Slightly Less Boring Default

For the classy gentlemen out there, I bring you some classy ambience.

Listen to both of the following links at the same time in separate tabs, then kick up your feet and relax.

http://www.endlessyoutube.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k
http://www.rainymood.com/

Recently, I’ve been having this biting feeling that something terrible is going to happen. Not to me particularly, I mean globally. It’s just this creeping uncomfortableness that sits at the back of my head.

Perhaps… I’m being watched by a duck?

Ryan

Oh, hey. This thing.

Right here.

…Yeah.

..Sorry.

Not much to say here, but I’ll try to get active with my blogging again. Also, happy 2010 to all, so says I on February 9th.

Ryan

Perhaps I’ve gone insane, or perhaps I’ve found the most awesome phobia in human existence.  Either way, I think we all might get a kick out of this.

Anatidaephobia is defined as a pervasive, irrational fear that one is being watched by a duck. The anatidaephobic individual fears that no matter where they are or what they are doing, a duck watches.

I don’t know who to thank for this phobia’s existence, but it made my day.

Ryan

It’s evolving.

(Video was removed, but it was comprised of a boy blindfolded tossing a log in to a recycled bin. He takes the blindfold off, hands it off to his brother. Brother one sets the projectile log at the feet of brother two, takes a second log, places a wooden board on it to make a teeter totter. Brother two throws the log, hits the other end of the teeter - totter. The other end of the board lifts and cracks him in the nuts.)

Ouch.

Ryan

Yesterday, I woke up when it was still darkish outside to the cat peeing directly through the sheets of my bed on to my leg.  Needless to say, I was not impressed.  I attempted to clean it up with a special pet spray to no avail.  I was getting frustrated at this point.  Not only that, I discovered our fluorescent black light that we bought apparently does not detect urine like it’s supposed to.  I went immediately to washing my sheets.  I had no breakfast, I was tired and felt like I was going to vomit from the smell of the chemicals.  It was a horrible day.

Today I woke up with a twinkle in my eye and a smile as bright as the sun.  I snuggled in further to my clean, fresh bed because it felt amazing. My father tells me he’s going out to pick up tacos, a wonderful cold front has blown in and cooled my room to perfection and that I’m going to go see a movie today.  I take a shower, I’m feeling absolutely wonderful and I come in to my room to write this blog post.

In comparison, I’d take day 2 over day 1 any time.

Ryan

I figure I’ll crawl out of the cave and start using this slice of a slice of a slice (of another slice [and another slice]) of the internet to my advantage and to my ultimate goal of mind control and world domination.  Wait, what?

Anyway, I’d like to just open up my first post with a little bit of an introduction.  My name is Ryan Kirchhof (I pronounce it kier - kove, a bit of a Russian pronunciation) and my father is Randall Kirchhof — the old man running Epistemic Ingemination, which I find interesting on occasion.

Moving on, I’m fifteen years old and I do quite a bit of gaming.  I enjoy a good steak made from the very skilled hands of my talented father (whom is the best cook in the world).  My interests vary, but physically I like to swim, mountain bike, do some hiking and I absolutely love traveling.  I usually go on a vacation every summer with my beloved uncle, William Mitchell Austin.  Last year, we went from Austin to Hot Springs to Eureka Springs (and the Ozarks) to Sioux City, Iowa to (my memory fails of where - to - where, but I know we went these places) the Black Hills, to Yellowstone National Park, to Montana and Glacier National Park, to Utah, to San Diego, California to visit my cousin.

This year, I didn’t go anywhere necessarily exciting, though my uncle took a trip to China.  Apparently, the roads over there are clean, reliable and have nearly no pot holes in them.  In the restaurants, you’re very often served beer with your water, as it’s natural over there.

Tea is a large part (as you may guess) of their culture, and my uncle probably sampled at least two types of tea for the month or two he was there.  One interesting type of tea he brought back for my aunt, uncle - in - law and cousin to try.  They nicknamed it ‘Party Trick Tea’.  What I tasted, I didn’t expect.

The way you prepare the tea is rigorous.  You boil the leaves for a little bit, allow the flavor to sit, take a small shot glass (wash it and dry it), pour in some scalding water and you drink this water to swish out your mouth.  You dry the cup and pour in the tea, which is even hotter than the water, and let it roll over your tongue.  When the tea is swallowed, you drink some normal, filtered water — and it tastes like you put a sugar cube in your mouth. It was easily one of the most interesting sampling experiences I’ve had.

Well, that should about cover two percent of what I have to say for now.  Cheers, mates.

Ryan