Saturday, December 31, 2011
Electron Micropost
My New Year's Eve was pretty anticlimactic, so I won't trouble with a lengthy post. After returning from Logan's I stayed home, took a restless nap around 11:30 p.m. and hit the sack early. A happy new year to everyone!
Friday, December 30, 2011
More Underground Than the Dwarves
Catie visited today and spent a few hours stealing all my music, again. She also gave me a present: 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die, ensuring that I will never, ever achieve anything. Afterward, Matt and I went over to Logan's. I brought my camera but forgot to take the scheduled brotoshoot. We discussed potential story ideas over mint cookies. Matt had to leave due to work in the morning, and Logan and I commenced a full night on the 360. A highlight was my suggestion to steal a cement truck in Saints Row 3, resulting in a fully pimped gangsta cement truck.
Catie - A very good friend and the source of roughly 35% of my music. She has pretty much the same musical and cinematical tastes as me (excluding the remarkably bland Freelance Whales) and we saw Rent, In the Heights, and Now.Here.This. together. The downside: hipsterism. She wears owl jewelry and only listens to dead artists so that all of her music is permanently underground. Not to mention the incredilame Guy Fawkes mask. She lived about two minutes up the road and we hung out all the time until a twist of fate put her an hour away, in Rosendale.
Quotes of the day: "How did she give birth already? Beyoncé! She's been pregnant for what, a month?" - Steve
"The door was right there!" - me, watching Logan break through a window in Saints Row 3
Catie - A very good friend and the source of roughly 35% of my music. She has pretty much the same musical and cinematical tastes as me (excluding the remarkably bland Freelance Whales) and we saw Rent, In the Heights, and Now.Here.This. together. The downside: hipsterism. She wears owl jewelry and only listens to dead artists so that all of her music is permanently underground. Not to mention the incredilame Guy Fawkes mask. She lived about two minutes up the road and we hung out all the time until a twist of fate put her an hour away, in Rosendale.
Quotes of the day: "How did she give birth already? Beyoncé! She's been pregnant for what, a month?" - Steve
"The door was right there!" - me, watching Logan break through a window in Saints Row 3
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Matt Takes On His Arch-Nemesis, Hypothermia
My family, grandparents and I went to The Collegiate in town for breakfast. The “Jet,” as it's colloquially known, is a down-homey, comfortable diner with amazing pancakes. After the original was damaged in the fire that took my uncle's store, they relocated to a new, larger location and remained just as delicious. I had a short stack, a strawberry milkshake and an enormous cinnamon roll.
We left Alfred around 12:30 and got home about 5:45. After exponentially improving my life by putting the Reading Rainbow intro on my iPod, Matt picked me up for an adventure. We set out to capture a wild Fallows with directions in hand, but soon became lost. We weren't actually lost, per se, but we had no idea where we were going for a while. I knocked on the wrong door resulting in a tad of awkwardness, and finally Fallows joined us. In a fit of youthful idiocy, Matt and I then attempted to follow through on our boneheaded idea of going swimming in the creek near his house. I willfully admit that Matt got a metaphorical leg up on me on the masculinity scale; after placing my feet in the water and discovering I couldn't feel them, I backed out of the venture. Matt, meanwhile, waded in like a Viking into combat, jeans on, and got the water up over them. Long story short, he needed waist amputation but it was a good time after all was said and done.
We watched some morbid Japanese tsunami videos and discussed matters of gravity with Fallows for some time. We paused for a moment to acknowledge her saucily scarlet shirt. Quoting my mother's creepy high school chemistry teacher in my best emphysema voice: “You know what they say about little girls who wear red...” She left at 11:30 and we geared up for an awesome night, then passed out after reminiscing about Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark.
Quote of the day: “So I had this slew of erotic werewolf dreams last night.... It was really bad. But also really enjoyable.” - Matt
We left Alfred around 12:30 and got home about 5:45. After exponentially improving my life by putting the Reading Rainbow intro on my iPod, Matt picked me up for an adventure. We set out to capture a wild Fallows with directions in hand, but soon became lost. We weren't actually lost, per se, but we had no idea where we were going for a while. I knocked on the wrong door resulting in a tad of awkwardness, and finally Fallows joined us. In a fit of youthful idiocy, Matt and I then attempted to follow through on our boneheaded idea of going swimming in the creek near his house. I willfully admit that Matt got a metaphorical leg up on me on the masculinity scale; after placing my feet in the water and discovering I couldn't feel them, I backed out of the venture. Matt, meanwhile, waded in like a Viking into combat, jeans on, and got the water up over them. Long story short, he needed waist amputation but it was a good time after all was said and done.
We watched some morbid Japanese tsunami videos and discussed matters of gravity with Fallows for some time. We paused for a moment to acknowledge her saucily scarlet shirt. Quoting my mother's creepy high school chemistry teacher in my best emphysema voice: “You know what they say about little girls who wear red...” She left at 11:30 and we geared up for an awesome night, then passed out after reminiscing about Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark.
Quote of the day: “So I had this slew of erotic werewolf dreams last night.... It was really bad. But also really enjoyable.” - Matt
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Choo Choo, Rage Train
My grandfather is an interesting man. He was a sailor on a Navy cruiser and saw combat in WW2 and Korea. After his discharge, he got an education and became one of the first (and still very few) ceramic engineers. He runs a ceramics plant here in Alfred, though it's fallen on hard times economically these past few years. Even so, his field is so specialized that he's often approached to manufacture equipment and ceramic materials that are otherwise impossible to acquire. He still works with a slide rule, hates the Internet and cell phones with a burning passion, and forever and always fancies himself the ruler of the pride. Except my family aren't lions. My grandmother passed away when I was five, and my grandfather remarried some years later. They live in a very pretty, somewhat rustic home by a long pond. Alfred is a quaint town with two colleges – Alfred State (a tech-based SUNY) and Alfred University. Even the air smells great.
My brother and I are sleeping on a wall-to-wall couch, and somehow it's the most comfortable thing in the world. After the aforementioned writing spree I slept for eleven and a half hours with occasional, brief interruptions. During this time I experienced what could only be called – with apologies to “The Book of Mormon” – a spooky Joker hell dream. It was one of those nightmares sans nightmare, where you should be more scared than you actually are. It was one of the longest dreams I've ever had and I've forgotten much of it, but one part is particularly vivid. I was sitting on a bench with several friends from Northeastern and home inside this church, along the wall. I'm at the head end; that is to say, the end farthest in. It's generally understood that we're waiting here to die. More precisely, we're waiting to be killed. Theoretically I'm first in line. A few times the Joker (yes, from Batman) stalks through the room, giggling at his plans for us. Maddie suggests just walking out the open door, but someone I don't recognize says that it would be hopeless to try. The Joker enters the room and says, “it's time.” Calmly I raise my head as he walks over to me, and he kills me in an indeterminate fashion. I don't remember what happens next, but moments later I'm leaving the church along with everyone else, alive and well. Amy and I happily wave goodbye to each other as we cross the grassy lawn out front. There were other, similarly uneasy sequences later on in my dreaming but that was the weirdest by far.
My body is ready. It's political rant time. I received a present from my aunt Kathy due to my liberal inclination and current major, political science. Like most of my family, she's a wonderful person and also heavily conservative, so my gift was a copy of Bill O'Reilly's Pinheads and Patriots. Doing my best to keep an open mind, I decided to read the book tonight, but already I could see rage on the horizon. I blew through it in a couple of hours and when all was said and done, surprise! It was pretty rage-inducing. I'll begin by saying it was quite articulate and well written, relatively reasonable, and didn't bash Obama for the most part. I will also say that it contained a fat load of tripe. It wasn't so much the overall message of the book – namely, that Obama's policies will probably but not definitely ruin our nation forever. No, I was bothered more by little things in the writing. First of all, O'Reilly likes to call people “Patriots” or “Pinheads” based on his own judgment system. He then calls Bernie Madoff “evil” (doing bad things for great incentive does not equal evil) and on the very next page says that he doesn't judge people based on their personal conduct. He goes on to state (without elaboration) that some of the reasons that America is going downhill are the legalization of soft drugs, gay marriage, and the decrease of organized religion. Italics are my own. Later, lightly tossed in among offenses such as fraud and felony, he lists “is an atheist” as a strike against George Soros. He also conveniently fails to recognize the religious unaffiliation of many of the Founding Fathers while singing their praises. I'm not an atheist, but you don't need to be religious to have a sense of right and wrong. He even calls Lincoln “the best president” due to his obsession with keeping the Union together, not acknowledging that self-determination is a considerable part of conservative philosophy, but then ranting about overpowered government. O'Reilly calls the Far Left “emotionally damaged” while occasionally calling out an egregiously hardline right-winger to give an appearance of balance. He criticizes Obama for trying to keep a cool demeanor when speaking on terrorism “when Americans are scared.” Dear Mr. O'Reilly: A great deal of Americans are ALWAYS scared. They panic about (insert Toy Story clip here) eeeeeeeeeeeeeverything. The author also likes to say “as you can see” and similar phrases inappropriately. Example, paraphrasing from memory: “JFK did well in his negotiation of the Cuban Missile Crisis and [another example or two]. However, he used people deceptively and did some bad things. [The sentence was that vague.] As you can see, JFK was not a great person.” No, I can't see. You gave no examples of what you were referring to, so your point is unsupported. Finally, O'Reilly's “Murrica: World Police” attitude shines through as he lionizes every military officer mentioned, excluding George Custer, and calls America “the noblest country in the world.” He talks smack about Obama's refusal to commit to a plan to take on Iran and defy every convention of diplomacy, then slams the “punk writer” that “sandbagged” Gen. Stanley McChrystal, despite the fact that the general gave an interview that cost him his job. While I greatly respect the military (and considered joining myself), that kind of blindly nationalist rhetoric is infuriating. I don't want to live on this planet any more.
My brother and I are sleeping on a wall-to-wall couch, and somehow it's the most comfortable thing in the world. After the aforementioned writing spree I slept for eleven and a half hours with occasional, brief interruptions. During this time I experienced what could only be called – with apologies to “The Book of Mormon” – a spooky Joker hell dream. It was one of those nightmares sans nightmare, where you should be more scared than you actually are. It was one of the longest dreams I've ever had and I've forgotten much of it, but one part is particularly vivid. I was sitting on a bench with several friends from Northeastern and home inside this church, along the wall. I'm at the head end; that is to say, the end farthest in. It's generally understood that we're waiting here to die. More precisely, we're waiting to be killed. Theoretically I'm first in line. A few times the Joker (yes, from Batman) stalks through the room, giggling at his plans for us. Maddie suggests just walking out the open door, but someone I don't recognize says that it would be hopeless to try. The Joker enters the room and says, “it's time.” Calmly I raise my head as he walks over to me, and he kills me in an indeterminate fashion. I don't remember what happens next, but moments later I'm leaving the church along with everyone else, alive and well. Amy and I happily wave goodbye to each other as we cross the grassy lawn out front. There were other, similarly uneasy sequences later on in my dreaming but that was the weirdest by far.
My body is ready. It's political rant time. I received a present from my aunt Kathy due to my liberal inclination and current major, political science. Like most of my family, she's a wonderful person and also heavily conservative, so my gift was a copy of Bill O'Reilly's Pinheads and Patriots. Doing my best to keep an open mind, I decided to read the book tonight, but already I could see rage on the horizon. I blew through it in a couple of hours and when all was said and done, surprise! It was pretty rage-inducing. I'll begin by saying it was quite articulate and well written, relatively reasonable, and didn't bash Obama for the most part. I will also say that it contained a fat load of tripe. It wasn't so much the overall message of the book – namely, that Obama's policies will probably but not definitely ruin our nation forever. No, I was bothered more by little things in the writing. First of all, O'Reilly likes to call people “Patriots” or “Pinheads” based on his own judgment system. He then calls Bernie Madoff “evil” (doing bad things for great incentive does not equal evil) and on the very next page says that he doesn't judge people based on their personal conduct. He goes on to state (without elaboration) that some of the reasons that America is going downhill are the legalization of soft drugs, gay marriage, and the decrease of organized religion. Italics are my own. Later, lightly tossed in among offenses such as fraud and felony, he lists “is an atheist” as a strike against George Soros. He also conveniently fails to recognize the religious unaffiliation of many of the Founding Fathers while singing their praises. I'm not an atheist, but you don't need to be religious to have a sense of right and wrong. He even calls Lincoln “the best president” due to his obsession with keeping the Union together, not acknowledging that self-determination is a considerable part of conservative philosophy, but then ranting about overpowered government. O'Reilly calls the Far Left “emotionally damaged” while occasionally calling out an egregiously hardline right-winger to give an appearance of balance. He criticizes Obama for trying to keep a cool demeanor when speaking on terrorism “when Americans are scared.” Dear Mr. O'Reilly: A great deal of Americans are ALWAYS scared. They panic about (insert Toy Story clip here) eeeeeeeeeeeeeverything. The author also likes to say “as you can see” and similar phrases inappropriately. Example, paraphrasing from memory: “JFK did well in his negotiation of the Cuban Missile Crisis and [another example or two]. However, he used people deceptively and did some bad things. [The sentence was that vague.] As you can see, JFK was not a great person.” No, I can't see. You gave no examples of what you were referring to, so your point is unsupported. Finally, O'Reilly's “Murrica: World Police” attitude shines through as he lionizes every military officer mentioned, excluding George Custer, and calls America “the noblest country in the world.” He talks smack about Obama's refusal to commit to a plan to take on Iran and defy every convention of diplomacy, then slams the “punk writer” that “sandbagged” Gen. Stanley McChrystal, despite the fact that the general gave an interview that cost him his job. While I greatly respect the military (and considered joining myself), that kind of blindly nationalist rhetoric is infuriating. I don't want to live on this planet any more.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
The Incredible Journey
This morning we left for Alfred, New York to see my father's side of the family. My brother caught me off guard in Sean-oflage this morning, which was momentarily unsettling due to me not being in Kansas. For those who are unaware, Sean often wears a sweatshirt with thick grey and black horizontal stripes; so often, in fact, that anyone wearing that design is automatically recognized as Sean.
After an hour or so, we drove through Prattsville, which was devastated by Hurricane Irene this year. The damage seemed surreal. Entire homes were washed away, and much destruction remained the way it had been dealt – collapsed buildings, downed trees, flooded areas. There was also an enormous pile, maybe sixty feet tall, of debris from the homes that had been wrecked. My father commented that there had been a pile of about a hundred cars next to it for some time. I'm grateful to live in an area that almost never experiences that sort of devastation.
About halfway we passed through Binghamton, which was experiencing its usual rainy/overcast weather. I dodged that bullet by choosing Northeastern over Binghamton University (really just a fancier SUNY), my mother's alma mater. Not a cent of legacy money, and I'm glad of it now. The city itself is horribly grey and depressing, and the campus reflects that mood in brick everything and general drabness. Also, it's in the middle of rural New York State, which raises instant red flags on its own.
It turned out that I didn't have to resort to my laptop at all. Instead, I read old issues of HANDY, The Conservationist and Cicada and listened to some Dan Savage podcasting goodness. Dan Savage is a prominent relationship advice columnist and gay rights activist, and has the funniest and most informative podcast I've come across. I recommend giving a listen to an episode or two; the beginning of #259 is more serious but very touching. Later I just put my iPod on shuffle, and my shuffle mojo displayed itself as “The Boys Are Back In Town” came on just as we entered Alfred. It's snowing gently here, and is beautiful as always. Hopefully I can get some pictures with my new point-n-shoot.
In computer news, I taught Ian to play TF2 on offline practice. Alas, no internet connection here. Like any nooblet, he favors the Heavy and Pyro and disdains the Demoman, but he shows promise. From midnight to five a.m. I worked on Iris' short story. I'm always stricken by the urge to create at the most inconvenient times, but it really is coming along now and I'm quite happy with it. Naturally I'll post it here pending Mandarin approval.
After an hour or so, we drove through Prattsville, which was devastated by Hurricane Irene this year. The damage seemed surreal. Entire homes were washed away, and much destruction remained the way it had been dealt – collapsed buildings, downed trees, flooded areas. There was also an enormous pile, maybe sixty feet tall, of debris from the homes that had been wrecked. My father commented that there had been a pile of about a hundred cars next to it for some time. I'm grateful to live in an area that almost never experiences that sort of devastation.
About halfway we passed through Binghamton, which was experiencing its usual rainy/overcast weather. I dodged that bullet by choosing Northeastern over Binghamton University (really just a fancier SUNY), my mother's alma mater. Not a cent of legacy money, and I'm glad of it now. The city itself is horribly grey and depressing, and the campus reflects that mood in brick everything and general drabness. Also, it's in the middle of rural New York State, which raises instant red flags on its own.
It turned out that I didn't have to resort to my laptop at all. Instead, I read old issues of HANDY, The Conservationist and Cicada and listened to some Dan Savage podcasting goodness. Dan Savage is a prominent relationship advice columnist and gay rights activist, and has the funniest and most informative podcast I've come across. I recommend giving a listen to an episode or two; the beginning of #259 is more serious but very touching. Later I just put my iPod on shuffle, and my shuffle mojo displayed itself as “The Boys Are Back In Town” came on just as we entered Alfred. It's snowing gently here, and is beautiful as always. Hopefully I can get some pictures with my new point-n-shoot.
In computer news, I taught Ian to play TF2 on offline practice. Alas, no internet connection here. Like any nooblet, he favors the Heavy and Pyro and disdains the Demoman, but he shows promise. From midnight to five a.m. I worked on Iris' short story. I'm always stricken by the urge to create at the most inconvenient times, but it really is coming along now and I'm quite happy with it. Naturally I'll post it here pending Mandarin approval.
Monday, December 26, 2011
CAULK THE WAGON AND FLOAT IT
Let me start this post out with some nightmare fuel. When I was young my family got a Winnie the Pooh direct-to-video film called The Search for Christopher Robin. I recall there were a lot of moments that were vaguely unsettling, though that particular movie never bothered me. (The Shining, on the other hand...) Recently I stumbled across the VHS while looking for movies to bring back to Northeastern, and found this tape. "Whoa!" I thought. "Blast from the past!" So I looked up a couple songs from the film. I found myself wondering why I hadn't been terrified watching it at five or six years old. If I can get our older VHS machine to work, I'll definitely bring it back along with the other 20-odd movies I collected.
Today was largely spent just relaxing and listening to music. Ian and I played some more Battlefront and I mercilessly wrecked him once again. Tomorrow we leave for Alfred, a small town in western New York where much of my father's side of the family lives. It's a five hour trip and the batteries on Lancelot last for about four, so I'm cooking up ideas for occupying that remaining hour. My current favorite is pretending I'm on the Oregon Trail. I could call out, "caulk the wagon and float it!" every time we cross running water, and pinch my brother repeatedly before informing him that he's died of dysentery. If I do survive this grueling trek, the odds are low that I'll find an internet-capable computer, so I might have to break my vow of "write every day even if nothing happens" for the next two or three. I can't wait until I'm at Northeastern with friends and interesting and funny things happen every other moment. For those of you reading, I admire your perseverance through these dark times in my blog. You deserve a cookie; ask and ye shall receive.
In fact, I have an Oregon Trail story. A few months ago I played with Katharine, Alexa and Matt at Katharine's house. We really got into the spirit of the West by killing at least four 500-pound buffalo on every hunting expedition, despite only being able to carry 200 at a time. "Our people aren't dying fast enough," observed Matt, so we began to engineer their deaths by decreasing rations and increasing pace every time someone got sick. However, we took our rivers very, very seriously. "Shut up, we're caulking the wagon" was soon heard at every single river that had to be crossed. I mean, was it really even an option? So anyway, Alexa started to fuss about this. "Why do we have to do that every time? Just ford the river!" said she. Being a giving friend, I briefly considered it and then caulked and floated the wagon. For the first time in the game, it tipped in the water. "Ha! I told you!" said Alexa. Then we saw the damage: no supplies lost, one person drowned. That person's name? Alexa. And so it came to pass that Oregon Trail punished my friend for her foolish insolence.
Today was largely spent just relaxing and listening to music. Ian and I played some more Battlefront and I mercilessly wrecked him once again. Tomorrow we leave for Alfred, a small town in western New York where much of my father's side of the family lives. It's a five hour trip and the batteries on Lancelot last for about four, so I'm cooking up ideas for occupying that remaining hour. My current favorite is pretending I'm on the Oregon Trail. I could call out, "caulk the wagon and float it!" every time we cross running water, and pinch my brother repeatedly before informing him that he's died of dysentery. If I do survive this grueling trek, the odds are low that I'll find an internet-capable computer, so I might have to break my vow of "write every day even if nothing happens" for the next two or three. I can't wait until I'm at Northeastern with friends and interesting and funny things happen every other moment. For those of you reading, I admire your perseverance through these dark times in my blog. You deserve a cookie; ask and ye shall receive.
In fact, I have an Oregon Trail story. A few months ago I played with Katharine, Alexa and Matt at Katharine's house. We really got into the spirit of the West by killing at least four 500-pound buffalo on every hunting expedition, despite only being able to carry 200 at a time. "Our people aren't dying fast enough," observed Matt, so we began to engineer their deaths by decreasing rations and increasing pace every time someone got sick. However, we took our rivers very, very seriously. "Shut up, we're caulking the wagon" was soon heard at every single river that had to be crossed. I mean, was it really even an option? So anyway, Alexa started to fuss about this. "Why do we have to do that every time? Just ford the river!" said she. Being a giving friend, I briefly considered it and then caulked and floated the wagon. For the first time in the game, it tipped in the water. "Ha! I told you!" said Alexa. Then we saw the damage: no supplies lost, one person drowned. That person's name? Alexa. And so it came to pass that Oregon Trail punished my friend for her foolish insolence.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
That Gift Is a Spy!
I was pleasantly surprised by how calm and pleasant my family's Christmas morning turned out to be. Ryan, as appropriate for a seven year old, lost it and ripped through his presents. The rest of us contented to lazily unwrap a couple of packages and absentmindedly drool a bit. A great deception took place, however. There seemed to be seven or eight more gifts than there actually were due to Ryan wrapping random household objects and placing them under the tree. He also gifted my father a comb, which was funny due to my father's lack of substantial hair. After a few more hours spent lounging, we went over to my grandmother's for dinner with the maternal extended family. As with all holiday dinners on that side, it was both quite nice and stupefyingly boring.
A cabaret night was put on by my high school this year, and Ian played a medley of the main theme from Forrest Gump, "Circle of Life," "Replay" by Iyaz, and "Empire State of Mind." The following link is his home recording of the last song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um7WuRNNjYw
A cabaret night was put on by my high school this year, and Ian played a medley of the main theme from Forrest Gump, "Circle of Life," "Replay" by Iyaz, and "Empire State of Mind." The following link is his home recording of the last song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um7WuRNNjYw
Saturday, December 24, 2011
No, Jesus. You Are Your Father!
With the exception of a few trinkets I picked up for my brothers a couple weeks ago, I accomplished all of my Christmas shopping today in under an hour. At a Rite Aid in Kingston, no less. After this glorious venture, the males of the family surprised my mother at work with flowers and returned home for oven pizza. Everyone went to Christmas Mass while I stayed home and just chilled. Having not been subjected to holiday music on the radio this year, I listened to my Derpy Herpidays playlist for just the second time today (the first was a few weeks ago.) Hence, while still hokey and trite, at least the tunes were bearable.
Ryan is incredibly excited for Santa Claus. Together we tracked him on NORAD, and his reaction was adorable. "He's in France right now." "I'd better get to bed then!" I even worked in a little geography lesson, teaching him about our location as it pertains to the Hudson River, the Atlantic and the rest of the United States. Ian and I then played some Star Wars Battlefront on the PS2 and I severely whupped him in most every map. I hope everyone is having a truly joyous break and holiday. Except Ian, who is a scrub at Battlefront and should be made fun of for losing.
Ryan is incredibly excited for Santa Claus. Together we tracked him on NORAD, and his reaction was adorable. "He's in France right now." "I'd better get to bed then!" I even worked in a little geography lesson, teaching him about our location as it pertains to the Hudson River, the Atlantic and the rest of the United States. Ian and I then played some Star Wars Battlefront on the PS2 and I severely whupped him in most every map. I hope everyone is having a truly joyous break and holiday. Except Ian, who is a scrub at Battlefront and should be made fun of for losing.
Friday, December 23, 2011
An Abundance of Chainsaws
We tried taking Christmas card photos of myself and my brothers a couple days ago, but thanks to my father being a technosaur, the film (!) was double exposed. Some of the photos turned out suitable for art pieces, but obviously not useful for those apple-pie loving, American-values cards for the family. Hence, after yesterday's rain, we had a harrowing photo shoot today where nobody was in a good mood. My father would sit there for two minutes, entirely motionless, and then snap a shot the instant someone moved or spoke. He also tried to pose Ryan on the deck railing at one point and nearly threw him off the balcony. That is a slight exaggeration, for my father is a competent father, but the fear in my heart was real.
Around six o'clock, I went over to Logan's for a deliciously juicy steak-strip and tater tot dinner with Dr. Pepper, followed by a generous slice of scrumptious, chocolate-iced yellow cake. Once we were sufficiently engorged, Logan, Steve (his father and my Uncle Daddy), Sully (his little brother/resident terror) and myself engaged in a rousing game of HeroClix sans heroes. By the luck of the draw I ended up with the ultra kewl Gears of War team. This resulted in several THRASHBALL jokes. Logan got the Halo guys, Sully got the GoW villains, and Steve played the lamer Flood team. When I say that "Sully" had this team or the other, I really mean that Logan and I argued about which of us he was going to attack at any given time; this is due both to his frequent wanderings/distractions and to his age (four.) Consequently, Logan and I were both hideously wrecked at the end of the game despite having solid team builds, while half of Sully's was quite intact.
Quotes of the day: Us reading the stand-in titles for various game abilities. "Willpower" is by far the most egregious. "READY TO DIE" "FINISH THE FIGHT" "SLAVE TO THE GRAVEMIND"
"Guide From the Rear" was pretty funny, as well.
Around six o'clock, I went over to Logan's for a deliciously juicy steak-strip and tater tot dinner with Dr. Pepper, followed by a generous slice of scrumptious, chocolate-iced yellow cake. Once we were sufficiently engorged, Logan, Steve (his father and my Uncle Daddy), Sully (his little brother/resident terror) and myself engaged in a rousing game of HeroClix sans heroes. By the luck of the draw I ended up with the ultra kewl Gears of War team. This resulted in several THRASHBALL jokes. Logan got the Halo guys, Sully got the GoW villains, and Steve played the lamer Flood team. When I say that "Sully" had this team or the other, I really mean that Logan and I argued about which of us he was going to attack at any given time; this is due both to his frequent wanderings/distractions and to his age (four.) Consequently, Logan and I were both hideously wrecked at the end of the game despite having solid team builds, while half of Sully's was quite intact.
Quotes of the day: Us reading the stand-in titles for various game abilities. "Willpower" is by far the most egregious. "READY TO DIE" "FINISH THE FIGHT" "SLAVE TO THE GRAVEMIND"
"Guide From the Rear" was pretty funny, as well.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Manual Labor
I received a handmade "happy holidays" card from Iris this morning, which was very pleasant. My mother gushed a bit over her handwriting and asked me for probably the fourth time if Iris knew Joseph. (I don't know.) This is a motivation to put in more work on The Good Doctor, and soon. It'll definitely be done before the end of winter break.
Work with my father went on for about three hours up in Woodstock. Mainly, I helped him move a great deal of crushed stone and soil with the consistency of clay. This reminded me to get working out again, so there should be deck workouts on my radar in the next couple of days. I had to leave around twelve for a dentist appointment. Have I mentioned I love my dentist? "Andrewwww! How aaare youuu?" Dentist visits don't usually bother me much, and that clean teeth feel is pretty great. I even found a use for that "clench your left thumb really hard to kill your gag reflex" trick -- Dr. Zhang needed a couple x-rays with this awkward object in my mouth, and I was glad to know that piece of useless information.
On the way home, my mother and I stopped at the Ulster County SPCA to look at prospective dogs for Ryan. It's all he ever talks about. We saw three lab-something mixes that were taken from a high-kill kennel in the South, and then a dachshund-terrier hot dog mix named Stanley who's apparently the most fearless dog ever -- he bit a pit bull named Bubba in the face, we were told. After a moment of hilarity over "a pit bull named Bubba," we got going. The night was quiet, and the rain outside belied the fact that Christmas is in two days.
Quote of the day: "They bitch about money, but they've got it all and they're hard on the Gentile." - my father being very politically incorrect
Work with my father went on for about three hours up in Woodstock. Mainly, I helped him move a great deal of crushed stone and soil with the consistency of clay. This reminded me to get working out again, so there should be deck workouts on my radar in the next couple of days. I had to leave around twelve for a dentist appointment. Have I mentioned I love my dentist? "Andrewwww! How aaare youuu?" Dentist visits don't usually bother me much, and that clean teeth feel is pretty great. I even found a use for that "clench your left thumb really hard to kill your gag reflex" trick -- Dr. Zhang needed a couple x-rays with this awkward object in my mouth, and I was glad to know that piece of useless information.
On the way home, my mother and I stopped at the Ulster County SPCA to look at prospective dogs for Ryan. It's all he ever talks about. We saw three lab-something mixes that were taken from a high-kill kennel in the South, and then a dachshund-terrier hot dog mix named Stanley who's apparently the most fearless dog ever -- he bit a pit bull named Bubba in the face, we were told. After a moment of hilarity over "a pit bull named Bubba," we got going. The night was quiet, and the rain outside belied the fact that Christmas is in two days.
Quote of the day: "They bitch about money, but they've got it all and they're hard on the Gentile." - my father being very politically incorrect
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Piano Man
Instead of going into school, Matt and I stayed home to sleep. Eventually, we dragged ourselves out of bed to go to my old stomping ground, Grant D. Morse Elementary School. In sixth grade Matt organized something called the Show You Care raffle, which is a combination food drive and toy raffle. This basically makes him better than everyone except vegans, but he's really bashful about it and says he isn't that involved any more, or something. Heroes lead by example, not by words, after all.
After visiting Ms. Zicot, my old librarian, and Mrs. Sullivan, one of my sixth grade teachers, I returned home. A gentleman named Mr. Schoenfeld came to fix up our piano, which was exciting. This piano was a gift; it sat unplayed for decades and we moved it 250 miles. Some of the hammers actually hit two strings and the sound was hideous; after the tuner's first visit, the piano sounded gorgeous. This time, Ian and I helped him remove the action from the piano and blow out all the dust with an air compressor and shop vac; we did the same for the rest of the piano, sans action. He then tuned it and took his leave, but with all the work that old war horse needs, he'll probably be back before long.
I'm working with my father on a writer's house tomorrow, so I'm not staying up too late. I'm going to relax by playing some Civ 2 and listening to Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, like a boss. Stay tuned for my escapades in carpentry tomorrow.
After visiting Ms. Zicot, my old librarian, and Mrs. Sullivan, one of my sixth grade teachers, I returned home. A gentleman named Mr. Schoenfeld came to fix up our piano, which was exciting. This piano was a gift; it sat unplayed for decades and we moved it 250 miles. Some of the hammers actually hit two strings and the sound was hideous; after the tuner's first visit, the piano sounded gorgeous. This time, Ian and I helped him remove the action from the piano and blow out all the dust with an air compressor and shop vac; we did the same for the rest of the piano, sans action. He then tuned it and took his leave, but with all the work that old war horse needs, he'll probably be back before long.
I'm working with my father on a writer's house tomorrow, so I'm not staying up too late. I'm going to relax by playing some Civ 2 and listening to Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, like a boss. Stay tuned for my escapades in carpentry tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Supah Ossum Sleep Ovah
I went over to Matt's once more to stay over and hopefully go in and harass some teachers. He tried to convince me to go swimming in a nearby creek, but I wasn't up for it this particular night. Soon enough we will subject ourselves to that torture. Probably next week. Anyway, after his failure in that effort, we settled in. "I won't fall asleep," he assured me. One Bohren & der Club of Gore album later, he was fast asleep. Obviously it would be a night to remember. Sighing, I played Skyrim on his PS3 for five or six hours. At one point I washed my hands (real life, not the game) and his unusually high-powered soap dispenser shot onto my clothing. Later, I arched my back and my body cracked loudly in six or seven places consecutively, which was both cool and mildly unsettling. All in all, anticlimax was the word of the day.
Quote of the day: "We don't run the night. We are the night, bitches." - Matt
Not to mention: "So some girls just do it with girls, not mixed?" - my mother, referring to chorus
Quote of the day: "We don't run the night. We are the night, bitches." - Matt
Not to mention: "So some girls just do it with girls, not mixed?" - my mother, referring to chorus
Monday, December 19, 2011
Back In the 845
Have I mentioned that demons come by night to visit me, once in a while? Self-doubt is my favorite, for he is very powerful and very old -- about as old as me. There are the brothers two, regret and sorrow, who make an appearance every so often. There are a great host of others, as well -- distrust, contempt, worry. Some nights I really feel like a broken ace. Last night really was one of those nights.
Dispensing with that, I threw myself out of bed at half past one today. I saw my younger brother, Ryan, off the school bus at three. Seeing as it was a few degrees warmer today, I bundled up and cleaned some of my father's garage/workshop to avoid doing my own work. I am a very efficient procrastinator. I also got some work in on Iris' story, The Good Doctor.
For my evening entertainment, I attended the Saugerties choir concert. On the way there, Matt and I rocked out "The Judge's Return" from Sweeney Todd, complete with screams of pain and flaming jazz hands. I annoyed my absolutely fantastic choir and band teacher, Ms. Trees, and helped the senior high choir warm up. I was also pleasantly surprised that one of the junior high choruses performed "Simple Gifts," which brought back memories of "A Copland Tribute" in band my junior year. Also, it made me think of Rick Perry with a derisive chuckle. During the senior high portion of the show, I made a glorious comeback during the presentation of the gifts to Trees; attired in the blue choral robes, I inconspicuously accompanied the choir officers out on stage and presented flowers to the accompanist. After catching up with many friends, Matt and I left with Ian to begin the journey home.
We stopped at McDonald's and I gobbled twenty of Matt's twenty McNuggets. Resuming the drive, we contented ourselves with shouting random quotes from Spirited Away. "Here comes the rich man, he's very hard to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there's plenty there to kiss!" Ian even did me proud with a Hunchback quote in his best Tony Jay voice: "Look at that disgusting display." Matt and I finished the evening with one of our famous sit-in-my-driveway-for-hours-in-the-car discussions. It was a great night, all things considered.
Quotes of the day:
Matt: "It's not like you had your sex antenna emitting waves."
Me: "...Are you talking about my penis?"
Matt: "NOOOO, it was a bad metaphor!" [a minute passes] "Emergency frequency, calling all orifices."
Additionally, several introductions.
Ian - My older younger brother. He's sixteen and all that that entails. He wants to match my facial hair but can only call forth a pitiful neckbeard. Also, he is hedging between taking choir and computer video production II. If he chooses the latter, it may spell cultural death for him. Also, he smells.
Ryan - My younger younger brother. He's seven and all that that entails. So pretty much the cutest thing ever, complete with little signs that he puts up all over the house with adorable misspellings. Also, he really wants a dog.
Mother - My mother's a supervising nurse at Kingston Hospital and she loves to tell me how I'm not fulfilling any of my responsibilities (spoiler: she's right.) She bakes awesome cookies once in a while and does a lot of crossword puzzles. She hoards a lot of stuff and every table in our house turns into a shelf about a second after it's clear.
Father - My father is a self-employed carpenter. If you're in upstate New York and you live in it, he probably built it or knows a guy who worked on it. He's part of the reason that I like most of the movies and music that I do: an early gift was a pair of CDs, namely Genesis and Rush albums.
Matt - One of my best friends, we go back farther than all but one of my friends. You know those Trojan condom commercials that are like, "get closer than ever before"? We're that close. Except metaphorically, not physically. Like brothers, but brothers who can talk about awkward things and sing a lot of showtunes together. We're pretty much the Riders of Brohan. There is never a dull moment when we're together. Also, he lives vicariously through this blog, is probably following everyone else's and can't wait to meet all my 9F friends.
Logan - The more recently acquainted of my brotato chips. Put simply, Logan is a badass. It's an intangible sort of thing. Except the killer physique and large hands that were probably designed by Slapaho Co., Int. Since becoming choirbros last year, we've had many a grand time playing with younger brother Sullivan's Nerf guns and hanging out in the Brothel, the garage in his backyard.
Katharine - My friend, the valedictorian. I never thought I'd say those words, but here we are. Katharine is an appreciably down-to-earth and modest person for her lofty position. She also rocks on the trumpet and I was proud to play second chair to her last year despite being a year senior. Her basement is an awesome man cave and is replete with gaming accessories. Her pool was the setting of a pre-Northeastern goodbye gathering with Matt, Alexa and I. Not that we're just friends for the cool stuff, or anything.
Alexa - A total sweetheart and wonderful alto singer. She has a tinkling, contagious laugh and does entertainingly dumb things sometimes, despite being quite a brain. Choir wouldn't have been the same without her help in saying aggravating things to Trees at inappropriate moments. Also, her dresses look pretty dashing on me, as we found out during some shenanigans at Katharine's.
Fallows - Among the youngest of my friends, Fallows has a presence of mind far beyond her years. That sounds really condescending, but she's one of the most mature people I know, which is not to say that I know a lot of mature people. I've had some great one-sided conversations with her over the past couple of years. We met in Cross Country and have been thick as thieves ever since. Again, this is just an idiom; she's pretty much skin and bones. Since I almost never use her first name, this should be the only friend I refer to by last name in this setting.
Sara - Also known as Best Friend, capitals required. Sara and I have a wonderfully antagonistic friendship and I cherish every moment. Example: We're driving around in her car. "Sara, roll down the window." "Why?" "Just do it. ...have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior?" My career as the ramblin', preachin' Holy Roller ended quickly, but it was great while it lasted. Sara and I were track, French and choir buddies, so we got to see each other nearly all of the time. We even went to In the Heights together!
Dispensing with that, I threw myself out of bed at half past one today. I saw my younger brother, Ryan, off the school bus at three. Seeing as it was a few degrees warmer today, I bundled up and cleaned some of my father's garage/workshop to avoid doing my own work. I am a very efficient procrastinator. I also got some work in on Iris' story, The Good Doctor.
For my evening entertainment, I attended the Saugerties choir concert. On the way there, Matt and I rocked out "The Judge's Return" from Sweeney Todd, complete with screams of pain and flaming jazz hands. I annoyed my absolutely fantastic choir and band teacher, Ms. Trees, and helped the senior high choir warm up. I was also pleasantly surprised that one of the junior high choruses performed "Simple Gifts," which brought back memories of "A Copland Tribute" in band my junior year. Also, it made me think of Rick Perry with a derisive chuckle. During the senior high portion of the show, I made a glorious comeback during the presentation of the gifts to Trees; attired in the blue choral robes, I inconspicuously accompanied the choir officers out on stage and presented flowers to the accompanist. After catching up with many friends, Matt and I left with Ian to begin the journey home.
We stopped at McDonald's and I gobbled twenty of Matt's twenty McNuggets. Resuming the drive, we contented ourselves with shouting random quotes from Spirited Away. "Here comes the rich man, he's very hard to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there's plenty there to kiss!" Ian even did me proud with a Hunchback quote in his best Tony Jay voice: "Look at that disgusting display." Matt and I finished the evening with one of our famous sit-in-my-driveway-for-hours-in-the-car discussions. It was a great night, all things considered.
Quotes of the day:
Matt: "It's not like you had your sex antenna emitting waves."
Me: "...Are you talking about my penis?"
Matt: "NOOOO, it was a bad metaphor!" [a minute passes] "Emergency frequency, calling all orifices."
Additionally, several introductions.
Ian - My older younger brother. He's sixteen and all that that entails. He wants to match my facial hair but can only call forth a pitiful neckbeard. Also, he is hedging between taking choir and computer video production II. If he chooses the latter, it may spell cultural death for him. Also, he smells.
Ryan - My younger younger brother. He's seven and all that that entails. So pretty much the cutest thing ever, complete with little signs that he puts up all over the house with adorable misspellings. Also, he really wants a dog.
Mother - My mother's a supervising nurse at Kingston Hospital and she loves to tell me how I'm not fulfilling any of my responsibilities (spoiler: she's right.) She bakes awesome cookies once in a while and does a lot of crossword puzzles. She hoards a lot of stuff and every table in our house turns into a shelf about a second after it's clear.
Father - My father is a self-employed carpenter. If you're in upstate New York and you live in it, he probably built it or knows a guy who worked on it. He's part of the reason that I like most of the movies and music that I do: an early gift was a pair of CDs, namely Genesis and Rush albums.
Matt - One of my best friends, we go back farther than all but one of my friends. You know those Trojan condom commercials that are like, "get closer than ever before"? We're that close. Except metaphorically, not physically. Like brothers, but brothers who can talk about awkward things and sing a lot of showtunes together. We're pretty much the Riders of Brohan. There is never a dull moment when we're together. Also, he lives vicariously through this blog, is probably following everyone else's and can't wait to meet all my 9F friends.
Logan - The more recently acquainted of my brotato chips. Put simply, Logan is a badass. It's an intangible sort of thing. Except the killer physique and large hands that were probably designed by Slapaho Co., Int. Since becoming choirbros last year, we've had many a grand time playing with younger brother Sullivan's Nerf guns and hanging out in the Brothel, the garage in his backyard.
Katharine - My friend, the valedictorian. I never thought I'd say those words, but here we are. Katharine is an appreciably down-to-earth and modest person for her lofty position. She also rocks on the trumpet and I was proud to play second chair to her last year despite being a year senior. Her basement is an awesome man cave and is replete with gaming accessories. Her pool was the setting of a pre-Northeastern goodbye gathering with Matt, Alexa and I. Not that we're just friends for the cool stuff, or anything.
Alexa - A total sweetheart and wonderful alto singer. She has a tinkling, contagious laugh and does entertainingly dumb things sometimes, despite being quite a brain. Choir wouldn't have been the same without her help in saying aggravating things to Trees at inappropriate moments. Also, her dresses look pretty dashing on me, as we found out during some shenanigans at Katharine's.
Fallows - Among the youngest of my friends, Fallows has a presence of mind far beyond her years. That sounds really condescending, but she's one of the most mature people I know, which is not to say that I know a lot of mature people. I've had some great one-sided conversations with her over the past couple of years. We met in Cross Country and have been thick as thieves ever since. Again, this is just an idiom; she's pretty much skin and bones. Since I almost never use her first name, this should be the only friend I refer to by last name in this setting.
Sara - Also known as Best Friend, capitals required. Sara and I have a wonderfully antagonistic friendship and I cherish every moment. Example: We're driving around in her car. "Sara, roll down the window." "Why?" "Just do it. ...have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior?" My career as the ramblin', preachin' Holy Roller ended quickly, but it was great while it lasted. Sara and I were track, French and choir buddies, so we got to see each other nearly all of the time. We even went to In the Heights together!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Excessive Fingore
Seeing as we live only forty minutes apart, Jaimie and I are definitely making plans at some point over this break and bringing posses. I did get to see Katharine today, and after some noir jazz and Magic School Bus in the car, we chilled out and watched The Good, the Bad, the Weird. I got my nom on with some Reese's and Milky Ways left over from Halloween and bid adieu around nine. The kiddies have school tomorrow, you see. Hopefully I can go in at some point this week and bother Van der Poel, Trees, Cacchillo and Madame Gore. If someone has to let me in the back door like I did for Peter last year, so be it.
Attention: this is the "nobody cares" paragraph. It's an odd coincidence, but since watching that movie for the first time (repeat screening in IV definitely in the works) I've seen a lot of things with Finger Chopper-esque moments in them. First was the "Meet the Spy" TF2 video, specifically the part where the titular Spy takes out the Sniper. Then Kick-Ass had that scene where Hit Girl goes up against the crime boss with a little knife. Doghouse had a scene with actual finger removal. Next we watched Pan's Labyrinth again, and I was like "wait a second..." when Mercedes cut up the Captain. And finally, I watched some of Quantum of Solace with my brother Ian last night, and the heroine-Bond-girl-thing uses a piece of obsidian on this evil general and slashes him like 5 times with it. It's probably my subconscious saying, "we need to watch this one again, and soon."
I finally got around to my Trace evaluations today. The emails were sounding pretty desperate. Pathetic, in fact. "You can make the difference to get over 50% participation!" Later ones were entirely in capital letters. Additionally, I reserved a spot at the Frozen Fenway game on January 14, so my Rageous Band pals ought to do the same -- wink, wink. Now on to attempting to write a story for Iris, who is the neediest person I know.
Attention: this is the "nobody cares" paragraph. It's an odd coincidence, but since watching that movie for the first time (repeat screening in IV definitely in the works) I've seen a lot of things with Finger Chopper-esque moments in them. First was the "Meet the Spy" TF2 video, specifically the part where the titular Spy takes out the Sniper. Then Kick-Ass had that scene where Hit Girl goes up against the crime boss with a little knife. Doghouse had a scene with actual finger removal. Next we watched Pan's Labyrinth again, and I was like "wait a second..." when Mercedes cut up the Captain. And finally, I watched some of Quantum of Solace with my brother Ian last night, and the heroine-Bond-girl-thing uses a piece of obsidian on this evil general and slashes him like 5 times with it. It's probably my subconscious saying, "we need to watch this one again, and soon."
I finally got around to my Trace evaluations today. The emails were sounding pretty desperate. Pathetic, in fact. "You can make the difference to get over 50% participation!" Later ones were entirely in capital letters. Additionally, I reserved a spot at the Frozen Fenway game on January 14, so my Rageous Band pals ought to do the same -- wink, wink. Now on to attempting to write a story for Iris, who is the neediest person I know.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The End of the Innocence
My god, Northeastern made me forget that my room isn't heated. It's cold as balls in the morning, and it's almost impossible to get out of my bed seeing as I can't just swing my legs out of it (five and a half feet off the floor). Upstate New York's winters are pretty awesome, but I need to get pajamas of some sort. For brunch I made a sandwich without a sandwich, that is to say, a beefy slice of turkey with a piece of American cheese on top. All this was held carelessly in my hand. I'm just too cool for bread. Which is actually true, because I was too cold and lazy to get the bread and a plate out.
We had dinner at my aunt Judy and uncle Steve's place in Kingston. We were joined by some aunts and my grandmother. Stuffed shells and meatballs with sparkling cider, nyaga -- meal of kings. At one point, my great-aunt was discussing the unfamiliarity of her cell phone. "I'm not used to it when it goes off, I realize 'that's mine!' and by the time I get it out it's over." I was so close to saying "sounds like my first time," and then I remembered the present company. For shame, Northeasterners. You let me do this to myself.
In more somber news, Vertis Logistics' local branch is closing in January. This company prints those advertisement inserts for newspapers from New Jersey to Maine, and its shutdown here means the end of one of the single biggest industries in Saugerties, if not the biggest. That's one hundred and fifty jobs lost, and another blow to our already weak local economy.
Once home I prepared my battlestation: my laptop, Lancelot; my external hard drive, Oscar; our geriatric desktop computer; and my headphones and speakers. Thus begins my internet adventure.
We had dinner at my aunt Judy and uncle Steve's place in Kingston. We were joined by some aunts and my grandmother. Stuffed shells and meatballs with sparkling cider, nyaga -- meal of kings. At one point, my great-aunt was discussing the unfamiliarity of her cell phone. "I'm not used to it when it goes off, I realize 'that's mine!' and by the time I get it out it's over." I was so close to saying "sounds like my first time," and then I remembered the present company. For shame, Northeasterners. You let me do this to myself.
In more somber news, Vertis Logistics' local branch is closing in January. This company prints those advertisement inserts for newspapers from New Jersey to Maine, and its shutdown here means the end of one of the single biggest industries in Saugerties, if not the biggest. That's one hundred and fifty jobs lost, and another blow to our already weak local economy.
Once home I prepared my battlestation: my laptop, Lancelot; my external hard drive, Oscar; our geriatric desktop computer; and my headphones and speakers. Thus begins my internet adventure.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Legs and Throats Chopped; Fingers To Come Later, Say Informed Sources
I arose at three o'clock to spend some more time with Matt. We watched Dr. Horrible, which he was appalled by, and then Saw, which was surprisingly good and not at all the torture porn I expected. Afterward, we hunted around on Facebook and I successfully got him to delete seven friends, with more to go in coming days. There is a lower limit of five likes on every one of his statuses, even the song lyric ones. I hate you, Matt. On the way home we had a much-needed Sweeney Todd sing along of greatness.
Quote of the day:
[reading] "'I really just want to go through facebook, look at girls' statuses and write 'no one fucking cares' on every single one of them.'? No one fucking cares." - Matt
So. Here I am reading a journal I've been keeping since seventh grade, and some of these entries are just plain depressing. I mean holy crap, this is some emo bullshit. MCR lyrics? Copy-pasted personality quiz results? And all the references to MySpace? I have noticed that the entries get markedly better as I start quoting people and letting them be funny for me, so that's a blessing, at least. Enjoy the read. Or cry blood. That is also a valid option.
September 18, 2006
Started reading Tolkien book today. He had an interesting life. The day went faster than I expected. Matt has a new computer now. [redacted] asked me to the dance today. I said no. Not much else happening lately.
January 2, 2007
Matt sprained his foot playing DDR.
January 30, 2007
I dreamed that I woke to my alarm, then I actually woke to my alarm.
June 23, 2007
Checked MySpace today. Again.
July 7, 2007
Nothing to report.
November 8, 2007
Went to Fall Sports Banquet at 6:00. Our team is slightly larger than the Football team!
Dreamed about XC last night. We practiced at night under the orange lights near a strange lit building. Carsen joined the team. Inside the school, [redacted], wearing a concrete suit, threw concrete board erasers while Coach Smith looked indifferently on.
"You're just odd. You're an odd person, Andy." -Seth
November 19, 2007
"Your cells are like little mobsters. You don't pay back your bookie, he breaks your legs!" -Mr. Perpetua
MRS. DARGAN: ...the sexy scenes.
KEITH: What?
MRS. DARGAN: The sexy scenes!
KEITH: What's that mean?
MRS. DARGAN: You'll probably never know with an attitude like that.
December 6, 2007
"This is the only actual footage that has survived until this time." -Mr. Russell, on a video showing gladiators
January 15, 2008
"Mendel - the pimpest monk of them all!" -Sean [redacted]
September 16, 2009
"You're making me jealous. You won't like me when I'm jealous." -Peter as "Gay Hulk"
"I love a good hooker story." -Ms. Lanni
October 24, 2009
4th place at the Cahill Cares Classic, first place to Klaus. Fallows and Catherine were also there. Soaked.
"You don't want the gun going backwards at the same velocity as the bullet, that would rip your shoulder right off...and that would probably ruin your day." -Mr. Van der Poel
October 14, 2010
"It's like eating lots of little babies. And when you bite them they pop." -Mr. Tuccillo, on caviar
Quote of the day:
[reading] "'I really just want to go through facebook, look at girls' statuses and write 'no one fucking cares' on every single one of them.'? No one fucking cares." - Matt
So. Here I am reading a journal I've been keeping since seventh grade, and some of these entries are just plain depressing. I mean holy crap, this is some emo bullshit. MCR lyrics? Copy-pasted personality quiz results? And all the references to MySpace? I have noticed that the entries get markedly better as I start quoting people and letting them be funny for me, so that's a blessing, at least. Enjoy the read. Or cry blood. That is also a valid option.
September 18, 2006
Started reading Tolkien book today. He had an interesting life. The day went faster than I expected. Matt has a new computer now. [redacted] asked me to the dance today. I said no. Not much else happening lately.
January 2, 2007
Matt sprained his foot playing DDR.
January 30, 2007
I dreamed that I woke to my alarm, then I actually woke to my alarm.
June 23, 2007
Checked MySpace today. Again.
July 7, 2007
Nothing to report.
November 8, 2007
Went to Fall Sports Banquet at 6:00. Our team is slightly larger than the Football team!
Dreamed about XC last night. We practiced at night under the orange lights near a strange lit building. Carsen joined the team. Inside the school, [redacted], wearing a concrete suit, threw concrete board erasers while Coach Smith looked indifferently on.
"You're just odd. You're an odd person, Andy." -Seth
November 19, 2007
"Your cells are like little mobsters. You don't pay back your bookie, he breaks your legs!" -Mr. Perpetua
MRS. DARGAN: ...the sexy scenes.
KEITH: What?
MRS. DARGAN: The sexy scenes!
KEITH: What's that mean?
MRS. DARGAN: You'll probably never know with an attitude like that.
December 6, 2007
"This is the only actual footage that has survived until this time." -Mr. Russell, on a video showing gladiators
January 15, 2008
"Mendel - the pimpest monk of them all!" -Sean [redacted]
September 16, 2009
"You're making me jealous. You won't like me when I'm jealous." -Peter as "Gay Hulk"
"I love a good hooker story." -Ms. Lanni
October 24, 2009
4th place at the Cahill Cares Classic, first place to Klaus. Fallows and Catherine were also there. Soaked.
"You don't want the gun going backwards at the same velocity as the bullet, that would rip your shoulder right off...and that would probably ruin your day." -Mr. Van der Poel
October 14, 2010
"It's like eating lots of little babies. And when you bite them they pop." -Mr. Tuccillo, on caviar
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Do Your Part To Feed the Tarps
Today I said a few goodbyes and left IV for the Empire State. The ride home was uneventful outside of me singing along with lots of songs. Once home, I was joined by my best friend, Matt. We called Jaimie, Iris and Shandana to talk about how great we are, gobbled up chocolate chip cookies and listened to Florence and the Machine. We also discovered that we're afraid of the dark, as usual. It's very dark, windy and rainy tonight, and there are a lot of flapping tarps and tree branches around here that look very much like hoboes with blunt instruments. I swear.
And for your reading pleasure, a short dream from last night.
I'm at my old workplace, a summer camp up in the Catskill Mountains. I'm totally naked and creeping down the rocky dirt road toward the nature lodge, where I worked as assistant director. I'm quitting this job for some reason, and I have it in my head to steal as much loot as possible prior to leaving. The door is unlocked, so I get inside and turn on the light. It streams out of the screen windows -- their covers are raised to the ceiling -- but I pay it no mind. I will be done here quickly. Looking over the objects on the desk, I see various apparatuses of interest and gear meant for unknown purposes. Just as I get ready to grab and go, Brian the ranger drives by in his work truck. I swear and haul it out the back door, but he saw the light and knows there's mischief afoot. Backing up, he shines a flashlight down the hill the lodge is situated on, but I've already run to the other side of the building. Just when I think I'm safe, two or three more vehicles arrive on the scene, high beams on and hunting for the thief. Hearing calling voices, I dive for the woods by the nature trail, but a white SUV catches me in its headlights. Blinded, I stumble into the underbrush and awake.
And for your reading pleasure, a short dream from last night.
I'm at my old workplace, a summer camp up in the Catskill Mountains. I'm totally naked and creeping down the rocky dirt road toward the nature lodge, where I worked as assistant director. I'm quitting this job for some reason, and I have it in my head to steal as much loot as possible prior to leaving. The door is unlocked, so I get inside and turn on the light. It streams out of the screen windows -- their covers are raised to the ceiling -- but I pay it no mind. I will be done here quickly. Looking over the objects on the desk, I see various apparatuses of interest and gear meant for unknown purposes. Just as I get ready to grab and go, Brian the ranger drives by in his work truck. I swear and haul it out the back door, but he saw the light and knows there's mischief afoot. Backing up, he shines a flashlight down the hill the lodge is situated on, but I've already run to the other side of the building. Just when I think I'm safe, two or three more vehicles arrive on the scene, high beams on and hunting for the thief. Hearing calling voices, I dive for the woods by the nature trail, but a white SUV catches me in its headlights. Blinded, I stumble into the underbrush and awake.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Shortest Post In History Found; "That's What She Said" Experts Unable To Contain Enthusiasm
It is time. A True Gentleman has been uploaded to YouTube in three parts. All glory to the LGL. Part one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksyxraHE598
A new blog has arrived: Sabrina's. You can find it here (http://thusgrowsthetaleofwonderland.blogspot.com) or on the Pages list to the right.
After twelve hours of work, my best works portfolio, "mind.lightning", is complete and turned in. My first semester at Northeastern is over. And surprise, I'm leaving tomorrow rather than Friday, so a tearful goodbye to anyone I don't get to visit. I spent my last waking moments with Shannon, Shandana, Laura, Sarah and Sabrina (yes, lots of S's) attempting to watch Fargo, failing, and just relaxing and talking about hostels.
A new blog has arrived: Sabrina's. You can find it here (http://thusgrowsthetaleofwonderland.blogspot.com) or on the Pages list to the right.
After twelve hours of work, my best works portfolio, "mind.lightning", is complete and turned in. My first semester at Northeastern is over. And surprise, I'm leaving tomorrow rather than Friday, so a tearful goodbye to anyone I don't get to visit. I spent my last waking moments with Shannon, Shandana, Laura, Sarah and Sabrina (yes, lots of S's) attempting to watch Fargo, failing, and just relaxing and talking about hostels.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Zombie Contingency Plans
Today, my calculus professor redeemed himself. I woke early to program my calculator, and fell back asleep with the mentality that I didn't actually need to be up yet. I forgot to reset the alarm, though, and woke 45 minutes late for my two hour final. My professor gave me extra time to complete it in his office, and I may just have passed. Time will tell. Of course he was still a pretty poor educator, but the pure bro nature of that move earned him my forgiveness. And he is the loudest coffee slurper I've ever heard. Related, I lent Jaimie my lucky key for her two finals this morning. Perhaps she needed it more than me.
After a drought of some days, I rejoined the Team Fortress 2 community in a rousing series of games with Sean. We're a pretty unstoppable Soldier-Spy combo, just saying. It was pleasing to get back into it -- crushing scrubs' heads with your thighs is good for your e-self esteem. The third point of the TF2 awesomeness triangle, Alaric, has since left IV for vacation, but I would like to mention how extremely jelly I am of his The Incredibles-watching and bath-taking at home. Related, I need to go through and change all the movie titles I've mentioned to italics rather than quotes.
The men of the 9th floor are 78% more likely to survive a woman-zombie infestation now that I have put together a diagram of the floor mapping out the threat levels of each female, should they be zombified. I owe much of it to the help of Ben, Sean, Sabrina, Laura, Meredith and others. Up next: rankings in male survivability. Keep your eyes peeled. Which is a disgusting idiom when you think about it.
One last obstacle stands in my way. I have a ten-piece college writing portfolio due before four o'clock tomorrow. I slept for three or four hours this evening before Angel, Sean, Iris and I viewed Pan's Labyrinth, so I don't think I will be sleeping tonight. Bring it on, analytical essays. Also, Heather finally returned my ceramic sarcophagus, which contains most of my markers and highlighters. Unfortunately she came by while I slept, so I missed the opportunity to thank her. I am writing this entry at 2:20 AM, Iris is passed out here and I'm listening to Modest Mouse's beautifully understated "Make Everyone Happy / Mechanical Birds." The relaxation vibe is tangible. Time to work.
Dear possibly nonexistent higher power, I am grateful for my floor buddies. When I have a bad day, I can always count on them to say inexplicably funny things and cheer me up. Quotes of the day:
"What is up with all the fooding in this room, always?!" - Akash
[watching a ridiculous kung fu flick in the dining hall] "Better get our CGI money in!" - Sean
"'Boned'? That is approaching critical douche levels." - Sean
[conducting research] "Okay, so, Lena, on a scale of one to ten, how easily could your roommate kill you if she were to become a zombie?" - me
"Every time I walk into this room, I get worldliness rubbed against my head..." - Sabrina
...
Sabrina: "I'm gonna shish-ka-bob you on this!"
Me: "Isn't that my line?"
Sabrina: "Since when?"
Me: "Since having a penis? Like, birth?"
After a drought of some days, I rejoined the Team Fortress 2 community in a rousing series of games with Sean. We're a pretty unstoppable Soldier-Spy combo, just saying. It was pleasing to get back into it -- crushing scrubs' heads with your thighs is good for your e-self esteem. The third point of the TF2 awesomeness triangle, Alaric, has since left IV for vacation, but I would like to mention how extremely jelly I am of his The Incredibles-watching and bath-taking at home. Related, I need to go through and change all the movie titles I've mentioned to italics rather than quotes.
The men of the 9th floor are 78% more likely to survive a woman-zombie infestation now that I have put together a diagram of the floor mapping out the threat levels of each female, should they be zombified. I owe much of it to the help of Ben, Sean, Sabrina, Laura, Meredith and others. Up next: rankings in male survivability. Keep your eyes peeled. Which is a disgusting idiom when you think about it.
One last obstacle stands in my way. I have a ten-piece college writing portfolio due before four o'clock tomorrow. I slept for three or four hours this evening before Angel, Sean, Iris and I viewed Pan's Labyrinth, so I don't think I will be sleeping tonight. Bring it on, analytical essays. Also, Heather finally returned my ceramic sarcophagus, which contains most of my markers and highlighters. Unfortunately she came by while I slept, so I missed the opportunity to thank her. I am writing this entry at 2:20 AM, Iris is passed out here and I'm listening to Modest Mouse's beautifully understated "Make Everyone Happy / Mechanical Birds." The relaxation vibe is tangible. Time to work.
Dear possibly nonexistent higher power, I am grateful for my floor buddies. When I have a bad day, I can always count on them to say inexplicably funny things and cheer me up. Quotes of the day:
"What is up with all the fooding in this room, always?!" - Akash
[watching a ridiculous kung fu flick in the dining hall] "Better get our CGI money in!" - Sean
"'Boned'? That is approaching critical douche levels." - Sean
[conducting research] "Okay, so, Lena, on a scale of one to ten, how easily could your roommate kill you if she were to become a zombie?" - me
"Every time I walk into this room, I get worldliness rubbed against my head..." - Sabrina
...
Sabrina: "I'm gonna shish-ka-bob you on this!"
Me: "Isn't that my line?"
Sabrina: "Since when?"
Me: "Since having a penis? Like, birth?"
Monday, December 12, 2011
Finals Countdown
At eleven, Akash woke me to take the Symphony final on the 8th floor with Leah. We had two hours and crushed it in about 50 minutes, if that. It was a nice last hurrah for the class and I'm going to miss Professor Robison's charmingly white antics. To my dismay, I discovered that my credit card was denied and my Secret
Santa present never shipped, probably due to an address mix up. I'll
just be bringing a late Christmas present back to IV in January, I
suppose.
Remember that entry about my calc professor, where I said I have only ever known three guys who were bigger dicks and two of them were brothers? The non-brother of the three is a guy I met at Boys State. He's practicing to enter the priesthood and is probably the most self-righteously ignorant person I've crossed paths with. You may also remember that about a post ago I took a dump on Rick Perry's "Strong" ad. Guess who shared it on Facebook with the comment, "good ad"? Yeah. That guy. And he really is that guy.
I have a calculus final tomorrow and a portfolio due Wednesday. By the looks of last year's final exam, it'll be arranged like the quizzes: just a few large,complicated problems. Lose one problem and you lose a ton of points. I am very, very nervous, and I can't study at all. Things are not looking good.
Remember that entry about my calc professor, where I said I have only ever known three guys who were bigger dicks and two of them were brothers? The non-brother of the three is a guy I met at Boys State. He's practicing to enter the priesthood and is probably the most self-righteously ignorant person I've crossed paths with. You may also remember that about a post ago I took a dump on Rick Perry's "Strong" ad. Guess who shared it on Facebook with the comment, "good ad"? Yeah. That guy. And he really is that guy.
I have a calculus final tomorrow and a portfolio due Wednesday. By the looks of last year's final exam, it'll be arranged like the quizzes: just a few large,complicated problems. Lose one problem and you lose a ton of points. I am very, very nervous, and I can't study at all. Things are not looking good.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Hulk Smashed
Insta-up at 8 AM, no alarm necessary. Perhaps it's a product of my completely dysfunctional sleeping patterns, but going to bed at 3 apparently didn't faze me this time. For a time I hung out in the common room with Angel, ate Nutella on Ritz and read tvtropes. For the uninformed, tvtropes is crack cocaine for the mind. I'll post it in the pages list to the right; go on, search for your favorite movie and see if you can withstand its addictive power.
I should probably mention the moustache is gone. I'm down to long sideburns again, and it's a flashback to when I shaved my Amish beard back in the day. I had "My Freeze Ray" and the Bad Horse chorus from Dr. Horrible stuck in my head all day, leading to renewed cookie thievery. I've broken 300, and I will reach a thousand before the end of the second semester. It has been theorized that Sarah turns into the Hulk while under the influence of completely legal energy drink beverages; she gains more and more strength and speed at the cost of reduced brainpower.
Alaric and I ventured to Winterfest for the Rageous Band today, completely aware that it was a party and definitely not carrying our trusty instruments. Gingerbread houses were constructed, and despite the other team having two to our one, quality beat quantity for once and we emerged victorious. We discussed going on the band tour to New York in February and I scored a tray of cookies and 2 liters of diet Coke. I learned that Les Miserables is coming to Boston in January and decided to get pumped. Also, we played Apples to Apples and Alaric and I combined to score 8 green cards. The first several were seriously: deadly, dead, dangerous, depressing, woebegone, dying, hopeless. "I think I'm seeing a theme here," quipped a band mate.
I talked to Catie on the telephone for a time and discussed certain individuals saying certain untrue things about me at home; haters gon' hate, as they say. After relaxing in the common room for a while, I hosted Doghouse, a lovable comedy-horror film about a biological weapon turning women into the man-hating, ball-busting zombies we all know they are deep down. Meredith, Jaco, Angel, Iris, Kassie, and Sabrina were shocked by its 100% medical and psychological accuracy; Sean, Alaric and I vowed to stick together as zombie hunting bros in the case of such an infestation. This would have been a right proper movie for Guys' Night. We estimated our rough chances of survival in that event, and I determined that Iris would be instantly defenestrated by me. Indeed, there is a huge cluster of guys' rooms all around the common room and near the elevators, so the 929 boys, Ben's suite and Akash's suite stand the best chance of survival. Speaking of whom...
Akash - A wonderful singer and performer with a great sense of humor and commendable skill at Symphony class. He was sighted in NUStage's Broadway 2k show wearing a dress and is generally an entertaining gentleman.
Also, lots of good quotes today.
"It didn't feel bad throwing up. It was natural, like breathing." - Alaric
...
Danica: "What's an octant?"
Sean: "The first octant? That's like a positive positive positive."
Danica: "So when it has a z it's an octant?"
Sean: "Yeah."
all of my what.jpg
...
And these two, both said within about two minutes by Meredith while being a guest in my room.
"You and Lauren are just two peas in a music asshole pod."
"No, not mocking, just noticing and being like, 'wow, that's kind of awkward.'" [Talking about my open-voweled inflection, asked if she was mocking me.]
I should probably mention the moustache is gone. I'm down to long sideburns again, and it's a flashback to when I shaved my Amish beard back in the day. I had "My Freeze Ray" and the Bad Horse chorus from Dr. Horrible stuck in my head all day, leading to renewed cookie thievery. I've broken 300, and I will reach a thousand before the end of the second semester. It has been theorized that Sarah turns into the Hulk while under the influence of completely legal energy drink beverages; she gains more and more strength and speed at the cost of reduced brainpower.
Alaric and I ventured to Winterfest for the Rageous Band today, completely aware that it was a party and definitely not carrying our trusty instruments. Gingerbread houses were constructed, and despite the other team having two to our one, quality beat quantity for once and we emerged victorious. We discussed going on the band tour to New York in February and I scored a tray of cookies and 2 liters of diet Coke. I learned that Les Miserables is coming to Boston in January and decided to get pumped. Also, we played Apples to Apples and Alaric and I combined to score 8 green cards. The first several were seriously: deadly, dead, dangerous, depressing, woebegone, dying, hopeless. "I think I'm seeing a theme here," quipped a band mate.
I talked to Catie on the telephone for a time and discussed certain individuals saying certain untrue things about me at home; haters gon' hate, as they say. After relaxing in the common room for a while, I hosted Doghouse, a lovable comedy-horror film about a biological weapon turning women into the man-hating, ball-busting zombies we all know they are deep down. Meredith, Jaco, Angel, Iris, Kassie, and Sabrina were shocked by its 100% medical and psychological accuracy; Sean, Alaric and I vowed to stick together as zombie hunting bros in the case of such an infestation. This would have been a right proper movie for Guys' Night. We estimated our rough chances of survival in that event, and I determined that Iris would be instantly defenestrated by me. Indeed, there is a huge cluster of guys' rooms all around the common room and near the elevators, so the 929 boys, Ben's suite and Akash's suite stand the best chance of survival. Speaking of whom...
Akash - A wonderful singer and performer with a great sense of humor and commendable skill at Symphony class. He was sighted in NUStage's Broadway 2k show wearing a dress and is generally an entertaining gentleman.
Also, lots of good quotes today.
"It didn't feel bad throwing up. It was natural, like breathing." - Alaric
...
Danica: "What's an octant?"
Sean: "The first octant? That's like a positive positive positive."
Danica: "So when it has a z it's an octant?"
Sean: "Yeah."
all of my what.jpg
...
And these two, both said within about two minutes by Meredith while being a guest in my room.
"You and Lauren are just two peas in a music asshole pod."
"No, not mocking, just noticing and being like, 'wow, that's kind of awkward.'" [Talking about my open-voweled inflection, asked if she was mocking me.]
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Doctor Horrible Ruins the Party
Iris stole the idea, but I'll post a picture of the ornament she made for me anyway. Early in the afternoon I awoke, lounged and read some Esquire while listening to Franz Joseph Haydn's Symphony No. 100. I felt like a true boss. Later, the discovery was made that Meredith pronounces the "wen" sound as "win" when it's in other words. Example: We're eating at Windy's.
In the evening, Rageous Band went over to Matthews for the last men's hockey game of the season. Despite their superior record, Lowell went down to defeat three to two, and we went out with a bang. Afterward our triumphant return, Angel demonstrated her uncanny skill of salesmanship to me. To clarify, any time she talks about food I'm instantly hungry for whatever it is being described. It's like an arcane mix of enthusiasm, adjective soup, and the Voice of the Emperor from Oblivion. Jaimie and I danced to ska in my room, an unexpected turn that proved to be a great idea.
Sabrina hosted a very successful Christmas party in her room. Crepes were gobbled and merrymaking was, um, done. "Wild" was used as a verb. I dropped in briefly for the revelry but it was a bit loud for me, so I decided to retire early and just relax. Jaco, Sam and Heather joined me to watch "Dr. Horrible" again due to its palatable length.
In the evening, Rageous Band went over to Matthews for the last men's hockey game of the season. Despite their superior record, Lowell went down to defeat three to two, and we went out with a bang. Afterward our triumphant return, Angel demonstrated her uncanny skill of salesmanship to me. To clarify, any time she talks about food I'm instantly hungry for whatever it is being described. It's like an arcane mix of enthusiasm, adjective soup, and the Voice of the Emperor from Oblivion. Jaimie and I danced to ska in my room, an unexpected turn that proved to be a great idea.
Sabrina hosted a very successful Christmas party in her room. Crepes were gobbled and merrymaking was, um, done. "Wild" was used as a verb. I dropped in briefly for the revelry but it was a bit loud for me, so I decided to retire early and just relax. Jaco, Sam and Heather joined me to watch "Dr. Horrible" again due to its palatable length.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Not On My Watch
The Blogocalypse has begun. I was inspired by Iris' blog to begin my own, and in turn, Heather, Angel, Meredith and Alaric created their own. Enter the new Pages tab on the right; articles and such will be posted there for easy access. I'm especially proud of Meredith's, which I provided the name for, despite its current lack of posts. That should be rectified shortly.
After a couple hours of TF2 in the morning, I did some house cleaning and got stuff organized in my room. In the process I discovered a "Disorientation Manual" handed to me by some disgruntled student group or another, and the information therein was revealing in regard to some of the shadier dealings by Boston and Northeastern. Example: President Aoun receives over $1 million in salary and benefits per year, matched only by the presidents of BU and Suffolk; meanwhile, lower-level workers are paid poverty wages. Interesting reading indeed.
Later in the day, I attended my mandatory Honors advising, which was a little bit of a waste of time (not terrible, just meh). Alaric, Meredith, Lauren B, Shannon and I went to Outtakes and loaded up on the unusually good-looking sandwiches and wraps. On the way, Meredith saw a rat by a rubbish bin and lost her shit, so now we know her weakness in the case of a feud between 9 Northwest and 9 Northeast. Being a gentleman, I let her in on my worst fear as collateral. (It's needles.)
The best possible finish to my Friday, Alaric, Iris, Jaco and I went over to BU to see [title of show]. The program said 8 and we got there at 7:45, but it actually started at 7 and thus we missed the first half, but the second half was beautiful anyway and just what I needed. I got a t-shirt and even a free [tos] button! On the T we saw a drag queen, which was a first for me (on the T, anyway). On our return Boys' and Girls' Nights commenced for real. The girls watched some stupid chick flick and went to a hibachi place, and the guys utterly rocked out by doing a deck workout (horribly shuffled by Angel), playing some TF2, going on a Femquest to track down the women, and ultimately snacking hard with two kinds of Ritz, Fluff, Nutella and peanut butter. Needless to say, boys are better than girls. Finally, Sean and I settled in to watch "Tremors 2: Aftershocks," a wonderfully bad Sci Fi flick. Angel and Sabrina couldn't take the suspense and hit the high road. Once again, guys are just the best.
Quotes of the day: "Oxygen is a grabby little slut of a molecule!" - Meredith
"I wouldn't say no to anything at this time of night." - Angel
"Those are extremely Caucasian asses!" - Angel
Oh, and two more things.
1. I'm creating a page, accessible to the right, to list all the entertaining names I come across in my travels through the battlefields of Team Fortress 2.
2. I want everyone reading this to view the Rick Perry campaign video entitled "Strong." Watch it, dislike, and spread to your friends. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PAJNntoRgA
Breakdown of the script, commentary in brackets:
I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a Christian, but you don't need to be in the pew every Sunday to know there's something wrong in this country when gays can serve openly in the military [You don't need to be straight to shoot straight.] but our kids can't openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school. [Patently false.]
As President, I'll end Obama's war on religion. [Hahahahahahahahaha *breath* ahahahahahah] And I'll fight against liberal attacks on our religious heritage. [Nonexistent religious heritage. Whether you're a believer or not, our founding fathers were mostly deists. Also liberal as scare word, herpaderp.]
Faith made America strong. It can make her strong again. [Derp, God will save us from turrists.]
I'm Rick Perry and I approve this message. [Translation: I'm Rick Perry and I desperately need an Indian burn on my dick.]
This man must not be elected to higher office. Not on our watch. That is all.
After a couple hours of TF2 in the morning, I did some house cleaning and got stuff organized in my room. In the process I discovered a "Disorientation Manual" handed to me by some disgruntled student group or another, and the information therein was revealing in regard to some of the shadier dealings by Boston and Northeastern. Example: President Aoun receives over $1 million in salary and benefits per year, matched only by the presidents of BU and Suffolk; meanwhile, lower-level workers are paid poverty wages. Interesting reading indeed.
Later in the day, I attended my mandatory Honors advising, which was a little bit of a waste of time (not terrible, just meh). Alaric, Meredith, Lauren B, Shannon and I went to Outtakes and loaded up on the unusually good-looking sandwiches and wraps. On the way, Meredith saw a rat by a rubbish bin and lost her shit, so now we know her weakness in the case of a feud between 9 Northwest and 9 Northeast. Being a gentleman, I let her in on my worst fear as collateral. (It's needles.)
The best possible finish to my Friday, Alaric, Iris, Jaco and I went over to BU to see [title of show]. The program said 8 and we got there at 7:45, but it actually started at 7 and thus we missed the first half, but the second half was beautiful anyway and just what I needed. I got a t-shirt and even a free [tos] button! On the T we saw a drag queen, which was a first for me (on the T, anyway). On our return Boys' and Girls' Nights commenced for real. The girls watched some stupid chick flick and went to a hibachi place, and the guys utterly rocked out by doing a deck workout (horribly shuffled by Angel), playing some TF2, going on a Femquest to track down the women, and ultimately snacking hard with two kinds of Ritz, Fluff, Nutella and peanut butter. Needless to say, boys are better than girls. Finally, Sean and I settled in to watch "Tremors 2: Aftershocks," a wonderfully bad Sci Fi flick. Angel and Sabrina couldn't take the suspense and hit the high road. Once again, guys are just the best.
Quotes of the day: "Oxygen is a grabby little slut of a molecule!" - Meredith
"I wouldn't say no to anything at this time of night." - Angel
"Those are extremely Caucasian asses!" - Angel
Oh, and two more things.
1. I'm creating a page, accessible to the right, to list all the entertaining names I come across in my travels through the battlefields of Team Fortress 2.
2. I want everyone reading this to view the Rick Perry campaign video entitled "Strong." Watch it, dislike, and spread to your friends. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PAJNntoRgA
Breakdown of the script, commentary in brackets:
I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a Christian, but you don't need to be in the pew every Sunday to know there's something wrong in this country when gays can serve openly in the military [You don't need to be straight to shoot straight.] but our kids can't openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school. [Patently false.]
As President, I'll end Obama's war on religion. [Hahahahahahahahaha *breath* ahahahahahah] And I'll fight against liberal attacks on our religious heritage. [Nonexistent religious heritage. Whether you're a believer or not, our founding fathers were mostly deists. Also liberal as scare word, herpaderp.]
Faith made America strong. It can make her strong again. [Derp, God will save us from turrists.]
I'm Rick Perry and I approve this message. [Translation: I'm Rick Perry and I desperately need an Indian burn on my dick.]
This man must not be elected to higher office. Not on our watch. That is all.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Mandarin Madness
Sleep at night? HA. Never. Today I went to Meserve, turned in the forms to change major from Physics to Political Science and registered for my spring semester classes: American Government + recitation, Comparative Government + recitation, and Education and the Community + field experience. All I need to do now is register for an Honors Inquiry in the Arts and Humanities once I decide which I'd like. Prior to all this, Scott summoned me from my room and reminded me that we had until noon to complete the WPaSH quiz, which we blasted through like nobody's business.
Unfortunately, Alaric is not "trusted" or whatever on YouTube, and as "A True Gentlemen" exceeds that initial 10 minute limit, it was removed. Stay tuned for grand premiere number two. To pass the time, Iris and I listened to "The Miraculous Mandarin" and I narrated as the events occurred in the story, culminating inthe Mandarin Iris madly chasing the prostitute around the room as the ruffians try to restrain him her. I was shocked to discover that Iris lacks knowledge of Japanese, Korean and other Asian languages. That's, like, her job, right? Later on, while I was napping, Iris appeared with a beautiful present: a glass Christmas ornament full of green, blue and purple origami stars. I am truly pleased with this gift. Meanwhile, I haven't yet received my Secret Santa gift (I know it's from Shannon) due to my gift for Meredith not arriving by post yet.
Quote of the day: "That's a joke, Chinese people don't have sex. Oh wait." - Heather
Unfortunately, Alaric is not "trusted" or whatever on YouTube, and as "A True Gentlemen" exceeds that initial 10 minute limit, it was removed. Stay tuned for grand premiere number two. To pass the time, Iris and I listened to "The Miraculous Mandarin" and I narrated as the events occurred in the story, culminating in
Quote of the day: "That's a joke, Chinese people don't have sex. Oh wait." - Heather
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Die Meisterblogger
Last night I pulled an all nighter, ish. That is to say I was up until 9, and then I slept until 6. In the wee hours of the morning Scott and I had a great blink-182 jam in the common room, singing along and everything. He passed out first, and I went to bed shortly thereafter.
After I awoke, I busied myself with my concert reports for WPaSH. I was heartened by the thrilling finale to "Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg" by Wagner (though what a scumbag he was, and "honor your German Masters" is a slightly questionable phrase) and the lyricism of Mozart and Beethoven's piano concertos. Also, classes are done with, so that's a nice plus; all I have to concentrate on now are a best works portfolio for College Writing, a calculus final on Tuesday, and a WPaSH quiz and final. 24/7 quiet hours are in effect now, a change I'll have to adjust to; I even had to have Colleen lay down the law on some idiots on the 8th floor who were being incredibly loud and obnoxious, which was a first.
After all the work was put aside, we gathered a record number of people in my room (though not on my bed) to screen "A True Gentleman". We were nervous that the floor wouldn't receive it well or deem it unfunny. Of course, that statement is total bullshit. The script was top-notch and with all the star power involved (Sean, Joseph, Lauren, Cassandra, Sabrina, Sarah, and myself) it was impossible to fail. In tomorrow's post I'll put up a link and you can bathe in the glory of Telemachos Bombadier and Justinian Galahad. Oh, and Jaimie was in it for a second also, playing the role of Stacy Stacks. Following trueGent.avi, we planned to view "The Good, the bad, the Weird," but there weren't enough people present. Alaric, Sean, Iris, Heather and I decided on "The Hebrew Hammer" instead, which is a Judaism-based spoof on blaxploitation films and generally a fun romp. Afterwards, Heather and I hung out for a while and talked about life. A good time was had by all.
Quote of the day: "I'm trying to make mediocre decisions for the week." - Meredith, debating whether it would be a good idea to go act like a completely responsible adult
After I awoke, I busied myself with my concert reports for WPaSH. I was heartened by the thrilling finale to "Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg" by Wagner (though what a scumbag he was, and "honor your German Masters" is a slightly questionable phrase) and the lyricism of Mozart and Beethoven's piano concertos. Also, classes are done with, so that's a nice plus; all I have to concentrate on now are a best works portfolio for College Writing, a calculus final on Tuesday, and a WPaSH quiz and final. 24/7 quiet hours are in effect now, a change I'll have to adjust to; I even had to have Colleen lay down the law on some idiots on the 8th floor who were being incredibly loud and obnoxious, which was a first.
After all the work was put aside, we gathered a record number of people in my room (though not on my bed) to screen "A True Gentleman". We were nervous that the floor wouldn't receive it well or deem it unfunny. Of course, that statement is total bullshit. The script was top-notch and with all the star power involved (Sean, Joseph, Lauren, Cassandra, Sabrina, Sarah, and myself) it was impossible to fail. In tomorrow's post I'll put up a link and you can bathe in the glory of Telemachos Bombadier and Justinian Galahad. Oh, and Jaimie was in it for a second also, playing the role of Stacy Stacks. Following trueGent.avi, we planned to view "The Good, the bad, the Weird," but there weren't enough people present. Alaric, Sean, Iris, Heather and I decided on "The Hebrew Hammer" instead, which is a Judaism-based spoof on blaxploitation films and generally a fun romp. Afterwards, Heather and I hung out for a while and talked about life. A good time was had by all.
Quote of the day: "I'm trying to make mediocre decisions for the week." - Meredith, debating whether it would be a good idea to go act like a completely responsible adult
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
trueGent.avi
As it happens, I never went to bed after getting out of Iris' room. Instead I stayed up and got more than my daily fix of TF2, making a new friend in the process. I was a Spy and he was a Scout, and shit was tight. For breakfast I finished off the bacon & onion pizza that I jacked from our last Intro to Physics class. After doing some minor chores, I went to Ryder for my final WPaSH class. It did not disappoint. Class ended 45 minutes early and Professor Robison aped the Symphony people by entering and leaving the classroom and taking multiple bows to thunderous applause.
After class I went to speak with Professor Schmitt, faculty advisor for political science. We briefly discussed my plans for the next couple of semesters, but the real insight came to me while I waited for 2 other students to finish consulting with him. The man absolutely radiates experience and knowledgeability, and is commendably even-handed and logical while considering problems. I'm truly excited to work with him in the coming years.
Post-advising, we got down to bidness in IV. We finished up the shoots for "A True Gentleman," which is now finished and awaiting a screening at midnight tomorrow. In my words, it's "fucking sweet." In Alaric's words, it's "fucking Mad Men." I'll be sure to post a link once it's online. We sang "Happy Birthday" to my super cool RA, Colleen; with some preparatory hum tuning and Sean's harmony, it actually sounded good for once. Alaric completed Fig. 2 of his great series, "Ich Bin Ein Balliner." To round out the night, Meredith, Sabrina, Sean and Sarah joined me to watch "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog," which was an excellent decision and only 45 minutes long.
Exchange of the day:
Sabrina: "Go back to being unconscious. You're better off not knowing."
Me: "Sounds like my first time..."
And now, two new introductions!
Meredith -- A ravenous Dr. Who fan and generally cool person from Kentucky. (The northern, non-redneck part, she says.) Her housekeeping skills are atrocious, but her ability to produce random facts on a given topic is as yet unmatched. I met her randomly in the first couple days of Welcome Week but we didn't make friends until recently.
Lauren B. -- The first such complication to enter these annals, the second Lauren introduced shall henceforth be known by her first name and last initial. She's Meredith's roommate and is thankfully much better at cleaning. On the flip side, she has terrible taste in films and actively seeks to topple the success of movie nights. She's also in self-exile from the 9th floor residents in WPaSH, randomly sitting on the opposite side of the room from Scott, Akash and I.
After class I went to speak with Professor Schmitt, faculty advisor for political science. We briefly discussed my plans for the next couple of semesters, but the real insight came to me while I waited for 2 other students to finish consulting with him. The man absolutely radiates experience and knowledgeability, and is commendably even-handed and logical while considering problems. I'm truly excited to work with him in the coming years.
Post-advising, we got down to bidness in IV. We finished up the shoots for "A True Gentleman," which is now finished and awaiting a screening at midnight tomorrow. In my words, it's "fucking sweet." In Alaric's words, it's "fucking Mad Men." I'll be sure to post a link once it's online. We sang "Happy Birthday" to my super cool RA, Colleen; with some preparatory hum tuning and Sean's harmony, it actually sounded good for once. Alaric completed Fig. 2 of his great series, "Ich Bin Ein Balliner." To round out the night, Meredith, Sabrina, Sean and Sarah joined me to watch "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog," which was an excellent decision and only 45 minutes long.
Exchange of the day:
Sabrina: "Go back to being unconscious. You're better off not knowing."
Me: "Sounds like my first time..."
And now, two new introductions!
Meredith -- A ravenous Dr. Who fan and generally cool person from Kentucky. (The northern, non-redneck part, she says.) Her housekeeping skills are atrocious, but her ability to produce random facts on a given topic is as yet unmatched. I met her randomly in the first couple days of Welcome Week but we didn't make friends until recently.
Lauren B. -- The first such complication to enter these annals, the second Lauren introduced shall henceforth be known by her first name and last initial. She's Meredith's roommate and is thankfully much better at cleaning. On the flip side, she has terrible taste in films and actively seeks to topple the success of movie nights. She's also in self-exile from the 9th floor residents in WPaSH, randomly sitting on the opposite side of the room from Scott, Akash and I.
Monday, December 5, 2011
No Sleep Till Boston
So after those four hours of sleep Saturday night, I figured I'd sleep tight Sunday. So guess who pulled an all nighter to finish his College Writing process portfolio? In case you didn't guess, it was me. I'm more tired than I have ever been in my life. In calculus my eyes were twitching uncontrollably and everything felt "heavier." I can't even walk in a straight line, and can barely keep my balance. Only a solitary cup of French Vanilla cappuccino is keeping me rolling. I am running on fumes to the max today. And despite all this feeling-like-crapness, I got everything done that needed doing today. I am going to set the ocean on fire, for at the moment, I truly do not give a fuck.
At least they had awesome music on when I went down for breakfast at 7. The hall had just opened, I walked in and "Stuck In the Middle With You" by Stealer's Wheel came on. I strutted around and gathered my food, and as I sat down "Dancing Queen" came on. Finally, "Do You Love Me" by the Contours was blasting when I made my exit. I was quite pleased with the music choices today.
I also read an essay by Iris about her childhood and was almost -- almost -- moved to tears. This is from the guy who didn't cry at "Marley and Me." In fact, I'm taking my mind off it by writing this entry. Also, I picked out my Secret Santa person's present, and it should be here within a day or two. I am considering taking a nap, but TF2 calls. You can always sleep when you're dead.
Later, I powered through a full evening. Jaimie and I had a long chat about philosophical stuff, we did some filming with Alaric and Peace through Play' had its semiannual Celebration. NU and Improv'd performed (they were fantastic), and I got some J.P. Licks ice cream and a free shirt, so that was a plus. I returned, promptly fell asleep in Iris' bed and was out from 10:30 to around 3. Iris was still awake in Shandana's room, however, so she did reclaim it at that time.
At least they had awesome music on when I went down for breakfast at 7. The hall had just opened, I walked in and "Stuck In the Middle With You" by Stealer's Wheel came on. I strutted around and gathered my food, and as I sat down "Dancing Queen" came on. Finally, "Do You Love Me" by the Contours was blasting when I made my exit. I was quite pleased with the music choices today.
I also read an essay by Iris about her childhood and was almost -- almost -- moved to tears. This is from the guy who didn't cry at "Marley and Me." In fact, I'm taking my mind off it by writing this entry. Also, I picked out my Secret Santa person's present, and it should be here within a day or two. I am considering taking a nap, but TF2 calls. You can always sleep when you're dead.
Later, I powered through a full evening. Jaimie and I had a long chat about philosophical stuff, we did some filming with Alaric and Peace through Play' had its semiannual Celebration. NU and Improv'd performed (they were fantastic), and I got some J.P. Licks ice cream and a free shirt, so that was a plus. I returned, promptly fell asleep in Iris' bed and was out from 10:30 to around 3. Iris was still awake in Shandana's room, however, so she did reclaim it at that time.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
The Sunday of Our Discontent
Meredith, Alaric, Sabrina and I hit the sack at about 7 AM and were up at 11 to film some sunny morning scenes for "A True Gentleman." Perhaps due to my woozy state of mind afterward, we proceeded to throw an art party of sorts in the common room, where several of us played around with watercolors, pen and ink, and acrylic paint for a couple of hours. I started my first art piece since D&P in 11th grade, so I'm sort of excited about that; it's called "ninthfloormadness," tentatively. Nearly everyone on the floor left to see Akash's Broadway show at Blackman Auditorium, and I'm staying behind to (hopefully) put a dent in the vast amount of work I have this weekend.
I also checked my email for the first time this weekend and found these two gems.
Office of Public Safety - "At approximately 7:00 p.m. tonight a non-Northeastern affiliate was shot on Columbus Avenue and sustained non-life threatening injuries. The incident appears to be isolated and not related to the university. It is under investigation by the Boston Police Department. The Northeastern police department does not feel that there is an imminent threat to the Northeastern community."
I also checked my email for the first time this weekend and found these two gems.
Office of Public Safety - "At approximately 7:00 p.m. tonight a non-Northeastern affiliate was shot on Columbus Avenue and sustained non-life threatening injuries. The incident appears to be isolated and not related to the university. It is under investigation by the Boston Police Department. The Northeastern police department does not feel that there is an imminent threat to the Northeastern community."
And this. - "Hi Andrew,
If you could turn the phone off, that would be great.
Thanks,
Lucas [redacted]
Academic Advisor
Center for Student Academic Services
College of Arts, Media and Design
Northeastern University"
Consider the odds that I would pocket dial a Northeastern number, or a 617 for that matter. I've had no prior contact with this advisor and they're not in my list of contacts. A bizarre and slightly embarrassing episode.
At around 2 AM, Alaric and I crushed 26 flights of stairs in one go. Feels good man.
Consider the odds that I would pocket dial a Northeastern number, or a 617 for that matter. I've had no prior contact with this advisor and they're not in my list of contacts. A bizarre and slightly embarrassing episode.
At around 2 AM, Alaric and I crushed 26 flights of stairs in one go. Feels good man.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
An Apple a Day Makes You Look Like Christian Bale In "The Machinist"
Up at 3:30 PM for dunch with Eric and Alaric. A bit of filming for the latter's film, "A True Gentleman," and then off to the Symphony for the last time this season. An interesting combination of a Harbison opera involving an electric guitar and concerning Orpheus, a brilliant Beethoven piano concerto and Beethoven's Leonore No. 3. On the way back I hit Symphony Market and picked up two more boxes of Chicken in a Biskit in order to further spread the love. Soon after my return, the floor became a wasteland as all the Husky Hunt people left for the midnight cruise. Myself, Alaric, Lauren B, Meredith and Akash relaxed in the common room for a while, then watched "The Machinist" in Meredith and Lauren's room for our daily dose of Christian Bale creepiness. Overall a mind-bending movie, and the change of room scenery was pleasant. A particularly lazy Saturday.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Burn the Ocean; Or, Jaimie Fails To Get On the Freaking Cap
Oh, what a day. First the dream from last night. It was like a Team Fortress 2 fever dream, probably due to overdose of the game that night.
"Let's go!" I shout, and Jaimie and I run out of our base toward the capture point which we need to hold to win the match. I'm playing Sniper class and she's a Medic. After instructing some bitches -- no idea where everyone else is -- we reach the point. I'm standing on it and Jaimie is like two feet off it. "Get on the freaking cap!" She inexplicably chills there. "What are you-" And then it hits me. She's been auto-balanced to Blu team! I run away and return, and she's dressed in street clothes instead of the Medic garb. "I didn't like the outfit," she explains helpfully, and pulls out the bone saw. I take my machete and we start going hard, but I woke up before I could finish her off.
I went in to change my major today and got one of two needed signatures. First I had to wander through one of those awful halls that intermingles all over the place with neighboring halls (Nightingale? More like Nightinmare). I met with a very sage, distant Political Science advisor and he signed me off after a brief discussion.
Returning, I prepped myself for the NU Symphony Orchestra concert. We ended up standing in the back while the delicious orchestrations of Ryan (viola) and Sabrina (bass) washed over us. Afterward Sabrina and I made an experimental journey to the Food Truck, a.k.a. the Hungry Hungry Husky. I got some awesome french fries with prosciutto and gouda, as well as popcorn chicken. Sabrina purchased some sort of sausage thing. Alaric and I then threatened Iris with pliers and a prybar due to her reticence.
Shannon, Alaric and I chose signature words to represent that one has just been told (pureed, poached, and romanced, respectively). We celebrated Shannon's unbirthday with an Oreo cheesecake. Lauren recommended that I include a correction: both she and Jenny are responsible for the Secret Santa event. We then retreated into my room to view "Kick-Ass," which was surprisingly good in my opinion. The action was heart-pounding, my boy Mark Strong was the Big Bad, Nic Cage was actually decent, and there was even a brief knife fight reminiscent of the Finger Chopper scene in "The Good, the Bad, the Weird".
Around 3 AM, Sabrina, Laura, Alaric, Ryan, Sean and I engaged in an impromptu card workout. The deck, shuffled by Alaric, soon proved itself to be the Official Cursed Deck of Cursedness. Several cards of the same suit would appear consecutively, making the workout hellishly difficult. We powered through anyway, because as Alaric said to Ryan, one must "be the boss you want to see in the world." Following the workout Sean and I had a slap fight, everyone played some Ninja, and Sean implicitly gave me permission to diddle him.
Sabrina, Alaric, Sean and I then watched some Dr. Who for a couple of hours, along with some entertaining YouTube videos. Top comment: "I am going to set the ocean on fire. I truly do not give a fuck." Simply beautiful, and I have no doubt it will be repeated at appropriate times.
"Let's go!" I shout, and Jaimie and I run out of our base toward the capture point which we need to hold to win the match. I'm playing Sniper class and she's a Medic. After instructing some bitches -- no idea where everyone else is -- we reach the point. I'm standing on it and Jaimie is like two feet off it. "Get on the freaking cap!" She inexplicably chills there. "What are you-" And then it hits me. She's been auto-balanced to Blu team! I run away and return, and she's dressed in street clothes instead of the Medic garb. "I didn't like the outfit," she explains helpfully, and pulls out the bone saw. I take my machete and we start going hard, but I woke up before I could finish her off.
I went in to change my major today and got one of two needed signatures. First I had to wander through one of those awful halls that intermingles all over the place with neighboring halls (Nightingale? More like Nightinmare). I met with a very sage, distant Political Science advisor and he signed me off after a brief discussion.
Returning, I prepped myself for the NU Symphony Orchestra concert. We ended up standing in the back while the delicious orchestrations of Ryan (viola) and Sabrina (bass) washed over us. Afterward Sabrina and I made an experimental journey to the Food Truck, a.k.a. the Hungry Hungry Husky. I got some awesome french fries with prosciutto and gouda, as well as popcorn chicken. Sabrina purchased some sort of sausage thing. Alaric and I then threatened Iris with pliers and a prybar due to her reticence.
Shannon, Alaric and I chose signature words to represent that one has just been told (pureed, poached, and romanced, respectively). We celebrated Shannon's unbirthday with an Oreo cheesecake. Lauren recommended that I include a correction: both she and Jenny are responsible for the Secret Santa event. We then retreated into my room to view "Kick-Ass," which was surprisingly good in my opinion. The action was heart-pounding, my boy Mark Strong was the Big Bad, Nic Cage was actually decent, and there was even a brief knife fight reminiscent of the Finger Chopper scene in "The Good, the Bad, the Weird".
Around 3 AM, Sabrina, Laura, Alaric, Ryan, Sean and I engaged in an impromptu card workout. The deck, shuffled by Alaric, soon proved itself to be the Official Cursed Deck of Cursedness. Several cards of the same suit would appear consecutively, making the workout hellishly difficult. We powered through anyway, because as Alaric said to Ryan, one must "be the boss you want to see in the world." Following the workout Sean and I had a slap fight, everyone played some Ninja, and Sean implicitly gave me permission to diddle him.
Sabrina, Alaric, Sean and I then watched some Dr. Who for a couple of hours, along with some entertaining YouTube videos. Top comment: "I am going to set the ocean on fire. I truly do not give a fuck." Simply beautiful, and I have no doubt it will be repeated at appropriate times.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Idiot Amnesty
Today, my calculus professor finished his routine two minutes before we were free to go. No way, I thought. This can't be happening. He never finishes on time. Never. Then he pulled out a stack of papers. "There are two minutes, these are teacher evaluations. Someone needs to bring these to Meserve Hall." He then bailed and left us with surveys that take five to ten minutes to complete. This cumsock must actually plan for us to never get out of his class on time. At least I got the chance to completely roast him on the eval.
After I got back, I decided to get some grub. I had a nice chuckle walking in, as there's this box with a sign on it reading "Dish Amnesty." "Return your 'borrowed' dishes, glasses and silverware, no questions asked." The scare quotes around "borrowed" were a nice touch. And "Dish Amnesty?" For God's sake, it's not a Los Angeles ghetto gun buyback.
Remember the Home Alone theme music? You do now. Go, and listen to it.
And lastly, a couple of quotes from our long night of Dr. Who and TF2.
"Never bring a bow to a pickaxe fight!" - Sean
"I'm known as the Energizer in some circles. Because I keep going and going." -Sean Unknown
After I got back, I decided to get some grub. I had a nice chuckle walking in, as there's this box with a sign on it reading "Dish Amnesty." "Return your 'borrowed' dishes, glasses and silverware, no questions asked." The scare quotes around "borrowed" were a nice touch. And "Dish Amnesty?" For God's sake, it's not a Los Angeles ghetto gun buyback.
Remember the Home Alone theme music? You do now. Go, and listen to it.
And lastly, a couple of quotes from our long night of Dr. Who and TF2.
"Never bring a bow to a pickaxe fight!" - Sean
"I'm known as the Energizer in some circles. Because I keep going and going." -
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