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Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

Smitten by the hand of Zeus

So it turns out that I’m happy now. Yup, for the first time in a long time, my life is perfect. Quite naturally, I thought that this would carry over to the rest of the world. Yeah.. About that… On…

Goodie Grab Bag III

(in a debate between two candidates) Candidate #1: … and that is my plan. Any questions? Reporter: Yes, aren’t you a douche? Candidate: No, I am not. Reporter: Let me rephrase that, Is it not true that you are a…

Who the Hell is Pixel Q.???

Everywhere I go, I inspire people to wonder “Just who the hell is he?” or “Who the hell does he think he is??” I blame the middle initial. If I were Pixel A., nobody would take me seriously. “Pixel A.?…

Let’s make a dead philosopher cry

While doing research (clicking links) for my previous post, I ran across several pictures of René Descartes and laughed my ass off. I know, I know, I’m not one to talk, but still. In any case, since nothing I write…

I think, therefore I

So it turns out that of all the things René Descartes came up with (Cartesian geometry, dualism, several whopping good recipes), his most basic principle is also the most hotly contested. Cogito, ergo sum. which, roughly translated, is: I think,…

Numbering comes in quite handy

It turns out Roommate #4 objects to her name. Ha ha. It’s funny, really, because she’s the reason I started numbering them. She would never be around and I would be like, “hey, where’s the fourth roommate?” But she doesn’t…

Uni: The Game

As a Level Six Philosopher in a Level Ten Philosophy class (Immanuel Kant was a real pissant..) I realized how much like a Role Playing Game my life was. So much so, in fact, that I decided to make an…