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It's Election Time

And I think this song is appropriate.

Exactly Two Weeks

Excitement! Right now? A pot pie awaits!

Short posts today!

I've Decided

I'm voting for Bob Barr. Not only do I like what he's got to say, but he's got a rockin' 'stache.

Sigh

Legal drinking can't come soon enough.

Less Thank One Week

I'll finally get to vote in less than one week. This means that I'll have to go home on a weekday for the third week in a row, but at least I won't be driving this time. The plan so far is to make some sort of a voting loop with Brian and Mike and to close our time with dinner at our individual families' houses. I'm not sure if we're dropping Brian in Irvine or if he'll accompany us home, but I'm fairly certain the route is San Diego, Irvine, Home, San Diego. I'm simply excited to not have my vote mean anything since I won't be voting for a major party candidate. Anyways, I'm going to make some food and clean up. The folks are coming to town so I want my room to not have my clothes strewn about. And where the hell is my sharpie?!

History 110

Dag nab it! This class is absolutely boring. What makes it worse is that a few weeks ago some eager student decided to start chiming in on just about everything, but it's never anything significant. It's always something like this: "Did you hear about _____." Or "Will you talk about ____, I thought it was really cool." But of course there's always some sort of elaboration on a subject that doesn't need discussion and shouldn't be because it'll make us run long on time. There are also a couple of ultra-liberal/commies that sit in the back of the class. One of them wears those stupid Croc shoes. The ones that look like cartoon shoes. He's really annoying. They end up talking during class to each other and it's usually uneducated statements about politics. Actually, the one who doesn't wear the Crocs just had a brief chat with a gal next to him talking about how "sick" it is that she's going to the MGM for her 21st Birthday and she's going to get "totally trashed" for her Birthday while he's going to get "fuckin' wasted" for Halloween. This is why I don't like people or socializing. Clearly I enjoy socializing with you folk, but you're all the exception to the rule. This class goes by so slowly. It's a good thing I have internet access in here. My folks are visiting this weekend. No idea what we're going to do. Sigh. Ten minutes left. I didn't write as much as I could have. I stopped thinking and sort of spaced out. Alright, I'm out of here. Talk to you all soon.

Week of Victory

Despite the fact that I've been absolutely exhausted, sleep deprived and have done poorly on one midterm and two quizzes, these past seven days have been some of the best in my life. I won't go into detail, but I have to say that from the previous week's dreary outlook on things, recent events have taken that dreariness and turned it into huffable happy powder.

Go Sam!

Sam has gotten himself an interview with the Chino Cadet program! I know that he doesn't need luck to get it in the bag, but good luck anyways! And? It's on my Birthday! What, what? I need no presents, for his success in the field of soon-to-be Police excellence is reward enough...just don't tell my folks that because I want them to buy me a (several) gift(s) of alcohol. This calls for a viewing of The Patriot. May George Washington be with you!

Speaking of Inhumanoids

I came across this!

If you think that's cool, the rest of the first episode can be found here and here. And of course, all of the subsequent episodes can be found through those links. Apparently it was a mini-series only made to promote Hasbro's new toy line. I guess it didn't catch on like Transformers and G.I. Joe, but it sure was cool.

COBRA!

I can't decide which movie theme is better, the one for G.I. Joe or Transformers. But I do know that the voice of Cobra Commander is the same voice as Starscream of Transformers.

He also did the voice of Decompose (that was the villain's name) in the show Inhumanoids. That was pretty cool. I don't know how that was a kids show.

UPDATE:

The spelling is "D'compose." I guess they had to be fancy about it.

Ah Jeez

The first actual paper I have to write for the semester and I can't think of a thing to say even though I have a freaking outline to help me out. I'm screwed. I'm thinking about not going to my first classes and sleeping and waking up to write it with a clearer head. But I doubt that'll happen. Cripes.

Ladies Night

Oh yes, it's ladies night

and the feeling's right.

Poetry Sunday

What's Happening?

Mark-y Mark
Run away
The wind will get you
Just for a day

Zookeeper
Jeepers Creepers
The lions
Have removed your limbs

Old ladies
Breaking glass
Lawnmowers
Not just for grass

Choo Choooo!

Chug-a-chug-a
No cows
On this track
Dolphins and Beaches

But we were stopped
By some stupid
Freaking
Missile launch

Nine
And a half
Up
Eight and a half back

Eighteen Days

Eighteen Days
and Glory
Will be mine

Not the movie
With Matthew Broderick
And Denzel

Although
That movie
Was pretty good

No,
Eighteen Days
To Twenty-One

Excitement!
Now
And soon

Return

Hello all, I'm back. That's all. I've got Poetry Sunday to do. I might not get to it as I've still got a paper to write. It won't take as long since I've got an outline, but I do enjoy procrastinating. I'm good. Really, really, just really good. I know it's "well," but yeah. Good. Some PS for you soon. Right now I've got to go and get something to eat.

Parting Video

I figured I'd post the video of the concert that I missed to remind myself of what I'm missing a week from tomorrow. Here's Birdmonster with "New Country".

Talk to you all soon.

Eh, why not? Since I'll be on the road (rail), here's more Birdmonster with "I Won't Be Long".

I'll be gone, but I won't be long.

Weekend

Hey folks, I'm going to be gone for the weekend. I'm leaving tomorrow and I'll return on Sunday. Don't expect much posting on this thing, but I'll hopefully have a PS up for you when I return. With a minimum of 17 hours of downtime I imagine I'll get quite a bit of work done. Hopefully enough to get me caught up and even ahead in my reading. I've got an essay due Monday on Thucydides (four pages, easy stuff, I just need to do the reading) and some other crap that needs working on. I imagine I'll leave you all with some sort of video before I leave, but right now I need to finish packing all of my stuff into one bag. A backpack, no less. Maybe everything'll fit in my messenger bag, but I doubt it. Anyways, I'm going to see if my former tetris skills will help me to stuff my bag in the correct manner. Video later tonight.

UPDATE:

I've failed. Two bags it is.

Three Things

First: Bruce Willis is cool
Second: I hate Jack Black
Third: Because of these things, I love this (these) scene(s):

Sorry the quality is poor, but it was the only one I could find of this scene. On a related note, Richard Gere should have been killed by Bruce Willis in this movie. It only makes sense. Richard Gere also sucks.

No Idea What's Going On Here

In an attempt to cheer myself up from recent blunders and idiocies, I decided to do what any sensible person does when they're upset: I went to youtube. In my obsession with Megaman and Megaman related things I found (again) an episode of the 90s cartoon adaptation of the game where absolutely nothing makes sense. I remember watching several of the episodes a couple years back and wondered to myself how I was able to stand this as a kid. It's really bad, but this episode in particular I think highlights the absolute nonsensical happenings of Megaman and crew. For a little bit of back story and so that those of you unfamiliar with the games/show can keep up a bit, I'll describe a little bit of what's going on. First: The robots you see at the beginning are Dr. Wily's (the one with the German accent) minions. They were created by both Dr. Wily and Dr. Light (the bearded one) to make life easier for humans, but like any mad scientist, Wily chose to make them evil and tries to take over the world. Megaman (the blue guy) is the incorruptible robot who thinks freely and was created by Dr. Light. Roll, his sister is the woman that they added to be somewhat politically correct. The funny part about that? She's a cleaning robot. Her primary weapon? A vacuum. There was a robot before Megaman who has free will and is considered his brother and that's Protoman. Problems with Protoman? He's supposed to be really cool and in the game he both helps and challenges Megaman and he's just a rogue robot with the whole lone wolf mentality thing going for him, but the cartoon made him into a complete douchescrote. Signifiers? The 1960s High School Jock speak, the wearing of sunglasses indoors and out, the scarf, the fact that he refers to Megaman as "bro," and his taking orders from Dr. Wily. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw up a few "gang" signs and tried to pick up on drunk lady-bots. So there's a little bit of background for you and now we're onto the video. We'll review after having viewed its contents the things that are just wrong with it, and mind you this is the first half of the episode. You can find parts 2 and 3 through the links, etc., but I don't think that any of you will be able to sit through the entire 23 minutes. It's hard for me to do it. Here's the first ten minutes of the episode entitled "Curse of the Lion Men".

So, what's wrong with this episode? In the first ten minutes we have the following:
1) Dr. Wily is searching for a new island in order to house a secret lab. Why is he trying to take over the world if he clearly has enough funding for a secret lab and a robot army?
2) Brightman's voice? Hilarious.
3) If you notice the news caster and the location of the island we're talking about mummies...in Hawaii...that turn into...Lions?
4) The Lion-man things are taking over the world...by turning people...into...lions...
5) Dr. Light can build a robot with free will, but can't get good reception for his T.V.
6) "Sizzlin' Circuits!"
7) The Scooby Doo-esque robot dog, Rush (he was in the game, but didn't talk and wasn't annoying)
8) "Blast-Proof Net" Why not just make your robots "Blast-Proof" and you won't have to worry about Megaman's plasma cannon that's set to stun
9) Dr. Wily's robots run away from the lion people. Robots bent on the destruction of Megaman who aid Dr. Wily in trying to rule the world. Running from Lion people.
10) Lasers coming out of the lions' eyes.
I don't get it either. If anyone wants to find the crap in the rest of the episode let me know. I commend you if you actually got through the damned thing.

FUCK!

In my attempt to please members of my family and trying to be a good son in times that are stressful for some of those closest to me I end up fucking things up and upsetting the others who are just as close to me. It all springs from my inability to take a stand and just say no to people. I also care too much for my pride to let myself look weak or insolent in front of my brother. I messed up. I always do this. I typically take a great amount of pride in being the go-to guy for people in need and usually my desire to please everyone and some bizarre sense of right and wrong and moral justice clouds my judgment and I always end up hurting or offending the people I don't want to offend. I can't seem to get anything right these days and my efforts to help out those in need have failed miserably. I was really excited for some of my future plans and in one of those moments of pride via responsibility to my folks I ruined something that would have been a (two) day(s) of glory and fun out in the desert and neglected my responsibility to my cousin/brother/best friend. I don't know, I should just stop promising things to people and stop saying yes to anything and everything that people want from me. This is how I become more and more anti-social. Fuck. A million times, I'm sorry.

Last Night

Last Night I realized that I'd forgotten to post Poetry Sunday. I apologize. I'm leaving in about 15 minutes to my orthodontist's appointment and then to see my grandma and my other grandma shortly thereafter. I don't know what time I'm making it back down to San Diego, but hopefully I'll have returned by 9pm. And I don't know why, but twice in the past week I've been woken up by non-stop jackhammering. The strange part is that it wasn't just in San Diego. I woke up this morning at 8:45 because some goon outside was tearing up the sidewalk. Just when he'd stop I'd start to nod off to sleep once again, but upon reaching that point of unconscious bliss this mook would start up again. This went on for a few hours until I finally decided to get up and shower. When I left the house to get my oil changed I saw that my entire neighborhood was undergoing this process. I'm curious to know what it is. Maybe it has something to do with the whole nation switching to digital in February of '09. Either way, I'm annoyed. I was sleeping quite peacefully. Another thing that happened that's just typical forgetful Andy is I left my fancy shoes in San Diego, but brought along the fancy clothes. I'm an idiot. I also discovered that the nice Kashmir sweater that my grandma bought me for Christmas a few years back has some holes in the sleeve. This bothers me since I've only worn it a few times and it's always gone back up in my closet right afterwards. I can't figure out when it could have happened. Sigh. Well, I'm sure you're all absolutely thrilled with my life right now. I'm going to go. I'll talk to you all soon.

I'm In Putman's Again

I'm leaving today for home. Just for the night. I'm tired. It's going to be a long day. I can't stand Putman. Fortunately I won't be here on Friday. No one staring at my crotch today. Not yet, anyways. 32 minutes left. Smug bastard. I've got an essay due on Monday. Four pages, pretty easy. I just need to read the material. It shouldn't be difficult. I can probably do it in a day. Well, I'd planned on doing it in a day anyways. I know exactly where and when I'm going to write my essay. Yes, Putman, Louis Armstrong was a jazz musician. Very good. I never knew that "uppity" was a racist term. Apparently it is. I never would have guessed. Then again everything is a racist, politically incorrect or racially insensitive these days. "Chinaman" is derogatory. We've got Englishman, Dutchman, Welshman, Frenchman, Irishman, Ger-man, etc., but once you add the "man" to a non-anglo person then it's derogatory. I don't get it. It's a load of crap. 25 minutes. I mean, why is "Chinaman" derogatory? Why is it they have to be called "Chinese" if you're referring to a man who is Chinese? I don't mind being called a Cubaman, or an Americaman, or a Statesman. I'm a man (by age, I'm not certain if my mind has yet reached maturity) and I'm from the United States and my ancestors are Cuban. Add the suffix "man" to either of those and that's what I am, am I not? Hell, secretaries aren't even secretaries anymore, they're "personal assistants." You can change the title, but you can't change the job. A janitor is a "plant manager." When I was a janitor I didn't subscribe to this notion. I was a janitor and that was that. Was I offended? No. I was offended by the large gentleman who decided to relieve himself right after I'd finished cleaning the restroom where my cleaning supplies were located. But was I offended by my job title? I'd have to be an idiot to think I wasn't a janitor, but a "plant manager." I don't even think "custodian" is a PC term for a janitor anymore. I don't know, I'll find out. I really wish that smoking were healthy again. I say "again" because back in the glory days of our great country 4 out of 5 doctors recommended Camel Cigarettes. How mild can a cigarette be? Take the Camel 30 day test and you'll see! Nowadays everyone needs a pill or a patch or a psychiatrist(or psychologist) to stop smoking or drinking. If you want to stop, just stop. Will power. When did it stop being ok to be a man? Rather, when did it stop being ok to be masculine without the use of HGH? Even more, when did it stop being ok to be a gentleman? Babe Ruth was successful with overeating, smoking and drinking. He didn't use anything that enlarged his muscles. He set records by being himself, not some roided up douchescrote trying to schmooze with the laydeez. Well, times up. Gotta go.

The Phantom Vibration

I don't know why, but I tend to think that my phone is vibrating in my pocket when it really isn't. Sometimes when it actually is going off I don't know it due to my legs being in motion and only feeling what I think is the phone going off, but treating it as the phantom vibration. I have the tendency while walking to check my phone every couple of minutes or so because I constantly imagine it going off. Maybe I just really wish people would call/text me and my mind is playing dirty tricks on me and getting my hopes up.

I had a dream last night that wasn't a standard "Andy as 80s action-movie star" dream. It was odd; for some reason I was behind the scenes at Late Night with Conan O'Brien waiting for the Avett Brothers to perform, but they had to leave that night to enter into the race for the presidency. Because they left and I was back stage and so was someone else, they then called on us to be the musical guests where I was forced to play bass and somehow, without any knowledge of playing instruments whatsoever, played flawlessly. I can't recall if the other person was someone I knew or someone I made up in the dream. Because of our performance we were able to get some other guy elected president who I believed to be an Avett Brother that wasn't ever seen, but was a balding, short and corpulent fellow. This guy who, on the day he took office, managed to single-handedly make our economy strong again and defeat an alien invasion by using superior military tactics. I can't remember if I was a space pilot in this dream or not, but I don't doubt it if I was. What made this dream better was that it wasn't interrupted by a text from my brother at 7:30 in the morning. What an asshole.

I Have No Words For This

The Streaming of Videos and Music

I'm not certain, but Firefox may be working once again. My computer just detected and deleted a virus that was attacking my browser. I'll be sure to keep you posted on things that are absolutely boring.

UPDATE:
Nope.

Victory

Sweet, sweet victory. Now that that's out of the way I can focus on getting ahead in my reading and maybe even doing some leisure reading. I'm sorry, folks. My mind still needs to get back into normal gear. In class today I felt as though there had been no Wednesday or Thursday, simply a transition from Tuesday. That means I've played for too long (not that I didn't know that already). The game was fun. I now know that I can start over with all of my equipment and work over the competition. It's not as entertaining the second time around, especially right after you beat the game. I'm starting Chapter four again...It went much faster this time. I look like a stormtrooper (not of the Nazi variety, but of the Star Wars variety) now. I see in the not too distant future a cinematic adaptation of the game. Because that's what people are doing these days. They're just not making the one that would be the coolest movie ever to grace the silver screen (it's in pre-production, supposedly); and no, I'm not talking about a remake (or a sequel) of Bob Hoskins and Jon Leguizamo in the Mario Brothers.

Ah, Jeez

Yeah, I'm really sorry, everybody. I'm really addicted to this game right now and I'm not going to stop until I've beaten it. Fortunately for all of us that'll more than likely be by tomorrow. I may have to go home this weekend due to some family emergencies, but for sure I'll be home on Monday and most of Tuesday as I have an appointment with the orthodontist about getting my teeth straightened. I'll be back down in San Diego Tuesday night and I'll be leaving again on Friday. I've gotta go, my microwaveable meal is calling me. I'll let you all know when I've conquered this alien parasite thing.

GINMAH!

GINMAH! GINMAH! GINMAH!

Sigh

I bought a video game...I'll see you all later.

Christabel and the Jons

Christabel WUTK

Stonewall

Bury my elbow beneath the willow tree, and keep your shovels handy for to bury me.

John Darnielle

There's another song on the old blog up by John Darnielle and the Mountain Goats.

Blast!

I knew the streaming of music and video on Firefox wouldn't last. Too soon my hopes were up. Hopefully Marionette still holds out.

What The Heck?

All of a sudden Firefox wants to stream videos and music again. But now that I've said it I've probably jinxed it. If it does last then I've had a recent string of good luck. Marionette needs not the passenger side window rolled down to play music anymore. I'm guessing that has something to do with the recent cold weather, but I'm happy nonetheless. I won't have to use my emergency blanket in the rain whilst driving. I hope.

Thank You, Sam

For granting me your powers on this day that is the celebration of your escape from the womb. I have been successful in my journey thus far and tomorrow will be my ultimate test. Can I wield the mighty sword of Campagna into glorious battle? Or will I sever my limbs in an attempt to hoist this weapon of immense power? If success is granted, the flags of Campagna and Suarez will wave ever so proudly in the skies for ages to come. Time will only tell. And that time...is tomorrow. Evening.

Tuesday

I won't be there...

Balls.

Dear Sam,

Happy Birthday, amigo. In a year you'll be starting the rest of your life...AS A COP! I'm proud of my cousin/brother/friend and all that he's done and will do. Hopefully I'll get to come home soon to have a proper celebration with you. May The Patriot live in you for all eternity. HUZZAH!

Poetry Sunday

Welcome back to Poetry Sunday and remember, if you'd all like to participate then leave your own poems in the comments section. I'd like it if you did.

Arnold Schwarzenegger

One man to rule them all
One nation to find him
One senate to help them all
By removing the amendment that binds him

Sam's Birthday Song (Oct. 13th)

Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
I didn't get you anything

I'm sorry
I know not the rest
Of Jason's Christmas Rap

Hamburger Helper

Ground beef
In the freezer
But not
In a freezer bag

Crunchy Taco
Cheese Chili
Cheesy Enchilada
You're all the same

And yet
Why
do I buy
The different kinds?

My Mom says
Blindness was good
But I don't like
Julianne Moore

I liked
The book
But I'm skeptical
Of the movie

What A Load

Exactly one month from tomorrow I'll be 21. Unfortunately, that's not soon enough to see Birdmonster, or Ted Leo, or The Mountain Goats. I don't care about the drink, I care about the music. Well, I care about the drink, but mainly the music. There should be a test that people under the age of 21 can take that somehow gauges their maturity level and if they pass then they're allowed into bars and music venues with the 21+ age limit. Each place could have their own test that varied depending on the sophistication of the bar/club/music venue. And this would only extend to people aged 20 years as it's the worst age anyone can possibly be. Ever. People turning 40 can't complain that they're "middle aged," because they have the drink. People turning 65 can't complain that they've reached retirement age, because they still have the drink and now they have time to roam around and complain about young people. Sigh. My life sucks for another month (save for small victories). Until then I'm going to crawl into a hole. A dark hole where no one can see my under 21 face. PS later.

The Old Blog

The Old Blog has a song posted by John Darnielle.

Oh, Papa Gus

Thank you for this.

I suppose I should post the first video (which is really annoying and you should only watch the last minute or so that sparks the "controversy." I'm sorry, but if I were of darker pigmentation I'd be using particular slang to describe the actions of these gentlemen, but I'm not, so I won't.


This is the main reason for this post. As I was recently sent a video of Jon Lajoie mocking the very thing (well, not the very thing, but rap "music" in general and the attitudes and views expressed in them) seen in the previous video.

Thoughts On A Saturday Afternoon

I hope that one day a man with a thick Russian (preferably) or European accent calls me "American Pig-dog." I get upset that I don't know any derogatory terms for Cubans. I swear, the Mexicans get all the luck. I don't understand why they're the ones called wetbacks, nor do I know where the term came from, but I feel that my people should be the ones called wetbacks as we're the ones who actually have to swim 90 miles to get to this glorious country. Is it odd that I'd like a racially charged slur to be hurled my way? Maybe the Mexicans and Cubans can have a battle royale for claim to the title. I guess that I don't know the terms for my people since most of them are in Florida and California has a larger Mexican population. Maybe I'd feel differently if I'd grown up in Florida. I don't really like Florida. It's like California, but humid and home of Spring Break. I hate Spring Break. Well, I don't hate Spring Break, I just hate the 'bags that go to places like "The River" or "Acapulo" (it's misspelled purposely) or any number of hot-spots that MTV chooses to highlight. Maybe we should just annex Mexico. And Canada. It'd solve a lot of immigration problems. We could be the United States of North America Featuring Mexico. Imperialism needs to make a glorious return.

Interview?

Friends

I apologize for the light posting today, but I happened (notice the past tense) to have a bit of a social life. After feeling confident in the second part of my midterm I went home for a glorious nap and later for a cup of coffee with a new friend (heh, heh, small victory indeed). I then caught up with some old friends and returned roughly 20 minutes ago. Twas a good day.

(Vehicle Noises)

Bweeeeeyoop! Nnnrrrreeeeeaaaaaaawwww! Wheheheheheheheheheheh (that's a machine gun)! Bbbrrrrrvevevevevrrrrr! Fwoooooooshhhhh! Skrreeeeeeeeeee!

Temporary Solution

For some reason I've narrowed my inability to stream videos and music to Firefox. Internet Explorer is still working with all of that stuff, but I hate Internet Explorer. It doesn't allow for tabs. When I open a new window it opens the same page that I'm on in a different window. What is this madness? Dang it, I need to find out if it's something with the processes or what. This is no fun. Firefox isn't supposed to mess up. It's supposed to be infallible. I'm not supposed to have to revert back to IE. Dagnabit!

Yep

Small victories alright. And now it's cloudy and almost rainy. I'm gonna heat up an oven pizza.

Small Victories

Over the course of the years I've discovered that I quite enjoy the small victories. I like going to restaurants, ordering a beer and not being carded (unfortunately my parents will sometimes botch this attempt). I like the smell of a successfully washed load of laundry. I like when I color-coordinate the clothes in my closet (that doesn't happen often, but it sure feels good when it does). Finding money on the street is another good one. Small victories. But the small victories that make me question my character a bit are the ones that are slightly malicious. Example: my roommate of freshman year was a jerk, a scrote, a tool. He happened to be (I know not if he still is) a Lacrosse player for SDSU and was quite proud of himself for it. Sophomore year saw me not having to deal with him and at one point, spotting him from afar, I noticed the crutches and the broken leg/foot/toe/whatever. Small victory. Does this make me a bad person? I don't know. Wouldn't you be happy to see the fall of the Lacrosse player who made you sleep in the common area because he would have relations with his then soon-to-be ex-girlfriend about once every two weeks? Another example: Upon my return to my hometown I often see those that would pick on me or those that were general scumbags working in said hometown with no real future in sight save for their continuous work at the local Chili's. When asking them about their plans for the future and seeing nothing coming for them I always smile that smug "I knew it would happen and I'm glad" smile. Small victory. However at the same I time I don't know how successful I'll be. I worry that my future will not go as planned and I'll end up miserable. I suppose the advantage I (will) have is the college degree. Despite all of my moaning and groaning about my distaste for the collegiate life, I'm very happy that I've gone through with it, so I'll still have that small victory over those that are still home. With no future in sight. As a side note I'd like to mention that as I'm typing this I'm wearing my Jr. High P.E. shirt. "Canyon Hills" it says in big purple letter with a coyote and several sports spheroids launching themselves as if to escape the t-shirt, and under the school's name and the howling coyote are the words "Be your physical best".

Dear Judith,

You're the best around.

Happy Birthday!

Que Que?!

Blasted headache. I'm not sure if it's the odd sleep cycle, the heat, the lack of nutrients, the midterm, or simply some freak of nature, but I've had a headache the entire day. No good. I imagine it'll either subside by tomorrow or it will grow substantially by tomorrow. It's not a tumor. Wasn't it a tumor that gave John Travolta telekinetic powers in that movie Phenomenon? I like John Travolta. He can fly a plane. The only downside is the Scientology. But the movie adaptation of Battlefield Earth came out of that. I read 900 of 1100 pages in that book. It's really bad. We have a large portrait of L. Ron Hubbard in the apartment. You have to hand it to L. Ron, he convinced a bunch of goons (Tom Cruise) that...well, it's hard to explain. It's not difficult to explain that he convinced a bunch of people to follow a bogus religion, but it's difficult for to explain how people believe it. Alien Warlords. Xenu. Volcanoes. Well, on that token it's difficult to explain how people believe in any sort of religion. Wasn't it Voltaire (it was Voltaire) that said "To believe in God is impossible. Not to believe in Him is absurd." Voltaire also said "If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him." Did Voltaire not state "I hate women because they always know where things are."? I like Voltaire. Even if he is French, I like him. It's a shame he's dead. It's rumored his last words were "For God's sake, let me die!" I won't talk about religion here.

Part I

I've finished the first part of my midterm and round two begins at 2pm Friday. I'm hoping that I did well. We were allowed to choose which questions to answer first and I went with the ones I felt most comfortable with, but even that isn't too good. I studied the hour beforehand and was able to formulate some paragraphs in my mind and I used the allotted time to answer the two questions for the day. I'll have to study a bit more for the next two questions as they're asking about theorems and such which I'm not familiar with, but fortunately we have the questions to the exam available to us outside of the classroom. I'll attempt to tackle it tomorrow in order to prepare myself for Friday. I think I'm going to take a well deserved nap. I still need groceries. Maybe later. Milk and bread. And razors. Still looking for a straight razor. My quarter stacking skills are second to none. It's still too damned hot.

UPDATE

It was a good nap.

Ah, Jeez

I'm not ready for my midterm. It shouldn't be too difficult, but having to write for an hour on two subjects I know very little about? I guess I'll be studying in that blaspheming Star Trek "fan" Putman's class. That's the good thing about having general education classes. You don't have to pay attention.

I wish I knew a lot about computers. I wish I could figure out why my internet chooses not to stream videos and music. I don't own a tiny screwdriver to blow out all of the dust from the inside of my PC, but I've shot some compressed air in there to move it about. I had to show ID to buy the dusting stuff. Apparently it's huffable. No, I'm not walking on sunshine. Yet.

The Chicken Bake at Costco sounds tastier than it really is. Melted cheese, chicken and bacon enclosed in a baked bread tube? You wouldn't think you could go wrong there, but you can. Maybe the employees of Costco aren't making it right. The last one I had was alright. I keep getting lured into its spell. Costco's a big store of happiness and free samples.

Over the past couple weeks I've obtained 2GB of new music (new to me, it's been out...except for Metallica's album). I'm having difficulty choosing what to listen to. My hour break from 1-2 usually provides me with a full album listening. My recently purchased CD case that holds 72 CDs just filled up. I don't know what to do. Where am I to put all of my CDs? I have a box full of them, but for music in the truck? I may need another case.

I need a drink. I haven't had one in a while. I've got a bottle of wine, but I haven't had occasion for it. And when I say I need a drink I mean a real drink. I haven't had my Brandy in almost a year. That's disappointing. That'll all change soon.

I don't know why Ted Leo is opening for Against Me. Against Me is a no-talent crap band that somehow made it big. Ted is talent. And again I have to miss the show because I won't be 21. I hate being 20. One month, six days. I'm counting down the hours (till it co-o-o-o-omes).

I've got some good things coming in the mail. But it's a surprise. It's not for me, but it's coming here first. Maybe it's for me. I don't know if I was charged twice. If I was then I'll have it. If not, I won't.

I still can't get enough of this song. I hope they come back soon.

It's still too hot here.

I still have reading to do. Not too much. Just about ten pages. And studying. Muriel Spark isn't as good as Burgess or Beckett. I'm not as interested.

Sometime during the week Big Trouble in Little China will be viewed. And possibly True Lies as well.

Sigh. It's going to be a long night. Maybe a microwaveable dinner will keep me company.

Weather

I hate Southern California weather. It's too damned hot. It's always hot. Even when it's cold, it's hot. I seem to have some ill conceived notion that the weather gradually changes. This leads to wearing jackets on a hot day and shorts on a rainy one. The other day San Diego had cloudy weather featuring moisture. It persisted for a few days and come Monday morning I used my method of forecasting the day's weather of looking outside with an open window and saw clouds and coolness not unlike the previous few days. Not quite jacket-appropriate weather, but close enough. Upon my arrival to school the clouds had cleared and the sun made it's debut, taunting me with its blinding dance of heat-stroke. I need to move away from Southern California. I need a place where I can see the weather and unregrettably wear jackets and not be the only shmoe wearing long pants on a hot day. It's a good thing my Hawaiian Breeze is nearby. You'll never let me down.

A Nix On Bragging

I won't be bragging about the Angels until spring. Oh well. Good luck to you Dodgers fans out there.

Jebus

It's going to be a rough week. A two day midterm wherein I'll write four essay questions over two 50 minute periods on material that I'm not quite well versed on. My new socks are kind of itchy. I need quarters to wash my "warm" laundry. I think I've got the $2.25 to cover it now. I've discovered that my wearing of antiperspirant is bad. I've switched back to deodorant. Apparently the aluminum in the antiperspirant causes bleach-like stains. I was wondering why they were showing up on my clothes when I don't own any bleach. It's a shame that I found this out too late as my two favorite Birdmonster shirts are now ruined (I own six). I'm hoping that the stain remover that I recently purchased will help in that department. My hopes are low. Lots of reading. I think. I'm almost out of coffee. I've got enough for one more day. Tomorrow may see a trip to the market. Milk, pepper, coffee. Remember that. Maybe vegetables too. But if vegetables are acquired meat must be as well. I talked to one of my professors today about stowing away on boxcars. He was surprisingly happy that I'd brought the subject up and seemed to know some people in the boxcar community. They travel on the union railways picking up jobs in industrial towns and such. Sounds interesting. Only problem is they don't bathe. I'm all for beard growing, but smelling of sweat and urine doesn't appeal to me. My professor went dumpster diving over the summer. He said he'd email the boxcar people for me. I'm excited. Adventures await. I ate at the Panda Express today. It wasn't very good. The chow mein was lacking in the flavor department as was the Kung Pao Chicken. The Chicken of the Orange variety was standard. It seems the safe bet at most "Chinese" food joints. Razors. I need razors, too. Don't let me forget. The four blade stuff.

NOTE:
Presidential debate tomorrow at 6 p.m. and one on Thursday as well.

Long Day

Leaving soon, back around 7 p.m. Not taking el laptop-o with me today. Breaks from 1-2 and 3-4 if anyone would like to entertain me for that brief period of time.

Introduction And Such

I suppose that for those of you new here I should fill you in on "Poetry Sunday" as it will more than likely make a famous comeback after two months of inactivity (I think it was two months). What it is is simply my play on those that try to be "artistic" with poetry that rhymes not and is a play on the hipster (and the beat) culture believing anything and everything to hold artistic merit. Really (as you can see) it's just a bunch of nonsensical ramblings and sentences strung together to make absolute crap. I have fun with it and so should you. Now that I'm on Blogger and have the comment ability I'm inviting you all to contribute with your own poems on Poetry Sunday if you so wish. I sort of missed PS and am glad it's being re-instituted.

Anyways, there's not much news on the home front and the daily battles are still the daily battles. I'm glad that school has started as reading, etc. takes up time. When I'm not reading I'm usually watching 80s action or horror movies or writing in the journal or here. I'm falling back into the groove of posting and occupying myself that I had when I started this thing way back in February on Tumblr. But again, I'm glad that school has started as it takes my mind off of the trivial things and keeps the loneliness at bay.

I've got a little extra cash on me this month. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. Save it, hopefully, but there are some things that need to be done. Marionette still needs a little fixing before she's in tip-top shape. Being jobless is a bit frustrating, but it's only for the semester. My folks have promised a little extra funding for the next few months so long as I'm actually working on school-related happenings. I am for the most part, but not having a job means living on microwaveable dinners and cheap sandwiches. It's worth it, I guess. I really have to thank my parents for all that they've done for me. I hope to pay them back once I've started my career. I don't know what day exactly in May I graduate, but it can't come soon enough.

Blasted naps. The problem with naps late in the day is that they ruin your sleep cycle. I'll probably be up for a while longer. Dag yo.

Could It Be?

Poetry Sunday!

Trains

Come on
Ride
The train
Woo Woo

Chug
A-Lug
Click
Clack

I wanted
So bad
to be
A conductor

Little Andy
Spiffy cap
Blow the whistle
Shovel coal

Messican Hater

For my last
Birthday
I went to see
The Exorcist
On
The big screen

And afterwards
She was sitting
Near my car
In the darkness
Mumbling something
And shaking

Happy Burfday

Odd
No spell-check
On "Burfday"
Wait
There it is

To the 9th
To the 13th
Will Smith
Cannot pronounce
The "th" sound

Welcome
To Earf
Happy Burf
Day
Wiki Wild

Too long
Since PS
Last was
Written
More perhaps?

Is this
A return?
Only time
Will tell
More than likely

Gadzooks!

There be some weariness in this soldier.

Trains, Baseball & O, Brother

I've been called many a name in my life, but some of my favorites come from that brother of mine who seems to be progressively slipping into a permanent child-like state. After the Angel game last night (which was a great game even though we lost) my brother had asked me to ride with him in so that he might make use of the carpool lane (which we all know at 11 p.m. isn't congested at all). Not wanting to break the bonds of brotherhood so early in our reconciliation phase, I accepted his offer with the forethought that it would be a difficult ride. Fortunately, I wasn't driving and therefore was exempt from being yelled at for vehicular reasons. The ride started off the way I normally am when I'm in a vehicle. Silent. I like silence, for it is golden. Eh, nevermind. Don't really wanna go there right now. Let's just say that Brother's thoughts for my liking and doing things are for some sort of trendy reason. I say that there's a big difference between the hipster trend and me simply disliking most everything but finding amusement in the simple and the obscure and the people who I consider personal heroes. But one thing I will say, you messed up three times. Not you guys. The brother.

Reasons I had to manejar con my brother? I made use of the Amtrak "Surfliner" railway this time around to save on gas and because it dropped me right at the stadium. The train is a fun way to travel. It's like a bus, but doesn't smell bad and is devoid of raving derelicts. Which is nice if you want to sleep, but are worried a bum may deposit his or her droppings near you or stab you. I imagine it'll be my method of travel when I return to the homeland so as to give Marionette a bit of a rest. She's strong, but I've gotta be gentle with her. I also discovered that if you buy a ticket for an unreserved seat on the Surfliner train you don't actually have to use it for the date purchased. It's good for an entire year after that point, which is nice in case a plan to go home or whatnot is canceled and the ticket was for that particular day. I'm not sure what the deal is with round-trip rides, but I imagine it's the same since it's simply two separate tickets. I just buy one when I leave and one when I come back, so long as there's a kiosk and a station agent I'm fine. Not that any of this really matters or even interests you all, but it's nice for me.

The ball game was (as I mentioned earlier) great. I'm a bit upset that we blew it in the 9th, but the game was intense and a whole lot of fun. My folks scored tickets right near the right-field foul pole and my pa even managed to get a practice ball. I also saw a glimpse of hope for the future while I was there. A regular Joe non-DB with a non-bleethed out Hott. With a ring. Enjoying the game with an absence of PDA. There's a chance for us yet.

The Debate II

Here's the Vice-Presidential debate for those of you who are interested or would like to see it again.

The Debate

I don't know how many of you watched or listened to the debate this evening, but I must say that if either of the Vice Presidential candidates were the ones running for President I might actually vote for one of the major parties. Tonight's debate compared to last Thursday's was performed with a professional quality. The running-mates answered the questions, didn't run over their allotted time and managed to keep it respectful. The debate between Obama and McCain seemed to me a petty squabbling of elementary schoolers. Sigh. We're doomed.

Vice-Presidential Debate

Are you listening/watching?

Tomorrow

I'll be gone tomorrow and the majority of Saturday. For those of you expecting anything out of the blog, I recommend you take a weekend to yourself to unwind and not worry whether or not I'll have a tidbit of nothing for you. I won't have my computer with me tomorrow and I'm uncertain if I'll have time for posting on Saturday. Sunday you'll have something to read, Monday remains my day of limited to no posting day. I hope to have something else for you by the end of the night, but no promises. I'm frustrated with my computer right now as it chooses to not play any music or videos whilst on the internets unless I re-open my browser several times. I'm trying to find a solution to this and I'm hoping that it's simply dust in the computer that can easily be dusted out. Aside from that nuisance I'm still around doing reading for class manana (again, the whole "~" insertion I'm unaware of, but I like pronouncing it without the tilde anyways). If anything is needed, most of you know where to reach me and I'll regularly check my email, etc.

I'm A Bummer

Whatfor

Here I Am, Rock You Like A Hurricane

Not really, I'm just sitting in class with my trusty computer and I honestly don't want to listen to what this "historian" hack has to say. Honestly, who chooses Deep Space Nine? Deeper my foot. All around me are freshmen. Stage-1s on both ends. How many stake a claim towards redemption? How many continue to slip further into degeneracy and their viral infection? The future is unwritten. Twenty-seven minutes left. I plan to write the entire time. Good lord. The unhealthy liberalism spews from this hack's pores. "Unbiased" clips at the beginning of class? No, you took a news clip of Joe Biden's ignorance and contrasted it with a spliced and mashed-up video of Sarah Palin's blundering in her first interview. Commie scum. I actually don't know if this fellow is a commie, but he seems to stink of it. You just wait until all of your rights are taken away and you're waiting in line for stale bread and gruel because the government regulates your actions and your basic needs. Then you'll be praying for the return of capitalism. Nineteen minutes. Girl texting diagonally from me, take your gaze from my pants, for you will not be in them. The weekend will be fun. Friday I ride the rails of freedom to Anaheim to witness the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim tromp their way to Baseball-ular victory in the playoffs. Oh, dear readers, this post is brought to you by the lack of paragraph breaks and penicillin. I'll get you one day, Putman, one day! Solution to prostitution you say? Legalize it! This door to remain open during regular business hours. Ten minutes. Bellamy was an idiot and so are you, Putman. I've got the left one, but the right one seems to be missing. Eight minutes. I'll change your power structure. Seven minutes. Dammit, woman, stop looking at my computer and/or my pants! I don't want a debate in fifteen minutes. Damn right we replaced Davis with Schwarzenegger. If the amendment stating foreigners can't run for president is repealed, I'm voting Schwarzenegger for president. Five minutes. I wish it were the Roaring 20s. I wish I knew Teddy Roosevelt. I wish I knew Jeff Goldblum. I wish Putman would shut up. Three minutes. Time to sign off if I want to get the hell out of here by 50. Stop looking at my pants.