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The Bush administration was correct in this declaration. The Geneva Conventions clearly specify that to be eligble for protections of the Conventions, the persons in question must both have a reciprocal allegance to a nation-state (i.e. you say you fight for the nation, the nation agrees) and you wear the uniform of that nation. Since neither of those conditions were met, de facto they are inelgible.
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Friday, October 31st, 2008
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Friday, January 4th, 2008
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Your results:
You are River (Stowaway)
| River (Stowaway) |
| 90% |
| Wash (Ship Pilot) |
| 85% |
| Derrial Book (Shepherd) |
| 85% |
| Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) |
| 85% |
| Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) |
| 80% |
| Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) |
| 75% |
| A Reaver (Cannibal) |
| 70% |
| Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) |
| 70% |
| Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) |
| 70% |
| Inara Serra (Companion) |
| 60% |
| Alliance |
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Even though you may have some personality problems,
(most likely due to being too smart
and/or from experiments done on you),
you are extremely talented and loved.
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Click here to take the Serenity Firefly Personality Test
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Sunday, October 21st, 2007
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Saturday, April 21st, 2007
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us several beers
have been awarded an
ultimate fighter
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Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
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Read from an NRA instructer on townhall.com, about your firearms:
"NEVER draw me in ANGER, NEVER holster me in SHAME!"
...I may just have to get that engraved on my revolver.
I just love reading the former military guys posts...
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Thursday, March 1st, 2007
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"The society of late twentieth century America is perhaps the first in human history where most grown men do not routinely bear arms on their persons and boys are not regularly raised from childhood to learn skill in the use of some kind of weapon, either for community or personal defense - club or spear, broadsword or long bow, rifle or Bowie knife. It also happens to be one of the rudest and crudest societies in history, having jubilantly swept most of the etiquette of speech, table, dress, hospitality, fairness, deference to authority and the relations of male and female and child and elder under the fraying and filthy carpet of politically convenient illusions. With little fear of physical reprisal Americans can be as loud, gross, disrespectful, pushy, and negligent as they please. If more people carried rapiers at their belts, or revolvers on their hips, It is a fair bet you would be able to go to a movie and enjoy he dialogue from the screen without having to endure the small talk, family gossip and assorted bodily noises that many theater audiences these days regularly emit. Today, discourtesy is commonplace precisely because there is no price to pay for it."
Samuel Francis
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Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
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Two things.
One. You know you've been in school too long when you derive two equations over 4 pages of your thesis and you feel as elated as if you just found a $50 in your pocket.
Two. I have officially just thought of the most awesome vanity license plate ever. It is so awesome, in fact, that I might just have to go down and order it tomorrow.
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Monday, February 12th, 2007
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Given my penchant for blasting cheesy 80's pop movie themes, I have become aware that my thesis writing process (or is it a method?) is beginning to resemble a Rocky-esque training montage.
YOU'RE THE BEST. AROUND!
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Saturday, February 10th, 2007
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Thursday, February 1st, 2007
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| luxanebulis challenges the_tay on their honesty. | | | | | the_tay admits to having stolen all the pies, such honesty puts luxanebulis to shame. | | luxanebulis has been defeated by the_tay | | However the comotion has awoken luxanebulis's parent Absolutionis | | Absolutionis challenges the_tay on their honesty. | | | | | the_tay admits to having stolen all the pies, such honesty puts Absolutionis to shame. | | Absolutionis has been defeated by the_tay | | However the comotion has awoken Absolutionis's parent cupati | | cupati challenges the_tay on their honesty. | | | | | the_tay admits to having stolen all the pies, such honesty puts cupati to shame. | | cupati has been defeated by the_tay | | However the comotion has awoken cupati's parent remotegoat | | remotegoat challenges the_tay to prove their social status. | | | | | the_tay bears their right buttock to display The Royal Crest and the words By appointment to Her Majesty the Queen, remotegoat has been suitably humiliated. | CONGRATULATIONS YOU WIN
THE_TAY SCORED: 4/4 (100%) | | You have defeated all players at this level. | | Congratulations you have been awarded an ultimate fighter level of 4 | | Future games will be harder I'm afraid! |
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Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
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Monday, January 29th, 2007
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If you post a comment I'll
1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) In retort, you must spread this disease in your LJ
or you can answer these questions for me and I'll answer anyway =P
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Sunday, January 28th, 2007
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If I can't manage to work up any more enthusiasm for working on my thesis, I'd best channel some energy into this.
It's hard to believe that it's nearly February already. That means there's only 8 months until my self-defined deadline to finish my PhD. There's only 6 months until I have to be out of the apartment! My motivation for soldiering on through the research is waning at the moment, no doubt in part due to my return from presenting on what I've done so far.
That should clear itself up, more or less, by tomorrow. The greater danger here is simply that I'm frustrated with it all. I've been in Gainesville for eight and a half years. That's more than half as long as my brother has been alive, and nearly a third of my own life!
There's only so long I can tolerate this place- and once I get there, no amount of boozing, shooting, racquetball, or car improvements will suffice to keep me happy.
I go to bars, and become amazed at how young everyone looks.
I drive around, and feel swarmed by the expensive cars of the yuppie freshmen whose parents bought them a brand spanking new WRX and/or Beemer, which has convinced them they now know all there is to know about driving. Equally bad on that score are the wide-piped lawnmowers that pass as Honda Civics around here. I swear, as soon as my Forester has brush guards, I'm going to push these fucking morons into an embankment when they buzz me. Either that or whip out a little 9mm love.
Either way, I feel slightly old and slightly slow. That sucks. I think it's all coming to a head with my friend Briggs finshing up his PhD. As of now, I'm the third most senior student in the group, and the feeling that it's time to move on continues to grow.
The only thing left to do is to buckle down and get it done. How easy that is in the abstract, and how simple an execution.
"Simplify, simplify."
...too many roots. I have too much stuff keeping me here, and I perhaps resent that somewhat. That one's Tiney's fault, in part. (Edit: The too much stuff, not the resentment) I am not so nomadic as I once was... and I think it might be good to rid myself of some these things I'm hoarding.
Oddly enough, the challenge of shedding some of these possessions makes me feel rather elated, and a little hopeful.
And everyone likes the sound of THAT.
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Friday, December 8th, 2006
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Dr. Gregory House
55% Eccentricity, 75% Confidence, 20% Kindness
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Congratulations, you're the man himself, Dr. Gregory House! You're quite strange, and usually do your own thing regardless of what anyone else thinks. This is partially because a person with an ego as large as yours could not care less what anyone else thinks or feels about anything. Unless, of course, they're your patient and they're dying--but only if they're dying of something interesting! You're a definite asshole to most other people, but at least you know how to be one in style, with an awesome wit, comfortable sneakers, and a never ending variety of facial expressions.
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 99% on Eccentricity | | You scored higher than 99% on Confidence | | You scored higher than 99% on Kindness |
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If you're surprised, you don't know me very well.
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Thursday, December 7th, 2006
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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
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That's right, consecutive post days for the first time in years. I'm still at work, feeling uncertain about many things in my research, but trying not to worry too much about it.
Just one of those days, I guess.
Research is often like chasing ships in the ocean sea- long periods of treading water, followed by a madcap dash to get aboard when the opportunity arises. You get taken so far by it, but then you're back in the water, trying to keep your head up as you keep swimming.
This particular problem is especially vexing, as it stands in the way of my final road to the thesis. I won't go into it, it's somewhat complicated, quite boring, and since it's related to a vacuum system, it sucks more than most things.
Leave it to be said that I am short-tempered as a result, which doesn't happen all that often. It's not as bad as having my couch stolen, but if I come home to find my bed is missing, someone's going down.
I think the best thing for the spirit at the moment would be to go to Wal-mart. Now THERE'S some shades of an undergraduate student; the world was filled with unlimited opportunity, every day was filled with the prospect of new and exciting things, and Metal Gear Solid could be played all night for free in the Electronics section.
Plus, everybody was still friends then. I'm not sure which part I miss more.
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Friday, December 1st, 2006
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Well, Ashley's been bugging me to post- and since I really have little to no excuse here except laziness, I might as well. Further, I feel rather unconcerned with the ramifications of my posting access, and of all the things I have to say that could wound the pride and deflate the ego (others as well as my own). Thus, a brief and immediate update on all things FMV4.
In no particular order-
-Went down to Miami a couple weeks back. Saw Austin, Jordan, Annie, and very briefly, Bruno. It almost pains me to say it, but Austin is no longer the knockdown guy in any of our lives, Gainesvillians. In an unprecedented display of maturity, responsibility, and (positive) predictability, Austin is living clean, frugally, and focused. I would have been convinced that I was in an alternate reality induced by my drive on the turnpike had it not been for the (ironically) stable presence of Austin's parents, and (of course) Jordan's wild and invigorating discourse on the virtues of thrift and detail. Plus, Austin kicked my ass at Initial D. It was good to finally get back down there and touch base, even if only to see everyone really moving along in life. Good for the spirit, that.
-It's been a busy football season, and for the first time in a long time, I got to make it to a couple games. That's really the only noteworthy point there, the drinking and swearing have been typical for a pretty long time.
-Visited Ft. Myers for the first time in a while. It can now be said that at the very least, both I and my future in-laws are well armed, decent shots, and have a healthy respect for each other. Tiney and I went to the beach- I burned, she tanned, I threw her into the Gulf out of spite.
The nightlife in Ft. Myers is not nearly as exciting as that in Gainesville, and so I really enjoyed going out for a beer and some Gator football on the big screen. I could see putting down some roots there once this "grad school" thing finishes up.
Most everyone down here is doing well, also. Yay!
-My parents are in a new house, a much SMALLER house. Thus, I have been helping out as much as possible when I'm down there in an attempt to drive my esteemed father's wailing to a bare minimum. After a near-complete refurbish, one extra room, furniture replacement, painting, landscaping, two fridges, three vacuum cleaners, a backwards dryer door, a new TV, two stereos, 7 remotes, 75 pounds of weight loss (from my father), and a reappropriated mirror later, I only get a call once every week or so asking for assistance in the next house project.
Also, my brother's boat is #3 out of HS in the nation. They're better than Harvard's 8. Eat balls, Massholes.
-Subarus are awesome off-road vehicles. That's it.
-Tiney, after many years of hearing me bitch and moan about being poverty-stricken, frugal, and otherwise cantankerous, now is experiencing the same feeling. I'm loving it; she understands me a little more now. She's still whiny about being in Orlando while I work crazily up in the big G, but at least there's no arguments in dollars now.
-Work for the PhD(s nuts) grinds on, ever as ever. I work a lot of hours, don't feel like I get enough done, and things keep blowing up and/or breaking. That was the good news.
-Bahr and Bebo STILL won't let me see their apartment. Something about giant spiders and semi-sentient food products. I seem to recall something about WoW. I can't be certain, my eyes tend to glaze over when MMRPGS come up in conversation.
-I'm musing over what gun to get next. The .357 is pretty sweet, but do I want a 9mm, a .40 pistol, or just a nice bolt-action Springfield .303? Choices are awesome.
-About the only place I haven't been this year is Jacksonville, in spite of Andrew's urging. Well, there's always Christmas.
-I really should update more. Might as well get some mileage out of this paid account. Plus, there's too many idiots clogging up the interweb with barely literate drivel. While I may not be particularly entertaining, I like to use big words.
-P.S. This sentence doesn't say anything, and you read it anyway.
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Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
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Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006
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Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
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Ok, I'm a meme-whore. Answer truthfully, if you must- bonus points will be given for outlandish statements and unsupportable conclusions. Comments, of course, are screened, if you don't mind me sharing your crazy perspective, indicate so in the comment.
P.S. Ninjas.
(1 Point) My first name:
(2 Points) My last name:
(5 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:
(3 Points) Who was my first celeb-crush:
(2 Points) Do I have any children:
(2 Points) What work do I do:
(3 Points) What am I afraid of:
(2 Points) Do I smoke:
(3 Points) Do I drink:
(2 Points) Do I have any siblings:
(1 Point) Do I like 'em:
(4 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:
(2 Points) How many tattoos do I have:
(3 Points) What's my favorite type of music:
(2 Points) What's my favorite TV show:
(2 Points) Who is my favorite band/artist:
(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:
(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
(2 Points) What’s my favourite color:
(3 Points) Name something I hate:
(4 Points) Name a talent I have:
(4 Points) Do I have any pets:
(2 Points) Who am I dating right now:
(1 Point) What did I study in university:
(4 Points) Name something OUTSIDE my major I've studied in university:
(5 Points) What is my worst habit:
(5 Points) What month am I irrationally (or rationally) afraid of?
(5 Points) What is my strangest bad habit?
5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:
(5 Points on creativeness) Who is my favourite philosopher?
(6 points for correctness and ingenuity) How do I know you, and why are we friends?
(3 Points for each correct answer) Who on my friends list have I slept with?
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Though I wasn't able to do any work towards my dissertation (other than the normal activities generating data for it), I can't help but feel today was more creative than most, and thus not such a waste. It's been a long road going after this doctorate- and there looks to be a good ways yet to go. Someone once said that we're destined to live our lives in a state of quiet desperation, and I can't help but think about that.
Granted, my desperation (such as it is) is destined to be anything but quiet.
If that's the case, I can hardly make the case for living a mediocre life- suffering silently while life heaps inequities upon me not only seems futile, but also so boring as not to be believed. But even that would be preferable to nothing at all.
Nothing can stop fate from piling weight after weight- but would someone who wants a challenge in life prefer differently?
Challenge and strife can be merely problems, but they also hide great rewards in their difficulty and risk. The Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times," becomes a blessing when applied to the correct temperament.
So, given my inscrutable rambling above, you may wonder, "where on earth is he going with this?"
The paragraphs above are both a castigation and a benediction to myself and my friends. It becomes so easy to settle into your day-to-day routine, wishing for the tranquility of a nostalgic past, or looking too far ahead to the bright future ahead.
I really loved all the parties in 105, and I thought that while it was all so crazy back then, it didn't matter, because we were all weird and wild together- but it all fell apart, and I know that I can't get it back. I'm looking forward to a lot of things, too- Christmas, stopping in J'ville to see Jack, Sue, Matt, Dara, and Andrew, I'm going to graduate, AUSTIN'S going to graduate, and so many things are going to happen.
But, I'm both no longer there, and yet not there yet. Right now, I've got a lot of work to do, a lot of weights to lift, a lot of beers to drink, lots of love to give out- and I'd best get to gettin'.
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Sunday, November 5th, 2006
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First, take that heading with a grain of salt. I do not, technically, live in a van, and Gainesville doesn't really have rivers. There is a creek near my apartment, but that doesn't qualify, and there isn't any way to canoe down it (at least, not that I know of).
There is a small bit of relevance in the title of this post, I will concede. Today was the ECS/SFB Suwannee River Canoeing trip, and so I have connected my day to the river. The day began quietly enough, with an early jaunt to Publix to acquire supplies for the day. I purchased an 18 pack of Coors Light, and a delicious roast beef sub, deciding at the last minute not to pick up any cleaning supplies for the house. A busybody passing by inquired if the beer and sandwich were to be my breakfast.
Naturally, I rewarded her nosiness with the unflappable affirmative; "Naturally, but I'm not TOO hungry, that's why there's only 18 beers."
I proceeded onward, to a nervous cashier who overheard the exchange- "Those aren't really for breakfast, right?"
"No, of course not, don't be silly. ...that's lunch."
Then it was off to Target, where I discovered that 1/3 of the planned attendees, weren't.
The drive to Suwannee was uneventful- well, let me restate that- as uneventful as it could be with Sean and Lars cracking on just about every topic under the sun. A less-than-inclusive list of topics includes buttsex, the magnitude of the suckitude of FSU, beer, fighting bears (that's people fighting bears, not fighting as an adjective, for reference), bitching about the cold, and the fact that they might actually be forced to paddle a canoe.
Shocking.
So, a few turns, some payment, one off-road drive involving 4-wheel drifting in a 15-passenger van, and the securing of beer-filled coolers into canoes, and we're in the river, with 4 miles of water separating us from our cars. Naturally, the first thing to do in this situation is to break the 13 people on the trip into their respective canoes.
Sean and Lars leapt into theirs and proceeded to christen their journey by immediately cracking open and downing two beers, then subsequently charging their canoe head-on into the limestone wall of the riverbed. The other 3 ECS members (myself, Aijie, and Briggs) hopped into the flagship canoe (thus named for its heavy cooler loaded with provisions and the 3 of us), the SS Orazem.
Jim and April took another, and the remaining six, who no one here will know, split into their requisite canoes, which I will mention if the need arises.
Thus loaded, our merry band scoots about the relatively deep water of the set-in point on our way down the river. A short stop on a sugar-sand beach to allow Jim to pee and then tumble down the powdery hill into the frigid water, and we're back underway.
My canoe, being loaded for bear, begins to have difficulty traversing some of the shallower regions of the waterway, making the trip an occasional start-and-stop affair as I jump out to free us.
Several beers have been consumed by this point, and this is where the singing begins.
The tone of the landscape is usually defined by the quality of singing, and I will say that once the whole flotilla got into its rhythm, a serious song really made the trip enjoyable. Aijie didn't need to paddle, being the third in the canoe, and so she started softly singing in Chinese. The water lever being so low made it look like we had actual cliffs on the side of the river, and I forget we're in Florida for a moment. I was back in Asia for a little while, and that alone was more relaxing than anything else the whole day.
Tranquility, though, tends to be fleeting with this crew. True to form, we stopped on another sandy bank to catch a bite from the rations. There was some burping, some cigar smoke, and a little piracy between friends.
Then it was on to the Suwannee Sulfur Springs. I'm sure that would be quite the attraction when there's sufficient water to cover part of the retaining wall, but right now, it's a smelly little 72-degree alcove with lots of green-tinted rocks and a quick trickle of water in and out. Jim, naturally, jumped in from the retaining wall, then climbed, and subsequently fell off the rock in the center. That one's on film.
Back to the boats, and now Sean, Jim and Lars are belting out "Eat It" and "Afternoon Delight" (I helped on that last one).
Their beers have now been mostly consumed, lowering their draft depth, and infusing the crew with a false sense of competence. It was at this point that the two canoes attempted a high-speed dash over an especially shallow sand bar. The shallowness, and uneven nature of the obstacles was personally known to me, having been forced to traverse that route by pushing my canoe through it.
Jim was saved from sinking by April's stern gaze and forced up with the rest of the Armada through a deeper drafting route, but Sean and Lars, lacking that fundamental shaming, plow forward, only to fall behind and end up overturning, forcing a frantic mission to recover the remaining cans of ale as well as their now waterlogged hides.
Meanwhile, a rope swing previously utilized by Jim is pointed out, and the head 5 canoes stop for a look as we wait for the errant Admiral and Midshipman. Jim foolishly swings off just as the stragglers pop by, and Lars quickly follows. The water was indeed too shallow for dropping, but all parties escape without (major) injury. Jim escapes with a sore ankle from bouncing off the bottom, and Lars’s semi-aborted swing attempt landed him on his back off the surface after a three-fourths rotation from the swing, causing a terrifying red mark from slapping the water, but no damage.
A few shallow sections (and malted beverages) later (with me more outside the boat than in), we reach the trailhead and pack it all up. From here, all that’s left is flipping the canoes, packing up the supplies, and heading home. A good trip.
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Friday, November 3rd, 2006
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Few things in life are as simple, or as fun, as sitting around with friends, making fun of things. It takes the edge off of all the difficulties at work just to throw veiled insults around, or expound on the benefits of gun ownership.
Granted, I'm always somewhat insulting (elitist that I am), and I don't think anybody REALLY is into the whole "gun" thing like me, but I sure do like to talk, and can even be persuaded to listen, provided it's an interesting topic, or my mouth is full.
Tiney is now in town, and currently watches movies with the MSM crew while I should be sleeping. We did dinner, and that's always fun times- I really wish I could tie that group to my engineer buddies, but my lack of success thus far doesn't bode well for the last month of classes that the MSMers will be around. Can't say I didn't try.
I think the dessert was a bit too much at dinner. Burp.
I think I'll try another post when I'm not quite as sleepy. That tends to help the writing process, I think. Take care, persons!
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Friday, August 18th, 2006
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 | You scored as Soren Kierkegaard. You are Soren Kierkegaard. You are one of the few theistic existentialists, and therefore you believe in truth that you can live, but you are grounded by the Absolute, God. You are an original thinker that likes cigars and is sweet.
Soren Kierkegaard | | 82% | Martin Heidegger | | 75% | Friedrich Nietzsche | | 64% | Not An Existentialist | | 61% | Jean-Paul Sartre | | 46% | Albert Camus | | 29% | </td>
Which Existentialist Philosopher Are You?
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It came to my attention today that my skills as a writer have eroded significantly from lack of use. My attempt to fire off a column to the Alligator in response to an anti-troops column met with a notable amount of resistance. Part of that difficulty lay in the personal connection to the subject- anyone who knows me knows how strong my opinions are.
Mostly, it was trying to craft a response to a giant asshat and failing to find the words to express the right ratio of disdain to fact, while remaining printable. Luckily, I have no such limitations on my own LJ. Fuck bitch ass tits snatch poop reaming anal tyrant fellatrix.
(You're SHIT DICK ASS!)
(Uuuuh....)
Right, well now that I've got the obligatory cursing out of the way, back to a real entry. I'm still at work, but at least I don't have too much more to do until I can call it a day. I finally got the trailer hitch installed on the Forester, so now I can TOW things wherever I please.
Not that I was planning on towing things, but at least I have that option again. Plus, I can now get either a Gators hitch cover or one of those spinning propeller things. The best part was that I tricked my father into paying for it. Hm. I think he can buy me a propeller hitch too. It's an essential component, after all.
I leave for HK in a week. While I don't eagerly anticipate being shoehorned into a seat for 15 hours, at least I'll finally get to read a couple books, listen to some music, and leave the country for a bit. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm coming back.
What does one say to that?
Life has been pretty quiet since Tiney left. I mostly just go home and go to bed now. I was asleep by 10:30 two or three nights this week. I did finally read Hiaason's latest, and enjoyed that, but yeesh, I need to play more video games or something.
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Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
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Sunday, February 5th, 2006
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STOLEN FROM BEANS
Because I watched the Super Bowl and had a LOT of time on my hands, let me show you the REAL reason Pittsburgh won:
#7 Ben Roethlisberger
#86 Hines Ward
Still don't see it? Let's modify it a bit:
#(RX-7) Ben "Takahashi" Roethlisberger
#(AE)86 Hines "Fujiwara" Ward
That's right. The best Project D is a good offense. It even matches their purposes. Roethlisberger, the quarterback, throws the ball up (uphill). "Fujiwarda" catches it as it comes "downhill".
See, even football can be explained through Initial D!
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