30.11.02
For your next witty repartee, try an Imelda Marcos joke. The Imelda Marcos joke, or IMJ, as no one calls it, is great for situations in which someone has a lot of shoes, or rings, or massive houses built by Filipino boys or something. Try:
Someone: Gosh, I sure do wish I had a $2400 pair of Manolo Blahniks.
You: What are you, Imelda Marcos?
Trust me, it's even funnier when no one gets it. And it'll be a hysterical laff riot if you don't get it, either.
26.11.02
I think I can pinpoint the exact moment when my serious lack of sleep over the past 3 days caught up with me.
agntkoala: i wish i knew englsih
DrasticMan: how clever
DrasticMan: 8.5 / 10
agntkoala: que?
agntkoala: oh, you're mistaking my retardation as a joke
DrasticMan: haha
DrasticMan: well, then
agntkoala: it's still funny that i'm stupid though
DrasticMan: haha
DrasticMan: okay
DrasticMan: glad to hear I can still laugh
agntkoala: why's that
agntkoala: jesus!
agntkoala: i'm so slow!
DrasticMan: hahaha
DrasticMan: now you're just mugging for the camera
agntkoala: i was like, "why? is he sad or something?"
DrasticMan: haha
agntkoala: "maybe he sold his soul like Bart did."
I think that completely proves the Ralph thing right.
25.11.02
Random ramblings from the Undergrad:
Time never seems to pass in the library at night. The lights are so bright and the caffeine is keeping me from being tired so I have no sense of time at all, although I sure have procrastinated this paper for a long time. I should have brought my optical mouse because my index finger is getting sore from using the little nubbin mouse in the middle of the keyboard. I'm hungry and sick and lazy, how am I supposed to write like that?
23.11.02
So, you know why they call Detroit "Motown" right? It's definitely not because of the scenes depicted in the movie 8 Mile. That movie is just another justification as to why Detroit is the worst place ever and that I never want to go there again.
Dude, last night's basketball game was so fantastically awesome, holy cow. 71-67, eat that, you New Jersey private school bastards. Also, the perk of being in band is that I was 3 rows up from courtside. If you watch SportsCenter carefully, you can see me jumping and beating on my friend David. I rule.
As many of you well know, Amanda and I like to plan things. We like to plan things A LOT, even more than actually doing them. Our current plan is "24 Hours of 24." This should take place over Christmas break, as I expect to receive the DVD set for Christmas (hint hint, Mom). The actual viewing should take about 18 hours, since DVDs have no commercials. This should leave ample time for bathroom breaks and meals. But still, no sleeping or leaving allowed. Hopefully Jenny will be joining us for this, as her 24 obsession rivals mine. If you think you're man enough, drop me a line and join us. Bring food and caffeine.
16.11.02
minivan5000: how long did you have to work?
SuperJen4: 6pm-1am
minivan5000: yuck
minivan5000: closing time
minivan5000: with all those people in the movie theater, it sounds like a sticky situation for everyone
minivan5000: hahahahahaha
SuperJen4: oh my word
15.11.02
DrasticMan: make out with adam!
agntkoala: adam doesn't want to make out with me
DrasticMan: pshaw
DrasticMan: you lie
agntkoala: he doesn't, i can tell
DrasticMan: well, screw that
DrasticMan: girl-rape him
DrasticMan: use popsicle sticks and duct tape to set it up
agntkoala: all right.
agntkoala: won't there be...**gulp**...splinters?
DrasticMan: use lacquer
agntkoala: this is way more complicated than buying a hooker
12.11.02
Whoa. So the plan was to wake up at early, go to breakfast at Fountain, go to the computer lab, then go to class. Well the early part just wasn't cool with me. So I pushed things off about 30 minutes, and by then it was pouring rain. I decided breakfast wasn't worth enough for rain. So I slept some more then I went to class. Our guest lecturer didn't show so we did course evaluations and were sent home to watch the video lecture of the chapter. Now I am in the great Leazar computer lab. I better go ahead and get all the quality time in here I want cause by next fall I won't be able to use it. I'll also lose the @eos.ncsu.edu e-mail address I could use to make myself feel special. Sad sad.
And so it goes. UNC went from being a basketball school to a football school in a few brief months last year. And now, with a 2-? (I lost count. I think it might be 7) football record and one of the best recruiting classes Carolina has ever seen in basketball, I sense a return to the status quo. And since I grew up living and breathing Carolina basketball, I couldn't be happier. Actually, what I watched last night didn't seem like Carolina basketball the way I'm used to seeing it played. For some unknown reason, Coach Smith and Coach Guthridge really really really liked big slow white guys. And I suppose they got the job done. But Doherty (a former UNC big slow white guy) has completely revolutionized the team. Look at his first recruiting class - Jackie Manuel, Melvin Scott, and Jawad Williams (and Neil Fingleton, but we'll ignore him since he played 2 minutes total before he transferred). Smaller than Eric Montross or Serge Zwikker, quicker, with a better inside game (except maybe Melvin). His second recruiting class has only 2 big men, the rest are players like Raymond Felton and Rashad McCants. Felton is so quick he can make you look absolutely stupid. Anyway, I'm really excited that we're going to be good in basketball again, sorry this post wasn't very funny.
I would like to share with you all the concept for a restaurant that Sarah Burney and I are planning on opening one day. Sarah and I are both pretty good cooks, you see, and enjoy making interesting new dishes. However, the innate problem with having a restaurant is that you have to make whatever food your customer wants, not what you feel like cooking. Which leads us to the tentative name of the restaurant: 'You'll Eat it, and You'll Damn Well Like it.' Instead of taking orders, we would just cook whatever we felt like. Come at six and you might be eating spagetti and potatoes. At seven you might get stir-fry and salad. Maybe at eight we'll grill steaks and fry up some okra. You'll eat it, and you'll damn well like it.
So it has been brought to my attention that not everyone is familiar with my favorite comic FoxTrot. It is the happenings of Andy and Roger, and their kids Peter, Paige, and Jason. Andy is a writer, Roger has some sort of job, Peter is a senior in high school, Paige is a freshman in high school, and Jason is in fourth or fifth grade. I read it on a daily basis and now own two regular books, and three anthologies. I started to seriously read the comic back in 1997 and even was dorky enough for a few months to cut out the strip every single day and keep them. I used a glue stick and glued them to sheets of paper, and now have a nice homemade book at home.
Here is a sample strip from October 31, 2002
My second favorite comic is Get Fuzzy. I started to read this one in 2001 when I would get the paper everyday at school. It stars Rob, the owner of a dog, Satchel, and a cat, Bucky. I own the two regular books that have come out. I am debating about getting the first anthology.
Here is a sample strip from October 28, 2002
Other honorable comic mentions are: Cathy, Dilbert, Baby Blues, Jump Start, Sally Forth, Zits, and Family Circus
4.11.02
I guess it was a couple of years ago, my mom and I were talking about whether we would vote for Elizabeth Dole if she ever ran for anything in North Carolina. And I thought, sure, she seems pretty cool. Red Cross and shit. And, lo and behold, here she is running for the Senate and here I am, old enough to vote. So am I going to vote for her? Fuck no. In all my twenty one years of life I have never seen such a dirty, bitchy, sneaky, outright disgusting campaign war. You should see their TV ads. "Vote for Dole because BOWLES IS A BAD, BAD MAN." "Vote for Bowles because ELIZABETH DOLE IS A HEINOUS BITCH." "Vote for Dole because BOWLES IS THE DEVIL INCARNATE." And so on and so forth. I may just vote for the crazy Libertarian canidate just to cancel the two of them out. Oh, who am I kidding. I have a lab report and a term paper due Wednesday. Unless I can vote while hunched over my computer in my cave-like dwelling, it's not going to happen. But still. Pisses me right off.
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