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WEEKEND UPDATE Arkansas AKA 'WEEKEND UPDATE are-Kansas' So, uh, yeah. Well, I guess this whole weekend wasn't spent in lovely So, Friday evening was spent going to the Pacers vs Magic game with all the German exchange students. I guess I haven't actually written anything about them, have I eh? No, I haven't. Well guess what, I'm on His Lukeness' laptop right now and don't feel like bothering with it. Anyhow, they all said they had a very good time, but we were in Nosebleeds and the stupid Pacers can't play a solid quarter, so, uh whatever. Frau was scared to death of one of the requisite nosebleed hecklers, fuahahaha. Crazy Neu Zeelanter. So, uh, Saturday morning we all went to watch Midwest Turf Association play la crosse or something, which was vaguely enjoyable. Annette seemed to have fun, but she also seemed to get sunburned, blah. That evening the old guy and I flew Northwest to Memphis. Both airports were nearly completely deserted, security seemed quicker than it did before the recent Unpleasentness, and the flight was quick-- much quicker than the nine hours or whatever the drive would be. Memphis, Tennessee. This town is the Mac Shizzle, my Nizzle. Seriously, it is off the Hizzle fo' rizzle. And, enough with the Snoopisms. But, anyhow, yeah, for those of you that don't know, Memphis International is one of the primary Northwest Airlines hubs, and, therefore, every sign in terminals A and B are in English and Japanese. In Tennessee. But most of it is the loan-word phonetic alphabet, so something might say TERMINAL A or GATE A1-A26 in English and then "TE - MI NA RU [A]" or "GA - TU [A1-A26]" below in Japanese. I'm not sure what's up with the dashes, but I'm pretty darn sure those don't have any phonetic value in Japanese... katakana, or whatever. Speaking of Asia, on the shuttle to the Hertz rentabuick joint there was this little girl, about 4 or 5 or 8 (I don't know kids; I've never been a good average reference point in my life XD) with an American father and an East-asian mother who looked almost exactly like the child in that Monsters INC movie, excepting the fact that she wasn't, you know, computer animated. Just thought I'd share that. So, Hertz gave us this Buick Century. Aside from the instant turn-offs of the recent Buick Century being the ?humpmobile, and that it only had a V6 and seats made out of that weird GM carseat velour material, it was a quite enjoyable ride. Its acceleration was poochy, and the suspension would be perfect if one was 85, but it could consistently drive at speed and was quite fuel efficient. Not that it we tested it with particularly challenging terrain-- this Arkansas place is almost as flat as Flatland, and unlike here, it doesn't appear to have a significant freeze-thaw-freeze cycle, so the roads were smooth. I mean, it's nuts-- these two-lane Federal Highways down there are like the forking Autobahn. And the roads had passing lanes every few miles, which was just too perfect. No, wait, I'll tell you what's too perfect. Driving down an emty road in Nowheresville with an FM band full of music-- good music-- like, 40 minutes of uninterrupted Led Zepplin and stations playing album-length Beatles music. I don't know how I can emphasize this enough. I've mentioned it to people at school, and they say, "yeah, so you just go buy CDs, big deal." But, dude. CDs cost money. We're talking about getting more Rock stations in Nowheresville than we have Smooth Jazz / 'Lite' whatever. Yes folks. Absolutely zero Avril Lavigne. None of that 'R and B' crap trying to pass itself off as 'hip hop'. No obnoxious commercials-- well, except for a certain commercial that is in theory the ultimate in irritation but in reality was simply hillarious. ...The Nitrous-burning ALL WEEL DRIVE CAR CRUSHINGMuahahahahahaha. So we stayed in a hotel room that was part of the Oh, right, So, Montagmorgen I woke up, got out of bed, aped Paul McCartney lyrics. Met up with the infamous Admission guy, who has impeccible timing to call me at home while I'm sleeping. He's a nice guy, and I toured the campus officially, went to chapel and met the Honors Department head, etc. Speaking of the Honors Head, he's like, you know, Mr. Bloede, except on, uh, copious ammound of Caffeine. FUAHAHAHA. I should so go to this college. In regards to going to the college, I had my scholarship interview at 1400 that day; I hope it went well. I really do. I have no prior experience with interviews of any sort, and I'm normally incredibly hypercritical of myself directly after a major societal transaction, so I can't honestly say how well I did or didn't. We drove around the town after that, it's quite nice, and reminds me of a wierd blend of Texas and what Mentone would be like if it weren't dying and if it were located in this crazy Arkansas land. A nice drive back to Memphis followed-- another interesting radio note-- three full-length Beatles' songs, as well as a McCartney tune within a period of 35 minutes. Okay, is the reader now comprehending the utter awesomeness of radio in this area? I mean, this is forking insane, and I cannot stress it enough. We sat around entirely too long at MEM (we probably could have stayed longer in Ci-- Searcy and visited some of the other people down there that I know). We had some good barbeque at the aptly named "Intersate BBQ" inside the terminal, so, uh, that was a nice way to make up for it. Northwest Airbussed our fool selves back home-- those planes suck in comparison even to the DC-9, not to mention the vastly superior Boeing jets. We circled Indianapolis twice, landed, taxied all the way around the tarmac as we landed on a NE-SW airstrip and the terminals are located at the NE corner of the airport land. Further, we sat in the plane a few yards from the Gate for about 20 minutes, probably because it wasn't ready, or something dumb like that. Did I mention that our bag was the last one off the conveyor? So much for getting to an airport early. I went to sleep at about 1; all in all, it was a fun trip. Now comment, dangit. Individual Post | Comments (2) 12:05 0304.9 Politics as Usual You know, maybe it's just because I live in Flatland, but I'm just plain perplexed by the viewpoints of certain people about this war thing. Yeah, I know, I know, it's a little late in the game to bring this up, blah blah it's been going on for a fortnight blah blah, but, you know, this is my freaking website and I'll be as slow as I want with timely matters, EECGH. So, uh, anyway, this is what made me bring this up, the seventh comment on the comment page for CAR comic number 133: If you think of it that way, he's the reason a lot of people support the war... because he does also. "Why do you support the war on Iraq?" "Oh because I listen to Howard Stern. He's really smart and educated on these issues, you know." Posted by JeffreyAtW at April 9, 2003 09:20 AMOkay. I mean, I can understand that there were legitimate reasons why people thought and/or still think this war is a bad idea-- for example, that it will incense violence in the Middle East to an even larger scale than it previously was, that a post-Saddam regime will fall apart due to warring ethnic factions and end up in an even more disgruntled and oppressive regime in a manner that mimics Afghanistan in the 1990s, that Western political friendship is more important than Middle Eastern political stability, and I'll even give credit to the "well, maybe this time the inspectors could have gotten a bit more done" line. But some of these arguments, like "wow, only idiots support this war", "this is all some sort of massive campaign for oil", "war is always bad", etc., are ludicrious. (As opposed to Ludicris-- JD in the Rolls/And Ludi's in the Cutt' Supreme... etc.) I mean, once again, maybe this is because I don't live in the magical state of California, where the streets are paved with Individual Post | Comments (0) 23:41 0304.6 SPRING BREAK UPDATE Well, Spring Break's over, but that doesn't mean I can't So, Friday, 31 April, a good chunk of the schoolies decide to meet at RITTAR'S FROZEN CUSTARRRRD at 1900. Why? Oh, well, see, apparently there's this level 99 Dungeons and Dragons Dork (Here, take this +1 Chocolate Sundae of Enlightenment!) that works there. So, some of the more artistic in our numbers decide to make a video, about Ninja Man, but also talk to the guy and get him saying wacky crap. So, Popeshirt dresses up in a ninja costume, and they go there and ask him if one of those magic user types (necromancer? I can't remember which word they used) can ressurect a dead character. "No, man, you'd have to be, like, a DEMIGOD or something." Well, uh, it was funny on tape. And then we went to blockbuster to film Ninja Man directing people to the proper video rentals. And then we went to the house of the Popeshirt himself, China's Best (said hey to Chun Fu and got the only item on the menu that I could buy with a dollar and some pennies-- Egg Drop Soup) and then to my place, to transfer the raw data to my box to edit. Which,a fter we spent two hours, realized that it didn't work. So, uh, we just put it directly opn a cassette. I'm gonna see if I can get that and edit it still, and throw it up here, because the ninjaman stuff is quite hillarious. I did a whole bunch of nothing from Saturday morning to the next Saturday night. I stayed in my room, mostly, and worked on this &^#^*$%^*( website, basically. 'Turf' as it were, had Jamie over here most of the time, so I knd of wanted to not, you know, be around, since, eventhough he's a middleschooler, he knows all these High School people, and I just really don't like that, for some reason. It's kind of distressing, really, if that's the word for it. I really don't want to know anything more about people then I don't already know myself, you know. I played Settlers of Catan with the Neglegent Brothers, per usual, on Tuesday. Which was fun. Jon Burke won, suprise suprise. Not a big fan of that Mark Goldman fellow, he gets quite unsportsmanlike very quickly. The Old Man might consider inviting somebody else to get the required six people next time. Sunday was also quite boring. Sound quality at church was laughable, but class was much better as usual, probably because I was much more alert, and there were actually people there. Went to the mall for lunch with the Churchies-- but El Baile and I left after we ate, because, uh, each of us had homework to do. Also, I don't think either one of us is much of a fan of shopping, tee hee. I do feel a bit sorry for leaving Andrew there by himself at a mall of all places with a bunch of girls, but he, of anybody, could handle it. Slept all afternoon. Went to Shake and Steak with the fam for dinner. Service was quicker than usual, and there were a bunch of people there, as well, which is, uh, double unexpected. Oh wells. But, you know, who would want to go to some beach in Petersburg or Miami, anyhow? Sit on a bunch of dirty powerdered exoskeletons and river effluent, beathing in that, hot, sticky, salt-filled air while actively trying to instigate your body's anti-cancer defenses? Seriously, I don't see people saying "Let's go vacation in Chernobyl! I look better when my skin glows in the dark!"... very often, at least. 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