Matt in a Tux

I realized that when I think of titles for posts, they usually make no sense to the post. Which means I might just roll with it. And use sentence fragments. Twice in a row. Wait, three times. You get the picture.

Lately I have been tinkering with becoming vegetarian. Well, actually I have been thinking about it for a long time now, but just lately have been pushed to the edge where I might actually try it and see if I can adopt the lifestyle faithfully. My only concerns are as follows:

• I won't be manly anymore.
  
• Cows might realize they have power over me, attack me, and end even my vegetarian life out of spite.
  
• I'll have to buy an Apple product because I'll feel more pretentious than most.
  

The final concern is the most troublesome. At least I can be cool though and do this in my spare time:

Overall, however, I believe that it will be a promising endeavor. Some things really shocked me about eating meat compared to not eating meat.

For one, why inflict pain on a creature when it's not necessary? For the religious, God gave us dominion over animals might be a response. However, the line most cite comes from Genesis, and roughly quoted by me is 'and Man shall have dominion over animals'. Shall is the key word there. Many scholars have the belief that shall was said in more of a predictive sense than a privileged authoritative sense.

Another reason, and the last I will submit at fear of boring, is the inefficiency of eating animal meat. For instance, it takes 8 pounds of human-edible protein put into feed for a pig in order for the pig to produce enough meat for humans to reap the benefit detriment of only 1 pound of human-edible protein. With that kind of a turnover, what logically makes more sense?

Now, how long this lasts for me is tough to say. For one, I am on a budget, and it's cheaper to eat meat than fruits and veggies for the reason that government subsidizes 75% of industrial farming for meat, whilst only subsidizing >1% of fruit and veggie farms. Ridiculous, eh? I think so.

I wrote a 2500 word paper last night with barely any prep. I'll post back at a later date on the result of that.

I think some people intentionally go out of their way to find problems with things. Like half a jar of spaghetti sauce. Apparently that is enough to warrant storming out of a house and a week of being douche. Not that I know anyone like that.

It's weird being back on campus today. Counselors are in classrooms. The facts of what happened are setting in a little bit more now.

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.

Jenifer Lopez had twins. A boy and a girl. I would hate being a twin that had a boy or girl twin-mate. Think about it, you have a 50 percent chance of either looking too manly, or too feminine. (Of course I'm assuming monozygotic twins.) But how bad would that be? "Are you the brother or the sister?" For example:

Dan is on the left. Ellie is on the right.

This could go two ways from here:

OR

Either way… it's not my cup of tea.

(And the title suggests something about animals in this post. However, I'm going to postpone that until next time. Some of us have a job to go to soon.)

I really enjoy watching time lapse videos of things. This morning, the enjoyment is coming from videos of people where they took a picture of themselves every day for a period of time. The most impressive one so far has been over the length of 6 years.

That has to be weird for a person to look back on. Other than memory which fades away, it's the only thing connecting them to who they once were.

If I was smart, I would have done something like this when I came to school. But I never claimed to be an Einstein.

I hate when people, particularly girls, have pictures of themselves with their tongue out, eyes crossed, or other such facial gestures followed with the caption "Just me being crazy!! lol" You aren't crazy. You are acting like a moron. And you're probably fat since all the pictures are shoulders-and-up. (Disclaimer, person pictured below is probably not fat. But there is always the exception to the rule.)

And to these people in the video. Crazy does not mean retarded. Sorry.

If you want to be crazy, and truly unique, go dress like a clown and stand on street corners selling helium filled balloons so people can talk funny.

I'd come buy a balloon. And if you're a real crazy, some crack.

(Really though, as a disclaimer, some girls pull off the "crazy" thing and it just makes them adorable. Its a rarity though.)

As many have heard, there was a shooting on Thursday February 14^th at Northern Illinois University. A lot of people started hearing about it around 5 or so in the afternoon. I had the extreme pleasure of finding out nearly immediately after it happened. Sitting at work, about to leave, some friends began receiving phone calls that there was a shooting at Cole hall. Of course, the first thing I think about is the threat that was written on the wall of a dorm restroom last semester. I dismissed it as more hearsay… which apparently was the wrong thing to do. Calls began pouring into my phone, and eventually the cell networks were down. Friends from other schools were leaving me voicemails, text messages and facebook posts to see what was going on and make sure everything was alright. Luckily, everyone I know was ok. I had avoided the area luckily… you see, I had decided to skip class on that Thursday, for some reason. I normally never skip that class. If I hadn't, I would have been walking through Cole hall at about the time that the shooting took place. That would have been quite the thing to have to hear on campus – gun shots ringing through the lecture hall, echoing between the screams of students.

I'm still in shock a bit about what happened. It's still sinking in that yes, this happened at my school. Our school. It's a completely weird and surreal feeling.

I hope everyone keeps NIU in their thoughts. And for the religious types, in your prayers.

Forward, together forward.