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February 28, 2005

So this is spring break,

So this is spring break, it doesn't really look like the brochures.

I spent most of yesterday cleaning and packing for D.C. so I could spend all of today playing Xbox for a review I'm working on. Then it's go to bed, wake up, and go fly out to visit Mark for a few days. What are you up to this week?

February 25, 2005

I don't work my ass

I don't work my ass off for twenty hours a week to throw my money away.

My morning ritual usually starts out like this: wake up, turn on laptop and check email, find cloths to wear, go brush teeth, take shower, etc. Today though, no sooner had I reached for my laptop when my boss called and asked if I remembered I was supposed to be working this morning. So I abandoned my plans to check my email, scooped up the first clean cloths I could find, brushed my teeth, took a lightening fast shower, and got to work about 15 minutes after I hung up the phone. When I got to the lab, I called my boss in her office to let her know I was here and to apologize again for forgetting; she told me don't worry it's just good to know I'm here now. To use the parlance of my times, how sweet is that? Situations like this are where it pays to be a good employee. Not that I ever plan on forgetting about work again. On the down side, I didn’t have time to pack up my laptop stuff so now I have to surf the net on the lab computers. No bookmarks, no Trillian, no Winamp or Mah Jong. This must be how cavemen used computers.

February 23, 2005

Yo! That was the illest

Yo! That was the illest rhyme I ever seen!

While working with superlatives in a Latin passage today, I came across a word that I should have translated as "The sickest" or "The most ill". Instead, I said "The illest", which immediately conjured images of the Beastie Boys running around a small island fighting off Roman Pirates. A few laughs were then had and we moved on... so I stabbed him.

Some people launch into the entire, "so I stabbed him" routine. Not me. I prefer to just use the one line and move on. It's one of the few instances where I lift something from a routine and only use the one little piece, but I think it keeps the spirit. A few people will know what I'm talking about and others will wonder why I stabbed somebody, thereby making my shaggy dog story more interesting.

February 21, 2005

Man who catch fly with

Man who catch fly with chopstick accomplish anything.

I didn't catch any flies this weekend but I sure did accomplish a lot. Between homework, cooking, cleaning and working, this was probably the most productive weekend I've had in a long time. And it feels good. On top of all that I still had time to play DD Friday night and take a quick nap Sunday afternoon. For the record that was DD, not D&D. Unfortunately, now I'm just about booked solid for the next two weeks. I can pretty much tell you where I will be and what I'll be doing any time any day for two solid weeks. Normally that would really annoy me, I like a more spontaneous lifestyle, but this time I happen to be looking forward to a lot of what I have to do, so the whole concept of being so busy is a little more appealing.

Except for three odd balls, I know every game on this list. For two points how many of these have I actually played. I'll give you a deceiving hint; I'm ashamed of how small the number actually is.

P.S.
Did anyone else happen to catch that hour-long show about hotdogs on PBS last night? It was so beautiful.

P.P.S
One of my favorite authors just died.

February 17, 2005

Random Thoughts This one is

Random Thoughts

This one is for you Cal.

Tuesday night I had the Seu Jorges, Portuguese version of David Bowie's Starman stuck in my head. But I neither know Portuguese nor the words to Starman, so it was interesting.

I make fun of my parents for their dinner routines but I realized that every Wednesday night is Swag night and every Thursday night is trivia night. I am a sucker for routine and I guess I know where I get it.

I have over 30 episodes of Futurama on my computer right now but only 11 short stories. That's sad.

I have two short stories floating around in my head right now itching to get out. That's good.

I gave up Beer for lent. I wanted to give up pop, but sometimes I use it in combination with a nap and a horse pill to get rid of low blood sugar headaches.

My "lost" fish is back, but nobody can figure out where he was.

In about two weeks I'll be in Washington D.C. visiting Mark.

I'm a cancer or a monkey and the moon is my ruling planet. But I don't believe in astrology.

I feel good today.

February 16, 2005

I've got it! A terrific

I've got it! A terrific headache.

Updated the leader board this afternoon. Scoll over you name to see where you stand. It's a bit of a pain because you have to be exactly on the letters, but it would be a pain in my ass to go back and fix so deal with it. In honor of me, it's time for another question. I'll shell out two points for this one because I think it's gonna be a tough one. What am I watching right now? I'll give you a hint, I don't want to be watching but the remote is not within my reach, and my roommate likes it.

I just got a bad headache. A huge pain behind my right eye and I'm feeling queasy.

In other news has anyone seen this yet?

February 14, 2005

Happy VD I've had a

Happy VD

I've had a long standing agreement with Valentines Day; I don't like it, and it doesn't like me. Over the years we've had a few debacles, but for the most part, we try to ignore each other. However, one of these years I'm going to throw an Anti-Valentines Day party and it's going to be one for the history books. Unfortunately I was too busy to put one together this weekend. Which is a shame because nothing says fun like a bunch of dateless losers drinking cheap gin and sucking helium out of half deflated balloons while the rest of the world drinks Champaign and eats candy out of little heart shaped boxes.

On a more positive note I got two tests back from last week and I passed them both. Even the Latin re-test. I’m celebrating tonight. Here I am dateless on Valentines, celebrating passing tests with my three best friends, Jack Daniels, Johnny Cash and… my xbox. Call me if your bored and in The Zoo. We’ll get a drink.

February 13, 2005

Give a man a fish,

Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Hit a man with a brick and you can take his fish... And his wife.

I lost one of my fish. I don't know how, where, why or even when. All I know is that one of my fish is gone and the tank is suffering for it. The little suckerfish that was scared of everything seems to have vanished. At least it wasn't King Poseidon The Ultra Fish. Of the four fish I had, I only bothered to name one. Maybe the suckerfish resented that and ran away. I don’t know. I have to go the store to pick up a new filter anyway so I guess I'm bringing home another sucker. The tank is getting a little dirty without that little guy. He was like my little migrant worker fish. Always cleaning the tank for me at half the price of those big fat suckerfish. How do you lose a fish?

February 10, 2005

Ooh, I hope it's sex...

Ooh, I hope it's sex... or candy.

I think I've hit a new level of maturity in the world of academia. I just got the go-ahead to write a paper concerning the role of The Journey in selected works of Terry Southern. I’ll be focusing on Candy, Barbarella, and Easy Rider. The topic of “The Journey” in anything makes me feel a bit grown up in itself, but the subject matter of Southern’s work is a whole other issue. For those of you who don't know much about him, let me just say that the final scene in his book, Candy, involves a young woman simultaneously being penetrated by her estranged father and the nose of a Buddha statue that had fallen on her. The whole situation makes Barbarella look like a children’s book. And if you know anything about Barbarella, you know it is definitely not something for kids. At any rate, it should be an interesting paper to write.

February 08, 2005

Goodbye, happy face. Hello, sad

Goodbye, happy face. Hello, sad face.

So the good news is that everyone tanked the Latin test so bad we have a re-test on Thursday. The bad news is, that means after I get done studying for my JRN Law & Ethics test, I have to turn around and study for Latin again, leaving me no time to read The Golden Bowl by Henry James. Speaking of Henry James, if I could read only one author for the rest of my life, it would NOT BE HENRY JAMES! Exceedingly verbose, dry and rambling all come to mind. Back to the point of this little rant, I can't wait for the weekend. It's only Tuesday and I already need a break, as I’ve all but sworn off of alcohol as of late, I want the weekend to roll around so I can veg out in front of some video games for a while.

Related to my non-drinking, it's been so long since I've been on my pills, and I'm really starting to feel bad again. I'll call my family doctor sometime this week to see about getting a refill, until then I'm going to listen to some good old fashion depressing music. One point for the artist and album I’ve been listening to rather non-stop, and three points for the song I keep repeating on that album.

P.S.
Henry James sucks.

February 07, 2005

I hate school For those

I hate school

For those of you keeping track, my day was officially ruined at 11:00 a.m. when I had to hand in an unfinished Latin exam. Thus marking the first time I was unable to finish a test in time. I probably studied more for that test than any one before it too, which really pisses me off. I think I was doing alright, not great, but passing, when I unexpectedly ran out of time. Judging by the looks on a few other faces, I don't think I was the only one who didn't finish. However, I doubt that's going to mean much to my teacher and I only got about 2/3 of the way through. In a class that I absolutely have to pass to graduate, I can't afford to screw up like that. If I wasn’t at work and didn't have another huge test that I need to study for, I'd probably go home, have a drink and climb back into bed for the rest of the week. For the record, in case you didn't know, I hate school with the passionate intensity of a thousand burning suns and I’m going to be in a bad mood all day now, so watch out.

February 03, 2005

How come your face is

How come your face is on a t-shirt and mine isn't?

I woke up late today and, after my shower, quickly put on a blue t-shirt and a long sleeve blue flowered retro number that seems to get a lot of attention. While sitting in Latin today I noticed it didn't fit as nice as it usually does, so I looked down and saw my shirt was on inside out. The flowers were just nasty blobs of blue color. I wasn't sure what to do. Sit there and act casual? Maybe a only few people would notice. Take it off and fix it right there in class? Then everybody would notice. Eventually I opted to put my coat back on. Crisis averted. I just now fixed it while I'm on break. I wish I could say that was the first time this semester that I've done that.

In a completely unrelated topic, for a single point, who can guess my all time favorite Chick Flick? It came up in conversation the other day and actually got me thinking that I have two favorites, so there will be two winners this time.