today i found a website that will create a poem from the contents of a given website. it came up with this for my page:
it seems quite
complicated for the man
curtain vid for a great excuse
to my usual
friends beer and cigarettes but
not an option:
prelims are may
2003 so much for that. at and horrible.
Archive for May, 2003
as my ghost writer alluded to, last night’s total lunar eclipse was a bust. overcast skies made for zero view, which was even more disappointing when my sis called from wisconsin mid-phase to tell me how cool it was.
but the migas this morning: fantastic.
update on my summer plans: i’ll be in GA from June 2 - July 5. i’ll also be living in a dorm room with a roommate, something i haven’t done since MASS. this is not an attractive prospect, but it is the most convenient.
saw a mighty wind a couple nights ago. it was funny, but not as good as waiting for guffman or best in show. but i saw it at the dobie, which made for a great excuse to hit the dog & duck afterwards. good times were had by all.
yesterday afternoon i took a walk to the speedway mart. in my travels i noticed that there exists a spooky house across the street set far back from the sidewalk, hidden behind a bunch of ominous trees and overgrown weeds. i’m fascinated by this sort of thing, and spent the next couple of minutes wondering if anyone lived there. then i spied the notorious black cat sleeping on someone’s porch.
these few observations prompted last night’s journey in dreamland:
i decided to go searching for the owner of black cat. i had this crazy idea that if i brought a rotisserie chicken to the owner, they would be happy to keep black cat at bay. so i wandered around town with my chicken, looking for the owner, when i stopped at the aforementioned spooky house. despite my persistent knocking, no one answered the door, so i went home. a few minutes later the occupants of the house emerged, came to my house, and said “give us a break, we’re alcoholics… we would have gotten to door eventually”. We had a really nice chat and they enjoyed the chicken. I’m not sure if the black cat issue was settled.
It’s really hot today — I mean, sweat dripping from my face hot. It’s nasty and horrible. stick stick sticky. That’s all I have to say about that.
I did an amazing thing today: i woke up at 06:45 and got to school by 08:15. I had planned on staying until 17:00 but my growling stomach got the better of me so at 14:30 I breaked. Things are going well with my Area B studies, but I am quite sure that Area A is a lost cause. I wonder if Wolfram would take me back. This afternoon I found myself missing Assram and its unlimited supply of fountain diet coke and binder clips. I suppose the work was occasionally interesting, as well. I should check up on Ryan T and bug him about our canyonlands campout.
Is everybody psyched for tomorrow’s total lunar eclipse?
boring days are upon me.
the spring 2003 semester has come and gone. during these past, oh, i guess you could call them “stressful” weeks, i have found solace not in my usual friends (beer and cigarettes) but from another elixer you can find at your local quix or in vast refillable abundance at most eateries in austin. I’m talking about diet coke from a fountain. two turn tables and a microphone, fountain bevvies are where it’s at. and i cannot quench my cravings. this 20 FL OZ of diet dr pepper is not cutting the mustard. there’s just something about fountain pop that kicks cans in their aluminum asses. i found a website on carbonating at home but it seems quite complicated for someone who doesn’t actually own their kitchen.
as i was saying… finals are over. applied sucked my ass dry, but i think i rocked numerical A. but r&r is not an option: prelims are may 21 and 23. so here i am, back in my office, errr… not studying. gotta work on that.
this past weekend i saw two fantastic (and quite different) movies. the first was The Professional directed and written by Luc Besson. Natalie Portman was awesome as 12 year old Mathilda; it seems like such a shame that she wasted her time on Star Wars. in a nutshell: the movie was superb, one of the best movies i’ve seen in some time. i won’t get into details: you can read imdb for that. 4 stars!
the second movie i watched this weekend was Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I must admit that when I turned it on I wasn’t really in the mood for a rock and roll musical (i was having flashbacks to Rocky Horror which, though fantastic, is one of those movies that i need to be in a certain mood to watch — drunk?). Anyway, I turned on Hedwig… and was immediately engrossed. First of all, the music in this film is amazing: just good old fashion rock and roll with a twist of punk and lyrics that’ll knock your merkin off. This is all enhanced by the sad autobiography humorously told by Hedgwig, a she-he who grew up a he in east Berlin towards the end of the cold war. in order to move to america, he had a botched sex change, gets married, and moves to america, only to be abandoned by his lover and left only with what he calls an “angry inch”. Like most musicals, this one’s all about love and Hedwig’s theory that at one point we were all the same gender and sex is a way of bringing us back together again. Funny, sad, entertaining. I give it 4 stars.
Melanie and Jim had a party on Saturday night. I managed to get drunk after 3 drinks. The good news: mushroom and pineapple pizza.
needless to say, work was not on sunday’s agenda. tim and i hit julio’s for some sunday enchiladas, then had a very nice afternoon hanging out, drinking beer, and being a consumer. overall the day was delicious, and when it was over, i had another enchilada plate for dessert.
ivy has been getting in quite a few tiffs with the black cat lately (the symbolism is uncanny). so at 4a.m. this morning i woke up to a random noise… ifound ivy and the black cat in my hallway (I guess i had left the window open for ivy). fortunately black cat ran out when he saw me. the whole experience was rather strange, but i wasn’t conscious enough to register it as being so.
there was only one thing i could do: sleep in until 10:30am. sweet relief.
so it seems that the moustache is creeping back into the realm of “hip”. i spotted three today, none of which belonged to tom selleck or burt reynolds. in fact, i’d say that their owners couldn’t have been older than 30. there should be a law in this country forbidding snatch faces on anyone younger than 45.
my applied class is officially over. the final exam was fair, but i was still woefully unprepared. on my walk home, i listened to Erasure’s “Victim of Love”.
over the weekend i built my bed. pictures and plans to follow as a favor to the greater internet community.
saw X2 on Saturday — in one word: Wolverine. In two words: wicked awesome.
exactly two weeks until my area B. fjear.
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