Accelerate. (Part 1)

I can't do this crap anymore.
But It's going to feel so good outside. Now where are those socks... ah, there they are.
Mom, I'm going outside.
God, that Emily girl is a stalker. It's so gross how she likes me and she's not even in middle school. It's a lie, I'm not that attractive. I guess I'll go around the back so she doesn't catch any glimpses. Weirdo.
I have to hit those logs every time. I don't know why. Wow, I've gotten faster. Wow, I've gotten faster.
How much horizontal distance did I get there? Had to be around two yards. That's crazy. I didn't even think I could ever do that.
Oh, there's the sign. Am I going over it? Hell, why not. Dear sweet Jesus, too much speed, don't want to trip once I hit the ground. Hop over the stream, and I'm on the sidewalk.
Now let's see how fast I can really go.
It doesn't seem as fast. And boy, I'm out of breath, I shouldn't have taken that week long break. Oh, no, who are those girls? They look like people I know. I'm too tired to continue at full speed. Ugh, I can't believe that I am too tired to do the bridge railing. It's wide and 4 inches high. Maybe I'm not improving at all.
Oh, they are 20- 24 year olds. Wow. That's a relief.

Back to the routine.
Over the wooden fence- no hands, a little slow. I'll do better on the green one.
Yes. Perfectly over...SHIT! whew. That was a slippery landing. I'd have to be an idiot to try that again.
I guess I'm an idiot. Stuck that landing though, and let's throttle at 80% for a bit.
God, still too tired.
But I'm going to do those columns. Oh, hey, I could to that backwards wall jump to pullup that me and John did. Later.
Look at those benches. If I could somehow jump from the top to the top on the other side. Oooh, or maybe with a wallkick from the tree. No, that's waay too advanced for me.
Column time.
Or not. Meh, just a hop over those walls. Easy enough.
Hmm. I wonder. Can I still do that? I haven't been doing well in any other areas. Thirteen feet, should be easy enough.
DANG THAT WAS EASY.
Don't want to lose balance. Eh, falling into a dumpster, not a good idea. This is still pretty high. How will I get down? The Catcrawling skills over back to the original column. Ahh. This is a good seat. Good resting spot. Time to get down.
Oww. Feet. You never hurt me before. Why? Maybe it's these shoes. Need my blue ones next time.
Let's try that again. Oh, the easy way up the holes in the wall. Whatever. Back up top.
And down again. Still hurt a bit. Whatever. Let's go around the school.
Hmm. I wonder if anyone's watching me from the street. I guess I look like a vagrant. Hah, if they only knew.
I'm going over that railing. That was a soft landing. Oh, dirt. Up the stairs. With a little style. It never hurts except when it does. Over the rail again. Let's be a kid again and hop over those AC pipe thingys. Wow I must have looked dumb. Counteract that with a bit of ledge to ledge. That's always cool, God if i messed up that pipe would impale me.
Speaking of cool, should I try to progress on that front hand spring? Yes. I shall.
Oof. Just like last time.
No. I'm tired of this shit. If it says speed on the intro, I'll give them speed.
I'm putting my hand on that patch there.
I'ts a great start.
Almost there. It's now or never.

what.

So I havent updated in awhile. Far less than daily. Yeah, I know, shut up, I'm TYPING.
So this dinner Mom made a peach glazed porkchop that was utterly epic. I really can't describe how awesome it was. So I won't even try.

My AP classes are really killing me. Plus the whole plan for taking AP Computer Science was mucked up by the school's Cliche Bureaucracy Department, so I really have no idea what I can do about that.
In the words of my friends: AAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGGSSSSSTTTT.
ANGST.
ANGST.

ANGST.

ANGST.ANGST.

ANGST.ANGST.

ANGST.

This is Stupid.

[ben@upstairs ~]$ python

Python 2.6.2 (r262:71600, Jun  4 2010, 18:28:04) 

[GCC 4.4.3 20100127 (Red Hat 4.4.3-4)] on linux2

Type "help", "copyright", "credits" or "license" for more information.

>>> compassion = 'Feeling and sympathizing'

>>> trust = 'Belief in one another'

>>> friendship = 'Companionship of others'

>>> support = 'Helping others bear burdens'

>>> love = (compassion == True)+(trust == True)+(friendship == True)+(support == True)

>>> print love

0

Crap.

Talking with myself

Yeah, so looking at the blogs I unleashed into the world has given me a whole new insight into these people. Namely, nothing at all. Here's the lowdown:

Shelby channeled her inner split personality syndrome with a conversation with her gay muses(male on male, of course.). The content was great, but if I had to go Gollum on Blogger, here would be the formatting:

I would start in a blockquote like this. 

That sounds logical.

Holy shit, who the hell are you?

I'm that program you were working on.

O_o No fucking way. 

You sound like Mr. Spock. I don't even watch Star Trek! That's your name now, stupid program. Spock.

This was all your idea, demonstrating a conversation on a blog.

Screw you, you're a lump of sand and plastic. I AM YOUR MASTER. 

And so on. Note the difference in fonts and type faces, with the 'dominant'(aka not a gay dude) type being the default.

  

 

 

 

So. I need an award.

That was the ice on the front windshield this morning. Pretty cool.
So I am walking down the busport right now, and I totally passed a condom. Yeah. Just throw that crap away. Ih liek, fitty feet from teh do'. Come on. Ha, double entendre.
The rest of the day is just as weird.
First block I definitely had to steal a math book to look up how to graph rational functions(bluh) and I then made a complete freaking nerd of myself (sounds normal to me) by writing my notes in freaking Python. I bet none of your notes have Python. My notes are freaking binary compatible, bitch.
So, next block, Graphics Design:

John Egbert shows us how it's done, when 

he finds out that he is not drinking apple juice.

Yeah.

So I forgot my password. Now, this would normally be some normal thing, just go to the media center, ask to get your password changed, whoop de freaking do. But that was last Friday. TODAY i had to go down there after I tried every password I could and wait for the people to call Mr. Bailey over at the Board to get it changed because I am on the Internet watchlist. If you want to know, click the link.

Back? Good. I will never tell you. 

So today I was talking to Shelby about my blog and how I'm going to have large updates every day, so she made a blog over at Holy God This Coconut Is Huge (that's a mouthful)(DOUBLE ENTENDRE x2 COMBO!). So that got her friends to make a blog. So I have to mention all these people. 

Later.

What really scares me is that I have all this power over peers. Or that blogs are just a damn good idea.

So I need an award for:

1. using my political superpowers for good and not evil
2. putting up with general bullshit
3. and existing.

This blog does not help the ego at all.

Omgosh, this is the 30th post. PARTY TIME!

Continuing the flurry of posts

As those of you who are reading this probably know, I just created an epic shitstorm of awesome new additions to here.

And I am still going to update daily.

Why is this here?

Back awhile ago,I started this blog. What was I thinking? Maybe I'm just crazy, but a regular blog attracts readers, and I get none. So regular updates now? Sounds good to me.

Friday was my birthday. It's been an interesting 17 years, and number 18 is coming down the road pretty fast, along with Senior year, Eagle, and the rest of my life.

Tell you the truth, I'm not ready.

But I can hopefully start off this last year of youth on the right foot with Springpad. It's been an enormous help for the first week, but time will tell if it can lasso in my disorganizational skills, which has so far defeated:

• Toodledo
• Evernote
• Delicious
• Producteev
• and Astrid(for android)

This should be able to keep me on track for daily posts.

Yep, you heard me. Daily. In the end, one's worth is measured by the effect one has on people. I hope I can do the same with this blog. 

So no more excuses. No more putting it off. It's time to do this thing. 

WE ARE MAKING IT HAPEN.

My first client

So I am getting a quick programming job for my neighbor, who raises snakes. As this is my first real application job, i think it will go reasonably well. He needs a snake management
application. I of course, will be happy to oblige.

So, i need some decision making skills here. Python? it's nicely cross platform, as well as an awesome language to boot. However, I think Java is what I need.


By the way, did you know that more people have access to a cell phone than water? Bet you didn't.

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School and swim team

School is hard. It really is. Especially when it is hard to focus on your work, doing things that you love to do instead of AP Life, the Universe and Everything. And now that swim team is coming up, it's going to be even harder.
Why! WHY ME?

Yeah, I'm screwing around. And dont think i DON'T LIKE IT. foo.

So I have found my beloved flash drive, along with all my programming stuff gone (#$#$$^%$^%&!!!!) off it.

So, yeah, i'm kind of pissed off. But I am working with this program now, called 'Optimism', and i should follow the program.

No. I'm screwed.

Blog Action Day is coming!

Hey! It's me again.

A big thing that I do on this blog-about the only thing- is the participation in Blog Action Day. I join in thousands of blogs who all write about a specific topic all on one day to improve awareness about that particular topic. The topic for this year hasn't been decided yet, but you can be sure you'll know about it when I do!

Chrome OS and Bylaws

Today I had a pretty exciting day. As most of you should know, Google Chrome OS's source has been released today. Surprise! I am actually going to go and build the code momentarily. I'll post some pics of the sweetness asap.
In other news, the crew (Crew 226 Group) has been seriously adding amendments to the crew bylaws. I am planning on fixing them up, and having an online version to work on while at Venturing. The current version will be available for download. I can't wait to actively participate in law. This is going to be fun.

The Hacker Manifesto

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The following was written shortly after my arrest...

                       \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

                                      by

                               +++The Mentor+++

                          Written on January 8, 1986
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        Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.  "Teenager
Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
        Damn kids.  They're all alike.

        But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,
ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker?  Did you ever wonder what
made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
        I am a hacker, enter my world...
        Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of
the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
        Damn underachiever.  They're all alike.

        I'm in junior high or high school.  I've listened to teachers explain
for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction.  I understand it.  "No, Ms.
Smith, I didn't show my work.  I did it in my head..."
        Damn kid.  Probably copied it.  They're all alike.

        I made a discovery today.  I found a computer.  Wait a second, this is
cool.  It does what I want it to.  If it makes a mistake, it's because I
screwed it up.  Not because it doesn't like me...
                Or feels threatened by me...
                Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
                Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
        Damn kid.  All he does is play games.  They're all alike.

        And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is
found.
        "This is it... this is where I belong..."
        I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to
them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
        Damn kid.  Tying up the phone line again.  They're all alike...

        You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at
school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip
through were pre-chewed and tasteless.  We've been dominated by sadists, or
ignored by the apathetic.  The few that had something to teach found us will-
ing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

        This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
beauty of the baud.  We make use of a service already existing without paying
for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
you call us criminals.  We explore... and you call us criminals.  We seek
after knowledge... and you call us criminals.  We exist without skin color,
without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals.
You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us
and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

        Yes, I am a criminal.  My crime is that of curiosity.  My crime is
that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like.
My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me
for.

        I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto.  You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

                               +++The Mentor+++
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Stereotyping in School

Today we had a spirit day for the games that go on on Fridays. It happened to be "nerd" day. So, everyone dressed in their taped-up HUGE glasses, suspenders, wore their really long socks and whatnot. Now, if you know me at all, then you know that I am a hacker, and proud of it. Hackers are the cool nerds that help people and look really flipping good doing it. Our culture evolved from the so-called "nerds" that everyone brought back from the dead (I mean the 80's). We invented your Internet, your Facebook, your MySpace and your addiction to texting. We are innovating the future. I am tired of it and we deserve the respect due to us.
Questions? Am I wrong? Comment!


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Blog Action Day '09-Climate Change

In honor of Blog Action Day, I will finally stay true to my description of the blog and post some hackerly ways of saving energy and the planet.

• Google Desktop and Energy Saver

This great little app shuts down your computer when it's not in use. It also tells you in how many gallons of gas the power you saved.

I would love to see more than 1000 users of this app!

• A Power Strip

Ahhh, the great power strip. Commander of energy usage, and conquerer of those who do not obey. That's right. a power strip gives you even more control over your computer and the energy it uses. 

• Solar-Wind Cell phone charger http://www.gizmag.com/hymini-portable-charger-solar-wind-power/9122/

Now this is just cool. This uses the sun and or the wind to charge your cell phone. The best part is, you don't pay a cent for that power.

That should get anyone started on being green for life.

My 25 Things...redux

Here are 25 things that most people probably didn't know about me.

1. I sometimes get strange premonitions about what people are going to say or do. They also have the odd ability to be correct about 40 to 60 percent of the time.
2. I was the Most Philosophical Kid in America 2004 when in fourth grade.
3. For a while, I used to see my best friends and family dying in terrible ways depending on what was going on in the environment at that time.
4. I am extraordinarily fast and strong for my weight.
5. I am also good at street fighting.
6. Having anything sticky on me makes me extraordinarily uncomfortable.
7. When I am staring out into space, (as some of you may have noticed,) I am either thinking about what to do next, fantasizing about something, or actually thinking about nothing at all.
8. I find it very hard to not comment about what is being said or done.
9. Having to do something where there is no progress being made makes me furious.
10. I sometimes have urges to polish things.
11. I have beaten quite a few adults at Battleship.
12. I am quite skilled at thinking in objects, not in words.
13. I am neither a right brained nor left brained thinker. I have the skill of both.
14. My strongest arm is actually my left arm.
15. I am an excellent artist, but I cannot draw a person for the life of me.
16. I have an extremely large collection of Nerf guns.
17. I am very insecure about having a girlfriend. I cannot force myself to ask someone out.
18. I am surprised about what people think of me. I really am modest.
19. I come from a family where each person over-excretes something. I over-excrete bodily fluids. This is why I have uncontrollable acne.
20. I am good at many sports, but don't play them because nobody lets me play.
21. I calm down and get more focused when I ingest caffeine.
22. Contrary to popular belief, I am from Brunswick. I do not come from a Latino country.
23. I am bad at remembering names.
24. My worst fear is fear itself- I am afraid of being afraid. This equates to fear of things that are designed to scare you.
25. I sometimes walk somewhere, and forget what I was doing because I was thinking about something so much.

Vortex. How Browsers could be.

Today I finished version one of my hobby browser, Vortex.
Big, fat hairy deal, right?

Wrong.
I designed Vortex to be simple to use, and really customizable. Okay, maybe not Firefox customizable, but you can move the toolbars to wherever you wish. It also has an integrated bookmarking system and tabbed browsing. I haven't gotten any aesthetics done yet, but they will be done, don't you worry.

If it becomes too much of a problem for me to handle by myself, I have made it open source. this means that you can look at the code in it- I have nothing to hide.

Go get it at Vortex Home. And don't forget to give me feedback!

The Democratic Process

What I've always wondered about democracy here in the United States is why we use the electoral college.  Sure, I understand that having about 100 people that actually vote makes it easier to choose our President. But we are in the electronic age now. We can all vote instantly.  So, then, why do we have people representing us to our representatives?  So if one candidate wins one state than all the people that are going for the other candidate don't count anymore? Is that how it is now?  I should think, since what happened in Florida four years ago, we would have learned that every vote counts!

Paleofatuapresjustion: a law that is created long ago and is useless because of present technology and still exists. Usually involving horses.

paleo= old; fatua=useless; pres=pressure,; just=law; tion=thing 

literally, old, useless, still in effect law.

Abortion

This is a paste from a debate I am having against my friend Jeremy. I just want you guys to read this.

Before this, Jeremy said that he is for McCain, as he is against gay marriage and abortion also. He regretted that:

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Ben Davenport-Ray

Today at 4:22pm

I am for Obama. Gay Marriage and abortion are personal choices, and everybody should have the right of choice.

 

Jeremy Caton

Today at 5:55pm

i am a christian. the bible clearly states those are wrong. and also in the Bible sin is what brought the end of societies. i beleive if that is stuff is aloud God will judge america just as he did Sodem and Gamora

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Ben Davenport-Ray

Today at 6:10pm

clearly? about abortion? how about quoting a passage, please?

 

Ben Davenport-Ray

Today at 6:14pm

You are killing off an empty shell. If the personality is already in there, than we would be robots with all our responses pre-programmed in for us. and robots are boring and cannot love.

 

Ben Davenport-Ray

Today at 6:16pm

the soul is a consciousness. and unless you can remember the face of the person who pulled you out of your mom, than you did not have a consciousness either as a newborn.

 

Jeremy Caton

Today at 6:23pm

how would u feel if ur mom said oh ur just an empty shell ur not worth giving birth too???

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Ben Davenport-Ray

Today at 6:32pm

i would not feel or understand what she said. The Ben you are messaging is his collection of memories, experiences, and personality. All these things influence my decisions. On the other hand, the Ben that could be aborted (ie, in my mother's womb) would not have the mental capacity to understand 'decision', or if, i could, would choose either, for i have no experience and no ethics.

Are you going to resort to insults now?

 

Jeremy Caton

Today at 6:36pm

i didnt mean that as an insult. but do u beleive babies are humans. and the passage is ecc. 3:1-8 is the passage about abortion

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Ben Davenport-Ray

Today at 6:54pm

You mean, "a time to be born and a time to die" ?

In abortion, you are not actually born. You are still in the womb. but if "born" means from conception to actual birth, than yes, that would be a legitimate passage.

Anyway, what was the "but do u beleive babies are humans." stuff? Are you saying i think that babies are not humans? if so, than of course babies are humans. But if you say, do you think that babies are human beings, with a soul and a conciousness and a personality pre programmed in, than no, babies are not humans (with a conciousness and soul)

this has been a wonderful debate. this is so going on my blog.

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Must think of new word.... and news.

I am having trouble thinking of new funny and sometimes useful words that are excessively long.

Neo·logi·longi·ridi·nomy: (Neeo·loji·lonji·ridi·nommy) The act of inventing excessively long words that have humorous definitions. Usually created by attaching several roots together.

Neo: new

Logi: word

Ridi: laugh

Longi: long

Nomy: name (I seriously did not make these roots up.)

Brilliant! I needed that a year ago when I started this stupid blog.

One person is reading this blog. how sad.

Isn't that depressing? One person. Whoever he or she is needs to tell everyone he knows about just how great my blog is. Sigh.

This is a temporary post, more to come soon.