Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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We Are Like Kids With A SweetTooth For Perfection and Technology

Because see, we are tools.
Luigi is a tool. Fear not! An new technology acquired by him will be demonstrated to you in an exhaustive manner. Oh Yea, He can totally remote connect to his desktop from his IPhone. He will completely rub it in your face that his phone, is not like yours. He will rub it in your face that the band he heard, was nothing like you have ever heard. He will tell you that his hair is just fabulous comparing to yours. He is a tool.

Stan is a tool. The know-it-all, the I-am-better-than-everybody-else, the I-am-too-good-for-this tool. He has better shoes than the brand new Adidas you just got. He has a better bicycle; because a $2,000 bike is so much better than any bike you can get. His orange is better than your mandarine. The program he is writing is so much more sweeter than any problem, no matter how unsolvable, you will solve. So what if he copies your homework, but on the exams he will beat you by a point or two and will never let you forget it. This 6'3" skinny but completely packing muscle guy is a complete tool.

And then there is this 5'1.5" blonde. She is definitelly a tool. The only female p-chemist, she makes your day brighter, and she knows it. Oh she uses it to her advantage. She is an attention whore, and usually it comes easy. Her 8-core processor computer is much better than your dual or quad core. Her 10 computers are much better than your 9... or god forbid 1 computer. Her hair is more fabulous than Luigi's. Her shoes are more colorful than Stan's. She might not have written a sweet program, but she is almost done solving a problem that has not been solved since the 70s when the problem was introduced. She brings cookies when she wants something, and she will not let you forget that you ate some of her cookies. She will flirt your brains out. She text all the time and everywhere, while talking to you, and while walking. Oh dear, she is a tool.

So here are those three tools, and they are pchemists. But then, where have you not met a pchemist that was not a tool that though they were so much better than you? A tool that keeps reminding you that yes, they can take breaks all the time, anytime, because all their work/research is done by computers?

We are like kids, and no amount of candy and toys is enough.

1:26 p.m. - April 12, 2009

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