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Friday, November 21, 2003


Current word count: 3,754.

Yeah. It took me 10 days to write less than 300 words. Shut up.


Thursday, November 20, 2003


So..there was a Geography Trivia Bowl today. Sponsored by the Geography department here. My team got as last a place as was possible. Only attempted 1 question, got it wrong. Boy. I suck. To be fair, I think our questions were more difficult than the other groups got to begin with, on the whole. On the other hand, our friends, all botany people, were on a different team, and they almost won the whole thing. 2nd place. Out of something like 15 teams - maybe more. 'Barassing. The winning team had a guy who seemed to know everything, except the Taklamakan Desert, and looked like E, lead singer of The Eels, but not like MC Honky. If you get that, you get it. If not, don't ask. Seriously. Or at least, ask Google, not me. Alter-egos kick ass. I need to get me one of them. Except I don't think that you can have a famous alter-ego, if your actual-ego isn't famous to begin with.

I cannot believe The Eels were in Omaho not that long ago, and I missed them.

Also, before the competition, I walked in to the little convenience store kinda thing in the union, and the guy that worked there, wiping the counters, looked up at me and said "Hi loser." I stood there astounded and dumbstruck, and didn't answer. It was particularly apropos, as I was feeling like a loser before I even walked in. I wasn't sure whether to say "pardon me?," or to just punch him, or to walk away. He looked at me funny, then walked off. I realized after I had left the store, that he had actually said, "Hello, sir." Man, I'm such a tool. Also, I think my hearing is going.

"Blankness, and darkness
like underneath the leaf,
have settled on me here,
and scraped away the sound."

-Apollo, by Hum.

"I don't think we're good enough yet to write songs that don't rhyme."
-Steve S., my bandmate in Fairly Crass.

Mel Tormé kicks ass. (The song "Too Close for Comfort" just came came on in my random, shuffled playlist of about 1500 songs. So that comment wasn't totally random, but then again, it was.)


Wednesday, November 19, 2003


I'm glad to find out that people have finally come to their senses and realized that yes indeed, sex is better than Calvin & Hobbes.

However, I have to disagree with the masses on one point, Monty Python & the Holy Grail is in no way better than Einstein, unlimited wealth, peace, boxers for girls, Vizzini (from The Princess Bride), and certainly not Anna Paquin. In fact, if I was doing the ratings, I think Monty Python & the Holy Grail would be somewhere down below the Great Wall of China. Also, c'mon. Calvin & Hobbes isn't that good..



So. My upper lip (left side noly) is twitching. I've had this happen with my eye before, and occasionally with my leg, but..man..this is bizarre. Cut it out. Seriously.

Um. I guess that's all I can think of. I'm tired of the layout of this blog, so I may consider changing it. Then again, do I really have time for that? No.

I'll get right on it.


Tuesday, November 18, 2003


So some of you may be wondering what that little green button right underneath the sockmonkeyridingachicken is. Well, it's called Web Fire Escape. The way it works is that if you're reading my blog, at work and stuff, and a boss-type walks up, you can click that button, and it will whisk you magically away to Google. Alternatively, you can go here and set it up (via a web cookie) so that when you click it, it opens up one of the following:

1) Any webpage you specify (perhaps something work-related?)
2) A fake Microsoft Word document with a fake letter in progress
3) A fake Excel document with fake budget-type stuff

This is like the best thing since Dean B. took a screenshot of an AutoCAD drawing and then set that as the background on his computer, so that it always looked like he was doing stuff.

Always looking out for my homies in lockdown, pandering to the man.


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