Shakespeare

On Friends (Taken from the start of Act V from Twelfth Night)

Duke: I know thee well: how doust thou, my good fellow?

Clown: Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse for my friends.

Duke: Just the contrary; the better for your friends.

Clown: No, sir, the worse.

Duke: How can that be?

Clown: Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

pun

AEIOU....aeiou...aeiou...aeiou...aeiou


Sorry I felt like a vowel movement.

Possible lyrics

Need to say

I need to say "Stay with me"
I need to say "Please don't go"
I need to say "I love you"
Its what you need to know

Truth is what we need to grow

Your smile, it stuns me
You know it gets me high
With you near me
I know its alright

You need to say "Goodbye"
You need to say "Its time to go"
You need to say "I don't love you"
Its what I need to know

Truth is what I need to grow

no small wonder...

Going over some of the old posts on this it is no small wonder no one read this thing. There is a limited audience for quantum mechanics puns.

Dust this off.

I completely forgot I had this account. Chances are no one has read it in 3 years either. Since the last time I posted, I have completed a Bsc in Physics, started a masters in nuclear engineering, moved, made new friends, been heartbroken and just lived life in general. The only reason I even stumbled across this is because an old friend of mine started up a new blog and I was curious what he was going to write about. I think I will endeavour to take better care of this page from now on.

Bus Ride

Due to circumstances outside of my control I had to take the Bus back to St.Cathatharines on Saturday. Which means I catch a bus in Owen Sound go to Toronto and then transfer to get into the Niagra region. Needless to say it is a long bus ride.

Coming into Toronto there was a bit of traffic (big surprise). I started to wonder if you were able to hear what everybody was doing in each car as it went down the road, what would you hear? I then began to amuse myself with speculating about what I would hear coming from each car as it zipped past my window. I was greatly amused by the idea of one old woman sining along out of key to Total Eclipse of the Heart.

Old Man

Today I am 22 years old. Am I an old fart?