What it is like to blog or make videos

If you haven't uploaded videos to the public, or posted on a blog to the public, this is what it is like, at least from my experience. I only have a vague sense of how many people read my blog, but I see these people as my readers, even if they don't follow or comment. And I have no idea what these people think of what I do, or their reaction to it. To me, I am writing something, clicking publish, and being informed of pageviews by a counter I don't trust. I cannot see my readers, nor can I know what they want to see. But, as always, I write to entertain. I am sure that later on, I will know more about how many readers I have, and I will gain more followers. Be it in a few weeks, or months, or years. But until then, I will keep posting, not knowing who is reading and who just skips by. I can only hope that people like what they read.

Today's Mind Rambling

Names. I think that originally, people didn’t have names. Originally, things had names so that they could be referred to specifically. But human names, I think, came after we got a decent language. Because that was when emotions became more what they are now and less what they used to be- which was mere instinct; anger, when hurt, to be able to fight more fiercely. Fear, to keep you away from danger. Joy, to make sure that you keep on doing something key to your survival, like a joy of hunting so that you don’t starve and die. That was in the caveman days. But language made emotions change more to how they are today. Things started to have sentimental value. Entertainment was invented. Love of a family member was created. Sadness for the death of a friend. Joy of a companion, like a animal. I think that when human names were invented, they were not invented to be referred to specifically- In those days, you just walk up to the person and point. People first had names because a son or daughter to a mother were more than just a item or place. The children were loved and cherished, and so where given names for sentimental value. The trend caught. Soon, most people had names. Some names were given religiously, perhaps at a ceremony or ritual. In such a situation, a lot of people got names at a older age, the name of which was chose to most fit the person. Last names came both for practicality and the same reason as first names. Practicality: Some people of different families had the same name, people wanted to refer to a entire family without saying each name individually, et cetera. Sentimentality or Other Emotional Reasons: To give a family pride, to represent a family or something the family represents, to establish each family and household as more than just a group of people. A name makes you more than just Human #7,680,594,992 of Place-In-The-World #2,685,465,194. It makes you more than just another object in life, and makes you more you. More unique.

Just a side note here. When I post a Mind Rambling like this, I need to go into the HTML code and search through lines of text and code until I find and delete all the "style>background_color; white"s that are there. Sure it makes my eyes and head hurt, but it's worth the work to share my work with you, readers.

Good Morning

Gersh dernit. The first two words of this post are misspelled, and the piano music I am playing is acting up. Well, other than that, this morning is pretty decent. I am back at school, and I'm glad I am. Now I can get back to work on my anti-bullying project. About that. Apparently, students will be doing that project for school in the Spring. Wait, is it "the Spring" or "Spring"? I think it's just Spring. Anyways, moving on. In order for the psychology of my project to work, people can't see my posters as school project, nor can they see it as something a teacher made. And I think that my writing style can give that affect. But- hang on a minute, I really need to fix my piano music. Please stand by. Alright, there we go. Now, back to what I was saying. My writing style gives the right affect, but if I don't execute the other parts of my plan properly, it won't work. So I will need to edit, find perfect places to put the posters, and do it before spring. Then see how things work out. I might also find a way to use my blog for the project as well. Oh, and I also have to name "the project" so it isn't just "the project".

Cats and Dogs, a War of Opinion

Many people have, do, and will argue about which is better. The cat, or the dog. One main reason of this is stereotypes about those two good animals. These people, when arguing, do not seem to realize that all people and animals have different personalities. For example, I have a cat who does things a dog does, like drink from a toilet, run and jump on me to greet me, et cetera, and yet that would be denied in an argument. For those kinds of arguments are usually some people who think that their opinion is true, and blatantly deny the opinion of the other person. And that is not a very good argument. I personally like both cats and dogs, and if I said that in a cat v dog argument, people would think I had a favorite. Certain people with certain personalities prefer certain animals, often due to the typical personality or behavior of the animal, and whether or not they grew up with the animal. Apparently, this website's spellchecker thinks that there is no such thing as "et cetera". It must not believe in seeing and believing, either. Anyways, I feel like this post is nearing it's end. So. Hmm. How to end this post? Let me see here... an explosion? Nah, been there, done that. I know! Post end! (Ya, I'll work on a better end.)

I Hate Clickbait

I hate click-bait. And I mean hate with a capital "H" hate! You could be watching a perfectly good video by a child-friendly, good person, and in the "recommended" section of Youtube, you would see a bunch of people impersonating that person, stealing views and subscribers, and putting inappropriate, usually sexual content on the cover image. And in the comments of good videos are dumb people saying sexual things and pretending to be the author of the video and be selling Iphones or what-not. All some people care about is money, money money, views, views, views. Et cetera. For anyone who agrees with me, I recommend an app for chrome called Quietube. It fixes a bit of the issue.

British Detective Shows

Recently I have been watching some British detective shows. And I must say, they are quite creative with the deaths, and other things, like a gun being hidden behind a toilet. But pretty much all of those shows can be pretty unrealistic. Like a killer getting a hammer into a big, modern office building. Or laying deadly weapons on the floor in front of him in an airport, and drawing literally no attention. The one British detective show I know of that has pretty sound logic is the one that is all about logic. The modern Sherlock series. But without those good (new) 'ol British detective shows, mystery nights just wouldn't be mystery nights. Like taco Tuesdays without tacos.

The Logic of Assumption

Often, throughout the life and age of people, there are interpretations and guesses, as to the thought of others, or what you think about what someone says to you. The way of all this changes and falters based on ages and personalities. For example: It is the birthday of a 13 year old, and the mother of one of his friends was wondering what to get him. From what she knew and saw of him, she supposed that he watched a certain show, or perhaps she thought he was really into dinosaurs because the first time she met him, he was wearing a Jurassic park shirt. So she gets the boy another dinosaur t-shirt wrapped in a childish looking dinosaur gift wrap and card. The mother hoped that her son’s friend would enjoy the birthday gift of the cartoony dinosaur t-shirt. At the party, he opened the card, which read ‘I know you like dinosaurs, so I hope you enjoy the t-shirt!’. He opened the box, and found the shirt, which he thought was childish and embarrassing. He cried out “I don’t like dinosaurs! Why would you think that I did? This shirt is way too childish!” And the mother was sad that the gift was not appreciated. She tried to apologize, by saying “I’m so sorry! I thought you did. I tried to get you a nice gift, and I thought you would like it.” And the kid did not understand. The kid was mad, and he interpreted the apology as rude, because he was mad at the kind mother. People naturally assume things without thinking about the possibility of being wrong, for they are too busy thinking about said assumption and that thought leads to other thoughts, other distractions, that make the possibility of being wrong never to enter their head until it is a bit late to realize that they where wrong. A lot of mean people make assumptions about bad things about people. They assume that because of something to do with somebody, something he wants to be true is true. A lot of nice people, especially mothers, naturally assume the thoughts or opinions of a child based off of something like behavior, or what they wear. Often, when someone assumes something about someone that later effects them and the person, depending on the assumption, and the people, the thoughts and emotions of the two people change. And the change of emotion changes opinions, changes other assumptions about the person whom made the first, big assumption, changes the reasons that the person assumed an assumption about you, changes how you think about anything that person says or does for a certain amount of time until the emotion cools. A heartfelt apology could be interpreted as something rude, mean, uncaring. Et cetera.

Another Daily Update

And yet another daily update. Ahem. Daily Update. My bad. So, am I the only one whose blog stats are all messed up? I apparently have more than 300 page views, but when I look at my audience, I see that a little bit more than 100 people in the US of A have viewed my blog, as well as one person from France, three from Ukraine, and 13 from Germany. It doesn't take a genius to tell that the math there is wrong. What's up with that? And it also says that all my total page-views were last month, which is before I even made this blog. So... what can I trust? Anyways, time to get to what I started this for. A daily update. So far, today has been decent. Around lunch time, some of my teachers started making a giant version of one of my posters. They must have decided to do that while I was busy typing and listening to music on my good 'ol lablet. Tabtop. Whatever it is. I am pretty sure that they are going to put it on a big board in the hallway, near a trophy cabinet. Anyways, I wanted to talk about my plans for the weekend. Of which I don't have. And yes, I have weekends, but I don't have plans for them. Which is pretty usual, with me. I typically just go forth int the weekends and, over the weekends, decide what I want to do. Whatever floats my boat at the time. Be it pontoons, a well built hull, or a game, it is probably what I will do.

Meeting the Principle

Is this a long story with action and adventure. Nope. But it is an update on my anti-bully project. If you can't figure it out by the title, I met with a principle (if you didn't figure that out from the title, then you should see if anybody has hit you in the head with an iron bar recently). I say "a" because there are more than one principle, apparently. And I did not meet the one I was expecting (more like hoping) to meet. The one I did meet was in the cafeteria. And the short conversation we had was one of those conversations where you can't tell if their tone of voice actually meant that they were trying to say "no" but in a nice way, or if it is something else. She said something along the lines of coming to inspect the posters later, but never said anything to do with coming, any specific time, or really anything that could confirm anything. So I guess I will just sit tight and see if any principles come to look at the posters any time soon. I still don't know for sure how the whole having-multiple-principles thing works. Maybe I will look into that. Here's a slightly random thought. Having a project and goal that will take more than one day for you to accomplish, that you can do at school or work, makes the otherwise mostly-the-same-day-after-day school year or work until-you-retire/quit a bit more fun, enjoyable, and varied. Is there a specific amount of a year spent doing work? If so, what would that period of time be called? A semester? A time period? A long-word-that-I-said-earlier-since-I-didn't-know-the-answer-to-this-question? And yes, I know that typing that took longer than it would have took for me to just retype the long substitute word for an amount of work time (or copy+pasting it). Wait! Hold your horses! Am I rambling? Blimey! Crikey! Well, I suppose it is a matter of opinion. A ramble is in the eye of it's beholder (or is that beauty?). Anyways, I better go write up my Daily Update for today.

Woo! Restocked Kindle!

In my family, when you need a book, ask and you shall receive. Why did I bring this up? Well I just got my kindle restocked with books by some of my favorite authors. James Patterson and Kathy Reich (I think that's how you spell the name). So far, the first book in the Private series is pretty good. The first few words are a great hook. See, when you are an author or learning to be an author, you can more appreciate how a book is written. And it is a good thing I got a book to read today. Why? Because so far, the day seems to be passing at a snail's pace. I sure hope that some good books can, and will, change that.

Feels like a Monday

Good morning, reader(s). Today feels like a Monday, even though I know its a Friday. My morning bus driver says that it is like the end of the day is Friday, and the morning is what feels like Monday, and I think that that just about sums it up. I don't have much planned for the weekend, but I do have a plan for today. Today, I plan to meet the principle, and request permission to put up my posters. One of the posters I want to put up is all about how to stand up to bullying, and I plan to put it up where must bullies strike. The other posters will be put up around the school. I say "will" because I am confident that the principle will grant me permission. Don't believe me? Well how hard can it be to get permission to put up anti bullying posters? And these are posters made with knowledge of psychology, so that people remember them, notice them, and read them. But not in the order. And the principle is a fun guy. I once overheard a conversation about him between two teachers. Apparently, some kid had forgotten his backpack inside at the end of the day, and he ran back inside. When the kid got to the hallway where his locker is, he matrix-slid around the corner. Right in the way of the principle. And what did the principle say? "Sometimes, you just gotta slide." is what the principle said to that kid. But seriously, I'm not kidding. I love it when the school principle has a sense of humor. So I guess I am quite lucky. But I will test my luck (or just the principle's opinion, whatever you believe in) when I go to get those posters signed. And maybe later I can incorporate my blog in my anti-bullying project. Hmm. My principle sounds like a good character in a funny book about school. Hey, I could do that! Maybe. But anyways, as I said earlier, a knowledge of psychology went into those posters. What do I mean? Well, I have been studying psychology. And I am trying to figure out what type of writing, what type of poster, could capture the attention of many students who all ignore the posters in the hallway. And then get them to keep reading. And I think that I can execute that task nicely. After all, I write to entertain, and when you add entertainment, relatableness, a lot of difference from usual teacher-made posters, and some other touches, along with good placement, I think that it could just about work.

Inspired To Take Action

I am, once again, feeling inspired to do something decently big. This happens sometimes. So, depending on what I am inspired to do, I take that fuel of determination/inspiration and use it to achieve that goal. This time, I am feeling inspired to take action. To fight bullying, to be specific. And I already have an idea of how to do it. I am good at writing very deeply-and-well-thought-out stuff that makes people really think about something. And I could write something that makes bullies realize what they are doing. But something like that would be long, and go unnoticed in the hallway. Unless, of course, I make it stand out. Perhaps make it bright red? Hmm. People have to see it in the corner of their eye and actually read it entirely. Perhaps I could go fishing. And by that, I mean that I would have it catch their eye, then catch them with a hook. The literate kind. Hmm. It has to catch the eye of bullies, especially, as well as everyone else. So it can't have a title that a normal anti-bullying poster would have. So, now I have my plan, my goal, and here I go!

Fighting Bullying

On my morning bus, there is one kid that is always bullied by two other kids. One of those kids has quite mean intentions, and the other kid doesn't realize fully what he is participating in. So I have decided to write up a bullying report. If nobody else will be the bigger man, then I will. I hope that this should stop some of the bullying, and at the very least show the unknowing kid just what he is doing. And if even that doesn't happen, then I will write up a paper that narrates what it is like for the bullied kid. That should work like a charm. I also hope to find and end other cases of bullying around the school, so I will have to keep my senses sharp and laptop on me.

Next Level of Project S

Right. I have got my next plan of action for the forward progress of Project S. I might as well tell you all what it is. See, I am putting these little slips of paper with a link to my blog on them around the school, where I am allowed to. See, I want my blog to be known around my school, including the teachers, and I figured it would also be a nice way to test the efficiency of spreading news through general school student and staff gossip. And now I have decided on a goal. Here it is, (drum roll please!) my end goal: to have the principle view my blog. And I hope to achieve this by placing some of the link papers in the in-school mail boxes for some teachers. And, of course, if they see it they will read it, and if they read it they will view it. And if this project is why you are reading this, then tell me what you think of my blog some time. You have probably seen me before.

My View of the Social World

So here I apply logic to the social world in general. The social world is a complex web of texting, youtube, facebook, and school. In general, it is filled with nonsense, many inappropriate things, illogical gossiping, and it even has ranks, but not officially. These ‘ranks’ are based off of the illogic of the social world of the modern day. Rude, dumb people are often the ones at the top of the social pyramid, especially if they make many snide remarks and tell inappropriate jokes all the time. And smart or wise people are often rejected, or hated by the social world. The social world is where dumb, misbehaving kids can be seen as kings. It is sort of like the opposite of how the world works, but sadly, that wouldn’t be entirely true. Nowadays, people who just sit around and make sexual jokes for the world to hear online are the people that makes tons of money, not the hard working and smart people. But who said the world was fair?  

'Mornin

This morning left me mourning for my sleep. Since I got none of it. I really have to have a better schedule for my bed time. Anyways, Project S has yet to make any forward progress. So I think I am going to have to take it up a few notches. But how? I guess I will cross that bridge when I come to it. Man, I love expressions. They add personality, and some humor, to what you say, or write. In other news, one person in Ukraine has seen my blog. And I think 8 people in Germany have seen it too. And those people, as well as hundreds of people in the good 'ol US of A have all skipped by my blog. So, I guess I could play a game of tactics. What tactics? Eye-catching photos, or better yet, gifs. Maybe I could post a panda gif as my next post and wait and see if anybody stops to look. But how would I tell if they did? Who knows. It is kind of fun, or maybe interesting is a better word for it. I am doing something and I have no idea if anybody is watching, nor do I know the exact amount of people who have been on this page. It gives me something to practice the science of deduction on. You know, that thing detectives use? No? Oh well. If you do know, then good for you! Also, I wonder if people binge blog-read. If so, then that is kind of funny. Kind of. Face it, I rarely laugh. Well, I'm going to end this post right about... here.

Writing Career

It should be obvious that I want to be a professional author when I graduate. Because I already am an author. I write and publish. All my life I have loved reading. It runs in my family blood. And from reading so much, I gained the ability to write well. But I didn't really realize it for a while. And that is one of the reasons I didn't bother to learn cursive. Or practice handwriting any more. The other reason is my pre preschool. They taught us how to behave perfectly, form letters perfectly, color in the lines perfectly, and even write letters to our houses! And they taught us to write to 100. But get this. If you made one little mistake, your work was put in the fireplace, and you had to do it again. And once, I was wearing long pants on a sunny day, and she cut off the bottoms of the legs and burned them. I hated that place. So did my wrist. But it is probably a big reason I was so ahead in reading and writing. Maybe someday I will find my pre preshool teacher, and thank her (well, more of a half thanks) for training me like a dog, and as strictly as you would treat a prisoner. Anyways, back to now. I am taking the Masterclass. In other words, my teacher there is the famous author James Patterson. It cost me 90$. And if I ever need to get hired for some kind of writing job, that will really help me. Anyways, as I said earlier, it took me a while to realize my writing skill. See, up until recently, I had to do all my writing by hand, and I hated that. So after like 4 grades of tons of reading per day, I realized I could write well. Well, more on this later. I might make a part 2 of this.

Why I Don't Like Math

Math makes my eyes and head hurt. There are just too many numbers, and too much counting, and adding, subtracting, et cetera. Whenever I finish counting something and go to write it down or remember it and do the next thing, I just forget what it is. Then I do it again. And I keep doing that until I finally manage to keep that in my head at the same time as whatever other parts of the problem, I just get confused. And once I finally manage to do all that confusing, eye-and-head-hurting work, and solve the problem, it is often wrong. And it is also boring to me. And often when text bores me, my mind wanders, and I read it without taking anything in, or committing anything to memory. Same thing happens with math. I can spend many long minutes blankly reading a math problem. And sometimes, you have one of those problems with a box or other shape made up of smaller boxes, and you need to calculate the area. But in order to do that, you have to count a lot of those tiny boxes. And that is hard for me. Around five boxes in, sometimes sooner, I will have no idea what I have counted and what I have not. Because they all look the same and there are so many of them. So when I eventually count up all the lengths, and do the math, and find the area, I am often off by a few boxes in the end. And I have to do it all again. Just thinking of it makes my mind cringe, if minds could cringe. Blargh. By the time I need to do math for things like taxes (my job won't really require much math, hopefully), smartphones will be able to solve math by you simply aiming the phone's camera at the problem. And I think some phones being made can already do that. At one point in time, a good few grades back, I tried to trick myself into thinking that I loved math. And it sorta worked for a bit. But nothing can last forever, right? I just don't have a mind made for math. I hope that my math teacher doesn't take my lack of work as insulting, or rude. I have nothing against the teacher, nor do I think math is stupid, it's just that it hurts to do math. But I hope to make up for my inability in math with my capability and talent in writing. And so far, that is working pretty well. I can (I am pretty sure) get credit for this blog, and even for my short stories! And when you get extra credit for doing what you do best, and you do what you do best a lot, then you've got something going for you. I just hope I can keep this up in high school. I will talk more about my writing career and plans for it in another post.

Today's Daily Update

So far, today has been a pretty decent day. When I got to school, I went to advisory late, so in the end I was there for a total of ten minutes. Somebody pointed out that I had forgotten the "o" in "do" in something I was writing at the time- a post for my blog. Then I went to my second class, where I learned that I might be able to get extra good grades in school for doing this blog. After that, I had Subway for lunch. The sandwich was decent, and the sun chips were great. Then I realized that I had to go to PE. See, I am an author, not an athlete. We started off by running around the school. It seems like there is some kind of pattern, or rules-of-the-road made by the students, followed by students. What do I mean? Well there are the people who can run fast and far, who actually put effort in. Then come the people who cannot run fast nor far, like me. And the other people seem to switch from walking (which they do the most, by far) to running when the crowd of walking, talking students ahead of them start running. I guess it is just one of life's mysteries. I also stopped by the library. Apparently, the book fair will be open soon! I better be there this time. Speaking of books, I am still taking James Patterson's Masterclass. Once I finish that, I will finish the outline for The Engulfing Inferno, and then write it. My first book, The Future's Future, sucked. I am not ashamed to admit that. But with everything I write, I get better. Anyways, back to today's scheduled program. I am now in my second to last class. So, now is a good a time as any to tell you about Project S. Project S is an experiment I am doing. I am basically testing the efficiency of spreading news through the gossip of students. I am excited to see the results, and I might even keep you updated on it's status. Alright, I have to finish this Daily Update here (says the person who is saying this instead of just not writing any more). I need to do my schoolwork now.

Grades and Blogs

So get this, I might be able to get some good grades by writing this blog! Isn't that cool? Once, somebody told me that my formal and proper writing would serve me well in school, and I think he was write (badum ch) about that. And I think that my way-too-strict pre-preschool teacher might be one of the reasons I feel the need to type everything in proper grammer. And why if I write a letter (on paper) that isn't perfect, I redo the entire word. Which is one of the reasons I much prefer typing. And yes, when I spelled grammar "grammer" it was a grammar joke. And yes, I know that these jokes I write into my text are on the level of bad puns, but I am sure you can get used to it. In other news, I have had one of my (hopefully) good ideas. I am not going to tell you what it is, at least not yet. But it might be why you are reading this. Speaking of things I am not telling you, my idea is just one of many things I am not telling you. But why should I up and tell you guys everything about me? So there is your answer, if you waned to know if I was ever going to reveal any big secrets. Ending this on another note, depending on how you found this blog, you might have met me in person before.

Logicalization: Fear

Fear in and of itself can be quite illogical, and uncontrollable. Take for example that many people think thank planes are more dangerous than cars. But really, many more things could go wrong in a car. The reason people think that is because of fear, instinctually screaming at them that if one thing goes wrong, they will plummet to their doom. Same with bees and sharks. More people die from bees than sharks, but sharks are scarier to people because they are big, lean, creepy, and have big teeth. Fear can save your life. If we felt no fear, we would probably all just walk off a cliff unknowingly as kids. But fear can also be a disadvantage. Take, for example, soldiers in war. If you were a war tactician, you might want to scare your enemies. If your enemies fear your coming, they will have shaky aim, and when you do appear, they will be even more scared. Though it gives you adrenaline, it is so that you can run. It can also be used to force an enemy to surrender. So, logically speaking, if an army was constantly giving their enemies reasons to fear them, and used the advantage of surprise, they would have quite an advantage.

Good Morning

Good (yawn) morning, readers. Blargh. I need to start getting more sleep. But it is hard, when there is so much I want to do, and so little time to do it during the school day. We have all had this problem at one point (maybe more than one point) in our lives. Also, I have a nice logicalization picked out for this morning. Man, auto-correct is like that one kid who points out all the words you ever say in his presence that he doesn't think exist. So what if Logicalization is not a word? It is still a title! Anyways, today's (this morning's) logicalization is about fear, and how it is not normally thought of as being as much of an instinct (both useless and important) as it really is. Hope you enjoy it.

Mind Rambling: Dreams, Language, and the Human Brain

Dreams. Many people think of dreams differently. Some people think dreams are messages from the gods. Some people think dreams predict the future. Some people think that dreams come from your imagination. Others think it’s a mix of what happened during the day or week. I think that the brain naturally gives you nightmares to prepare you for any bad things that happen in your life. I also think that dreams are made up of snippets of memory, both recent and old. Some that you can’t even remember normally. Its also made up of your conscience and sub-conscience, as well as opinions. Opinions that you had 5 years ago. Opinions that you recently have. And it is made of all the thoughts, images, small and insignificant memories found in the back of your head. And all these things make a dream. But a dream must be something you can sense. You must be able to reach down and feel the laces of your shoes, to be able to taste a cheeseburger, to be able to swim in a swimming pool in a castle on the moon. Which means that your brain takes the images of the dreams and makes you actually think within your dream, think the collection of thoughts that it puts together. You can run, and feel the nerves and muscles in your leg, when in reality you’re laying still. In a dream, you can eat a sandwich, feeling the bread on your teeth, the taste on your taste buds, without eating a sandwich in actuality. Its like a alternate dimension. And all those thoughts, memories, images, opinions- they aren’t chosen randomly. They are chosen to form something certain. Back in the caveman days, cavemen most likely dreamed of things compiled to indicate possibilities of what would happen if they did something, like jump off a cliff, to warn them against it. Not a nightmare. A nightmare would be to prepare them to fall off a cliff, a dream would be to plant the rule of thumb into your head and conscience. But over time, we have developed our world as it is today. Our minds have become less animal. We create language. We create entertainment.  And our natural, rule-of-thumb-granting dreams became more formed around the oddities, and unnatural, un-normal  world that we think of as normal is all included. As we grow to older and older ages before dying, and as we think more complex thoughts and opinions, the dreams become more and more as we think of them today. We used to, a looong time ago, think only in images, pictures, videos in your mind. Like animals. The difference between the big complex brain we have and that of a small animals is amazing. And most likely, the only reason our brains got so complex and human, is because we developed language. At first, it had a few words meaning different situations. Then it got more specific. More, and more, and more specific. And the more specific and complex our language got, the more specific and complex we could think. Thinking  without language is mere image. Mere natural instinct. If a moose had a language so specific as to have different words form a sentence, each word meaning something different, and being able to make so many different sentences, then it would have a brain nearly as good as ours. Here’s a sort of ratio of language to brainpower.  A few noises, meaning different situations: ape-like mind-power.  A few different sentences: dolphin-level brainpower. A small network of words and sentences: A bit more than dolphin, and emotions more understood and expressed. Making new words: about two times dolphin level brainpower. Thousands of words meaning different things: Before the medieval ages. Being able to speak language, write it, and sing: Medieval. Language has millions, maybe billions of words, songs are more than chanting, social world more developed, possibilities easily stated: Modern brainpower. 

I'm Back

I'm back. And I would say that I am glad to be, but I quite literally just got back from my weekend break, and don't know how today will go. Thank goodness for me, my mom let me sleep in this morning. Don't  you just hate how hard it is to sleep when you go to bed, but you are overwhelmingly tired when you have to wake up? All of us can relate to that. Anyways, I had a decent two days off. I did woodworking and bike riding with my friends, and we also played some games on the Wii. Personally, I prefer a keyboard to a controller. What did you guys do over the weekend? Anyways, I have been wondering what to do about my writer's block. See, up until recently, I was writing short story after short story, write (mind the pun) and left. But now I just can't seem to come up with a good idea for a short story. My teacher, James Patterson, says that the best way to get rid of writer's block is to barge through it. But that's what he said about writer's block when writing a book. And I would ask him myself, but he teaches me via videos. Perhaps I could ask some of his other students. Speaking of which, I need to watch more of the Masterclass more often. Hmm. I really feel like just kicking back and relaxing right now. Perhaps watch a video to entertain myself. Sadly, I can't do that right now. Well, I think that I am going to post this, post a Mind Rambling, then do whatever it is I am supposed to be doing right now.

Seeing if people are interested is like looking for aliens.

I just realized something. Figuring out whether or not people actually read what I post is like looking for aliens. I have no idea if they are out there, and there are no messages from them to state their existence. I think that at least a few people check on my blog every now and then, but I can't be sure. See the connections? But there could be one big difference between those two things. You can comment, and I can know that at least you have read this post. Yet, like the aliens, I highly doubt you will leave a comment or message.

 Penguins, because why not.I found this gif in my online math test, which is super long, and decided to let you guys see it.

My Day So Far

So far, my day has gone nicely. For lunch, I used my VR (Virtual Reality) headset to dine in space. Then I went to my right-after-lunch class and did the assignment before the lesson had fully started (It was a short assignment, and the teacher was dealing with some misbehaving kids). Then I went to the next class, and decided to look for nice apps to add to my tabtop (I had already finished my work for that class the yesterday. I can work fast with a laptop/tabtop). So I got Skype. And the Skype app for the Chromebook- well, it sucks. All it can do is text. And I have a phone for that. So I will probably uninstall it later. Speaking of the Chromebook, is it a tabtop, or a lablet? Who knows. I suppose what you call it is up to you. And if you want to get an Ipad any time soon, I recommend you get a Chromebook Flip instead. I don't have anything against Apple products, but the Ipad is really expensive, and the Chromebook is both a laptop and a tablet at the same time. Let alone having much more battery life. And you may think I am just advertising Google, and I can understand if you do think that, but I'm not. And if I am, it isn't intentional. I am just speaking my opinion. Also, random question, is Steve Jobs really dead? I will let you answer that in the comments (though I doubt you will). Now, I wanted to talk about my blogging schedule for a minute here. So, today is Thursday, and tomorrow might be a day off of school. And the two days after that (duh). And I might not post much, if anything at all, over the possibly extended weekend. So, for those of you who like to read the stuff I post, you might have to be patient. And if you are lucky, I might post a Mind Rambling or something. Also, have any of you ever heard of/ listened to music made by Scott Joplin? If not, I recommend you do. If you like classic piano, that is. Classic as in back-in-the-silent-film-days sort of classic. I hope you guys don't mind the lack of transitions between topics. And I also wanted to say that if you are reading this right now, then thanks! And I hope you enjoy(ed) reading.

I Hope

Am I posting too frequently, or too little? Am I doing it right? Is anybody reading anything I post? I have no sure way to tell. I am hoping for a comment or two some time or another, even if just to prove that somebody has been reading my posts. And even after more than 100 page-views, nobody decided to follow me. So, that means that not one in those hundreds of people want to know when I post. But if you, reader, actually enjoy reading what I write, then fear not, for I have not lost hope. I will keep on posting, and keep on hoping for a sign of people that like my blog. I also hope that I don't sound too desperate.

Mind Rambling: Other People

I can only experience my life, and my thoughts, and you can only experience yours. When I think about everyone on earth, I think about more than seven billion people. Humans. And when I get to know somebody, they are no longer just a person. They are not just one of the many people. They are a friend. They are somebody of whom you can relate to. You can experience their personality, and thoughts. But you can’t experience their life. You cannot fully understand anybody, not even family members. And to everybody else, you are just somebody else. Someone of whom they don’t know much about, and thus don’t see you at first glance as somebody who thinks thoughts, and has personality and a life, like you. But when you start to think about it, you realize that, and correct yourself. I sometimes wish I could experience a link to somebody more than mere knowledge of them from what they say and do. To link minds, conscience, and thoughts. You could look at their memories and experience them like yours. You could truly and fully understand that person, and they could understand you just as well. Even if that link was quickly severed, those two people would be permanently bonded. More bonded than anybody else. Now I wonder what it would be like if everybody in the world, even the universe, linked minds, even for just a minute. Everybody would be able to experience the life, knowledge, thoughts, dreams, and opinions. Everybody would know each other more than any two best friends. More than a wife and husband. More than a family. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to experience such a thing.

Daily Update

So, reader, I haven't had much time to write today, but I was able to copy+paste some stuff from my drive, as you can see. Expect more cool stuff like that. Each day I will try to post, at the very least, one Mind Rambling and a bit about my day. But I might not post anything on weekends/school breaks. Anyways, I've had a pretty decent day so far. Nothing too interesting happened. And from what I can gather from the amount of page-views I am getting and lack of follows or comments, a lot of people are just passing right by my blog, maybe casting a glance at it and deciding not to look more into it. Pretty much as I expected. But I am sure that will change over time. I nearly lost everything on my google account, including my school work, in order to make this blog. I can't wait to see some comments on my posts. Well, I take it back. I can wait, but only because I am pretty patient. Anyways, I am writing this now because this is the short amount of free time I have in my second to last class before my last period. Man, I have posted so much today.

My View of Bullying

Bullying is often regarded as jerks treating perfectly good people horribly, with insults and occasionally physically hurting them. But, as I similarly stated in A Logical Review of Bullies, it is partly a matter of interpretation. An insult is basically the opinion (often fake) of a jerk. And often, the people being bullied don’t think about this. They do not realize that they could simply rid themselves of the bully with calm aggression, like replying with something like “Mmhmm, you keep on wishing.” or “Go learn better insults and then come back.”, which would be very easy and fun for some people. You could also just ignore the bully. If it is physical bullying, then just grab their fist or foot mid punch/kick and pull up or to the side, making them fall. Then go get a teacher. And there you have it. A logicalization of bullying. (Logicalizations are where I look at certain things with logic and sense, et cetera).

Loud Bus

You know how it's always really loud on the bus especially when you don't want it to be. We all have ridden on buses like that. Be it a public transport bus or a school bus. On my morning bus, I often attempt to get some rest. But there is always that one kid who talks non-stop. The kid means no harm, so I don't want to tell them to shut up, or be quiet. And then there is that one kid who is always insulting and teasing the talkative kid, which doesn't help at all. Does anybody have any advice as to what I should do about this?

So, I think I am doing decent.

So, I think I am doing decent so far. I either have 26 or 478 views so far, but nobody has commented, and only 4 people have decided to follow me. Is this a good start? Anyways, reader, as you can see, I like to post a Mind Rambling and a daily update every day, and sometimes a joke. Maybe even some other cool bits of writing. I am really glad that I started this blog. It allows me to share my work with other people. Man, I'm tired. I am probably going to get some rest, so I will check back in later.

Good morning! Here is another Mind Rambling.

Sometimes I just sit down and think about how every second of thoughts I think passes, what I think becomes what I thought. And I think about how the present is changing faster than any measure of passing time. I think that without memory, life would only consist of the present, and it would be like every passing second never happened. Like there was no past at all. So the past is made of memory and recording. So I wonder if I will, sometime in the future, think back to those thoughts about time that passes. And I did, and do, and am now. You are reading this, and now you have read this. If I did something amazing and fun, it would soon be done. And the only way I could enjoy it constantly without doing it again and again for eternity is with my memory of it. And even if you did it over and over again, it would eventually become boring, and you ruined something fun for yourself. I also think about how I could wait for something, and the wait would feel like it lasted an eternity, but when the wait is over that feeling is gone. You can take all that time that passed and go through it again in your head, but it would probably not feel long at all. It would feel a bit like it never happened. Or if you feel a lot of pain, you wish you didn’t. And it feels horrible. And when it is over, it is like it never happened. When I think of things like this, I feel like all my life happens and then is gone, a blip in the eternity of passing time. I then realize just how glad I am that I can go about my life blissfully ignoring all these thoughts and enjoy my life without the dreaded feeling that eventually, I will be gone from history. Perhaps that is why I want to have a legacy.  

Joke

In modern America, a vigilante arises….

I am the person that America (doesn’t) need…..

I am the person that America (possibly) deserves….

I…. am….. Trump-Man!!!! And there is gunna be hell toupee!

Like the joke? Btw, I am posting a lot of stuff from my google drive, like this, and mind ramblings.

Virtual Reality

You know how young kids can go to other worlds with just their imagination and a cardboard box? Well I can go to other worlds with just a cardboard box and some technology. Thanks Google. I have the Google Cardboard Virtual Reality device, and it amazes me. I could go into the details of all you can do with it, but instead I will talk about what it is like. It allows me to, by simply putting something in from of my eyes, be suddenly transported to another reality. It can also teleport me to any place I want to go. It can even allow me to take a picture, of a room, let’s say, and then later go back to that room and look around it once more. Then, when I am done, I just take it off and I am home. That is pretty simple stuff nowadays, but not when you think about it. When you think about it, you realize that you are using some cardboard to experience other realities. Imagine what people in the past would think? Speaking of the past, remember Calvin and Hobbes? Well I remember how in some of those old comic strips, Calvin and Hobbes would go on all kinds of adventures through space and time with a cardboard box. And now we can actually do that. The person who wrote that comic would be proud. Nowadays, us humans are making our dreams come true, and taking things from science fiction and making them real. The Cardboard is just one of them. It is like putting on a pair of 3D glasses (very bulky ones) and finding yourself inside the movie. In fact, I reckon that soon we will actually do that. And someday, books will be written and drawn so you can experience them yourself, with a VR device. How cool would that be! Man, I am so glad that I live in the world of today. Because with the technology of today, you can live more than one life at once. You can live one or more virtual life(s) at once, as well as your life in reality. I reckon that by the time I am 40, Google will have brought us the sci-fi future we are all hoping for. They will purchase entire companies, and work with the best of the best technicians, inventors, scientists, and coders. Cool technology will improve the world. Diseases will be cured, and surgery will be much safer, easier, and efficient. But then, maybe humans will ruin the world before technology can fix it. Who knows. Well, I think I am satisfied with this Mind Rambling. That is what my posts like this are called. Mind Ramblings.

Trying again

I am trying again. Last time I tried to write a post, my whole blog was deleted, and my entire google account was nearly deleted as well. So. My name is Matt. C, and I decided to start a blog, in the hopes of meeting new people and learning new things. So I guess I just post about my day, right? Or is blogging more complex? Hopefully you guys will tell me in the comments. And if you decide to stick with me, you should, over time, get to know me. Well, I guess I will start my second attempt at blogging. This morning, I had some English muffins, and then went to school. On the way to school, I had to put up with the loud and constant talking. I don't want to be rude, so I don't tell them to shut up, even though I sometimes want to. And there isn't much to gain from listening to it, since it is the same conversation each day. But when I got to school, I went straight to the room and got out my Google Cardboard. Me, the teachers, and a student each tried it out. Then I went to my first class. Ya know what, this could go on for ages. So I am going to stop there. In short, what happened after that is this: I went to my classes, then, during the second to last class, I decided to start a blog. For the same reason I wrote my first book. The reason? I just thought 'Oh, why not.' and did it. So here I am. Am I doing it right? Please tell me how I am supposed to blog in the comments below. And I don't mean for you to teach me to blog in the comment section of a blog. Well, here goes. I am posting.