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Back Home Again in Indiana and it seems that I can seeYeah, anyway. Well, before I go on, I'd like to point out the fact that this song, although more recognizable (due primarily to Gomer Pyle singing it every year at the Race) than official State Song, On the Banks of the Wabash isn't the official State Song, although it has almost exactly the same lyrics. (Seriously. Wabash lyrics versus Indiana lyrics (bottom of page).) Oh yeah, and the tunes are similar too. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. Anyhow, only had one class on Thursday, French, and it was most excellent. Tooled around for a few hours and then left with Dusty and Megs for Memphis, The airport was okay. Northwest had its queue lines for domestic flights all messed up, and there were a bunch of people standing in places that looked like the line but weren't actually in line at all, so I probably wasted a good fifteen minutes there. By the time I finally got past the TSA's merry band of fun-loving rapscallions, it was 1830CST, I was standing at Gate B1. My flight left at 1840 from Gate B30. I ran. It was fun dodging through all those short people, as it's easy to move through a crowd when one can see over everyone's heads. Flight was decent. Didn't get First Class (or exit row, WTF Northwest?) but I was able to score a window seat in a row with no middle occupant, so I was fine. Very minor turbulence (like, two drops a few minutes apart, and that's it), but I'm going to blame that on the fact the flight was on an Airbus 319/320 and Pirate Error. Long taxi to the gate at the Nap. I'll be glad when the put in that new terminal on the other side of the airport, it'll make the final stage of this flight shorter. Got back home, had some freaking SPAGHETTI. And good stuff, too, with sauce that isn't particularly Americanized. Such a tasty. Sat down on the couch, flipped on the DSS, come across the Cosby Show (filmed 1984; the clothes were almost normal, too) on Nick at Nite. As this just so happens to be, unsuprisngly, a John Mayer lyric, I called Dusty up just so he knew this and that also I made it home safely, and put in a few words with Urn, too. Messed around for a little while, saw which coats I still have here, and went to my room. Took some pictures of it before I turned down the bedsheets. And that's about it. Addendum: Nazzy, it looks like your final comment on the previous blogpost was cut short or something. Just wanting to let you know; I'd like to know what you had to say about the pictures. Individual Post | Comments (6) 00:26 0402.21 Ben's Coding; if you need him, call x8798 Or so reads my whiteboard on my door. What's a Spanish / International Studies major doing coding? And what's with the phone bit? Well, the latter can be easily explicated by copious amounts of externality deprivation via loud music, but the first's more complicated. I was working on adding some new functionality to GIOS, my Litestep theme (if you have no idea what this means, too bad), when I was talking to someone else and not paying attention to what my hands were doing to the keyboard. Now, embedded somehwere in seemingly endless lines of code for GIOS V0 Build 3.1 Alpha2 is a random keystroke. And that random keystroke must be in a critical place, or something, because it now makes the entire thing unloadable. Oh well, I'm using this as an excuse to upgrade to the new version of Litestep, 0.24.7RC1, and the new OTS2 theme standard. So, looks like this weekend will be me sitting in front of my computer, figuring out how OT2 is supposed to be written and kludging together GIOS V0 Build 4.0. Blaugh. Oh, also, the lower elemetary students over at the Academy presented their spring play or whatever for us in the stead of chapel today. Texas/coboy theme. Being from Texas (ho!), I must say that it was a work of absolute beauty. XD XD XD XD Snippet of a song they sang (on Pecos Bill): Once a band of rustlers stole a herd of cattle, Individual Post | Comments (7) 02:19 0402.17 May Contain Traces of Shrimp Hmm, not much to say, except I guess I didn't actually get a C in Spanish 303 after all! Wierd. Today was the same-old same-old, so insert a bunch of junk about hanging out in Dusty's room and classes and something about John Mayer. Oh, also, I had a fake conversation with Luke Snodgrass on the way from class about the "Crappiest St. Patrick's Day Ever", and I had at least one kid going that I was serious. Hahahahahaha. Individual Post | Comments (5) 03:01 0402.16 EL DICCIONARIO BILINGÜE MÁS VENDIDO EN EEUU Dude, Samstag was so seriously the worst St. Patrick's Day I have ever experienced. I mean, I was wearing khaki and blue and didn't even get pinched, eventhough I hate that. And, of course, my sugary cereal of choice is Cap'n Crunch's Crunchberries, so I didn't even get a chance to break that morning's fast with a Magically Delicious holiday meal. Anyhow, the concert was quality. Hung out and did stuff I can't remember too well for a while, and then went back to the dorm, hung out with Dusty &c. for a bit -- we watched an interesting movie called Kingpin, which featured some Amish stuff. Went to sleep after that. Oddly enough, I have the vague reccolection of having a bunch of dreams about the Amish. Woke up, got dressed, and walked to church, since I'm not proficient at full-windsor knots and the collar I had on dictated the use thereof and blah blah so I was slacking around and ended up five or ten minutes behind schedule. Church was decent. Hit up the Pizza Hut buffet with Dusty and Zach. For some reason, Pepsi tastes really good with that spongiform Pizza Hut crust. Studied for this blasted Spanish test for a while, and then made it to Staples with Lance and Ivan five minutes before it closed. Got Ink Cartrigdes, some photo paper, and a few posterboards. Made some photocollages for my wall, since it was kind of boring looking. Oh, and also, I guess I did it since today was like 'Open House' or something for the dorm. Megan came over for a while and we all watched the "Gumbel-2-Gumbel" episode of Family Guy. Bryant: Purse-snatching: society's fault or one man's cry for help?Yeah. poked aorund for a bit, Aaron and I ordered some Pizza Pro: large, thin crust, sausage and mushrooms, eventhough Pizza Pro's sausage is exceedingly amateuristic. Hung out for a few more hours, took a bunch of pictures of my room that I'll upload when I'm home. On that note, if you'll be in the greater Zionsville area Friday, February 27th to Sunday, Febuary 29th and would like to be part of the It's All About the Benjamins Studio Audience just send a self-addressed, timestamped comment to the hyperlink below. Individual Post | Comments (2) 19:44 0402.14 I'm sure there's a relevant Mayer lyric for this situation Lazy, overcast, sleeted Saturday. Woke up three times this morning: first, when the room next door starting bumping their subs at 7:21 am for who knows what reason. Woke up again at 1025 or so, decided that was too early, and finally got out of bed at 1241. I started straightening things out in my room until threeish, and hung out with Urn for a little while, and abused the helium canister he purchased to sing the falsetto on that blasted "I Believe In a Thing Called Love" song by the Darkness. It was exceedingly funny. I grabbed some lunch from Chick-fil-a and walked back to my room, ready to listen to Led Zepplin, but when I put it on, I just wasn't feeling it. There's something about this kind of weather that makes that blasted John Mayer kid's music even more appealing than usual. Anyhow, I sorted some more clothes for a while and then checked Dusty at 17-something to see when the concert he invited me to was happening, and listened to him poke around on his Fender, which was fun. Came back to my room, and cracked out the CDs I bought at Hastings yesterday: Kris Kross's magnum opus, Totally Krossed Out and Jay-Z's 1999 mini-album Jigga my N**** (asterisks his) for $4.99 and $1.99, respectively. The Jay-Z CD was quite scratched up, but thank's to Easy CD-DA Extractor 6's Reread and Repair mode, every track transferred without any 'remixes', if you know what I mean. Mmm, Kris Kross. I'm going to break my rule of hating lyrics posted in blogs and put in some choice lines from "Jump", since I can't think of a way to include them in conversation like I might with something by Murphy Lee or Ludacris. You should know, you should know that, uhThat concert's at seven, so I need to czech the weather again and then get ready to go. Today's one of those blasted Catholic Patron Saint Celebration cum Moneymaker for Hallmark, isn't it? Hmm, too bad. The Friendly Tavern back home makes really good corned beef and cabbage and dyes their beer green on St. Patrick's Day. I always thought it was more associated with green and Ireland and Lucky Charms than all this red and pink and hearts motif I'm seeing everywhere, though. Oh well. Individual Post | Comments (4) 11:49 0402.12 WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT (REMIX FEAT. MURPHY LEE) Yeah, yesterday was fun. I couldn't drag myself out of bed until ten AM, so I guess I skipped chapel and French, or something. Went to my other classes, of course-- got a 91% on my ANE/Egypt test in Hist 110, and we also started on the ancient Greeks and stuff. Bible was interesting-- we finally got out of chapter four! Skipped Enoch and that stuff, started the Flood bit. Now just like 35 chapters to go before Joseph and such. I think we have a passage quiz in there tomorrow, so I'd better go do some rote memorization here in a bit. Spanish was more presentations. But it was the last day, so that's good, or something. Something new next time, at least. Reformatted Urn's harddrive in the afternoon, since it appeared that the continual crashing of his machine (caused, obviously, by him trying to make it do more things at once than it could) and ensuing power-cord removals led to, dun, dun, dun, the FAT becoming corrupted and the computer losing the ability to boot from the hard drive properly. I'm sure I'll have to do it again in the future. Went to dinner and had a choice of slop, vaguely Italian slop, or crummy pizza. I chose vaguely Italian slop and put a bunch of salt and pepper (mainly pepper) and some 'parmesean' cheese on it. It wasn't entirely atrocious. Installed some drivers on Aaron's computer so that it would work, and then went to my 8:20 class, which was okay. Came back to Also, I coined a little nelogism with New Latin and a little help from Spanish and Anglicizationism. Pagate (PA-gayt in Lamb Standard Rendering), meaning to pay. From Latin pacare, to appease, via Sp. pagar, to pay. I don't have to go to French today, because M Robert's family is sick and he called off class. Still have to go to BOLD, though, here in a few minutes. However, when I got back from chapel and picking up an RA app, I noticed my phone telling my I had a voicemail, so I czeched it. Transcript follows. This is a mesage for Justin... Dell [Delk, Delp, Bell]. Return a call to Mr. Acker. My phone is is [317?-]205-9770. Should you not reach me by 5, leave a message in my voicemail.Hmm. Now, I could understand with the original vmail greeting I had on this phone over a year ago, how somebody could dial the wrong number and have no idea they were leaving a message on my phone. That greeting went something like "Hi. Leave me a message after the beep. ... Beep. ... No, after the real one." But my current one is: This is Benjamin Hunter Lamb, at [you know my name, look up the number], I'm currently unable to take your call at this juncture. If you would, please leave your name ... and, uh ... message. I'll get back to you as soon as possible, or as soon as I feel like it, whichever comes first. Thank you and good-bye.How dumb can you be? Not only do I say my name but also the phone number, with the area code and everything. I don't know much about this Mr. Acker, but I know now that he's a total MORON. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. Seriously. Individual Post | Comments (2) 20:40 0402.10 PANTACULAR FUNSTRAVAGANZA So, yeah, I'm going to hold off on that title idea. Whatev. But today was TEH AWESOEMEST DAY EVAR. Yeah. Now, see, after I wrote the last blog entry, I continued to piddle around on the Internet, like I normally do. This 'Net-piddling tends to end when Ivan announces to eveyrbody that he's so stinking tired and is going to go to bed, man, a thought to which I normally concur. However, this never happened, and I didn't realize until 3 AM that Ivan wasn't just over in Lance's room playing XBox for a few minutes after midnight, but rather that he was somewhere else entirely studying for a test until 4:30. So I went to sleep, and woke up early to the sound of my Beatles poster falling off the closet door. Normally, getting this little sleep, waking up early, and my stuff getting janked would piss me off. But it sure didn't. Shoot, even my closet light is shot, and I had to use my torch to find some matching clothes. But I didn't mind, for whatever reason. I don't remember chapel, but, honestly, I don't really care. What I do remember, though, is that everyone was exceedingly silly in French. It was hillarious. I have no idea why. Hung out with Dusty and Urn for a few minutes after that, and then went to BOLD, which went well as well also too. Right after that, I went to Chik-fil-a and got a totally fresh chickenburger AND waffle fries fresh out the basket. Like that ever happens! (Wow, I'm so lame.) And I went off to sit, and all of a sudden Megan's roommate walsk by and we talk for a few minutes or whatever, which was fun, since normally I eat lunch alone. She apparently likes my suede jacket a lot. After that, I went back to my room, and, after about five minutes, all the rest of the people cleared out of the suite so I was able to blast music while reading the text for Hopper! for a solid two hours. That was most excellent. Speaking of Hopper! and most excellent, uh, yeah, that was deinfately waht the class was. We went off on a bunch fo totally spontaneous random tangents that all tied into each other, and after the four-thirty break, Doc Elrod just pops in and has like, this five or ten minute conversation with Hopper! on various things from Hopper! breaking his office window with a rock, the fact that Elrod was in the Navy and Hopper! wasn't, and the origins of the peace sign. Absolutely beautiful. The rest of class was fun, too. We never got to the stuff we actually read over for this week (only the stuff for the last time which we never got a chance to cover, being that we were listening to the Opera dude and all. Did I ever write about that? If I didn't, leave a comment and I will. That was awesome.), so I asked Hopper! about it after class, and somehow we ended up on the fact that Hopper! did really break Elrod's office window with a rock, and how the random BB holes in the Armstrong windows are filled with clear silicone caulking, and how I know Elrod from previous classage and now next week I'm going to give him a note from Hopper! and some caulk for window repair. Fuahahaha. Talk about awesome. Dinner was enjoyable. I don't really remember what happened, but the Megs appeared to be all up ons Dusty for whatever reason; I got to the table a good time after them somehow, eventhough I was definately in the door before they were, sicne I saw them all behind me. But anyway, said situation always makes for even more silliness, so I have no significant problems there, eh. Speaking of the old Grimey Underpants, he rocked the guitar on a couple of songs at the Muticultural Student Action Comittee's Open Mic Night, which mainly consisted of brothers singing that pre-soul-style vocal black music, as well as some poetry readings. That was pretty cool over all. After that commenced the standard outhangage at Chez Dusty, replete with pizza and Zach being wacky. But good wacky, thank goodness. And that's about it. Individual Post | Comments (5) New Two-color Design for Easy Reference Today was most excellent, yeah. Got some fruit in the mail thanks to the Units and those friendly folks at Harry and David of Medford, Oregon (since 1934). Pears, apples, oranges. Such a tasty, and also so totally not caf food (which lacks fruit, anyhow). Although, is there any particular reason why they wrap one of the fruits in each box with tissue paper and not all of them (or none of them, for that matter)? I've never understood this. Whatev, eh? Well, today was pretty fun. Re-learned (or, as Frau would put it, re-learnt) the rules for the intransitive composite past in French today: 괲e + participe pass鬠DRMRSVANDERTRAMP and that lot. Got an A in there (92,5 with M Robert's eurodecimal) on the last test-- looks like I'm on a good tsart for not having to take the final in there this semester. Took a test in Hist 110 today. Ancient Near East: Sumer, Akkad, Babylon, Egypt, and Medo-Persia. Come on. I learn about this stuff for fun. Finished the 100 question test in about 15 or 20 minutes or so. HAHE ROBBLE ROBBLE 8D. Mr. Luke SNODGRASS! later agreed with me on the general ease of the test, so I shouldn't be too "d00d |'m L337" about the whole thing. Got back my test in Bible today. Eh. Good thing he makes this one worth a lot less than his others. Lecture is still over Genesis 1-4 in there, eventhough we just took a quiz over Exodus. We better not skip over Jacob and his kids and stuff, that's my favorite part until like, Ezra and Nehemiah and the Medo-Persians and whatnot. Well, I guess Elijah is in Kings, right? Yeah, so that's my next favorite part. 1 Ki 18:20ff, vavy. Speaking of random and fun Bible verses, I ran across Gen 42:27 KJV the other day, which is quite fun. The Lamb Standard Quasiparaphrasal Version (LSQV) renders this as 25 So Joseph commanded their baggage be filled with grain, and to put back every man's money into his baggage, and for food to be given them for their journey, which was done. 26 They lifted the grain onto their donkeys and walked off. 27 One of them opened his baggage to give food to his donkey while encamped, and he saw his money. So yeah, there it was, at the top of his baggage. 28 He said to his brothers, "My money has been put back, look in my sack!" They were faint of heart. They were terrified, saying to one another, "What is this that God has done to us?"However, KJV is 25 Then Joseph commanded to fill their sacks with corn, and to restore every man's money into his sack, and to give them provision for the way: and thus he did unto them.Giving one's ass provender also pops up in chapter forty-three. As soon as I saw this, I immediately knew that the verb-phrase "to give one's ass provender" is the newest piece of neuflang, but I'm not sure as of yet what it means. Spanish was more presentations. Dusty's MOM came in during the afternoon, so the standard outhangage in Dusty's room was sillier than usual. I went to sleep instead of going to dinner. Woke up, went to the basketball game with Dusty, Mrs. Hanes, Megan, and Zach, whole left at half-time. The Bisons blew a 25-point lead to lose 76 to 74. Come on. Uh, I can't think of a way to end this paragraph, so I'll say that Dusty and I had too much fun belittling the other team's thrice-airballing point guard, or Megan's hair looked nice, or something. Yeah, I'll just end with 'or something'. Or something. Came back home after the game, started watching Barbershop with Dusty, got a pizza. Peperoni, mushroom, and extra cheese, since Pizza Pro's sausage sucks. SNAUSAGES. Fuahaha. Now, I say started watching Babershop with Dusty, because about halfway through the movie, Megan called. I mean, as funny as it is to listen to one half of a phone conversation, especially if that one half involves the personage of one Dusty Hanes, I have better things to do than stare at a freeze-frame of Cedric the Entertainer talking about how Rosa Parks didn't do anything of particular importance, so I was off and up out and stuff. Then I came in my room and started writing this. I've decided that the next blog entry title will be "I'm sure there is a relevent Mayer lyric for this situation", because there always is. Or at least, I'm going to prentend like things are that way. Individual Post | Comments (2) 01:20 0402.6 NOW WORLD IS MINE Just bought the whole of the comedic masterpiece entitled The Critic on DVD today. Just thought everybody would like to know. Individual Post | Comments (4) 00:59 0402.1 Samstagular As you probably know, I'm a big fan of Engrish, and Japanese culture in general. It should come as no suprise -- to me, at least -- that in a conversation consisting completely of Engrish-like randomness between a longtime internet friend and myself, a totally wacky thing was uttered. A thing so wacky, that it required an hour or two in Jasc Paint Shop Pro 7.02 to do it justice. That phrase is Space Potato Number 27. I figure as we're a month in to 2004, I should post some movie picks for the year, which I can go on to review at a later date, to see what the heck I was thinking. And now, thanks to the magic of apple.com/trailers and quicktime I can form wildy inaccurate conclusions based on a minute of audiovisual data. Movies are rated on the Lamb Movie Rating Scale (LMRS). Highest to Lowest: VERITABLE CINEMATIC EXPLOSION -> MOST EXCELLENT -> HOORJ -> YES -> SCORE -> GOOD -> DECENT -> OKAY -> EH -> BLAH -> OH WELLS -> NO -> SPASTIC COLON -> MOST PESSIMAL -> MOMMY MAKE IT STOP
It may just be the fact that original ideas don't get a lot of early promotion, but I'd like the reader to notice that every movie on here is a) a direct sequel b) a remake c) a movie version of a property lucrative in another medium d) based on a fable or story or historical event or some combination thereof. I guess the movie industry has finally run out of crappy ideas and is now intent of cannibalizing the whole of Western Civilzation to produce new products. Also, Dusty got really sick this week and went home on Friday. I hope he gets well and returns soon. In the meantime, inbetween time, On Friday, though, I hung out with Aaron and Lieutennant Dan Vath all afternoon and into the evening, wall-marting and dining and playing games with their assorted friends in the Sears lobby. It was mighty fun. Much more fun than my random sitting in front of this computer all day for Saturday, although making that Space Potato image was fun. That briings me around full-circle, I think, so that's it for the bloggage for tonight. Individual Post | Comments (11) |
