Storm_Damage's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Storm_Damage2002-04-11T22:50:02ZDeathmatch: e vs pi (idea)http://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage/writeups/Deathmatch%253A+e+vs+piStorm_Damagehttp://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage2002-04-11T22:50:02Z2002-04-11T22:50:02ZHaving gotten <a href="/title/high+on+math">high on math</a> the other day, the following <a href="/title/drivel">drivel</a> spewed forth:
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<center><h1><a href="/title/Euler%2527s+Number">e</a> vs <a href="/title/pi">pi</a>!<!-- close mismatched tag --></h1></center>
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"<a href="/title/Ladies+and+Gentlemen">Ladies and Gentlemen</a>, in the one corner we have <a href="/title/pi">pi</a>. First written about by <a href="/title/Euclid">Euclid</a>, pi is the <a href="/title/ratio">ratio</a> of the <a href="/title/circumference">circumference</a> of any <a href="/title/circle">circle</a> to its <a href="/title/diameter">diameter</a>. Pi's been baffling people for <a href="/title/millennia">millennia</a> with its ability to just keep going without end. And here's the thing folks, it's the same for ALL circles! you can have a circle so small you can't even see it, and it'll be pi times as big around as it is across. And then you can <a href="/title/draw+a+circle+around+your+house">draw a circle around your house</a>, and same thing. If you had a circle that went all the way around the universe, people, <a href="/title/its+circumference+would+be+pi+times+its+diameter">its circumference would be pi times its diameter</a>."
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"And in the other corner, the <a href="/title/scrappy">scrappy</a> young <a href="/title/e">e</a>! e was studied by the mathemetician <a href="/title/Leonhard+Euler">Euler</a> in the <a href="/title/1700s">1700s</a>, e certainly <a href="/title/doesn%2527t+have+as+much+experience">doesn't have as much experience</a> as pi, and at a measly 2.71828, certainly gives up a weight advantage<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Friday (thing)http://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage/writeups/FridayStorm_Damagehttp://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage2001-10-06T02:35:48Z2001-10-06T02:35:48Z<p>"Look, I know you don't smoke weed. But I'm gonna get you high today. Because it's Friday. You ain't got no job, and you ain't got shit to do!"</p>
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Late '90s <a href="/title/cult+classic">cult classic</a>, starring <a href="/title/Ice+Cube">Ice Cube</a> as Craig, a recently fired shipping worker, and <a href="/title/Chris+Tucker">Chris Tucker</a> as <a href="/title/Smokey">Smokey</a>, his stoner friend. Hilarious hijinks ensue as Smokey insists on getting Craig to smoke some <a href="/title/marijuana">marijuana</a> that he was supposed to sell for <a href="/title/Worm">Worm</a>, the local drug baron. Craig and Smokey end up <a href="/title/on+the+run">on the run</a> from Worm, as well as <a href="/title/Deebo">Deebo</a>, the local bully, and have many misadventures. Can Craig survive without getting killed or squashed? Will he end up following his father's footsteps and becoming a <a href="/title/dog+catcher">dog catcher</a>? Can a movie be considered excellent on the strength of its one-liners alone?</p>
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"Don't nobody go in the bathroom for about 35-45 minutes."<p>
Just see it.</p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>October 5, 2001 (idea)http://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage/writeups/October+5%252C+2001Storm_Damagehttp://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage2001-10-06T00:16:36Z2001-10-06T00:16:36ZLast night, I missed a <a href="/title/booty+call">booty call</a>.<p>
This <a href="/title/morning">morning</a>, I found out about it. She called me up again and said, "I don't <a href="/title/have+to+be+at+work">have to be at work</a> until one today, it's a shame you <a href="/title/weren%2527t+home">weren't home</a> <a href="/title/last+night">last night</a>."<p>
<a href="/title/D%2527Oh%2521">D'Oh!</a><p>
I was home last night, dammit, I was just out for a <a href="/title/burger">burger</a> for a few minutes when she called.<p>
<a href="/title/shit">shit</a>.<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>October 1, 2001 (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage/writeups/October+1%252C+2001Storm_Damagehttp://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage2001-10-01T22:52:29Z2001-10-01T22:52:29ZMan, I haven't written a <a href="/title/daylog">daylog</a> in ages...<p>
<a href="/title/Well%252C+here+goes">Well, here goes</a><p>
I got <a href="/title/laid+off">laid off</a> last week. Isn't it a <a href="/title/bitch">bitch</a> the way companies <a href="/title/pretend+that+everything+is+going+fine">pretend that everything is going fine</a> until they're ready to <a href="/title/fire">fire</a> a few dozen people at once? Just a <a href="/title/few">few</a> weeks ago, my boss handed me a <a href="/title/free+shirt">free shirt</a> and a <a href="/title/letter">letter</a> thanking me for my hard work in closing a <a href="/title/successful">successful</a> <a href="/title/fiscal+year">fiscal year</a> <a href="/title/2001">2001</a>. I've spent almost the whole summer on the road, and most recently was in <a href="/title/kansas+city">kansas city</a> for four weeks, completing a major upgrade for a <a href="/title/high-profile+customer">high-profile customer</a>.<p>
Of course, I can't really <a href="/title/blame">blame</a> my <a href="/title/supervisor">supervisor</a>, or <a href="/title/manager">manager</a>, for all this...the <a href="/title/decision">decision</a> to have layoffs obviously came <a href="/title/from+on+high">from on high</a>, and <a href="/title/a+lot+of+useful+people+got+the+shaft">a lot of useful people got the shaft</a>.<p>
Anyway, <a href="/title/I%2527m+over+it">I'm over it</a> now.<p>
I buckled down and started looking for a <a href="/title/job">job</a> today. The economy is sucking, and there aren't as many <a href="/title/opportunities">opportunities</a> as there were two years ago.<p>
<a href="/title/Okay%252C+okay%252C+I%2527m+really+over+it+now.">Okay, okay, I'm really over it now.</a><p>
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Well, <a href="/title/that%2527s+what+I+said">that's what I said</a>, at least. I would have enjoyed getting a few <a href="/title/book">books</a>, or maybe a new <a href="/title/beard+trimmer">beard trimmer</a>, but I wasn't thinking of those things when my parents (the only people I figured I'd get presents from this year), asked me what I wanted.
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"Maybe a <a href="/title/coffee+maker">coffee maker</a>," I said. "Actually, on second thought, I don't think I even have any place <a href="/title/in+my+kitchen">in my kitchen</a> where I could put one, so I don't know, anything."
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So christmas morning, I got through some very decent gifts of fine clothing, to the last box. It was big, and I knew it was a coffee maker.
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I tried to hide the look of disappointment on my face from my family. It wasn't that I don't <a href="/title/want">want</a> a coffee-maker, I just don't feel like I <a href="/title/need">need</a> one. I usually don't have time to get up and make coffee before I go to work, and there's already one at the office which spews out some of the most nasty brew I've ever drank. I rarely have the time or the inclination to brew…December 17, 2000 (idea)http://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage/writeups/December+17%252C+2000Storm_Damagehttp://m.everything2.com/user/Storm_Damage2000-12-18T00:52:24Z2000-12-18T00:52:24ZIt's not that I feel particularly <a href="/title/productive">productive</a>
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I did 4 loads of <a href="/title/laundry">laundry</a> today, and got completely caught up on it for the first time in months.
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I <a href="/title/clean">cleaned</a> my room for the first time in months too.
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My personal <a href="/title/Lebensraum">living space</a> is looking rather well, but the rest of the house is still plagued by a rather perplexing <a href="/title/problem">problem</a>:
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We have more stuff than we have places to put stuff.
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Hmm...reminds me of the <a href="/title/George+Carlin">George Carlin</a> bit.
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The house is perpetually in <a href="/title/disarray">disarray</a>. Piles of things move from one location to another, and never find a permanent home. Three men live here who have <a href="/title/conflicting+schedules">conflicting schedules</a>, conflicting [taste|tastes} in food, different ideas on <a href="/title/decorating">decorating</a> and <a href="/title/organizing">organizing</a> their belongings, and other small inconsistencies. We all <a href="/title/get+along">get along</a> great, but there is a constant underlying <a href="/title/tension">tension</a> caused by the fact that underneath this friendly <a href="/title/relationship">relationship</a>, we're all <a href="/title/eating+at+each+other">eating at each other</a>. Or maybe…