pre-dinner rant...
They said that polar bears are resorting to canabalism because of the fix they're in. They very well may be, but their "documented report" of that is a bear breaking into another bears den and killing it.
Hmm.
I thought canabalism involved dinner...
Oh well, still not a doctor.
24 September 2008
17 September 2008
In the News...
Well I suppose it makes sense that an academy preparing leaders to do... whatever the hell leaders do... would require its students to follow the news somewhat studiously.
Unpredicted Benefit #1: I actually have a fair idea of what is going on in the world...
Unpredicted Benefit #2: I have a very large quantity of new things to rant about.
Just some little things today...
A CNN partner article about a new inflatable bridge system taught me a lot. Essentially they "invented" the pontoon bridge...
"...[the bridge] can be used during wars and in combat..."
I think I read elsewhere it can also be used in battle.
After they bragged about its combat/war readiness, they said the bridge could be put up in merely three hours!
Now that is combat speed.
Right.
At optional dinners here, they play the news or random television, and i caught the tail end of a news report about a awful murder in New York City.
I don't really recall many of the details of the crime, but something that stuck with me was the way they ended the report.
As they show a cat in a carrier, the reporters talk about how its such a pity that the cat doesn't have a home any more, and the "worst part" is that the cat may have witnessed what happened to its owners.
After pausing to make sure I hadn't begun ranting aloud, I couldn't help but wonder how after giving a report about two people who had been murdered, the cat's feelings are the closer to the article.
Wow...
Unpredicted Benefit #1: I actually have a fair idea of what is going on in the world...
Unpredicted Benefit #2: I have a very large quantity of new things to rant about.
Just some little things today...
A CNN partner article about a new inflatable bridge system taught me a lot. Essentially they "invented" the pontoon bridge...
"...[the bridge] can be used during wars and in combat..."
I think I read elsewhere it can also be used in battle.
After they bragged about its combat/war readiness, they said the bridge could be put up in merely three hours!
Now that is combat speed.
Right.
At optional dinners here, they play the news or random television, and i caught the tail end of a news report about a awful murder in New York City.
I don't really recall many of the details of the crime, but something that stuck with me was the way they ended the report.
As they show a cat in a carrier, the reporters talk about how its such a pity that the cat doesn't have a home any more, and the "worst part" is that the cat may have witnessed what happened to its owners.
After pausing to make sure I hadn't begun ranting aloud, I couldn't help but wonder how after giving a report about two people who had been murdered, the cat's feelings are the closer to the article.
Wow...
08 September 2008
Really?
The first really good day after Cadet Basic Training was A-Day. A-Day, or Acceptance Day (Acceptance is what the "A" stands for in case any of you aspiring Einsteins were wondering) is when the incoming freshman class move up from being the worm crap underneath the metaphorical totem pole all the way up to the moss on the bottom of the totem pole.
Families come up, and the entire class is, in general, pretty pumped about getting promoted from New Cadet to Cadet Private. ...hooah... (Sarcastic motivation, hooah?)
As great as that weekend is, the newly promoted privates are restricted to a 5 mile radius around the academy, and cannot cross the Hudson River.
Fortunately there is a city that is in that circle, and it has a few restaurants! Woohoo!
I was walking down the main drag of the town when we spotted this...
(I don't feel like elaborating so I hope you can fill in some of the ranting yourself)
Families come up, and the entire class is, in general, pretty pumped about getting promoted from New Cadet to Cadet Private. ...hooah... (Sarcastic motivation, hooah?)
As great as that weekend is, the newly promoted privates are restricted to a 5 mile radius around the academy, and cannot cross the Hudson River.
Fortunately there is a city that is in that circle, and it has a few restaurants! Woohoo!
I was walking down the main drag of the town when we spotted this...
(I don't feel like elaborating so I hope you can fill in some of the ranting yourself)
I was somewhat worried about the food at the restaurant when I read the window... A very informative window too... Why hell, they have Beer, Lunch & Dinner, Kids Under 10 Years of Age, and an All you can eat Buffet!
Tasty.
Ranting in New York: 1st Edition
Ok.
It's been a while!
Now I know that recently the quality of my rants has been sinking, but I've had a couple months to find new interesting things to complain about. Woo.
In case you were unaware, this rant is coming straight from West Point. Best and brightest, hooah?
...Ha ha... Hooah...
It will probably become obvious that my rants become more military oriented, mostly because that is what I am surrounded by. If that's not cool with you, I present you with my most sincere not giving a damn.
Anyways!
Lets discuss stupidity for a little while. I've always found that to be a pleasant topic.
Knowing that most of the three people who ever read this will probably have no idea what "Laundry Duties" are, I will forgo the whole "In case you don't know what this is..." sentence, even though I pretty much wrote it all out here, and just tell you.
Laundry duties are when all of the laundry comes back from the laundry place either on hangers or wrapped up in bundles.
All of the laundry goes to a lucky plebe's (freshman's) room, and all the plebes in the company gather to distribute the laundry to the upper class men.
Small details: The laundry has to be delivered in a very specific order, the people carrying the laundry have to know pretty much every detail of the destination, and upperclassmen are waiting outside the door ready to break the little plebe down to tears.
Our chain of command during Cadet Basic Training decided they should familiarize us with Laundry Duties, so we piled a bunch of people into a tiny dorm room, shut the door and tried to get 'er done.
Now I don't know how it would work with an average mix of people, but pretty much everyone at this school is a person oriented towards leadership. An unfortunate side effect of this can be narrow mindedness. It makes for amusement for me though.
After getting yelled at a lot, and after the room had heated up quite a bit due to the large number of people, a lot of people decided they wanted to be heroes and try to take control of the sweaty mob.
By this time everyone knew that the best way to sort the situation out was to be quiet, so about 3/4 of the people in the room stopped talking. The remaining 1/4 of the room started yelling among themselves to be quiet.
One person would say to be quiet.
"Shut Up!!!" Another would interject.
Next came "Guys Seriously!!! Stop Talking!"
And so it went... At that point my room mate and I decided to leave...
It's been a while!
Now I know that recently the quality of my rants has been sinking, but I've had a couple months to find new interesting things to complain about. Woo.
In case you were unaware, this rant is coming straight from West Point. Best and brightest, hooah?
...Ha ha... Hooah...
It will probably become obvious that my rants become more military oriented, mostly because that is what I am surrounded by. If that's not cool with you, I present you with my most sincere not giving a damn.
Anyways!
Lets discuss stupidity for a little while. I've always found that to be a pleasant topic.
Knowing that most of the three people who ever read this will probably have no idea what "Laundry Duties" are, I will forgo the whole "In case you don't know what this is..." sentence, even though I pretty much wrote it all out here, and just tell you.
Laundry duties are when all of the laundry comes back from the laundry place either on hangers or wrapped up in bundles.
All of the laundry goes to a lucky plebe's (freshman's) room, and all the plebes in the company gather to distribute the laundry to the upper class men.
Small details: The laundry has to be delivered in a very specific order, the people carrying the laundry have to know pretty much every detail of the destination, and upperclassmen are waiting outside the door ready to break the little plebe down to tears.
Our chain of command during Cadet Basic Training decided they should familiarize us with Laundry Duties, so we piled a bunch of people into a tiny dorm room, shut the door and tried to get 'er done.
Now I don't know how it would work with an average mix of people, but pretty much everyone at this school is a person oriented towards leadership. An unfortunate side effect of this can be narrow mindedness. It makes for amusement for me though.
After getting yelled at a lot, and after the room had heated up quite a bit due to the large number of people, a lot of people decided they wanted to be heroes and try to take control of the sweaty mob.
By this time everyone knew that the best way to sort the situation out was to be quiet, so about 3/4 of the people in the room stopped talking. The remaining 1/4 of the room started yelling among themselves to be quiet.
One person would say to be quiet.
"Shut Up!!!" Another would interject.
Next came "Guys Seriously!!! Stop Talking!"
And so it went... At that point my room mate and I decided to leave...
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