Thursday, November 04, 2004
Thoughts for the day:
1. An exacto knife that is two cuts away from being brand new is too dull to cut foamcore. Unless you have enough money to buy thousands of exacto knife blades, however, you're going to have to deal with it. By 'it' I mean edges that look like they were cut by the expedient method of feeding them to an irate wolverine (and not Pedro 'wily as a wolverine thank you Tim McCarver' Martinez). Oh, and sliced fingers, because when you're trying to drag a blade through material that doesn't want to be cut, you're going to drag a little too hard at one point* and end up with the pointy end embedded inches away from your distal phalanges.
2. You don't actually need to do the art lecture readings to contribute to the discussions. Just listen long enough to get a general idea of what the reading was about, then go off on an opinionated tirade, and you're all set.
3. Happiness is coming home after a long, cold, rainy day, opening your inbox, and finding that someone you don't know has seen a comment you once tossed off about never seeing any photos of Curtis Leskanic doing 'snow angels' on the grass at Busch after winning the World Series and has, in fact, emailed you one of the previously elusive photos. In other news, I hereby challenge Charles Dickens to a running-sentence-write-off.
4. I must not think about Ty Law being injured. I must not think about Ty Law being injured. I must not think about Ty Law being injured.
5. I can't please everyone. Following Tuesday's long Red Sox offseason trade ramble, I received a number of emails. Some of them (my mother included) said, 'Nice post, but I zoned out during the Red Sox stuff. No one cares.' Some of them said, 'Nice post, but did you really have to put in all that crap above the Red Sox stuff?' Two slightly worrying ones said, 'Dude! Awesome! You totally should be the GM for the Sox, you know your shizznit!' I can only assume that these people know less about baseball than I do, and therefore did not recognize incompetence when they saw it.
6. Things I am thoroughly sick of: Ray Lewis/TO controversy. Kevin Millar/Jack Daniels controversy. Curt Schilling/religion and politics controversy. Ricky Williams/his own idiocy controversy. People who take the elevators down/People who take the elevator up when they only have one or two floors to go. Having to hear about Adrian Peterson over Michael Hart when people talk about great freshmen.
7. The Great Housing Search has begun. We looked at houses yesterday. A couple were actually really nice, but they were all a bit too far away from campus for someone without a car (i.e. me). We're looking at apartments tomorrow afternoon, and the ones we have in mind are right on the Hill, which would be ideally located. We'll see.
8. It's true. I can't make myself care about basketball, even if Bill Simmons is writing about it. You'd think that with baseball over, and football finishing up in February, I'd want to latch onto something else. But I just can't make myself do it. Nope. This is going on the record. I Do Not Care About Basketball.
9. Amazing photo. Simply amazing. Manny Ramirez has achieved all kinds of new heights in my eyes, if that's even possible at this point.
10. How is it possible to be completely exhausted all day and suddenly be wide awake after midnight, making it impossible to go to sleep before 2 am, leading to yet another day of complete exhaustion?
11. Since the Red Sox half of ECA has apparently signed off for the summer, it looks like I'm going to be learning a lot about the Mets in the coming weeks. This is not necessarily something I set out to do, but I figure it won't kill me. After all, it's not like I'll actually have to root for the poor bastards.
12. I just watched Louisville/Memphis, simply because it was on. I don't understand how people can follow all of college football. I follow Michigan, obviously, and I haphazardly follow the rest of the Big 10 and other associated schools that have some bearing on Michigan's standings. But there are people out there who can regale you with the stats of the entire starting offensive line at Purdue, Boise State, Army, and Central Michigan with equal accuracy. I find this inexplicable. To each his or her own, I suppose.
13. I strongly dislike the Steelers. Strongly.
14. Massachusetts legalized gay marriage. Various other states around the country voted to ban it in this latest election. If the rest of the country is regressing towards old religious narrow-mindedness, I want no part in it. Massachusetts needs to have a secret plan written up to secede from the country, just in case things get too hairy in the next 4 years.
15. On a similar note, did we really need another reason to revile Ohio? Not only is the entire state widely believed to smell of cabbage, not only do they have a truly despicable football team, they now have to go and do this. Thanks, Ohio. I wish you were on the coast so that there was a chance of you breaking off and sinking into the sea.
16. Will Nicholas Cage ever make a good movie again? 'National Treasure' would seem to indicate that the answer is a resounding 'no'.
17. I don't understand how it's possible for the guys across the hall to have Halo tournaments every single day. I mean, it's possible that I just don't have a proper appreciation for the game, but isn't there a limit to the attractiveness of shooting stuff on a TV screen?
18. I guess Michael Phelps is at Michigan now, because if you check out the October 30th entry, you can see that Uncle Grambo was hanging out with him while tailgating for the Mich/Mich State game. Grambo, the ladies are painting on the jealous, obvs.
19. Joe Paterno needs to retire. I mean, come on. Joe, your team SUCKS, in case you haven't noticed. No one's going to fire you, since you're... well, Joe Paterno. But someone has to step up here, and since you're apparently sacrosanct, surely you can do the right thing for a team that you presumably love.
20. I glanced in the mirror when I got in from classes tonight, and discovered that the brim of my Sox hat was covered in white stuff. Now, there's a lot of stuff that I get my hands into on a regular basis, and plenty of stuff that could end up on my hat: blood, marker, shark guts, salad dressing, rubber cement, pencil... nothing, however, that would create all this white stuff. I don't usually handle chalk or illicit powdered substances. I can think of no logical explanation, which means that there is only one answer:
I am channelling the hat of Trot Nixon.
*nods sagely*
*nods off to sleep*
*When I say 'at one point' I actually mean 'at many, many points over the course of one class'. Just to make sure we're all clear on that point.
11:35 PM
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