Iggy said it best

March 1st, 2006

<Sob> Days of wandering in to everyone's second home will never quite be the same. As of midnight, all the restaurants in Edmond have gone non-smoking. One would thing that for someone who has actually never gotten around to smoking ever in his life, this wouldn't be such a problem, but that kind of thinking denies the intricate ties that bind social groups together. How can I sit for 4 straight hours arguing whether or not a verb can modify a noun if the only people who are capable of holding their own in such a conversation start twitching every quarter hour or so? How can such a perfect combination of wit and substance abuse ever be found again?

How can I have ended Mardi Gras with more beads then when I started? Seems I don't understand the economy of flesh and plastic any better than the one with faith and credit.

Why do I write so many rhetorical questions, when I find them quite distracting while reading?

I'm somewhat optimistic though. With such a broad ban, this will not be like the mass exodus of 63rd at the top of the year. Much more likely is what happened in Montana, where a similar law was implemented last October.

Nearly three months after Denny's posted its no-smoking signs, general manager Tony Choriki still hears the occasional gripe, but the customers - including the smokers - keep coming. . . .

"Now, the same people show up, but they smoke outside," he said. . . .

Here's hoping.

Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a clan.
Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan.

Yaldabaoth in a hard hat

February 24th, 2006

Oklahoma, in a fit of being itself, decided to snow all this week after being mid-spring warm for the last several weeks. The silver thread running through the snowclouds is that I finally stayed in my apartment long enough to do laundry, including my coats. I'll be warm and not smelling like cat for at least a couple of days.

Again, in a fit of reminding me where I live, someone down at ODOT made the brilliant decision to shut I-240 down to one lane at 4:00 in the <censored> afternoon! How in the world do you justify this kind of stuff during rush hour on one of the most heavily travelled roads in the city? With evil.

For being straight, I sure do spend an awful lot of time at the gay bar. I do get to meet some interesting people, though.

I finally got around to taking some pictures of my cat. I'll upload them soon.

Why does the only reasonably (and actually quite, if a Sam Beckett reference is any indication) intelligent girl in any of my classes also have to be way out of my league?

Our mother has been absent
ever since we founded Rome
but there's gonna be a party
when the wolf comes home.

(Not) The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny

February 15th, 2006

The Heart was fun. I felt a little alone for the first couple of days without my standard debate crew (Avery, Nick, CB, Denise, etc.) to keep me company while waiting for pairings, but Andy Casey, Laura, Auntie Jan, and various others helped keep me sane. My spirits rose tremendously on Sunday evening, after Jason Stone praised me far more than I'm sure was necessary on my 2NR. KU hosted a swinging little get-together at a house in Lawrence, and Kate and Conor were nice enough to let me mooch off of their popularity and get through the door. I drank just a little bit, and chatted with Jennings, and regained my sense of social self-worth. The highlight of the next day was a round that Blake and Conor won on a politics disad of all things, while Conor was still nursing the hangover. This paragraph has lots of names in it.

Steenson?

Valentine's passed with but little pomp and almost no circumstance, though I must say I'm enjoying my truffles immensely.

My brother is 18 now. That makes me about...28. Scary.

I'm in the process of trying to decide if I want to save eligibility, not debate at CEDA nationals, but have 3 full topics left (and vacation time this year), or try and make some scruffy arguments and have some fun in Dallas. Thoughts?

Waffles and love.

But I'm not Doc Holiday. I'm just Val Kilmer.

February 6th, 2006

I've had a good and relaxing weekend, the first in a very long time. Now that I'm feeling more rested, witty, and tactful, I think it's about time to return to the land of the living. I got at least a small amount of responsible things like homework and debate work done over my little break, but mostly I spent time with my kitty, watching bittorrented TV episodes, and overeating. I'm much more sane now.

I completely missed the Super Bowl. Just forgot it took place. Probably for the best.

Heart this weekend will be interesting from a debating standpoint, and hopefully fun. If Scarah comes along to keep Nick company, maybe he won't even want to go home early. ;)

Pi is not infinite. It stops when Chuck Norris tells it to.

So this is what the volume knob's for.

I laugh until my head comes off

February 1st, 2006

The worst kinds of drama can only happen when time is not a plentiful commodity. This is another of the now 43 reasons I'm taking myself out of the world for a bit.

A couple of weekends ago, OU's debate team hosted the first annual David L Boren Invitational Tournament for the high schoolers of this state and various others. The order of the day was giving back the land, questions of diversity in our little activity, and the occasional discussion of unwarranted searches in public housing. I was really proud of the tournament for encouraging that kind of though-intensive debating, and especially for promoting meaningful diversity in rounds and awards. Congrats to all.

If only someone else could be so successful with his debate prep. Perhaps then the State of the Union would have been a bit more exciting. I got really bored listening to the same old spiel from the same old slow-talking mouth. Didn't you think that Bush looked tired?

Even worse is the news that the other president is officially retiring at the end of this year.

In the last week or so, I learned two very important lessons about my social life. First, I discovered that partying is the same at 30 as at 20, just with more married people and slightly less lameness. Secondly, for being a heterosexual male, I spend a rather large portion of my "going out" time at the gay clubs.

Classes are going well. I have one easy class involving communicative practices of the inter-personal nature, and one real class learning how I can convince computers to solve ridiculously long equations. I've already gotten to use the best programming language ever to do one of the homework problems, so I'm pretty happy. Hopefully the rest of the semester will go as well.

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,
illuminate the NO's on their vacancy signs,
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
then I'll follow you into the dark.