February 18, 4:13 AM (an interpretation inspired by the late Dr. Seuss, and whatever else goes on in my head)

"It shall be mandate that bread be eaten with the butter spread on the top side!"


"You marxist philistine! Bread shall be buttered on neither side! Bread requires marmalade!"


"That kind of thinking caused the Hindenberg disaster! Consider future generations!"


"I shall observe Savener's advances on Crystal while I enjoy this delectable Colorado microbrew!"


"If you all don't shut up, I'm going to go play Sim City."


"But George, if I do not endorse Schacht's marmalade doctrine I fear my father will not approve of your proposal of marriage!"


*KKKKKPPPPPOWWWWWHHHHHHH*


THE END



...sorry.

"Baton Rouge"? More like "Red Stick", am I right

I need to go somewhere for work, and should therefore get ready.

But Sidekicks, starring Chuck Norris and the late Jonathan Brandis, is on Showtime.

I know where my priorities are.

He takes after his cousin

My cousin Karin's 1 month old son, Kia. I guess that means "King" in Farsi. Besides, by the time he's in school I doubt the automobile company of same name will still be functional.



Hey, he stole my expression

If anyone needed more proof that the Grammys are a complete, unassailable joke

I saw that Maroon 5 won the award for best group pop performance, for their song "This Love".

For the record, I really don't have anything against Maroon 5. But I'm pretty sure I heard that song in 2002, back when they were playing the Royal Grove and Crystal was reviewing them for the Journal Star.

No, wait. I am sure.

What?

From my Houston hotel room:



Make your own assumptions.

Because my Rose Bowl prediction was so close

Seattle 30
Pittsburgh 27

That being said, I'm leaning towards rooting for Ben Roethththththththtlililililililsberger.

Leave it to Pinback to make the only good music video in recent history

For 'Fortress':

http://www.tgrec.com/news/detail.php?id=39#

I guess it was on MTV2 at one point; didn't see it. I'm sure if I had access to MTV2 I still would've never seen it.

Anyway. Just watch it. the end is the greatest thing ever.

Come on, don't tell me medieval soldiers fighting on 19th century bicycles isn't the greatest thing ever.

Austin is such an aberration

...but shit, I'd live there.

These two people:


And these two people, the other being Lindsey, an old pal from high/middle school. Note that the alcohol is starting to take its effect on me here.


Some crazy Lewis and Clark type hilarity.


Stay tuned for some hot Houston photos next week. That is, if I even bother taking my camera along. It's probably not worth it.

Random Ten Speed shit

The second highest grossing bicycle store in the country:



GARY FISHER TOUCHED THIS BIKE AND WROTE SHIT ON IT:



Jonnadon Forslund, you're a fucking trendsetter you sonofabitch

Shameless Evangelism Wins!

Ok, most of you that know me are well aware of my hatred for Napoleon Dynamite. Enough said.

I was at a nearby mall in San Antonio a couple of hours ago. One of the many kiosks of stupid shit had a bunch of Jesus-esqe t-shirts, including...



(I found a picture of it via google).

Now, I'm sure there are fans of the film out there that will take great offense at this.

And that pleases me.

That's right, I'm a hypocrite. Come on, who wants a piece of me

From Del Rio to Laredo

Think driving on I-80 in central Nebraska is monotonous? Shit, try southwest Texas.



I don't think I saw another Caucasian person in Laredo. I kind of liked the city though.



I sampled some of the native cuisine, too.... oh wait



Back in San Antonio now; meeting up with Justin and Alesha tomorrow evening. We intend to check out the clusterfuck that is 6th Street (AS SEEN ON 'THE REAL WORLD: AUSTIN')

This building was used in Pee Wee's Big Adventure. I don't know if it has any other historical significance.

And look who I found...



(Don't worry, Justin is doing much better than he looks here)

Paradise Now was pretty good.

Go see it. I'm going to San Antonio. Be right back

Taking advantage of my job

(Well, aside from the fact I'm typing this from work)

So I have to go down to San Antonio in two weeks. Heck, I also get to see Laredo and Del Rio. Here's hoping I don't get eaten by coyotes or that cupacabracuchmunga-thing that they claim sucks the blood out of goats down there.

But on Friday after I get done working, I'm meeting up with Justin and will be in Austin that weekend. I'll be able to see first-hand if it's all it's hyped up to be.

Random thoughts from Louisiana/Texas

-Bayou Country is one of the coolest places I've seen. I'll probably change my mind come June or July though
-There are still dry counties in the US. At least in Texas.
-I met some incredibly kind people down there
-There are acres and acres of trees near Beaumont, TX that will have to be destroyed. A guy I talked to said that the wood isn't even suitable for pulping.
-Houston sucks. It's like Omaha x 10.

Greetings from Lafayette, Louisiana

Number of Waffle House restaurants I came across between 1981 and January 1, 2006: Maybe 3 or 4

Number of Waffle House restaurants I have come across since 6:30 pm on Januaray 2, 2006: About 50

USC 45 Texas 27

I'm not certain if I'll be able to use the internet much this week, so I had to post my prediction now.

I really shouldn't root against Texas though, because if they lose I'll have to talk to a bunch of disgruntled fans the next day

Took a girl geocaching, and...

I'm going to hell for laughing at this, part 2929420

http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/5713869/detail.html

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Man Killed In Wood Chipper Identified
Brian Morse Owned Brian's Tree Service

LOVELAND, Colo. -- The man who was pulled into a commercial wood chipper and killed was identified Thursday as the owner of a tree trimming service.

The coroner said Brian Ganiard Morse, 54, was killed instantly Wednesday afternoon when his hand got caught and he was somehow pulled into the machine.

Morse was identified using fingerprints.

The Larimer County Coroner ruled the death accidental and said Morse's cause of death was "total morselization of body due to being pulled by a gloved hand into a commercial wood chipper."

Morse owned Brian's Tree Trimming and Removal Service in Loveland.

Police said there are no indications that alcohol or drugs were factors in the accident and the results of toxicology tests are pending. There are no indications of suspicious circumstances or foul play, investigators said.

Morse's partner saw what happened from the hydraulic bucket where he was cutting branches. He got down and ran to the house where they were working to ask for help. The woman inside called 911 for help, but Morse was pronounced dead at the scene.
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1) "Morselization" is my new favorite word

2) His name was Brian Morse. He was "MORSElized"

...Wow.

Yikes

I was at Walgreens yesterday. They already had Cadbury Cream Eggs out by the register.

Absurdity Ahoy!

Sarah Lenore Schroeder, bless her heart, sent me a birthday card with this picture pasted on it. It appears as though I've been bested in the realm of completely random humor.

In other news, as I type this I'm losing my Chimey Ale virginity. Those Belgian Trappist monks make some fine beer.

I hate Brazilian soccer

Congratulations to Ronaldinho, FIFA's Footballer of the Year, and the ugliest son of a bitch on the planet.

America, America, THIS IS YOU

Does anyone else find the suits Bob Saget wore on 'America's Funniest Home Videos' somewhat comforting?

Ok, so the above picture is not a great example, but think back to the early 90s. There was something almost cozy about those blazers.

Mitsubishi Eclipse 6/14/00 - 12/9/05

Long story short: Got into an ice-related accident last night; the back passenger side of my car was annihilated. Legally my fault (failing to yield on a left turn); the woman who hit me - one of Emily's former professors and a very nice woman - was trying to stop for the light but caught the ice. She was totally fine; I am too aside from a nice bump on my head and a cut hand in a few places.

Either way, looks like my insurance is going to be on the rise. Hopefully the fact that whatever car I end up buying won't be a "sports" car will offset it some though.

But the Eclipse is no more. Obviously I have my priorities in the right places, but I still won't miss that car much.

Why couldn't we have played Saudi Arabia?

The World Cup is the only time I ever get patriotic. They just did the draws for next years groups, and...

Italy
Czech Republic
Ghana
USA

It's going to be a bitch for the US to get out of that group. Plus, I have to root against my distant relatives (haha)

Oh well. The Cup doesn't start until June; maybe the Black Death will strike again before that

Why couldn't we have played Iowa?

One downside to the Nebraska-Michigan Alamo Bowl match-up (aside from three weeks of people assuming that UM will kill us): I won't be able to shout "WOLVERINES!" a la Red Dawn

Oh shit

I just realized an uncanny resemblence between the picture below and my current profile.

Fortunately, I can't find anything to stab myself with within reach

Thanks Liz, that was a fine waste of 45 minutes

The Boy Next Door Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm) Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet. We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what. On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold. More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not. ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: Maaland1242

ahahahAHAHAHAHAHA

'Out Of Control' Scott Stapp Incites Melee With 311 At Baltimore Hotel

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1517207/12012005/id_0.jhtml?headlines=true

As someone on the Something Awful forums pointed out, perhaps it was really a battle over who was more irrelevant.

Well there you have it.

News Link offered me a job writing for various newsletters. I took it.

Now that I'm not trying to "escape" Lincoln, I suppose the purpose of this blog must change as well.

Or maybe just the template.

R.I.P. Mr Miyagi

I will try to find an opportunity to crane kick some blonde kid today in your honor.

Anyone who remembers/enjoyed Super Mario Brothers 2 will get a kick out of this

Make sure your speakers are on first.

http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=3343&p=4

MOTHER OF GOD



Other deep thoughts for the day: 'Dirty Work' starring Norm Macdonald is one of the best films of the last ten years.

Jesus tapdancing Christ I am so damn bored

No one's around and I'm watching the NU basketball team take on some school named Longwood.

I jacked this from Liz's blog. Something about the 7 deadly sins. Hopefully my night will end with my stomach exploding from too much spaghetti or whatever the heck that was.

Yeah, I realize it's stupid as hell but you know you're going to read it anyway

WRATH
1. Who did you last get angry with? The woman from Garmin that asked if I was comfortable using a computer
2. What is your weapon of choice? I know karate. And jujitsu. And three or four other Japanese words
3. Would you attack a member of the opposite sex? Verbally, hells yeah
4. How about of the same sex? I made a pretty harsh slide tackle on a guy this season
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? The guy I tackled, probably
6. What is your pet peeve? Do I only get one? The Black Eyed Peas. Seriously, what the hell
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? Fucking pirates, thinking they can attack our ships in the Mediterranean whenever they want. (YEAH THATS RIGHT, I JUST WORKED A BARBARY WARS REFERENCE INTO THIS)

SLOTH
1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time? I don't know, work?
2. What is the latest you've ever woken up? Stupid question. Next
3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but havent? Justin; Schacht's mom
4. What is the last lame excuse you made? I'm not in the mood to drink
5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through? Ronco Food Dehydrator.
6. When was the last time you got a good workout in? Fuck off, it's been cold. Ok, maybe last Friday
7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today? Haha

GLUTTONY
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? Seconding Liz- Naked Juice
2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat? There is meat beyond poultry last I checked
3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event? Beats me
4. Are You comfortable with your drinking habits? I've gotten sick off of booze once [ends dickwave]
6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods? Yes please
7. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"? Depends on which of the two would be the side dish

LUST
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)? I actually began to count this. Then I remembered freshman year at Shakers
2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting family)? Four or five or thirty-eight
3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation? Oh come on
4. Have you had sex? Yeah last I checked
5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice? Pancreas
6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute? Zac and I may have been on Monday, we're not sure
7. Have you ever gotten tested for STDs or pregnancy? I pissed on the applicator and got a '+' sign, what do I win

GREED
1. How many credit cards do you own? I don't know, two or three? Who cares
2. What's your guilty pleasure store? BED BATH AND BEYOND. Fuck you.
3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it? 1) Student loans 2) new bike 3) Go hang out in Jonn's hut for a while
4. Would you rather be rich, or famous? I am famous already, so rich I guess
5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks? Shit, probably
6. How many MP3s are on your hard drive? 1,034. That'll come in handy later I bet

PRIDE
1. What one thing have you done that you're most proud of? Getting a TKO against Mike Tyson in Mike Tyson's Punch Out
2. What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of? Not being arrested probably
3. What thing would you like to accomplish later in your life? Teach my son/daughter how to beat Mike Tyson's Punch Out
4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place? Not if it doesn't bother second place. Get it? THANKS FOLKS I'LL BE HERE ALL NIGHT
5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of? Liz did you fuck this up when you copied it
6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score? Shit yeah
7. What did you do today that you're proud of? Getting most of the way through this stupid thing

ENVY
1. What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own? Hmm. Jarod's apartment in the East Village I suppose. And Savener's eTrex, because I'm bored and poor
2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with? Maureen used to make me watch that show. I had almost forgotten about it.
3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be? Joseph Fiennes, because then I could say I banged Heather Graham in a crappy movie once.
4. Have you ever been cheated on? I don't think so, but who knows (aside from the obvious)
5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own? I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl, something something something call her
6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself? I wish I could wear a cap without looking goofy
7. Finally, what is your favorite Deadly Sin? Yogurt

Pretty funny link.

http://lindsaylohannekkid.ytmnsfw.com/

Not porn or anything, but I wouldn't look at it at work.

Make sure your speakers are turned on too.


God Bless America

That orange sweatshirt is awesome

One of the photos from Halloween at Iguana's. When we were going around lobbying for votes for best group costume, we met these Asian kids. They were dressed up as (and this is a direct quote) "CRAZY KIDS!"

Oh yeah, and once again, I'm Rick Moranis's character from Ghostbusters. I tried.

Thanks a fucking bunch, Yahoo

Nothing greater than being asked by an HR rep if I'm comfortable working with computers, considering the job I'm applying for is 120% computer-based. Jesus.

Meant to post this a while ago

COSTUMES ARE FUN

Last night I found myself dressed up as Louis Tully, the Rick Moranis character in Ghostbusters, for the group costume contest at Iguanas. Unfortunately (or thankfully), we lost to the Fanta girls. Shit, they were hot.

Didn't stick around for the individual contest, but thankfully the idiot that dressed up as a "suicide bomber" (complete with Muslim outfit!) got enough boos that I'm confident he didn't win.

When it rains, it pours. I guess

Weird afternoon. I'm at the Coffee House; first I run into my advisor, who not only remembers me but offers me a letter of recommendation if I need it. Yay.

Then I see I missed a phone call. Alright, so back in May when I thought I'd just stick around Lincoln for awhile, I started thinking of places I could work at, and as I drove past Southpointe one day, I thought "I could probably work at GNC. Hell, my past retail experiences involved nothing but me bullshitting the customers anyway, and I'm sure that's all I'd do at that place"

So I filled out the online application. In May.

And today, October 27, I get a phone call asking if I want to be interviewed to work out at Gatetown Shoppingfield Westway or whatever the fuck it's called now.

So should I live a lie? Any insight?

Bloody hell

Garmin finally fucking called me. Now I get to wait around until next Thursday to talk to them.

They've asked me in one way or another three times so far as to what my GPA was in college. If they ask me again it'll be hard not to say "It was a 22.3" or something. Not that I should complain. Besides, they want a copy of my transcript, so they'll eventually figure it out anyway.

I just applied for an internship that's like 2 miles from my aunt and uncle's in Boston, but I'd opt for KC at this point, since I could have my own place... which, after being back at home for nearly six months sounds kind of nice.

But I should shut up (until next Thursday). Who needs a drink.

I'VE RUN OUT OF CRAP TO POST ABOUT

Alright.

http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1577408.html

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David Copperfield to 'magic' girl pregnant

David Copperfield says he plans to impregnate a girl on stage - without even touching her.
Speaking to German magazine Galore, the illusionist rejected the theory that there were only seven different kinds of magic tricks.
He said: "Bull s**t! There is a great deal of new territory to conquer. In my next show I'm going to make a girl pregnant on stage."
He added: "Naturally it will be without sex. Everyone will be happy about it, but I'm not telling you any more."
The magician is currently on tour in Germany with his show, An Intimate Evening of Grand Illusion.
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Hey kewl

Not a bad night.

I decided to hell with it ("it" being $$$), and Liz and I went downtown to get fancy drinks.

Started at Zen's; ran into a couple guys from high school; told them about how I was going to the U. of Colorado med school... (yeah, exactly). The music forced us to relocate to Marz, where our drinks were uber-strong but we got chips and salsa for $1.50. Then decided to go to Doc's Place for the first time ever; pretty stupid.

Got home; noticed that The Tao of Steve, a movie I have probably rented enough to own seven times over is on FX.

Tomorrow: Driving to Peru (Nebraska) for Crystal's mom's wedding.

You did nothing new, 1972. Where's the "fuck you"?

Two firsts for me last night:

1) Sleater-Kinney covered Danzig's "Mother"

2) The opener, The Gossip, became the first good opening act I've seen at Sokol. They sounded something like Franz Ferdinand, but with a female singer, and a hell of a lot better.

My right ear, which was maybe 10' from the main speaker, still hurts a bit.

Remedy? Watch Rambo: First Blood.

I am the frustrated

Phone interview was kind of goofy, without going into it too much. May be underqualified for it, but whatever. I was naive enough to think that perhaps I would've known something more definate yesterday, but nope- more waiting.

Assuming Liz made it back from Chicago, we're gonna go see Sleater-Kinney at Sokol. GRRL RAWK.

Hell, they released one of the best albums I've heard this year. Plus it's not every day I'm outnumbered 10 to 1 in terms of gender.

The Old Stizzle explanation

Today I asked Reg, who owns Duffy's and sponsors/plays on my soccer team, why Old Style tall boys went up to $1.50 on Tuesdays.

His reason: Profit.

Well there you go.

THIS POST WILL NO DOUBT JINX ME

Found a posting for an internship with the National Parks Conservation Association ( www.npca.org ); pretty well paying for an internship. I suppose it helps that I give a damn about what they do too. Sent some guy the usual info; get to talk to him next week.

May be Fort Collins instead of Boston. I'm going to go knock on wood for about twenty minutes straight now.

Oh, and Go Big Red.

A History of shooting people in the face

Crystal, Matt and I saw A History of Violence last night. Matt figured out the message the film was trying to convey quickly afterwards:

If you're going to hit someone in the face, make sure you thrust your palm upwards into their nose. Upwards.

The Four Horsemen are saddling up

Excerpt from a phone conversation with Jarod, Thursday evening, 5:50 pm:

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MATT: Hey, did Schacht ever get a hold of you?
JAROD: Uh, yeah. Probably going to go up there [Adirondacks] next weekend.
MATT: How are you going to get up there?
JAROD: Rent a car. Kate will be with me.
MATT: Who the fuck is Kate?
JAROD: My, uh, girlfriend.
MATT: Ok, the world just broke.
JAROD: Yeah, it's been a good Fall for me.
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Wow, so Jarod is in a relationship. Everything has come full circle.

(Jarod, if you're reading this, you know I jest. Well done my friend)

Apparently "Kate" lives a block away from him in the East Village, so if I go to NYC late October-ish I can have my very own $1200/month studio for a night or two.

Or twenty-six.

S-A-T-U-R! T-U-R! DAY!

I just realized I'm getting quite tired of Iron & Wine.

That is all.

Oh snap.

In an hour and 8 minutes I'll be done with my temp assignment with the state. I had applied for a job as a messanger for a law firm downtown, which would've been awesome as I could've utilized my bike. As of now I'm going to assume I didn't get it, probably because of my unclear future. Oh well; it was $7 an hour, 22 hours a week. And most lawyers suck.

Assuming what few affairs I have are in order, and that the company I applied for in KC doesn't call, I'm thinking of making the trek out to Beantown sometime in late October. I'll stay with my cousin, drop some resumes around and see if anyone bites. Hell, may even try Connecticut.

Road trip, anyone?

Schacht and I made it from Lincoln to Boston in 2 days; we left at 9 on a Saturday morning, got to a hotel in NW Ohio about 10:30 pm; slept, and got back on the road at 8 am and somehow made it to my cousin's in suburban Boston at 9 pm. Shit, we even made an utterly pointless detour through downtown Cleveland.

It'll be interesting to see how long it takes me solo; got places to crash in Chicago, Detroit, maybe even Syracuse. May cut through Ontario in lieu of Ohio this time.

Hell, I'm probably jumping the gun here; I've just completely checked out of this job and really don't feel like being productive.

Case and point- I've been typing this for 13 minutes.

I suck at the blogging

Crap, I somehow posted that twice. When I get home I'll replace this with a picture of something stupid.

EDIT (11 hours later): To hell with stupidity; it's CUTE KITTEN TIME

This would be Hermoine, Liz's cat.

So this damn blog has come to photos of kittens. I'll go watch football now.

(First anti-Bush-related post)

TV on the Radio, one of the few bands that gives me hope that the current state of music is not completely circling the drain, has a new song out (free MP3 download on their label's site).

Anti-Bush songs are a dime a dozen by now, but this is one, if not the best I've heard.

And I realize that posting song lyrics is an incredibly emo thing to do. Maybe later I'll write a some pretentious sonnet (or maybe a haiku, if I'm feeling ZANY). But to hell with it:

http://www.tgrec.com/bands/band.php?id=28&photo=798

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'DRY DRUNK EMPEROR'

baby boy
dieing under hot desert sun,
watch your colours run.

did you believe the lie they told you,
that christ would lead the way
and in a matter of days
hand us victory?
did you buy the bull they sold you,
that the bullets and the bombs
and all the strong arms
would bring home security?
all eyes upondry drunk emperor
gold cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been standing naked for a while!
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!
and bring all the thieves to trial.

end their promise
end their dream
watch it turn to steam
rising to the nose of some cross legged god
gog of magog
end times sort of thing.
oh unmentionable disgrace
shield the childrens faces
as all the monied apes
display unimaginably poor taste
in a scramble for mastery.
atta' boy get em with your gun
till mr. mega ton
tells us when we've won
orwhat we're gonna leave undone.

all eyes upon
dry drunk emperor
gold cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been naked for a while.
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!!
and bring all his thieves to trial.

what if all the fathers and the sons
went marching with their guns
drawn on washington.
that would seal the deal,
show if it was real,
this supposed freedom.
what if all the bleeding hearts
took it on themselves
to make a brand new start.
organs pumpin on their sleeves,
paint murals on the white house
feed the leaders L.S.D
grab your fife and drum,
grab yor gold baton
and let's meet on the lawn,
shut down this hypocrisy.

That asshole...

Finally talked to Steve over lunch- that sonuvabitch is going to make $200 + tips at some party at his restaurant (some joint north of Times Square) tonight. Jackass.

Wait, I'm at work right now. I shouldn't be making random posts on my blog. Whoops

Bite me, I like football (and suck at predicting scores), part 2

Let's see how off I am this week!

Nebraska 24
Wake Forest 10

I'll likely be watching this with Liz, cradling a bottle of Knob Creek.

How I spent my Labor Day

READ AND POST ON JONN'S BLOG

The link is to your right.

Below are random photos from last weekend's D Street gathering. If you wonder why we're all sweating... it was hot.

Random photos from the double going-away fiesta, 8/27

These are fucking obligatory:
KYEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII! (yeah, Cory knows the score here):
Jarod and Liz discuss... something intellectual; Maureen looks on:

Thanks for the awesome beverages, Emily:
I like this one just because it resembles some form of torture:

DANCE PARTY D STREET USA (complete with lightsabers). I know like 2 1/2 people in this photo, by the way: Sup Jarod:
Convenient shot of the shortlived mohawk, Jarod's ultra-small Nelson Mandela shirt, and me downing a PBR:
The dude whom will forever be known (by me at least) as the guy with the bottleholder taped to his crutch:

Bite me, I like football

Nebraska 55
Maine 13

EDIT (11:48 pm) ...and as luck would have it, I get to go to the game, courtesy of Gene and Jackie (J-Rod's parents)

CYLLABUS (2nd work rant)

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"Hey, 'syllabus' is spelled with a 'c', right?"

"I think it's an 's'"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure"

"Then why do all those smart college people spell it with a 'c'?"

"Haha"
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...what the fuck?

The things I overhear at work... ironically I was listening to 'Scorpio Rising' by Death in Vegas at the time, the chorus of which is "If I don't go crazy I'll lose my mind"

I had to get out and took an early lunch; just as I walk back in the building Sarah calls and asks if I'd eaten yet. Gosh darnit. At least I got the Lyrics Born album at Homers; gave me something new to listen to during the afternoon. And I found out I won't be getting that reporter job, at least any time soon. Whatever.

Guess I had better put Phase 12 into effect.