I must have missed the kickoff
April 10th, 2005
Spent a lovely evening down in Norman with Sandra and company and got to enjoy my first experience with Pita Pit, thanks to Ryleigh. It's apparently the new hotness on campus with its hours rivaling even places that shuttle pizzas and its generally tasty fare. Even though I'm not generally a fan of pitas, this might have to become a more common occurrence.
Seriously. How are you going to advertise pitas with cartoons like those? Is the chicken running against Nixon? Is the bacon a little angsty? I'm really not comfortable with what the mustard is up to.
Yesterday I spent some time with Patrick and one of his seeming litany of proteges. It's reassuring to know that I'm not the only one that has had to deal with insane girls and the depression that seems to flow from just about all mid-teen infatuations. Girls. Probably not worth it now either. Later that morning a group of four of us strapping gents in our dark clothes and at least one leather jacket were walking down Robinson and about 30th making up pirate jokes. It would have been both thuggish and ruggish if it wasn't so laughable.
In tech news, I'm recompiling the linux kernel on the primary server to include support for reading NTFS so I can access all my old music and copies of Gundam Wing. Combining the versatility of Linux with the awesomeness of Trowa Barton. I might not leave the house for a week.
Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything but I'd go through hell for you...
Seriously. How are you going to advertise pitas with cartoons like those? Is the chicken running against Nixon? Is the bacon a little angsty? I'm really not comfortable with what the mustard is up to.
Yesterday I spent some time with Patrick and one of his seeming litany of proteges. It's reassuring to know that I'm not the only one that has had to deal with insane girls and the depression that seems to flow from just about all mid-teen infatuations. Girls. Probably not worth it now either. Later that morning a group of four of us strapping gents in our dark clothes and at least one leather jacket were walking down Robinson and about 30th making up pirate jokes. It would have been both thuggish and ruggish if it wasn't so laughable.
In tech news, I'm recompiling the linux kernel on the primary server to include support for reading NTFS so I can access all my old music and copies of Gundam Wing. Combining the versatility of Linux with the awesomeness of Trowa Barton. I might not leave the house for a week.
Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything but I'd go through hell for you...
Must be present to win a continuance
April 8th, 2005
A kink has arisen in the now apparently annual plan to hit up Nawlins over Memorial Day weekend. It seems that the propriators of the New Orleans Grand Palace have decided to give up the ghost so to speak, and have removed that hotel from all online booking sites...and the phone book. We'll just have to find some other sketchy sounding hotel under an interstate. The somewhat bigger problem will be making this affordable for all who are attending this year. Stupid capital yet again screwing with me. Oh well, something will work itself out. It always does.
Some ideas for those looking to get a little quick cash even though they have bills:
Some ideas for those looking to get a little quick cash even though they have bills:
- Just tell your bill collectors that you're poor and your old blind grandmother needs her medicine. Never-they-mind that gramma's medicine comes in wax-sealed bottles with a maker's mark on them.
- Don't worry about it now, and let the government help you with their own savings plan. "Wage Garnishment"
Try not to think of it as inhaling cedar sperm
April 6th, 2005
And the winner in this week's race for "Most obnoxious substance" is...
Yes, and since I very rarely if ever take any form of medication for my ailments, even the single antihistamine tablet so generously made generic by Wallgreen's flattens me in that old drowsy way for at least an hour. Since this happens about twice a year, you'd think I would prepare for such problems, but planning has thus far consisted of stocking up on the little pink pills for those nights when I give in to the pharmaceutical giants.
Plants don't have these problems when people reproduce.
Yes, and since I very rarely if ever take any form of medication for my ailments, even the single antihistamine tablet so generously made generic by Wallgreen's flattens me in that old drowsy way for at least an hour. Since this happens about twice a year, you'd think I would prepare for such problems, but planning has thus far consisted of stocking up on the little pink pills for those nights when I give in to the pharmaceutical giants.
Plants don't have these problems when people reproduce.
March like November
April 4th, 2005
Results for districts are in and some sleeper picks have taken the title. PCO and Norman? How does that work? I don't know. I didn't vote for them, nor did I watch the final rounds. Good for them, though, as I know that those kids work hard enough to deserve it. Victors and spoils and such.
Speak of sleeper picks, I think that I'm actually going to make some kind of online-viewable NCAA Bracket next year. This year's only had 660 points, but I did predict Michigan State's exceptional fare.
After Districts, Mike and I hit up the annual Medieval fair. Surprisingly, many of the attendees were both attractive and female. What is this world coming to? It could be that the proportion is the same, but I noticed that there were significantly more people there than there has been in years past, on the order of tens of thousands. It kind of makes me long for the days of wandering about the duck pond with Eric Buschelman in a bathrobe and tights.
Shortly after the medieval entertainment, I hopped over to Sandra's new apartment for a potluck dinner. I really like the opportunity to cook for people, and my pesto went over quite well. Patrick made the exceptional spaghetti sauce that he does, and Madeline brought a flan better than any flan I had before (not too difficult for the obvious reason). I had to ship out on the festivites a bit early so I could go out with the debate coach types and party it up in celebration of districts being over. Sometime at Lumpys, a set of young womyn in scanty attire started passing out promotional material for Coors and free beer. Something about mixing that level of sexuality and capitalism makes me skittish, so for probably the same reason that I don't go to strip clubs, I'm not going to be drinking Coors anytime soon. I'm sure that most (all) other beer companies use sexuality to sell their products, but none of the others have actually paraded such flagrant objectification in front of me as I am trying to line up my billiard shots. Pair that with the T-shirts from Al Eschbach's bar that say "Hired for Looks" and it was not a particularly good night for gender liberation.
Pope's dead. Mitch Hedberg's dead. Grandpa's dead. March is really mean.
In about the last 5 days, I've had 2 different people find me and email me, along with a serendipitous meeting with one of them at a local pizzeria. It's really exciting to start to catch up with people I miss, and I always feel bad about how slow I am to actually return the email. For those anxiously awaiting the Billy-chat, I promise it's on the way.
I've been listening to a good amount of Interpol in the last few days. I'll have to get the full albums from some(one|where) as they are very much the hipness.
CBrodt has come to the conclusion that the time change is actually caused by a scrapping-for-employment evil genie who just wants to make the world worse. This is not outside the realm of possibility as far as I'm concerned, as most of my evil genie run-ins have stolen real amounts of time from me.
I watched the pole dance of the stars.
Speak of sleeper picks, I think that I'm actually going to make some kind of online-viewable NCAA Bracket next year. This year's only had 660 points, but I did predict Michigan State's exceptional fare.
After Districts, Mike and I hit up the annual Medieval fair. Surprisingly, many of the attendees were both attractive and female. What is this world coming to? It could be that the proportion is the same, but I noticed that there were significantly more people there than there has been in years past, on the order of tens of thousands. It kind of makes me long for the days of wandering about the duck pond with Eric Buschelman in a bathrobe and tights.
Shortly after the medieval entertainment, I hopped over to Sandra's new apartment for a potluck dinner. I really like the opportunity to cook for people, and my pesto went over quite well. Patrick made the exceptional spaghetti sauce that he does, and Madeline brought a flan better than any flan I had before (not too difficult for the obvious reason). I had to ship out on the festivites a bit early so I could go out with the debate coach types and party it up in celebration of districts being over. Sometime at Lumpys, a set of young womyn in scanty attire started passing out promotional material for Coors and free beer. Something about mixing that level of sexuality and capitalism makes me skittish, so for probably the same reason that I don't go to strip clubs, I'm not going to be drinking Coors anytime soon. I'm sure that most (all) other beer companies use sexuality to sell their products, but none of the others have actually paraded such flagrant objectification in front of me as I am trying to line up my billiard shots. Pair that with the T-shirts from Al Eschbach's bar that say "Hired for Looks" and it was not a particularly good night for gender liberation.
Pope's dead. Mitch Hedberg's dead. Grandpa's dead. March is really mean.
In about the last 5 days, I've had 2 different people find me and email me, along with a serendipitous meeting with one of them at a local pizzeria. It's really exciting to start to catch up with people I miss, and I always feel bad about how slow I am to actually return the email. For those anxiously awaiting the Billy-chat, I promise it's on the way.
I've been listening to a good amount of Interpol in the last few days. I'll have to get the full albums from some(one|where) as they are very much the hipness.
CBrodt has come to the conclusion that the time change is actually caused by a scrapping-for-employment evil genie who just wants to make the world worse. This is not outside the realm of possibility as far as I'm concerned, as most of my evil genie run-ins have stolen real amounts of time from me.
I watched the pole dance of the stars.
ICPO
April 1st, 2005
Districts is going on again, and Edmond North is already out. Such the alma mater.
Sometime late night over the weekend, BillyLieurance.net will be down for about an hour while I redesign my home network. I love this nerd stuff. %)
Hey who's on trial?
Sometime late night over the weekend, BillyLieurance.net will be down for about an hour while I redesign my home network. I love this nerd stuff. %)
Hey who's on trial?
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