Today I have... Thread.

Today I have... finished writing the first act of a screenplay then visited a grandparent for the first time in two months.

Yesterday was more interesting though: at around midnight I tried a lot of tequila for the first time with friends, then in the wee morning carrying over into the afternoon I survived a 10 hour drive home from campus with my dad while sobering up.
 
(yesterday) Volunteered for a horse program event thing, painted some ponies and handled pony rides with noisy children.
I also got kicked by a pony. That shit fucking hurts and I'm lucky that it didn't break my leg.
 
...found out my internet is going to be "semi-functional" for three days while my account is "transferred from the old system to the new one". What 'semi functional' according to Comcast means is I can log into Skype (but can't make a call) can log into Steam (But can't play games, view the store, or watch other people stream), I can log into my xbox account but can't play games, send messages, stream Netflix/Hulu/Prime/YouTube. I can also only access Facebook, Tumblr, YouTube, and oddly enough, KiwiFarms. I can google shit, but I can't click the links.

Between this and the data cap that's costing me $10-$20 more a month, I'm about ready to move to a different city where I can get a different ISP. This is bullshit. I can't even check my email.
 
Today I have used human ingenuity and complex thinking to light a candle.

I turned on the stove on high, noticed my candle refused to light. So I placed a pencil on the hot wire and waited it to alight, moving the flame from the pencil to the candle.

I no longer feel like a degenerate philistine.
 
My wife read a two paragraph article online about psychopaths then called me one. I'm strangely unable to figure out whether I should be hurt or take it as a compliment.
 
Today I have used human ingenuity and complex thinking to light a candle.

I turned on the stove on high, noticed my candle refused to light. So I placed a pencil on the hot wire and waited it to alight, moving the flame from the pencil to the candle.

I no longer feel like a degenerate philistine.

The candle wick doesn't actually catch on fire itself. It merely holds melting wax as it turns to vapor and it is the vapor that burns. The flame from the vapor heats up the wax in the wick and siphons up more, but the wax and wick themselves do not burn. Just the heat isn't enough to start it. It needs flame or a spark. (Or really high temperatures.)

They throw in shit like tiny specks of magnesium for those magical relighting candles, so the heat from the candle you just blew out sparks the magnesium and starts it again.

It's pretty neat that candles work at all really.
 
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The candle wick doesn't actually catch on fire itself. It merely holds melting wax as it turns to vapor and it is the vapor that burns. The flame from the vapor heats up the wax in the wick and siphons up more, but the wax and wick themselves do not burn. Just the heat isn't enough to start it. It needs flame or a spark. (Or really high temperatures.)

They throw in shit like tiny specks of magnesium for those magical relighting candles, so the heat from the candle you just blew out sparks the magnesium and starts it again.

It's pretty neat that candles work at all really.
The wick burns eventually, otherwise you'd end up with like, a really long wick and no candle.
 
Today is day two of Rangle.io's free Angular 2 training webinar that I am doing for my job. I'm enjoying it, even though I've already fallen asleep watching it. Watching people code is very relaxing.
 
The wick burns eventually, otherwise you'd end up with like, a really long wick and no candle.

True, but it's not just catching on fire and burning immediately. Otherwise, you'd end up with a candle with a charred wick.

I've seen both actually, candles with ridiculously long wicks and candles where the wick burned down and burned out and the candle died.

Nothing's perfect, but most candles are pretty good at having the wax and wick be consumed fairly evenly.
 
Today I waited for a bus for ten minutes and was forced to wait an additional twenty minutes because some fat fuck decided she wasn't going to pay the full toll like everyone else. I had a job interview that was super far from where I live. The hours and pay were much better than at the job I have now so I decided to go for it. Unfortunately, the bus driver decided not to move until she got her money. Getting increasingly pissed at the obese woman arguing with and cursing at an elderly Jamaican passenger, I got up and walked five long blocks and up a hill to get to my house in the hot sun. The interview was supposed to start at 5:30, so I ran in the house ready to go only to find out they rescheduled for tommorrow because reasons.

Fuck. Everything.
 
I learned that my mom has seen a real live tornado before, when she was a child. It apparently took the roof of the apartment building across the street from her house.

She was waking for school in the morning and heard a horrific noise, and there were these jet black scalloped clouds and a tornado across the street. She was 10 years old. She'd never told me about this before.
 
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