Trogdor!

Now boys and girls, it's time for "Honest to God CNN Picture and Caption Time"!


Duct tape

CNN.com has taken a sharp decline in the past year or so. I used to read all of my news there, but now the reporting is just godawful. I heard that they are getting bought out by Viacom, which will be completely horrible. Expect to see nothing but hard-hitting reports on Julia Robert's wardrobe from that point on out.

Have you ever downloaded a song that you like so much that you burn a mix CD just to have that song readily available when you are away from your computer? I have.

There are some people who don't even deserve reality TV.

Man. Fighting Gravity was AWESOME! I haven't been to a show with that much energy in a really long time, especially considering the disappointingly small audience. I really miss concerts a lot. Dan and I have made a deal to go to a concert a week for the rest of the semester. If anyone wants in, let us know.

Also, go to the Contest Site for a few new contests.

Sleepovers are fun. I forgot how good French toast is.

What I'm wearing right now:
- t-shirt
- flannel boxers
- thermal undershirt
- thermal underwear
- jeans
- a long-sleeved t-shirt
- two pairs of socks
- a sweatshirt
- a hooded sweatshirt
- a pair of workout pants
- my jacket
- a knit cap
- gloves
- hiking boots

No matter what anyone else says, I love the snow!

I'm really sick of "Big Brother" Bush using "terror alerts" to throw the country in a panic. It's like if he raises the terror alert and then lowers it again, at his whim, the citizens of the U.S. will suddenly worship him for saving our country from an arbitrary "yellow" terror rating. Go Bush!

On a related note, this made my day.


Thanks, This Modern World!

It doesn't get much more Valentine-y than this:


How much do you want to bet one of those old men has their hand on a kid's ass?

"It is the function of speech to free men from the bondage of irrational fears." - US Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis

I really like this quote.

What a horrible fucking night to not be able to sleep. Here's what my day/night looks like starting approximately an hour and fifteen minutes from when I write this post:
5:30-10:30 - work shift #1
10:35-12:10 - nap
12:20-1:10 - class #1
1:25-2:15 - class #2
2:30-roughly 6:00 - work shift #2
6:00ish-7:00 - APO meeting
7:00 - dinner with ASB group
8:00-9:00 - ASB community meeting
9:00-11:00 - improv rehearsal
As you can see, last night was one in which I needed a full night of sleep. However, I didn't end up getting into bed until midnight, which was already a pretty bad start. At that point, I tossed and turned until 1 or so, when I finally fell asleep. At 3:30, I woke up really thirsty, went downstairs, had a glass of water, and came back up, but my body was uncooperative, and I've been up ever since. To whomever it may concern: if I see you today, there will be the distinct possibility that I will be A.) irritable as hell, B.) giddy as a school girl, C.) running on pure adrenaline and therefore very competitive about things, D.) asleep on my feet, or E.) all of the above.

So I started a weblog where Doug, Dan, and I can post contests all day long. I'm adding it to my sidebar thingie. The first one is up. Enjoy!

Doug has jumped on the Blogger website express. It led me to thinking...the "other people's websites" section on my menu bar is pretty sparse. If you have a site you want me to add to it (your site, not some kind of grotesque porn or anything like that), leave a comment and I'll go ahead and add it. The more links, the merrier. It gives the bored masses who peruse my site some clicking fodder.

On a wholly unrelated note, the Oscar nominations were released today. I think I've decided that I officially don't give a shit about these anymore. I remember three or four years ago, when a movie was released that I'd really like, and I'd really root for it at the Oscars, and it would be really exciting when it won, or really disappointing when it didn't. I think 2000 might have been the last year for this, when I rooted for Memento and American Beauty (I could be combining two years here). Lately, the movies that are up are alright, but there hasn't been anything really special that has come out that has made me go "Wow, I really want this to win an Oscar". Maybe it's because I haven't seen Chicago yet, which I really want to, but none of the nominees this year have really impressed me. Well, actually, I haven't seen Adaptation or About Schmidt yet either, which I also wanted to see. Okay, so maybe there is a potential to impress me, but I need to go to the movies more. I think that's the underlying point here.

On another wholly unrelated note, I had the coolest dream last night. Somehow, it involved this giant building, and there were a bunch of people who were somehow teleported to the top floor, and then there was a teleporter down to the next floor hidden on each floor, and the contest was to get to the bottom first, and you could like hide behind things and watch other people and stuff. It seemed like a lot of fun. That's about all I can remember from it, but that's the essence boiled down for you.

I hate to copy Dan completely, but that last contest didn't really work out. I think I'd rather do exactly what he did. Email me the answers and the winner will receive something awesome which I will decide upon soon. If you post the answers in the comments section, I will delete them. That's cheating, and no one likes a cheater except another cheater. Here we go!

1.) And sometimes I will think of you, shout your name into the wind, and if you ever think of me kneel down and kiss the earth

2.) The Marlboro man died of cancer, and he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.

3.) And when I come back to the room, and everybody just seemed to move, and I turned my amp up loud and I began to play.

4.) I've come a long way and now I'm me, the darkest river that meets the sea, and all those lights from the harbour seem to be sparkling and bittersweet.

5.) She had a turtle, named McPumpkin, she read the Catcher in the Rye, honor roll and a cheerleader, we all wished she'd choke and die.

6.) Having her on my brains is like getting hit by a train, she's gonna kill me.

7.) They were so stable, making so much sense that under the table, they crippled our legs with it.

8.) Harder to work, harder to strive, hard to be glad to be alive, but it's really worth it if you give it a try.

9.) Gotta keep my eyes from the circling skies, tongue tied twisted just an Earth bound misfit.

10.) Mother Nature and Mother Earth are two of the three women who dictate what I'm worth.

11.) You can come along with me because we've got a lot of things to do now, you shouldn't have lied now, you shouldn't have lied.

12.) And I have wandered through this world and as each moment has unfurled, I've been waiting to awaken from this dream.

13.) Thought I'd be the one, take a look around you and see what's within you.

14.) How high, real high, 'cause I'm just so fly, a young lovable huggable type of guy, and everything is to the back with a little slack, 'cause inside out it's wiggity wiggity wiggity wack.

15.) Now the seasons change, and the storefronts change, everything else stays the same.

16.) He can't pay attention, he won't pay attention, his mind wanders back and forth between the good and the bad, the ugly and beautiful ones, the delirious and sad.

17.) This is the push that I must give myself to get feeling, suddenly I'm feeling like you wanted something more than this.

18.) Your darkest secrets sit here right in front of me, yeah, I know what you smell like.

19.) Whoa, here it comes, that funny feeling again winding me up inside every time we touch, hey I don't know, oh tell me where to begin because I've never ever felt so much.

20.) Cut the hair off, the hippie's sleeping, listen up Mike, it's the right thing, chop the fringes off the freakish, in a small pond, you'll be a big fish.

Be the big fish! Good luck to all four of you who will probably attempt this.

Dan is doing a contest on his site. You should all go and give it a shot, because he has all sorts of incredible prizes* he is giving away.
I want to have a contest. Here's how it works. Post links to the funniest picture you can find on the web into my comments box. We will then all vote on our favorite, and the winner gets to have their picture posted on my site! YES! The reasoning behind this is two-fold. One, I like to ride Dan's coattails, even though this is in no way related. And two, I want to add more pictures to this site. It's too wordy.
More pictures like this one:

I haven't been posting as regularly as I should be. I guess I just didn't have much to say. Well, now I do.
As some of you may know, my car is on it's last legs. Biggest problem: it smells like gas, constantly. My mechanic back home, who I trusted (oooh, foreshadowing!), told me that, after replacing my oil gasket for a fair sum of money, that that didn't fix anything, and my car smells like gas because the exhaust pipes are about to go. He then recommended that he replace them, for $700. Right. I figured, as long as my car lasts until I graduate, I can either buy a new one with graduate discounts or maybe I won't need one, if I move to Chicago. Anyway, the plot thickens. I took my car in to get an oil change today. After a ten minute oil check, the mechanic comes out and says "do you realize you have a cracked hose in your motor?" I, of course, do not, because I assume my mechanic back home, who I trusted until that very moment, would have noticed something like this and mentioned it. The mechanic says, "you should get this repaired". I go to the local Volkswagon repairman, who tells me that this hose has been breaking a lot lately, and causes the car to smell like exhaust. He then tells me that he can have the part by tomorrow, and the whole thing will cost maybe $35. At this point, I have to assume one of three things. Either A.) my mechanic back home is a jerkoff who wanted to steal my money, B.) my mechanic back home isn't very bright, and both missed this hose and overestimated the problem with the exhaust system, or C.) some combination of the above. Either way, my mechanic is a stupid fuck. I don't think I want a car after I graduate. It's way too much hassle.

I might catch a lot of flak for saying this, but I don't really think the space shuttle blowing up today was a tragedy. A tragedy, to me, is several thousand people starving every single day in almost every African nation while we sit idly by and get fat in America as our rates of food consumption increase every year. A tragedy is, like, homeless people dying on our streets while we walk by them and turn our nose as they ask for change to buy food, and a government who'd rather ship them to another country than deal with their problem. Seven people dying in a space shuttle crash is not a tragedy. It's sad, but it's not sad to a tragic degree. The space program is a stupid thing in the first place. What's the point, really? The only reasons I can think of are the quest for knowledge, which I don't know if this justifies death or not, or a desire to find new materials to exploit on other planets. I think we'd save our country a lot of money if we disbanded NASA and sold the parts. Who really cares what's up there? This wasn't the first space shuttle crash, and it won't be the last, I'm sure. How come if seven people die in an auto accident it's considered a nuisance, but seven astronauts die and we hold national mourning services? Anyway, I don't want it to seem that I'm putting down astronauts, I mean, it takes balls to go out into space. It's just that I don't understand why we need the space program or the American people's desire to turn everything into a tragedy. It's like ever since September 11th, we are tragedy addicts. We need our fix every few months. We love space crashes and people getting stuck in mines and snipers. We're such a fucking egocentric country, we need this shit so bad. It's like kindling for our patriotic fires.