Telepathic Paramedic: What will they think of next?

The Listener is that one random Canadian show that's shown in a lotta countries and is hailed as "bad TV" and "I fell asleep during the Pilot. That shows how boring it is." Some speculate that it will be canceled and some speculate that it would already be canceled except, oh right, the CW isn't paying for the entire thing, just the rights to broadcast it or something of the sort.

I like it.

I mean, seriously! The guy, Toby Logan, is a paramedic who is telepathic! Telepathic Paramedic! Tee, hee, hee! Just sounds funny. His best friend, Oz, is also a paramedic is the driver of the ambulence. His on-off girlfriend Olivia is a doctor at the hospital. Ray, a random dude that is a professor at a university or something (who knows?), helps him stay sane (more or less). Detective Marks is suspicious of him and all the information that he goes touting around but for the most part listens to what he says (if an itty-bitty bit reluctantly). Toby has, so far, saved a mom and her child from a classic "bad cop", stopped a serial arsonist, freed an abducted teenage girl, and solved a murder mystery or two.

Truth be told, even I'll admit that the plot is thin in places and that it moves a little (or a lot) bit slow and some parts of it, okay, ninty percent of it, could be improved and maybe it is cliched beyond what is humane, but who cares? If you just enjoy the show, it makes for pretty good television. And maybe it would help if you don't actively search for things to criticise. But whatever.

Anyhow, check it out. Who know? You might even enjoy it.

(currently has the first four episodes, aka the only episodes out so far)

http://www.hulu.com/the-listener

Yay! I'm happy :-)

Guess what! I got my first post! How pathetic is that? I mean, I've had this blog up three months and I've only gotten one comment? Okay, it's a long comment, I'll give you that much, but it's still just one comment.

Okay, Mr. Anonymous (or Ms. Anonymous, since I really have no clue who you are, hence the Anonymous part), let me attempt to set you straight on a few things.

First off, I sincerely doubt that I'll delete the post entitled "List of Helpful Hints To Not Be Broke and/or Poor" anytime soon.

Second off, no offense or anything, but you really sound paranoid.

Third off, I think you're taking this way too seriously. It isn't meant to be taken seriously. I mean, sure, if you applied these things, then your life could improve, but whatever. Way too seriously.

Fourth off, the reason the top 1% have a lot of money is because they either earn a lot of money or they won the lottery or they're dirty thieves like you said. While on the topic of the top 1%, believe it or not, it fluctuates a LOT. Just because someone is rich doesn't mean they'll stay that way.

Fifth off, really, when you get down to it, your comment doesn't have a lot in common with my post. But whatev'. I just love the fact that you actually commented on my blog. Thank you so much!!!

Anyways, please read my blog and comment!

Oh, and Anonymous? You made my day.

Again. How pathetic is that?

Vampires

Okay, I admit it. I'm sick of vampires.

I've read Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn more times than I care to tell. (Which is upwards of five times each.) I read Dangerous Girls by R. L. Stine after I sorta stole it from my friend (It got boring, so I never finished chapter 3 of the second book). I've been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Hulu.com. I've read the first three books of Vampirates, which are, to me, boring.

It reminds me one time when I ate a chocolate donut and sorta puked it up on the car ride home.

That's what it's like. Vampires are chocolate donuts, except they're less edible.

Hey, here's a message for all you semi-rabid Twilight fans out there: BELIEVE IT OR NOT, EDWARD AND BELLA AREN'T REAL. JACOB IS REAL, BUT ONLY BECAUSE THERE'S MORE THAN ONE JACOB IN THE WORLD. WELL, OKAY, IF JACOB EXISTS, THEN I SUPPOSE BELLA SWAN IS REAL BECAUSE I KNOW OF A REAL-LIFE ISABELLA SWAN. NO, I DON'T THINK SHE KNOWS ANY VAMPIRES THAT SHE CAN HOOK YOU UP WITH. SORRY.

Here's one of my annoyances with vamps: Either they drink human blood because they have to but they're still good or they drink it because they want to and they're evil or they don't drink it because of some random, obscure moral obligation that now that I think of it, it isn't obscure or random at all.

Is there some law that vampires have to like the taste of blood?

... Probaby, now that I think of it.

Anyways, here's my idea. What if there's this one vampire that thinks blood tastes gross?

Naturally, everyone of you will think that it's a dumb idea. Like I care. But whatever. Criticize me later.

Here's another one: Vampires are impossible and so authors sometimes try to use science to explain them.

My explaination: Aw, shut up! Who cares? It bogs down the story and causes you to think about the problematic origin of vampires. If you're like me, eventually you'll reach the conclusion that vampires are impossible (which you have to ignore for the story to be enjoyable) and that conclusion will make you be very annoyed with the book and it will be like, "I don't want to read this book. It's lame."

My next problem is that vampires are fiction. Not real. Fake. Made-up. Fantasy. Imagination. Tall tell. A day-dream. (Yeah, I used a thesuarus. www.Theasuarus.reference.com, to be exact.) Now, I don't know about some people, but that's a turn-off for me. If vampires were real (and NOT evil) then I'd be mostly fine with them. Since they aren't, then I've decided to ignore them and the pop culture surrounding them for a decade or so. (Or until Stephenie Meyer announces that another vampire/werewolf/half-vampire book is coming out. In which case I'll have no other option than to go and get twenty bucks and buy it at Target or Barnes & Noble.)

But whatever. Vampires and co. aren't really real, so I don't really care enough about them other than to use them as subject matter for my blog that I haven't updated in about... 13 days. Oh. Wait. I thought it had been longer.

But whatever.

List of Helpful Hints To Not Be Poor and/or Broke

Okay, okay, I admit it. I don't really have a full-time job or have to pay taxes or pretty much anything to do with money (aside from having about $50), but I still think that somehow or other these things will be helpful to some people and redundant to others.

1. Don't get into debt. Now, this may seem painfully obvious, but some people still don't follow this simple piece of advice.
2. Don't gamble. Several major religions council against it and several million people (I don't know the exact number) can testify that they are broke and that they are compulsive gamblers.
3. If you have a job, a car, a place to live, food to eat, and a decent amount of money in the bank, then don't do stupid stuff that will make you lose all that like get a big loan that will buy a motorhome but make it so you'll be paying for it until you're 300 or something. (Yeah, this is pretty much hint #1.)
4. Get a job. No job, no money (assuming that you didn't win the lottery by ignoring my second hint) and no money, you're screwed.
5. Get a good eduaction. Even if test scores don't tell you much other than how much you can memorize and spit back, people are far more likely to hire the accountant that has a diplomia than the guy who says he's good at math and lives with his mom.
6. Solve a problem, sell a product, make someone happy, but don't just sit there waiting for the next big thing to whack you on the head. See, there's already a myspace and iPod out there. The world only needs one. At the same time there's a bunch of little, pesky irriations out there that people would pay a million dollars for. If you could find something that would help people with chronic back pain feel better 50% of the time, then people would pay a LOT of money for it. And that's only 50% of the time!
7. Get connected. Communicate better, write better, be nicer (unless you want to be mean), just do a little bit better at getting to talk to people and getting them to like you enough to maybe talk to you about hiring you.
8. Ask rich people how they got to be rich. They probably know stuff you don't and chances are they'll be willing to share it unless they're the stereotypical rich people that are always on TV.

Again, I have to remind you that I really know next to nothing about getting a job in the real world and how to get people to like you, but I figure that this is all valid advice as long as you use other helpful tips and methods as well. Don't depend solely on this and don't expect me to give you a dollar out of my $50 or so.

Yeah, don't kill me if this messes up your life, but I have a hard time seeing how that would happen since this is basically how not to mess up your life. But oh well. Expect the unexpected. Don't invest all the money you have in the stock market. Don't forget me if you win the lottery.

Oh, and thanks for reading!

Now for my favorite subject on the planet...

EYES!!!

There are few things I love more on this planet than eyes.

First of all, you can use them to see stuff, like plants and colors and stuff, and second, you can have really freakishly awesome eyes.

Which is to say, I have freakishly awesome eyes. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I seriously have some of the coolest eyes on the planet. Unless you consider them creepy. In which case I really don't care about your opinion.

Before you ask, no, they are not purple or gold (mostly), or really bright green, the type of green Harry Potter is famous for. They're not red and they're not gray and I don't consider them hazel.

They're blue. Rather normal looking blue, unless you know what to look for.

Which is to say, my right eye is blue. My left eye is blue too, plus green. It's like it's yellow and blue and green!

It's so cool!

Yeah, people consider it creepy, most notably one of my neighbors who I've established a  firm mutual dislike with. Yeah, but who cares, really? Not a lot of people notice, since it isn't really that noticable. However, those who do notice are like, "Cool!"

And I'm like, "Woot! Someone noticed my eyes!"

Of course, when there are these questionaires in school that ask stuff like, "What color are you're eyes?" and "Your eyes are: blue, green, brown, hazel" I'm always like, "These questions are so lame!!!"

And then I'm like, "Mwahahaha!" in my head because it's so dang cool!

Okay, I always get hyper (if you consider hyper to be sitting on the couch and typing on a blog) when I think/write about my eyes. It fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling! I always think stuff like, "I hope my kids have cool eyes, like purple or gray or other really cool colors!" If only people had eye colors like cats. Which is to say, only if people had such a wide variaty of eye colors.

The down side of having different colored eyes (also known as Heterochromia) is that there's often unpleasant conditions to go with it. I'm nearsighted, which really isn't that unexpected since you have no idea how much I've read. NO HINT OF A CLUE.

And because I love eyes so much, I notice other people's eyes a lot more. It's sort of my goal. Like during lunch, I try to look around at other people and make a mental note of people's eye colors.

My conclusions are that, when seen in the right light, brown eyes look like dark red, which I find awesome. 

Blue eyes look pretty. 

Green eyes are magic. 

Gray eyes... They look like light blue and are ranked pretty high up on my list of freakishly awesome eyes. (And the sad thing is that I sort of have a list.) 

Central Heterochromia (inside of the iris is a different color from the outside) is one of those things that you can dream about having because it is so cool! 

Purple eyes, which I actually have never seen in real life before, make it onto my list of the Top 10 Cool Eye Colors. (Really, there's about six or seven eye colors total, not counting shades of the same color, so it isn't that big of a deal. But the fact that purple eyes are so rare make me love them and adore them and even if they weren't so rare It'd still love them.)

Yellow/gold/Cullen eyes, which I sort of have in one eye, SORT OF, as in not very much, if they actually exist would be so amazing... *sigh* Don't you just love vampires and gold and eyes and gold-eyed vampires?

Hazel eyes, well, I say that they're a combination of blue and green, which is to say that they're magical and pretty at the same time.

Red eyes, as a basic principle because they're rare and because, well, red rocks!, automatically becomes, I want them except not really but still because they're so awesome! Google Images for "red eyes." Ignore the ones that tell you how to get rid of red eyes in pictures and look at how cool the red eyes look. You'll have to agree with me when I say, Even though whoever has red eyes will pretty much have to wear sunglasses for life, they're such a cool color!!!

So yeah. That's really all I have to say about eyes. Wow. That's actually a lot. Probably means I'm an obsessive nut.

But whatever. I just like how eyes look.

How To Catch a Liar

Here are some tips to spot a lie. I know that a bunch of people have already written about stuff like this (mostly since I'm sort of copying this off of those people), but like I care! It's much more fun this way.

ANYWAYS, here's the stuff that I'm not being paid to do and that you probably came to this pretty amature-ish blog for:

1. They add unnecessary details. Please note: This is not a surefire way to tell if someone is lying (since people do stuff like that all the time) and you have to promise not sue me if you accuse someone of lying based on this alone and it turns out that they're not.
2. Their expressions and gestures do not match their words. Example: "I hate that guy!" while hiding a smile.
3. Bill is accused of having an affair. He publicly announces that he did not, but something isn't right, namely that of his eyes pointing in a different direction of his hand. (Anyone who watches Lie To Me would know that I stole this example from them.)
4. Timing being off. If they hit a table with a fist after they deny whatever it is that you think they did, then chances are that they're lying.
5. They use contractions less. Instead of saying, "I didn't do that thing that you say I did," they say "I did not do that thing that you say I did and frankly, I'm annoyed at you for even thinking for an instant that I would even consider doing that!" It's probable that they want to emphasize that they're being honest even if they're lying through their teeth.
6. They want to change the subject. I mean, if I were to lie to you about eating your Charleston Chew candy bar, then I'd want you to start talking about something else before I gave myself away. The example for #5, for example, "I did not do that thing that you say I did and frankly, I'm annoyed at you for even thinking for an intant that I would even consider doing that!" is an exellent example. For one thing, the sentence doesn't use contractions, adds unnecessary detail (all the words after "you say I did"), changes the subject by accusing you of being disloyal, and if it were said out loud would probably be accompanied by an expression of slight fear, anger, and other stuff that is in no way related.
7. And above all (which I find ironic since this is the one that is the farthest down on the list), if they act differently than what they would if they weren't lying. Twitching, holding still, eye contact, or lack thereof, smiling, frowning, nervous, calm, none of that means anything if you have no clue what they're like normally. I mean, I'm a rather calm person who doesn't like having eye contact with someone for more than a few seconds, and I don't like being stared at very long. If I was twitching like I'd drank 300mg of caffine in the last five minutes (I don't drink caffine; again, notice how I used a contraction instead of "do not"), then chances are I'd either be V-E-R-Y excited for something or else I was lying my head off. Off course, if I wasn't moving at all, that could mean I was trying very hard to not give myself away with any gestures or expression. (Or else that I'd died in the middle of a conversation. I don't think that this situation will ever come up, but it always helps to add random details.) It's harder for someone to lie to you if you know them extremely well and spend a lot of time around them.

Well, that's pretty much all I know about catching liars. Honestly, though, it would really be better if you googled the topic several more times before trying any of these methods out because 1) I recommended them and 2) I really, really suck at catching people in the act. Watch Lie To Me at hulu.com if you want to see more tips on the subject. For one thing, it's a crime show and for another it's what I'm basing several of these tips off of. Plus, it uses Obama as an example of lying. Not that I really hate Obama, it's just that he really annoys me.

So far, Obama Still Sucks.

My younger sister says that Obama sucks. Or maybe I say that and I'm just attributing that quote to her. Either way, Obama sucks.

"He takes money from the rich and gives it to the poor! Like Robin Hood!" Maddi, my sister, said. (Names have been changed.)

"No, he doesn't. He does the opposite of that. No, not even that! He's just chucking money at people in hopes that somehow or other they might actually use it to help the economy," I said. "In otherwords, he has no clue what he's doing."

"No, he pretty much takes from the poor and the rich," said Jacklyn, a friend of mine. (Again, names have been changed.)

"Actually, if we're still comparing him to Robin Hood, then he's Prince John. Definately. You know, that evil dude? I mean, no one actually thinks he's helping at all, do they? Think about it. We're in debt. How does chucking several trillion dollars down the drain help any more than putting a fire hose in a flooded basement?" I asked. Yes, I know, I'm having me talk three times as much as anyone else, but hey, I'm the blogger!

"Nobody can be worse than Obama!" ranted Jacklyn.

"Actually, there's dictators, psychopaths, terrorists, serial killers, that one person who's the dictator of Cuba whatever he's called, etc., etc." I pointed out.

"Well, you know a lot of stuff. I don't. You have like, a huge-r mind than me (even though I'm using bad grammar)!" she replied.

"Or maybe I just think of it that way. Ever thought of that?"

"Still!"

Anyways, that pretty much sums up my opinion of Obama. (And Jackie's. And Maddi's.) But just so you don't think I'm being racist or anything, Thomas Sowell is one of my favorite authors. Basic Economics is a product of his genius and obvious talent. He also happens to be black. Whatev', though. Like I care.

Dear Obama

Hey, Obama! Yes, you! First black president of the United States of America!

I have a question. Do you think you're going to be a good president? Most people I've talked to, well, don't. As it turns out, neither do I.

If you do turn out to be decent, then I'll be thrilled! I might actually not end up moving to Canada as soon as I turn 18. (I hear you can get some fresh sea food there.)

However, since (for one) you make Sara Palin look as expirenced John McCain, I can't really imagine you actually doing something effective about that really annoying national debt everyone is talking about.

Oh, and while on the subject of presidents, have you ever heard of Warren G. Harding? Apparently, looking like a president is enough to get you elected. (Oh, and Harding was possibly the worst president in the history of the USA.) 

Even I'll admit that Obama talks like a president. Or a lawyer. (Have I mentioned that becoming a lawyer is rather appealing to me?) But that doesn't make him smart or anything. If it did, then I'd be screwed. 

Just to clear some things up, it's not that I'm racist. It's just that I live by the following quote: "Race--black or white--does not make a leader." (Along with "I often quote myself. I find it adds spice to the conversation.")

Plus, I'm just annoyed at him for being a socialist. The only difference between socialists and communists is how they get there. Being a socialist, to me, is the same as saying that you're an idiot. (No offense. Probably.) Government can't possibly make the decisions for an entire nation of 300 million. It's like a turtle trying to teach a turtle dove how to fly. 

Hey, guys in DC! Don't you dudes (and dudettes (if that's even a word)) even think of trying!

And in effect, that (according to what I know of Obama) is what he's trying to do. It just makes me so very, very annoyed. I don't have to pay taxes quite yet, but someday I will. (Unless, of course, I died in a car crash or something, which would be both very sad and very annoying.) Don't make me move to Canada...

Anyhoo, happy to see that, even though you probably don't care what I think, you still tuned in and read my entire blog post.