The Thinking Cap

A sacrifice to the gods of stupidity

2010-06-22T08:28:00.000-07:00

After reading mental tessarae almost an hour straight, and putting up with the author of said blog's requests to clear my breakfast spot (thanks mom), I felt a sudden desire to view my own blog.

I was expecting a rush of pride. A feeling of, Wow, I am pretty cool. What happened was quite the opposite.
So much the opposite, in fact that I had never felt more immature ever. Coming from a 10th grader, this may seem fishy, but it is sadly true.

Was I ever ~~sad~~ ~~dumb~~ lame enough to post such atrocities as Summertime!!!™ and The Thinking Cap Beta!™? (apparently lame people like exclamation points) Juice! *more exclamation points* (made from concentrate)™ was semi-okay, Odds and Ends™ was actually pretty entertaining.

*Insert sudden pause here as lame person discovers that you can customize very cool templates. After a slight wait and some agonized hair pulling, orangey template, complete with background swirlies is chosen. Yea, this is the one. Resume frenzied posting.*

So anyway, I have posted this post and am probably going to post another one today, topic unknown.

Summertime!!!

2009-05-29T18:21:00.000-07:00

I like summer! School's out and I am a Freshman in high school!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Sorry, I get a little freaked out about that.
I am going to use some of my time to post on this blog so remember to check on it. If you have any random thoughts that I should write about, please post them as a comment on this post.
I have a lot planned for this summer, and my parents are going to add on to my house. I am going to get my own room, my parents are going to get a new office, my two little brothers (who hate each other) are going to have to share a room. I pity them and myself (because my new room will be right next to theirs so I may be kept up at night. My little sister will also be getting her own room and the entire family will be getting a new family room because the old one is going to be turned into all of those rooms I talked about. I am also going to teach myself to make a website from scratch. It will have games and such, but It might not get done. There's a lot that I need to learn and experiment with.

The Thinking Cap Beta!

2008-11-05T14:33:00.000-08:00

Yes the blog's two year anniversary is in 13 days (as of this post) and I'm going to renovate! Welcome to The Thinking Cap beta. Complete with new security (for me), and cool gadgets, It comes with my promise to post more! Please feel free to check out all the new features and gadgets.
Enjoy!

Juice! (made from concentrate)

2008-11-05T14:07:00.000-08:00

I'm a slacker. I know I didn't have time to post on blogger, (or so my subconscious self says) but I know I should have. (If your wondering about the title it comes up real soon) Then, the magical sabey assignment came. (Yes, I do have her this year too, and yes, I do like parentheses) We were learning about the political election and we split up into parties. I'm in the Green Party (no surprise) and I, instead of using the boring old Google docs(I didn't use parentheses! Oh, wait.), I created a blog Isn't it beautiful. (For those of you who aren't getting the desired response now it's still under construction) And that
was when I realized that they had a new version of blogger! (The faithful readers can tell I've done some renovating. If there's any faithful left. :(
This is the reason for the strange title. The new version is awesome! There's polls and
all sorts of stuff. To the people at blogger, Thank You!!

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Okay, not really but I really like their games.

Odds and Ends

2007-10-30T16:30:00.000-07:00

Recently, I've made a lot of odds and ends in school (I like the "odd" part because some of them are pretty weird). And I've wanted to make another post on The Thinking Cap. So I put them together and made one solution.
The world that we live in has an unlimited amount of odds and ends. So I have decided to make a post out of any interesting tidbits I've found in the past little while. So, enjoy the show.

This was a school assignment from last term.

How Budgerigars Got Flat Beaks

Once upon a time the Utes and Piutes were the same tribe. They lived in the lands of Wyoming. One day the tribe’s god, The Thunder Bird, told them that they had to move, or else the evil volcano gods would destroy them. So they went to eastern Utah and named themselves the Utes. Some of the Utes found special berries that you could make pies out of. But the thunderbird didn’t like these Pies. So they left and called themselves the Piutes. They took all of the berries with them and all of their pets, the Budgerigars, who were kind of like scarecrows to the berry bushes. At this time the Budgerigars had long thick beaks. The Piutes made their own villages and towns. They had a big feast with lots of pies. After the feast, everyone washed their mouths and hands. Except the Budgerigars, they were so tired that they washed their feet only. They forgot their beaks. When they woke up, their beaks were stained purple. They didn’t want their beaks to be purple so they went to Australia where there was a magical pond that had water that would eventually wash off any stain. When they got there they washed and washed until eventually their beaks were not purple anymore, but they were thin and flat because all of the rubbing. After that they stayed in Australia and lived happily ever after.

Some of these Pictures of my baby sister are funny.

That's all for this time folks, be sure to tune in next time for: Bits and pieces.

P.S. Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, Recycle, and Recycle!!!!!!!!!!!!

We're all going to die.

2007-10-02T17:00:00.000-07:00

I'm sure that in one of the many movies that have been created in this world since the creation of the "moving picture" (I haven't had time to watch them all yet due to a limited media time budget, ahem, cough, moral for mom), someone has a line that says: "we're all going to die" (I have a feeling that it might be one of those Godzilla movies).

This might come as a shock to you because in reality, we are all, going to die. It is now that I must inform you of the 3 main human tendencies that I have discovered.

That everything will happen to someone else
That your work is stupid and everyone Else's work rivals Einstein's
And the most important one, that actions have no consequence

For those of you still clinging to the absurd notion that we are not going to die let me tell you something, you're staring into the face of defeat.

Because yes, we're all going to die. Still clinging to the notion? Let me show you some visual aids.

See that? Its called an ozone hole. An ozone hole is a hole in the ozone layer. The blue dent is the hole in the ozone layer. It lets radiation and infrared rays from space in.

Need more explanation? That blue thingy that you can see is Antarctica. For those of you still being human (and as such following the human tendencies) this will not just affect the penguins.
Because all of those infrared rays are going to melt the ice. All the water has to go somewhere.

Imagine a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Now imagine the 2005 Katrina devastated New Orleans. Now pretend that they marry and have a kid. Now imagine where you live and marry it with miss noodley Orleans. Should look something like the world if Antarctica melts.

Some of you are thinking stuff like :but we didn't help global warming, those that you think just don't care really care, care more about their lifestyles than their eventual deaths. Just under half a week ago I discovered that my very own dad wanted to chop down a large 20 year old tree just because "It looks like a bush." Those are his exact words too.

This is a picture of the tree that my dad wants to cut down. All over the world things like this are happening. Other horrible human related things are happening to the enviorment as well. Things like garbage dumping, pesticides on rampages, dams, oil spills, and logging are all contributing to the eventual death of life as we know it. Take a look at some of these pictures.

Sad, isn't it. But, just like that last minute bombing run that explodes godzilla, we can stop the monster of our own life styles. Save power by purchasing energy efficient appliances and turning off lights in the daytime or when you're not in the room at night. Walk instead of driving if it isn't too far(or buy a hybrid or fuel efficient car). Ask for paper bags at the grocery store instead of plastic because plastic bags made up 50% of the trash on that beach. Plant trees instead of choping them down. Don't buy wooden furniture made from a rain forest now transformed into wooden widgets, recycle, and tell others to do the same. Post comments on this very post about things you did to save trees. Maybe it isn't too late.

Was Babe Ruth a psychologist?

2007-06-20T15:38:00.000-07:00

To all you Baseballs out there. May your G forces be lower and your cowhide skin stronger

For my average reader, the word Baseball Game brings up memories of stunning outs, the Black Sox scandal, and Babe Ruth's records. For me, I think of the game I played four days ago. We won 12 to 8. Our opponents fought well though. This was our third game out of seven (sorry no world series). The league is not a well known one, and most people go from home(after hitting) to first then to home for the point. There is a catch though, after six runs by the opponent the defenders are now the offenders. In other words they switch. We lost the game last week. We won the one before that. We won only home games. This makes me wonder, was Babe Ruth a psychologist?

Sure, you look at that and think thats Babe Ruth(at least, you should be). Born on February 6, 1895 in Boston and started playing in 1914. He was the cause of the "curse of the babmbino." In the picture below Babe knocked himself cold by crashing into the wall, which makes me think he may not have had Harvard education.

He was one of the most well known baseball players ever. The thing about us winning only home games, perhaps it was "The curse of the Bambino" back firing! Or maybe it was Elvis. He's supposed to be back from the dead isn't he?

Mission Mercy III

2007-03-24T16:10:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday on the 24th of March two funerals occurred. One was for dear Sister Beckstrand, who had tragically passed away from unknown causes earlier that week during a family discussion about the possibility of a rest home. The other was for a beloved yet thought to be unimportant species (one of many) of life, the American Robin(Turdus migratorius). As the "scientific name" suggests, the bird heralds one of the most anticipated annual changes of the year. The change from cold, dreary, winter(who blankets the land with snow) to warm happy spring.

The Site
This year for example, two weeks after the groundhog, with his psychic mind, predicted a late spring, the Robins arrived. One of them would never return to Mexico or live to see another winter or summer. She was an elderly Robin, probably several years old and had given life to baby birds several times. I came to know about her when I was trying to get some fresh air after a couple of hours inside. The kids in the neighborhood had congregated around the body, along with a good 5,000 ants. The house nearest to the site was being attended to by its owner, who, according to the kids, had agreed to "take care of it". At these words, something in me cried out against this barbaric deed.

Two other times in my short life had this happened before. One was with the unidentified bird(probably some kind of sparrow), later christened "chirpy" because of all the noise that he made, who was discovered lying in our yard while I was pushing my brother in the stroller. Fortunately he was still alive, Unfortunately, three days later I was rudely awakened by my little brother who, after verifying that I was awake proudly exclaimed "Ethan! Chirpy's dead!!!!" The smile on his face set a Guinness world record that has yet to be broken. We laid Chirpy to rest in a secluded spot next to the South West corner of the house. The second occurred when my beloved Parakeet "Anakin Flywalker" (yes that was his name) passed away on a Sunday night not unlike what happened to the Robin. We had been going to a family dinner. Family dinners are EXTREMELY fun. Anakin was on the bottom of his cage looking like he had diarea. I ignored him because we were going to the family dinner. The next morning, he was dead. He was laid to rest next to Chirpy, God bless his little soul. Both times, the birds were laid to rest. Seeing the Robin, instead of peacefully lying under the ground made me want to do something about it. But if I brought her home, I could imagine the argument about it. My mom for the funeral and burial and my dad against. But seeing the bird slowly being devoured by ants, I knew I had to try. "Dad," I said, pushing the door open. "There's a dead bird outside and I want to give it a proper burial" Estimated .75 seconds till "No" is spoken. At this point I want to stop and ask you a question. Do you believe in miracles? As of today, March 24th 2007 I have answered this question. Yes, there are miracles. My Dad (who usually dislikes messes) said, (drum roll please) "Sure." In my head came plans of what to do. I went outside and got one of those Target bags and a shovel. As I neared the site I wondered what I would say to the gardener about me taking the bird, for people in my ward have an extremely annoying habit of temporarily taking over my mom's job. But to my great relief, he was nowhere to be seen. I loaded the bird into the sack with the shovel and took him home. Twenty minutes later, the bird was in an ice cream tub coffin. At this moment , I made a bad decision, and brought most of the original kids who had found it to the funeral. They turned it into a comedy. It was like watching them dismember George Washington. Then, we loaded up the wagon and laid the bird to rest in the nerby field. This "Mission Mercy" was the third. A tribute to a fallen war hero, who had the courage to succumb to sickness, and leave the sky forever. To crawl into a gutter and become a casualty of the essential and everlasting war between nature and life, and leave this life looking at the thing she loved most, the sky.

Like Anakin(god bless his little soul) and Chirpy before her she moved on. Perhaps if we all undertook our own Mission Mercy, the world would be a better place.

The final resting place

Ethan's 4 laws of life

2007-02-05T16:33:00.000-08:00

Note:there are actually 5 laws of life. The fifth is: When you try to prove any of these wrong/right, you may succeed. If you do, despair, for it is actually a trick, imposed by my infinitely powerful mortal enemy: Billy-Bob-Joe the VII (seventh).

THE FIRST LAW OF LIFE:

(All things have an invisible teleporter inside of them, which, on command, can teleport the thing in which it is implanted to another dimension.) When you are looking for something such as a book, recipe, CD, etc...the teleporter kicks into action and teleports the thing you are looking for to another dimension. When you are looking for it, the teleporter teleports things that you will soon* be looking for into your path.

THE SECOND LAW OF LIFE:

When you want something to happen, the opposite of what you want will come to pass. You are better off wanting the opposite (secretly of course) to happen so what you secretly want to happen will happen. Right? Wrong. It will work some of the time, not always.

THE THIRD LAW OF LIFE:

(This works for me) When you are involved in youth sports your team will always lose

THE FOURTH LAW OF LIFE:

We are nerds. We have always been nerds. We will always be nerds. There is no hope. (Worthington family motto, 2007)

*The teleporter knows what you will be looking for because it is linked via IECL (invisible extremely complicated laser) to a time machine.

Thanksgiving. A thankful or a hectic time?

2006-11-22T19:54:00.000-08:00

Is thanksgiving such a wonderful holiday? I think not. This post is dedicated to revealing the true turkeys of thanksgiving, the Pilgrims!(WARNING! if you love either thanksgiving, or the Pilgrims themselves you are advised to STOP reading this post IMMEDIATELY!) If some old bloke started digging up graves at your local cemetery, stole food from house how would you like it? That's how the natives felt when the Pilgrims dug up their graves, looted their empty houses, and stole their corn. And then they "gave thanks" to the fact that the natives had been there so that they would have someone to steal from. And the natives came to the whole thing! As if the stealing incident had never happened! If you think that the irony of Thanksgiving stops there, your wrong. Unfortunately the modern world thought that wasn't enough stupidity for one November. Instead they make it even worse. like going to relatives you don't even know for dozens of hugs. Yet again from people you have no idea who they are or where they live for that matter. Then comes the food.
Heaping piles of "salad" that is actually poison(luckily for the next generation kid instincts kick in at the last moment), Radioactive pies, seawater soup, drugged turkey that almost makes you go to sleep forever, and much, much more. Then comes the conversations, hundreds of voices ethier talking about "the old days" or "catching up" then there's the inevitable drive home. At least there's only 4 weeks 'till Christmas

What Happened to Bach

2006-11-18T19:25:00.000-08:00

An American of Spanish heritage went back to Spain to pay her respects to her deceased relatives. When she arrived at the cemetery she saw a gave that had the name on it:J. S. Bach. When she asked the cemetery manager if the grave she had seen contained the J. S. Bach. "I actually don't know." He replied. "Let's find out." So they got a shovel and dug up the coffin. After they opened the coffin a old, wrinkled, person that was holding a piece of music. At that moment the cemetery manager came along and when he saw what they had done to the grave he said "What are you doing!" The cemetery manager answered "decomposing."

My thoughts on school

2006-11-18T19:20:00.000-08:00

If the more you learn, the more you know, if the more you know then the more you forget, if the more you forget then the less you know, why learn?