Category - Music

So, Tim Tebow won the Heisman Trophy. How about that? America's best college football player is right here at the University of Florida. And I seem to been bitten by the Tebow bug. How about that? I even changed The World of Stuff's logo subtly:

For those of you wondering whether I changed the site's name to The Woroned of Fivetuff, Tim Tebow's jersey number is 15. Now you know.

I finally finished my paper for America in the Fifties today. Coincidentally, it was due today. Anyway, it's a relief to have it done. The only thing I have left to worry about is my calculus exam on Thursday. And selling my textbooks. And buying ones for next semester. And deciding where I should live next year. And...

It's been almost a week since classes ended, and it's been fun not having to wake up early. Yesterday my suitemates had a barbecue out behind the dorm. You can't really have a barbecue on a Monday night, normally. After that, we went in and watched TV in the common room. We ended up settling on a show about gangs in LA. We joked about forming our own gang called the East Side Deuces (Hume East 2nd floor 4 lyfe, y'all.) Surprisingly, a Google search for "East Side Deuces" yields two hits.

Then my roommate made the mistake of trying to drink a can of Diet Dr Pepper that someone had left out with a sign that said "Free!" "That's odd," I said, "the can design doesn't look like that anymore." I checked the expiration date. The soda was three years old. Crazy times...

A few months ago, I mentioned that the state of Florida was having a contest to replace its state song, which has a catchy tune but is pretty racist in its lyrics. Today, the three finalists went up for voting by the public. Here's what I thought of each one.

• "Florida (Where the Sawgrass Meets the Sky)" - The lyrics are pretty nice, but the song seems overproduced. It sounds more like a pop song than it should. The vocal range for these submissions was supposed to be pretty narrow, but I can't imagine trying to sing this one.
• "Florida, My Home" - Pretty boring and includes references to a god. Why trade one offensive song for another? The new song should be inclusive to all Floridians.
• "My Florida Home" - Even though the lyrics are a little vague, I thought this one sounded the most like a state song should. I like how it features the word "home" prominently in the lyrics.

The voting continues till January 9.

I Am a Host at the Olive Garden is a series of comics a guy drew while he was a host at the Olive Garden. They're about being a host at the Olive Garden.

Check out The History of Lolcats, a documentary by Ben Burrns. Having recently seen part of "Eyes on the Prize," I can't help but notice how Dr. Flufflesworth, D.F.A., sounds like that guy with the eye patch.

I had my first final exam today. In the morning. At 7:30. Yuck.

I had never seen so many people out and about on campus at 7:00 in the morning on a Saturday, but lots of people are in this chemistry class, and I'm sure there were some other exams at that time also. My studying paid off, largely due to the help of a study guide posted online by one of the professors -- a list of exactly as many topics as there were questions on the exam. Sure enough, the exam followed the topics on the list in order. (Do you really think I otherwise would have memorized the integrated first-order rate equation?) I did well enough to get an A in the class. I've also gotten A's in Social Geography and chem lab. Next: a history paper (due Tuesday) and a calculus final (Thursday).

This past week, on a cold Tuesday night, I went with my suitemates Adam and Cameron to the intramural flag football championship game, held in The Swamp. During the game, my eyes drifted toward the south side of the stadium, where Heisman Trophy winners Steve Spurrier (1966) and Danny Wuerffel (1996) are honored. Next to Wuerffel's jersey and name, someone had placed hand-drawn posters of a makeshift jersey with the number 15 and the name Tim Tebow.

Tebow is the man here at the University of Florida. He's as charismatic as he is physically imposing. (I've seen the guy. He's big.) Women want to be with him. Men want to be him. What's more, the sophomore quarterback has been very successful this season, and by all accounts, he's one of the best players in college football. I went to the game during which he became the first quarterback in NCAA history to throw for 20 touchdowns and rush for as many in a single season. Perhaps his defining moment of the season came in the last game of the season against Florida State, where he broke his non-throwing hand scoring a touchdown in the third quarter and continued to play through the end of the game.

And now Tebow is the front-runner for the Heisman Trophy, considered the highest honor in college football. The award is presented tonight, and he was invited to the ceremony. A majority of Heisman voters polled have said they're voting for him. The only thing he has going against him is that he's a sophomore, and almost all Heisman winners in the past have been seniors -- the rest have been juniors. But maybe today in New York, Tim Tebow will break tradition. It wouldn't be the first time.

I can't even imagine how crazy everyone around here would get if he won. I bet they'd throw him a parade. Everyone's wild about the guy as it is. They'll probably love him even more even if he doesn't win. That's Tebowmania.

It's time to answer some Ask Jordon questions.

teddy: what would you do if you were the las person on earth?

Isn't there a movie coming out that has something to do with that theme? Wouldn't it be more likely, as the movie seems to suggest, that even if you think you are the las(t) person on Earth, you're probably not? How would you know? Or are we just talking about a sort of "I haven't seen anyone around for years, so I think everyone in the area is dead"-type feeling? Would it really make a difference if there are still a few people left on the other side of the globe? How about this: what if I and someone else were the last people on Earth? That would be a more interesting question.

Eric the Red: What falls from the sky in the poster for "Woman is the Nigger of the World"? Are they bullets? Lipstick tubes? Phalli? (see Shaved Fish cover)

Haven't seen it. My knowledge of the Beatles effectively ends at 1970. I do know that "Woman Is the Nigger of the World" is a song by John Lennon and Yoko Ono. (I DONT ADVOCATE CALLING PEOPLE NAMES OK) Can I have a high-res version of the Shaved Fish cover for a very good look? And is that really the plural of "phallus"? Also, why didn't your browser send a user-agent string when submitting the Ask Jordon form? Are you my friend Luke? All evidence points to it.

Sasha: Will I get lucky tonight?

Why are you asking me? Do I look like a Magic 8-Ball? Is there anything I can do to help you out? Are you a guy or a girl?

The Open Font Library is a project that collects freely usable fonts.

"What happens when you mail a letter to someone, but instead of putting a 39 cent stamp from the post office, you just tape on some loose change adding up to 39 cents?" Find out.

What would Earth be like if we had no moon?

On Monday night, I went to see Less Than Jake play a show on Flavet Field, which is a short walk from my dorm. I'm not that big into ska, but my friend Sean is, so he came all the way up from UCF to see them for the seventh time. Since Less Than Jake was the headliner, I first listened to the opening acts, which were The Expendables, Reel Big Fish, and Pepper. Of those three, I had only heard of Reel Big Fish, but they all put on a good show. Between the second and third acts, I got hungry and went to the dining hall for a bite to eat. I didn't miss much, though.

But yeah, Less Than Jake was a real crowd-pleaser. Sean was up in the front the whole time, and he almost got to go onstage. They were picking out a random single guy and girl from the audience. They asked the guy and the girl to make out while they were playing a song, and the two strangers obliged. Then the girl pulled another girl onto the stage and they started making out. Such is the power that ska has over people. I must say, it does get the toes a-tappin'. I really had a good time, even though I didn't skank. I'd probably see Less Than Jake again.

Speaking of bands that I really don't know that well: about a year ago, a waitress at Chili's said I looked like Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance... "when he had dark hair." Not like I was familiar with the guy anyway. And what's stranger is that a few other people I met also thought I looked like him. Have a look for yourself:

The other day, I was walking back to my dorm from class when a guy on a bike stopped beside me and said I looked like Adam Jones of Tool. He said that with my long hair and everything, I could pass for the guy's brother. I didn't know who Adam Jones was, but I mentioned that some people thought I looked like the guy from My Chemical Romance. He didn't know who Gerard Way was either. But I do kind of look like Adam Jones:

(Oh yeah, and there's a picture of me on the About Me page.)

The people have spoken! Just in time for the holidays, you can get World of Stuff gear at the World of Stuff Store. Available for purchase are T-shirts, tank tops, and sweatshirts with the "Property of" design I posted recently, but if people will actually buy this stuff, maybe I'll think of some other things to add.

And for your information, here's how the store works. It's run by CafePress. You order through them, and they fill the order -- I have nothing to do with it except that I get a cut of the profit. All the money I make will go toward running the web site. So check out the World of Stuff Store and see what I currently have to offer.

Here are 20 weird English words with their definitions. I had heard of about three of them. Number 7 should be "limerence."

When you call someone, isn't it considered polite for them to, say... call you back?

I count this as number four. Time to move on. What does the world have against Jordon Kalilich?

Just before I left home on Monday, I decided on a whim to take up the shovelglove again. I briefly took up this form of sledgehammer exercise two years ago but stopped after I overexerted myself. Since then I've been lazy/trying to forget it/afraid of exercising. But for some reason, I remembered it and decided to give it another try.

I brought my 4-kg sledgehammer and have started doing some movements with it in the morning. A 14-minute session is recommended, but I think I'll work up to it this time. Last time, I tried to do the whole 14 minutes too soon, and I couldn't move my arms for a few days. I'm doing the same movements I did last time: shoveling, churning butter, chopping wood, and flipping the lever. I think I'll try the Ab Killer as well.

Do check out my online HabitCal (habit calendar) on which I'll mark my successes and failures. (The color code is: green = success, red = failure, yellow = exempt day.) Right now I'll count doing the movements as a success, but when I can do the full 14 minutes, I'll be tougher with the definition.

I am Jordon. People ask me things. I answer them.

Michael : I would like to know the truth about the Beatles 1964 coin that is resurficeing,. Who made it, Why and Who were they given to. I Thank you, Mike

Hm. I know about the Beatles, and I know about coins, but I don't know about Beatle coins. A quick Google search suggests that some bronze coins were made to commemorate a visit they made to the United States in 1964. Since I didn't bother to go past page one of the Google search results, I don't know who would have issued them, and it's possible that some or all of them were made years after the fact.

Tim: How much does it need to go to Ameryca one time?

Tim, thankses, to ask to me over a travel towards the Ameryca. It is a beautiful station of job, that the sure one is that estimated. The Ameryca, For Your Information must once be a lot. I hope that you he find it valid.

Here's a fine example of stop-motion animation with real people: Tony vs. Paul.

20 Things You Didn't Know About... Nothing.

Here's a list of most common nicknames for first names based on 1990 US Census data.

Sometimes the most ordinary things have remarkable secrets waiting to be told. Yesterday, I was reading the Gainesville Sun online when I came across this article.

Since my dorm is located at that intersection, my curiosity was piqued.

After class yesterday, I made my way back to that intersection as always. I had turned to Wikipedia to find out what a sycamore actually looks like. (I'm from South Florida, where there are no deciduous forests like you have.) And there I saw it: a tree I had passed numerous times before, one that I would see whenever I was on the bus. I stopped for a moment to examine it from across the street. An ordinary tree.

I turned and saw that someone was behind me on the sidewalk, so I started walking again. And as I did so, I turned my eyes up to the endless blue sky.

My sister and I went to see Bill Nye (the Science Guy) speak yesterday. I'd been pumped about it for a while. I think it was actually the first celebrity speaking engagement (Bill Nye is a celebrity to me) at UF since the incident at the John Kerry forum in September. So then they announced that there would be a short Q&A session after Bill Nye's lecture, I was a little worried.

It turned out that there was nothing to worry about. Bill Nye gave a talk on sundials, space exploration, global climate change, and alternative energy sources, all in his usual humorous style. He seems to have taken up saying hip phrases like "crazy" (as an adjective), "Uh... chyah," and "Are you high?" And people went crazy for him. There were girls shouting, "I love you, Bill Nye!" In fact, so many people were there that they couldn't all fit in the theater. Some people had to watch him on a screen outside.

The questions and answer session was pretty uneventful, although I did learn some things. Bill Nye had a hard time hearing people ask questions in the microphones because the speakers weren't facing him. When someone asked about the technological singularity, he didn't seem to know about it. But I did find out that his favorite movie is Singin' in the Rain.

So Bill Nye was a big success here at UF. But I'm not so sure about the speaker who's coming in two weeks. When the guy in charge of booking speakers announced to the eagerly waiting Bill Nye fans that our friend Alberto Gonzales would be giving a talk, a wave of boos came from the audience. I booed. It felt so right. I don't plan on going to see him, but I wonder if anything crazy's going to happen when he comes.

Speaking of space, here's an article about microorganisms in space. The story begins with Laika, who became the first dog in space 50 years ago.

If you find yourself standing on a street corner in the city of Winslow, Arizona, when a woman driving a Ford pickup truck happens to decrease speed so she can ogle you, you might be in an Eagles song. Standin' on the Corner Park commemorates that city's namecheck in the song "Take It Easy."

Okay, don't say you haven't imagined the scene before. In your mind, what color is the truck?

Red? Same here. Even that web page agrees.

The weekend was nice. I "chillaxed" and "took it easy," as they say.

Friday was Gator Growl, the homecoming pep rally. I didn't go. It's apparently known for humorous, pre-recorded skits. Apparently one of them poked fun at those of us living in Hume Hall. Do "Humies" really prefer video games to sex? That's an unfair characterization.

I managed to get a ticket to the homecoming game after 25 minutes on the phone. It turns out that my seat (Section 23, Row 43) was way in the back of the lower level of seats behind one of the goal posts, so the section above me was giving me shade. It was good that I didn't get sunburned or even hot, but it was bad that I felt like I was watching the game through a letterbox. Plus, I was behind the handicapped section. The handicapped section! Way to sort out your priorities, ticket office. But I did have a full view down the field if I stood up, so I stood for much of the game. I also tried looking into the camera when the ball was kicked into the goal post. It was fun seeing a live college football game even if I couldn't see the yellow first down line or watch the commentators show pictures of the quarterback when he was 10 years old. I was just glad that we won the game, beating Vanderbilt 49-22.

Sometimes I get annoyed by really trivial things. Some people are apparently getting bored of the same smileys or emoticons day in and day out, so they've come up with some creative extensions, some of which I find annoying. I swear I've seen all of these in the wild.

<3 - A heart. This one is pretty common and not annoying. But it leads to...
<3333 - Many hearts. I assume they're stacked one on top of the other or something.
E> - A heart that goes the other way. Also, it's apparently been retouched with the Sharpen Tool.
XD - Your eyes are closed and your mouth is wide open, so you're presumably laughing. Hard to read as anything other than "X.D."
XDDDD - You have multiple mouths (or 56,797 in hex).
:] - You are a happy robot.
[: - You are an upside-down robot.
:B - You're a hillbilly?
>< ;; - I don't know.
:< - You're a cat. An indoor cat that eats Fancy Feast.
;_; - You're crying because you can't torrent your fansubbed anime episodes.
:3 - You have a cleft palate.

A guy decided to listen to Abba's song "Dancing Queen" non-stop during a multi-hour, solo road trip. Here's a video of the highlights.

There are "plenty" of examples of quotation mark abuse at The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks.

Check out Verizon's style book for deploying the "Can you hear me now?" guy. It's pretty detailed.

So yesterday was Halloween. Halloween is fun if you're a little kid because you dress up in a costume and get free candy. Halloween is also fun if you're a college student because you party. But that's not generally true. I mean, I didn't party. I don't like to party -- I don't, I don't like to party. So I didn't do much last night other than try to forget how much money I owe. But in the afternoon, my sister and I went to see The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3-D. Wait, didn't I do that last year? The answer is yes. It was so cool that I wanted to see it again. It is pretty amazing that they can convert 2-D films to 3-D. In fact, I first heard about the technology a while a back when Guess Who showed interest in using it on his old films. That's right: George Lucas.

As is the way of these things, the festivities leading up to the holiday were probably better than the holiday itself. Every year, each floor in Hume Hall makes a haunted house for local kids to enjoy (?). My side of the floor wasn't really interested, so the other side used their common room (and their hallways) for the haunted house. We decided on the theme "Haunted Hospital." I checked it out on Tuesday, and it was really cool. It wasn't like people jumping out and shouting at you, but it was like people lying around on stretchers and bleeding. It was cooler than I made it sound. I would be scared if I were a little kid. The only other haunted house I checked out was a haunted summer camp where people come out of nowhere with giant guns or something. I think it was voted the scariest. Why do we put so much effort into frightening children, anyway?

Today, as my friend Ashley and I were walking back to our dorm from the library, we ended up walking next to a family. There was a mom and a dad talking, and a boy and a girl not much younger than we (or us). I couldn't help but hear that they were talking about the honors program. Then, since we were right there, the dad asked me and Ashley if we lived in Hume Hall, the honors dorm. We said yes. They were from Atlanta, and the dad introduced everyone to us. I don't remember their names, except that the wife's was Nikki (or however you want to spell it). They had just come from a campus tour and wanted to check out Hume, where the dad had lived in 35 years ago. We explained how Hume had recently been demolished and rebuilt, so everything was nice and shiny. They asked if they could possibly have a look at our floor and were very grateful that we obliged. They asked to see my room, and when I said they probably wouldn't want to, they assumed it was because it was messy. It is, but the real reason was because of the posters we have (my roommate has) on the wall. Anyway, they looked in Ashley's room, asked some questions about the honors program and meal plans and the like, and made their way out. They were very nice.

I'm done with class for the week. Oh yes, it's like high school again. (My high school had no classes on Fridays, a fact I took for granted so quickly that I don't think I even mentioned it here very much.) There are no classes tomorrow because it's homecoming. Gator Growl, The World's Largest Student-Run Pep Rally, will be tomorrow, and I'm not going because I really don't care about seeing a guy from MADtv and a group that claims to be Lynyrd Skynyrd, but the guy who always shouts "Free Bird" will be happy. No, instead, I'm going to try to get tickets to the homecoming game. I haven't been to a football game yet, so I need to fix that. I do enjoy football, you guys. Since I have to reserve a ticket by phone, it'll probably take quite a bit of calling. I hear the phone lines get jammed right away.

A guy decided to listen to Abba's song "Dancing Queen" non-stop during a multi-hour, solo road trip. Here's a video of the highlights.

There are "plenty" of examples of quotation mark abuse at The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks.

All right, I'll admit it: I wear clothes. Inevitably, those clothes get dirty. Ordinarily, it's simple to wash them, dry them, and go on your way. But things aren't very ordinary right now. I've been in college for a few weeks, and after taking my laundry back home to be washed, I came to the realization that I'd eventually have to do it myself. The realization came on Saturday when a simple squeeze of a ketchup packet went awry. It went awry on my pants.

After leaving detergent to soak on the stain for a few days, I finally had some time to do some laundry today. I wouldn't have even known where my dorm's laundry room was if I hadn't passed it while exiting the building when the fire alarm went off. When I got there with my laundry, some detergent, and my homework, I realized that I needed quarters. So I had to go all the way back to the dorm for quarters. I left my keys in there, so when I got back to the laundry room, I couldn't open the door. So I had to go back to my room with all my stuff again. The third time was the charm.

The washers and dryers were pretty simple to use, so that was good. The atmosphere was pretty conducive to doing homework (even though I'm apparently one of the slowest homework-doers in the world). And the ketchup stain on my shorts went away completely. I couldn't even identify the pair of shorts that had been stained. (I wear jean shorts all the time. I have hundreds or thousands of pairs.) Holy stain-fighting action, Batman! This laundry detergent stuff really works. And that's why I think doing laundry will be a (mostly) pleasant experience in the future.

Apparently, someone recently noted how nice it is that I never seem to be lonely. I'm an introvert by nature. I like people, but in smaller doses. I like being alone sometimes. I'm not always lonely when I'm alone, and I'm not always alone when I'm lonely. I've been feeling somewhat lonely in spite of having people to hang out with. I can be with someone, but it's not the same as being with someone. I'm in need of a special kind of company, the kind that... oh, I know what you're thinking. Jordon tried to talk to a girl -- again -- and she didn't give him the time of day -- again! If that was your guess, you're correct.

Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a good looking guy. The face is "eh" at best. No muscles or anything. Lousy sideburns too. (Do the ladies even dig those?) But what do I give off besides being terribly physically unattractive? Or is it just my luck that every girl I want to get to know better is preoccupied with some other guy? What the hell?

Darn it, the Beatles, you've said it for me again. And with that, I'd like to turn our attention to Thoughts of a crazy RedHead, a blog that consists of the thoughts of a 20-something woman in New York City. I've been reading it for a while because it's interesting to climb into the mind of an average (?) woman, and that's exactly what blogs allow for. What's also interesting about this blog is that I'm on "Red"'s blogroll. That's how I found out about her blog, in fact. I wonder why she finds my blog interesting when her blogroll is otherwise populated with names like "Charming but Single," "Persona of a Princess," "New York Moments," "Tired of Men," and "Bridget Jones Has Nothing On Me." If I had to guess, I'd say that she probably feels the same way about me: that it's interesting to see the way a high-schooler-turned-college-student-type-guy thinks. I've tried e-mailing her, but I've gotten no response. Maybe, if she reads this, she can leave a comment here.

Take that: Errors in the Encyclopædia Britannica that have been corrected in Wikipedia.

As I've mentioned, adapting to college life has been pretty easy. In fact, almost too easy. I thought it was going to be really angsty and blogworthy like high school, and here I am, disappointed by not being disappointed. I mean, there are tests and things, but that's pretty much just like high school. If you're able to keep yourself afloat on your own two feet (two clichés that mix like oil and water), you'll do fine with your classes (it seems). You just have to make it your priority; that's why you're in college, after all. And if you can do that, then you can shift your focus to extracurricular activities. But if you don't stick your schoolwork, The Beatles can tell you what happens:

But then again:

I have somewhere to go. In fact, I can go wherever I want (within reason or walking distance). That means that college is a lot better than high school when it comes to extracurricular activities. I could never join clubs in high school because I don't drive, and staying after school would cause me to miss my ride. In college, I call the shots, and I can walk (or take a bus) not only to but also fro. So I'm taking advantage of that opportunity by checking out a few of the hundreds of student organizations on campus. Yesterday, Mark, whose blog I found before I started college here, invited me to check out the hacking club, where they're apparently going to teach people how to identify vulnerabilities in web servers. It's not as interesting as I thought it would be, so I don't think I'll follow up on that.

Last night, I went to the first meeting of Gator Freethought. It apparently originated as the Atheist, Agnostic, and Freethinking Student Association, and has adopted a new term to match its new ideals. While freethought is usually associated with atheism and agnosticism, Gator Freethought is not necessarily an atheist or agnostic group. Freethought is about rationally analyzing your worldview rather than sticking to dogma that you might not entirely have a feel for. Among the 50 or so people at the meeting, there were not only atheists and agnostics, but also Christians and Jews who wanted to analyze their own beliefs with a rational eye. Some of them will probably keep their current beliefs, and others will change theirs entirely. There were also people at the meeting who didn't want to identify with any labels. The point of the group is to allow people to think for themselves, discussing and examining their own beliefs and those of others. I enjoyed being in the presence of other atheists and freethinking persons, so I'll be going to the next meeting.

Today, my friend Amanda told my sister and me about some sort of organ donor club. As an afterthought, I went. The group, as it turns out, is called Get Carded, and the idea is to get people to become card-carrying organ donors. I learned quite a few things at the meeting. Donating organs is a good thing. Well, I knew that. But what I didn't know is that people buy into myths that make them hesitant to become organ donors, and that's why there are so few people who aren't selfish with their organs. I ended up volunteering to man the booth that they're going to set up outside the stadium at next week's football game. It's good to know that I'll be helping to save lives. Now that I'm 18, I should probably become an organ donor myself.

I've been busy going to club meetings, but what else? I'll let you in on a secret: I'm not exactly the most social guy in the world. I sometimes find it awkward to talk to, say, the opposite sex? I know, it's really surprising, since you always see bloggers getting chased by ladies. But anyway, going on dates always would have been a problem in high school, because some girls are really shallow and they probably wouldn't like it if you didn't have a "whip" (car) of your own. Being driven to a date by your parents is also pretty lame. But now that everyone's living close together, transportation isn't really an issue, and I can develop my relationship skills... once I find someone worth developing them with.

Have you heard about Glazastik, Russia's new Internet hero? Neither had I.

Here's an 85-minute documentary called Revolution OS. It's a few years old now, but it's still an interesting look at Linux and the free software movement from some of the people who brought it about.

For the Labor Day weekend, my sister and I have come home. It sure is different from my dorm at UF's Hume Hall, but I'm getting used to college life pretty nicely. In fact, I'm surprised at how used I am to it already. Maybe college really will be the time of my life.

Even then, it's nice to be back home, if only for a few days. Here I have no worries or cares, and my mom can cook for me and do my laundry. What's not to love? Plus, my friend Nick had a barbecue at his house this afternoon. It was pretty much an indoor barbecue, but we did swim in his pool, which was nice. Later, we went to the beach... at night. It seems that I've been to the beach at night more often than during the day. It's probably true, in fact.

I got here yesterday afternoon, and after a short day (today), I have to leave tomorrow morning. I'm pretty mad about that. I'm also mad because I'm tired, but I don't want to believe that myself.

Let's cut to the Ask Jordon.

ALISON : R U HAPPY?

Overall, yes. I'm glad that college isn't so bad, and I'm seeing it as an exciting time to make new friendships and learn valuable life lessons. Next.

ARianna: you have made a "minor scale chart thing" and I was hopeing you had a "major scale chart thing somwhere as well. DO you?

No. Maybe I'll make one sometime, but I only made the minor one because I couldn't find a very good one on the web. Finding a major scale chart was easier.

Ashley McGee: Gilligan's Island was cancelled right before the 4th season was to start. Would the castways have made it off if they knew it was the final show?

I don't think so. They had all that time to make radios out of coconuts and everything, and there were always exciting visitors who would come for a day or two and then get picked up from the island or something. I think our favorite castaways just wanted to stay on the island to protect their staid, secure selves from the sociopolitical upheaval that was occurring in the United States from 1964-1967. It's the only explanation that makes sense.

If you eat really fast like me, you might want to check out 5 Powerful Reasons to Eat Slower.