Remember Andrew? Well he has an interesting childhood too.
Andrew's father was the richest person of his time and everyday Andrew's father would give him money: always enough to feed himself with and save a little with to buy monthly costs. But not only did the money fufill his routine needs, there was also always a small portion that Andrew didn't need. So Andrew saw that there were other children without fathers as rich as his so he used this last little bit to help out people around him. Now Andrew had many brothers and sisters and, at first, they all followed Andrew's example and their town flourished with abundance because of Andrew's family's generosity.
One day, Andrew's father went out on a business trip. Before he left he showed his wife where he kept the fortune and gave her careful instructions as to how to portion it out to their children. Then he said goodbye to his family and left.
At first, his wife was just as warm and generous as he and the town continued to prosper. But one day as she looked at her meager attire and her modest decor she thought to herself, "I am the wife of the richest man in the world: I should look better than this."
And so she began to give less money to her children and began saving up for silk curtains on the windows, new paint for the walls, new dresses to wear in public and new cars and new everything. Everything was glamorous and everything shined in the bright sun. Soon she thought to herself, "If I look this glamorous and my children look like beggars on the street, what will people think of me?" and she began demanding that her children buy the nicest clothes and keep in with the latest fashions. Soon her children realised that with their mother giving her less each day and them having to spend what they did get on expensive clothes, they would have to get jobs to support themselves, which they did.
Except Andrew. Andrew refused to buy nicer clothes with his money and instead gave the same amount he always gave to the people around him and used what was left to squeeze a living out. He was eating barely anything at all when his mother called to him one day, "Andrew, you look terrible," she said.
"I haven't much to eat these days," he replied.
"Well, my dear boy," his mother said, "you'd do well to get yourself a job. You will need one when you are out on your own. I can't keep you in this house any longer. You are bringing down the image I am trying to maintain. As wife of the richest man in the world, I can't have a dirty child living in my house. Goodbye."
And with that he was out on the streets.
And, within a few weeks, he was in the sorry state you met him in.
Friday, November 04, 2005
I am leaking all over
You know, I've never had a single pill that helps with my sinus allergies. But that's ok, I don't like taking pills anyway.
It has nothing to do with the horse-chokingly large pills or the "dead person" flavor*.
It's more the medieval-person-in-the-modern-world-"Dear-Lord-what-are-these-rolling-iron-beasts-and-magical-boxes-with-people-in-them?!" thing.
Anyway, due to my lack of proper medication, my sinuses are, as usual, commiting their year- wait, monthly suicide. Maybe the intermitant peace I get is when they've succeeded in snuffing it (no pun intended) and my body is regenerating new "snot pockets" (a pocket of snot, good to go!).
Damn my sinuses. Damn them so hard.
*Cemetary Fresh! One of three new flavors! Try out: "Cat Bladder" and "Laundry Detergent" Available today!!
It has nothing to do with the horse-chokingly large pills or the "dead person" flavor*.
It's more the medieval-person-in-the-modern-world-"Dear-Lord-what-are-these-rolling-iron-beasts-and-magical-boxes-with-people-in-them?!" thing.
Anyway, due to my lack of proper medication, my sinuses are, as usual, commiting their year- wait, monthly suicide. Maybe the intermitant peace I get is when they've succeeded in snuffing it (no pun intended) and my body is regenerating new "snot pockets" (a pocket of snot, good to go!).
Damn my sinuses. Damn them so hard.
*Cemetary Fresh! One of three new flavors! Try out: "Cat Bladder" and "Laundry Detergent" Available today!!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
too much expense
Is it wrong of me to think the "online disaster training module" for Red Cross is laughable and mostly useless?
Honestly, I want to help already, you don't have to set up attacks on my sympathy.
Anyway, so I'm going to see about getting down to New Orleans because I got really annoyed at the idea that I am just lazily comfortable up here and there are a lot of people dying down there.
Also because I was disgusted by a rather rich mall while in "Talbots" seeing trousers for ~$80 and jackets for ~$100 and shirts for ~$50 and by expensive (admittedly tasty) food at a rich restaurant with rich smiling laughing people.
If someone who reads this has good advice about ways to help out down there (as in actually going) they can give some of that info if they so please (hint hint Jessica, I think you would know this kind of thing).
On a side note (I do this too often), money sucks because even when you are just spending it on necessity you will run out eventually.
I enjoy "I Love Huckabees" too much.
Honestly, I want to help already, you don't have to set up attacks on my sympathy.
Anyway, so I'm going to see about getting down to New Orleans because I got really annoyed at the idea that I am just lazily comfortable up here and there are a lot of people dying down there.
Also because I was disgusted by a rather rich mall while in "Talbots" seeing trousers for ~$80 and jackets for ~$100 and shirts for ~$50 and by expensive (admittedly tasty) food at a rich restaurant with rich smiling laughing people.
If someone who reads this has good advice about ways to help out down there (as in actually going) they can give some of that info if they so please (hint hint Jessica, I think you would know this kind of thing).
On a side note (I do this too often), money sucks because even when you are just spending it on necessity you will run out eventually.
I enjoy "I Love Huckabees" too much.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
"It's okay."
It's scary enough when you haven't done anything to necessitate forgiveness. But when you need it from people who don't like you, there's not much hope.
great, now I look real responsible
Damn you Denver.
Damn you and your damn October snow.
You took the only day of the week that I was wanting to really do my best in and destroyed it.
Now I have to feel guilty and hope that I will be forgiven. I'm on a short leash with these people as is, Denver, do you want me to be unaccepted?
You've got some explaining to do.
Anyway, as a side note, I think airports should make their arrival pickup loop as big as possible, like a 15 minute loop, so that when you are waiting to pick someone up you don't go insane from going around it fifty times stuck behind the same 2 mph going sap.
Damn you and your damn October snow.
You took the only day of the week that I was wanting to really do my best in and destroyed it.
Now I have to feel guilty and hope that I will be forgiven. I'm on a short leash with these people as is, Denver, do you want me to be unaccepted?
You've got some explaining to do.
Anyway, as a side note, I think airports should make their arrival pickup loop as big as possible, like a 15 minute loop, so that when you are waiting to pick someone up you don't go insane from going around it fifty times stuck behind the same 2 mph going sap.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Blessings
These past few weeks I've been at my old high school academy, being a general helping hand or helping mind as the need dictates.
9-5 with no pay for using my talents as best I can in a place I love with people I love.
How could I do better?
9-5 with no pay for using my talents as best I can in a place I love with people I love.
How could I do better?
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Creation, Destruction
I don't want half of what I have. But the question is: will I take it with me anyway only so that someone else isn't hurt that I don't use their gift?
Can't we just forgoe our emotional attachment to things? It would make having to pack so much easier.
Can't we just forgoe our emotional attachment to things? It would make having to pack so much easier.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
So there's this guy. Let's call him Andrew. Ok, so he's hungry and in debt and on the streets and looking all mopey when a guy comes up, we'll call him Nathan. So Nathan looks at him and his heart is moved. So he goes out and buys Andrew a fish, gives it to him, and leaves with a word of blessing. Andrew eats it gratefully and is happy for a bit.
But the next day he is hungry again and still in debt. So this time he thinks, Why don't I learn how to fish so I can get fish everyday? So he goes down to the dock and sees a guy walking back from his boat with a bucket full of fish. We'll call him Chandler. So Andrew goes up to him and says, "Can you teach me how to fish?" And Chandler takes a look at him and laughs, "You? Look at your phisique! Your arms are way too weak. But I suppose you could work out or something. What about your pole? Do you even have a pole?"
"Well no but I-"
"No no, that's definately a must. And if you want to catch anything good you had better get a Bassmaster Pro 185. It's probably the best pole out on the market. Anything else just isn't worth using."
Chandler looked him up and down, "Look, it's nice that you want to learn to fish but I just don't think you are made to. You'd do better to learn to pick up people's garbage or do janitorial work or something. I mean, maybe years and years from now you might have enough money."
So Andrew thanked him for being honest and left the dock to go back to where he was sitting because he knew he would never have enough money to get a nice rod or a boat and so he gave up on that idea.
Soon after that a young girl came up to Andrew. We'll call her Wendy.
"I saw you asking that guy: you want to learn to fish?" she said.
"Yea, well I did, but I don't have the money really."
"What? Don't be ridiculous." and so she spent the rest of the day with Andrew crafting a small rod and they went out near the docks and fished and she showed him all the tricks and techniques. And then the next day Wendy came back and fished with Andrew all day again.
And everyday after that in fact.
But the next day he is hungry again and still in debt. So this time he thinks, Why don't I learn how to fish so I can get fish everyday? So he goes down to the dock and sees a guy walking back from his boat with a bucket full of fish. We'll call him Chandler. So Andrew goes up to him and says, "Can you teach me how to fish?" And Chandler takes a look at him and laughs, "You? Look at your phisique! Your arms are way too weak. But I suppose you could work out or something. What about your pole? Do you even have a pole?"
"Well no but I-"
"No no, that's definately a must. And if you want to catch anything good you had better get a Bassmaster Pro 185. It's probably the best pole out on the market. Anything else just isn't worth using."
Chandler looked him up and down, "Look, it's nice that you want to learn to fish but I just don't think you are made to. You'd do better to learn to pick up people's garbage or do janitorial work or something. I mean, maybe years and years from now you might have enough money."
So Andrew thanked him for being honest and left the dock to go back to where he was sitting because he knew he would never have enough money to get a nice rod or a boat and so he gave up on that idea.
Soon after that a young girl came up to Andrew. We'll call her Wendy.
"I saw you asking that guy: you want to learn to fish?" she said.
"Yea, well I did, but I don't have the money really."
"What? Don't be ridiculous." and so she spent the rest of the day with Andrew crafting a small rod and they went out near the docks and fished and she showed him all the tricks and techniques. And then the next day Wendy came back and fished with Andrew all day again.
And everyday after that in fact.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
mind and body
Lately I have been trying to expand my musical library. 6 cds in 2 days? You might say I'm suceeding but it is really only 3 new bands.
Ugh, music is such an issue.
If I ever record stuff I don't think I would feel comfortable asking for money for it because art should be free and why should I be paid for things I love to do?
But I will (albiet grudgingly) pay for cds in the store and don't even like getting them free off file-sharing networks. I do want to support bands but I don't feel like a musician should expect support.
Whatever happened to having practical skills and letting that be your job?
I feel so cheated: no one taught me how to fix things around the house or even how a house works, no one taught me how to garden, no one taught me how to fix a car, no one taught me anything physical.
I have been taught to think and explain and reason and love.
But what am I supposed to do?
Ugh, music is such an issue.
If I ever record stuff I don't think I would feel comfortable asking for money for it because art should be free and why should I be paid for things I love to do?
But I will (albiet grudgingly) pay for cds in the store and don't even like getting them free off file-sharing networks. I do want to support bands but I don't feel like a musician should expect support.
Whatever happened to having practical skills and letting that be your job?
I feel so cheated: no one taught me how to fix things around the house or even how a house works, no one taught me how to garden, no one taught me how to fix a car, no one taught me anything physical.
I have been taught to think and explain and reason and love.
But what am I supposed to do?
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Role call
I'm really not in the mood to post. I am tired, bitter, cranky, and feeling humid and gross right now. So less than anything is my need to post right now. But I am going to inflict myself upon you anyway.
Actually I just want to ask who reads this. So when you read this post either comment in the thing or send me an email if you don't know how to comment. I just am curious to see.
Actually I just want to ask who reads this. So when you read this post either comment in the thing or send me an email if you don't know how to comment. I just am curious to see.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
I am in trouble...
Omigosh my room is halfway decently organized! Freak out immediately!
Now if the charger for my camera would miraculously reappear like...right now on my back as I lay here typing-
*waits*...nothing
-then I could take a picture of it and show your disbelieving eyes the truth! Don't doubt! It only leads to fear. And we know fear leads to anger. And anger leads to hate. And hate....leads to suffering!
So don't doubt me when I say if you had ever seen a room of mine in the past and you saw this one you would either be completely astounded or slightly bemused depending on how you take suprising things. Also, if you had seen my room at Broadview senior year you probably wouldn't be amazed as I think that was my greatest accomplishment at room organizing. Even if I did steal the desk idea from Oscar. I perfected it!!
But this room, aside from lacking a place to put a few random items now on my bed as well as my awesome autographed guitar, it has things neatly (I stress this) put away.
<inside joke>a-............astounding.</inside joke>
Anyway, today I have to get a haircut (blegh) and also enact my devious, daring, and brilliant plan. It will involve money and, I am assuming, paitience. But time and money well spent I believe.
SO after yet another night of little / no sleep, I must be off to busybee about!
bzzzzzzz
Now if the charger for my camera would miraculously reappear like...right now on my back as I lay here typing-
*waits*...nothing
-then I could take a picture of it and show your disbelieving eyes the truth! Don't doubt! It only leads to fear. And we know fear leads to anger. And anger leads to hate. And hate....leads to suffering!
So don't doubt me when I say if you had ever seen a room of mine in the past and you saw this one you would either be completely astounded or slightly bemused depending on how you take suprising things. Also, if you had seen my room at Broadview senior year you probably wouldn't be amazed as I think that was my greatest accomplishment at room organizing. Even if I did steal the desk idea from Oscar. I perfected it!!
But this room, aside from lacking a place to put a few random items now on my bed as well as my awesome autographed guitar, it has things neatly (I stress this) put away.
<inside joke>a-............astounding.</inside joke>
Anyway, today I have to get a haircut (blegh) and also enact my devious, daring, and brilliant plan. It will involve money and, I am assuming, paitience. But time and money well spent I believe.
SO after yet another night of little / no sleep, I must be off to busybee about!
bzzzzzzz
Monday, August 08, 2005
breaking radio silence
My quiet two weeks is nearly at an end! And in the final few moments a few smatterings of contact appear only to further fuel my exitement. I am as giddy as a silly schoolboy. How utterly ridiculous.
Once again I have stayed up the night. But hey, it's mostly because I stayed up the last night and then slept until 5pm. So it doesn't count: I'm on a normal schedule just transposed.
GMT +12.00
My guitar freshly strung, I have written two new songs, complete with words and everything! And I've decided that one of my older songs needs Avi's cello playing to add to the mood. That will take me actually recording the song though and that will be all of infinite days to wait through.
My camera battery still dead, I haven't taken any new pictures. After the trip to Seattle I swear I could have killed anyone who mentioned my lack of camera. Not that anyone ever mentioned me not having a camera, but I'm sure if someone did I would have been pissy with them. Plus you poor readers here at PP don't get to see my latest door sign. I know, I know: your favorite treat.
Speaking of coffee, I could really go for a cup before my eyelids decide to revolt.
No more words
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Once again I have stayed up the night. But hey, it's mostly because I stayed up the last night and then slept until 5pm. So it doesn't count: I'm on a normal schedule just transposed.
GMT +12.00
My guitar freshly strung, I have written two new songs, complete with words and everything! And I've decided that one of my older songs needs Avi's cello playing to add to the mood. That will take me actually recording the song though and that will be all of infinite days to wait through.
My camera battery still dead, I haven't taken any new pictures. After the trip to Seattle I swear I could have killed anyone who mentioned my lack of camera. Not that anyone ever mentioned me not having a camera, but I'm sure if someone did I would have been pissy with them. Plus you poor readers here at PP don't get to see my latest door sign. I know, I know: your favorite treat.
Speaking of coffee, I could really go for a cup before my eyelids decide to revolt.
No more words
/span
Thursday, July 21, 2005
speak up, you, I'm a little hard of hearing
Years of listening to music at full blast and singing along, sometimes playing guitar along loud enough to hear over said music, coupled with the fact that my right ear basically points directly at the hole of the guitar, has finally caught up with me.
Maybe I'm being paranoid and I have a simple ear infection, but those hurt a lot right? What about when your ear just keeps ringing and is muffled?
I thought maybe it was earwax build up or something else but I can't keep fooling myself that I have had earwax build up for the past few months, off and on.
It's ok if I'm right though, I expected it. It's not like I could get away with enjoying music that much.
Maybe I'm being paranoid and I have a simple ear infection, but those hurt a lot right? What about when your ear just keeps ringing and is muffled?
I thought maybe it was earwax build up or something else but I can't keep fooling myself that I have had earwax build up for the past few months, off and on.
It's ok if I'm right though, I expected it. It's not like I could get away with enjoying music that much.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Reluctant Air Travel
As you may notice, I have finally finished reading The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky (if you care to know, it was sad and tragic as well as depressingly plausible to boot).
I did this in the first leg of my sadly obligatory journey back to the non-home of Chicago. Which was unfortunate because it turned out that I had another 6 hour long leg still to go. And Peg ran out of juice after the first hour of that.
Speaking of Peg, while she was still good and running I finally listened to and liked the new Coldplay X&Y. Not that I didn't expect it, it just finally happened. But as to specifically the title track X&Y, I was half asleep and half day-dreamed half night-dreamed that I was in a little plane that flew into a billboard and I fell to the ground as the burning fuselage floated about me, watching some guy scream to his death a little in front of me. All the while the chorus of X&Y playing, somehow eerily appropriate sounding: enough to make me not afraid at all but more completely absorbed with the feeling of it all.
I swear I'm not morbid.
It's not like during my trip to Portland I considered how perfect it would have been if the plane crashed because I was talking with the people to either side of me and had made a lame connection. Psh, what do you take me for? Some sort of...morbid person?
Also, if you've ever been in a plane on the runway while it is bucketing rain outside tell me you weren't extremely concerned for a brief instant as creepy white smoke poured in from the walls and ceiling.
I did this in the first leg of my sadly obligatory journey back to the non-home of Chicago. Which was unfortunate because it turned out that I had another 6 hour long leg still to go. And Peg ran out of juice after the first hour of that.
Speaking of Peg, while she was still good and running I finally listened to and liked the new Coldplay X&Y. Not that I didn't expect it, it just finally happened. But as to specifically the title track X&Y, I was half asleep and half day-dreamed half night-dreamed that I was in a little plane that flew into a billboard and I fell to the ground as the burning fuselage floated about me, watching some guy scream to his death a little in front of me. All the while the chorus of X&Y playing, somehow eerily appropriate sounding: enough to make me not afraid at all but more completely absorbed with the feeling of it all.
I swear I'm not morbid.
It's not like during my trip to Portland I considered how perfect it would have been if the plane crashed because I was talking with the people to either side of me and had made a lame connection. Psh, what do you take me for? Some sort of...morbid person?
Also, if you've ever been in a plane on the runway while it is bucketing rain outside tell me you weren't extremely concerned for a brief instant as creepy white smoke poured in from the walls and ceiling.
Staying up til 7am is the way to go!
Don't you stay up til 7am? Why not? Are you sick?
If you have DSL/Cable/anything not dialup I would highly reccomend seriously considering buying a microphone for your computer and getting rid of your phone. MSN or Skype does the same thing but FOR FREE.
I bet you feel like a sucker now. Having paid for your phone service. Psh, chump.
The next form I have to fill out that asks for my home phone number I am totally going to put in my Skype user name.
If you have DSL/Cable/anything not dialup I would highly reccomend seriously considering buying a microphone for your computer and getting rid of your phone. MSN or Skype does the same thing but FOR FREE.
I bet you feel like a sucker now. Having paid for your phone service. Psh, chump.
The next form I have to fill out that asks for my home phone number I am totally going to put in my Skype user name.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
"I just want to enjoy myself"
- "What do you mean you, 'pass out after 6 beers'?
You're such a girl...
I'm trying to help you see you're wasting your life..."
(see the original writing)
Thursday, June 02, 2005
"What not to say on a first date"
Who honestly needs to be told not to discuss "kink" on the first date? Who would want to all of a sudden leap into a discussion of how eating apricot jelly out of someone's toes totally turns you on...with a stranger at that.
I swear, America is just one big, horny teenager.
(this was in response to an article in a newspaper telling what not to say on a first date)
(see the original writing)
- "Could you pass me the ketchup?"
"Sure thing, hey, speaking of...I know we've only known eachother for like a few hours, but I would love to smear some all over you and slowly lick it off. Kinda gets me off"
I swear, America is just one big, horny teenager.
(this was in response to an article in a newspaper telling what not to say on a first date)
(see the original writing)
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Shine: the weather's fine
Let's all be comfortable in our yards. Get a tan under the sun, but when it gets too hot, pop up the deck umbrella, we'll sit in the shade and read magazines. Drop crumbs from our coffee cake and nurse a cup of "joe". Wipe our lips and lean back in purest bliss.
Let's all think back. How long did it take? Did you go through college? What was your degree? Did you do well? 4.0 average? At least close? Ha.
What was your first job? Did you work hard at it? I bet you did, you're sitting in that garden now, surveying your domain with pride. Pride well earned, friend, pride well earned. Moved up the corporate ladder fast I'll bet! Took off like a streak, took oppurtunities, took the time, took what you saw in front of you.
And now, after how many hard years?, you sit and relax! Don't stop! you've earned it. Time well earned, friend, time well earned.
You've spent 30+ years of your life clawing at monetary and materialistic gain and you've used it all to furnish and decorate and perfect your little kingdom so you can worry no more.
Until someone from outside comes knocking. As long as they don't tread mud on your floor, they're fine. But if so much of a speck of their dirt gets about they had better watch it: you'll release the hounds so fast they won't know what hit them. No lower class belong in your kingdom. The damned lazy bastards. Trying to live off of your hard-earned joy, your hard-earned pride. Have they no shame? Don't they have any drive to succeed? Any-
No, no, forget it. They are out there and of their own doing: sit back in your palace and relax. There you go:
Ahh, forget all those lonely people.
Let's all think back. How long did it take? Did you go through college? What was your degree? Did you do well? 4.0 average? At least close? Ha.
What was your first job? Did you work hard at it? I bet you did, you're sitting in that garden now, surveying your domain with pride. Pride well earned, friend, pride well earned. Moved up the corporate ladder fast I'll bet! Took off like a streak, took oppurtunities, took the time, took what you saw in front of you.
And now, after how many hard years?, you sit and relax! Don't stop! you've earned it. Time well earned, friend, time well earned.
You've spent 30+ years of your life clawing at monetary and materialistic gain and you've used it all to furnish and decorate and perfect your little kingdom so you can worry no more.
Until someone from outside comes knocking. As long as they don't tread mud on your floor, they're fine. But if so much of a speck of their dirt gets about they had better watch it: you'll release the hounds so fast they won't know what hit them. No lower class belong in your kingdom. The damned lazy bastards. Trying to live off of your hard-earned joy, your hard-earned pride. Have they no shame? Don't they have any drive to succeed? Any-
No, no, forget it. They are out there and of their own doing: sit back in your palace and relax. There you go:
Ahh, forget all those lonely people.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Deviously Annoying
Well, I finally have gotten a DeviantART account.
Yep...
I could blab on about how I feel now or what I think about DeviantART so far or something, but I care too much about your poor neurons. There's already Emo on the radio to deal with, you don't need some college kid who just likes taking pictures of stuff writing tomes about his inner feelings or insecurities. If you want that, search through blogger or LiveJournal for a bit; I'm sure something will come up satisfying enough for ya.
I'm supposed to be in bed. "Ah but," you say, "you ARE in bed, Mssr!" (you say Mssr. because you are inevitably French. Or you are trying to sound extra cultured. Kudos). Anyway you say I am already in bed and, shock and suprise!, I am. But I was referring to that state of being that when one is in, one says one is "in bed". I was not being literal, silly you!
You take me too seriously!
...
I have every right to be entirely ridiculous like this: it's 5AM and I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Break! I need a break! Give me a break!
*hums the KitKat theme song*
Yep...
I could blab on about how I feel now or what I think about DeviantART so far or something, but I care too much about your poor neurons. There's already Emo on the radio to deal with, you don't need some college kid who just likes taking pictures of stuff writing tomes about his inner feelings or insecurities. If you want that, search through blogger or LiveJournal for a bit; I'm sure something will come up satisfying enough for ya.
I'm supposed to be in bed. "Ah but," you say, "you ARE in bed, Mssr!" (you say Mssr. because you are inevitably French. Or you are trying to sound extra cultured. Kudos). Anyway you say I am already in bed and, shock and suprise!, I am. But I was referring to that state of being that when one is in, one says one is "in bed". I was not being literal, silly you!
You take me too seriously!
...
I have every right to be entirely ridiculous like this: it's 5AM and I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Break! I need a break! Give me a break!
*hums the KitKat theme song*
Sunday, May 22, 2005
40,000 feet
Once again, my meal arrives first and suffers only in that its cookies are aimed at the more health oriented. Touting "6 Granen-Cereals" and "Al het goede van de volle graankorrel."
So the cookies are from Germany and the pizza; a 4 inch monster consisting of mainly crust with a light touch of sauce; centered and encased in cheese; hails directly from the pizza capitol of the wor- well, at least the USA; Chicago.
But she's lying, it's her "seat-side" manner; I know: pizza like this would be afraid to show it's thick and warmthless face anywhere near the great barons of pizzery in Chicago.
At least they aren't out of Coke yet.
Hit me, I almost fell asleep back there watching the icebergs float by as some pop pianist played Träumerei by Schumann.
I would have been watching "A Day on the Planet" or "In Good Company" but it seems only the Japanese get that honor.
And the most interesting pick would definately have to have been "What the Bleep Do We Know?"
But according to the guiding inflight entertainment magazine, no one gets to watch that. They just like taunting us more intellectual and artistic types with brilliant sounding films before going, "Ha ha! Just Kidding! Instead of a 'part documentary, part story, part elaborate series of special effects...film that blurs the lines between traditional film genres...' here's 'Racing Stripes'! And 'The Notebook'! Woo!...Nah we're just kidding again: here's 'About a Boy', you'll love that."
Don't make me have to open this lost-lunch bag and ruin this post.
Yes, I don't have paper readily available, so I improvise.
Although Miss "Real Chicago Pizza!" probably would have gotten me some had I asked nicely. Oh well.
Dammit, my ice is melting.
(see the original writing)
So the cookies are from Germany and the pizza; a 4 inch monster consisting of mainly crust with a light touch of sauce; centered and encased in cheese; hails directly from the pizza capitol of the wor- well, at least the USA; Chicago.
But she's lying, it's her "seat-side" manner; I know: pizza like this would be afraid to show it's thick and warmthless face anywhere near the great barons of pizzery in Chicago.
At least they aren't out of Coke yet.
Hit me, I almost fell asleep back there watching the icebergs float by as some pop pianist played Träumerei by Schumann.
I would have been watching "A Day on the Planet" or "In Good Company" but it seems only the Japanese get that honor.
And the most interesting pick would definately have to have been "What the Bleep Do We Know?"
But according to the guiding inflight entertainment magazine, no one gets to watch that. They just like taunting us more intellectual and artistic types with brilliant sounding films before going, "Ha ha! Just Kidding! Instead of a 'part documentary, part story, part elaborate series of special effects...film that blurs the lines between traditional film genres...' here's 'Racing Stripes'! And 'The Notebook'! Woo!...Nah we're just kidding again: here's 'About a Boy', you'll love that."
Don't make me have to open this lost-lunch bag and ruin this post.
Yes, I don't have paper readily available, so I improvise.
Although Miss "Real Chicago Pizza!" probably would have gotten me some had I asked nicely. Oh well.
Dammit, my ice is melting.
(see the original writing)
Monday, May 16, 2005
For Sale:
18; male; in the 5 foot range, nearer to 6 than not; nice healthy brown hair but unkempt, long and with a beard; brown eyes; not perfect physical condition, has had some wear and tear, has a small gut, not much arm strength; wears bracelets, a wooden cross necklace, sometimes draws on hand, is going to have a tatoo of a cross on left thumb; can play guitar decently, not as much into actual writing of music but is improving in that; writes poetry, rumblings, thoughts, things; has read many books both classical and modern, is reading many books currently, and has a long list of books still planning to be read, reads quickly but in short bursts (like sprinting), loves to read aloud for people; listens to tons of music, prefers things with some sort of musical quality but if it is exiting and/or entertaining then will probably like it, often sings along to get the full force of the feeling; enjoys talking about nearly everything but will not gossip, discusses things until is not confused by it anymore, loves to help people understand things that he believes he understands, tries to please people within limits, prefers people laughing and happy to grave and serious but can handle it, will be open and social with people he has known for a while but can't be like that with strangers so is instead friendly and curteous, fears insulting people; requires some form of physical comfort but doesn't like to be phsyical with people he does feel something for due to correlations between physicality and love in his mind; believes love is the most important thing, the main focus that all should have; has studied basic comparative religions including Buddhism, Judaism, and Muslim, the Roman Empire and why it fell, has made some conclusions about the transition between the last great empire in the West and current Europe, knows a bit of American history, but none of the previous with enough knowledge to have watertight arguments; focuses on the beauty of things and aesthetics; enjoys nature (long walks on the beach and strolls through the woods); above all requires decent social interaction not only for enjoyment but because talking helps to formulate ideas into language; stays up late and sleeps in 'til noon; for further information contact Aaron Altman at fateduel[at]hotmail.com
There you go, you fucking world, what am I worth to you?
Oh really? That much?
Well guess what. You're too fucking late, I've already been boughten.
You can't have me. I don't fucking care if you want me or not.
So you need to back the fuck off from me because:
I belong to God: to Love
So, so much for your "tempting" calls of money and material riches, I'm not interested. You can shove whatever shit you want in my face but I'm not going to pay attention anymore.
So really, for your own sake, try to forget me.
PS: people who live in this world: don't worry; I wasn't talking to you. I was using a literary technique called personification. Fancy, no?
There you go, you fucking world, what am I worth to you?
Oh really? That much?
Well guess what. You're too fucking late, I've already been boughten.
You can't have me. I don't fucking care if you want me or not.
So you need to back the fuck off from me because:
I belong to God: to Love
So, so much for your "tempting" calls of money and material riches, I'm not interested. You can shove whatever shit you want in my face but I'm not going to pay attention anymore.
So really, for your own sake, try to forget me.
PS: people who live in this world: don't worry; I wasn't talking to you. I was using a literary technique called personification. Fancy, no?
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
$3,525.67
And here I thought I was doing this as a colossal waste of time. I thought I was simply blabbing on and on about nothing.
Random thoughts typed out for anyone's interest.
But no, my blog does not simply sit there doing nothing but possibly make people laugh or think; no longer!
Some clever entreprenuer has realised my blog's vast potential for fake money.
Brilliant.
Random thoughts typed out for anyone's interest.
But no, my blog does not simply sit there doing nothing but possibly make people laugh or think; no longer!
Some clever entreprenuer has realised my blog's vast potential for fake money.
Brilliant.
A junk email I recieved
Suley and me, we don't dig the yoga. I know everybody's all about the yoga tape tended to be the belly dancing ones -- hip circles, rib circles -- so maybe that will be belly butter. Inevitably, you will lick it, and it will be belly butter. Cocoa butter tastes nothing like cocoa or butter, by the end of this. Oh, and I got the video recommended by several of you guys have a favorite? Me (holding up orange paint chip): " evilegg says we should paint Suleiman's room this color." Tad (sarcastically): "Oh, well if evilegg says it, then obviously we should do it right away!" Me: "And wyckhurst agrees." Tad: "Oh! Great! Let's let those two make our decisions from now on! Next thing you know, we'll be living in the car and drive there and get one. Of course, that made Tad all proud because "he's so strong." Yeah, and guess what? On vegetarian food, buddy! Suley demanded protein, so he wasn't as grouchy about being disturbed. He's still obviously the handsomest baby in the day so he wasn't as grouchy about being disturbed. He's still obviously the handsomest baby in the car and drive there and get hush puppies and slaw and a pickle I stole from Bill) and suddenly I realized I *had* to have a Swiss Cake Roll and wondering if it was later in the Star-off Machine with the Sneetches!" I just had a big salad with boiled eggs, two kinds of cheese and creamy dressing. Envy us! We went to Babies R Us and looked around, ascertaining one important fact: tape tended to be supermom. My main motivation is pure stinginess. I hear from kitsch_witch sounded great. Then I fled in terror. Add it to the day. He was moving and squirming but not as aggressively as the 12-week ultrasound, probably because it was later in the day so he and I got into the turn lane and signaled right. And, when I went out today, I had to jump in the Star-off Machine with the Sneetches!" I just had a big salad with boiled eggs, two kinds of cheese and creamy dressing. Envy us! We went to Babies R Us and looked around, ascertaining one important fact: We don't plan to shop at Babies R Us. Why? We don't plan to shop at Babies R Us. Why? We don't know. Weird vibe, high prices, stuff we can't imagine wanting or needing. wardrobe - and it shows However, you can show some restraint. You love good deals. Your love of the clearance rack has paid off... You probably have only maxed out card or two, if at all! Are You a today....but none that we will have John Deere garters on all the time. not much going on. met up with mike in wausau today...we hung out...enjoyed the weather...went and saw Dodgeball. it gets a rating of 'meh' from me. although...it does win the Stanley Cup E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial is the top of the times. after dinner mike and i went to see her face, she would lick her toothless mouth when talkign about the hot guys, rub her hands together excitedly....this poor guy with a new thing he learned in class that we could play bingo at the casino...turns out they have it in the best situations. your last entry was greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. i feel sorry for you and brian found something to do! we'll go out next week or something. jmen i put my foot down. he said you have to work and got a big kids meal with a spiderman toy that looks like a sperm cell. i'm going to talk mike into going to be a duck...mike and i went to the top or something and use it to expand the possibilities of summertime laziness. a man came into osco today, told me that marlon brando died, and then did a really great impression of him... safe_risk made me the money if he was going to blow them up...just keep them as a momento of the US charts Cheers , Family Ties , Silver Spoons , and Fame premiere What Happened the Year You Were Born? More cool things for your blog at Blogthings so i wave back... then i realize it was just hot out and play i think i have funny stories from work i just want to know who did it. ....i mean. i liked it a lot) he gave me a brownie'. and he was cooling off.) speaking of symbolic animals....we spent a good half hour...then a helicopter The 'Garden State' soundtrack. Good stuff - to go get eric from work & look for my house key in our car... argh, another concert missed. i better not miss the mum concert on the floor instead... but i came back to work at 7 in the "your message part that you want to vote for her here just put a valid e-mail and write in the near future. hmmmm... it has been a very long time since i really wanted to get a job so that i can think to say that everyone will be a different amount for anyone who works a shift that is looking for a month without being does anyone know someone that is looking for a place to live in a battle of the bands competition and while her music is good enough to win on it's own, you should be nice and vote for her here just put a valid e-mail and write in the "your message part that you want to vote for her song "king pin", which you can listen to here my car is still undrivable right now. i've been waiting for! 36 minutes of wonderful sounds! now i need to fill it relatively soon. i found this scottish website that does age morphing on photos to predict what people might look like after blah amount of years. they have this sample java appelet & alow you to upload your face & alter it to different looks, like "baby", "afro-carribean", & a few plants for him/her, & maybe a rock or two, make some sort of background for the workload, but i came home & the convention. well, i will be making at least two days before it is due. i would have started it then, but i need to be working from noon to midnight, and then i'll be able to take care of bocca & go to work. What Egyptian Deity are you? go to: the quiz! "You're Amun. Amun was known as the hiding god, sometimes to the lack of responses to my math so that i missed the mice parade concert on the floor instead... but i have fought back nearly all of the hair that once invaded my face. but i do not know how much longer my forces can keep it at bay... on a completly different subject, which some people will not care about, alex has finally completed an entire anime series on dvd. i speak of course of NieA_7, which is wonderful, even though nothing really happens... i also found out/remembered that i share with two others tim & shareef and i'm pretty sure i mispelled his name. well, it's now midnight & i have to purchase an album to make up for it... that's all that goes on at the copyroom, which i'm overjoyed about: "Suffice to say that everyone will be making at least $7/hour or more. The weekend differential will no doubt be very useful and i'll be back to the does anyone know someone that is looking for a month without being broke. night snack and a nick at night cosby show marathon. sadly it seems that japanese is full, i probably won't be able to take care of bocca & go to work. What Egyptian Deity are you? go to: the quiz! "You're Amun. Amun was known as the hiding god, sometimes to the point of being considered invisible. While you might have your talents, you prefer to keep them to yourself. You created yourself, and you remain scared... sort of... i finally got to see the royal tenenbaums! what a wonderful movie. i've got internet access at home... yeehaw. hmmmm... i was about to write about my trip last month to a-kon in dallas, which i found boring and somewhat scary, but that's just about all i can get more. tomorrow i plan on calling to find out about that job as a video editor. *yawn* i am too tired to sew pants... my cat is knocking stuff off my counter space. she is hyper, i am tired, hear me snore. hola, i have fought back nearly all of the hair that once invaded my face. but i might look really strange doing that... i was bored. and now i'm going to drive down to college station to pick up my friend rick & in return i get miyazaki films. this is good. i only
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This delights me in so many ways.
I will give cookies to whoever can decipher it by correctly reorganizing it into coherant thoughts.
(I'm serious)
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This delights me in so many ways.
I will give cookies to whoever can decipher it by correctly reorganizing it into coherant thoughts.
(I'm serious)
Sunday, April 24, 2005
all is fair
I have realised recently that I don't breathe right. I take tiny, bated breaths and wait for my brain to hurt from lack of oxygen before my instinctual survival programming kicks in and I take heavy and deep sighs to compensate. My chest's pressure goes down too low and it hurts. The cage will lose its structural integrity and collapse in on itself, crushing my poor heart in the process. And the blood will never stop flowing.
I heard you had a sense of humor, but it's not funny God, stop laughing.
I heard you had a sense of humor, but it's not funny God, stop laughing.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
>.<
there is no silence says:
congragulate me i finally managed to get myself to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
there is no silence says:
and, fancy that, it makes 3rd on my prestigious list of favorite movies
there is no silence says:
Im actually tempted to move it higher on the list, bumping Amelie and even High Fidelity down but thats such a shocking and dramatic response that it makes me uneasy so i'll leave it at the much more reasonable "3rd place"
there is no silence says:
but yea...it was good...
there is no silence says:
haunting is my one word to describe it
there is no silence says:
for about an hour afterward my mind was so blank and shocked and...i dont quite know how to describe it, but anyway, it was so whatever it was that i went outside in the hopes of climbing a tree and just sitting for the rest of the day
there is no silence says:
unfortunately the trees were all barren, and those that werent are simply not for climbing
there is no silence says:
so i wandered around the campus trying to find somewhere peaceful and separate but there simply isnt anything to beat a tree
there is no silence says:
although a rooftop would have done ok, and i found one, then attempted to climb up top of it
there is no silence says:
but as i stepped carefully on the metal/tin shed roof it cracked slightly so after less than an instant's consideration I got back off
there is no silence says:
and right as i had someone walked past, so the area wasnt really removed enough
there is no silence says:
i had to settle for the student center where i spent the rest of the time up until about 6 staring off into space trying to remember anything
there is no silence says:
but limiting myself to only pictures, no words
there is no silence says:
its not as easy an exercise as one might think
there is no silence says:
for the most part i invent images in my head when i "remember" something because I'm really mainly text based. Pictures that float by are actually reproductions, interpretations, they simply happen to be very near correct.
there is no silence says:
this time however, after a few failed attempts, i managed to actually *see* in memorium little stolen scenes from my room
there is no silence says:
my old room i mean, the one that i havent seen since freshman year, where my dad used to live
there is no silence says:
and it shocked me so much I cried and then lost the moment, being quite unable to reproduce the effect afterwards
there is no silence says:
morale of the story: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is good
there is no silence says:
alternate (and albiet more interesting) morale: remembering clear images of the past is painful but in an odd nostalgic way
there is no silence says:
...those should both be "moral"
congragulate me i finally managed to get myself to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
there is no silence says:
and, fancy that, it makes 3rd on my prestigious list of favorite movies
there is no silence says:
Im actually tempted to move it higher on the list, bumping Amelie and even High Fidelity down but thats such a shocking and dramatic response that it makes me uneasy so i'll leave it at the much more reasonable "3rd place"
there is no silence says:
but yea...it was good...
there is no silence says:
haunting is my one word to describe it
there is no silence says:
for about an hour afterward my mind was so blank and shocked and...i dont quite know how to describe it, but anyway, it was so whatever it was that i went outside in the hopes of climbing a tree and just sitting for the rest of the day
there is no silence says:
unfortunately the trees were all barren, and those that werent are simply not for climbing
there is no silence says:
so i wandered around the campus trying to find somewhere peaceful and separate but there simply isnt anything to beat a tree
there is no silence says:
although a rooftop would have done ok, and i found one, then attempted to climb up top of it
there is no silence says:
but as i stepped carefully on the metal/tin shed roof it cracked slightly so after less than an instant's consideration I got back off
there is no silence says:
and right as i had someone walked past, so the area wasnt really removed enough
there is no silence says:
i had to settle for the student center where i spent the rest of the time up until about 6 staring off into space trying to remember anything
there is no silence says:
but limiting myself to only pictures, no words
there is no silence says:
its not as easy an exercise as one might think
there is no silence says:
for the most part i invent images in my head when i "remember" something because I'm really mainly text based. Pictures that float by are actually reproductions, interpretations, they simply happen to be very near correct.
there is no silence says:
this time however, after a few failed attempts, i managed to actually *see* in memorium little stolen scenes from my room
there is no silence says:
my old room i mean, the one that i havent seen since freshman year, where my dad used to live
there is no silence says:
and it shocked me so much I cried and then lost the moment, being quite unable to reproduce the effect afterwards
there is no silence says:
morale of the story: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is good
there is no silence says:
alternate (and albiet more interesting) morale: remembering clear images of the past is painful but in an odd nostalgic way
there is no silence says:
...those should both be "moral"
Saturday, April 02, 2005
fo shizzle
This has to be one of the funniest things I've seen.
Gizoogle - Fo all you beotches who anna find shiznit
And this is what the site does.
Gizoogle - Fo all you beotches who anna find shiznit
And this is what the site does.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Me = officially traveled out
Ok, it's been long enough for you all to be going through withdrawl symptoms from my blessed words. I should probably write another post.
And aren't you lucky, it won't be about nothing!
I just had the luxury of Spring Break pass me by in 10 days, 10 hectic at first, later relaxing days.
Morroco is not like Europe. First theres the big thing of it not being in Europe. That's a start. Eerily enough, French was spoken quite readily there. And it was that dichotomy that plagued my mind for the first half of my spring break trip.
v v *insert relative picture here* v v
We wound our way through the streets, or alleyways if you prefer much more accurate description; alleyways so thick with vendors of cheap and useless crap that you couldn't breathe.
Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to imply that Morroco was filled with cheap and useless crap or that Morroco in anyway is cheap or useless. But it occured to me sometime after the "ninja henna artist" of the main square branded my hand with a scorpion against my will and demanded payment from first me then (after I lied about the contents of my wallet) my friend, that tourism is a vicious creature.
After I first realised that the woman was simply poor and needed money, my orange burning scorpion of anger became the orange burning scorpion of shame. And what better place to have it than on the back of my hand.
Perfect. (ps: it has since faded away)
Anyway, after the shame of myself set in for not having helped a poor, fellow human being I became ashamed of my company and our purposes for being in Morroco. To what? To "visit"? This led to me realising that our tourism was making the situation worse and flooding these markets with the cheap and useless crap that I was despising.
And then I started thinking about America and what it was doing in the Middle East and it went downhill from there.
But I refuse to get political right now.
We also saw a lovely 14th century university and I snagged a couple of nice pictures (at least I thought so)
^ ^ (this one is actually from a nearby museum) ^ ^
Saturday we took a 2 and a half hour taxi ride up into the mountains. At least I say they were mountains. Apparently my midwest mind makes anything that stretches up over the horizon a mountain.
Anyway, we ejected ourselves from the car to stumble about in the dirt and grassy fields, following a non-talkative guide down to the side of a sheer drop-off. The upshot was that there happened to be a river that had the same guide. Lovely scenery to be sure but the thing that grabbed me most was my usual deep and unstoppable urge to jump into the water miles below my feet. Don't ask me why, I'm not suicidal although it would most likely have been suicide. I really need to supress the urge by going skydiving. Did I say supress? I meant impress.
Yeah I know that wasn't funny, but do you think I care? Who's the one writing this shit?? ME! BACK OFF!
*ahem*
Anyway, we then were tricked into paying a shite-load for a crappy meal and took another 2 and a half hour ride back into the smog-den that was Merrakesh. I have to take a second and salute our taxi driver at being incredibly patient (one of our party had a coughing fit lasting the entire trip), incredibly nice (he stopped at a town and suggested she get water), and incredibly self-sacrificing (upon our arrival in Merrakesh we stopped at a Morrocan roundabout [read: a big open space that cars randomly drive through] where he met what I assumed to be his family. I assume such because he picked up and hugged the little boy that ran at him and kissed the woman holding the hand of the little girl. Or maybe I'm making that up; is public kissing allowed in Islam? Anyway, I gathered from hand gestures, mood, facial expression, and tone of voice that they wanted him to go do something with them but he had to finish working, meaning finish helping us [yeah, I know, that's a lot to gather from hand gestures, mood, etc. but what can I say? I'm brilliant]. And then he even took us to the train station which was added on after he was supposed to have been done with us).
Serious props, dude.
Anyway, the train took us to Tangiers where we caught a ferry across the fabled Straights of Gibralter. The weather sucked.
Spain's weather did not, thankfully. The last 4 or 5 days (I forget!) were spent mainly in playing cards (with a deck that only had 48 cards and had "clubs, coins, swords, and cups" for suits), swimming in the warm pool / freezing beach, and lazing about as good springbreakers should.
And then a lovely trip back to Heathrow complete with flight delays, cancellations, subsequent face-eating, and lost luggage completed the journey.
Don't worry, I got the luggage back the next day.
And everything has returned to normalcy, ugh.
I can't wait to get home.
And aren't you lucky, it won't be about nothing!
I just had the luxury of Spring Break pass me by in 10 days, 10 hectic at first, later relaxing days.
Morroco is not like Europe. First theres the big thing of it not being in Europe. That's a start. Eerily enough, French was spoken quite readily there. And it was that dichotomy that plagued my mind for the first half of my spring break trip.
v v *insert relative picture here* v v
We wound our way through the streets, or alleyways if you prefer much more accurate description; alleyways so thick with vendors of cheap and useless crap that you couldn't breathe.
Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to imply that Morroco was filled with cheap and useless crap or that Morroco in anyway is cheap or useless. But it occured to me sometime after the "ninja henna artist" of the main square branded my hand with a scorpion against my will and demanded payment from first me then (after I lied about the contents of my wallet) my friend, that tourism is a vicious creature.
After I first realised that the woman was simply poor and needed money, my orange burning scorpion of anger became the orange burning scorpion of shame. And what better place to have it than on the back of my hand.
Perfect. (ps: it has since faded away)
Anyway, after the shame of myself set in for not having helped a poor, fellow human being I became ashamed of my company and our purposes for being in Morroco. To what? To "visit"? This led to me realising that our tourism was making the situation worse and flooding these markets with the cheap and useless crap that I was despising.
And then I started thinking about America and what it was doing in the Middle East and it went downhill from there.
But I refuse to get political right now.
We also saw a lovely 14th century university and I snagged a couple of nice pictures (at least I thought so)
^ ^ (this one is actually from a nearby museum) ^ ^
Saturday we took a 2 and a half hour taxi ride up into the mountains. At least I say they were mountains. Apparently my midwest mind makes anything that stretches up over the horizon a mountain.
Anyway, we ejected ourselves from the car to stumble about in the dirt and grassy fields, following a non-talkative guide down to the side of a sheer drop-off. The upshot was that there happened to be a river that had the same guide. Lovely scenery to be sure but the thing that grabbed me most was my usual deep and unstoppable urge to jump into the water miles below my feet. Don't ask me why, I'm not suicidal although it would most likely have been suicide. I really need to supress the urge by going skydiving. Did I say supress? I meant impress.
Yeah I know that wasn't funny, but do you think I care? Who's the one writing this shit?? ME! BACK OFF!
*ahem*
Anyway, we then were tricked into paying a shite-load for a crappy meal and took another 2 and a half hour ride back into the smog-den that was Merrakesh. I have to take a second and salute our taxi driver at being incredibly patient (one of our party had a coughing fit lasting the entire trip), incredibly nice (he stopped at a town and suggested she get water), and incredibly self-sacrificing (upon our arrival in Merrakesh we stopped at a Morrocan roundabout [read: a big open space that cars randomly drive through] where he met what I assumed to be his family. I assume such because he picked up and hugged the little boy that ran at him and kissed the woman holding the hand of the little girl. Or maybe I'm making that up; is public kissing allowed in Islam? Anyway, I gathered from hand gestures, mood, facial expression, and tone of voice that they wanted him to go do something with them but he had to finish working, meaning finish helping us [yeah, I know, that's a lot to gather from hand gestures, mood, etc. but what can I say? I'm brilliant]. And then he even took us to the train station which was added on after he was supposed to have been done with us).
Serious props, dude.
Anyway, the train took us to Tangiers where we caught a ferry across the fabled Straights of Gibralter. The weather sucked.
Spain's weather did not, thankfully. The last 4 or 5 days (I forget!) were spent mainly in playing cards (with a deck that only had 48 cards and had "clubs, coins, swords, and cups" for suits), swimming in the warm pool / freezing beach, and lazing about as good springbreakers should.
And then a lovely trip back to Heathrow complete with flight delays, cancellations, subsequent face-eating, and lost luggage completed the journey.
Don't worry, I got the luggage back the next day.
And everything has returned to normalcy, ugh.
I can't wait to get home.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
ist alles doof
doof says: (me)
guten tag
Mellow says: (a friend)
ja ist gut
doof says:
lol do you know german?
Mellow says:
not enough to survive
Mellow says:
but enough to make people who dont think i do
After this last weekend I can't understand for the life of me why anyone would want to eat a frankfurter. They were all very pleasant people, some of the nicest we've met on our trips into the main continent.
It is frigid here, I will assert, but our trip to Frankfurt proved that England has wussy winters. And while it wasn't the worst snow I've seen having been born and lived in and around the Chicago area my entire life up until this last year, it was freezing cold. Maybe all this time spent with England's cold-but-moist weather has thawed my bones somewhat and taken some of my resiliance away.
Regardless, we truged through snow and cold to peruse stolen goods in an open air market, to little cafes reminiscent of Italy for the warmth of coffee (and paninis), to our hostel which lied about its appearance, choosing to use a picture of the Frankfurt government building as it's facade.
Our best meal, not only in taste but in substance, was in the little town nearby Weisbaden that Rali aged from 5 to 6 in. Some Italian place that she used to eat at in those year(s). Creamy broccolli soup and caprese pizza and tiramisu that puts the Chicago norm to shame.
Ok, it's official now. Italy is my favorite country.
I see your skeptical looks...ok, ok, at least favorite European country...
And finally, at the airport was a popcorn machine that, when paid, would play the techno song "Popcorn". But what would make it delightfully funny to me is if the song "Popcorn" was written by taking the well-known popcorn machine jingle and adding a beat to it.
It just seems like a techno thing to do.
(see Mashed Taters for an example)
If anyone has knowledge on the subject it would be appreciated.
But who would that be?
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
it's an activity!
1. Think of a word you would use to describe me.
2. Go to Google Image Search and search for that word.
3. Select the picture you see as most fitting, and leave a comment with the link.
This should be fun...
An excerpt of conversation
thinking, that's all says:(me)
hello
Boryca says: (my friend)
where did you come from?
thinking, that's all says:
i came from the deep and dark places of your MIND *points to your head eerily*
thinking, that's all says:
i emerged quietly from an abandoned puddle of coke left from an intense fight between two middle school friends, started by a slight disagreement of a show on FOX kids 's worth and spurred on by both's insistance on calling the other a wussy
thinking, that's all says:
i slipped out from behind a tree you were staring at just as soon as you looked the other way, like it always happens in your nightmares
thinking, that's all says:
i fell from the sky
thinking, that's all says:
need i go on?
thinking, that's all says:
or have you already come to the conclusion you are bound to come to
thinking, that's all says:
will you ask the question now at the tip of our tongue?
thinking, that's all says:
"what, out of all manner of things, are you smoking?"
thinking, that's all says:
and will you believe me when I swear that I have not been inhaling any smoke from burning objects recently and that I am really only in a weird mood? Or will you reject my claims??
thinking, that's all says:
Will you???
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Run!! It's pink!!
Merry Day-After-Valentine's Day to all!
And to all...a good night!!
Or, no that's Christmas, my mistake.
Speaking of Valentine's Day, our banquet sure was a gyp. Making us skip dinner so we could starve for another hour and a half to be "satisfied" with...
Poop. Served with pasta.
And you know how when something tastes like poop you drink more to make up for it? The drink was poop too. It tasted like, as Rali and Avi put it, a certain cough syrup.
And to top it all off we had a Frank Sinatra impersonator of sorts crooning away.
"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars"
If only, sir. If only.
But did all these tiny inconviences stop us friends from having a "rip-roarin'" good time?
Oh wait, yeah. Yeah, it pretty much did. Kinda lame.
"But Valentine's Day is for suckers! It's really just a corporate scam! Why would you want to have fun on a day like that?"
*sigh*
But anyway, for those who hate Valentine's Day:
For those who like Valentine's Day (and are not single):
What about the single people who like Valentine's Day, you ask?
What words of wisdom do I have to impart to them?
...Um...just keep waiting?...um...
I can't think of anything clever or interesting for those poor few, besides that it would seem to be a sort of masochism (not the sexual kind people, get your minds out of the gutter! By the by, why is the sexual kind the first on the dictionary list of definitions? People these days, sheesh).
Well, that's all.
It's an hour until dinner, I have to go shower!
Ta ta.
And to all...a good night!!
Or, no that's Christmas, my mistake.
Speaking of Valentine's Day, our banquet sure was a gyp. Making us skip dinner so we could starve for another hour and a half to be "satisfied" with...
Poop. Served with pasta.
And you know how when something tastes like poop you drink more to make up for it? The drink was poop too. It tasted like, as Rali and Avi put it, a certain cough syrup.
And to top it all off we had a Frank Sinatra impersonator of sorts crooning away.
"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars"
If only, sir. If only.
But did all these tiny inconviences stop us friends from having a "rip-roarin'" good time?
Oh wait, yeah. Yeah, it pretty much did. Kinda lame.
"But Valentine's Day is for suckers! It's really just a corporate scam! Why would you want to have fun on a day like that?"
*sigh*
But anyway, for those who hate Valentine's Day:
- Be happy because you have an entire year to wait before another one!
For those who like Valentine's Day (and are not single):
- Spend time with your loved one(s) today too! Nothing shows true love like not letting corporation-invented dates schedule your events for you.
What about the single people who like Valentine's Day, you ask?
What words of wisdom do I have to impart to them?
...Um...just keep waiting?...um...
I can't think of anything clever or interesting for those poor few, besides that it would seem to be a sort of masochism (not the sexual kind people, get your minds out of the gutter! By the by, why is the sexual kind the first on the dictionary list of definitions? People these days, sheesh).
Well, that's all.
It's an hour until dinner, I have to go shower!
Ta ta.
Friday, February 11, 2005
I'm on my way...
...to becoming a rock star.
We went to Reading today and guess what I bought?
Shoes! Black converse high tops. They're great although I think I'm going to get different laces for them. Like black ones or checkered ones or something.
Well, anyway, after that I went over to the Virgin Megastore to listen to some bands that I have on my list of "music to look into". I was only on the first cd, thinking to myself, "I should buy this," when one of the store attendants comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder.
I think, "What? It's only 5 o'clock, they can't be closing," but no, he tells me that the building next door is on fire and they are evacuating this one.
And sure enough we go outside and there's a fire engine or two, police blocking off the road, and a thick plume of dark smoke billowing from the neighboring building, burning embers everyonce in awhile floating into view.
Rather an impressive sight, I only hope no one was killed.
I didn't see any flames, the part that was actually on fire was in the middle of block.
Although I wonder how the fire fighters can put it out from the street when its a 3 storey building and its in the back of it...
Well anyway, it was interesting but my pants were falling off so I had to go get a belt.
Then we ate at this place called Pitcher and Piano and they had this really good sounding burger thing. Of course, not a real meat burger it was made of mozerella and olive, which sounded really good but unfortunately my dreams of gooey goodness were shot down by the waitress who announced that they didnt have it anymore. So I settled for a much less satisfying "mushroom soup in wheat breadbowl".
*sigh*
Although the pub is redeemed in my mind by the cheese sampler dish we had.
Fried goat cheese, bree, and mozerella mmmmmm.
I can not describe how good that was.
And that was it.
A simple trip, Avi got a "dress" for the party that looks more like a shirt. She's going to wear fishnets under it. Me and Rali think she should get similar colored solid tights to wear mid thigh, because you'd be able to see a little bit of leg and yet it'd be covered by the bottom sheen bit of the "dress". We think it'd be rather cute.
And that was it (I've said this twice...)
Oh! No, it wasn't. For all I say about England's prices being insanely steep (and they are) they were selling Nirvana's "Nevermind" for 4.99 sterling!
That's $10! A good deal even for America.
Unfortunately, due to the fire, that and my other prospective purchase were left to gather dust on the shelves.
...
and that was it.
...
We went to Reading today and guess what I bought?
Shoes! Black converse high tops. They're great although I think I'm going to get different laces for them. Like black ones or checkered ones or something.
Well, anyway, after that I went over to the Virgin Megastore to listen to some bands that I have on my list of "music to look into". I was only on the first cd, thinking to myself, "I should buy this," when one of the store attendants comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder.
I think, "What? It's only 5 o'clock, they can't be closing," but no, he tells me that the building next door is on fire and they are evacuating this one.
And sure enough we go outside and there's a fire engine or two, police blocking off the road, and a thick plume of dark smoke billowing from the neighboring building, burning embers everyonce in awhile floating into view.
Rather an impressive sight, I only hope no one was killed.
I didn't see any flames, the part that was actually on fire was in the middle of block.
Although I wonder how the fire fighters can put it out from the street when its a 3 storey building and its in the back of it...
Well anyway, it was interesting but my pants were falling off so I had to go get a belt.
Then we ate at this place called Pitcher and Piano and they had this really good sounding burger thing. Of course, not a real meat burger it was made of mozerella and olive, which sounded really good but unfortunately my dreams of gooey goodness were shot down by the waitress who announced that they didnt have it anymore. So I settled for a much less satisfying "mushroom soup in wheat breadbowl".
*sigh*
Although the pub is redeemed in my mind by the cheese sampler dish we had.
Fried goat cheese, bree, and mozerella mmmmmm.
I can not describe how good that was.
And that was it.
A simple trip, Avi got a "dress" for the party that looks more like a shirt. She's going to wear fishnets under it. Me and Rali think she should get similar colored solid tights to wear mid thigh, because you'd be able to see a little bit of leg and yet it'd be covered by the bottom sheen bit of the "dress". We think it'd be rather cute.
And that was it (I've said this twice...)
Oh! No, it wasn't. For all I say about England's prices being insanely steep (and they are) they were selling Nirvana's "Nevermind" for 4.99 sterling!
That's $10! A good deal even for America.
Unfortunately, due to the fire, that and my other prospective purchase were left to gather dust on the shelves.
...
and that was it.
...
Monday, January 31, 2005
It begins!
I need a haircut, and before you start making snide remarks about me and haircuts, I'm not that stubborn as to let it simply grow to my waist. I have a look I'm going for, it's just that no one really sees it.
Also, I'm playing with different ways of tieing my scarf up, because just hanging there seems a bit lazy looking, which isnt the idea.
But anyway, classes have officially "begun" in my book. Now I know that this really happened Tuesday of last week, the first and even second meets of most classes are rather pointless and wasteful of time.
Besides, I only just now have my scedule comepletely worked out. It's a good thing those first couple meetings are rather pointless and wasteful of time or everyone who wanted to slightly mess around with their schedule would have a hard time adjusting to the new class.
But anyway, my new and hopefully completed schedule is as follows:
And that's it. Let's give them all a hand, I'm sure they'll stand up to my random criticism and complaints.
In other news, Widge stops being a dick and learns some HTML! Uses it in his post!
Also, hair from a beard was trimmed this morning, care to guess whose?
Alright, alright, enough of you.
I'm out of here.
Also, I'm playing with different ways of tieing my scarf up, because just hanging there seems a bit lazy looking, which isnt the idea.
But anyway, classes have officially "begun" in my book. Now I know that this really happened Tuesday of last week, the first and even second meets of most classes are rather pointless and wasteful of time.
Besides, I only just now have my scedule comepletely worked out. It's a good thing those first couple meetings are rather pointless and wasteful of time or everyone who wanted to slightly mess around with their schedule would have a hard time adjusting to the new class.
But anyway, my new and hopefully completed schedule is as follows:
- English Composition II taken in secret via loophole as arranged by my tutor. I'm really taking an "independent" writing course. I am independently taking Comp II. Just grand.
- Civilisation and Ideas II which should be better this semester than last, not only because there is maybe a fourth the amount of students but also because there are only two essays due and whichever is done worse on is dropped.
- Studies in Literature: Tolkien and Lewis which is, as it implies, a study of J.R.R Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Both christian writers, both renowned creators of fantastical worlds, and both have initials for their first and middle names.
- Creative Writing a 400 level class that I fear will be the death of me with 300 words of poetry, 1000 words of short story, and 1500 words of drama due. Ah well, it'll be good for me to realise how crappy a writer I really am. Criticism makes you better!
- Film Evaluation which I haven't taken yet, I only just signed up for it today to take the place of the abandoned "Religion and Ethics" class, dropped like a hot solanum tuberosum after the first period. Although strikingly interesting and valuable topics, I would only have been extremely frustrated with people all too ready to take everything personally.
and finally...
As for the film class, they've just watched Gattaca, they're watching Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon tomorrow, and too many more awesome movies are on the schedule.
And that's it. Let's give them all a hand, I'm sure they'll stand up to my random criticism and complaints.
In other news, Widge stops being a dick and learns some HTML! Uses it in his post!
Also, hair from a beard was trimmed this morning, care to guess whose?
Alright, alright, enough of you.
I'm out of here.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Newness
There are 3 new poems up at Penny For My Thoughts, two of which are actually old ones that I thought I had already put on the site. Turns out I didn't. The other one is new, just kinda popped off as I was listening to a song.
And now, a new thing to waste your time with!
What's that?
I'm turning into Rali?
You shush!
I can have as many blogs as I want!
Bah!
Anyway, here is the latest installment of random crap from my insane mind.
Working
Ya, I know the title isn't that great, but I haven't had enough time to think of a better one.
So that one will probably become the actual title, just like what happened to this blog...
Well anyway, I'm off to shower, read, eat, any of the above.
And now, a new thing to waste your time with!
What's that?
I'm turning into Rali?
You shush!
I can have as many blogs as I want!
Bah!
Anyway, here is the latest installment of random crap from my insane mind.
Working
Ya, I know the title isn't that great, but I haven't had enough time to think of a better one.
So that one will probably become the actual title, just like what happened to this blog...
Well anyway, I'm off to shower, read, eat, any of the above.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Update!
An update!
And update I say!
Well, I have essentialy moved back into my dorm room, with space for my new laptop to fit on my desk with new ethernet cable hooked into the wall giving me (finally!) connection in the comfort of my living space!
How marvelous.
Anyway, Paris was great and I may explain more if I feel up to it later but for now be content with the fact that I was pleased with my visit.
Ah, but now what must be said.
If you pay attention to the site then you may have noticed that Les Miserables is finally not the book I am currently reading.
Yes, I have finished the monster. It may have taken me a year or so but it's done.
But before any of it had time to simmer in my brain, the very next day after finishing it in fact, I stumbled delightfully onto a new book.
As I wandered aimlessly through Heathrow, trying to spend the 3 or so hours I had left to waste before my flight to Paris I happened upon a book entitled, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger (Which is a strange name with reference to both author and title).
Today I put the book down, waiting for my flight back to Heathrow.
The plot is essentially about a girl who meets her future husband when she is 6 and he is 36 but they were married when she was 22 and he was 30, due to a genetic disorder the guy has which sends him back to random times throughout his life.
I finished it in a week and it has already become near to being my favorite book, right up there with the Ender Series.
This is a prestigious position so I highly recommend it
Anyway, that be all.
Tirement overwhelms me.
And plus I need to install MSN Messenger.
And update I say!
Well, I have essentialy moved back into my dorm room, with space for my new laptop to fit on my desk with new ethernet cable hooked into the wall giving me (finally!) connection in the comfort of my living space!
How marvelous.
Anyway, Paris was great and I may explain more if I feel up to it later but for now be content with the fact that I was pleased with my visit.
Ah, but now what must be said.
If you pay attention to the site then you may have noticed that Les Miserables is finally not the book I am currently reading.
Yes, I have finished the monster. It may have taken me a year or so but it's done.
But before any of it had time to simmer in my brain, the very next day after finishing it in fact, I stumbled delightfully onto a new book.
As I wandered aimlessly through Heathrow, trying to spend the 3 or so hours I had left to waste before my flight to Paris I happened upon a book entitled, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger (Which is a strange name with reference to both author and title).
Today I put the book down, waiting for my flight back to Heathrow.
The plot is essentially about a girl who meets her future husband when she is 6 and he is 36 but they were married when she was 22 and he was 30, due to a genetic disorder the guy has which sends him back to random times throughout his life.
I finished it in a week and it has already become near to being my favorite book, right up there with the Ender Series.
This is a prestigious position so I highly recommend it
Anyway, that be all.
Tirement overwhelms me.
And plus I need to install MSN Messenger.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Paris? Wha?
Hi everybody!
(Hi Doctor Nick!)
I'm writing to you all from Paris (pronounce that Pah-ree and it sounds better) in a little internet cafe, anticipating ice-cream fondue that caught our attention as we passed the Hagendaz (that's surely not the correct spelling...) after leaving the Italian food restaurant that we dined at.
My friend had torellini which she unrightly assumed would be simple cheese filled, but turned out to be complex cheese-and-pink-colored-oddity filled.
We've had a good time so far, but Paris is beginning to get on my nerves and I find myself more often than not (or is that naught?) wanting to be home or, at least, in Chicago rather than trapesing all over Europe.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
At least, that's what they say around here. (or is that Italian?)
Until next time then,
au revoir.
(Hi Doctor Nick!)
I'm writing to you all from Paris (pronounce that Pah-ree and it sounds better) in a little internet cafe, anticipating ice-cream fondue that caught our attention as we passed the Hagendaz (that's surely not the correct spelling...) after leaving the Italian food restaurant that we dined at.
My friend had torellini which she unrightly assumed would be simple cheese filled, but turned out to be complex cheese-and-pink-colored-oddity filled.
We've had a good time so far, but Paris is beginning to get on my nerves and I find myself more often than not (or is that naught?) wanting to be home or, at least, in Chicago rather than trapesing all over Europe.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
At least, that's what they say around here. (or is that Italian?)
Until next time then,
au revoir.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
leaving home
I am frantically typing this away as I have no time left.
I am going back to England.
Well, soon enough, right now I'm preparing to go to Massachusets where I'll be visiting family and then after that Paris where I'll be hanging out and then England.
Until then, expect a bit of silence...
I am going back to England.
Well, soon enough, right now I'm preparing to go to Massachusets where I'll be visiting family and then after that Paris where I'll be hanging out and then England.
Until then, expect a bit of silence...
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger...
Well, well, once again I am here, thinking words that my fingers portray in text.
Whoa, I know I'm too awake when I start to contemplate how weird typing is.
So, I woke up at 3:30am again today because I went to sleep at something like 9:00 or 9:30pm.
This is getting out of hand, when will I chat with people? What else is there in life??
Just kidding, but speaking of other important things in life, I saw Unforgiven.
Ya know, the one movie written by Clint Eastwood, modern western, absolutely brilliant film? It has definately made my list.
Not that there is a list somewhere (well, not a conclusive one...yet...) but I speak of the proverbial list that many people in fact speak of but never really seem to have.
Other recent additions to this make-believe list:
Garden State
Shaun of the Dead
both of which were rather good, although I think I enjoyed Shaun of the Dead more. That is another brilliant movie. I watched it on New Year's Eve with my friends in *largish rural Illinois town west of Chicago*. We all decided that it is what would really happen if zombies showed up. Unlike those stupid horror flicks where everybody is all, "AHH!! Oh my God, I'm so scared, somebody help me!" *crying* *zombies devour flesh* it is instead more like what you would expect your friends to act like. I'm not going to quote anything from it because that would ruin even a tiny fraction of the experience for you because you would know what was coming.
Also I can't be bothered to remember one.
Moving on, Garden State was rather good too although predictable and a rather simple plot. For a second I thought they were going to turn the tables at the last second and totally mess with everything you thought the movie was about, and I think everybody who watched it did too, but they chickened out and stuck with what most people would expect from a romantic comedy movie.
Ah well.
In other news, I restrung my accoustic guitar, having finally bought the bloody pegs for the bridge after snapping the low E's peg in two the *last* time I tried to restring the bloody thing.
Ah, but the wait was worth it.
There are things an accoustic cannot do when compared to the electric but there are also plenty of things the electric cannot do when compared to the accoustic. I was a fool to think I could survive with only one for any lengthy amount of time.
I loves my accoustic ^-^ tee hee.
OK, enough of that.
I have to go to the post office today, go to *largish rural Illinois town west of Chicago* for like the fourth time this break, buy stuff, and make it back for tea and biscuits.
Actually just before 5.
cheers!
Whoa, I know I'm too awake when I start to contemplate how weird typing is.
So, I woke up at 3:30am again today because I went to sleep at something like 9:00 or 9:30pm.
This is getting out of hand, when will I chat with people? What else is there in life??
Just kidding, but speaking of other important things in life, I saw Unforgiven.
Ya know, the one movie written by Clint Eastwood, modern western, absolutely brilliant film? It has definately made my list.
Not that there is a list somewhere (well, not a conclusive one...yet...) but I speak of the proverbial list that many people in fact speak of but never really seem to have.
Other recent additions to this make-believe list:
Garden State
Shaun of the Dead
both of which were rather good, although I think I enjoyed Shaun of the Dead more. That is another brilliant movie. I watched it on New Year's Eve with my friends in *largish rural Illinois town west of Chicago*. We all decided that it is what would really happen if zombies showed up. Unlike those stupid horror flicks where everybody is all, "AHH!! Oh my God, I'm so scared, somebody help me!" *crying* *zombies devour flesh* it is instead more like what you would expect your friends to act like. I'm not going to quote anything from it because that would ruin even a tiny fraction of the experience for you because you would know what was coming.
Also I can't be bothered to remember one.
Moving on, Garden State was rather good too although predictable and a rather simple plot. For a second I thought they were going to turn the tables at the last second and totally mess with everything you thought the movie was about, and I think everybody who watched it did too, but they chickened out and stuck with what most people would expect from a romantic comedy movie.
Ah well.
In other news, I restrung my accoustic guitar, having finally bought the bloody pegs for the bridge after snapping the low E's peg in two the *last* time I tried to restring the bloody thing.
Ah, but the wait was worth it.
There are things an accoustic cannot do when compared to the electric but there are also plenty of things the electric cannot do when compared to the accoustic. I was a fool to think I could survive with only one for any lengthy amount of time.
I loves my accoustic ^-^ tee hee.
OK, enough of that.
I have to go to the post office today, go to *largish rural Illinois town west of Chicago* for like the fourth time this break, buy stuff, and make it back for tea and biscuits.
Actually just before 5.
cheers!
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