Computer working again. Didn't have Audio Production class because they took a tour of the station and Murphy said I didn't have to go. Watched Vertigo. Not really that good.

Gonna miss the debates tonight. Catch the highlights on the news.

Grabbed some girl by the waist today in Mills thinking it was Kristin. It wasn't. Awkward city, USA.

"Hello, thank you for calling Compaq. I barely speak English. Let me help you fix something."

Well, once again, the good people at Compaq have proven to me that they make once of the worst products on the market. Let me start this story from the beginning:

Last April, right around finals, my computer literally just turned off on me; the screen just went black, would not turn on, anything. I took it down to the tech support guys at the college, and they took the thing apart to try and reset the BIOS (whatever that is). No dice. They eventually told me to get in touch with Compaq and, since its still under warranty for another year, get them to look at it. So I basically had to eat my ass and redo all the finals work I had on it on school computers.

When I get home from school, I send it the computer to Compaq. They send it back in three days, which I find a little suspicious, but it worked so it was ok. Fast forward a week later, computer just shuts off again. Once again send it to Compaq. They send it back to me. It doesn't work out of the box.

I call them and tell Ali Baba on the other end that this is bullshit, what's the point of having the computer under warranty if it just means you get to play tag with a broken computer? He assures me that it is a hard drive problem and they will send me a new one, free of charge.

I get the hard drive, install it. Doesn't work. Call back. Turns out I need 7 CDs to get it to work again. They tell me they have to be burned with my computer's specifications on them, that it'll take a week.

Three weeks later, no disks. This time I called the corporate office in Washington state and talk to an American. I eventually get my disks, and the computer works fine.

This was about a month and a half ago. Took it to tech support this morning, and they told me it might be a hardware problem. Yay.

Dad is sending me the disks so I can see if I can do it myself. I bet it won't work.

So at the end of this, I end up with a computer breaking on average every month and makeup work to do on top of all my other work. But on the plus side I'm almost fluent in Hindi from talking to Compaq help techs, who are outsourced to India who tell me their name is "Robert" when I know its really Raqib Ishtar.

Someone give me a computer.

And Why?!?

My favorite talk show host, and on my list of the top three funniest people in the world, Conan O'Brien has been given the green light by NBC to take over 'The Tonight Show' in five years. Fantastic news for anyone who loves 'Late Night' and thinks Jay Leno sucks fat ass.

I've been watching Conan for about 8 years now, as I can remember calling up NBC, trying to get tickets for my 14th birthday, but you have to be 16 to go to the show. I eventually did get to be in the studio audience a year or so ago.

Good thing Conan didn't jump ship to CBS or FOX to give it a go at those networks. I think NBC is established as the late night king, and to walk away from it would be foolish. I mean, take a look at Andy Richter's career since he left Late Night. He got to play second fiddle to the Olsen twins.

Conan's brand of humor is far and away superior to any of the other late night hosts: Leno, Letterman, and that little fag Craig Kilborn. Conan actually wrote for the Simpsons for a few seasons, during the time when they churned out the best episodes. Conan actually wrote the famous 'Monorail' episode, one of the best episodes of all time.

I feel a personal pride in Conan getting real big now, because I've been with him since the days when most people dismissed him as a weird redheaded idiot. I was in his corner when everyone shunned him. I dare anyone to tell me that Late Night's humor is still second to Leno's annoying, repetitive dick and weed jokes. Go shill for Doritos again.

Actually, I'm realizing that many of the jokes I had with my friends in high school were Conan inspired. 'And why?!?!' being one, along with 'Little Dilberts' and 'Half Jacksons'. The stuff I wrote in my senior blurb in my high school yearbook was from Conan (and the Simpsons).

I definitely have to write something about The Simpsons one of these days.

Kudos to you, Conan, kudos.

The Filmmakers Have Forgotten to Include An Ending

I saw the new movie The Forgotten last night. I can honestly say it was the worst movie experience I have ever had.

I thought long and hard on how to phrase that. It wasn't the worst movie I've ever seen. In fact, it was half-decent for 7/8 of the movie. But this movie has the worst, most annoying, most aggravating ending of all time.

Now, before I continue, if you are planning to see this movie, which you shouldn't, do not read what is contained between the asterisks. I am trying to save everyone out there $9+ dollars, but if you don't trust my judgement, do not read it. But don't say you weren't warned. You will walk out of the theater angry.

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WARNING - TERRIBLE MOVIE SPOILER

Funny choice of words, spoiler. It sort of suggests something will be lost if you read ahead. It's actually the opposite. The only thing you will lose is money, going to see this piece of shit film.

Ok, so if you haven't seen the trailers or commercials, this lady's (Julianne Moore) kid died a year ago in a plane crash. Then one day, all evidence of her son even existing is gone. No photos, no newspaper clippings about the crash, even her husband doesn't remember.

She eventually finds another guy who's daughter dies in the same crash, and eventually gets him to remember, too.

Then the NSA starts chasing them, people start getting sucked into the sky, and there is this one guy who kind of looks like the T-1000 from Terminator 2 that got hit by a car, shot, and thrown out of a window but never gets hurt.

Blah blah blah, eventually the lady gets the T-1000 in a warehouse, where the guy tells her they have her son, and he was taken as an "experiment" to see if the bond between a mother and its children could be broken, and she was the only one who they could not make forget. The guy tries to make her forget, but she doesn't. He gets sucked away.

Literally cut to the next scene, she walks into a park near her house, and there is her son, and the guy with her throughout most of the movie who's daughter was gone is there too, and asks if they'd met before.

The end.

THERE'S NO ENDING!!!! NOTHING IS EXPLAINED!!!!! YOU SPEND 2 HOURS GETTING INVOLVED, WANTING TO FIND OUT WHY PEOPLE ARE BEING SUCKED INTO THE AIR, WHO IS BEHIND IT, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, BUT NOTHING!!!! NO ENDING AT ALL!!!

Kristin tries to tell me it was 'aliens.' Oh yeah? Why? How do you know that? Cause they guy kind of looked like an alien, and people were getting sucked into the sky? If so, then why don't they tell you its aliens? Here's a quick breakdown of why this supposed 'ending' does not work:

1. If it was aliens, why don't they ever show you a ship?
2. How were the aliens making everyone forget?
3. Why was the NSA working with aliens?
4. Why would the government work so hard to help aliens do experiments?
5. How did aliens just all of a sudden set the world right again? Why did everything go back to normal? Did they go back in time?
6. If the aliens were doing these experiments, WHY were they doing them?
7. If making the experiment a success is the most important thing, then why not just suck the mom into the air?

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SPOILER OVER

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Kristin says I take it too far, it's just a movie. So then if in the first Rocky when Apollo Creed wins the fight, if the very next thing you see is Rocky sitting with the belt, saying "Adrien, it's good to be champion of the world.", does that make it OK because 'it's just a movie'?

I don't buy it. I don't care. A movie should make sense. I see too many movies where the plot has more holes than Uday's Death Villa, and the audience is just supposed to not care because it's just a movie, and it doesn't have to make complete sense.

And I'm not saying 'There are no such things as dragons and wizards and monsters' sense, I'm saying 'This doesn't match up to what was just going on' sense.

Well, I'm sick and tired of it. Why should I pay ten bucks to see a movie that sucks? This is why people download movies online. Oh, boo hoo, they show little PSAs with the lighting guy saying that piracy takes money from his pocket. I don't care. I blame you, too. You're on the set when this shit is made. If you don't speak up and say, "Uh, I kind of noticed this movie makes no sense.", then you're just as guilty as the rest of them. Go cry to someone else, prick.

So, in conclusion, do not go see The Forgotten unless you feel like getting pissed off, robbed, and sodomized by Revolution Studios.

Julianne Moore being arrested for the theft of millions of dollarsby acting in and publicizing The Forgotten

Horny Drunk Talk

Anatomy of a Deusche Bag

I'm sure you have seen this guy walking around your hometown/yacht club/campus. This creature is one of the most vile, detestable, and annoying in the Northeast. To let you, the reader, better understand the workings of this aggravating specimen, I've given a breakdown of its prime characteristics so you can be aware of when you are encountering a deusche bag.

1. Hat logo - Now this can vary from deusche to deusche, but it usually is some sort of designer hat (Abercrombie, Aeropostale, etc.) or some college mascot that has a vulgar name, most frequently the Cocks. This is because the bag either a) trying to be as trendy as possible and bought a $30 baseball hat, or b) still thinks wiener jokes are funny.
2. Hat brim - For some unexplainable reason, the bag typically has a hat where the front cloth on the brim is frayed and deteriorating. Scientists have explored this phenomonea and still cannot find any explanation for it.
3. Hemp necklace - Most deusche bags wear some variation of hemp necklace. Styles vary from one containing seashells to decorative beads. The deusche bag wears this to show his SoCal, 'I'm-a-jock-but-also-a-little-but-of-a-stoner/surfer-dude' side.
4. Tiny sleeves - It is common to find your deusche bag in the wild wearing a T-shirt with sleeves extremely short, the maximum length illustrated by the red dotted line. This is because a deusche bag typically loves to talk/think about/look at its own muscles, and by wearing a shirt that complements this, it makes conversation more likely to turn to how strong they are, covering up the fact that they really have nothing of value to say anyway.
5. Tribal tattoo - The deusche bag as an organism is one that likes to follow trends, not realizing that in 5 - 10 years, current trends will be out of fashion and unpopular. The mark of the tribal wrap-around tattoo illustrates how the deusche falls for this, as the phase of tribal tattoos was a late-90s phase, and will look really gay in about 10 years. However, it is useful to others in spotting a deusche from far away, thereby allowing one to avoid any sort of contact.
6. Overpriced vintage shirts - As stated above, the deusche is a creature of trends, as their plethora of vintage shirts suggests. Most would find it ludicrous to buy a $45 shirt that is designed to look worn and made in 1985, but the deusche lacks this basic logic. They find it 'hip', as the kids say, to have an entire wardrobe consisting of shirts bearing the phrases 'Rockville Pumas Track 87-182', or 'King Hula's Naked Tiki Party'. This is either a clear indication of a deusche bag, or, if lacking any other D-bag signs, a warning that your friend/brother/roommate may be turning into one.
7. Cell phone clipped to waist - The deusche wants it to be known that he has so much going on in his life that to put their cell phone in their pocket would be a big waste of time. The deusche usually has a brand new cell phone, and most likely has NexTel, as deusches can be seen across the country using the walkie-talkie function, with the sound level all the way up, talking to their buddies about 'some bitch I fucked' or the 'guy I was going to kick the shit out of'.
8. $100 Cargo shorts - A staple of deusche bags everywhere. Be it rain, sleet, snow, typhoon, ice storm, or locust attack, these cargo shorts will be worn during most daylight hours. However, when the sun goes down, the deusche prefers a pair of expensive jeans, most likely made to look worn and vintage.
9. Sandals - Sandals are just as versatile a piece of deusche bag apparel as the cargo shorts. Some might say it's stupid to wear sandals in 20 degree weather, but, as we have learned, logic is not part of the deusche bag's brain function.

This concludes are summation of deusche bags and their primary characteristics. For more information on the deusche bag, check abercrombie.com.

This week was one of those weeks where all my teachers got together to assign a deluge of work, tests, and quizzes at the same time. So the past three days have consisted of me going to class, doing homework, doing WONY stuff, and going to bed. I've only eaten like 4 times this week. No time for that. Gotta finish these Organizational Communication definitions.

Luckily though, I've gotten over the hump. I only have one more test, and four more classes the next two days until the week is over. I can afford to relax a little bit.

Gish has gotten me hooked on this new game Burnout 3. I'm not usually one for driving games, but this one is different. Not only does the game look spectacular, but has a game called 'Crash", where you just cause massive car accidents and tally up how costly it was. It's addicting.

Speaking of videogames, November will be the end of me doing any schoolwork, due to the release of three games on my 'Takes-Precedent-Over-Reality' list.

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas

This game will literally keep me from going to class. It's six times bigger than Vice City, has more polished graphics, and has more side missions than you can shake a stick at. The release date on this one is October, which probably means that week I'll have like 4 tests. Maybe I'll make out with someone who has mono or get someone to sneeze in my face so I have a legitimate excuse for not coming out of my room for a month.

Release date: October 26

Prince of Persia: Warrior Within

This one not many people played when it came out, but Sands of Time was the best game that came out last year, period. Plus, this one has a new combat system where you can fight with two swords, swing on columns, jump on the enemies heads, then slice them in half, all in one motion. Baby food.

Release date: November 16

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater

Oh man. Ohmanohmanohmanohmanohman. Anyone who knows me or anyone who plays videogames and has half a brain knows that this is the mother of all games. No game will ever touch the perfect that was the original MGS. It will never happen. MGS 2 was a little more controversial, with gay ass Raiden as more or less the main character, but no. Still great. Great gameplay, amazing story. And now, after three long years of waiting, it will be here. Camo for life, tripwires and eating jungle animals for life, and finally finding out who the Patriots are. Wow. I can't even describe. Was supposed to come out in November, just read something saying its coming out in December, which is good so I can get my GTA and Persia fix before 'It' comes out. Plus, it comes out right before Winter Break, so I can dedicate the 14 hours it deserves to be played a day.

Release date: December 16

Now, all of these could have come out during the summer, when no games worth playing came out, and all I did was spend time with family and friends, something which only happens when there are no good games to play.

Anyway, that's all to report in Oneonta. I'm going to watch Star Wars tonight for the first time ever. I bet it sucks.

Necessary

Why? What's the point of this?

But I bet I'll see one back on Long Island.

Idiots.

Geneseo is supposed to be the "smart" school in the SUNY system.

Supposed to be.

In actuality, Geneseo seems to be a place where not only do the residents drink for 18 hours a day, but also the center for some wormhole or Twilight Zone portal, because some really strange and absurd things happened in my less than 24 hour trip there.

First off, a trip that should've been no more than three and a half hours ended up taking almost six hours. Not only did the remnants of Hurricane Ivan decide to drift into the area the day I need to drive for hours at 80 MPH, but we also got stuck in five miles of traffic.

When we eventually arrived, the partying had begun with some beers over a game of Hot Shots Golf. A quick trip was made to Wegman's (the country bumpkin supermarket) for more alcohol. Hung out for a little bit, and then went to Jackobel's frat house.

Alpha Chi Rho's little soiree left much to be desired, being that the basement was partly flooded and the keg got kicked about an hour after we got there. But on the plus side, me and Chris were giving the drunk idiots names (we saw both the Hamburglar and Darius Rucker at the same party), and also did a little Comm. Studies research by watching how people reacted to the music being played. As expected, everyone tried to rap when 'Juicy' came on, and all the drunk sluts did that "WHOOOOO!!" thing they always do when they played 'Freek-a-Leek'.

The tempo of the party changed a bit and 80s music began. Now, these songs being 15+ years old, most people know at least the chorus. And, being the designated 'party' songs, people love to get into big drunk groups and sing them off-key. Girls would also scream when it came on, start shaking their hips, and the obligatory hands would go up in the air. This was our hypothesis. Sure enough, as soon as 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' came on, the screams came, the signing started and only one person starting clumsily gyrating with their hands in the air.

The fact that it was Chris' girlfriend made it that much sweeter.

Afterward, the party kind of got stale and generic with your typical games of beer pong and flip cup, so we hoofed back to Chris' house. Only it was still pouring out, but when you're drunk, that kind of thing doesn't seem to matter, so we walked about a mile in a monsoon.

Kristin got hungry, so we had to order food from Jackobel's new place of employment, a pizzeria. The pizza sucked. Weird sauce.

Yet it led me to a soul mate I've been looking for for twenty-one years now. Jackobel's housemate Justin is literally the only other person I've ever met that takes the cheese off their pizza. We actually hugged. It was beautiful.

We threw in a Family Guy DVD and all passed out.

Next day we walked down to the Geneseo Family Restaurant to indulge in their famous #1--two eggs, homefries, and toast: $1.95

I'm surprised more college towns don't do this. Cheap hungover students love a bargain, especially one on food they don't have to make or clean up afterwards. The place was packed with sandals, hooded sweatshirts, and hemp necklaces. And at 10:30 AM, no less. This is pretty impressive if you know what it takes a student to get up on the weekend. Campuses across the nation are deserted until at least one in the afternoon on most weekends.

Then we took a trip to the Marketplace Mall outside Rochester. Kathleen and Kristin went their way to try on overpriced shirts and all that girlie crap, while me, Chris, and Justin went to look at videogames. I also got to visit my first Best Buy in over a month. I bought PCU on DVD. If you go into a Best Buy and nobody in your group of friends buys something, you've committed sacrilege in my book.

Then I bought a fake beard. I wore it the rest of the day. The girls were embarrassed and pretended I wasn't with them. I didn't care.

We started to talk about old videogames: Punch-Out, the Nintendo Power Pad, etc. We got the bright idea to track down a used game dealer and buy an old NES. During this, it turns out Chris and I both owned a copy of 'Yo Noid!', an awful game featuring the old Domino's Pizza mascot, therefore making the game great. The only two people in America to own the game.

Eventually, after 40 minutes and some bad directions, we find this place in Rochester. They had a Nintendo for sale, and a decent selection of old games.

What do we see sitting there?

Yo Noid. I'm sure reading this doesn't nearly capture the joy and excitement felt by Mr. Jackobel and myself.

Needless to say, we walked out of there sixty dollars poorer with Yo Noid!, the original Metal Gear for NES, and all three Super Mario titles. No Punch-Out. It cost $10. They refused to buy a used 16 year old game for $10 on principle.

It was funny. Driving back home, me wearing a fake beard, Justin holding a Nintendo Entertainment System, and Chris telling us Craig Mack lives across the street from his grandmother, all with Amazing Grace on bagpipes playing from the stereo, it hit all of us at once: What the fuck are we doing with our lives?

Anyway, after we got home, we got to revive the old tradition of trying to get the Nintendo to work: hitting the reset button a million times, blowing in the cartridges, pressing the game up and down in the machine at thirty miles an hour. Memories.

By that time it was 4, so of course they all started drinking again. It was time for me to go. But not before buying $14 of Taco Bell to bring back to Oneonta, the land of no T-Bell for 30 miles.

Already planning another trip in October with Joe D. and Joe Gibbs.

If you'd like to come, send a letter to:

Chris Jackobel
7 Ward Place
Geneseo, NY 14454

Seriously, someone send him a letter.

With just "YO NOID!!!" written in it.

That would be one of the funniest things ever.

Night in Geneseo

15.5 FL.OZ. 480ml

Since the beginning of school a month ago, I have probably drank about 40 of the cans of Arizona Green Tea. I had three cases when I came up here. I am drinking one now and there is only one left in the fridge.

I went to Costco before I left for school, and saw that they were selling 24 of the teas for $10. I think that might be the reason I like them so much. Everything tastes better when you got a deal on it.

I don't know what I'm going to do when this one is gone. I'm hoping I can get more of the cases somewhere up here, otherwise I have to wait until November.

Had a brainstorming session with Silva and Steve Sass. Looks like we're pretty set up to start shooting the film. I think we have a good concept and the skill to do it right. The only thing I'm afraid of is that Murphy seems like the kind of guy that your grade is dependent upon him liking you as a person. If you have him a ten minute movie of kids burping the alphabet, but he liked you, you'd get an A for 'thinking outside the box'.

I discovered today that Oneonta is the cellulite capital of the world. Driving around with Silva we saw so much fat ass legs it made us want to puke. One particular cow was just laying on her front porch like she was dead, with the fattest thighs I've ever seen.

Going to go spend time with Kristin and maybe go look at what we shot today to make sure its all focused, make sure the iris is closed enough, not too much gain, etc.

Geneseo tomorrow. True ass.

Novelty Lounge Post

Long Time First Time

Had an insane radio show tonight. Everything was going pretty smooth, people calling up wanting to give shout outs, my parents called, sort of a typical show.

Then things got weird.

Me and Silva are just bullshitting with each other, and the phone rings. It's some kid speaking gibberish, wanting to hear the song 'Bible Buffet' by Cheetah Race. I didn't really listen at first, and asked what song again. 'Bible Buffet' by Cheetah Race.

Then it dawned on me. Who else could it be other than him?

Turns out Mr. Matthew Meyer had tuned in via our webcasting. He called in on-air and did some classic Meyer improv and hung up.

Ten minutes later, I get another call. It was none other than Brian Wildermuth.

The show then descended into chaos. Oneonta was treated to such things being screamed as:

"Just plain meat and cheese, plain meat and cheese!!!" [click]

"Kancler's mom, Kancler's mom SOTC!!" [click]

And of course my favorite:

"Most dangerous most awesome most likely to kill Amadu Diallo!!" [click]

While all this was going on I played the wrong song like four times, forgot to get a new song from rotation and had dead air, and let 'fuck' be broadcast. But how could I be expected to pay attention? This was college radio at its finest.

Good times, great oldies.

McTravesty

When you woke up this morning, you heard Taps being softly played outside. I heard this also. I have discovered why.

The #2 is no more.

The two cheeseburger extra value meal is no more.

It had been with me throughout my life. No matter what happened, no matter how I felt or where I was, I could always rely on my old standby.

"A number two please," I used to say. I'll never say that sentence again.

How could McDonald's get rid of one of its original and most beloved extra value meals?

I mean, you can't be taken seriously as an organization if you discontinue the two cheeseburger meal but decide to keep the Filet-O-Fish, a known terrorist.

Sure, they now offer a $1 double cheeseburger. But where's the sentimentality behind that? Where's the long history of camaraderie?

I want everyone out there to go to their nearest McDonald's (find the closest one to you here), ask for a #2, and when they tell you they don't have it anymore, pound your fists on the counter, throw your head back, scream, and run out crying.




#2 Extra Value Meal: 1991 - 2004"You might have been number two on the menu,but you were always #1 in our hearts."

Even though I disagree with people hating President Bush just because he isn't good at speeches, take a look at this footage:

http://media.ebaumsworld.com/sovereignty.mov

The funniest thing about it is people are actually laughing in the background. Laugh now, Secret Service uppercut to the jaw later.

Bush: More Flip Flops Than a Palm Beach Retirement Home

I'm getting sick of hearing opponents of John Kerry talk about two things: his service in Vietnam, and how he flip flops on "the issues."

First off, what are the issues? All Bush and his cronies talk about is how Kerry can't make up his mind. Seriously. Watch a Bush speech on TV, or watch the news. They show excerpts from his speeches. Every single one is just full of patriotic jargon that just sounds nice but actually doesn't mean anything:

"By encouraging liberty at home, we will build a more hopeful America." (excerpt from RNC Acceptance speech.)

What does actually, truly mean? Nothing. Its just nice sounding word put together that people who gloss over when listening say, "Hmm. That sounds about right." He's not talking about anything. His speeches, as well as those of his cabinet and vice-president, are full of these.

Second, if you want to talk about flip-flopping, you have to remember that Bush didn't even want the 9/11 Commission to exist, a group he now praises. There are a million examples of this: Flip-flop Hooray.

Also today, the ban on assault weapons ends. Meaning that gun manufacturers can now make AK-47s, Tec-9s, and Uzis. But I guess we need that. We need automatic weapons to fight off today's super animals, like the flying squirrel, and the electric eel. But this has nothing to do with Bush's connection to gun manufacturers and desire to end mandatory gun registeration in the country. People actually have the balls to say that all we're doing by banning assault weapons is keeping regular people from protecting themselves from the criminals who have assault rifles. People are so dumb.

And meanwhile, while the people of Iraq are now free to be terrified of being kidnapped and raped for ransom, Kim Jong Il is blowing shit up in North Korea that is producing a mushroom cloud that has a 2-mile radius that "is not a nuclear bomb." Yeah. This is where we should be right now, not in Iraq. This nutjob has ICBMs that can hit the west coast of the US, kicked out IAEA nuclear inspectors, ripped out UN cameras, and told us to go fuck ourselves, and is enriching uranium, and what are we doing about it?

(AIM conversation between the US State Dept. and officials in Pyongyang.)

XxUSgurlxX: please get rid of ur nukes
KimJongIl-matic: no
XxUSgurlxX: i'll be ur friend
KimJongIl-matic: no
XxUSgurlxX: oh ur mean :(

That's pretty much what we're doing, just asking nicely. All we did was think Saddam had WMDs, and we came in and fucked their shit up. We KNOW South Korea has got them, and we're being very patient and courteous. Come on, you've got to be kidding me. Hell, Iran (read: Crazy Islamic extremist theocratic state) has started mining and enriching uranium, and we're not doing much of anything.

This is what scares me about the future, and this is what we should be taking care of, not Iraq.

I was in a political mood today.


For more information about flip-flops, please visit http://www.flipflopstyle.com/

Wiggle your big toe.

Woke up this morning with some screwed up dreams:

1. That my mom had died
2. That I was in my bedroom in the old house in Centerport and I had a son named Jimmy and I couldn't remember how old he was

Went to breakfast with Kristin, Lisa P., and Toni at some hick place. All you can eat pancakes for $4. I had five.

Came home a did Intro to Business homework. Took at nap in Kristin's room and drooled all over her pillow.

Watched Kill Bill and ate Chinese food.

Not the most captivating day.

Tomorrow I have a feeling I'm going to have an Intro to Business quiz, which could be anything since this guy is kind of strange (he channeled Karl Marx the first day and started screaming at the top of his lungs), and he seems like the kind of teacher that will give an impossibly hard test/quiz and have no qualms about it being tough.

Then I have an Audio Production quiz on Tuesday, gotta study for that, too.

Then all I have to do is get through Organizational Communication on Wednesday then the 4-day break begins. Thank you, Judaism!

Marlins redeemed themselves today with an 11-1 win over the Cubs. Only 1 1/2 games out of the Wild Card with 23 games left, playing Atlanta, Chicago, Montreal, and Philly.

I didn't shower yesterday and by this afternoon my crotch smelled like plain cooked Kraft Macaroni and Cheese noodles, like when you shake them around in the colander. I have since showered.

Tried to do an Audio post today, hasn't popped up on the site yet. It's really annoying, they said as soon as you finish the phone call, it should pop up, and it hasn't. I wrote them to tell me what's up and haven't received a reply. It's really annoying me more as I sit here and talk about it.

I'm gonna go hang up a poster.

Marlins: 2 Dolphins: 7
Cubs: 5 Titans: 17

Great job, fellas.

9/11? Isn't that some kind of Porsche?

Seems like this year no one really cares that it's 9/11.

I think people are starting to forget about it. Not really the day itself, but just what that week or two afterwards was like.

Bad News Bears.

If we start to forget about it, it will happen again. Now, that doesn't mean we should all be in a constant state of fear, or that every 9/11 we should all be in mourning all day long. But I think that once people start to let the anniversary bypass without giving much thought to what it was like, and how freaked out everyone was, then people as a whole will get lulled into a false sense of security, "Oh, THAT thing. That really sucked. Ah well, the past is the past. Let's go play Madden."

All I'm saying is that people have to make sure they remember the day and not think of it as something that won't happen ever again. Kids of our generation (I guess we're young adults now) have a tendency to pay no attention to stuff that isn't directly affecting them. And if we forget how crazy that day was, running around Harborfields watching it on the TV in the senior lounge, going home and just sitting with the news on for the next month, then when we eventually come to be in charge, boom boom, nuclear suitcase in Time Square.

Maybe I'm inventing this in my head. It just seems like last year everyone had something in their away messages about it, more news was covering it as a special day, etc.

All I'm saying is don't think that 'terrorism' was a one-time deal and can't happen again.

Crazy rambling theory over.

Note to RAs: Do the World a Favor and Stab Yourselves

In the class I T.A. with Prof. Arakaki, he likes to do this thing on Fridays where a few students tell jokes or do something stupid, and whoever get the biggest reaction get 5 points on a test, quiz, etc. Today, some girl played the piano, another kid played one note on the piano to be a smart ass, and another kid told this joke:

"What's the difference between a Somalian and a pair of jeans?"
"Jeans only have one fly on them."

The class awkwardly laughed. The piano girl won, and everyone left. When we were getting the stuff together to leave, this girl comes up and says,
"Mr. Arakaki? Hi, I just wanted to say that I hope we don't have any more derogatory jokes like that in class anymore. I'm an RA and we are trained to be very sensitive, and being in a room where things like that are said reflects badly on me. There are many RAs in this class, and if people see us in the class with stuff like that being said, it's very bad for us. Thank you."

I wanted to get out of the chair and murder the girl. Who do you think you are? Since you're an RA no one can make any jokes about anyone anywhere because it might reflect badly on you? Who are you, the Pope? These fucking RAs, its such a joke. I mean, we're in college; everyone is from 18 - 22 years old. If you can't handle a joke about a group, not even represented in the class, then you should stop using up valuable oxygen. Even Arakaki was a little annoyed.

What kind of world do you want to live in? Where everyone is afraid of stepping on someone's toes, that we can't say anything about anyone? Good luck. Have fun while your world topples because everyone was scared to correct any mistakes, lest SOMEBODY get offended.

Two RAs ran my floor meeting, since there wasn't one assigned to us yet. The one of them was obviously a gay guy, and they say, "If we hear anything derogatory about anyone, racial groups, sexual orientation, we will take action."

Shut the hell up, fag. This is my place of residence for the next 10 months. I can say whatever I want, homo. I'm so tempted the next time someone is playing rap music loud to go up to one of them and say, "You know, the 'N' word really upsets me. Can you ask them not to play any music with that word in it. I find that word disgusting."

I don't know what they'd do. They can't tell some they can't play a song that says 'nigga' in it. But I bet you anything if I played a song that said fag or queer, they'd swarm the room like an Afghani cave. Next time someone has their door open and is watching 'Chapelle's Show', I'm gonna run to the cage crying. 'WHY!!!......WHY IS THERE SO MUCH HATE?!?!'

My Netflix finally came. Watched City Lights. It was OK. The Gold Rush was better.

I'm not going out this weekend. I'm gonna try to do a lot of work, so I'm all caught up and can relax a little for the four day weekend next week.

Might go to Applebee's at like 11 tonight to go see Silva on this bitch shift.

Matt is in San Fran to see Dave Matthews. What a homo. San Francisco is a good town for him.

I have to write something for WONY for the State Times soon.

I read a few other blogs to see what the other assholes that write these things write. I refuse to make it as gay as those.

I don't think I have a choice. I have to get this hat.

I'm gonna go look at Florida sport team hats. More on this as it develops.

Vanderjoggywoggyjoo Wide Right!!

NFL season started today. Good game. Colts blew it in the end. They had so many gimmies that they deserved to lose.

Since they're out of the AFC East, I wanted the Colts to win. But no. Manning has to have no peripheral vision.

Should've done homework, watched football instead. Have to go to bed.

Ever heard a kitten getting strangled and drowned?

...then you know what it sounds like when Gish snores. He's all tuckered out and taking a nap right now, making this repulsive gurgling noise. I've never heard anything like it in my life.

Murphy cancelled Audio Production class for no apparent reason. Which means I had no classes today. Sweet ass. I'm already starting to worry a bit about my grades. These skills classes (AP, videography) are tough, I can't tell what Murphy expects of us. I have a feeling unless he clears it up, I'm gonna have a freak out around early-mid November.

My damn Netflix better be here tomorrow. The Manchurian Candidate got lost in the mail over two weeks ago, so they're sending me a new one. I'm also getting City Lights, which is # 76 on the list. I watched The Gold Rush during the summer, and laughed my ass off. Maybe Kristin is right: I am an old man. Eh, whatevers. Charlie Chaplin was a funny little bastard though. I've watched 51 of the 100 so far.

Silva just got Netflix today, and used the 'One Month Free' coupon they sent me. He's having an orgasm over it.

silvamania (2:23:34 PM): im so happy
silvamania (2:31:28 PM): im like a kid in a candy store
silvamania (2:33:14 PM): oh man this is awesome
silvamania (2:33:19 PM): its totally worth the cash

Radio show tonight. You could listen to it if the streamcast worked: WONY.

Trying to divert most of my free time into finishing To the Lighthouse. That'll be #36 on that list.

I like trying to make myself more cultured.

RIPOFF

Well, it seems Rob the Madman has also decided to start doing this online blog thing. I feel gay doing this, but taking the idea from someone else is even gayer. From what he has up there now, it seems like his blog will mostly consist of political ramblings. How the mighty have fallen.
Check out Rob's blog: http://robthemadman.blogspot.com/

I love the Marlins. They are all I have left in the bleak world of South Florida sports. But with Shaq on the Heat now, I might have to become a basketball fan. I could have a trifecta of respectable teams if Ricky Will-Yams wasn't sitting in Amsterdam now. Go fuck yourself Lenny Kravitz.

I got in a fight about politics with this kid in a bar last Friday. More or less the way the conversation panned out was that in the end he agreed that he had no answers for much of the stuff I was throwing at him, but said, "I still don't care. Bush rules." I've run into so many of these people that willingly acknowledge that much of the stuff Bush has done doesn't make sense, but who cares? It makes me hate people more. I'm not saying change your whole belief structure over one conversation, but damn don't just completely dismiss it. Think about things.

This prick kid who is now officially the RA in the other side of the quad is fighting with his girlfriend on the phone. Dick. Get out. Asshole.

Oh yeah, and thanks to my little visit to ResLife yesterday, we now have a microwave in the hall again. I'm getting sick of living in the dorms.

Pro: Everything taken care of before hand (electricity, heat, cable, internet), free washing machines, 2 second walk to class

Con: Treated like fucking 4 year olds

They try to tell us that since one kid fucked up the microwave, then 300 others don't get to use it 'until further notice.' WRONG. 'Hello, ResLife? Yes, they're taking something away from us that they technicially can't, because its in their sacred Student Handbook they treat like the bible.' Next day -- one microwave.

And even ResLife tried to dick with me. They said "it's a long process getting funding for a microwave." Yes, a $30 investment at Wal-Mart will really leave us strapped for cash. Nope.

That's it. Done venting for the night.

I've noticed that lately the cool thing for people to do is play poker. I don't know what's brought on this new trend, but they've been showing a lot more poker on ESPN2 lately, and now all of a sudden everyone I know goes and plays poker. I walked down in the common area of my building last night, and there was 15 guys sitting around a table playing. Hell, Jackobel got sucked into playing it online with some friends of his.

I say make some space for your poker chips next to your yo-yo, pogs, and Razor scooter. The feeling I get is that it just one of these things that kids our age sort of "re-discovered" and its like a cool, edgy thing that people used to do in the 'ol West, so it makes it manly.

The fad will be done in about a year, year and a half tops.

Maybe I'll have more to do

10 - 10:50am: Computer Science
11 - 11:50am: Videography
1 - 1:50pm: TAing Understanding Mass Comm.
2 - 4pm: WONY Office Hours
5:30 - 8pm: Organizational Communication
8:30 - 9pm: WONY General Interest Meeting
9 - 11pm: Ulysses Reading Group

So no time to do anything. But I'm still fitting in time to screw around on the computer. At least I got this thing set up now. And I got it so I can call a phone number and leave audio posts from any phone. Pretty sweet. And by sweet I mean freakin' sweet.

Still going to Geneseo next weekend, even though I could really use those days to catch up on my work. But I know if I crap out now, Chris will never shut up. He'll do the nasally annoying voice (aka the "Heat" voice), "Well, ya know......", forever. Gonna call up Joe Gibbs to see if I can drag him away from his firefighter duties of sitting on his ass and relaxing in the Real World lounge in Northport FD to come up there. Joe D I doubt will come just because he's a fucking nerd and has to look at pond scum at 40x.

I miss my $1.19 Grande Soft Taco. It's so good.

Me, Kristin, Zack, and Janelle are going to go to Niagara Falls soon. He's keeps putting it off because he has a yellow Ford Focus.

I'm done with this. I'm just imagining doing the audio posts all messed up on the weekends. That'll be funny.

Let me managing your ass eating.

MTV Programming

I watched that show Room Raiders today. Holy crap that show is so gay. The people I was watching it with were falling for all the traps the producers set for dumb people to think the shows great. They had some deuche bag going through some girl's room, and he put the girl's underwear on his head. WHOMP. But it showed all the girls laughing, and the people I was watching with actually said things like, "Oh MAN, what a nutty guy!!!" "What is he DOING?!?!? Underwear doesn't go there! He's, like, soo crazy!"

Really annoying.

Have to fishing reading To the Lighthouse by tomorrow before I start Ulysses with Kristin's James Joyce class. It's gonna be true ass.