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Question #87750 posted on 08/27/2016 2:16 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

What MBTI Personality type are you? Do you think it is accurate?



Dear INTP,

In the past, I thought I was an ISTJ. I don't know if I've changed since then or if I've just discovered more things about myself, but now I'm pretty confident I'm an INTJ. I still identifiy with a lot of the things it says for ISTJ, but I relate with more of the INTJ description.

-The Entomophagist


Dear you,

I tend to get INTJ or INFJ. I find that the results vary according to why I'm taking the test and what kind of profile I think other people will like more, so to me, that suggests a level of inaccuracy.

I think the descriptors do an okay job of describing me, but it's not perfect, and most of the stuff I could have told anyone without taking the test in the first place. (I'm an introvert. Glad we figured that out.)



Dear ESFJ,

I take tests like these on a semi-regular basis, but I always get differing results.

My tests always have I _ _ J in their results.  The middle two characteristics fluctuate every now and again, but my most common results are ISTJ and ISFJ.

So apparently Luciana and I are very similar in that regard.

-April Ludgate


Dear you,

I vary between ISTJ and ISFJ. Both have descriptions that can easily be applied to me, so yes, they are reasonably accurate. But neither is perfect in describing my personality, even if combined.




Dear INTerloPer,

This go-around I got ISFP, which I think I've gotten at least once before. On previous tests I know I've also gotten ISFJ, and it's possible that I got INFP at least once because I thought I remembered having the same type as Stephen Colbert

There's so much fluctuation because I don't measure as very strong in any of the four categories; though I typically register as Introverted and Feeling, I don't think I've ever had a percentage higher than the 60's for either one. The other two categories are always so close to 50% that it seems very random as to which one I end up in. 

Generally, I do like to think of myself as a defender or protector of others, so the ISFJ description fits nicely with that. But, as usual, there are parts from other personality descriptions that I feel apply to me and parts from the ISFJ description that don't. For that reason I say it's as accurate as any other personality test I've taken, but I don't put a whole lot of stock into it.

-Frère Rubik


Dear you,

I consistently get INFP-T on this test every time I take it, though I'm usually not very strong on the N part (usually I range anywhere from 51-55% on that one). The strongest attributes are the I and the T (~70-80%) with the last two being in he middle (around 60-65%).

I feel like the descriptor "Mediator" is a good general term as I generally like to avoid or de-escalate conflict as much as possible but certain parts of the description don't feel particularly acurate for me from my own point of view (though maybe someone else would say they fit me pretty well).

I feel like, as Rubik said, this test is as accurate as any other personality test you may find out there. The thing is that the descriptions are pretty broad and among people I've talked to I've heard a general sentiment that some things were right but others didn't match up. This makes it seem like a case of "if you throw a handful of pebbles at a floating ring, odds are a couple of them will land in the ring; whereas throwing a single rock won't necessarily be quite as easy to land it in the ring." It's not necessarily a bad thing, it just means that you're probably not gonna match exactly with their description of your particular personality type. After all, trying to condense 7,000,000,000 people into 16 personalities is not exactly the most realistic idea and your |r2| value for the plot of the results won't actually be that close to 1.

~Dr. Occam


Dear person,

I was an ENFJ on the website you provided, which is the result I always get if I take a Myers Briggs test. I felt like it did a good job of describing my general philosophy of life and relationships even though it got some personality traits wrong. 



Dear Person,

I've done several 16 personalities quizzes as part of career placement tests (MBTI and so on), and I've found that they always put me, without variation, as an ISTJ.

- Haleakalā

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Question #87748 posted on 08/27/2016 10:29 a.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

I was reading the book of Ether, where Mahonri Moriancumr speaks to Christ. Christ says he created man, in His image (or something to that effect). Now I;m confused: didn't God the Father create us? What role did Christ have in the creation of mankind?

Just looking for some spiritual insight here.

--[Insert Book of Mormon Character Here]


Dear person,

Since Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are "one in purpose," Christ is able to also be called "God the Father" without infringing upon Heavenly Father.  Christ is also considered the Father of our souls since he saved all of us through The Atonement. Therefore, "Father" is an apt name for both of them.

In the Creation, Christ worked under the direction of God.  In my seminary class, we were taught it like this: if everything in creation is a business, that makes God the CEO.  Heavenly Father delegates to others in order to make things happen, because the CEO obviously doesn't want to do everything alone.  But it is His business, so eventually everything gets reported back to the CEO.  If something goes wrong, it is the CEO's responsibility.  If something goes right, it is to the CEO's credit, no matter who actually acted on His behalf.

It makes sense to me, but I understand if that is an odd comparison for others.

-April Ludgate


Dear you,

God the Father did the planning for the creation, or in other words, the spiritual creation (Moses 3:5). Christ carried out the physical creation under the direction of God the Father (Moses 1:33).

Also, Christ can speak as if He is God the Father. Things get really interesting in Moses 1 where Christ appears to Moses and says, "Thou art in the similitude of mine Only Begotten." Christ represents the Father so completely that He can speak as if He is the Father. I think that's pretty cool.


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Question #87747 posted on 08/27/2016 10:28 a.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

I recently read I Do It with the Lights On by Whitney Way Thore. She talks a ton about her best friend Donna and even has pictures of her in the book. So, why has Donna never been featured on Whitney's show, My Big Fat Fabulous Life?

-Christmas Cactus, who is 1,000% not Sage despite what was said


Dear Cici,

It's hard to say. Maybe Donna just doesn't want to be on the show? If I ever run into either of them (Whitney or Donna), I'll be sure to ask, because otherwise it doesn't really seem like there's a way to answer your question.


-Frère Rubik

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Question #87717 posted on 08/27/2016 10:28 a.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

Is it true that North Korea censors the Olympic results for their country. I've seen plenty of jokes about it on the internet but it seems to me to be more of an inbred joke floating around through cyber space.



Dear Curious,

I'm inclined to agree with you. I've seen plenty of pictures supposedly reporting that North Korea claims they get all the gold medals with all the other world powers (the U.S., China, Great Britain) scrabbling for the remaining silver and bronze, but I can't find any information that actually backs this up. Outside of pictures like that, I could only find one news article on the subject, but it didn't seem worth the time to mention here (it was four years old and didn't list many sources). 

That's the problem with a fascist regime like North Korea; they control everything that comes out of their country. Some people who escape might be able to say one or two things, but there's not nearly enough evidence for us to say anything for certain (though if some reader has information that I missed, they should feel free to add it below in the corrections section).

-Frère Rubik

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Question #87651 posted on 08/27/2016 10:27 a.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

Lately I've been consumed with anxiety that horrible things (specific things, but specifics aren't necessarily relevant to the question, nor do I feel inclined to go into detail) are going to happen in my life. How do you stop yourself from worrying about things that may or may not happen and start believing that you can be happy?



Dear Dorothy,

I deal with very mild anxiety, so I don't necessarily feel that I can speak best to your situation. However, since this question has nearly hit 400 hours at the present time (which we apologize profusely for), I have to assume that other writers who are more qualified must be busy with end-of-summer preparations and other things, so I'll give it a go.

First: I don't always feel anxious. When I do, it's usually because I'm stressed, sick, sleep-deprived, or hungry (or, more often, some a combination of two or more). While I'm not about to suggest that anxiety disorder can be completely cured by proper health and nutrition, I do think that taking care of yourself will help you to better manage your anxious thoughts and tendencies.

Second: when I do get stressed and invariably end up calling Mère Rubik about it, she advises me to take a step back and look at what's worrying me. Sometimes it's a legitimate concern, other times it's something small that my anxious tendencies are blowing out of proportion. If it is just anxiety-related panic, it usually helps to just stop all thinking/worrying about the thing and force myself to do something else, even if it's not the most productive. Exercise is great for this, though you could also listen to music or play video games or watch a quick episode of 30 Rock or do whatever else might help you refocus and calm down. Anxiety feeds off of itself, so often the only way to stop the cycle of worrying thoughts is to just switch gears completely.

Third: your last point ("How do you ... start believing that you can be happy?") actually hits home quite a bit, since it's something that I was just worrying over last night (and, I'll point out, I did not eat a lot and was a bit low on sleep for all of yesterday, so that amplified it). For one thing, summer vacation is drawing to a close, and I never like to think about that. For another, every year I get into a bit of a funk when I consider going back to classes because it means facing another semester of challenging physics classes with no clue if or when I'll actually be putting them to use. It seems like every year I tell myself that some interesting career will make itself manifest from my major, but that never really seems to happen, so moving forward can seem like a lot of effort for little reward. 

What helped me last night was to think of all of the good things that happened last year. No, I didn't get much closer to finding a career, but I did work hard and felt that I proved myself in a lot of areas. I made new friendships and strengthened old ones, and I even had my first serious relationship. I had some extremely difficult times, but those also allowed me to see some astounding miracles and other manifestations of God's love in my life.

I think the first step in being able to have hope is to want it. After you want it, you have to believe that it's possible, and after that you have to try and work to achieve it. Pray for it daily. Unfortunately, it doesn't come instantly, and it often seems like you don't have it until after the times you need it. But again, want it, pray for it, believe in it. Slowly but surely, like a bucket filling with water one drip at a time, it'll come.

Good luck to you! Email me if you need more support in any of this (and sorry again to make you wait so long for a response).

-Frère Rubik

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Question #87749 posted on 08/27/2016 3:40 a.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

I recently got a sunburn, and, as is typical with sunburns, it made my skin peel. This led me to wonder, what did people think about their skin peeling throughout history? Did they think it was bad, like a sign of illness? OR did they see it as a cleansing of sorts?



Dear aloe,

I wasn't able to find anything I really liked online about sunburns in history, but I guess this analysis of sailor and pirate burn treatment is okay.

The first source of burns is probably not what one typically brings to mind when considering burns on a ship, but since sailors worked outdoors most of the day, with the water reflecting the sun back at them, sunburns were an ever present danger. Merchant captain Nathaniel Uring gives what is perhaps the most vivid period account of sunburn. "The Weather begin extream hot, and having no Wind and only my Shirt on, and that leaving my Thighs very often bare, the Heat of the Sun scorching them made me frequently throw Water on them to keep 'em cool, not thinking of the Consequence; but soon after we landed I found them extreamly sore, very red, and blister'd in several Places, which grew very painful."1

This is the only direct period sailor's reference to sun bite which I have found. It can readily be supposed that men who worked on ships quickly acclimated to the sun just as people do today. Unless a sunburn case were particularly problematic, such as what Uring described above, it was probably just a part of the toughening process and so was ignored by most sailors.

In fact, there is even evidence that sunbathing was considered a bit of a recreational activity. In the entry 5 July, 1689 of his journal, Jeremy Roch explains, "Now having nothing else to do, we put our fishing craft awork and caught some fish, which was a little diversion as well as a refreshing to us, while we lay here [in St. Helen's road] acoveing and sun burning."

However, not everyone embraced sun burn quite so willingly and took some precautions against it. Edward Coxere mentions crabs being taken in Newfoundland that were "as broad as sun-hats"3, suggesting the availability and use of sun protectors at this time, even if not directly referencing their use at sea.

The article talks about the Roman physician Galen's treatment of "sunanche", but its use here is erroneous, actually a reference to the inflammation of the muscles of the throat. It has been noted in the article "History of burn care: A survey of important changes in the topical treatment of thermal injuries" that Galen and the Greek Hippocrates did recommend the use of warm vinegar compresses to treat thermal injuries, but I do not know whether or not this extended to sunburns.  

While people historically may not have known the exact process by which UV rays caused sunburns, they certainly understood the connection between getting too much sun and getting sunburnt. Consider how much more often people worked outside (farming, hunting, cutting timber) for their living and their resulting greater awareness of natural phenomena compared to office-dwellers like ourselves. Maybe there was some question as to what exactly the sun was, but there was no wonder about whether or not it burned. Were they superstitious about their blistering? It's hard to say


--Ardilla Feroz 

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Friday, August 26, 2016
Question #87690 posted on 08/26/2016 11:13 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

What does it feel like to have depression? I've been wondering if it's different for every person or if most people experience it the same way. I'd like to be accurate when I'm describing it to people who don't understand.

-Love you


Dear you,

I find it to often feel like a complete lack of motivation and energy . I'll know I need to get out of bed, work on homework, or whatever else I have to do and I just will not be able to make myself do it; even if it's a very simple task. I'll tell myself, all I need to do is sit up, get off the bed, walk 5 steps to the bathroom, undress, and get in the shower. Pretty simple task right? Well, when depression hits, I'll get hung up on that first step of sitting up in bed because even though I know I need to I just don't feel like I have the energy to do so or like there's enough reason to motivate me.

This sucks on its own, but considering I also deal with anxiety (more so, generally, than depression) it becomes awful because my anxiety kicks in with all the awful things that are gonna happen because I can't make myself get out of bed, but instead of motivating me to do the stuff, it just makes me feel 1) awful for feeling so apathetic, and 2) overwhelmed by every single simple thing I need to do. Basically it's like I feel no feelings and all the feelings at once, and if that's a sensation you've never had the singular pleasure of experiencing then I envy you.

As I said though, generally I struggle more with anxiety than depression, so usually I'm dealing more with the "Paralyzed by the thought of everything that needs to be done" aspect of the above and the apathy/lack of motivation and energy thing is less common for me, though it does happen. Other people who have to deal more with depression than I do probably experience it in a somewhat different way because of that difference in severity of the issue.

Dr. Occam


Dear you,

I speak from personal experience, and my answer isn't at all based on science, but I've thought a lot about this recently, and this is the most accurate way I've come up with to describe it.

Depression feels like your brain has lost the ability to process pleasure. Again, I don't speak from a scientific standpoint, because I have no idea what depression causes physically or chemically. But it feels like happiness is no longer possible because you can no longer appreciate pleasure.

Naturally, this affects everything, because you'd be surprised by how much the anticipation of pleasure motivates your actions. You get no pleasure from eating, so what's the point in doing it? Being clean doesn't make you happy, so showering takes way more effort than it's worth. Nothing has the potential to make you happy. So you don't feel the urge to do anything at all. You don't want to read or watch TV or hang out with friends, even if you used to love doing those things, because they no longer hold any pleasure for you.

Like Dr. Occam said, this feels like exhaustion. Nothing feels like it's worth the effort, not going to school or work or even getting out of bed. So you do nothing.

Depression saps your ability to feel pleasure, but it doesn't drain all of your feelings. You can still feel sad, lonely, and a host of other negative emotions. For me, I feel about 50% numb and 50% hopeless. Because there is no happiness to mitigate the negative feelings, they consume you, and you feel worthless and as if you would be better off dead. 

When I'm depressed, I mostly stay in my bed because I don't have the motivation to do anything else. When it's at its worst, I sit in bed and do literally nothing for hours because nothing brings me pleasure, so it's a series of hellish hours devoted to only pondering my own loneliness and feeling as though nothing will ever get better.




Dear you,

Depression does feel different to everyone, but there are often common themes or similarities. Even for myself, depression can feel different depending on the severity, length, or cause of the depressive episode. The following are some of the feelings:

It feels like my brain is shutting down all the feelings to avoid the fact that the only feelings settings seem to be "vaguely defined sense of guilt", "crying", or "indescribable mental pain that has no particular source whatsoever". Unfortunately, this shuts down feelings such as "happiness" "enjoyment" or "caring about basic responsibilities"

It also feels like the air is made out of syrup and my thoughts are made out of goop and every simple task takes way more physical or mental energy than it should. Kind of like how walking upstream against a current is harder than walking through air. I just want to sit down on the ground wherever I am and never move again.

It feels as though everything is my fault and something terrible is going to happen at any given moment.

I feel terrified of bad things happening, because I feel so emotionally weak that I can't handle even the smallest bad thing. But at the same time, I want something to really hurt me, because I want to be able to point to a reason for feeling this way or have my feelings reflected in reality.

I feel terrified of failing, but I want to fail everything so I have no more responsibilities or expectations.

It feels as though focusing on something for longer than 5 seconds is like being asked to hold my hands in boiling water. Even something as simple as a 5-minute youtube clip of my favorite comedian.

It feels either like my brain is spinning too fast to fall asleep, even though I'm too depressed to even have thoughts or care about them, or it feels like I have been awake for 30 hours straight and desperately need sleep, even if I've actually slept for 18 hours. Or a combination, where I feel like I desperately need sleep but I'm wide awake.

It feels either like my stomach is too tightly clenched to accept any food and there's a lump in my throat too big to let me eat anything, or like I just need to keep finding different things to eat, because somewhere out there is the perfect piece of food that will trigger all the endorphins and dopamine and make me happy.

It feels like any period of my life where I haven't felt this way is just a small blip on the radar and the inevitable default brain setting will always be depression. It feels like the effort it takes to get to a happy place is completely disproportionate to how much time I get to spend there. (Even though when I am happy, I recognize that this is completely not true and I actually spend way more time being happy than my depressed-brain is able to remember. When I'm depressed, I usually dismiss this as an illusion from my happy-brain rather than recognizing that my depressed-brain is creating the real illusion).

Doing normally low-stress things like going to work or sitting in a lecture make me feel so anxious that I can't focus and feel like I need to leave, even though literally all I have to do is sit there and do something relatively simple.

Having a conversation with someone, even a short "hi how are you" or casual conversation with someone I know well and like, feels like an impossibly overwhelming and exhausting task.

The blog Hyperbole and a Half also has a good explanation of what depression feels like. Part 1 can be found here, and Part 2 can be found here. As a warning, the blog posts do contain swear words and such.



 Dear Love-dude,

It's pretty fascinating to read how similar yet different all of our experiences with depression are. I, like Dr. Occam, struggle more with anxiety than depression. But often they're a package deal. It's basically your brain going on revolt, but in two entirely different ways.

Anxiety feels like I'm losing control of my whole world. There's this scene from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close where the kid is yelling at the old man and saying how uncontrollable and pointless and confusing and overwhelming and MASSIVE life is. That's how anxiety feels. And depression is usually the result. When I'm just sick of feeling out of control and confused, something snaps. It's like I subconsciously come to this conclusion: if this is causing me so much pain, why do I even care? My brain shuts off the feelings bombarding it and I'm left with this big, empty space of...meaninglessness. The 2nd Part of Hyperbole and a Half captured it pretty well.

An interesting fact I notice about myself now is I crave feeling. Especially sad feelings. It sounds creepy, but I love the feeling of shock and deep hurt. That sounded a lot worse than I thought it would. But I'm wondering if that's why I enjoy watching war movies so much. Maybe I shouldn't say enjoy. I don't know how to explain it. I just crave those deep, profound feelings.

I'm going to quit while I'm ahead here.


The Lone Musketeer

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Question #87675 posted on 08/26/2016 11:12 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

Are Folk Dance Rec Nights still a thing? I've never been but I remember hearing that anyone could go and they'd teach you a dance. Where can I find out more about these?



Dear Dancer,

Yes, they are! I've never been to one either, but I'm pretty sure you just go and learn a dance from a certain culture and then just dance the night away! I asked one of my friends on the folk dance team and she told me the first one will be on September 28th and that they are held approximately every five weeks (weird, I know. I don't know if I've ever heard of anything being done every five weeks). Anyway, she said upcoming Rec Nights would for sure be advertised on the BYU Folk Dance Facebook page, so you might want to like that if you want to be kept in the loop!

Keep dancing!

-the Goose Girl

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Question #87255 posted on 08/26/2016 11:12 p.m.

Dear Lone Musketeer,

Would you please write a history of Strog-Dor? If Strog-Dor is actually a woman, is there romance between her and Trog-Dor?



Dear Dallin,

You're in luck, because tonight on Masterpiece Theatre, we bring you: a tale of love, betrayal...and a whole lot of burninating. Yup, lots of burning stuff.

Read for you by Matt Damon.

Once, there lived a man. No, scratch that. He was a dragon-man. Oh, just kidding, he was actually just a dragon.

Trog-dor could often be found in the local countryside performing controlled forest fire experiments. Except for his bare (and incredibly beefy) arms, his scale-clad bod was completely fireproof, which is how he got the gig. It's not exactly a task required from the rich, brave, or intelligent. All you really need are some ripped biceps.

So here he was, burninating the countryside and the occasional peasant (occasionally they hid in the bushes)...when he saw her. This woman was equally buff, brave, and fireproof as Trog-dor. However, she had the added skills of intellect, wit, good looks, and an incredible capacity for empathy. Incredible. And incredibly believable.

[author's note: if you really want to know what this creature looked like, add some eyelashes to Trog-dor. That should do the trick.]

Dumbfounded by this incredibly attractive, yet independent, woman, Trog-dor walked trance-like to her side and threw herself at her feet. She didn't even break stride in her stiletto heels, but sent a single business card fluttering down from her leather handbag. Trog-dor caught the professionally fragranced bit of card-stock mid-air:


Specializing in Business, Community Involvement, Culture, and Perfect Hair

By Appointment Only

And appointments he made. Every day after burninating the countryside, he'd dutifully go to her doorstep and throw himself at her feet, begging her to love him. But it seemed the idea of living in a three-bedroom house, with main responsibilities of cooking, cleaning, entertaining, and putting up endlessly with the inferior gender, did not appeal to Strog-dor. Imagine the shame invoked by coworkers, friends, and family as she disowned her lucrative and flawless lifestyle for the monotony of married life! That was what was entailed, after all.

In the end, there was no end. Strog-dor continued living the independently idealistic lifestyle only dreamed about by magazine publishers. Trog-dor took up burninating thatched-roof cottages in his spare time. Both continued flexing their beefy arms.


The Lone Musketeer

P.S. This is stereotyping, hyperbole, and absolute lack of creative skill at work. Please, do not disturb.

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Posted on 08/26/2016 1:34 p.m. New Correction on: #87740 In Genesis, we read the infamous story of Joseph and Potiphar's wife. Potiphar's wife (who is ...
Question #87746 posted on 08/26/2016 12:32 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,
May God give you grace, peace and a flowing wisdom in all things!!!

My Question Here.
I ask Jesus Christ for a multitude of Angels under Sabaoth before I go out the door. What do Mormons do, given that Satan is actively corrupting us at all times, as is death. Advise on the best prophylaxis (not for sex, for sanctity).

-My Name Here
Sergieyes, the sinful servant of God, who keeps trying.


Dear you,

We are often counselled by our leaders in the church to pray often, particularly morning and night. I feel like most members do this (or at least try to), and I would assume most members pray for some sort of spiritual or divine aid in staying on the path of righteousness during these prayers. As far as a prophylaxis against sin, along with frequent prayer, we are also counselled to study the scriptures regularly both individually and as a family where possible, and to take Paul's advice to Timothy to be "an example of the believers" in all things (See 1 Timothy 4:12). In doing these things we are able to bring the Holy Spirit into our lives and better avoid sin. However, being human and prone to error, we also strive to be continually repenting of our mistakes and realigning our own will with that of God.

I hope this answers your question, I apologize if I misunderstood you.

~Dr. Occam

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Question #87745 posted on 08/26/2016 12:31 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

I've been in leadership positions in my last few wards over the past seven years and over the last few weeks I've been hit with the realization that I'm not a very effective leader. I get frustrated easily when people aren't doing what they know they should be doing; I find it hard motivating people to do the things that they should be doing... let's just say it's hard for me not to "call people to repentance" instead of figuring out ways to inspire people... how can I get better at this? How can I lead in the way the Savior did? How do you motivate and inspire people in the church or even worldly settings? I'm not a big fan of your usual "7 habits of successful leaders" kinda books, but does the church offer any resources that might be able to help me?

-El Lider


Dear you,

As for Church resources, Handbook 2 is an excellent source of guidance for any leadership calling. A more condensed version of that counsel can be found in the leadership section of the missionary handbook. Also, "Teaching in the Savior's Way" is a fantastic resource. Though if you want to get to the core of things, I highly recommend studying D&C 121:33-46.

In my mind, it comes down to stewardship. The only people with full authority to call us to repentance are in the Godhead. We're given a piece of that authority when it's needed for our calling (leader, teacher, parent, etc.) AND "when moved upon by the Holy Ghost" (D&C 121:43). Calling someone to repentance is right only when we're truly representing God, which is a gift we're here to learn how to use correctly.

It's also important to realize that being a leader isn't about making anyone do anything. Joseph Smith said, "teach them correct principles, and they govern themselves." All we're asked to do is to teach and invite, and the rest is up to their agency. If you're dead-set on getting someone to do a specific thing, you can't lead correctly. I've found that building a loving relationship can do far more than critical words ever could. Get to know them until you deeply respect something about them, something you want to learn yourself. That respect will make a difference in their lives.


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Dear 100 Hour Board,

I am in search of a typewriter available for BYU student usage, ideally on-campus. More specifically, I'm looking to use a typewriter to type up a quote from a book to give to someone. Do you have any idea if there is one on-campus and how I would go about using it?

-Hopeless Romantic


Dear romantica,

Both Zedability and Frère Rubik said they might know of one in the library, so I called around a little bit. BYU Info—bless you, campus operators—told the Media Center in the library used to check out typewriters to students, but that they no longer offered that service.  When I called the Media Center, they informed me they did still have a typewriter students could use within the center itself. The typewriter is electronic, not manual—I hope it will still give you the look and feel you want. The Media Center desk warned me the typewriter had a note on it saying the Chamber of Secrets has been opened the rhythm on the typewriter is a little off, so I'd suggest using some paper you don't really care for at first until you get the hang of what that means.


Watching old sci-fi movies has thoroughly convinced me using old, dusty malfunctioning technology with cryptic handwritten warnings usually leads to some kind of horrible wormhole opening up and sucking the protagonist and their entourage into some mind-tearing parallel universe where either all the supporting characters/nameless goons get killed off by stuff with tentacles (as these goons are whisked yelling away into darkness they are contractually obligated to harmlessly fire a machine gun into all directions), or,  far worse—the protagonist is permanently transported into a terrifying dimension where ice cream doesn't exist, or perhaps taken to a magical land where all soda is the carbonated flavor and consistency of macaroni and cheese. 

Wishing none of these outcomes upon you, I thought it prudent to make one more call on campus to a place I'd only ever seen by flashlight, four years ago: the University Press Building.


Past Ardilla walked carefully through the rows of gleaming machinery. Almost deafening by day, the curious contraptions now lay silent and still in the warehouse's cavernous gloom. What was this place? The keys attached to his waist jingled as he stepped over a discarded box. Industrial rolls of shrink wrap piled on a towering shelf shone green under his flashlight's wandering beam. Old publications lay in half-opened boxes scattered around the end of the largest machine, which stretched nearly the entire length of the warehouse. Though the empty expanse of the room threatened to swallowed the sound of his footsteps, Past Ardilla could make out a distant tapping.

"Okay, you can stop now,"
he said. There was no reply. He was apparently alone.

"You're still doing it,"
he said. But to whomever was he speaking?

"I'm speaking to you, man," he said to no one in particular, since we've already established the room was quite devoid of people and—did I mention?—rather mysterious.

* Past Ardilla let out a long and frustrated sigh —who knows why—as he began to speak anew.

"You. I'm speaking to you."

Me? I'm just narrating this.

"Yes! That's the problem. You think that just because you
did once visit the University Press Building at night, you can make up a whole story about it.

I wasn't making it up. You're there right now, in 2012. I can tell the story if I want. It's pretty cool. There were some machines and shrink wrap. Industrial-sized rolls of shrink wrap.

"The size of the shrink wrap rolls is irrelevant, and just because a story is true doesn't make it interesting."

Wrapping purloined automobiles in locally foraged off-brand Saran is interesting.

"Do you recall me purloining or packaging any cars here?"

Well, no.

"Okay, so why the stalling? Are you writing whatever words come to your head in the misplaced hope someone will dare you to concoct—how did you put it—'soda the carbonated flavor and consistency of macaroni and cheese?' "

Not really, but now that you mention it...


Wait, just hear me out. Now the Mac n' Cheeto has been invented—

"The people of the future didn't actually—Heaven have mercy."

—as I was saying, now those have been invented they need some company and this is the logical next step. Besides, I think I know how to make it.

"You're getting so excited considering whether you could you won't stop to consider if you should."

What? Oh... I see what you're getting at.  An excellent idea, Past Ardilla. When I make the Mac n' Soda, I'll be sure to add little dinosaur garnishes.

"Unbelievable. Look, have you forgotten you've got a question to answer? Have you forgotten our reader?"

No, I didn't forget our reader. I'm just bummed.


When this is done, they're going to leave.

"Well, yah, if they're even still here. I'd hardly blame them for leaving, I'd do it myself were I not stuck in 2012. So what's the sitch? Pray tell, we haven't got all night."

It's a little embarassing.

"Spare me your yapping, whelp. Have I taught you nothing?"

If I recall correctly, wasn't Summer 2012 the semester you managed to fail all—

"Don't make this about me. Spit it out."

Whatever, Past Ardilla. There's nothing you can do to stop me. I can take as long as I want.

"As long as you want? As long as you WANT?"  His patience worn thin, Past Ardilla's expression became one much like a toddler faced with the task of consuming an entire kiddie pool of chocolate pudding: furious determination."That's IT!" he said as he tossed his flashlight to the ground. Defying time, space, and at least three literary conventions (including a particularly bad Margaret Atwood Appreciation Society conference) he clambered through servers and systems. His resolve flagged momentarily as he fought off numerous offers to 'upgrade to Windows 10,' but at last he reached Summer 2016 where he suspected that sniveling Present Ardilla was almost certainly still lollygagging. Yes, there he was. The oaf had stopped writing answers altogether and was watching videos of well-dressed otters.

"YOU!" Past Ardilla shouted and—reaching from the screen—gripped Present Ardilla by the left nostril, who quickly emanated a pitiful screech.

Eiaigheeeeee! Let go! What do you want?

"Why are you making this answer drag on? Spit. It. Out." Present Ardilla looked miserable as he tried to break free of Past Ardilla's expert nostril-hold. Whimpering, he at last began to talk rapidly in mumbling, near incoherent sentences.

Okay, like Past Ardilla I'm sorry for taking so long it's just that this reader here seemed really cool and I thought it was so classy that they actually wanted to write someone a letter with a typewriter and I was a little sad and jealous I wasn't typewriter pen-pal buddies with this person and I think it would be cool to correspond with someone like that—

Past Ardilla interrupted him for a moment "Sorry bro, but I'm pretty darn sure this person has already specified they have someone they fancy to whom any and all sweet old-school correspondence is already destined."

right I get that but maybe if I like made this answer longer they'd for some inexplicable reason decide they'd also send me some cool correspondence let's ask them now hey reader guess what I have this great idea would you like to send me a

An untidy wad of crumpled-up paper unceremoniously shoved into his mouth abruptly muffled his words, for Past Ardilla had had enough. While he hardly doubted Present Ardilla's sincerity, he was sadly certain of his lunacy. And right now there was a reader who'd patiently been waiting more than 100 hours to get a response, and they were going to get it. "Legilimens!" he said firmly as he conducted a quick search of Present Ardilla's mind. It didn't take long to find the information, the only other info there being the beginnings of a petition suggesting otters be officially named the world's sharpest animal dressers. Just as he prepared to share the secret of the typewriter, Present Ardilla managed to spew out his paper gag.

Okay, okay, Past Ardilla, if someone's going to tell them it's going to be me.


Dear reader: The University Press Building on University Parkway (just south of the MTC) does in fact have a typewriter (with no rhythm problems) you can use in their Graphic Design department, which I'm told is easiest to access on the east side of the building. Room 218, I think. Once you find them, simply walk in and request politely at the front desk to use the typewriter they maintain in a back room for special projects. They said calling ahead to use it wasn't necessary since it isn't used a whole lot. I don't know if it's a manual or electric typewriter, but either should give you the look you want. I wish you well in your really classy-sounding romantic endeavors and further add that if for some reason things don't pan out and you'd prefer to correspond with someone else, perhaps even—

"The answer, man," growled Past Ardilla dangerously.

uh, orphans in Kyrgyzstan like you should totally go for it. As a side note, I've always fancied myself an orphan at heart from a former Soviet bloc country—


but anyways yeah good luck and stuff, that sounds like fun. 

"Much better,"

said Past Ardilla as he slowly relinquished his hold on the Present (and Present Ardilla's left nostril, fading back into a cute but mistaken assumption in 2012 that this was the semester Pas Ardilla would finally pass College Algebra.

"Wait, what?" 

Ha ha, what?



--Past and Present Ardillas Feroz with a guest appearance by late-night delirium  

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