Friday, March 21, 2003
I'm officially not winning my NCAA pool as of today. I personally blame Iraq.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
After walking in the door this evening and planting myself on the couch, I called justin. I wanted to see if he was into the idea of joining our NCAA bracket pool.
"Hey" he says -although not in as many words. Justin's a weird kid.
"Hey," I say "what are you up?"
"Sitting on my couch, watching the WAR, man."
haha. That's what i was doing.
Watched the war start on TV tonight.
Played some Grand Theft Auto for stress relief.
Ate some imitation cocoa puffs.
Watched Tom Brokaw in his pin-striped suit.
Dave and I watched Tom Brokaw and laughed about his off-colour commencement speech at Hopkins last year - it was about the most politically incorrect, uninformative, ignorant-sounding, and possibly even drunken speech I've heard by anyone, let alone someone of Brokaw's popular stature. We sat and watched him, laughing when he fumbled with his words and laughing more when miscues confused the live broadcasts...
*"...and now here's CNN's Chest Rockwell with more on that story from Kuwait...."*
*cut to confused looking reporter in goofy army hat, staring with a half smile off into space*
*painful silence*
*cut back to the news desk where some Skinemax-adult movie-type-lady-anchor sits in her low cut business suit, her hand cupped to her earpiece as she gets the news that she has to wing it because someone messed up*
*cut to stock footage of missiles firing...
"sssssSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo...."
that's what the missiles sound like*
*cut to that goddamn street intersection in Baghdad where a building just kind of sits there, looking very bored. A car passes.*
*cut to cool computer graphic fly-over of Baghdad and then cartoon map with war plans*
*commercial*
According to dave, the suit Brokaw's wearing on TV is the suit from the Mentos commercial. The one where the young businessman accidentally sits on a bench with wet white paint on it. Upon noticing he's got paint on his ass, the businessman ingeniously decides to roll around on the bench, creating a "pin-stripe" effect on his suit and therefore solving the critical "I-look-like-I have-paint-on-my-suit" dilemma. He then celebrates his awesomeness with a Mento.
Tom Brokaw never eats a Mento. But he, and a few of his fellow reporters, manage to say and do some equally funny stuff.
There's one retired general that NBC is using as a analyst who talks like he's trying to do a bad Shaun Connery impression...In his mean-looking shades-of-gray suit and power tie, he spouts goofy insights like: "We already have shome shecret operashuns already going on in Iraq, sho our shpeshial forces will be cri-ti-cal in the Nesxht few hoursh"
Then some stuff blows up and we, the viewing audience are bombarded with the same ambiguous ounce of information over and over - the army has made a pre-emptive strike on a bunker thought to possibly contain Hussein and his cronies. Graphics are drawn up, panelists speculate and postulate, pictures of "bunker-buster"bombs are flashed. Then more nothing.
SO the WAR is on it's way.
WAR happens on my TV.
WAR is happening, and the world gets alot bigger than it used to.
Countires all over the world issue statements of "concern" over our WAR.
The other governments, ones who are too economically involved with the U.S. to say bad stuff, re-iterate their support for the WAR while their populations shake thier heads in disbelief.
I have no idea how to feel, watching this video game.
I know a guy through Jenn who is in Bahrain right now, doing one of those millions of non-active army roles they advertise so heavily for in promotional highschool videos. I forget what he does, he was a history major in college.
A few of our family freinds have kids in the army.
I have a middleschool buddy in the Marines over there.
I guess i have to be on thier side. They're good people.
As people, they're not out to do evil.
And Saddam's a real asshole.
It seems easy to feel okay about what's happening looking at the WAR like this.
That simplicity is sweet and easy... and so I sit and joke with dave and pretend to enjoy it, because it's alot better than dealing with the fact that i am not at all for what is happening.
or why it is happening.
Beyond thoughts of freinds in the war, of cool TV graphics, and the think-tank projections that the Iraqis will surrender bloodlessy in the face of our might....
beyond this, I have to know that there's alot of bad at work, behind all this TV euphemism and war cartoonery
Alot of bad reasons.
Alot of bad things are going to happen to people who don't deserve it.
Alot of bad things are going to happen to people who VERY much deserve it.
Alot of teenagers without jobs or school, running around the middle east are learning how to hate America.
Alot of people all over the world are wincing, wondering how bad it's going to be when it's all over.
Alot of Americans are hating eachother for how they feel about the war.
ALOT of people are just watching and praying.
The peace movement around the world kind of seems unprecedented, in its size and in its momentum, but also for protesting a conflict that has only now just begun. I suppose that means there's hope. That's always good to know.
FInally,
I thought about it, and there'll be no Pacifist quoting going on here on this blog if i can help to remember it.
90% of the time...
...Quoting just shows lack of ability or inspiration. It's saying something without having to figure out how to say it - because someone else already did.
Quoting is also kind of like a litereary version of socialite name-dropping - like a car-buff talking about the specs on his Mustang's engine.
So yearbooks really piss me off.
People who quote alot say to me:
"Look! I quoted from somebody!"
"I know about Dante/Thoreau/Plato etc...!"
"I agree with whatever it is that they said, and i had to say it by quoting them rather than writing anything myself!"
That's kind of unfair, but i'm sleepy and i'm remembering some particulary bad quotes i read in Jenn's College Yearbook.
So.
no quotes about WAR here.
War is too big for small interpretations of old ideas.
there's just me.
and daily life.
worried,
but not too much.
doing stuff.
watching
and waiting patiently
for this to be over.
"Hey" he says -although not in as many words. Justin's a weird kid.
"Hey," I say "what are you up?"
"Sitting on my couch, watching the WAR, man."
haha. That's what i was doing.
Watched the war start on TV tonight.
Played some Grand Theft Auto for stress relief.
Ate some imitation cocoa puffs.
Watched Tom Brokaw in his pin-striped suit.
Dave and I watched Tom Brokaw and laughed about his off-colour commencement speech at Hopkins last year - it was about the most politically incorrect, uninformative, ignorant-sounding, and possibly even drunken speech I've heard by anyone, let alone someone of Brokaw's popular stature. We sat and watched him, laughing when he fumbled with his words and laughing more when miscues confused the live broadcasts...
*"...and now here's CNN's Chest Rockwell with more on that story from Kuwait...."*
*cut to confused looking reporter in goofy army hat, staring with a half smile off into space*
*painful silence*
*cut back to the news desk where some Skinemax-adult movie-type-lady-anchor sits in her low cut business suit, her hand cupped to her earpiece as she gets the news that she has to wing it because someone messed up*
*cut to stock footage of missiles firing...
"sssssSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo...."
that's what the missiles sound like*
*cut to that goddamn street intersection in Baghdad where a building just kind of sits there, looking very bored. A car passes.*
*cut to cool computer graphic fly-over of Baghdad and then cartoon map with war plans*
*commercial*
According to dave, the suit Brokaw's wearing on TV is the suit from the Mentos commercial. The one where the young businessman accidentally sits on a bench with wet white paint on it. Upon noticing he's got paint on his ass, the businessman ingeniously decides to roll around on the bench, creating a "pin-stripe" effect on his suit and therefore solving the critical "I-look-like-I have-paint-on-my-suit" dilemma. He then celebrates his awesomeness with a Mento.
Tom Brokaw never eats a Mento. But he, and a few of his fellow reporters, manage to say and do some equally funny stuff.
There's one retired general that NBC is using as a analyst who talks like he's trying to do a bad Shaun Connery impression...In his mean-looking shades-of-gray suit and power tie, he spouts goofy insights like: "We already have shome shecret operashuns already going on in Iraq, sho our shpeshial forces will be cri-ti-cal in the Nesxht few hoursh"
Then some stuff blows up and we, the viewing audience are bombarded with the same ambiguous ounce of information over and over - the army has made a pre-emptive strike on a bunker thought to possibly contain Hussein and his cronies. Graphics are drawn up, panelists speculate and postulate, pictures of "bunker-buster"bombs are flashed. Then more nothing.
SO the WAR is on it's way.
WAR happens on my TV.
WAR is happening, and the world gets alot bigger than it used to.
Countires all over the world issue statements of "concern" over our WAR.
The other governments, ones who are too economically involved with the U.S. to say bad stuff, re-iterate their support for the WAR while their populations shake thier heads in disbelief.
I have no idea how to feel, watching this video game.
I know a guy through Jenn who is in Bahrain right now, doing one of those millions of non-active army roles they advertise so heavily for in promotional highschool videos. I forget what he does, he was a history major in college.
A few of our family freinds have kids in the army.
I have a middleschool buddy in the Marines over there.
I guess i have to be on thier side. They're good people.
As people, they're not out to do evil.
And Saddam's a real asshole.
It seems easy to feel okay about what's happening looking at the WAR like this.
That simplicity is sweet and easy... and so I sit and joke with dave and pretend to enjoy it, because it's alot better than dealing with the fact that i am not at all for what is happening.
or why it is happening.
Beyond thoughts of freinds in the war, of cool TV graphics, and the think-tank projections that the Iraqis will surrender bloodlessy in the face of our might....
beyond this, I have to know that there's alot of bad at work, behind all this TV euphemism and war cartoonery
Alot of bad reasons.
Alot of bad things are going to happen to people who don't deserve it.
Alot of bad things are going to happen to people who VERY much deserve it.
Alot of teenagers without jobs or school, running around the middle east are learning how to hate America.
Alot of people all over the world are wincing, wondering how bad it's going to be when it's all over.
Alot of Americans are hating eachother for how they feel about the war.
ALOT of people are just watching and praying.
The peace movement around the world kind of seems unprecedented, in its size and in its momentum, but also for protesting a conflict that has only now just begun. I suppose that means there's hope. That's always good to know.
FInally,
I thought about it, and there'll be no Pacifist quoting going on here on this blog if i can help to remember it.
90% of the time...
...Quoting just shows lack of ability or inspiration. It's saying something without having to figure out how to say it - because someone else already did.
Quoting is also kind of like a litereary version of socialite name-dropping - like a car-buff talking about the specs on his Mustang's engine.
So yearbooks really piss me off.
People who quote alot say to me:
"Look! I quoted from somebody!"
"I know about Dante/Thoreau/Plato etc...!"
"I agree with whatever it is that they said, and i had to say it by quoting them rather than writing anything myself!"
That's kind of unfair, but i'm sleepy and i'm remembering some particulary bad quotes i read in Jenn's College Yearbook.
So.
no quotes about WAR here.
War is too big for small interpretations of old ideas.
there's just me.
and daily life.
worried,
but not too much.
doing stuff.
watching
and waiting patiently
for this to be over.
Monday, March 17, 2003
Goddamit.
Fuck.
NUT.
I NOW HAVE TO REPLACE 3 and a half HOURS of careful, thoughful writing that i've done on this STUPID FUCKING BLOG WITH SOME MEANINGLESS SHIT because for FUCK's SAKE, it is easier to lose your precious typing on this website than it is your GODDAMN virginity in a jamacian WHOREHOUSE.
ACK!
2 full posts have now dissappeared.
I have no idea whether this one will do the same, thank you ASSHAT DINGLEBERRIES at BLOGGER.SUCKSNUTS.com, but you BLOGGER bitch asses owe me for 3 hours of my life back, and alot more for all the shit i'm not going to be able to remember now.
to alleviate all this stress, i will once again be posting humorous IM conversations i've had. I'd like to say the names are changed to protect privacy, but i'm too lazy for that right now.
BIGGABER: i am thinking i should sleep now
MrDingleDangle: l8r
BIGGABER: or maybe not
BIGGABER: what r u up to
MrDingleDangle: haha
BIGGABER: im BORED
MrDingleDangle: doin some work
BIGGABER: boo
BIGGABER: well ok then
MrDingleDangle: actually playing strip blackjack on the net
BIGGABER: there you go
Atta boy Matthias!
You might be thinking to yourself.. "those are some gay IM names".... It's true, unfortunately.
BIG Anybody is pretty lame, straight up. And MrDingleDangle sounds like someone who should be trolling chat rooms for little kids who think the words "dingle dangle" sound funny.
let's see if i can find any more fun stuff here...
BIGGABER: mmmm
BIGGABER: cheese i found in the back ogf the fridge
BIGGABER: mmmmm
MrDingleDangle: going home gets boring pretty fast :-)
BIGGABER: yeaitdoes
BIGGABER: im bored and i havent even left yet
MrDingleDangle: aight im gonna go get some ice cream then gonna go to bed i guess
MrDingleDangle: maybe i should stay up till after 2- Deviant Desires
85 min.
Adult Movie. A policewoman goes undercover at a private sex club to bust the psycho who killed her former roommate.
MrDingleDangle: ah skinamax
Now that i look for them, I can't find my old collection of these conversations...i used to have this really funny bunch of Drunk IMs....
but that's gonna have to do it for now
So we're at war.
these are the last days of the Roman Empire...
go bungee jump.
have a threesome.
join a band...
be happy*
*i changed this cuz i feel better today than i did last night. still mad at blogger tho.
Fuck.
NUT.
I NOW HAVE TO REPLACE 3 and a half HOURS of careful, thoughful writing that i've done on this STUPID FUCKING BLOG WITH SOME MEANINGLESS SHIT because for FUCK's SAKE, it is easier to lose your precious typing on this website than it is your GODDAMN virginity in a jamacian WHOREHOUSE.
ACK!
2 full posts have now dissappeared.
I have no idea whether this one will do the same, thank you ASSHAT DINGLEBERRIES at BLOGGER.SUCKSNUTS.com, but you BLOGGER bitch asses owe me for 3 hours of my life back, and alot more for all the shit i'm not going to be able to remember now.
to alleviate all this stress, i will once again be posting humorous IM conversations i've had. I'd like to say the names are changed to protect privacy, but i'm too lazy for that right now.
BIGGABER: i am thinking i should sleep now
MrDingleDangle: l8r
BIGGABER: or maybe not
BIGGABER: what r u up to
MrDingleDangle: haha
BIGGABER: im BORED
MrDingleDangle: doin some work
BIGGABER: boo
BIGGABER: well ok then
MrDingleDangle: actually playing strip blackjack on the net
BIGGABER: there you go
Atta boy Matthias!
You might be thinking to yourself.. "those are some gay IM names".... It's true, unfortunately.
BIG Anybody is pretty lame, straight up. And MrDingleDangle sounds like someone who should be trolling chat rooms for little kids who think the words "dingle dangle" sound funny.
let's see if i can find any more fun stuff here...
BIGGABER: mmmm
BIGGABER: cheese i found in the back ogf the fridge
BIGGABER: mmmmm
MrDingleDangle: going home gets boring pretty fast :-)
BIGGABER: yeaitdoes
BIGGABER: im bored and i havent even left yet
MrDingleDangle: aight im gonna go get some ice cream then gonna go to bed i guess
MrDingleDangle: maybe i should stay up till after 2- Deviant Desires
85 min.
Adult Movie. A policewoman goes undercover at a private sex club to bust the psycho who killed her former roommate.
MrDingleDangle: ah skinamax
Now that i look for them, I can't find my old collection of these conversations...i used to have this really funny bunch of Drunk IMs....
but that's gonna have to do it for now
So we're at war.
these are the last days of the Roman Empire...
go bungee jump.
have a threesome.
join a band...
be happy*
*i changed this cuz i feel better today than i did last night. still mad at blogger tho.
Sunday, March 16, 2003
I've been alerted to the fact that i posted the really long unhappy piece about bad relationships and those wierd people i saw twice, which would only annoy my reading population of 3 people, so i guess i don't care...
The problem's fixed tho. Just for YOU.
maybe i'll post this twice, just to annoy you a little more, anonymous whistleblower. you know who you are.
or maybe i'll stop using the Spastictosh computer and things wont fuck up anymore.
Trogdor was a man....
Trogdor was a Dragon man...
zzzzz....
The problem's fixed tho. Just for YOU.
maybe i'll post this twice, just to annoy you a little more, anonymous whistleblower. you know who you are.
or maybe i'll stop using the Spastictosh computer and things wont fuck up anymore.
Trogdor was a man....
Trogdor was a Dragon man...
zzzzz....
Stupid Homestar Runner is stuck in my head...
Email.. checking tha Email...
Paul's back. alive and well, pinker, fatter, and not so happy looking.
I ate a Huge steak covered in butter tonight - i will soon be pink and fat too.
So much stuff is up in the air about this summer that it makes things feel off - i'm always nervous and i swear if i stay up all night again im going to go buy some hardcore tranquilizers. I 'd like to just be able to nail some things down, get some plans together and be more ready for the coming months, but it's hard to do because things keep changing, and i keep getting poorer and poorer...
once again there's a big gap between what i'd like to do and what i can afford to do, and it's annoying - the hundred dollar anniversary/no-longer-broken-up/belated-birthday steak dinner with jenn didn't help anything either.
With spring and the coming summer now feeling very real, it's hard not to feel like important things are going on all around me, but always somewhere behind my back, just out of sight. I really dont want to fuck up this summer, i dont' want to make bad decisions and i have so many of them to make that it's too hard to think about. I'm not saying this very well so...
Man the fuck up, son.
Back to the short term, because the long term is scary:
NCAA brackets tommorow - prep. for tuesday's class... life goes on, logan needs food, i need sleep
more to come i guess
Email.. checking tha Email...
Paul's back. alive and well, pinker, fatter, and not so happy looking.
I ate a Huge steak covered in butter tonight - i will soon be pink and fat too.
So much stuff is up in the air about this summer that it makes things feel off - i'm always nervous and i swear if i stay up all night again im going to go buy some hardcore tranquilizers. I 'd like to just be able to nail some things down, get some plans together and be more ready for the coming months, but it's hard to do because things keep changing, and i keep getting poorer and poorer...
once again there's a big gap between what i'd like to do and what i can afford to do, and it's annoying - the hundred dollar anniversary/no-longer-broken-up/belated-birthday steak dinner with jenn didn't help anything either.
With spring and the coming summer now feeling very real, it's hard not to feel like important things are going on all around me, but always somewhere behind my back, just out of sight. I really dont want to fuck up this summer, i dont' want to make bad decisions and i have so many of them to make that it's too hard to think about. I'm not saying this very well so...
Man the fuck up, son.
Back to the short term, because the long term is scary:
NCAA brackets tommorow - prep. for tuesday's class... life goes on, logan needs food, i need sleep
more to come i guess
