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09:16 0302.27
Wakey Wakey Urrgh. So tired. Furthermore, I'm getting quite tired of this snow. What is it, 40 days with snow on the ground? Just a few inches away from the all-time winter snowfall records? What is this crap? I wouldn't really have a problem with is if it would snow on the weekdays instead of Saturday so I could go out and sled and other such winter madness, but, it doesn't. You know, I wish our crazy superintendant would freaking call some more two-hour delays; contrary to the magical dreamworld of Dr. Howard Hull (who, apparently, got his car stuck in a snowbank recently-- MMM IRONY TASTY), the roads outside the Principality of Zionsville town limits are very slow to be plowed, if they get plowed at all, not to mention the fact that countryside in the winter by definition makes drifting snow. And, if I recall crorrectly, most of the land that is the jurisdiction of the school corporation-- that is, the townships of Eagle and Union-- is not, in fact, within the said town limits. Bah. Oh, so, okay, we come into the computer lab during 2nd period today and everything-- yes, everything-- is getting Blah, this whole blocking thing is so stupid-- this is the second day in a row that when Mrs. Berger (SEAMUS' MOM hur hur hur) booted up her COMPUTAR MACHIEN at school it popped up bleeding porn ads. They figured out yesterday that somebody had been on it for about 45 minutes at about 2000 or 2100 or something-- but still-- they're blocking the personal homepage of one Jeremy Parish and not HOT XXX GIRL ON GIRL TEEN SLUTZ LIVE VOYEUR TEEN WEBCAMZ or whatever? I mean, Good Mogs. Individual Post | Comments (0) 22:41 0302.23 WEEKEND UPDATE Hello, I'm WELL WELL WELL I broke the engine I use to update this blog on either Odinstag or Thorstag, but spent most of Friday afternoon and Saturday morning fixing it. Also, I applied decent stylesheets to all the visible pages on the site, so, you know. They're random, just like the first page. I'd like to make it so that they're a little less random, you know, they match the main index, but, uh, I'll work on that in the future. Meh. So, I say to myself "Self? Yeah, so have I heard about this bit about Saddam Hussein admitting to the UN weapons inspector guys back in 1995 about weaponizing aflatoxin-- a chemical that causes liver cancer predominately in children? Oh yeah, I have, BECAUSE I'M TALKING TO MYSELF." I mean, seriously. Anybody going around saying that nobody has any proof that that whacko has no WMD is high on the wacky weed. If anyone saw the beginning of SNL last night, I think all the comments by Christopher Walken as the French Foreign Minister apply to these guys. Speaking of France and SNL: Overvoice [Word superimposed on screen] France-- [FRANCE] Rolling countrysides, Sprawling Vineyards, [Vineyards] Quaint Cafes... [Cafes] France-- [FRANCE] Home to the world's greatest painters, [Painters] Chefs, [Chefs] And Anti-Semites. [Anti-Semites] The French-- Cowardly, yet opinionated, [Cowardly] Arrogant, yet foul-smelling, [Foul-Smelling] Anti-Israel, Anti-American, And of course, as always, jew-hating. [Jew-Hating] Paris-- [PARIS] The City of Whores, [Whores] Dog feces on every corner, [Feces] And effeminate men yelling antisemitic remarks at children. The real creme-de-la-creme of world culture. [A-holes] With all that's going on in the world, Isn't it about time we got back to hating The French? Woo. But seriously. I enjoy the French language. Sure, everything Voltaire ever said about it being inherently logical is a lie, and that one French UN ambassador that wrote the poem in English to emphasize some of the apparently random spellings in our language was looking at the speck while ignoring his language's own plank, but it is descended from Latin. It may be the bastard red-headed daughter of Latin, but it's still family. SAVEZ VOUS? Yeah, so I worked on these blog templates Saturday morning and afternoon. In the evening, the churchies and I were supposed to go over to the Megs's house and do somethingorother, but do to the fact there was MASSIVE X-TREEM SNOW TOURNAMENT EDITION WITH DUAL SHOCK 64! starting at about 1730, that didn't happen. I would have figured they would have cancelled church on Sunday. Most of the chruches of all flovers were. However, the Nazis up at Green Valley didn't, which is why I figure we didn't either. I tell you, those guys would go to church if a third of the planet were on fire, and just say "Oh, look, it's Revalation! GOD IS RAINING FIRE DOWN UPON THE HEATHEN. EVERYBODY BUT US GOES TO HELL." I digress. There were two or three dozen people at church this morning. Oh my goodness, it was so silly. And they had prepallned the service to mainly be signing, with communion way towards the end, unlike usual, and it all worked out quite well with the way the chips fell, especially as we didn't get there until about 9:30. No classes, but everybody hung around for about 30 or 40 minutes anyhow. We theorhetically succeded in another round of everbody's favorite Sunday noontime game of BEAT THE BAPTISTS, but most of them forfeited in the first place, so, whatever. the afternoon was spent sleeping, because, as comrade Kruschev pointed out, "Wow man, you're lazy." Yeah. Furthermore, my parents want me to stop drinking Coke. Bah. Dinner was chunks of beef with a dash of stew and some CORNBREAD. It was kind of dry cornbread, though. Oh well. Two-hour delay tommorow. Individual Post | Comments (0) 22:06 0302.19 Der Schornsteinfeger You know, sometimes I wonder what Latin means to people. I mean, think about it-- what do people actually know of it? I mean, there's little pure bits and pieces of it thrown ad hoc into English, per capita, ipso facto, et cetera. But, like, there's "Latin" in German, stuff I've never seen, like numerus clausus, which is someting to do with collegate admission limitation. But, like, nobody in English would use that, they'd use the anglicized loanword phrase I did to define it. Welcome to Other Languages Odinstags, or Multilingual Mittwoch, or something. I really, really wanted to stay asleep this morning. I mean, I went to sleep at 2230 or 2300 and woke up at 0640 or so, but I really didn't want to have to get up and go to school. Even as I write this on my palm pirate I'd rather be at home, sleeping. School doesn't really preoccupy me anymore, I'm not really sure why. I know for a fact, though, that I hate February. It's a dumb month-- it's too short for any real holidays, the days are short in these Northern Climes, and there's not really anything to do, or to be done, for that matter. I also think the placement of Valentine's Day during this month is exceedingly humorous, as shorter days and lower temperatures by themselves have been proven, at least in Scandinavia, to drive up the depression and suicide rates. I guess that's why the Zoloft commercials are so rampant, hehehehe. After school I putzed around on the intarweb and then went to church. Bah, I'd kind of forgotten about the fact that the course material for this quarter is Creationist science. I think I've talked about this in the past; I don't want to touch upon it again; it's a fun idea and all, but in all reality it has no bearing on anything I care about. Furthermore, judging by yesterday's comment from Nazzy, I really did end up making that whole post about religious whatnots, so I think I'll stop the actual talk about ideology here. El Baile didn't bother showing up, because he's apparently sick or something, which is most unfortunate. Well well well, Zack and Megan and Molly and Yakko and such were there, so no big deal. Eventhough they went to Starbucks or something afterwards, and I didn't because I lacked, you know, THE TRUCK. Bah, and double bah. Just a random thought-- if I were a girl, I'd probably wear the same type of stuff that Molly does, not that anybody ever needed to know that. Why am I even leaving that sentance there? Individual Post | Comments (0) 12:12 0302.18 Presidential Weekend Update You know, I never even really write non-weekend things anymore, so I should probably get more creative with the titles of these things, but whatever. See, the dudes from church and I went on a retreat thing to Craplinburg and did church stuff. This should not be confused with the thing the Presbyterian Church seems to have done over the weekend, called "The Awakening"-- how creative, but more on that later. Yeah, so, like, 8 hour bus ride to Smokey Mountain National Park and Seedy Tourist Trap. Mmmhmmm. The whole religious thing is quite enjoyable, although somewhat difficult to explain to non-Campbellites, because my idea of Christianity seems to differ from the other sects. All I can say though, is Jerome Williams is a true master of the leading of songs. ONE MORE TIME XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD Yeah, so, anyhow. I stayed in a room with El Baile and the Zack, which, unfortunately, was not the venerable Bon Air Lodge chalet, but was, in all reality, a superior room. Did I mention that we are the prince of all pranksters once again? Because, you know, we are. So, like, Mikey gave us our own room and me the spare keys to every other room, and Zack a two-way and the title of pseudochapperone-- it was like he was wanting us to pull something! FUAHAHAHAHA. But it was all unneccessary, because we had the master prank worked out long beforehand. See, it all started out about month ago. The churchies and I were coming into Neuhaus when somehow this idea evolved out of conversation. Now, I can't remember why everybody was over-- it was the evening, but I don't think it was a Friday. I'll have to czech calendars or something, I dunno. I digress. See, this idea formed-- Craplinburg, almost like the Principality of Zionsville, has an inexplicible abundance of certain buisinesses, buisinesses one would think would not be in such abundance due to the free market. However, instead of our bizzarre aggolmeration of Banks, Dry Cleaners, and Antiques shops, Gatlinburg contains exeedingly silly amounts of sword stores, unwholesome food dispenseries, Ripley's Believe It or Not People Pay to See This Crap outlets, and, finally, Wedding Chapels. It is this final category from which the prank spawned. See, I forged up ourselves some marriage licencage for El Baile and Megs, because Mikey seems to think they like each other, or something. It consisted of a PDF of the Hawaii Marriage License Application, of which I modified the state identification (the form lacked the requirement of notarization, which simplified things), and a 2-meg TIFF of a Courier and Ives Marriage Cetrificate litho, circa 1850, courtesy of the Library of Congress website. HE SO BOUGHT IT FOR FOUR HOURS, or whatever it was before it was revealed to the group as a whole (those not in the know also so bought it, stupid middle schoolers) and then shown to be a fake. Furthermore, we set up a 4:30 AM wakeup call for the girls (who had somehow secured from Mike the Chalet against its habitual inhabitance by us of the male persuasion). r0xx0r. So, uh, due to this STORM OF THE CENTURY, we ended up stuck in a little forsaken part of Southeastern Kentucky by the name of Corbin, as opposed to Korben (Dallas), Sunday afternoon into Monday morning, instead of returning to Naptown. Everyone was put into their regularly scheduled rooming assignments; our room was in some ways nicer, and in some ways cruddier-- the beds were those smaller hotel doubles instead of regular doubles, and we lacked a balcony, but the overall quality of the Farfield Inn Mariott subgroup is top notch. My dread of encountering local dialect was assauged when after going to a fine Mr. Gatti's establishment for dinner, I found every worker I encountered to speak perfect North Midland. Oh, and, they had this multi-game motion control system arcade machine with AN ARCADE VERSION OF MECHWARRIOR 4. SO EXCELLENT. It sticks you in what amounts to be a pretty standard-loadout Summoner with some lasers, an autocannon, and some LRM. Not my personal favorite, but it's got the jump jets, and does the job. If anyone runs across one of these, I dare them to score 450,000 points on their first try. Yeah, that's what I thought. FUAHAHAHAHAHA. Apparently, Molly fell asleep at the establishment, probably because dorks like me were wasting their cash on stupid arcade games for upwards of two hours. Poor girl. Oh well, THOSE STEINER SCUM GOT A TASTE OF BURNING DEATH THANKS TO THIS ACE MECH PILOT, so it's all good in the parenthood. After we got back to our room, Mikey came by to tell us all that we had committed the absolute best prank EVAR. I was quite pleased. The phonebook the room was equipped with was even smaller than that of the Mentone-Burket-Palestine-Etna Green zone in which my grandparents live, and had about half a page full of people with some bizzare last name that started with 'M'. Also, the Mormons decided to drop off their crazy crap in addition to the Gift of the Giddeons in the nightstand drawer. HAHE ROBBLE ROBBLE 8D Didn't do much of anything that night, and the bus ride home was exceedingly boring. We watched, uh, Big Fat Greek Wedding, Remember the Titans, and Newsies on the way back, in addition to Count of Monte Cristo and The Rookie on the way down there. I can't think of anything eventful to say about this bus ride back, so I won't. I think some of the girls were keeping a journal of stuff that happened on the trip for the benefit of those qho couldn't go; I'd like to get a copy of said document and put it up on the site, if they'll permit such a thing. Speaking of putting stuff on the site, I freaking misplaced my photocds with the pictures from birthdayage, but I promise I'll get them up on here someday. UGH! Yeah, had some of the people over Monday evening as El Baile wanted to watch the Finale of Joe Millionaire or whatever. Now I knwo why I don't watch this reality tv garbage. Apprently, Molly didn't come because she had initially had plans with some other friends, which she tried to creatively disperse; however, these folks are apparently ex-gestapo so, you know. Eyeroll. Oh, yeah, apparently some of the churches in town do some sort of Jesus-related event this weekend, too. It's appearently a lot more of a song and dance, but that's something I'd expect from hatted Protestants. I also heard via second hand sources that certain persons we being all condescending to persons who did not go, saying things like "ooh, you don't know yourself, because, like, I thought I knew myself, but I didn't until this weekend" and all this kind of PhilosoBS. Sorry to get preachy here, but, this is my personal website, after all, and if there's any place in which I'm entitled to be preachy, it's here, dangit. Now, if you ask me, it's blatantly against the principles of written Christianity -- that is, the instructions given in the New Testament -- to do all this high-and-mighty you suck schtick. However, it seems to come up time and time again throughout the history of the practiced religion. Why cannot people just read the dang book and at least give an attempt to do as they are told? There's nothing in there about slaughtering the Infidel, or some sort of organized church structure with major political power and the ability to dictate doctrine, or belittling somebody because they didn't go on some stupid retreat, or even wearing freaking hats, for that matter. It's about being nice to people, helping those in need, serving, being fair, and spreading the idea of doing such. Certainly, there's more to the religion than that, but that's the outward interaction of it; communion and repentance and baptism and all that are inward aspects that have little immediately to do with behavior towards one's fellow man. I get the feeling sometimes that maybe I'm missing something, since it seems far more important to most other people even within my dorky little flavor of the thing to debate choirs or women preachers or whatever. I think that silly ol' Rodney King fellow really had something when he asked 'can't we all just... get along?' Zaat's eet foah toodaaay. Individual Post | Comments (2) 22:12 0302.2 GENERIC UPDATE Wow, it's been far, far too long since I updated. Yeah, so I'm adding sections to this hizzy, because I feel like it. Mainly brief descriptions of recurring stuffs, and silly stuff and whatnot. I'm starting with the famous handspring visor quotebook of the great Lalo as well as some of the profiles of the proletariat. I'm not sure on the final format of these things just a text kludge for now, but hey, that's what this blog started as, you know! Maybe you, the viewer, will like the idea; I do, and in the spirit of Jeremy Parish, everthing else can go hang. Individual Post | Comments (2) |