February 22, 2005
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro
“He knew who I was, at that time, because I had a reputation as a writer,” Thompson said. “I knew he was part of the Bush dynasty. But he was nothing, he offered nothing, and he promised nothing. He had no humor. He was insignificant in every way and consequently I didn’t pay much attention to him. But when he passed out in my bathtub, then I noticed him. I’d been in another room, talking to the bright people. I had to have him taken away.”
I love it. I wouldn’t quite go so far as to say that I model my life after a paranoid acid freak, but I still like it when we speak the same language.
“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
I went skiing on Friday after work, just a quick trip to a relatively close mountain for some night skiing. The conditions were abhorent, nothing but ice. There were some nice jumps though, which made for some spectacular crashes on very hard ground. I managed to fall hard enough to pop out one of my contacts, as well as lose my hat and goggles about 2 miles up the mountain. Thanks random snowboard kid for bringing those back. Amazingly, the contact stuck inside my face mask, and I got it back in before it froze solid. I did manage to hurt my neck and leg though, so all was not a waste.
Yesterday I finished the 5th Discworld novel (Sourcery). I started the first one right after I got to Massachusetts, and I haven’t really been able to stop. Thanks goes to Brandy for the recommendation.
U-M’s spring break starts this Friday. I talked to Derek yesterday, and he’s going to come by this Saturday, and we’re going to NYC for a few days. About damn time! I’ve been looking for a good excuse to go there for awhile, and this’ll do nicely. It ain’t gonna be cheap though… Goodbye relocation money. Derek did find a hostel for us that goes for about $30 a night, close to downtown, and a block from a subway station.
A group of co-ops from work (read: 6 guys and 1 girl) and I (make that 7 guys and 1 girl) went to TGI Friday’s then went to see Constantine. It is quite possibly the most fabulously good and bad movie I’ve seen in a long time. Keanu Reeves manages to deliver most of his lines like he’s hangin’ ten off the bleached coast of Cali, which doesn’t really fit the almost noir-esque environ of the movie. Regardless, if you don’t take it seriously, and there are plenty of parts to suggest that you shouldn’t (Keanu sitting in a chair with his feet in a bucket of water and a cat on his lap, or perhaps flicking off the devil as he ascends towards heaven), it at least manages to be fun to laugh at. Especially if you have Katrina around jumping 3 feet off her chair when a bus drives by. Yeah, sorry, still can’t get over that bus.
I finally came to turns with the fact that I’m never going to land a role as an extra in Saturday Night Fever and ditched the 70’s throwback sideburns. I’m not entirely sure where they came from in the first place. Besides, I could still be the next Tony Manero, he didn’t sport the ‘burns. “Would ya just watch the hair. Ya know, I spend a long time on my hair and he hit it! He hit my hair.” Yeah, I could do it.
Finally, to top off the random crap, if this stuff comes to market and is cheap, I’ll be stocking up! Talk about a good way to save money… Just start the night off right, pop a couple of the tablets, and enjoy. The MrWonton 3 step plan.
November 09, 2004
I know better than to think I’ve won
I’ve received nothing but positive feedback on my latest political rant. I appreciate the support, but I’m unsettled by lack of dissension. Bring it on.
This weekend I had no less than two amazingly good free dinners at the hands of friend’s parents. Conclusion? I still need more friends, as I still buy way too much dinner.
Tonight, I had the honor of taking a bus to North Campus, and sitting with two other classmates, face to face with our professor, for about an hour, as she tore our last assignment to shreds. Somehow I got stuck with the majority of the eye contact as she enumerated our failures. Then it was time to head back to Central for a 3 and a half hour stint in the library to finish and debug some code for a group programming project, leaving just enough time to come home, bake my last Tony’s frozen pizza, and indulge in some brain-numbing television before attempting to sleep, which I’m obviously failing to do.
On the bright(?) side, I finished the 7th and final Dark Tower book today… what a trip. Untold thousands of pages of amazing story have finally came to an end, and in the words of my friend, its sad to see it go. Finishing the Dark Tower series was something I’d first imagined back in my Sophemore or Junior year of High School, when the final books were still unfinished. Its hard to imagine not having more of it to read.
I need ideas for a drawing, to be done by who is likely the most prodigious artist I will ever know. Any ideas?
I enjoy the relative safety of cryptic riddles. I seem to find the inherent risk of a tragic and revealing domino effect that will happen if anyone ever begins to figure the pieces out invigorating.
August 12, 2004
Alan ‘Hypocrite’ Keyes
Alan Keyes is running against Barack Obama for the Illinois senate. Alan Keyes is from Maryland. Theres no law against running for the senate in a state you don’t live in, but I wonder what Alan Keyes’ stance on that subject it? Oh, heres something Keyes said on Fox News in 2000:
“And I deeply resent the destruction of federalism represented by Hillary Clinton’s willingness to go into a state she doesn’t even live in and pretend to represent people there. So I certainly wouldn’t imitate it.”
I always knew Fox News would be good for something.
How long does it take your skin to fuse to a sofa? Six years.
DAMN it needs to be Friday already…
July 07, 2004
Your daily dose of dialectic
I have returned from the isle of beaver. Its always nice to get out of the local setting and traipse around in the woods for awhile. It really clears the head.
While on the small island, which has a year-round population of 450, I happened upon someone who recognized me. The man, named Tristen, I have randomly ran into in South Haven, Spain, East Lansing, and somewhere else I can’t readily remember. And now Beaver Island. I’m not entirely sure how we happen to be in the same places at the same times, but its starting to get strange.
I’ve nearly finished Insomnia by Stephen King. In and of itself, its been a wonderful book thus far. As a huge fan of the Dark Tower Series of books, I was perticularly fascinated by how Insomnia ties into the massively epic storyline King has made. Too bad to fully understand the story, you have to read 19 different stories, a meaningful number in King’s works.
Despite the new threat to Bush, he keeps on pumping out his horrible legislation and lies (free registration required). One thing is certain, whoever ends up being the 44th president will have his/her work cut out for him/her just undoing the wrongs Bush has done.
Finally, I’ve given out all the GMail invites I had. They go quick. If I have any I can give away, I’ll say so.
June 23, 2004
Burning Chrome and Scything Commentary
Ok, so I was a bit harsh on Burning Chrome to begin with. It gets better. I always feel very drawn to the dystopian settings William Gibson creates, and his short stories always leave me wanting more. He paints such vivid pictures, settings, and situations, then, as has become a staple of the cyber-punk genre, he stops halfway through and leaves you with no denouement. And yet it still works.
I ran across an interesting sight today that really made me think. The site has a counter showing the cost of the war in Iraq thus far. It also lets you break it down by state or city, to see how much your area owes. Most shocking to me, however, was its comparison to how else the money could have been spent. As of the time I’m writing this, the investment in the war on Iraq could have been used to give every child in the world basic immunizations for 39 years, or fully fund global anti-hunger efforts for 4 years. It kind of makes me wonder about the compassion that our president claims to have. Can anyone imagine Bush proposing a plan to immunize children, or feed the starving? I can’t. Instead he spends a ludacris amount of money furthering his own interests in Iraq, an effor that does not save lives, but ends them. Also from the site is a very nice quote from Dwight D. Eisenhower: “Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” I couldn’t have put it better myself Ike.