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.

Earlier this week, YouTube published a blog post outlining some updates they were intending to publish on­to their website.

http://youtubecreator.blogspot.com/2012/01/upcoming-improvements-to-accuracy-of.html

If you don’t want to read the entire blog post, the main idea of the update is to update subscriber counts so inactive and invalid accounts are no longer included in the tally of subscribers. For example, if someone has 100 subscribers, but 10 of those people deleted their accounts and another 10 of those people no longer use YouTube and have not signed in to YouTube for a long time, this individual’s sub­scriber count would fall from 100 to 80.

Seeing as I have a moderately strong and relatively historical presence on YouTube, some of my friends, readers, and subscribers have suggested that I write a blog post about this new update expressing my opinions.

First, I think it is important to look past what YouTube wrote in their blog post and take a look at their in­ten­tions, then consider the people who are opposing this change and look at their intentions as well.

I think YouTube’s intention for this update is pretty obvious – they want to make sure the subscriber count is a reliable measurement of a channel’s success, and want to avoid people abusing the sub­scription system and inflating it using methods that breach the terms of service. For the naïve who do not know already, yes, there are people who pay professional companies to increase their subscriber counts so it appears like they have more subscribers than they really do. As of today, searching for “buy YouTube subscribers” on Google yields about 63,600,000 (63.6 million) results; some of the results show com­panies that sell subscribers for as little as 10¢ each.

Just from this information, it seems like the only people who would oppose this update would be people who have used malicious methods to increase their subscriber count; if the updates rolled out, all their fake subscribers would be removed and they would be back on square one. However, people who have le­git­imately earned all of their subscribers are opposing this as well. The main justification they have is that removing inactive or deleted accounts essentially means they are removing old success. The sub­scribers that they earned a long time ago would not transfer over, and video makers want their success to be a cumulative measure of the things they did in the past as well as current success in the present.

It seemed as if YouTube actually listened to the opinions of the video makers and decided to reconsider their decision. A day after they initially released the blog post, they posted an update saying that they would postpone rolling out the changes of removing inactive and deleted accounts from subscription counts, but they said they would still roll out a system that would prevent people from continuing to abuse the subscription system.

Oddly, even though they said they would not cut subscription counts, it happened anyway. Someone I know who recently reached the 100,000 subscriber milestone fell back down to 99,000. The second most subscribed channel on YouTube supposedly lost hundreds of thousands of subscribers (but they were past the 5 million mark, so it wasn’t too drastic). I lost about 80 subscribers – I was at about 3200 on the 11th, but fell down to the low 3100s on the 12th.

My opinion about this whole issue is of support. It has always pained me when people who make terrible videos become moderately well-known (and sometimes even make money off of their videos) because they use methods that break the terms of service. For example, someone can buy thousands of views for their videos from a professional company. If they enable pre-roll advertisements on their videos, the amount of money they make off of those advertisements from the thousands of views far exceeds the a­mount of money they need to spend purchasing the thousands of views in the first place. Once adver­tisers figure out that there are fake people watching their advertisements, they are not going to want to advertise on YouTube anymore, which then negatively affects those who are using YouTube properly to make money, as they will not have enough well-paying advertisements to show on their videos.

One thing that I do think is a down side to this update is the shock value it will give to people who lose subscribers. For me, it was not much of a deal, because most of my subscribers were real and I only lost about 80. However, sometimes, people with more fragile emotions might be discouraged if they notice that they dropped below a milestone (such as the example above of a YouTuber dropping below 100,000) and lose the motivation and drive for continuing production.

Thus, I think a way to mitigate this is to have a subscriber count freeze rather than updating the public subscriber count. For example, if someone had 110,000 subscribers but dropped down to 99,000 real sub­scribers, their public subscriber count would show 110,000 subscribers and freeze at that number un­til their real subscriber count made it back up to 110,000. Only then would it start to increase again. This would be primarily beneficial for people who have been targets of subscriber count inflation by their fans – they had no intention to break the terms of service, but were victimized anyway because of others outside their control.

I think that popularity on YouTube has always been a hot and volatile topic, and I’m interested to see how this ends up within the next few days and weeks.

Sometime this past week, my parents went to an electronics store and purchased a Bluetooth earbud. The earbud cost a little bit over $20, but there was a $20 rebate, so it was almost free except for tax and the gasoline required to drive to the store.

Normally, when you purchase a product that has a corresponding rebate, you receive the rebate form so you can fill it out and mail it to the manufacturer. Oddly, for this rebate, we had to go to the store’s web­site and print the form ourselves.

When I went to print the rebate form, I noticed that it was a PDF with a huge picture of the earbud and a red background. The form only had about four lines for a name, address, and phone number, but the in­structions said that the information must be filled out on the original rebate form (which was the PDF I was looking at).

If you haven’t noticed the problem already, in order to claim this $20 rebate, I would have to waste tons of printer ink by printing out this unnecessarily colorful piece of paper. The worst part is, I have an ink jet printer at home, and not a roller or a toner printer, which means, if I were to print this rebate form at home, I would end up with a sheet of paper drenched and dripping wet with ink.

Being the resourceful person I am, I realized that if I were to instead take this PDF file to the local public li­brary, I could print it for 10¢ and not waste any ink at home. So, I downloaded the PDF file, emailed it to myself, and drove a few kilometers over to the library.

You think my troubles are coming to an end? I’m actually just getting started.

Upon entering the public library (which was recently remodeled in a way such that half the library now looks brand new while half the library still looks ancient), I navigated my way over to the row of com­put­ers. I moved the mouse around a little bit, but couldn’t get it to unlock, and got a message that I had to make a reservation first. Not knowing where to make a reservation, I went over to the adult services desk to ask for help.

I stood in line behind an old woman who was apparently having trouble with every aspect of her life at the same time and needed three people to help her at once. After waiting about five minutes, another library employee came over to me and offered to help.

She led me over to a random computer with no keyboard and told me to scan my library card to make a reservation. I asked her why they had a reservation system in place when they could just have people type in their library card numbers directly into the computer they wished to use, and she replied that the library gets extremely busy and they need to use the reservation system to keep the system running smoothly.

I looked over to the computers; there were about 12 computers total, and only four of them were in use. It was the evening of a weekday when you would expect it to be most busy, yet two-thirds of the computers were empty. I looked back at the library employee who was helping me, and she appeared to make a conscious effort to ignore the fact that a reservation system was completely unnecessary.

As expected, my reservation time started right away. The ridiculous part was that instead of placing me on a computer where I wouldn’t have to sit next to anybody so I could have my own personal space, it assigned me to a computer in between a large old man and an aisle everyone had to pass to get to the non-fiction section of the library.

After frustratingly making my way over to my assigned computer and opening up an Internet browser as the old man next to me watched in curiosity, I logged in to my email to open up the PDF file so I could print it and get out of the library as soon as possible. Logging in itself took about two minutes because the Internet was so slow; on top of that, I have two-step authentication in case someone hacks my password, so I had an extra page to go through.

After finally opening up the email, I went to download the PDF.

File size: 0.8 MB. Time remaining: 9 minutes.

The download speed was fluctuating between 1 and 2 KB/s.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with file sizes and Internet download speeds, let me put this simply for you: THAT IS A HUGE FILE FOR A ONE-PAGE PDF, AND THIS INTERNET IS SLOWER THAN DIAL-UP FROM TEN YEARS AGO.

After patiently staring at the computer monitor for nine minutes while the old man to my left and about a hundred passerbys to my right glanced at what I was doing, the PDF file finally finished downloading and I successfully opened it. I sent the print job to the printer that corresponded with what I thought was the printer near the adult service desk, locked my computer, and went over to pick up my document.

I inserted 10¢ into the printer and waited.

Nothing happened.

As if the reservation system wasn’t complex enough, the library thought it would also be a good idea to make it such that if you want to print something, you have to enable the printing job from another separate computer (again with no keyboard) before it begins to process.

After about 20 minutes, I finally got my one page printed and I walked out of the library.

I don’t know why people think it’s a great idea to make things eight times harder than they should be.