According to a sign that was posted in my apartment building, we’re going to have a fire alarm test this coming Friday.

I’ve always thought about what would happen if there was actually a real fire during the time the fire alarms were being tested, and because the sign says not to call the police (which, I’m assuming they meant to say the fire department), there would be no help arriving and the fire would go out of control.

In my curiosity, I decided to do a bit of research to find out what the chances were of that actually happening.

According to the United States Bureau of the Census, there is a projection of approximately 116,000,000 households in the United States as of 2012. According to the Emergency Preparedness Innovations Cor­poration, there are approximately 2,000,000 house fires reported each year. (Of course, not all of these two million fires are going to be harmful enough to injure someone, but there is an assumption that a re­ported fire was significant enough that it either required professional aid to extinguish, or it caused property damage that required a police report for insurance claims.)

According to this data, there is about a 1.7% chance that there will be a house fire in your place of residence in the next year.

That’s good to know, but that doesn’t really help us much for our question because the fire alarm testing is not going to last the entire year, but rather, about 10 minutes, or one-sixth of an hour. To bring the 1.7% chance per year down to scale, we’re going to divide that by 365.25 to see what the chance is of having a house fire at your place of residence on any particular day – that computation comes out to 0.00472%.

Breaking that down even further, because there are 24 hours in one day, we are going to divide 0.00472% by 24 to see what the probability of having a house fire in a one-hour time period is – that computation comes out to 0.000197%. And finally, to see what the probability of having a house fire in a given 10-minute period is, we’re going to divide our value once more by 6 to get one-sixth of an hour.

After all these computations, we can conclude that the probability of a real fire occurring during a fire alarm testing period is 0.0000328%. Finally, we’re going to divide 100% by 0.0000328% to see how many times our probability fits into 100%. This means that you would expect to see a real fire during fire alarm testing approximately once every 3,050,568 tests.

Taking this one last step further, as of 2009, the life expectancy in the United States was 79.1 years. That’s equal to 28,891.275 days, 693,390.6 hours, or 41,603,436 minutes. When we divide the number of minutes by the number of tests required to see a real fire during a test, we get about 13.64. That means that for an average person to see a real fire during a test in their life time, they would have to be at a fire alarm testing about once every 13 minutes and 38 seconds.

Fortunately, fire alarm testing tends to only happen once every few months.

It hasn’t been much of an eventful week, except for WAKING UP AND RANDOMLY SEEING A MASSIVE HOLE IN MY PAJAMA PANTS.

No, I have absolutely no idea how that happened. I must have gotten in a fight with myself in my dream or something, and decided that the best way to defeat myself was to rip a hole in my pants.

This past Wednesday, I went into a basketball stadium to represent the Badger Herald at the student organization fair. We’re technically not a student organization, but apparently we get a spot at the fair anyway because we’re some sort of sponsor.

I tweeted from the student org fair from the Badger Herald’s Twitter account. In case you missed it (which, chances are, you probably did, as I’m assuming not many people who read my blog are nec­es­sar­ily fans of my workplace), I embedded it below:

Come visit us at the student org fair! We’re at table #7. twitpic.com/8heyyk

— The Badger Herald (@BadgerHerald) February 9, 2012

The two individuals pictured are two of my co-workers.

Later that week (and earlier today), my workplace had a small gathering and provided free pizza. They were monstrously large slices (don’t be fooled by the photograph below, that slice was about 60% finished). If you know me, you know that I love free food. I had four jumbo slices of pizza and was working on my fifth when I realized that my stomach isn’t big enough to fit all that food.

I’ve had some pretty interesting things happen to me in the past week, and I was fortunately able to capture each moment in a tweet. Everything interesting that I would have put in my blog was already tweeted, so instead, I decided to do a tweet commentary this week.

People have way too much time on their hands these days. twitpic.com/8diam9

— Adam (@Parkzer) January 30, 2012

This is the text contained in the image, taken from a YouTube comment:

“Hi, I know most of you won’t read this, but to the few of you who do, thank you. All my life I’ve wanted to be a turtle. I just feel like I was supposed to be born one. I’ve started wearing a cardboard shell around my waist and eating only small pieces of lettuce. I’ve also been living in my bathtub. But it just isn’t enough. For ever[y] “like,” my parents will give me one dollar to go towards turtle reassignment surgery. They don’t believe in me, but I know you do. Thanks so much for helping me.”

Why do people do this? Why can’t they go do their homework or read a book or something?

Overheard on the bus: “It was crazy, he had to get his arm cut off for like two weeks.”

— Adam (@Parkzer) January 31, 2012

Only two weeks. That’s not bad.

“Like every Mexican restaurant is named ‘Taco’s el something’” “… I have never heard of a Mexican restaurant owned by someone named Taco”

— Adam (@Parkzer) February 2, 2012

This one was said by my good buddy Garrett Royce, who you might know if you’ve been around for a long time. Yes, he’s still alive.

Of course, for those of you who don’t get it, Taco’s el something implies that Taco owns el something. El means "the" in Spanish. I think it was a little bit of a Spanish mix-up by Garrett.

I just saw someone carefully take a picture of a dead tree from about five different angles…

— Adam (@Parkzer) February 3, 2012

I saw this on my way back from McDonalds. There was literally somone outside in the dark with a cam­era standing in front of a dead tree. She picked up her camera, took a picture of the dead tree in the middle of the night, the stepped to her left a few paces. She took another shot. She stepped to her left a few more paces, and took another shot.

This went on for several seconds before she looked down at her camera, then walked away in satis­faction.

I love watching people try to parallel park in spaces that are half the length of their car

— Adam (@Parkzer) February 3, 2012

I have a feeling I actually already tweeted this before, but I noticed it again yesterday. I just don’t un­derstand why people try to parallel park their car in a tiny space that is clearly half the size of their car.

Even if they didn’t notice it at first, I’m sure they would notice it after they back up into the space, al­most hit the car behind them, then notice that less than half of their car is actually in the space.

But nope, they keep on trying. They pull out of the parking spot, put their car back in reverse, and keep trying.

I’ve never actually had enough time to watch one of these parkers for longer than several seconds because I usually see this when I’m on my way to class, but the next time I see this happen and I’m headed back home or something, I’m probably going to have a seat on the sidewalk and keep watching to see how long it takes for them to realize that their car just doesn’t fit.

A kind soul just pointed at the ground and said to me, “Watch out, black ice!” … We were inside and she was pointing at a rug

— Adam (@Parkzer) February 5, 2012

I was actually very happy that someone pointed out to me that there was black ice on the ground. It made me get a little bit more hope in humanity because it reminded me that there are still some nice people out in the world.

Then I realized that I was being trolled in my own apartment building, and that the person was pointing at a rug and said that there was black ice.

I usually don’t have this many interesting tweets in one day, but I usually try to tweet something funny or interesting at least once every one or two days, so feel free to follow me by clicking on the Follow button on any of the embedded tweets above.

I am officially done with the first week of classes for the 2012 spring semester.

This past Monday was probably one of the strangest days I’ve had in a while. Seeing as it had been over a month since I had last gone to classes, I somehow forgot where the Sewell Social Sciences Building was, and accidentally went the wrong way out of my apartment. After walking an extra seven un­necessary blocks, I finally made it to my 9:55 AM class, Methods of Sociological Inquiry.

My sociological methods class meets three times a week. I actually transferred into this section at the last minute from a different sociological methods section because the other section had an instructor I had previously, and I knew that instructor to be a bit disorganized, uncohesive, and monotone. The in­structor for my new section (in which I’m enrolled now) had a familiar-sounding name, and I realized that was because he was a teaching assistant for a different legal studies class that I took last aca­demic year.

The class seems a bit odd, and I’m not quite sure how to think of it yet. The in­structor seems like a good person, and appears to be relatively young. A majority of the final grade is composed of group projects, which usually doesn’t turn out too well for me because I tend to work better independently than I do collaboratively, but it does have the advantage of not having to be too concerned about exams.

After sociological methods, I went to Introduction to Social Psychology, a few doors down. Not being that far of a walk, I arrived in class extremely early into a sizzling hot lecture hall (which, after this entire week, still feels like a furnace). Several minutes later, more and more people filed into the hall; one person came into the lecture hall and sat to my left. Apparently she thought it would be an ex­cel­lent idea to keep on whipping her hair at me and hitting me in the face.

After a few times, I asked her, “Is that necessary?” She replied, “oh my God, I’m so sorry!” and stopped.

After two minutes, the hair whipping resumed.

The topic of social psychology interests me a lot and this is probably one of my most anticipated courses, but I’m slightly concerned about the instructor. He has an extremely strict no-electronics policy, which is fine be­cause he distributes print-outs of his Powerpoints on which we can take notes, but it creates a more tense and uncomfortable environment knowing that the instructor prefers to run his class in a stricter and more authoritarian manner. Based off the three lectures from this week, he also doesn’t really seem like someone who has high-action lectures. He is relatively older than most other instructors, which works as justification for not being as action-packed, but it seems as if he doesn’t sufficiently energize himself and his students during lecture.

After my first two classes of the day, I went back to my apartment to buy some Jimmy John’s for lunch. After finishing my sandwich, I went to the bus stop to get a ride back to main campus.

But the bus driver thought it would be an excellent idea to skip the stop at which I was waiting.

This time, I didn’t have a chance to ask “Is that necessary?”

I walked my way up a monster hill of a street we like to call Charter Street and made it to my next class, the discussion portion of my social psychology course. This discussion meets once a week, and it wasn’t eventful enough for me to get a good impression about what it is going to be like and how the teaching assistant is.

The following day, on Tuesday, I woke up at 8:00 AM, took a shower, ate some waffles, and went to my first class, Alcohol and Other Drug Abuse. Before the idea comes into your mind, no, I am not taking this course because I need help dealing with a drug problem; this is a required course for the criminal justice minor.

The ridiculous thing about this course is that it’s in the Biochemistry building. I found out later on in the week that one of my friends is taking an Atmospheric and Oceanic Studies course in the Psychology building. I still don’t understand why they’re taking random students and random classes and randomly putting them in the Psychology building and overflooding it, then not having enough space for actual psychology students and throwing them in the Biochemistry building on the other side of campus.

A few hours later, I went to my fourth and final actual class (more on “actual class” later), Psychology of Child Development. The instructor of this course seems to always be really excited, and it was apparent even though she was really sick and lost her voice. One thing that I’m disappointed about in this course is the instructor’s illogical focus on class participation. There are over 200 students in the lecture hall, and the instructor seems adamant about having all of us speak during lecture multiple times throughout the school year. Class participation is great for discussion sections where there are 20 people per classroom, but I don’t think this is going to work out very well for the class of over 200 stu­dents.

This schedule basically repeated until Friday, when I had my Music in Performance class for the second semester in a row, the one-credit repeatable humanities class that’s nicknamed “clap for credit.” If you don’t remember from me explaining it last semester, this class is basically where you go into a concert hall, listen to music for 50 minutes, clap, take an extremely easy final exam at the end of the year, and get a credit. This is my second repetition of this course, and I’ll be taking it again next semester so it will essentially take up three credits of humanities and I won’t have to take an actual real humanities class where you have to do real work.

That’s going to be all for today; thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday today, and I’ll see you in a few days.

In an attempt to make my blog posts better quality, I inadvertently made them extremely long and text heavy for the past several days. So, I decided to do a small photo dump from the past few weeks to change things up.

This first picture was taken on January 6 while my mom and I were driving to our family business to open. We saw a spherical rainbow in the sky, so I tried to take a picture of it, but the camera on my iPod Touch wasn’t good enough to pick up the subtle colors.

My mom told me to keep on trying because she insisted that it would eventually work.

So here’s my proof to my mom. It didn’t work.

Later that day, I met up with Ed Lam to go to lunch. After we were done eating, we went back to his house, then walked over to a near-by nature reserve. The only problem is, the previous day during tae kwon do training, I accidentally kicked someone’s elbow while sparring and had a severe limp. Ed thought this was hilarious and stayed behind me so he could make fun of my walking.

We filmed some footage for a video, but we didn’t have enough interesting content, so I ended up not making a video and just taking stillframes from the footage; the following picture is one of them.

This is Ed doing parkour.

… Actually, this is Ed hopping onto a boulder, jumping one foot into the air, doing a half-spin, and yelling “PARKOUR” as loud as he can while carrying a stick.

This is Ed holding a stick up to my nose so I can look like Pinocchio.

About a week later on January 12, a massive snowstorm swept through our neighborhood. It was the first real snowstorm of the season (which is unusual because there are usually harsh blizzards in De­cember, but December this year was relatively tranquil). This photograph was taken at our family busi­ness; it’s our front parking lot. We didn’t really have that many customers throughout the day, and most of the cars in the parking lot are owned by people who work at or own the businesses in our building.

I ended up spending the night at our business (which is a laundromat, for those who don’t know already) because it wasn’t worth the risk driving 15 miles (24 kilometers) to go home and possibly get into a col­li­sion because of poor road conditions. And no, I did not sleep on the floor or on top of washing ma­chines; we have a couch inside our office.

If you haven’t noticed already, a lot of websites on the Internet, including big ones like Reddit and Wiki­pe­di­a, are participating in a black-out to protest SOPA. Even The Badger Herald, the place where I work, shut down their website for the day.

Ever since information about SOPA and other related bills surfaced, a lot of people have been requesting a blog post with my opinions, seeing as I am a content producer and would be directly affected. When I received my first request back in November, I felt as if I did not know enough about the bills and held off; I still do not think I know enough about them to fully support my opinions, but today still seems like an appropriate day to write about this because of the black-outs.

First of all, we’ll start with the basics in case you have been (insert cliché about living beneath an ob­ject that I can’t remember here) (yes, I am bad at remembering clichés).

The main purpose of these new bills is to stop online piracy. The people who create content are suf­fer­ing because there are many people who do not legally purchase copies of digital media, and instead steal it by downloading it from unauthorized places (a popular example being the Pirate Bay; screenshot of the website shown below) without paying the content creator. The argument of if the content creators are actually suffering or if they already have enough money is another issue about which I do not yet have a well-supported opinion.

The bill seems like something that would be the moral and correct thing to do, and a lot of people, in­cluding myself, agree. However, even those who do not torrent or steal copyrighted content are op­posing the bill because of the methods it proposes to use in order to stop piracy. Instead of doing somewhat of an obvious thing and raiding the servers hosting torrent hubs like the Pirate Bay, they are in­stead targeting websites who link to copyrighted content without consent. For example, if I were to put a link to watch Inception online for free, this law would allow the producers and copyright holders of Inception to alert law enforcement and force my website to be blocked from being accessed.

The real problem arises from user-contributed content. If I put a link to Inception, I deserve to be shut down, but what if one of my readers did? What if comments were enabled on my website (which, at the moment, they are not on most pages), and one of my readers decides to put a link to watch Inception for free online? Regardless of who did it, my website would still be blocked. This puts collaborative web­sites (such as Facebook and YouTube, where the community is the one posting all the content) at great risk because they have millions of users, and some illegal content is prone to be posted somewhere and go unnoticed by moderators.

This discourages people from creating such websites. If this bill was passed before the creation of Facebook or YouTube, there is a chance that these websites might have never been born due to the possibility of the founders fearing that these websites would cause them to get into legal trouble. This stops the advancement of technology and puts a developmental halt on our society.

So overall, the essence of my opinion is that the idea behind SOPA and PIPA are good, but the way in which the bills plan on fulfilling their goals are not.