Category: Ramblings

Isn’t she cute? She looks like a tiny, shelled sleeping dinosaur.

If this post ends up making no sense, it’s because I stayed up all night helping to make XRML with John Larson. For the amount of time we actually worked on this thing, we did spectacular things. As Tom said in class, “This was a great idea a month ago.” If there’s anything I can do, though, it’s perform. So, at least our presentation was entertaining. I would really like to get XRML to work though. I mean, it even has a cool pronunciation: zermal. I think I’m going to work more on this.

I’ve also been sporting my sweet new scarf, courtesy of Holli Gregg. She just asked me, out of the blue, what colors I would like in a scarf. So, I said maroon and teal, which also happen to be the very first colors I ever used on a “major” website. I like maroon because it’s like red that’s seen better days. It’s got a darkness to it. I made her two CDs as a thank you: And she thought, “How cold it is!”, And these songs gave her warmth. It was mostly a sampler of Miles Music to see if I can convert yet another. Tony, you’re next. Lindsey will tough to crack.

We had Improv rehearsal last night, and I think it was the best one we’ve ever had. Also, Sue wasn’t there. But mostly, we were just all excited and having a good time. Sound Effects got kinda crazy. Marci walked on stage ready for blood. Our “fast food restaurant” scenario quickly became a boiling oil fight, and then I got carried away and started making my own sound effects, so then Holli got mad at me, and I was in another fight. Then everyone called me a midget. Those guys are great friends.

During Art History, Holly Smith showed me the new DVD that she and Bob Davidson put together. I really like the menus, which are just handwriting on a notebook. I think Bob made mention of the fact that lazyiness won out over high tech menus. But, I thought they were creative. I want a DVD. And (*sigh*) I’ll even pay the starving artists.

I’ve been all about Sigur Rós lately. I really like Takk. Their music seems perfect for winter. And, really, you can take any music video, slow it down, add their music, and you have a philosophical or political statement. Their new video for their song Hoppípolla. And be sure, if you’re a fan or wanting to become a fan, to check out their Reykjavik concert for free online.

Today the snow was holding onto the trees. Then the sun made it fall to the ground, and it looked like the sidewalks were covered in coconut shavings. I don’t like coconut, but I appreciate the shape (and it’s multiple uses).

Ok. Homework time. Man…. I am so tired. I’m serious.

If I ever had a situation comedy TV show, I’d call it “3,000 Miles”, and the main character, Miles, would be a Mary Kay truck driver with multiple-personality disorder. When he’s driving, the other personalities are characters that sit with him. Then he would meet interesting people on the route. Like that Mormon family that tried to convert him, or the serial killer that tried to lock him in the freezer, or the Val and Paula Rausch family, who simply drove Miles mad.

What’s the deal with my picture? I’ll give you a hint: “Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr”.

More about Thanksgiving later.

So quoth Shakespeare in Hamlet. Hamlet is a good play. Hamlet is nuts, man. I think it would be fun to play royalty on the dark decent into madness. I mean, Shakespearean English is so close to babbling anyway.

I’m full of hate right now. My weekend was full of hate, though the kind directed at food and studio execs.

Hate on Brownies
I now know how it can take NASA years to figure out what went wrong. The Drama Club sold concessions at a concert for Gordy Pratt last Friday. I decided to bring brownies, as I’ve made in the past with good results. I had planned my day so that the brownies would be done right before I had to leave. I finished the Seinfeld episode, grabbed the pan and a knife, and took off. (I had forgotten to grab the cash box, but I just drove back) I get there, go to cut into my brownies, and I discover that I have sucessfully created brownie cement mix. Sue thought that they would be good crumbled over ice cream, but what good is that at a concession stand? In any case, I’m still trying to figure out what went wrong. Did I use the wrong size pan? I swear that I used my 9×13 pan last time. Then, did I use two packages instead? I just don’t remember, and it’s driving me crazy. A White House Task Force has been assigned to the problem.

Hate on Winter
We split wood at my Grandma’s, and I wasn’t really dressed for slrain and ick that South Dakota has to offer. So, it’s chilly, it’s overcast, we’re working like dogs, and there’s a little bit of a sprinkle going on. I have just removed my jacket when lightening splits the sky in half, and it begins to downpour. What was funny was that my dad IMMEDIATELY shuts down the splitter and runs indoors. What was that? Mr. I-sandblast-around-the-snow was almost the first person inside. We got a little break, then right as we were getting done, it began to downpour again. This time we continued to work because we were so close, and my shirt got thoroughly soaked through. I was okay on Sunday (except for being sore) but then yesterday I really felt the effects of standing in the rain for twenty minutes. I did, however, get to the Drama Club meeting.

Hate on Snow
It’s snowing today. Of course. I hate snow.

Hate on Seinfeld
I totally missed this show. How did that happen? Where was I? I’ve been watching a lot of Seinfeld lately, due to the fact that I’m surrounded by all kinds of crazy Seinfeld Fans. This show was really a smart sitcom. It has an intelligence behind it that Arrested Development, The Office, and Scrubs all seem to mirror. I think my favorite humor comes in the form of insanity and incredulity. Really, truly and honestly, the world is insane. There is no overlying logic to anything. People, on and individual level, all act within the scope of their own logic, but as you zoom out, actions seem less and less logical. There is as much pain as there is comedy in this. To write shows like this, you have to see like God does, I think. In a way, it makes things seem okay in the long run, because nothing will ever make sense, so you just have to go where your brand of insane is the common one and get rid of things that you can’t make sense of.

Hate on Fox
Oh, speaking of Arrested Development, Fox has canceled the show. Well, it didn’t out-and-out cancel the show. It just put it away until December, and then said, “We only want 13 episodes this season. Thanks anyway.” Sure, the retards who cancelled Family Guy are going to keep Prison Break over one of the greatest comedies they have. Come on! While comedies like this reinforce my belief in God, news like this definately shakes my belief in God (or at least a benevolent one). The blog world has gone grape nuts over this news. One of the more cleverly titled blog posts has been Fox’s Arrested Development Cancelled: Retards More Influential Than Thought. I mean, Bryce was just getting into this show. I really think that they should have advertised it better and promoted it more. The writing is genius, and characters are all meaningful and creative, and I laugh out loud at every episode no matter how many times I watch it.

Hate on Drama Club Members
We only had three members show up last night. What the hell? It was disappointing. On the other hand, I ‘ve been a terrible President. Maybe this is a just a reflection of my leadership.

Hate on Web Application Programming I
I showed up last Tuesday for class, thinking that the worst that would happen would be that I had a late assignment. It turns out that we had a test, and I was totally unaware. We got them back, and I still got a 98%, but it shouldn’t have happened that way. I should love this class, but it’s so boring and slow and remedial. If these people are supposed to be professional web developers, this class should be a four week refresher. He’s not even teaching compliant code. The only good thing about that is that the pages we are writing are not large or complex enough to where being compliant will make much difference.

Oh, well. I guess things aren’t that bad. Except for Arrested. At least The Office is going strong.

I will post soon. I just wanted to write this quick.

Remember:

For so many of you as God hath forgotten, twice that many hath he apologized to, most profusely, saying, “Did I not, indeed, remember you first to forget? Have not the midwives oft forgotten a towel soaked in water or a loaf of bread? As they remember and, parting, say, ‘Be right back’ so doth the Lord say unto thee.”

Numbers 1:13-16

Alright. I’ll admit that that last post was a bit difficult to comment on. I should stick to rambling about TV shows and movies instead of “feelings” and “poetry”. No one likes poetry anyway.

‘Nother Drama Club meeting tonight. Except this time we had about 1/15th of the people. And things were going so well. The meeting itself progressed pretty nicely, but it’s hard for 6 people to get out of hand.

Got to watch Arrested on TV again. G.O.B. made up the word, “protestacular”, which Tobias then turned into “prostatacular”. And then 4 different chicken dances at the same time. Charlize Theron was in this one. I’m increasingly impressed with her acting choices. Monster, while sometimes hard to stomach, was a great movie, and she was really good in that film. Seriously, if you’re not watching Arrested Development, then you’re a retard.

I’ve never been a big fan of radio music. I know some people who love to crank 104.7 whenever the new hip-hop/r&b MTV remash party song comes out and sing along with whatever perverted, self-negating lyrics come out, but those people make me feel lightheaded, so it’s a good thing that I’m not driving. I have to admit, though, that that Outkast song, “I Like The Way You Move” has a pretty neat bass line. I listen just for the beginning bars of the bass line, then I turn the radio off again.

*sign* I should be doing homework. Alright. I’ll get on with that.

“You know what happened to Nick. It just got me thinking, ‘Life is so short,’ you know? It’s almost shorter than we want to ever believe.”
“Live for the day.”
“Exactly.”

Life’s too short to drag along so much baggage.

This guy guards the cross-walk on 2nd street, right before Chicago Avenue, and everyday that I drive to work, I wave at him, but he just scowls at me. I don’t get it, because I make sure to drive below the speed limit.

I feel like Fog today. And I’m not very customer service friendly, either. Pounding headache, chilly all day, tired, scratchy and irritated eyes. I feel very sick, though I may be milking it a smidgeon. I emailed all my morning obligations with intents to work on math and relax. Then I fell asleep and woke with hardly any time left to finish the little I had left on Discrete and Modeling.

Because of my nap I had to grab some lunch as I drove to work, which was McDonald’s and only made me feel worse. And I have to put on a good face for the club. Smile and whatnot. Freshmen Showcase auditions are tomorrow and I haven’t even decided on a script yet. I’ve wanted to use one that I wrote, but I sent it to some people to read, and no one’s gotten back to me. I mean, I want to use it, but if it’s crap, I don’t want to waste my time directing it.

I want a digital camera. So I can be full on artsy-indie. All the hipster doofus kids have digicameras so they can capture odd moments and pretty flowers. I have a real camera, but I can never get the quality I want with scanning pics. Plus, it’s so much work. Then there would be something up here besides just words. Boring simple words.

I’m so much more elegant before I try to speak.

As it turns out, I may do the tech intern thing in Pierre this year. And I might not even need the GRE for Amherst. At first I thought I had to take two Subject Tests. Talk about meltdown material. I do have to get my application going, though. I’m getting eager to leave. I think the MidWest definately has it’s advantages, but I’m ready for something new.

I slip away. I slipped on a little white lie.

I am Kid M. I live in this song; thank you for visiting.

You’re giving me chills.

The Crow would have been a much better movie if they had waited a couple years before making it. I think that there were a lot of movies that suffered from being too ambitious for the 90s. Technology had come so far, but it hadn’t come far enough to do what everyone wanted and dreamed. Even now, we fall short, but with a good crew, we can do almost anything these days.

The scene when makes a raven outline in fire is still pretty cool, no matter how old the movie is.

I’ve been playing The Sims 2 compulsively. I even skipped lunch yesterday; that’s how obsessed I am with that game. I had breakfast before, though, so it all works out. Sometimes I wish I had a little meter that told me when I tired, hungry, or uncomfortable. Then I could eat until the meter is full, and then I wouldn’t be hungry at all sorts of odd, random hours for no reason. And I also wouldn’t be so dead tired all the time.

ASP.Net is going better. But I still cry at night. Yet, who doesn’t these days?

Over-easy! I like them over-easy. Mom.

You know how Chris Farley always used to say that? Well, I just did that – outside.

There are two pop machines at work: a coke machine and a pepsi machine. The Pepsi machine has Mountain Dew (yes!) but does not have a working dollar bill reader. The Coke machine has Coke products ($%@#!) and has a working dollar bill reader, but it will not give you change.

So, despite my wishes, I was forced to waste a dollar on a soda that I don’t really want. When I get my Sprite, the can is mostly empty and obviously damaged. Like, pop can in the freezer kind of damage.

And I’m not happy. Oh, well. I get to spend tonight with the Gilmore Girls.

Have you ever heard of Gary Busey? No, you haven’t. Maybe you have, but if you have then you know that he is ugly enough to induce vomiting.

And that guy on Seinfeld – Kramer – that guy is a genius.

He is a genius.

“Hey. Let’s give that guy just out of the mental ward a knife!”
“No, Heather.”
*whinny face*
“No.”

I’m at Heather’s right now, and she’s rubbing off on me. I can’t hold a thought for more than – he look at HIS hair. You’d think that a neurologist would be able to operate a bloody comb. Gary was in Lethal Weapon and Universal Soldier III: Unfinished Business. You can pretty much tell that his acting career mirrors his mental downspiral.

Heather has a 2.0 GPA. She is a retawd. Too bad her kids won’t be around to clean up after her forever. You can tell she wears on Chris. You can hear him crying at night. He pretends that he’s just washing his hands, but you can hear his soul-wrenching sobs all the way into our house. It’s haunting as it is saddening. Note: Gary Abusey’s mom is ugly also, and his kid is an ablino; but the albino is not quite as ugly as his dad.

I will know admit that I thought that Gary Busey was Nick Nolte.

Heather:

I quit doing the XMen thing because I wasn’t feeling it. Guess what : that movie is a hella lot of typing to do. I don’t think anyone got it, though. Maybe Bryce did, but he hardly posted anyway. So… thERe. I started this new thing. This thing here. That I am starting.

I HATE MY LIFE. HEATHER MAKES ME WANT TO DIE.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.
I WOULD CRY BUT IT LOOKS
LIKE THAT WOULD GIVE
HER TOO MUCH
CREDIT
:'(

<@:) Um. Something about how much I love Heather... yada yada yada. She's not reading this over my shoulder, so I can type whatever I want. :'( WHAT? Organisms are important to anyone ever. Daria is on and there's a sad clown on the wall. What a combination of phrases. "No, not by that." He has a smiling clown pillow. An NO YOU DON'T adventure in moderation. If only Daria had more friends who didn't bring her down. Did you ever wonder what sort of people write Daria? Maybe they're just like her, and maybe their favorite new hip/creative artist is Avril Lavigne. Scary, huh? Well it's time to take my pill(s). Stay White, people.