Somebody broke the blog and it wasn't me.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
You'll soon be meeting the business end of this pencil if you dont shut up!
Woohah. Last nite was kinda cooky for me. First off, Im playing City of Heroes and the lil' group Im with are everything BUT empathies (healers). This isnt too bad because we were in Perez Park, sort of the "Giant's Hallway" of the game exept that you are EXPECTED to die in there 1 of 3 times. However, the 7 of us (Lord Bob, Zybrane, Cough, Curcuitry Blast, Azureal, Pronoun Man, and ConsumateVs) are literally cleaning house because the first three paralyzed the mods whilst the rest of us ran up and pummeled the fuck out of them. Amazingly, this went on for 3 hours and no one died or needed healing.
Then, doopedoo. I got drug along for bowling. This one guy, Forest, is equal to a drunken baseball dad except he wasnt drunk. He had to scream EVERY time someone got a strike or a spair or 7-10 split. Otherwize, it was a nice experience. The bowling ally here isnt occupied by fucking sewer urchin 14 yr olds and there isnt the blatently homoerotic karaoke contests that the Albia Lor Lon Ga Lanes has. It was like...real bowling for big kids.
Lets see...oh yes. After we got back, another crowd of people told me to go along and get food at Village Inn. About then, I swear the clock said midnight. But yeah. Village Inn. Fun as hell. Theres this girl named Allie whos FRICKING MICHELLE except she plays video games and listens to punk. However, this is not a prospect for me because loddy doddy everydamnbody is after her. She is also way too damn much like Michelle, except she wears EMO glasses and has facial piercings. But yeah, her and I are now working on a plot. More details on that later.
So after Village Inn, we return to the dorms (after my car got mooned by other party and gettin nearly pulled over for 55 in 35) and we watched Clockwork Orange. But then it was 4:54. Damn. That was the end of my night.
So how did your lil' Funny Bone skullduggery go? Hope it wasnt bull.
Then, doopedoo. I got drug along for bowling. This one guy, Forest, is equal to a drunken baseball dad except he wasnt drunk. He had to scream EVERY time someone got a strike or a spair or 7-10 split. Otherwize, it was a nice experience. The bowling ally here isnt occupied by fucking sewer urchin 14 yr olds and there isnt the blatently homoerotic karaoke contests that the Albia Lor Lon Ga Lanes has. It was like...real bowling for big kids.
Lets see...oh yes. After we got back, another crowd of people told me to go along and get food at Village Inn. About then, I swear the clock said midnight. But yeah. Village Inn. Fun as hell. Theres this girl named Allie whos FRICKING MICHELLE except she plays video games and listens to punk. However, this is not a prospect for me because loddy doddy everydamnbody is after her. She is also way too damn much like Michelle, except she wears EMO glasses and has facial piercings. But yeah, her and I are now working on a plot. More details on that later.
So after Village Inn, we return to the dorms (after my car got mooned by other party and gettin nearly pulled over for 55 in 35) and we watched Clockwork Orange. But then it was 4:54. Damn. That was the end of my night.
So how did your lil' Funny Bone skullduggery go? Hope it wasnt bull.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Things. Yes, I suck.
I'm having a story published in Dream Fantasy International. Yes, it sounds retarded. Yes, it probably is retarded. No, it's not about dream fantasy in the sense that Amish dreams of porkless virgins. Yes, it's a scifi/fantasy mag.
Lit Pot sent me an email saying . . . well, this: Thank you for submitting your story to Ink Pot. I found it very wellwritten, even though we editors tend to hate stories about writing, and wedislike even more stories about failures and successes in getting fictionpublished. Nonetheless, this story grabbed me, and I read with greatinterest all the way until the end, and then I thought the story fell onits face. All the intensity and wonder and confusion dissipated in a weakbreeze.
Well, sorry to the editors that the story had a realistic ending. I guess Jaba the Hut should have ridden in on a slave Wookie and grabbed the computer's keyboard out from the writer's hands. Cause then things wouldn't have ended in the confused, weak breeze.
Tonight, due mostly to me, there was a lot of talk about the duties of God, responsibilities of an omnipotent being, etc. I think such a being, if He/She/It exists, can be held responsible for allowing its creations to be robbed/raped/murdered/mutilated. If not, then what good is It?
Lit Pot sent me an email saying . . . well, this: Thank you for submitting your story to Ink Pot. I found it very wellwritten, even though we editors tend to hate stories about writing, and wedislike even more stories about failures and successes in getting fictionpublished. Nonetheless, this story grabbed me, and I read with greatinterest all the way until the end, and then I thought the story fell onits face. All the intensity and wonder and confusion dissipated in a weakbreeze.
Well, sorry to the editors that the story had a realistic ending. I guess Jaba the Hut should have ridden in on a slave Wookie and grabbed the computer's keyboard out from the writer's hands. Cause then things wouldn't have ended in the confused, weak breeze.
Tonight, due mostly to me, there was a lot of talk about the duties of God, responsibilities of an omnipotent being, etc. I think such a being, if He/She/It exists, can be held responsible for allowing its creations to be robbed/raped/murdered/mutilated. If not, then what good is It?
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Be! An Agro! Be Be an Agro!
Very very very shitty shitty shitty. I need to fucking be aggressive towards women folk I have interests for. As well, I need to build a computer from scratch cuz its cheaper and better then Dell or Gaytway.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Chinese Tickle Torture
I have the perfect job for Tim!
TEACH ENGLISH IN CHINA
Native English speaker, college student or graduate. Airfare, apartment, and salary provided. 1-year tenure starting in August. 775-240-6644. recruiting@franklingroup.org. (AAN CAN)
You belong in China, Tim. Don't deny your longing to go there. You pine for the yellow river. It is destiny.
TEACH ENGLISH IN CHINA
Native English speaker, college student or graduate. Airfare, apartment, and salary provided. 1-year tenure starting in August. 775-240-6644. recruiting@franklingroup.org. (AAN CAN)
You belong in China, Tim. Don't deny your longing to go there. You pine for the yellow river. It is destiny.
Am I a genius? Well, I'm afraid the answer is yes!
What's that, you think to yourself. Do I detect the odor of . . . goofiness in the air?! Well, don't doubt your senses because The Attic Apartment (aka Tim's crappy geocrap page of crap) is back up, and it's been revamped with *whisper whisper* HTML! Hot diggity dog! Call grandpa, change grandma's diaper, pull the dauschund off your mothers and head on over!
I can't get a link to work, so just go to the old addy: geocities.com/atticapartment.
That being said, let me warn that as it's still a geocities page you have to click away the advertising every time a page loads or risk going mad. If I see 50 Cent's face one more time I probably will leap headlong off my parents' roof. And . . . oh, yeah. No images right now. And, oh yeah, there's only some introductory jibba jabba up. But go there anyway! And Bill Gates will send you $252 dollars.
I can't get a link to work, so just go to the old addy: geocities.com/atticapartment.
That being said, let me warn that as it's still a geocities page you have to click away the advertising every time a page loads or risk going mad. If I see 50 Cent's face one more time I probably will leap headlong off my parents' roof. And . . . oh, yeah. No images right now. And, oh yeah, there's only some introductory jibba jabba up. But go there anyway! And Bill Gates will send you $252 dollars.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
All the little children bow to the Mother of Mario
Cow crap on a killer whale! That update on Wellsies site is the shiznital bam pow!
So what is this defeatist stench I smell lately? We're giving up on the follies, on finding jobs and on funding hairbrained buisiness schemes? What's happend? There must be something in the water down there. You guys need to be sucking down more Mt. Dew....or booze...or a combination of the two. A one-two punch of caffine and alcohol to boost your spirits and restore your faith in wacky-ass shit!
I'm going to be making a glorious return on Wednesday night. I'll be staying until Thursday afternoon. If anyone wants to talk about the follies, or drink some cocktails, I'll be in the Kum & Go/Agertment area.
So what is this defeatist stench I smell lately? We're giving up on the follies, on finding jobs and on funding hairbrained buisiness schemes? What's happend? There must be something in the water down there. You guys need to be sucking down more Mt. Dew....or booze...or a combination of the two. A one-two punch of caffine and alcohol to boost your spirits and restore your faith in wacky-ass shit!
I'm going to be making a glorious return on Wednesday night. I'll be staying until Thursday afternoon. If anyone wants to talk about the follies, or drink some cocktails, I'll be in the Kum & Go/Agertment area.
Chase just went crazy!
FAMOUS JACKASS I felt like beltching that out again.. Attic Leaches has one of many new updates up now. Its from the partae that everyone but Tim and Bil were at. Wes's brown paper sack was there too. Oh and Martin/Morgan/Kenny/Karl/Mau were in abstention. But yeah. Not all the pics Heather took are up cuz well...drunks dont take the best pics of things.
Im obsessed with City of Heroes now. Im considering building a new computer out of leaves and twigs so I can feed my addiction. As well, I am working on a picture of drunken friars in an irish monestary. I think you will all be pleased with it. Im off to cry about things.
Im obsessed with City of Heroes now. Im considering building a new computer out of leaves and twigs so I can feed my addiction. As well, I am working on a picture of drunken friars in an irish monestary. I think you will all be pleased with it. Im off to cry about things.
Okeydokey.
Last night I dreamt that I slept with some drunken sleazy woman and thus lost my girlfriend. In desperation I boarded a Greek merchant ship that just happened to be docked uptown but was able to escape at the last minute. The town square had two large statues of Greek gods.
So that was fucked up.
Bil, I still have the book you loaned me: The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. It still lives, and is in good condition . . . thought you might like to know that I've not used it as ammunition or donkey food. Especially interesting the way the author shows repeatedly how big news stories that should be important to American audiences are shunned by American media chiefs.
Here is what really annoys me: when you see a book by a celebrity with a cover like:
by Famous Jackass
with Respectable Author
I always imagine the Famous Jackass sitting at a jewel-encrusted desk with a nubby, chewed up No. 2, scrawling down "I am big! Big big! I can change my pants!" And then the author comes along and does everything else, and gets a check redeemable at any Kum and Go for three Milky Ways and a slushy. If I was an illiterate celeb I'd just do my damn best and sell the garble.
Yesterday I applied for roughly 72 jobs. Or . . . maybe more like seven: Four newspapers, three business offices. It's becoming apparent that I should consider picking up a BA in computer-related black magic, or going to school for a Master's. Cause English profs at Hills make how much money? $31 an hour, according to a Courier want-ad. Dear sweet mother of crap.
Plans for my small business have stalled. Although Ryan and I developed an idea for a zombie-themed coffee shop, I learned that necessary machines -- like espresso machines -- cost around five grand. And then I realized: hey! I don't even like coffee. What do I like? Booze. So maybe a zombie-themed bar? Bouncers dressed as zombies can drag annoying drunks out into the streets.
So that was fucked up.
Bil, I still have the book you loaned me: The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. It still lives, and is in good condition . . . thought you might like to know that I've not used it as ammunition or donkey food. Especially interesting the way the author shows repeatedly how big news stories that should be important to American audiences are shunned by American media chiefs.
Here is what really annoys me: when you see a book by a celebrity with a cover like:
by Famous Jackass
with Respectable Author
I always imagine the Famous Jackass sitting at a jewel-encrusted desk with a nubby, chewed up No. 2, scrawling down "I am big! Big big! I can change my pants!" And then the author comes along and does everything else, and gets a check redeemable at any Kum and Go for three Milky Ways and a slushy. If I was an illiterate celeb I'd just do my damn best and sell the garble.
Yesterday I applied for roughly 72 jobs. Or . . . maybe more like seven: Four newspapers, three business offices. It's becoming apparent that I should consider picking up a BA in computer-related black magic, or going to school for a Master's. Cause English profs at Hills make how much money? $31 an hour, according to a Courier want-ad. Dear sweet mother of crap.
Plans for my small business have stalled. Although Ryan and I developed an idea for a zombie-themed coffee shop, I learned that necessary machines -- like espresso machines -- cost around five grand. And then I realized: hey! I don't even like coffee. What do I like? Booze. So maybe a zombie-themed bar? Bouncers dressed as zombies can drag annoying drunks out into the streets.
Lions Tigers Bears or Elephants and Clowns?
Heya kids theres a big kick ass circus coming to the Albia Pamida parking lot this weekend. It should be quite fun. No I'm serious there really is. So if your bored and you got 12 bucks to throw in the garbage come to the circus.
Anyways when is the follies? I got to go to that. You guys were hilarious last year. Anyways come to the Lieberling (prolly mispelled) Brothers Circus live at the Pamida parking lot. BE THERE
Anyways when is the follies? I got to go to that. You guys were hilarious last year. Anyways come to the Lieberling (prolly mispelled) Brothers Circus live at the Pamida parking lot. BE THERE
Monday, July 26, 2004
The Ouija Board doesn't lie. IT DOESN'T LIE!
As Kelly mentioned, last night we discussed (briefly) the Follies, specifically the fact that she and Dave will both be unable to make it to Thursday night's show. Which leaves . . . Amish? Ryan? I'm not even sure who's intending to be in this shindig. Anyway, maybe we should not do Thursday night's since two of our people won't be there, and we're not sure how many others will.
For anyone who's hungry, imagine me as I am now: with a big, hot, tasty cheese pizza sitting on the desk nearby. That's right, I'm going to gluttonously eat it all.
You know the double negative rule? How the hell do you get away with sentences like "Neither the whale nor the drunken hick escaped sodomy"? I read some examples of 18th Century English (in Pirate Hunter: The True Story of Captain Kidd) where the 'neither' is left out, but that leaves the sentence a little confusing.
Saturday I was the DD for a bachelorette party (yes, there was a fiveway at the end of the night). Coincidentally, once we all got home another set of drunks, this one without a driver, smashed into one of the girls' cars. It was this big SUV that just kept a goin, but then stupidly came back a few minutes later. They saw Alyssa and me outside inspecting damage, and this girl's voice yelled "Oh my God! Go!" and they sped off before I could read their poorly illuminated license plate. Sonnnn of a bitttch.
Dave, what's your address again? The International League of Large Sea Creatures keeps calling me for it.
Let's start a business. All you have to do is save money over the next five years, and then we'll combine resources and open up.
NEW: Everyone needs to check out this site immediately, even if only for the photo. But the audio clips are good too.
NEWER: If you haven't read about the upright monkey yet, or seen pictures, check this out.
For anyone who's hungry, imagine me as I am now: with a big, hot, tasty cheese pizza sitting on the desk nearby. That's right, I'm going to gluttonously eat it all.
You know the double negative rule? How the hell do you get away with sentences like "Neither the whale nor the drunken hick escaped sodomy"? I read some examples of 18th Century English (in Pirate Hunter: The True Story of Captain Kidd) where the 'neither' is left out, but that leaves the sentence a little confusing.
Saturday I was the DD for a bachelorette party (yes, there was a fiveway at the end of the night). Coincidentally, once we all got home another set of drunks, this one without a driver, smashed into one of the girls' cars. It was this big SUV that just kept a goin, but then stupidly came back a few minutes later. They saw Alyssa and me outside inspecting damage, and this girl's voice yelled "Oh my God! Go!" and they sped off before I could read their poorly illuminated license plate. Sonnnn of a bitttch.
Dave, what's your address again? The International League of Large Sea Creatures keeps calling me for it.
Let's start a business. All you have to do is save money over the next five years, and then we'll combine resources and open up.
NEW: Everyone needs to check out this site immediately, even if only for the photo. But the audio clips are good too.
NEWER: If you haven't read about the upright monkey yet, or seen pictures, check this out.
Haha Tim I beat you!
Ha Tim! I beat you in the race to post!
Last evening, while Tim, Amish and Kevin were playing poker, discussion of the follies, and the weekend came up.
Friday: Amish has the birthday tickets for the Funny Bone, and would like to go on Friday. Kevin can't go, so right now, its looking like Amish, Tim, and myself. He was wondering if the Des Moines folk, would be interested in going, and who would be interested in going. So far, we plan to depart Albia at 6 pm, so there's time to go get tickets, and get some food, etc. Anyone else interested in going, just comment. He was going to call Andy and Ryan I believe, but I don't know if he's done so.
Now, for the follies:
They are August 26, 27, &28. (Thursday, Friday Saturday)
Dave can't make it back for the Thursday show, because his techers are nazis, and I can't make it back because I have class late in the afternoon Thursday, and then one in the late morning on Friday. But, he and I should be back for the Friday/Saturday shows.
Any one have any suggestions, other than just do the Friday/Saturday nights for the follies?
For Heather: If you would be so kind as to email me pictures from the night you were all down here, email it to goraczkowskikelly@yahoo.com It would be much appreciated.
As always, everyone have a lovely day. Today is going to be my first day off for the last 2 weeks! *happy dance* (I got robbed out of my day off on last Tuesday, had to work 5-close. Made me sad.)
Adios!
Last evening, while Tim, Amish and Kevin were playing poker, discussion of the follies, and the weekend came up.
Friday: Amish has the birthday tickets for the Funny Bone, and would like to go on Friday. Kevin can't go, so right now, its looking like Amish, Tim, and myself. He was wondering if the Des Moines folk, would be interested in going, and who would be interested in going. So far, we plan to depart Albia at 6 pm, so there's time to go get tickets, and get some food, etc. Anyone else interested in going, just comment. He was going to call Andy and Ryan I believe, but I don't know if he's done so.
Now, for the follies:
They are August 26, 27, &28. (Thursday, Friday Saturday)
Dave can't make it back for the Thursday show, because his techers are nazis, and I can't make it back because I have class late in the afternoon Thursday, and then one in the late morning on Friday. But, he and I should be back for the Friday/Saturday shows.
Any one have any suggestions, other than just do the Friday/Saturday nights for the follies?
For Heather: If you would be so kind as to email me pictures from the night you were all down here, email it to goraczkowskikelly@yahoo.com It would be much appreciated.
As always, everyone have a lovely day. Today is going to be my first day off for the last 2 weeks! *happy dance* (I got robbed out of my day off on last Tuesday, had to work 5-close. Made me sad.)
Adios!
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Just FYI but I've turned on some things that will be implemented in the blog redesign. So... Things might be messed up on here for a while, but it should still be readable.
Thats spanish for suck.
Bad news bears, folks. I cant skip my Thursday class else the teacher WILL fail me. So reluctantly I wont be able to attend the follies for that night. However, I will make the rest of them, but not thrusdays. A lot of folks will be dissapointed for not bein able to see the News Reports. I dont think Amish could pull my job there. Ryan, Tim, and Andy--yes. The third slot? Mebbe Rommy could fill in for me Thurday? That is if the damn wife would let him go off on his own for a nite. Blagh.
I would also like to say that ADOBE ILLUSTRATOR is a fucking whore and a class that teaches it is a fucking harem full of such whores.
I would also like to say that ADOBE ILLUSTRATOR is a fucking whore and a class that teaches it is a fucking harem full of such whores.
Friday, July 23, 2004
Why Wes and BIl will hate me
I get to fuck around with 3d Studio Max Discreet. Thats right. I get to fuck around with it like a drunken prom date. My whole 3d rendering class is JUST about us fuckin around w/ the program cuz the school just got it and the teacher has no damn clue how to run all the new features. Worhsip me if you are saddened by the fact I get to model stuff in 3DSM Discreet.
I made an evil milkman. Ill put it on my Deviant Art thing sometime.
I made an evil milkman. Ill put it on my Deviant Art thing sometime.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
The doctors said it was almost a degloving.
That's for Ryan.
I really would write more but the kids next to me (in public library) are the most annoying fucking brats I've ever encountered. "Go to Kool Klub! We're gonna swear!" *whisper whisper* "Fuck! Oh, man!"
PATRON: Hey, could you guys be quiet?
KIDS: He told us to shut the fuck up! He can shut the fuck up . . .
If there's dried blood on my clothes when I get back to Albia, you'll all know why. I should just hire a damn molestor or something . . .
I really would write more but the kids next to me (in public library) are the most annoying fucking brats I've ever encountered. "Go to Kool Klub! We're gonna swear!" *whisper whisper* "Fuck! Oh, man!"
PATRON: Hey, could you guys be quiet?
KIDS: He told us to shut the fuck up! He can shut the fuck up . . .
If there's dried blood on my clothes when I get back to Albia, you'll all know why. I should just hire a damn molestor or something . . .
Good day.
Today was pretty cool. Witness...
1. They posted stuff about the project I've been working all summer on the website to good reviews. So I'm almost done and can now actually talk about it and feel good that its looking pretty solid. See: RTS Pack
2. Talked to the boss about the whole messed up housing thing. He basically said it was his sons doing and that it was unfortunate, but we might as well let bygones be bygones. I agree, and feel a lot better about the whole situation.
3. Talked to a guy that is visiting and some other guys here that are both running their own small game companies. So now I have some pretty solid contacts, and good info.
4. Between the two previous talkings I have some pretty solid ideas for some small products I can feasibly get done on my own and make some money from.
5. When I got home my Day of the Dead DVD had finally arrived.
6. w00t!
now the eating and watching...
1. They posted stuff about the project I've been working all summer on the website to good reviews. So I'm almost done and can now actually talk about it and feel good that its looking pretty solid. See: RTS Pack
2. Talked to the boss about the whole messed up housing thing. He basically said it was his sons doing and that it was unfortunate, but we might as well let bygones be bygones. I agree, and feel a lot better about the whole situation.
3. Talked to a guy that is visiting and some other guys here that are both running their own small game companies. So now I have some pretty solid contacts, and good info.
4. Between the two previous talkings I have some pretty solid ideas for some small products I can feasibly get done on my own and make some money from.
5. When I got home my Day of the Dead DVD had finally arrived.
6. w00t!
now the eating and watching...
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Finally.....The Squid Has Come To The Attic
Hey folks. I'm here to rant and rave about a whole lot of nothing. Thanks for making me part of this blog. When I think of something cool to write about you'll be the first to know. bye for now.
Breakdancin' on yo facedancin'
Tomorrow night I'm going to be joining Grrt on a misadventure to go see Incubus in Cedar Rapids. I get off work at approximately 5:00 and then I have to meet Grrt somewhere, then drive to Cedar Rapids, find parking and be in the concert by 7:30. I'm guessing we won' t quite make it, but we're sure as shit gonna try!
My friend from work, Trent, is going to. So I guess we're gonna meet up at some point afterward. I took Friday off, so the world is my burrito until next Monday. Thats a really good thing, because there is a lot of cool stuff going on this weekend.
(Ryan, Des Moines people...Albia people looking for a good time: you should all pay close attention to the following)
Its too bad the Zoo has to be lame and have their shindig on Thursday night, but that doesn't mean the rest of you couldn't check it out. They will be hosting 'Zoo Brew' from around seven to eleven tomorrow night. From what I could gather, this means they will be serving alcohol and letting people watch the animals. This didn't sound very exciting to me at first...but then I realized the possibilites. Alcohol and wild animals? Oh buddy. Just let your imagination do the rest ;)
On Friday and Saturday the 'Taste of Des Moines' festival is going on. Mostly this means lots of food from all around the city, but it also means two more important things: Bands and Beer.
Trippin' Billies (a Dave Matthews cover band) is going to be playing at 10pm on Saturday night. Also on Saturday, Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers are playing at the Vaudville Mews.
For those of you interested in bands of the heavier persuasion, The House of Bricks is hosting 'Brickfest' on Sunday. There are a few bands I've heard of, but mostly no-name local headbangers. These guys will probably all be washed-up, never-went-anywhere, alcoholic wastes in a few years....so better check them out now.
There are also a couple of local joints I would like to stop by if anyone would be up for it. There is a place called the Drunken Goat Cafe and Market that has been just calling to me (hopefully it lives up to its very cool name). Also, there is a place serving traditional Japenese cuisine. I was thinking that Novowls, Shawk and Martin might enjoy that.
So thats about it. If anyone wants to do anything, you know my number.
My friend from work, Trent, is going to. So I guess we're gonna meet up at some point afterward. I took Friday off, so the world is my burrito until next Monday. Thats a really good thing, because there is a lot of cool stuff going on this weekend.
(Ryan, Des Moines people...Albia people looking for a good time: you should all pay close attention to the following)
Its too bad the Zoo has to be lame and have their shindig on Thursday night, but that doesn't mean the rest of you couldn't check it out. They will be hosting 'Zoo Brew' from around seven to eleven tomorrow night. From what I could gather, this means they will be serving alcohol and letting people watch the animals. This didn't sound very exciting to me at first...but then I realized the possibilites. Alcohol and wild animals? Oh buddy. Just let your imagination do the rest ;)
On Friday and Saturday the 'Taste of Des Moines' festival is going on. Mostly this means lots of food from all around the city, but it also means two more important things: Bands and Beer.
Trippin' Billies (a Dave Matthews cover band) is going to be playing at 10pm on Saturday night. Also on Saturday, Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers are playing at the Vaudville Mews.
For those of you interested in bands of the heavier persuasion, The House of Bricks is hosting 'Brickfest' on Sunday. There are a few bands I've heard of, but mostly no-name local headbangers. These guys will probably all be washed-up, never-went-anywhere, alcoholic wastes in a few years....so better check them out now.
There are also a couple of local joints I would like to stop by if anyone would be up for it. There is a place called the Drunken Goat Cafe and Market that has been just calling to me (hopefully it lives up to its very cool name). Also, there is a place serving traditional Japenese cuisine. I was thinking that Novowls, Shawk and Martin might enjoy that.
So thats about it. If anyone wants to do anything, you know my number.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves!
Woah nelly.....I got stranded in Lincoln and Aurora, Nebraska. My car was doing some sort of fuggered up vapor lock shit so it was acting like it was out of gas when it really wasnt. Im ok now...Im in Denver. Dmitri took back his huge ass monitor cuz hes an RA and gets his own room...so Im stuck with that tiny ass monitor I got with my computer. Elliot's laptop (or is it labtop?) has a bigger monitor then mine. Its sad. really.
Blah. Now I must start doing school shit. I sorta got in trouble for missing my first week of school. Its nice to see that Andy was the sole poster, a position i might take up again.
Oh as well, if i didnt get to see you and say goodbye...sorry. I also have presents (HINT HINT RYAN AND KELLY j/k) that i didnt get to pick up. This break was hella cool too, if i didnt say so....minus Rommy beatin me sensellessly daily.
Blah. Now I must start doing school shit. I sorta got in trouble for missing my first week of school. Its nice to see that Andy was the sole poster, a position i might take up again.
Oh as well, if i didnt get to see you and say goodbye...sorry. I also have presents (HINT HINT RYAN AND KELLY j/k) that i didnt get to pick up. This break was hella cool too, if i didnt say so....minus Rommy beatin me sensellessly daily.
[insert clever title here]
Well, for starters, this weekend has been insane.
After working 27 hours in the past 3 days, and making rather nice tips, I'm really tired.
Sunday night was absolute nuttiness at the resturant. Every table was full, there were people still comming in, and phone ringing off the hook, etc. A rather large group of people came in (18, they said that there would only be 11) and they ordered $267 worth of food. They wanted the ticket all together, but when the bill came, they wanted it all seperate. When they went up to the register to pay for their food, and everyone left, there was still $95 left on the bill that had not been paid, and they were all gone talking in the parking lot. Luckiliy there was a check and a credit card bill so we called the cops, and they took care of it. However, the bitch wouldn't pay for the bill, and they wouldn't give names of the others involved, so the lady that has the check has 2 choices: 1-give names of the people that left, or 2-face the theft charge herself.
Other than that, nothing is really new. Dave called me yesterday, and he is stranded in Lincoln, Nebraska. But he is doing all right, he'll just be stuck there for a few days. He just told me to pass on that he won't be around for a whle, but is okay. Just an FYI.
Well, today is my only day off this month, so I'm off to enjoy it, and probably take a nap.
To all a wonderful day.
:)
After working 27 hours in the past 3 days, and making rather nice tips, I'm really tired.
Sunday night was absolute nuttiness at the resturant. Every table was full, there were people still comming in, and phone ringing off the hook, etc. A rather large group of people came in (18, they said that there would only be 11) and they ordered $267 worth of food. They wanted the ticket all together, but when the bill came, they wanted it all seperate. When they went up to the register to pay for their food, and everyone left, there was still $95 left on the bill that had not been paid, and they were all gone talking in the parking lot. Luckiliy there was a check and a credit card bill so we called the cops, and they took care of it. However, the bitch wouldn't pay for the bill, and they wouldn't give names of the others involved, so the lady that has the check has 2 choices: 1-give names of the people that left, or 2-face the theft charge herself.
Other than that, nothing is really new. Dave called me yesterday, and he is stranded in Lincoln, Nebraska. But he is doing all right, he'll just be stuck there for a few days. He just told me to pass on that he won't be around for a whle, but is okay. Just an FYI.
Well, today is my only day off this month, so I'm off to enjoy it, and probably take a nap.
To all a wonderful day.
:)
Everyone loves Magical Trevor
Working on an upgrade to the blog design... But it's going slow. I've lost a lot of time since the move, unfortunately. Other than that, things are going well for me, it's just that there's nothing really going on beyond "working."
Gonna add Squid if he ever gives me his email so we can get some noise beyond Andy's rambling on here at least. (not that there's anything wrong with Andy's rambling, mind!)
Working on an upgrade to the blog design... But it's going slow. I've lost a lot of time since the move, unfortunately. Other than that, things are going well for me, it's just that there's nothing really going on beyond "working."
Gonna add Squid if he ever gives me his email so we can get some noise beyond Andy's rambling on here at least. (not that there's anything wrong with Andy's rambling, mind!)
Friday, July 16, 2004
We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true. --Robert Wilensky
Where the heck is everyone at?
Now don't tell me that our Albia contingent is too poor to get on the internet. I know there are people in the world poorer than yourselves who log on daily. And the crew at Martin's would probably jack-in directly to their cerebellum, if such technology existed. So I know there are people on the internet. None of you have lives interesting enough to talk about on here? Couldn't someone at least post a rant about how shitty their life is. At least I would have SOMETHING to read at work.
I was especially dissipointed to find that I only had about four or five missed calls on my phone last night when I got it back.
My phone was apparently buried under one of many piles of dirtly (or clean, who can tell) laundry that was lying in the middle of Ryan and Heather's apartment. I left it there Tuesday night and just got it back last night. In that time I only recieved about eight calls (two of which, I made), four voice messages and three text messages.
I swear, no one but Lucas loves me.
When I checked my voice messages I was somewhat excited to find that there were four new messages. However, when I began listening to them, my excitment quickly dissipated.
1st message: "Hey Andy! This is Lucas, how're ya doin' buddy? When are you coming back to Albia? Maybe we can go out to the bar and...." *click*
Next message: "Hey, this is Lucas. Just wondering what yer up to man." *click*
Next message: (this one was actually my Aunt calling)
Last message: "Hey Andy, this is Lucas. Where are you man, I've been callin a bunch and..." *click*
If I come back down this weekend, Lucas is the only person I'm calling. The rest of you will be lucky if I even step foot into gertonia. (That is, unless one of you calls me with a sincere apology and the promise of much booze if I promise to come play with you :)
Where the heck is everyone at?
Now don't tell me that our Albia contingent is too poor to get on the internet. I know there are people in the world poorer than yourselves who log on daily. And the crew at Martin's would probably jack-in directly to their cerebellum, if such technology existed. So I know there are people on the internet. None of you have lives interesting enough to talk about on here? Couldn't someone at least post a rant about how shitty their life is. At least I would have SOMETHING to read at work.
I was especially dissipointed to find that I only had about four or five missed calls on my phone last night when I got it back.
My phone was apparently buried under one of many piles of dirtly (or clean, who can tell) laundry that was lying in the middle of Ryan and Heather's apartment. I left it there Tuesday night and just got it back last night. In that time I only recieved about eight calls (two of which, I made), four voice messages and three text messages.
I swear, no one but Lucas loves me.
When I checked my voice messages I was somewhat excited to find that there were four new messages. However, when I began listening to them, my excitment quickly dissipated.
1st message: "Hey Andy! This is Lucas, how're ya doin' buddy? When are you coming back to Albia? Maybe we can go out to the bar and...." *click*
Next message: "Hey, this is Lucas. Just wondering what yer up to man." *click*
Next message: (this one was actually my Aunt calling)
Last message: "Hey Andy, this is Lucas. Where are you man, I've been callin a bunch and..." *click*
If I come back down this weekend, Lucas is the only person I'm calling. The rest of you will be lucky if I even step foot into gertonia. (That is, unless one of you calls me with a sincere apology and the promise of much booze if I promise to come play with you :)
Thursday, July 15, 2004
The Procrastinator's Creed:
1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.
2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.
3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.
4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.
5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.
6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.
7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero.
8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next year.
9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.
10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.
11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task.
12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/plan/plan.
13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever.
14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator's Society) if they ever get it organized.
2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.
3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.
4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.
5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.
6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.
7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero.
8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next year.
9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.
10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.
11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task.
12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/plan/plan.
13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever.
14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator's Society) if they ever get it organized.
Monday, July 12, 2004
What happens in Tucson, STAYS in Tucson!
Man, Tucson seems like a pretty tame city. Like a hot, dry Des Moines. I checked a few entertainment websites and none of them listed anything that a guy under 60 would enjoy. If you want to hit up some bingo at St. Mark's Lutheran, then you're in luck. Otherwise I would suggest taking a stroll over by the University of Arizona campus.
In my experience, where there's a college, theres something going on. Even if it is the summer, I'm sure there are bars or coffee shops or something cool to check out over there.
If nothing else, just walk around until you spy something that looks fun...or until you get mugged. If you do get mugged, that would give you a chance to practice your martial arts. I'm sure you've learned something from watching all that anime.
In my experience, where there's a college, theres something going on. Even if it is the summer, I'm sure there are bars or coffee shops or something cool to check out over there.
If nothing else, just walk around until you spy something that looks fun...or until you get mugged. If you do get mugged, that would give you a chance to practice your martial arts. I'm sure you've learned something from watching all that anime.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
There is no medicine for stupid.
Hello from Tucson. It's damn hot here, but the room ac is up to the task. Went to a welcome reception thing. Good food, free liquor. Anyway, I'll be here 3 more days. Anybody know anything good to do in Tucson that can be done in a couple hours in the evening? It would be nice to be able to do something besides train and watch tv while I'm down here.
I gained a little more sympathy for hotel employees today. As I was waiting at the reception desk, I observed one dealing with one of probably many daily assholes. The guy was bitching because some evil hotel employee, obviously out to make his life miserable, had apparently charged his credit card separately for the room and for the extra charges. The clerk told him that he would reverse both charges and redo them as a single one. Then the guy started going off about how there would then be two charges, two credits, and one more charge. This seemed incomprehensible to him. The poor clerk apologized repeatedly; eventually the guy got tired of staring at the clerk and telling him how upset he was and went away. WTF? Is the guy so anal he can't handle 4 extra lines on his bill? Is he pissed because this'll make it harder to sneak all his late night porn onto his expense sheet? It's people like this that make clerks pissy with the rest of us (although this clerk seemed to take it pretty well).
Blah...I've been awake since much too early after far too few hours of sleep, so I will leave you with these words of wisdom: Always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them more.
I gained a little more sympathy for hotel employees today. As I was waiting at the reception desk, I observed one dealing with one of probably many daily assholes. The guy was bitching because some evil hotel employee, obviously out to make his life miserable, had apparently charged his credit card separately for the room and for the extra charges. The clerk told him that he would reverse both charges and redo them as a single one. Then the guy started going off about how there would then be two charges, two credits, and one more charge. This seemed incomprehensible to him. The poor clerk apologized repeatedly; eventually the guy got tired of staring at the clerk and telling him how upset he was and went away. WTF? Is the guy so anal he can't handle 4 extra lines on his bill? Is he pissed because this'll make it harder to sneak all his late night porn onto his expense sheet? It's people like this that make clerks pissy with the rest of us (although this clerk seemed to take it pretty well).
Blah...I've been awake since much too early after far too few hours of sleep, so I will leave you with these words of wisdom: Always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them more.
Big fucking whales. . . and other senceless Dave dribble
...I want to go back to Denver. Cant because my car is still fuckered up. Im still goin to the party on friday at Sarah's lil thing. Gert said somethin about him trying to get that day off. I dont have the heart to tell him about how hes not so much welcome there? And that she has a date fer the party too. SO if gert goes tehre it will be disasterous...
As well...i want to get back into school. Get back into my groove. Get out of this boring fucking town. No offence to anyone. Wow. I feel like Im being a fucking idiot on here saying to everyone that school is better then here. Im just...i dont know. Sick of being around things? I have this feeling gert is over and done w/ me sticking around his place. IE im gettin to be an annoyance to him. Bah.
Scotch scotch scotch.
As well...i want to get back into school. Get back into my groove. Get out of this boring fucking town. No offence to anyone. Wow. I feel like Im being a fucking idiot on here saying to everyone that school is better then here. Im just...i dont know. Sick of being around things? I have this feeling gert is over and done w/ me sticking around his place. IE im gettin to be an annoyance to him. Bah.
Scotch scotch scotch.
First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.
I got a big ol' gun with a big ol' bullet.
Come on fool! Walk up my hill. I'll send you rolling back down with blood in your hair.
If you come after me you better be faster than a bullet and bigger than a bear.
Summerfest in Ankeny was the shiznit. Two nights of drunken fun.
The after-party friday night was wierd though. It was in a town called Huxley, north of Ankeny. In a house that used to be a cafe, lived four rich boys fronting as punks. They bought it and put up concert posters they bought off some website. They also had some expensive toys, like a nice drum-set, a few guitars, some speakers, a ping-pong table, a foozeball table and an assortment of other good-looking furnishings.
They had an entertainment center that probably cost about $5000. The big-screen alone would be around six-hundred, I'm sure. A Clockwork Orange was playing on the mammoth screen. The movie was rented--they had never seen it.
I ruined the ending. Told them how he would eventually get brainwashed to be disgusted by violence.
We played pingpong on their table. Played their drums and their guitars. It was fun. I am always amazed at how easy it is to fret an electric guitar.
Trent was shotguning beers all night with some girl he had met the night before. (She works at Victoria's Secret. Good body, but I didn't like her face. I saw her again yesterday in the mall.)
I think the guys that lived there were starting to get a little upset with us. Trent was really drunk and loud. They were all sitting on a couch with their girlfriends, watching the movie, waiting for the ending that I had already explained.
One of them finally stood and started walking over toward the congregation that had formed around their bar.
I was worried there might be a fight, so I told Trent we needed to go. Shit, we had to work at nine in the morning after-all. I drove him home.
I wonder if you could be brainwashed to be homosexual, or heterosexual--maybe even metrosexual. I wonder if the right-wing, anti-gay types would try that. First they ban gay marriage, then they ban gays entirely. Maybe I would rebel by having a secret homosexual brainwashing. I would be the last homosexual man in America. The last hairspray-slinger.
Then again, maybe they wouldn't do anything so interesting. They would probably be lazy and wipe them out with public executions. Don't change them, just kill them.
Discord seems to inevitably graduate to some kind of an attack.
Come on fool! Walk up my hill. I'll send you rolling back down with blood in your hair.
If you come after me you better be faster than a bullet and bigger than a bear.
Summerfest in Ankeny was the shiznit. Two nights of drunken fun.
The after-party friday night was wierd though. It was in a town called Huxley, north of Ankeny. In a house that used to be a cafe, lived four rich boys fronting as punks. They bought it and put up concert posters they bought off some website. They also had some expensive toys, like a nice drum-set, a few guitars, some speakers, a ping-pong table, a foozeball table and an assortment of other good-looking furnishings.
They had an entertainment center that probably cost about $5000. The big-screen alone would be around six-hundred, I'm sure. A Clockwork Orange was playing on the mammoth screen. The movie was rented--they had never seen it.
I ruined the ending. Told them how he would eventually get brainwashed to be disgusted by violence.
We played pingpong on their table. Played their drums and their guitars. It was fun. I am always amazed at how easy it is to fret an electric guitar.
Trent was shotguning beers all night with some girl he had met the night before. (She works at Victoria's Secret. Good body, but I didn't like her face. I saw her again yesterday in the mall.)
I think the guys that lived there were starting to get a little upset with us. Trent was really drunk and loud. They were all sitting on a couch with their girlfriends, watching the movie, waiting for the ending that I had already explained.
One of them finally stood and started walking over toward the congregation that had formed around their bar.
I was worried there might be a fight, so I told Trent we needed to go. Shit, we had to work at nine in the morning after-all. I drove him home.
I wonder if you could be brainwashed to be homosexual, or heterosexual--maybe even metrosexual. I wonder if the right-wing, anti-gay types would try that. First they ban gay marriage, then they ban gays entirely. Maybe I would rebel by having a secret homosexual brainwashing. I would be the last homosexual man in America. The last hairspray-slinger.
Then again, maybe they wouldn't do anything so interesting. They would probably be lazy and wipe them out with public executions. Don't change them, just kill them.
Discord seems to inevitably graduate to some kind of an attack.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
He does exist!
Well I sit here having just finished Neil Gaiman's American Gods, and I must say its a hell of a read. I think I started reading it on Monday night, and finished it now on friday. Amounts to over a hundred pages a night, perhaps the most I've read in years. It has been a glorious reprieve from the toils of work. You should read it if you get the chance. It might not have been Monday night that I started it though, which isn't to say that it still wasn't enjoyable.
Its just that time is strange for me here.
I awaken at 8am, dress, and bike to work where I remain until around 5pm.
I return home to eat supper and try to relax for an hour or two.
I work for a few more hours, and then sleep.
Somehow I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that times passage seems to blur.
I find myself frustrated and annoyed, though predominantly on an interpersonal level. Its not that I have a hard time getting along with people or anything, by no means. But all the other interns (not to mention the employees) are at least returning for their second summer. Not to say that any of them are the most successful social creatures to begin with, but they have their friends and don't seem particularly keen on making more. I get along with them well enough, but they somehow seem to remain aquantances.
On the bright side, programming goes well. I somehow keep ending up with the most difficult and frustrating tasks for the project. On some level I'm sure I choose them. Despite aggravating me they have actually forced me to learn a lot. Which is after all the point of my exile.
My progress and observations lend me faith that I may well be able to come out of college with my own studio(or at least the beginnings of one). I still have some things to learn before I'll really be there, but there are some guys around here that have their own studios and are making it. So I hope I can learn the ways by hanging out with them some, if I can ever catch them anyway.
I've fallen in to the habit of starting music on my computer and leaving it going when I leave. The headphones remain quiet enough that I don't notice, and its sort of interesting to see what song its found its way to upon my return. This time it was a Nine Inch Nails remix of closer. I like NIN, they are interesting. I like that Trent Resnor does it all. Makes me want to do it all, or at least know that I could. I guess thats sorta why I want to have a studio that makes stuff, so that I can do it all (whatever all ends up being). Hopefully I can manage to make a living that way, though its likely to include some long days and short nights along the way.
Speaking of working, for those of you who have never worked under a non-disclosure agreement (NDA), know that its strange. Its particularly troublesome for me. Having struggled to find recognition and a place to explore game developement I have on some level found release. I find myself excited about the things that I'm now being allowed to work on, just as I find myself legally bound not to speak of selfsame things.
Its aggravating, and hopefully goes some way towards explaining my general lack of visibility. Its not that I'm trying to avoid you or anything, its just that its kind of ackward. My whole life out here revolves around work. With few exceptions my waking hours are bound to it, and I can not talk about it. Not to mention the general tired/fried sort of feeling I experience when I do step away (or am made to step away by inability to focus).
Speaking of which, I grow tired. I shall retire, but know that I yet live...
Its just that time is strange for me here.
I awaken at 8am, dress, and bike to work where I remain until around 5pm.
I return home to eat supper and try to relax for an hour or two.
I work for a few more hours, and then sleep.
Somehow I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that times passage seems to blur.
I find myself frustrated and annoyed, though predominantly on an interpersonal level. Its not that I have a hard time getting along with people or anything, by no means. But all the other interns (not to mention the employees) are at least returning for their second summer. Not to say that any of them are the most successful social creatures to begin with, but they have their friends and don't seem particularly keen on making more. I get along with them well enough, but they somehow seem to remain aquantances.
On the bright side, programming goes well. I somehow keep ending up with the most difficult and frustrating tasks for the project. On some level I'm sure I choose them. Despite aggravating me they have actually forced me to learn a lot. Which is after all the point of my exile.
My progress and observations lend me faith that I may well be able to come out of college with my own studio(or at least the beginnings of one). I still have some things to learn before I'll really be there, but there are some guys around here that have their own studios and are making it. So I hope I can learn the ways by hanging out with them some, if I can ever catch them anyway.
I've fallen in to the habit of starting music on my computer and leaving it going when I leave. The headphones remain quiet enough that I don't notice, and its sort of interesting to see what song its found its way to upon my return. This time it was a Nine Inch Nails remix of closer. I like NIN, they are interesting. I like that Trent Resnor does it all. Makes me want to do it all, or at least know that I could. I guess thats sorta why I want to have a studio that makes stuff, so that I can do it all (whatever all ends up being). Hopefully I can manage to make a living that way, though its likely to include some long days and short nights along the way.
Speaking of working, for those of you who have never worked under a non-disclosure agreement (NDA), know that its strange. Its particularly troublesome for me. Having struggled to find recognition and a place to explore game developement I have on some level found release. I find myself excited about the things that I'm now being allowed to work on, just as I find myself legally bound not to speak of selfsame things.
Its aggravating, and hopefully goes some way towards explaining my general lack of visibility. Its not that I'm trying to avoid you or anything, its just that its kind of ackward. My whole life out here revolves around work. With few exceptions my waking hours are bound to it, and I can not talk about it. Not to mention the general tired/fried sort of feeling I experience when I do step away (or am made to step away by inability to focus).
Speaking of which, I grow tired. I shall retire, but know that I yet live...
Friday, July 09, 2004
I bet you can't even pop a boner
How can that book be 166 pages? Real Ultimate Power is like...seven words repeated over and over. Ninjas, kill, sweet, boner, flip out and stuff.
"Ninjas flip out and kill stuff and thats sweet!"
And he has a book!?!?
Now, I'm not saying that I don't like the site. It's sweet. But a book? I can't imagine 166 pages of that website. But he does claim that the book will 'pump me up' for the rest of my life. So I might have to buy it.
"Ninjas flip out and kill stuff and thats sweet!"
And he has a book!?!?
Now, I'm not saying that I don't like the site. It's sweet. But a book? I can't imagine 166 pages of that website. But he does claim that the book will 'pump me up' for the rest of my life. So I might have to buy it.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Wisdom and Jelly Beans OR Pain and Suffering?
I choose the wisdom, and jelly beans of course.
That is what popped up when I signed into blogger.
Yesterday was a wonderful day.
Then- today came. Which really didn't start out too bad, I kind of slept in a little late, went to work at noon, as scheduled. Wasn't really busy, so didn't make a lot of money. Which sometimes happens, no surprise there. So, I got off work 3 hours early and went home. [insert woohoo here]
There on my kitchen table was a white envelope with the IHCC stampage, and address, etc on it.
Could it be? My diploma? Finally?
I had been feeling slightly dismayed for a while, as Amish had received his 900th car-fixin' diploma and I had yet to receive my AA diploma.
No. It was not my diploma.
It was a letter to tell me that I had really not graduated from IHCC. I had met all credit requirements, but had not fulfilled my mathematics reqs. Yet, my advisor had given me the thumbs up, signed my intent to graduate sheet, and sent me on my way in April.
Those fucks.
So, I sit here in the Indian Hills building at 7:15 pm, registering for a class that will begin on Tuesday, and conclude the 19th of August. So, this means that no going to Minnesota for me, working longer at Pizza Hut than I had expected, and only having 3 days between the end of IHCC classes, and the beginning of UNI classes. Argh.
Oh, and to address Tim and Andy's postings on literature of pain and suffering, here's one that could prove useful. It is entitled Night, by Eli Wiesel. This book is written by a Transylvania Jew who was only 15 when he was taken from his home and was subjected to the usual torture. He watched his mother and sisters be thrown into a furnace/crematory, and he watched his father slowly die over the 3 years they were subjected to Germany's worst camps. [auschwitz, buna, birkenow] And his recollection of D-day. Its a provocative piece of literature, and very powerful, as it is written from a child's point of view, but it is wonderfully written. I own a copy of it, and its no thicker than an owner's manuel for a vehicle. Actually, its probably smaller than that. Its a whopping 119 pages I think, but well worth the read.
And so I end my rant with that.
Hopefully all is well in everyone else's world. I promised Ryan I'd bring SNL's best of Will Ferrell, and some coke for booze mixin, so I'm off.
To all a good night.
That is what popped up when I signed into blogger.
Yesterday was a wonderful day.
Then- today came. Which really didn't start out too bad, I kind of slept in a little late, went to work at noon, as scheduled. Wasn't really busy, so didn't make a lot of money. Which sometimes happens, no surprise there. So, I got off work 3 hours early and went home. [insert woohoo here]
There on my kitchen table was a white envelope with the IHCC stampage, and address, etc on it.
Could it be? My diploma? Finally?
I had been feeling slightly dismayed for a while, as Amish had received his 900th car-fixin' diploma and I had yet to receive my AA diploma.
No. It was not my diploma.
It was a letter to tell me that I had really not graduated from IHCC. I had met all credit requirements, but had not fulfilled my mathematics reqs. Yet, my advisor had given me the thumbs up, signed my intent to graduate sheet, and sent me on my way in April.
Those fucks.
So, I sit here in the Indian Hills building at 7:15 pm, registering for a class that will begin on Tuesday, and conclude the 19th of August. So, this means that no going to Minnesota for me, working longer at Pizza Hut than I had expected, and only having 3 days between the end of IHCC classes, and the beginning of UNI classes. Argh.
Oh, and to address Tim and Andy's postings on literature of pain and suffering, here's one that could prove useful. It is entitled Night, by Eli Wiesel. This book is written by a Transylvania Jew who was only 15 when he was taken from his home and was subjected to the usual torture. He watched his mother and sisters be thrown into a furnace/crematory, and he watched his father slowly die over the 3 years they were subjected to Germany's worst camps. [auschwitz, buna, birkenow] And his recollection of D-day. Its a provocative piece of literature, and very powerful, as it is written from a child's point of view, but it is wonderfully written. I own a copy of it, and its no thicker than an owner's manuel for a vehicle. Actually, its probably smaller than that. Its a whopping 119 pages I think, but well worth the read.
And so I end my rant with that.
Hopefully all is well in everyone else's world. I promised Ryan I'd bring SNL's best of Will Ferrell, and some coke for booze mixin, so I'm off.
To all a good night.
Mel Gibson's dad was right. It IS all the jews' fault!
I've also seen those flyers with the deformed children. They were handing them out while we stood in line for Fareienheiht(sp) 9/11.
While Tim seems to have briefly glanced at the flyer, I stared fully at it for quite a while. My flyer had a front and back side. The front was filled with horrific images of deformed children, along with a single picture of a hand holding a spent round of ammunition. The back of the flyer had a place for a stamp and an address. The address was apparently owned by some individual who had control over the distribution and/or use of the ammunition.
The ammunition in question are depleted uranium rounds used by the American military. Why these are better than conventional (non-uranium) rounds is because uranium is the heaviest naturally occuring substance on earth. The uranium tipped rounds have a higher armor piercing capability than any conventional round. Our military is using these in Afganastan and Iraq. The result is radiation sickness in children who live near the battlefields.
For more info on these, click here.
As for the questions this flyer raised in Tim's abnormally large head, I can offer no concrete answers. No one, that I know of, can.
Even the Bible seems to skirt this issue. The only part of the Bible dedicated to the problem of pain is the book of Job. I don't know if any of you have read the book of Job, but it doesn't offer any reassuring answers either. In fact, it is likely that the book was altered by a scribe who felt there needed to be more evidence that Job was somehow at fault.
The problem of pain, in a world supposedly created and controled by an omnipotent and benevolent God has been awarded its own name within Theology. It is called Theodocy. There are some very intense websites that pop up if you google that word, by the way. C.S. Lewis tries to tackle Theodocy in his book The Problem of Pain. This is a pretty good read, but I'm not sure exactly how well it solves the problem. I felt that it raised more questions than it answered.
Many people in this world believe that the universe was created by a being who exists externally. This being is the Creator. A great majority of those who believe in a Creator, attribute to the entity things like omnipresence and omnipotence. These are fancy words that basically mean that this Creator can be everywhere at once and is all-powerful. Some also attribute to the Creator benevolence. Another fifty cent word that means 'all well-wishing'.
The problem is that an entity who is all-powerful and all well-wishing could not possibly lord over a world where extreme pain and suffering exist. If the entity is all well-wishing, then it would not want to allow suffering to exist. If the entity is all-powerful, then it would also have the ability to end this suffering. So, if 'C' (suffering) exists then either 'A' (omnipotence) or 'B' (benevolence) cannot be attributes of the Creator.
A+B=C is not correct.
Many philosophers and theologians who try to solve the problem simply eliminate 'A' or 'B'. They claim that the Creator (yes, also called God, but I'm trying to avoid the connotations of that word) is either not all-powerful or the Creator is not benevolent.
A post-holocost Jewish scholor makes just such a claim. His name escapes me, but I clearly remember hearing about him in my Philosophy of Religion class. He claims that God must be omnipotent, but cannot be benevolent to allow things like the holocost to take place.
Many Christians default to the 'free-will' argument that Tim mentioned. This basically claims that since humans have the freedom to choose their own fates, and are fallible, suffering will inevitably result. This view fails to take into account suffering caused by natural disasters and the like.
There is another alternative, however, that was (to the best of my knowledge) first proposed by a Hindu philosopher by the name of Sri Aurobindo. I was introduced to Mr. Aurobindo's book Rebirth and Karma about a year ago. In it, he argues that the entire purpose of life is to learn. He claims that our Creator sends us to earth many times in cycles of rebirth. The purpose of our coming here is for our souls to grow in experience, wisdom and knowledge. One of the ways in which we learn is through suffering. In fact, he claims that some of the most important lessons are learned through suffering.
Initially, it would seem that he is not solving the Thodocy problem. There is still suffering. C still exists, so either A or B must not. He says 'No'. He claims that we do not understand the equation at all. 'C' is not what we think it is. While we may see suffering as horrible, we are somehow mising the big picture. Our evolution as a species, and our souls personal evolution is dependant upon 'C'.
Do I personally agree? I don't know. I'm not offering answers, just pondering theories. It's something I do a lot. And every once in a while I enjoy sharing. It helps to get these ideas out of my head and into the public forum. I don't want to spark a religious debate or anything, so don't think thats what I'm trying to do. And if one does erupt....Its Tim's fault. He started it. :p
If you want to know what I personally think about suffering. I agree with Mel Gibson's dad. Its all the jews' fault. ;o)
While Tim seems to have briefly glanced at the flyer, I stared fully at it for quite a while. My flyer had a front and back side. The front was filled with horrific images of deformed children, along with a single picture of a hand holding a spent round of ammunition. The back of the flyer had a place for a stamp and an address. The address was apparently owned by some individual who had control over the distribution and/or use of the ammunition.
The ammunition in question are depleted uranium rounds used by the American military. Why these are better than conventional (non-uranium) rounds is because uranium is the heaviest naturally occuring substance on earth. The uranium tipped rounds have a higher armor piercing capability than any conventional round. Our military is using these in Afganastan and Iraq. The result is radiation sickness in children who live near the battlefields.
For more info on these, click here.
As for the questions this flyer raised in Tim's abnormally large head, I can offer no concrete answers. No one, that I know of, can.
Even the Bible seems to skirt this issue. The only part of the Bible dedicated to the problem of pain is the book of Job. I don't know if any of you have read the book of Job, but it doesn't offer any reassuring answers either. In fact, it is likely that the book was altered by a scribe who felt there needed to be more evidence that Job was somehow at fault.
The problem of pain, in a world supposedly created and controled by an omnipotent and benevolent God has been awarded its own name within Theology. It is called Theodocy. There are some very intense websites that pop up if you google that word, by the way. C.S. Lewis tries to tackle Theodocy in his book The Problem of Pain. This is a pretty good read, but I'm not sure exactly how well it solves the problem. I felt that it raised more questions than it answered.
Many people in this world believe that the universe was created by a being who exists externally. This being is the Creator. A great majority of those who believe in a Creator, attribute to the entity things like omnipresence and omnipotence. These are fancy words that basically mean that this Creator can be everywhere at once and is all-powerful. Some also attribute to the Creator benevolence. Another fifty cent word that means 'all well-wishing'.
The problem is that an entity who is all-powerful and all well-wishing could not possibly lord over a world where extreme pain and suffering exist. If the entity is all well-wishing, then it would not want to allow suffering to exist. If the entity is all-powerful, then it would also have the ability to end this suffering. So, if 'C' (suffering) exists then either 'A' (omnipotence) or 'B' (benevolence) cannot be attributes of the Creator.
A+B=C is not correct.
Many philosophers and theologians who try to solve the problem simply eliminate 'A' or 'B'. They claim that the Creator (yes, also called God, but I'm trying to avoid the connotations of that word) is either not all-powerful or the Creator is not benevolent.
A post-holocost Jewish scholor makes just such a claim. His name escapes me, but I clearly remember hearing about him in my Philosophy of Religion class. He claims that God must be omnipotent, but cannot be benevolent to allow things like the holocost to take place.
Many Christians default to the 'free-will' argument that Tim mentioned. This basically claims that since humans have the freedom to choose their own fates, and are fallible, suffering will inevitably result. This view fails to take into account suffering caused by natural disasters and the like.
There is another alternative, however, that was (to the best of my knowledge) first proposed by a Hindu philosopher by the name of Sri Aurobindo. I was introduced to Mr. Aurobindo's book Rebirth and Karma about a year ago. In it, he argues that the entire purpose of life is to learn. He claims that our Creator sends us to earth many times in cycles of rebirth. The purpose of our coming here is for our souls to grow in experience, wisdom and knowledge. One of the ways in which we learn is through suffering. In fact, he claims that some of the most important lessons are learned through suffering.
Initially, it would seem that he is not solving the Thodocy problem. There is still suffering. C still exists, so either A or B must not. He says 'No'. He claims that we do not understand the equation at all. 'C' is not what we think it is. While we may see suffering as horrible, we are somehow mising the big picture. Our evolution as a species, and our souls personal evolution is dependant upon 'C'.
Do I personally agree? I don't know. I'm not offering answers, just pondering theories. It's something I do a lot. And every once in a while I enjoy sharing. It helps to get these ideas out of my head and into the public forum. I don't want to spark a religious debate or anything, so don't think thats what I'm trying to do. And if one does erupt....Its Tim's fault. He started it. :p
If you want to know what I personally think about suffering. I agree with Mel Gibson's dad. Its all the jews' fault. ;o)
Weeeeeeellll Shiiiiiiiit...
Ugh. Kelly, Lacy, and myself got tipsey off of Mudslides. Then I realized Grrt was fucking fried out of his mind. Ive never seen him get so god damned mad. He truely is a puppet of fuck.
As well, never watch RotK drunk. It leads to bad jokes and tiredom.
As well, never watch RotK drunk. It leads to bad jokes and tiredom.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Curse this infernal machine!
Here I am in Cedar Falls (again). My girlfriend is at work now, so I am at the computer lab experiencing the fastass connection speeds of the campus connection and wondering how I’ve been able to live with dialup.
It’s strange being here on campus because the weather is surprisingly cold, making it feel like October, which triggers memories of the past couple falls (spent watching lame tv reruns of horror movies while doing homework, or drinking heavily at various Parties de Halloween). For those of you who are UNI students past or future, I’ll say that an entirely new section of the grounds are now torn up, meaning only that a different thirty percent of campus is now inaccessible.
While I was bumming around the deserted Union building I saw this flyer up with pictures of casualties of recent US war involvements. Most of these were infants or children, and some were grotesquely deformed, supposedly due to rifle rounds and other armaments with some sort of radioactive effect. This all was taken in pretty quickly, because it was a small flyer, but was disturbing.
People have always been asking why horrible things happen to good people if we really live in a world created by a benevolent God. I used to feel that evil was necessary as a by-product of moral freedom; if God didn’t allow us to do evil, after all, there would be no choice in morality and we’d be mindless subjects. Recently, though, I’ve started feeling differently. I still believe that free will is necessary, and so some evil must also be present, but if there really exists a benevolent God then why do we need the really disgusting parts of life (rape, mutilation, murder)? Why are we allowed to do these things? Is it really true that a necessary condition of existence under God is the daily ruination of life for innocent people?
Anyway, that’s getting rambly. I didn’t know until just now that rambly’s not a word. But I guess it makes sense.
It’s strange being here on campus because the weather is surprisingly cold, making it feel like October, which triggers memories of the past couple falls (spent watching lame tv reruns of horror movies while doing homework, or drinking heavily at various Parties de Halloween). For those of you who are UNI students past or future, I’ll say that an entirely new section of the grounds are now torn up, meaning only that a different thirty percent of campus is now inaccessible.
While I was bumming around the deserted Union building I saw this flyer up with pictures of casualties of recent US war involvements. Most of these were infants or children, and some were grotesquely deformed, supposedly due to rifle rounds and other armaments with some sort of radioactive effect. This all was taken in pretty quickly, because it was a small flyer, but was disturbing.
People have always been asking why horrible things happen to good people if we really live in a world created by a benevolent God. I used to feel that evil was necessary as a by-product of moral freedom; if God didn’t allow us to do evil, after all, there would be no choice in morality and we’d be mindless subjects. Recently, though, I’ve started feeling differently. I still believe that free will is necessary, and so some evil must also be present, but if there really exists a benevolent God then why do we need the really disgusting parts of life (rape, mutilation, murder)? Why are we allowed to do these things? Is it really true that a necessary condition of existence under God is the daily ruination of life for innocent people?
Anyway, that’s getting rambly. I didn’t know until just now that rambly’s not a word. But I guess it makes sense.
Ride the pig.
Here I am in Cedar Falls (again). My girlfriend is at work now, so I am at the computer lab experiencing the fastass connection speeds of the campus connection and wondering how I’ve been able to live with dialup.
It’s strange being here on campus because the weather is surprisingly cold, making it feel like October, which triggers memories of the past couple falls (spent watching lame tv reruns of horror movies while doing homework, or drinking heavily at various Parties de Halloween). For those of you who are UNI students past or future, I’ll say that an entirely new section of the grounds are now torn up, meaning only that a different thirty percent of campus is now inaccessible.
While I was bumming around the deserted Union building I saw this flyer up with pictures of casualties of recent US war involvements. Most of these were infants or children, and some were grotesquely deformed, supposedly due to rifle rounds and other armaments with some sort of radioactive effect. This all was taken in pretty quickly, because it was a small flyer, but was disturbing.
People have always been asking why horrible things happen to good people if we really live in a world created by a benevolent God. I used to feel that evil was necessary as a by-product of moral freedom; if God didn’t allow us to do evil, after all, there would be no choice in morality and we’d be mindless subjects. Recently, though, I’ve started feeling differently. I still believe that free will is necessary, and so some evil must also be present, but if there really exists a benevolent God then why do we need the really disgusting parts of life (rape, mutilation, murder)? Why are we allowed to do these things? Is it really true that a necessary condition of existence under God is the daily ruination of life for innocent people?
Anyway, that’s getting rambly. I didn’t know until just now that rambly’s not a word. But I guess it makes sense.
It’s strange being here on campus because the weather is surprisingly cold, making it feel like October, which triggers memories of the past couple falls (spent watching lame tv reruns of horror movies while doing homework, or drinking heavily at various Parties de Halloween). For those of you who are UNI students past or future, I’ll say that an entirely new section of the grounds are now torn up, meaning only that a different thirty percent of campus is now inaccessible.
While I was bumming around the deserted Union building I saw this flyer up with pictures of casualties of recent US war involvements. Most of these were infants or children, and some were grotesquely deformed, supposedly due to rifle rounds and other armaments with some sort of radioactive effect. This all was taken in pretty quickly, because it was a small flyer, but was disturbing.
People have always been asking why horrible things happen to good people if we really live in a world created by a benevolent God. I used to feel that evil was necessary as a by-product of moral freedom; if God didn’t allow us to do evil, after all, there would be no choice in morality and we’d be mindless subjects. Recently, though, I’ve started feeling differently. I still believe that free will is necessary, and so some evil must also be present, but if there really exists a benevolent God then why do we need the really disgusting parts of life (rape, mutilation, murder)? Why are we allowed to do these things? Is it really true that a necessary condition of existence under God is the daily ruination of life for innocent people?
Anyway, that’s getting rambly. I didn’t know until just now that rambly’s not a word. But I guess it makes sense.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
There's a shiny blue spider on your leg
Halo. Ah, how it makes me feel all warm and tingly. No, wait, thats the whiskey.
Oh well, still fun times. Our team got our asses handed to us pretty much every time, but it was still a lot of fun. That last game I thought I would easily have the most kills. I think I ended up with around 45. Daniel had 69 exactly. That kid is an animal. Allowing him and Ryan to be on the same team was a very silly thing for the rest of us to do.
I haven't checked the blog in a few days, and I expected there to be a few new posts since then. I guess everyone else has been about as busy as me. Or you're all just lazy :p
I had a really full week, and weekend. It was puncuated by boozy outings and and sleazy women. Not so much the sleazy women actually. I just saw a lot of sleezy looking women this weekend. I spelled sleazy/sleezy both ways, because I wasn't sure which was correct. I didn't feel like looking it up, thus, two spellings.
Prairie Meadows put on one hell of a fireworks display. I was so close that cardboard shrapnel was landing in my hair. It was amazing. I think a few of the explosions scared my sister though. She would let out a yelp every now and then.
That was where most of the sleazy/sleezy women were. Casino's must be like the sleazy/sleezy woman watering holes. Women in their late 40's and early 50's wearing tanktops, too much makeup, and chain smoking like the shit is going to get banned.
I also got to meet some of Jason's more crazy high school friends. All these guys talked about was their adventures with LSD. Some of the stories made me want some LSD, and some of the stories made me glad that I don't currently have any access to LSD. These guys were nuts too, by the way. None of them had a license. One guy was just bumming rides from whomever would put up with his drunk ass.
Because of these jokers, I ended up driving to damn near every strip club in Des Moines, trying to see if any of them were open. Someone in the car had brains and told us that none of them would be, but no one listened. So, like a good little bitch, I drove all around Des Moines trying to find and open titty-bar. There were none.
And their alternative to an open titty-bar? What do they do when they can't find an open titty-bar after the bars close? What comes in a close second to seeing naked women?
Playing NBA Jam on Sega Genesis.
I'm never hanging out with those guys again.
Unless they have LSD. Then I might think about it.
Oh well, still fun times. Our team got our asses handed to us pretty much every time, but it was still a lot of fun. That last game I thought I would easily have the most kills. I think I ended up with around 45. Daniel had 69 exactly. That kid is an animal. Allowing him and Ryan to be on the same team was a very silly thing for the rest of us to do.
I haven't checked the blog in a few days, and I expected there to be a few new posts since then. I guess everyone else has been about as busy as me. Or you're all just lazy :p
I had a really full week, and weekend. It was puncuated by boozy outings and and sleazy women. Not so much the sleazy women actually. I just saw a lot of sleezy looking women this weekend. I spelled sleazy/sleezy both ways, because I wasn't sure which was correct. I didn't feel like looking it up, thus, two spellings.
Prairie Meadows put on one hell of a fireworks display. I was so close that cardboard shrapnel was landing in my hair. It was amazing. I think a few of the explosions scared my sister though. She would let out a yelp every now and then.
That was where most of the sleazy/sleezy women were. Casino's must be like the sleazy/sleezy woman watering holes. Women in their late 40's and early 50's wearing tanktops, too much makeup, and chain smoking like the shit is going to get banned.
I also got to meet some of Jason's more crazy high school friends. All these guys talked about was their adventures with LSD. Some of the stories made me want some LSD, and some of the stories made me glad that I don't currently have any access to LSD. These guys were nuts too, by the way. None of them had a license. One guy was just bumming rides from whomever would put up with his drunk ass.
Because of these jokers, I ended up driving to damn near every strip club in Des Moines, trying to see if any of them were open. Someone in the car had brains and told us that none of them would be, but no one listened. So, like a good little bitch, I drove all around Des Moines trying to find and open titty-bar. There were none.
And their alternative to an open titty-bar? What do they do when they can't find an open titty-bar after the bars close? What comes in a close second to seeing naked women?
Playing NBA Jam on Sega Genesis.
I'm never hanging out with those guys again.
Unless they have LSD. Then I might think about it.
