SPF stands for sun protection factor
An SPF of 50 means you can stay in the sun fifty times longer without getting a sunburn
Only UVB rays cause sunburns; UVA cause invisible damage which increases the chance of skin cancer
The best sunscreen to get is one that has broad-spectrum UVA/B protection
The American Association of Dermatology recommends reapplying at least every two hours
after swimming
sweating
moving
and playing beach volleyball
Persistent Pigment Darkening is a method for measuring UVA protection
2008/06/17
2008/03/30
Book of Lists
1. Are you wanting something you can't have?
It's more I want something the judge says I can't have.
4. Have you ever ran from the police?
Yeah, but I didn't do anything wrong, so they didn't chase me.
6. Ever licked someone's cheek?
In a former life. As a dog.
7. Favorite time of day?
Train time.
8. Ever been given a breathalizer test?
Last christmas, from my aunt.
9. Been to college?
Occasionally.
11. Can you lick your toe?
Can you lick my toe?
24. What was your kindergarten teacher's name?
She told me I could call her whatever I wanted.
25. Do you get nervous in front of large groups of people?
If they're picturing me naked.
29. Do you have socks on?
No... does that turn you on?
38. Does it take a lot to earn someones trust?
After what I did, it'll probably take therapy.
41. What's your opinion on same sex marriage?
I don't think marriage should change people's sex lives.
42. Who's one person you cannot stand?
FDR. Oh wait, that's one person WHO cannot stand.
53. Are you a fast typer?
Yeah, I can type 150 words a minute, but it's in my own language.
56. Are you a crazy person?
What gave it away?
59. Who called you last?
People call me Greg.
60. Do you like cheese?
What are you insinuating?
68. How tall are you?
Tall enough to know better.
70. Do you laugh at your own jokes?
Only when no one else will. So yes.
96. Lied in the last 24 hours?
Yes. Wait... no. Wait, I just did. So yes. Now.
It's more I want something the judge says I can't have.
4. Have you ever ran from the police?
Yeah, but I didn't do anything wrong, so they didn't chase me.
6. Ever licked someone's cheek?
In a former life. As a dog.
7. Favorite time of day?
Train time.
8. Ever been given a breathalizer test?
Last christmas, from my aunt.
9. Been to college?
Occasionally.
11. Can you lick your toe?
Can you lick my toe?
24. What was your kindergarten teacher's name?
She told me I could call her whatever I wanted.
25. Do you get nervous in front of large groups of people?
If they're picturing me naked.
29. Do you have socks on?
No... does that turn you on?
38. Does it take a lot to earn someones trust?
After what I did, it'll probably take therapy.
41. What's your opinion on same sex marriage?
I don't think marriage should change people's sex lives.
42. Who's one person you cannot stand?
FDR. Oh wait, that's one person WHO cannot stand.
53. Are you a fast typer?
Yeah, I can type 150 words a minute, but it's in my own language.
56. Are you a crazy person?
What gave it away?
59. Who called you last?
People call me Greg.
60. Do you like cheese?
What are you insinuating?
68. How tall are you?
Tall enough to know better.
70. Do you laugh at your own jokes?
Only when no one else will. So yes.
96. Lied in the last 24 hours?
Yes. Wait... no. Wait, I just did. So yes. Now.
2008/03/13
13 Band Names
Great Escape
The Current Fantasy
The Current
The Pilot's Boy
Chapeau Bas
With What Speed
Male Non Male
ZedZedZed
Gardeners of Salonika
Village Explorers
Robotnik
IFF
NOtext
If you ever use one of these for your band, you owe me 5$.
The Current Fantasy
The Current
The Pilot's Boy
Chapeau Bas
With What Speed
Male Non Male
ZedZedZed
Gardeners of Salonika
Village Explorers
Robotnik
IFF
NOtext
If you ever use one of these for your band, you owe me 5$.
2008/02/12
On Disabilities
When you haven't been able to hear for a week, your alarm in the morning is a wonderful sound. Even if it means your six hours of sleep are now over. Having your ears plugged all the time is terribly annoying, especially when you're trying to write midterms or participate in discussions. And all it took to cure myself was to threaten to go to the doctor about it. Yesterday as I'm sitting in school, unable to hear, a man taps me on the shoulder and hands me a card that says "I am a deaf person. I make a living selling these cards. Please buy one at any price." So after realising that I probably couldn't resell the card very easily dressed as I was, I wrote "Really? I can't hear either!" on my chem homework. I thought it'd be mean to ask him to buy it though. Honestly, if you're going to sell cards, you could draw something nice on them. The deaf guy at the ferries sold little fold-up scissors. This guy is really just lazy. I say that, but I don't give money to homeless musicians either. I guess when you've seen them do their income tax, you realise they've lost touch with their roots. Which reminds me, do you think that really rare braille books get put behind glass?
2007/12/21
2007/11/29
Realisings
My initials backwards spell MSG
Frites sauce at Nouveau Systeme are $3.14
1/8 of University is almost over
I got $6.66 back in change when all I bought was eggs, which I ate over-easy instead
Tax rates vary from Subway to Subway
White pants are awesome
No one in the world can spell or pronounce McLeod
Zen is not a word in scrabble, but 'et' (the past tense of eat) is
Yodelling is harder than it sounds
'One Night Band' is a play on words based on the expression 'One night stand'
Sometimes hats serve a purpose
Frites sauce at Nouveau Systeme are $3.14
1/8 of University is almost over
I got $6.66 back in change when all I bought was eggs, which I ate over-easy instead
Tax rates vary from Subway to Subway
White pants are awesome
No one in the world can spell or pronounce McLeod
Zen is not a word in scrabble, but 'et' (the past tense of eat) is
Yodelling is harder than it sounds
'One Night Band' is a play on words based on the expression 'One night stand'
Sometimes hats serve a purpose
2007/10/27
Carrot Cake
I probably should have wrote this as soon as it happened, but one thing led to another and the writing about Carrot Cake was postponed. As a result, my emotions and impressions of said cake are dulled; who knows what fantastic truths about the intrinsic nature of cake I might have discovered if I had written at the time of the Event. Because that's what it was, not simply some gastronomical enterprise gone horribly, terrifyingly wrong, but a... oh wait. That's what it was. Never mind.
So I decided to make carrot cake one evening, and found a recipe which made 'The Best Carrot Cake in the World'; how could I go wrong? It called for three eggs, and since the only empty and unlocked apartment on my floor only had two, I was doomed to some serious mental math. A 2/3s batch, indeed. Well, the only pan available to me was a meatloaf-style glass thing, so after carefully mixing the ingredients I spooned the gooey mess into loaf-form. Put it in the oven, and after the 45 minutes that the recipe claimed would cook the cake had elapsed, it was clearly not done.
I turned the heat up, and 15 minutes later I carefully set the carrot-based loaf on top of the oven. The edges were starting to blacken, and the top was crusty. Excellent, time to put the icing on; I spooned it into the middle of the cake and turned away to get a knife to spread it. When I turned back, the cake was eating the icing. More accurately, the icing was sinking like a tiny Titanic, with an even tinier Leonardo diCaprio nowhere to be seen.
So the cake was definitely not done. I put it back in for 20 minutes or so, hoping that maybe the icing would bake itself into the cake, and maybe this new kind of cake would make me rich. Apparently not, though, it just congealed and blackened, or bubbled up through the top. After another hour, the cake still would not cook.
So I stabbed it with a fork until it was dead, and then ate as much as I could before feeling sick. Which wasn't a whole lot. Ah well.
So I decided to make carrot cake one evening, and found a recipe which made 'The Best Carrot Cake in the World'; how could I go wrong? It called for three eggs, and since the only empty and unlocked apartment on my floor only had two, I was doomed to some serious mental math. A 2/3s batch, indeed. Well, the only pan available to me was a meatloaf-style glass thing, so after carefully mixing the ingredients I spooned the gooey mess into loaf-form. Put it in the oven, and after the 45 minutes that the recipe claimed would cook the cake had elapsed, it was clearly not done.
I turned the heat up, and 15 minutes later I carefully set the carrot-based loaf on top of the oven. The edges were starting to blacken, and the top was crusty. Excellent, time to put the icing on; I spooned it into the middle of the cake and turned away to get a knife to spread it. When I turned back, the cake was eating the icing. More accurately, the icing was sinking like a tiny Titanic, with an even tinier Leonardo diCaprio nowhere to be seen.
So the cake was definitely not done. I put it back in for 20 minutes or so, hoping that maybe the icing would bake itself into the cake, and maybe this new kind of cake would make me rich. Apparently not, though, it just congealed and blackened, or bubbled up through the top. After another hour, the cake still would not cook.
So I stabbed it with a fork until it was dead, and then ate as much as I could before feeling sick. Which wasn't a whole lot. Ah well.
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