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22:26 0212.17
Wishing you a merry generic winter holiday It was the night before the Generic Winter Holiday, and throughout the Pentagon, Everything was as tidy as it was under Reagan; The duplicate segregationist bathrooms had been cleaned with care, In case Rumburglar made a suprise inspection there. The base commanders were sitting behind their maplewood desks, And Colin Powell was videoconferenced to the Prez of the Czechs; The press pool was in the brefing room, wanting comments on that Lott crap; Hoping the consies wouldn't go Ackbar and be all "IT'S A TRAP!" When from Space Command blared a whole bunch of radio chatter, Rummy ran over from a tour to see what was amatter; Suddenly onto the radarscreen a thing up and flashed, But it was coming through the atmosphere and not turning to ash. "Is that forking missile defense ready to go?" Rumburglar said without a great deal of show; When up popped on visual something so wierd-- Though not a comminuke it was still to be feared. It was some kind of sleigh, but it was moving so quick-- being pulled by eight suits, some thin and some thick; Then across the DC airspace with fighter escorts it came, The pilot calling his 'mule team' by name. "On Yeltsin, on Putin; on Schr? and Zemin! On Pol Pot, on Castro; on Kofi and Clinton! Away from the Atlantic, to the Economist Ball; Dash away, dash away, dash away all!" And who did Rumburglar see guiding that sleigh? But the Chairman of the Fed, who was laughing away; He was owning those leaders, the big and the small-- Heck, you know, Alan Greenspan forking OWNS YOU ALL. Have a Merry Generic Winter Holiday; sleep well in your beds; Have some presents-- Rumburglar a pimp hat for his head; Bush'll get some nice polls, Saddam some nice bombs; And a happy hundredth for our old friend named Strom! Individual Post | Comments (4) 21:39 0212.16 Mega Weeknd Turboblaster EXPLOSION Well, Freitagabend was my crazy birthday party. Had over the Friendly Folks from Church, as well as Doggimus Maximus and Seamus Reilly O'Flannigan and stuff. I thionk everybody enjoyed the stuff-- dinnerage and movietude. My parents popped a magician on me, but he was actually good, so, you know, whatever. Yeah, so we had some Bravoage-- salad and Capellini Pomodoro or Lasagna, yeah. I got some leet presentage-- a recording pen thing (woot), some gift certificate credit card things, some used German beer coaster things from El Baile (XD XD XD), and another MS-07B Gouf (thing) from Seamus. And some candy things in there, too. Yes. After all that mess, we ended up watching Some Movie in Italian (known to everybody but me, apparently, as Life is Beautiful), which while being a more or less girly movie fullfiled the RDA of both COMEDIC MISCHIEF and BLASTY. Okay, so it didn't have any on-screen blasty, but there were Wermacht helmets aplenty, and, really, does one actually need real on-screen blasty when you have WWII German Soldiers already? Maybe not, if it isn't in English. Yeah, so the evening seemed to be much of the fun for everybody-- Doggimus Maximus left early because he was falling asleep (I don't blame him) and Andrea (dude, I need to figure out (better) codenames for people, just in case they wouldn't like me mentioning their actual names on THE CREZZY INTARWEB, you know) came late for various reasons, but, you know, yeah. Did I mention Zak was there? DON'T JANK THE BANK . . .And I'm sure TEH NAZZ had fun at the supposedly-planned-five-months-in-advance-acoording-to-'Bobo' oh-no-you can't-do-anything-on-that-day forking X-BOX PARTY. I mean, what's with this 'oh no your birthday isn't nearly as important as this marginal thing' crap? I mean, my Grandparents don't come down here on their firstborn grandson's 18th birthday like they'd been planning for two months because my not-even-blood-related Auntie is having some minor surgery. Of course, they thought that perhaps they might be needed to take care of my uncle's children, but, of course, I doubt it-- it's not like her family isn't alayws somehow of higher importance and our family almost always has to celebrate holidays on the wrong day and even still my uncle can't come because me Auntie's gotta be off doing something with her 5 bazillion people. URGH. And my grandparents still aren't down here. What a crock. My appologies for that almost Mellville-esque diversion-from-topic. So yeah, Samstag. I fell asleep about 3 AM after that party, but needed to get up to go to the Breakfast for other People thing at Church at some (un)godly time in the mid-morning. Used a bit of my Spanish skills. I realize that, you know, I can read Spanish, I can write Spanish-- heck, I can do this pretty dang well (not to be too boastful or whatever)-- but I sure as spoony can't speak it. Yeah. But it was fun, anway. I couldn't maintain my awake status by getting hooped up on cocacola for very long, so I slept all afternoon. Did I do something that evening? Oh yeah, woke up and went to Shake and Steak. I didn't realize that Mr Findley the nice-dude-with-the-cane former-school-sytem-trasnportation-director-man was married to the ever-abhorred-by-the-Lunch-Table Mrs Fi(e)ndley. Yeah. I'm suprised at how full that restaraunt is at 10 PM. Whatever. So, I says to myself, 'what did I do on Sontag'? Oh, yeah, went to Church, that's the ticket. That was fairly enjoyable, especially as it required me to do nothing that required waking up any earlier than 8:25. Not that I probably didn't wake up intil 8:40 or something; I don't know. Yeah, so the aftormentioned Andrea hooked me up with some giftage (Cribbage thing that works wooo) and what has to be the most incredibly crazy card ever. I think I'll scan it sometime, it's just plain nutty. Yeah, and then went to Fazziol's (or whatever), and then a few of the dudes came over to my hizzy for a while. And then El Baile and I threw snow at the Church Van for a while. I seem to be drawing a blank on the evening. Oh well, this post has gone on long enough. Just some housekeeping notes: I have two rolls of film and a little bit of video (most of it isn't intelligible, unfortunately) of the party, which I'll post up as soon as I get it developed. And scanned. Yeah. And I'll post it with a loot list or something, as SPECIAL DECEMBER HOLIDAY SPECTACULAR. Yeah. Furthermore, I finally added that long-promised writeup on Northwestern, not that anyone cares. XD http://benjamins.no-ip.com/arch/000020.html Individual Post | Comments (1) 22:39 0212.8 WEEKEND UPDATE Yeah, so, uh. Did I do anything on Friday? No. Or did I? I can't seem to recall anything. I mean, seriously. Oh, wait. I know. I raised money for the German club trip to Germany by babysitting dorks at the Boys and Girls Club. Yeah, that's it. Or, should I say, I and the Shack and the rest of the German III squad played pool for three hours BWHAHAHAHA. Yeah, so Saturday was a blast. I woke up to find a wedding shower going on, so I went out to breakfast at Sonic. PANCAKE ON A STICK FUAHAHAHAHA. I then went back to sleep, until about four, when Lalo came over and we worked on our Spanish project for a while. Later on that night, at like 8 or somethign, El Baile and the friendly church squad and I went to Shake and Steak and then Best Buy or something. And then I Didn't go to sleep until 3 AM, because I was wtaching ROBOTS and then Nero Wolfe, which is a great show, btw. Too bad they only made 1 season of it. Ran the sound on Sontag. Stayed around and picked up cans around the neighboorhoods for the collection that the church does every December for poor folks. In a way, I like doing this, because, you know, it's a nice way to help out people that are legitimately poor and doesn't involve transfer payments, and most people are very eager and happy to be able to donate canned food and whatnot. However, it's those times when I'm walking from one house to the next, or waiting to see if someone will answer the door, that I really hate it. It's like, I feel like I'm doing some sort of real-world equivalent of SPAMming or something, going to people's houses unasked and requesting stuff that's rightfully theirs. I don't know. Though, after a while, I ended up working in a group, and didn't feel any of that. I guess it's the solitude, the walking in the cold from one 50s ranch to the next, wondering if somebody is actually there, womdering if they're actually going to donate, or just mutter some excuse forcing me to exit conversation abruptly but still maintain some grace to the thing; if there's some crazy dog that's going to attack or worse yet some old man that already had some screws lose when he somehow smuggled his BAR back from Europe. But, you know, whatever. Went to teh Maal with El Baile and the Megs after that. HOT TOPIC WHAT A CROCK XD Yeah, man, I want to be all counterculural and whatnot, so I'm going to go to a shopping mall and buy my RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE ANARCHY FOREVER MAN LOOK AT MY NOSE PIERCINGS stuff from a nationwide retail chain. SERIOUSLY. And they didn't even have a forking Che Guevarra T-Shirt, which is something I've always wanted. Well, either that or one with the picture of him and OUR FRIEND FIDEL. FUAHAHAHAHAA Dear Dr Castro: Hello. I am a high school student from the United States of America. I think that Cuba is a really neat place. I admire the progress your country has made since your revolution in the areas of literacy, life expectancy, and medical care, among other things. One of those other things, Dr Castro, is the fact that your citizens still make use of automobiles manufactured in the 1950s, which are, of course, the best looking automobiles ever; this is far better for both the environment and the popular aesthetic than America's three-year-lease ugly-as-sin cannot-go-offroad SUVs. But, to the point. I know that every individual, and therefore, every country, makes mistakes, and, so, too, all countries commit human-rights violations during their histories, which I fully understand, but, of course, don't particularly condone. However, I don't think anything like this should cause my government to maintain some silly Cold War era embargo on yours. The People's Republic of China has thermonuclear warheads aimed at my country, and yet we still trade with them. I hope that sometime soon this silly ban is lifted, so I may visit your country legally before it too is clogged up with Soccer Moms and their SUVs, among other items of much more signifcance. Best Wishes, B.H. Lamb P. S. -- do your stores have T-shirts emblazoned with that famous image of Mr. Guevarra and yourself? I wish I could find one here. But yeah, whatever. As we walked out of the mall, I spotted a shoe store that was selling Adidas Sambas! IN VARIOUS COLORS! OH YES. I rushed in, hoping beyond hope they had the green ones. In case you don't know, I wore about 5 or 10 pairs of green Adidas Sambas between 3rd grade and whenever they stopped making them. But, alsas, they aren't making green ones again. But they do have ones that are a green-gray! I'm going to get some, I'm so exited, because the sambas are the best-fitting, longest-lasting shoe ever. (I had a bunch of them becasue I gre out of them, not because they were beyond wearability for any other reason). Uh, went back to church for the Chirstmas party, whcih was good, but, seriosuly, folks, Don't subisitute Goldman for a real sound tech. I mean it. Then I came home and wrote this. The end. Individual Post | Comments (3) 22:10 0212.1 WEEKEND UPDATE Deluxe. . . . . .Director's Cut Tournament Edition with Dual Shock 64! or, MMM THANKSGIVING TASTY Yeah, so, on Thorstag, went up to the cousinnage and ate much of the foodstuffs. Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, CORN, and crescent rollage YES. Also watched a bunch of Aqua Teen Hunger force eps my cousin's boyfriend had on VCD. MOONINITES BWAHAHA. Got home at like, uh, 9:00ish. No, wait, it was like 7:00. But it looked 9:00ish by the sunlight. Dude, this whole much-later-sunrise-much-earlier-sunset winter stuff still throws me off after, like, 9 years. But, uh, whatever. I think I slept into Friday after that. Speaking of which, I discovered am Freitagnachmittag that the top result for the query string 'char gundam' on google is some geocities page entitled 'Garma x Char Gundam yaoi'. Dude, why can't I ever get at anything about gundam without having to deal with this fangirl homoerotic crapstavaganza? "I heard that show Gundam Wing is about bisexuality, do you know anything about that?" XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD I spent the rest of Friday looking at thankfully non-'Garma x Char Gundam yaoi kawaii ^_^;;' gundam plastic model kits and stuff, because one of the Japanese import hobby sites had a contest that recently ended, and there was a big hubub about it on the Gundam Mailing List. Dude, little model robots are the coolest thing ever. Besides, you know, 20-yard-tall giant war robots YES. Once again, many thanks to my father's once-coworker and buddy Buck Allen for giving me a pirated copy of Mechwarrior I for my 286 so many years ago, and for getting me hooked on this robot stuff. Oh, yeah, like, Saturday. So, there's this wedding at church, right? And I get payed for doing the sound for it. Like, 50 bucks. And weddings are 20 minutes. Seriously, that's 150 dollars an hour, which is total and complete rockitude. Eventhough I probably spent upwards of four hours untangling cords and making sure stuff was going on correctly and such, so that means I made a mere 12.50/hr. FUAHAHAHAHAHA. El Baile-- he's the other guy that's competent with the church's sound system and microphonage and whatnot, eventhough I like to sometimes pretend he isn't-- asked me if this was the second time I'd done one of thsese, because he hasn't done any. If memory serves me correctly, this is actually the fourth time I've made mad cash. Oh well, so much for fairness FUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. . . . Speaking of doing stuff at Church, Sunday morning went pretty well-- I got there late because I had translated all this stuff into Spanish for giving free stuff to poor (and, in this case, Hispanic) people at Christmas, and came to realize there aren't any printers in this house that either work or are connected to a windows machine. Hahahahaha. Except not. Yeah, I was tired and left my coat at home, so after the fam and I Yen Chingged, I went home and slept. And slept and slept and slept. And then woke up, ahd dinner, and wrote this. Well, except for the second paragraph, I wrote that on Friday. But, uh, whatever, you don't need to know that because I CAN CHANGE THE POST TIMESTAMP BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Individual Post | Comments (1) |