Risk

     Knowing when to take risks is important.  Take too many and you'll ruin your life.  Take none and your life might as well be ruined because you'll be bored crazy.  All of my best memories are results of me taking responsible risks.  If I hadn't taken them I'd have a less satisfying life.
     People need to take risks to have fun.  Even having a conversation with someone you don't know is risking judgment.  Don't expect me to take a vow of silence to feel better about myself.  Still, there is still plenty that isn't worth risking.  I don't do anything that will get me in a bad place with my family.  I won't do anything where I know I could easily get injured.  I won't get in trouble with the law.  I won't do anything that will hurt another person.  I won't risk anything that is really valuable.
     I know what I care about and I will never risk any part of it.  But I won't sit back and have life fly away.  I used to be terrified of rollercoasters.  I didn't realize how miniscule the risk was compared to the payout.  I'm not talking about adrenaline, I'm talking about the sense of camaraderie I feel with my friends or family when we finish an especially scary ride.  I used to sit on a bench alone for half an hour while my family waited in line together.  Amusement parks are really some of the safest places in the country.  I just let fear cloud my judgment of them and prevent me from taking fulfilling risks.  Experiences like that are what have developed my beliefs about risk taking.

Brian Regan

This is just audio, but I think it's pretty funny.

Flex Screens

    I guess I've gotten into a habit of randomly surfing the web when I have no clue what to write about for an open topic blog post.  Since I never have a clue what to write about, about an hour of my Sundays are now devoted to Googling randomly and hoping to find something cool, interesting, or just weird.  And while the weird greatly outnumbers the interesting, it is something interesting that is the topic of this post.
     Samsung has developed flexible screens for their new phones.  Flexible screens have been around since circa. 2004, but other than that I didn't find much info on them. Not that that matters, it sure looks cool.

 

Now you can watch Ice Age on a bendy screen!

     I'm having a difficult time thinking of practical uses this could have for a phone, but then again, practicality doesn't necessarily sell phones.  I would get one, but the screen would probably get boring after a couple hours of messing with it.

Room Diving

     It's nearly impossible to walk in my room without stepping on something.  A bunch of cards have spread themselves out over about three square feet of my floor.  I just left them in a pile on the floor about a month ago and since then they have sneakily taken over a tenth of the open floor in my room.  Not that there was much open floor to begin with.
     A corner of my room has been invaded by my overflowing book collection, my blanket never seems to stay on the bed, and a few pounds of clothes have haphazardly strewn themselves over the remaining area.  Luckily, I have a desk for... no wait, the desk is completely useless.  Covered with more cards, awesome speakers, random papers, a seventh grade art project with a broken arm, my uselessly slow laptop, and glasses I haven't used for over four years, it is remarkable that my desk hasn't collapsed. I do my homework downstairs.
     Still, this "crap" isn't meaningless.  The massive amounts of cards are all from decks in my collection.  I get a new deck every family vacation.  My books are amazing.  The awesome speakers are awesome.  My glasses were a necessary part of three years of my life and then a pink eye infested week of eighth grade.  The seventh grade art project is the only art creation I have ever been proud of, not including written or musical art.  The laptop, well, it's had better days, but it used to be the Lego League laptop, and Lego League was ridiculously fun.  I have no idea what most of the papers even mean.
     Overall, my room tells my life story.  Reminders past obsessions are found everywhere.  While a lot of the contents are pointless artifacts now, they all show what I've done.  And what I've done has formed who I am.