21 crazy fists.
This is my birthday post! In celebration, I give you some fun birthday links! Enjoy!
birthday fun #1!
birthday fun #2!
and birthday fun #3!
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
birthdays and laws and celebrations and halloweens and tests.
Man, there's just too much going on this week. I feel like it might explode. Weeks can only hold so much.
I forgot (and I'm kicking myself...really!) that Oct 24 was the one-year-hoopla of this very eblo. That's right; the Cloy Harlequin is one year old. I want you all to celebrate by saying "I'll be damned!" wherever you are right now. Or just post a comment; that thing's gathering cobwebs.
Then there's my birthday, coming up here in about 2.5 hours. I should enjoy this last bit of being 20, even though I know I cannot because I have to study for my Japanese final tomorrow. Being 20 doesn't get enough recognition, just because it is the year before 21, which is when an American becomes magically able to drink responsibly (see my sarcasm-soaked birthday post from last year). I feel like if 21 wasn't such a big deal, 20 would be like the new millenium of birthdays, signifying one's departure from the teenage years and all that is carefree into a world of expectations and responsibility. Everyone would celebrate that and go crazy and such. But no, 21 is when you get to drink, because no one ever drinks before they are 21. Whutevr.
Then there's good ol Halloween, but I will wait to address that on Friday. Ta for now.
Man, there's just too much going on this week. I feel like it might explode. Weeks can only hold so much.
I forgot (and I'm kicking myself...really!) that Oct 24 was the one-year-hoopla of this very eblo. That's right; the Cloy Harlequin is one year old. I want you all to celebrate by saying "I'll be damned!" wherever you are right now. Or just post a comment; that thing's gathering cobwebs.
Then there's my birthday, coming up here in about 2.5 hours. I should enjoy this last bit of being 20, even though I know I cannot because I have to study for my Japanese final tomorrow. Being 20 doesn't get enough recognition, just because it is the year before 21, which is when an American becomes magically able to drink responsibly (see my sarcasm-soaked birthday post from last year). I feel like if 21 wasn't such a big deal, 20 would be like the new millenium of birthdays, signifying one's departure from the teenage years and all that is carefree into a world of expectations and responsibility. Everyone would celebrate that and go crazy and such. But no, 21 is when you get to drink, because no one ever drinks before they are 21. Whutevr.
Then there's good ol Halloween, but I will wait to address that on Friday. Ta for now.
Monday, October 27, 2003
God isn't an apple...is he?
People are standing. Just standing, waiting for someone to get off a computer. Or maybe they are trying to make people feel guity so that they will say "I'm sorry you have to stand. Here; have this one." I chose a computer in the back of the room thinking that all the vulture people would circle the front and leave me alone, but sure enough, right now there is a girl just standing a couple feet away. She walked all the way to the back of the room just to stand next to me and make me feel uncomfortable. There's a whole damn room! There could be a guy right over there who's done! Go away, dammit!!
So yesterday I defeated some Christians. There were 3 girls in front of the library who were nice enough keep me from entering the library and studying because they wanted to guilt-trip me into joining their religion. I gave them 2 minutes to give some reasons why their God is the best (immediately after which I said "whoop, time's up!"). But before I left one of them presented me with an analogy. She was so confident; it was almost cute. It went something like this:
her: Do you believe in gravity?
me: I suppose I believe in the theory of gravity.
her: So say I have an apple here in my hand. What's gonna happen if I drop it?
me: I suppose it's going to fall and hit the ground.
her: But how do you know that for sure?
me: Because I've dropped things before and seen it happen.
her: ...But, just play along; What if you've never done it before, how do you know gravity exists? You have faith in it, right?
me: Well, before I believed in gravity I would have to test it by dropping the apple a couple times. Then, after witnessing it, I would have reason based on my experience to believe that it will happen...
her: Well, c'mon, you know what I'm...okay, bad example.
At that point I started to walk away and, seeing that they'd been defeated, one of them just said "Well, think about it!" I did, girls. I did think about it.
People are standing. Just standing, waiting for someone to get off a computer. Or maybe they are trying to make people feel guity so that they will say "I'm sorry you have to stand. Here; have this one." I chose a computer in the back of the room thinking that all the vulture people would circle the front and leave me alone, but sure enough, right now there is a girl just standing a couple feet away. She walked all the way to the back of the room just to stand next to me and make me feel uncomfortable. There's a whole damn room! There could be a guy right over there who's done! Go away, dammit!!
So yesterday I defeated some Christians. There were 3 girls in front of the library who were nice enough keep me from entering the library and studying because they wanted to guilt-trip me into joining their religion. I gave them 2 minutes to give some reasons why their God is the best (immediately after which I said "whoop, time's up!"). But before I left one of them presented me with an analogy. She was so confident; it was almost cute. It went something like this:
her: Do you believe in gravity?
me: I suppose I believe in the theory of gravity.
her: So say I have an apple here in my hand. What's gonna happen if I drop it?
me: I suppose it's going to fall and hit the ground.
her: But how do you know that for sure?
me: Because I've dropped things before and seen it happen.
her: ...But, just play along; What if you've never done it before, how do you know gravity exists? You have faith in it, right?
me: Well, before I believed in gravity I would have to test it by dropping the apple a couple times. Then, after witnessing it, I would have reason based on my experience to believe that it will happen...
her: Well, c'mon, you know what I'm...okay, bad example.
At that point I started to walk away and, seeing that they'd been defeated, one of them just said "Well, think about it!" I did, girls. I did think about it.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
beanbag war syndrome.
I just thought I'd comment on the subject of how Andy, Tristan and I used to beat each other with bean bags and pillows and such, in response to them posting about it on their respective sites.
So Tristan would scare us sometimes. When he put on that blindfold and picked up the beanbag, he would transform. He would exorcise his inner demons through the large bag of beans. Sometimes, while Andy and I would be consistently uttering things like "who's over here?" and "take this...no, wait...AAUUGH!", Tristan would just be silent, waiting for the time to strike. I pictured him - since I had a blindfold on I couldn't see, right? - anyway, I always pictured him sitting perfectly still, feeling the vibrations and honing in on the sounds, and maybe rubbing mud on his face like war paint.
There's the time he broke Andy's shelf while in one of his berserker rages. We have it on film. You see me, crawling to avoid the swinging bean bag as it gets closer and closer. I get cornered by the shelf and just try to shield my head from the impending blow. Tristan swings and swings and gets closer and closer. Then he swings and there is a "CRASH", and items from the shelf as well as pieces of the shelf itself are seen flying through the air. Then I yell out in terror, thinking that I am next (luckily the battle was put on hold due to the damaged furniture and Andy's mom wondering what the noise was). Thinking back, I kind of look like a Vietnam POW in the video, cowering in the corner with a blindfold on.
Sometimes I have flashbacks when I'm in the middle of class, and I fall on the floor yelling "No! No! Tristan, you're still a man, you ain't no animal!! Andy's dead, man! Don't kill me!!" Well, maybe. Maybe I just made that up.
I just thought I'd comment on the subject of how Andy, Tristan and I used to beat each other with bean bags and pillows and such, in response to them posting about it on their respective sites.
So Tristan would scare us sometimes. When he put on that blindfold and picked up the beanbag, he would transform. He would exorcise his inner demons through the large bag of beans. Sometimes, while Andy and I would be consistently uttering things like "who's over here?" and "take this...no, wait...AAUUGH!", Tristan would just be silent, waiting for the time to strike. I pictured him - since I had a blindfold on I couldn't see, right? - anyway, I always pictured him sitting perfectly still, feeling the vibrations and honing in on the sounds, and maybe rubbing mud on his face like war paint.
There's the time he broke Andy's shelf while in one of his berserker rages. We have it on film. You see me, crawling to avoid the swinging bean bag as it gets closer and closer. I get cornered by the shelf and just try to shield my head from the impending blow. Tristan swings and swings and gets closer and closer. Then he swings and there is a "CRASH", and items from the shelf as well as pieces of the shelf itself are seen flying through the air. Then I yell out in terror, thinking that I am next (luckily the battle was put on hold due to the damaged furniture and Andy's mom wondering what the noise was). Thinking back, I kind of look like a Vietnam POW in the video, cowering in the corner with a blindfold on.
Sometimes I have flashbacks when I'm in the middle of class, and I fall on the floor yelling "No! No! Tristan, you're still a man, you ain't no animal!! Andy's dead, man! Don't kill me!!" Well, maybe. Maybe I just made that up.
"I am not afraid to die..."
Strange. Just this morning I had a song called "In the Lost and Found" stuck in my head, a song I haven't heard for probably a year or two. The catchy piano just started playing, over and over.
So they say Elliot Smith stabbed himself in the heart today. Jeez, man; too bad you're not still around to write a song about your own suicide. I guess the material for his album-in-the-works got to him. He always did stick to mopey, quietly pissed off kind of songs, but dammit, he was the best at it.
Strange. Just this morning I had a song called "In the Lost and Found" stuck in my head, a song I haven't heard for probably a year or two. The catchy piano just started playing, over and over.
So they say Elliot Smith stabbed himself in the heart today. Jeez, man; too bad you're not still around to write a song about your own suicide. I guess the material for his album-in-the-works got to him. He always did stick to mopey, quietly pissed off kind of songs, but dammit, he was the best at it.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Monday, October 20, 2003
Sunday, October 19, 2003
mint tea puzzle drinking, and fun with translators.
I translated some of Emi Necozawa's web diary using one of those online translators. Here are some highlights of the results:
"Making the tea drink, you nap. When lavender oil is kindled at the bedroom, rounding, the child we would like to see you slept. 2 hours later, it routs."
"Because work did one conclusion, the walking 2 going to the Egypt coffee of neighborhood next, while mint tea puzzle drinking, you converse."
"You become tired and - are."
"To unreasonable doing ballet. I of left-handedness the movement of the right one half of the body am bad."
"It is holiday after a long time of the 1 human drill. When you become suddenly 1 person, it is a little lonesome. However, 1 person today feeling is good."
I translated some of Emi Necozawa's web diary using one of those online translators. Here are some highlights of the results:
"Making the tea drink, you nap. When lavender oil is kindled at the bedroom, rounding, the child we would like to see you slept. 2 hours later, it routs."
"Because work did one conclusion, the walking 2 going to the Egypt coffee of neighborhood next, while mint tea puzzle drinking, you converse."
"You become tired and - are."
"To unreasonable doing ballet. I of left-handedness the movement of the right one half of the body am bad."
"It is holiday after a long time of the 1 human drill. When you become suddenly 1 person, it is a little lonesome. However, 1 person today feeling is good."
Friday, October 17, 2003
fun with e-libs.
Flag
A piece of material, usually attached to a dung beetle , used as a standard or signal, or to mark a bump , commonly attached to one end of a dingle . Flags have been chucked since delicious times and some symbols are universal. A white flag signals a newt ; a yellow flag signals the presence of thing . A nation signals its surrender by pushing its pants at half mast. To signal distress, one flies Harry Bovlin upside down.
Flag
A piece of material, usually attached to a dung beetle , used as a standard or signal, or to mark a bump , commonly attached to one end of a dingle . Flags have been chucked since delicious times and some symbols are universal. A white flag signals a newt ; a yellow flag signals the presence of thing . A nation signals its surrender by pushing its pants at half mast. To signal distress, one flies Harry Bovlin upside down.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
stuff and things.
Not much to talk about. I talked to a liberal arts advisor today, and he was not helpful at all. He pretty much drank a bunch of water and then spit in in my face and said "that's water I spit on your face, kid! Get a major!" That's pretty much what he did.
There may be a musical project in the works, a collaboration involving music and narrative. Check back here for updates on that.
Here is a link to my favorite ninja website.
And here is a quote from the past: "Vultures are scavengers, feeding off the remains of dead animals. Something fun to do is to put peanut butter in their mouths. Ha ha, stupid birds."
Not much to talk about. I talked to a liberal arts advisor today, and he was not helpful at all. He pretty much drank a bunch of water and then spit in in my face and said "that's water I spit on your face, kid! Get a major!" That's pretty much what he did.
There may be a musical project in the works, a collaboration involving music and narrative. Check back here for updates on that.
Here is a link to my favorite ninja website.
And here is a quote from the past: "Vultures are scavengers, feeding off the remains of dead animals. Something fun to do is to put peanut butter in their mouths. Ha ha, stupid birds."
Sunday, October 12, 2003
rain.
It's been raining a lot. All this water from the sky and stuff. Here is a picture of rain.
Rain.
It's been raining a lot. All this water from the sky and stuff. Here is a picture of rain.
Rain.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
the second coming.
Boy, that Guitar Wolf link sure got a lot of comments! Boy doggie!
Anyhoo, I posted this link a while back, but none of you seemed disturbed enough to convince me that you actually clicked and watched. So I'm posting it again, just because this is a monumental piece of work.
DavidHasselhoff.com
Boy, that Guitar Wolf link sure got a lot of comments! Boy doggie!
Anyhoo, I posted this link a while back, but none of you seemed disturbed enough to convince me that you actually clicked and watched. So I'm posting it again, just because this is a monumental piece of work.
DavidHasselhoff.com
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
"Last scene I cut the UFO by guitar-sword."
This page has a great interview with Seiji from Guitar Wolf. Perhaps the most insightful and entertaining rock interview I've ever read.
This page has a great interview with Seiji from Guitar Wolf. Perhaps the most insightful and entertaining rock interview I've ever read.
Monday, October 06, 2003
things that make me laugh for days.
Today in Japanese we were learning the words for different clothing, and verbs for "wear" and "take off" and such. The teacher asked a kid what he will wear for Halloween, and he replied in Japanese "I will wear scary pants."
The other day I passed a large, quarterback-built young man with a full middle-eastern beard. He was singing to himself "Back in the Saddle Again".
Today in Japanese we were learning the words for different clothing, and verbs for "wear" and "take off" and such. The teacher asked a kid what he will wear for Halloween, and he replied in Japanese "I will wear scary pants."
The other day I passed a large, quarterback-built young man with a full middle-eastern beard. He was singing to himself "Back in the Saddle Again".
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Refurnishing
I'm changing the color motif of my eblo, but I've run into a bit of trouble with the color of the links (that blue just does NOT work). The trouble is that I can't find the damn color code of the links in my html template. If I can't find the code, I can't change it.
If anyone thinks they know anything about this, just click on the big glaring blue "comments" word below and enlighten me.
I'm changing the color motif of my eblo, but I've run into a bit of trouble with the color of the links (that blue just does NOT work). The trouble is that I can't find the damn color code of the links in my html template. If I can't find the code, I can't change it.
If anyone thinks they know anything about this, just click on the big glaring blue "comments" word below and enlighten me.
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
I think one just humped my leg
"Fighting the Freshman Fifteen" - title of the book I saw being read by a thin, bleached-blond, Abercrombie-wearing girl
There are too many new students this year. The commons are always super full. The sidewalks are hazardous. Kids on bikes are battling for their spot in the bike lane. The library is always packed and the computers are always being used, so I don't get as much precious computer time to write for you people. I don't remember there being so many kids last year. I guess OSU just opened the floodgates for all these little biting, knawing freshman and said bring your tired, your poor, your backwards hats and low-cut jeans. "They're crawling out of the sewers like rats, climbing up the flagpole, and eating away at our stars and stripes!!"
Until I get my phone working I have to use the internet at the library, and so far that has not been easy. Students hover about like vultures. The kid next to me just got pecked at - "Are you done??" -"No, I just got here." I see a kid over there getting his ear bit off. Shoo, you harpies! Let me access my email in peace!!
The phone thing is getting on my nervies. Qwest asks me for an advance payment of $26, tells me to go to some place in town, pay the people and then fax them the reciept, there's a bunch of numbers I gotta know, so I go to the place, the lady's an asshole, she tells me I need more numbers, I'm still confused... So anyway today I'm going to call Qwest and tell them "Yeah, I'm seein who my friends are, mo fo, but I ain't goin to no Check for Cash crap to pay you." I don't know if you understood any of that, but just know that I'm
frustrated.
I think I see an impatient student setting up a sniper rifle, so I guess I should leave this computer. Oh but oh! I'm adding some links to my boyz' pages. Check those out if you haven't. (down at the bottom of this here page)
"Fighting the Freshman Fifteen" - title of the book I saw being read by a thin, bleached-blond, Abercrombie-wearing girl
There are too many new students this year. The commons are always super full. The sidewalks are hazardous. Kids on bikes are battling for their spot in the bike lane. The library is always packed and the computers are always being used, so I don't get as much precious computer time to write for you people. I don't remember there being so many kids last year. I guess OSU just opened the floodgates for all these little biting, knawing freshman and said bring your tired, your poor, your backwards hats and low-cut jeans. "They're crawling out of the sewers like rats, climbing up the flagpole, and eating away at our stars and stripes!!"
Until I get my phone working I have to use the internet at the library, and so far that has not been easy. Students hover about like vultures. The kid next to me just got pecked at - "Are you done??" -"No, I just got here." I see a kid over there getting his ear bit off. Shoo, you harpies! Let me access my email in peace!!
The phone thing is getting on my nervies. Qwest asks me for an advance payment of $26, tells me to go to some place in town, pay the people and then fax them the reciept, there's a bunch of numbers I gotta know, so I go to the place, the lady's an asshole, she tells me I need more numbers, I'm still confused... So anyway today I'm going to call Qwest and tell them "Yeah, I'm seein who my friends are, mo fo, but I ain't goin to no Check for Cash crap to pay you." I don't know if you understood any of that, but just know that I'm
frustrated.
I think I see an impatient student setting up a sniper rifle, so I guess I should leave this computer. Oh but oh! I'm adding some links to my boyz' pages. Check those out if you haven't. (down at the bottom of this here page)
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