I actually don't know anything about element 116 other than that's its chemical symbol.

I use Google Chrome. I like Google Chrome. However, Good Chrome wouldn't let me post any blogs. It wouldn't even let me type the blog. All it would let me do was a title...and I doubt you want to just read a title. That's a waste of your time, like knocking on your door during dinner just to give you a blade of grass that I found on your sidewalk. You'd probably e-slap me and slam the browser window in my face. So I had to use Internet Explorer.

Now that I've bored you half to death, I'll talk about more random stuff. I intend to at least hand you an entire tree that I found on your sidewalk. You know, something you might want to build a fort in. Hopefully your other half doesn't get as bored.

So I was going through my C++ book, trying to make it past the section Miss Yum ended at (which was surprisingly not far) so I could learn how to program something that was actually useful. Somehow, two hours later, I end up here, posting this blog. And I don't remember how I got here. Those ADD gnomes must have hit me in the head with that tree I was planning on giving you. Sorry to interrupt your dinner for that.

All day, I've been trying to pull a new song out of the Magic Cloud of Undiscovered Songs Waiting to be Written. I frequent this cloud, looking for things. The contents of this cloud are very difficult to spot, however, and when I do spot them, I've got to grab them quickly before they fly away. I have one by the tail right now, but it's slippery, and kind of heavy. How it manages to stay afloat in a cloud must be part of the "Magic" of the cloud. At any rate, I've been pulling and pulling, and it might take a while before I have the whole thing crammed into my cheap cooler I bought at the Dollar Tree. Maybe I should have sprung for a big net to catch these songs with instead of a cooler to put them in. Songs don't need coolers anyway. What was I even thinking? That's the last time I listen to a sales clerk operating entirely on commission-based pay.

We had VBS this past week; it had a western theme. It was pretty awesome. I cowrote a skit with the Michael. In the skit, he was a crazy gold digger named Bart, and I was a more rational gold digger named Wayne. The condensed version is as follows:

Wayne: You sold our horses for popcorn!
Bart: I'm going to shoot you!
Wayne: You hit my foot! You're a horrible shot!
Bart: Is that Bible there true?
Wayne: Of course it is. I got saved!
Bart: I got saved too! I'm getting rid of my gun.
Wayne: You shot my other foot!
Bart: I found gold!

The end.

The long version is, well...long. But it makes much more sense. The kids wanted us to do the skit again. Too bad I couldn't do that because somewhere in the middle of the skit, some of the kids stole my hat and my gun. They'd been trying to steal them all week, and finally succeeded DURING my final skit. I really hope that when I get married, my wife doesn't have triplets or anything. If I have to put up with three 4-yr-olds at the same time, I might go totally nuts. Someone could use those kids for a source of free perpetual energy.

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