The file was not found on your file system. This means that it has either not been created or the path you have specified in $trrandom_file is incorrect.
|
01:45 0501.28
Mad Did my laundry today, along with some other assorted people. I wish I would remember to take pictures anymore, or to upload the half-a-year's-worth that I have sitting on my computer. I feel like I don't really use this site for anything else besides complaining anymore. Time for some funny excerpts of page 14 (most recent) of The Quotebook! Someday I'm actually going to put this whole thing on the Web. Quotes (pt. 14) [Two black girls in novelty jumbo sombreros walk by] --Hey, happy Kwaanza! Chris Kirk [...] He was trying to play footsie with me under the table. --Of course he was. He's Brett Keller. Cara, Ben [...] Everything isn't always about you, Dan. --Yes it is. --What? Megs, Ben, Dan [...] Can you imagine the benefits of the International Date Line? Nazz [...] Hungry all the time ... Why.. Am I? --Turning into Shatner, there? "hungry-- all the-- time-- why-- am-- I?" Well, more like Shatner and Yoda. Dusty, Ben ...you could end up being Nixon. Elrod The Internet is ythe worst place to get good information. It's like the bathrooom wall at a gas station. ... I mean, your sister could be a good time, but you never know! Elrod Jews aren't funny. --No, but Hebrews are. --Hah. Hebrew-- it's the new Jew. --Well, it's the old Jew, actually. Ewan, Ben 2x Boo? What're ya booing me for? I'm not a show. Ewan I'm not a girl DJ. You can't just call in requests. Fralik [...] It would mix all the fun of football with the excitement of Vietnam! Fralik on unmown football fields You're the perfect Greek scholar... You tell a story and fill in the holes with whatever seems to fit. --Actually, that's sort of how it works. Fralik, Caleb Therefore, in pizza, the end does justify the means. Aaron Oh you have one of those kinds [wind-up watch]. --Yeah, it's a soviet tank commander komradirskiye watch. It's pretty cool, except, like, I can't reallly wear it to the airport. --Or ASI meetings, for that matter. Stockstill, Ben, Stockstill That kid sort of looks like Luke Snodgrass... And therefore John Mayer. Megs [...] Yeah, they couldn't find an Afghani flag. Maybe they could put up an afghan! My grandmother has plenty of those. Elrod If I was a mouse, I would live in here. Molly Brooke on the East Laundromat Individual Post | Comments (12) | TrackBack (0) 11:29 0501.26 English Fun I think I've made it clear over the years that I like English just fine the way it is, and that I think that people who says it sucks for whatever reason (or, better yet, that everybody in England spoke French until, like, 1750 or something otherwisely absurd) are a bunch of morons who coulnd't diagram their way out of an intransitive verb phrase. But, today, I saw a great, wonderful poem, and thought I'd ship it off for fun and stuffs: Imagine the heartaches / Of diplomatic attaches / When the wind detaches / Their false moustaches. In the words of Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog: AW YAIS. Individual Post | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0) 01:21 0501.25 Office Solutions Yeah, I geuss I never followed up on the last bloggo. Oh wells. I decided to wear a tie every day this week. You know, because I can. But I'm definately not tucking in my shirts. You know, because I don't have to. But I won't be wearing shorts. You know, because ResLife is a bunch of fascists. I've been feeling a lot more ephemeral these days. Transient, you know. Maybe the right word is 'moody', but that has other connotations that I don't think fit correctly. Because I definately don't feel like an adolescent girl. Yuck. Anyhow. I just kind of bounce sort of aimlessly from one thing to the next, which is good in a way, but also bad, because then there's no emotional threshold between awesome and bored. I may be slowling losing my mind. Maybe it's the weather, or maybe it's the San Pellegrino. I doubt it's the latter, and I like blaming Arkansiasia anyhow. I watched this movie Mean Girls the other day; you may have heard of it. I'm withholding any sort of LMRS score for it, because I just wanted to tell the anecdote from the beginning of the movie, where the main character is describing how wierd most home-schooled children are. One of the short little scenes is of three or five preadolescent hayseed boys, wearing bib-overalls and straw hats and sitting on hay bails. The one in the center spurts out, in a thick hayseed swagger: "And on the third day God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so man could shoot the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals. Amen." Sometimes, I feel as if I'm surrounded by the idiotic mentality that little scene is parodying. God and faith and the ressurection and salvation and all that don't have anything to do with the combination of bad modernistic thought paradigms and even worse scientistic-ey pseudoscientific hogwash, resulting in, like stickers in biology books and 'young-Earth Intelligent Design Creationism blah blah blah buzzword'. And people that say they do are wrong. Really, horribly, terribly, stupidly wrong. In fact, I think that the modernist paradigm is most often completely antithetical to faith in general, and, honestly, Christianity specifically-- the fact that certain idiots like to hijack it to try and 'prove them scientists wrong' (or whatever) just makes everyone, including me, look like and idiot, and I really don't freaking appreciate it. But, then, suddenly, I once again realize that I am, at the very same time, surrounded by plenty of intelligent people that have come to similar conclusions I have about religion and science, or whatever passes for both these days. And that these people are really good people, and, on top of that, heck, even some for the aformentioned idiots are still good people. They've just got stupid buisinessman dogmatic personalities and will probably spend the rest of their lives wearing buisiness casual and going to power lunches where all they talk about is golf, or stock prices, or how they were talking about stock prices while they were golfing. And as much as I hate all of that, and think that its soulless and wrong and even perhaps evil (especially cubicle farms and power lunches), I realize that I, like Ice T once said, can't hate the player, but should rather hate the game. I just need to realize that I can't describe the flatness of Central and Northern Indiana in relation to glaciers during the last ice age around just anybody. Because, you know, the Earth was created on October 23, 4004 BC at 0900 Baghdad time. Have I mentioned that I've been feeling vaguely nauseated every morning when I wake up? Well, I have. I'm going to try and remedy the problem by eating a little right when I wake up, because I think it's just, like, there's nothing in my stomach so the nerve signals are all out of order or something. There are probably a lot of spelling mistakes in this, and I also didn't mention anything about what I did today, which is something I normally do. I appologize on both accounts. Sorry or whatever. Individual Post | Comments (4) | TrackBack (0) 01:21 0501.18 Best Word Choice Does anyone still read this blog anymore? Well, besides Nazzy; I'm sure he'd still read it even if I only posted every six months and then only about how much Japanese cartoons suck, since he's just that level of most excellent. I think on the Lamb Generalized Rating Scale, the recent past would rand somewhere around +4.5 (YES+ or Aw dangit, Karl just went to sleep. I'll finish this tomorrow. Individual Post | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0) 01:01 0501.14 Bak at Harding So I'm back or whatever. I wish I could say that everything went well on the dirve down here, but it didn't. Two major accidents of similar nature in different states stopped traffic for a combined total of about an hour and a half. Oh, and then there was like 50' visibility on the road between Poplar Bluff (The southernmost contiguous point of Western Civilization this side of Texas) and Bald Knob. Yeah, anyhow. Not much else to say. Individual Post | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0) 01:49 0501.5 Blah blah Hey, I made another one of those vaguely Passat-gauge-like schedule images again, this time for Spring 2005. Click here for true happiness (not really). Individual Post | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0) 01:30 0501.2 "Mighty Fine" only got you somehwere half the time So it's that time of the year where the calendar changes around, and it's dark outside and there's snow on the ground and that means it's time to sled and have fun in the perma-twilight caused by the high albedo of-- wait. It's like fifty something degrees outside? Where's my snow, dangit? Individual Post | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0) |
