Uncategorized: October 2006 Archives

Two things make life better right now: port wine cheese, and Bob Dylan's new album.

Sofia Coppola's new movie bombed. I haven't seen it, but it still makes me sad.

Firefox 2.0 is out. I've decided to use it until OS X 10.4.9 is released, because Safari's been a little bitch for the past month or so. It hangs on random websites. Firefox does not do this.

Uke Skywalker and Tuba Fett are having two shows this Saturday, and word around the campfire is that they may be doing more. I know you won't come, but maybe you'll check out the pictures when they make their way onto the internets.

Jeff Daniels plays a gay guy in The Hours. Convincingly.

That's it.

kill me. just fucking kill me. rape my dead body. it's time for class.

A new study asserts that roughly 600,000 Iraqis have died from violence since the U.S.-led invasion in March 2003, a figure many times higher than any previous estimate. Human Rights Watch has estimated Saddam Hussein's regime killed 250,000 to 290,000 people over 20 years.

This makes my heart sink. It's on nytimes.com, too.
The numbers may be skewed, but that doesn't make this any less horrifying. Why? Why?

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I tried installing Windows Vista RC 2 and it still sucks. It's been on this screen for nearly two hours. The progress bar at the bottom hasn't moved. You know what's even sadder? I'm wasting my college years on this shit. I wonder what you're doing right now. (if you're using internet explorer, this image will not resize and the layout will break. stop using internet explorer, dick.)

I don't know which I prefer. Blogger is all on the hands of Google. With Wordpress I can host everything myself, but with Blogger I can use their site and host on my account.

Wordpress makes it much easier to build a customized template. With Blogger it's nearly impossible to build one from the ground up, but in its new beta system the template editor has many new features.

Wordpress hasn't been updated in quite a while, either. I wonder what they're doing up there. Maybe I should check it out.

Such a difficult task laid before me. Maybe I should sleep first.

Biggest Hassle — High-ranking visitors. More disruptive to work than a rocket attack. VIPs demand briefs and "battlefield" tours (we take them to quiet sections of Fallujah, which is plenty scary for them). Our briefs and commentary seem to have no affect on their preconceived notions of what's going on in Iraq. Their trips allow them to say that they've been to Fallujah, which gives them an unfortunate degree of credibility in perpetuating their fantasies about the insurgency here.

Biggest Outrage — Practically anything said by talking heads on TV about the war in Iraq, not that I get to watch much TV. Their thoughts are consistently both grossly simplistic and politically slanted. Biggest Offender: Bill O'Reilly.

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Hey guys. Our government is a fascist state, and the earth will be coming to an end very soon. But don't worry, keep saving up for your Nintendo Wii. Me, I've resigned myself to the demise of our race. In fact, I'm embracing it. I can't wait for that big fucking tidal wave to kill us off. Do you think I'm pessimistic? Join the fucking club. Maybe I've temporarily suspended my sense of value on human life. Or maybe I'd like to make you all feel an ounce of the worthlessness that I feel. But, you know, I can't complain. I live in a whitebred suburban household with 2.5 children, a dog, and digital cable. I don't have to worry about putting food on the table, and my roof doesn't leak. Guess I don't really have much at all to complain about! I'm even going to college, and that means something. The bureaucracy is expanding to meet the needs of the expanding bureaucracy. It's only fair that I steal my piece of the mother fucking pie. Guess I'm doing fine. Only lies that I'm living. There's always the ability to self medicate. lets make lots of money

Listen, the capacity to write is there. I just don't have the ability to develop an idea. My stream of consciousness usually spirals into the obscure before I'm able to fully address a point, and by the time I'm finished the original intent is lost. Maybe I'm one of those cool kids with ADD. Maybe I shouldn't have been raised on PBS and Nick Jr. If I have a kid (and I won't), he won't know what a television is until he's able to talk. I'll make him listen to Mozart and Strauss and Rammstein and he'll be the smartest motherfucker on the street. It's too bad I'm not having kids. Anyway, back to writing. Metropolis is an excellent movie; even more so when taken into consideration the fact that it was made in 1927. Visually, it rivals some of today's science fiction films. Its themes and characters even surpass most modern titles. My paper is about two-thirds complete, but I feel like I'm missing something. Nevertheless, it's a shame you shits will never get to read it, because it's probably the best thing you'd ever lay eyes on. That said, it's time for me to spiral out and start writing again.

Hi guys. I haven't been updating in a while because recruiting new male pages is very trying work. I've also been extremely busy not writing about Metropolis, and not reflecting over last week's trip to the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra. Some progress has been made on this new blog template, but my inspiration has run dry lately, so it will be a while until something nice comes along.

Hey, I'm actually thinking about changing my hairstyle. What do you think? I'm hoping this new image will help me land that career as a Fox News reporter. As I'm sure many of you already know, there was a terrible school shooting which resulted in the deaths of five young girls. If you haven't heard about it, then you obviously haven't been reaping the benefits of our fine mass media news outlets. Just this morning, as I was leaving for school, I caught a glimpse of the little Amish hospital in which the little Amish girls were laying on their death beds. Some might find this a horrifying intrusion on the victims and their families and a reflection of our perverted obsession with revelling in the pain and anguish of others, but let's face it; the Amish people are a fascinating new civilization that many Americans would naturally be interested in learning about.

But enough about the Amish! Let's talk about more important things, like Anna Nicole Smith. Boy, what a rough time she must be having. First her eldest son dies, and now the identity of her new baby's daddy is coming under scrutiny. I can't wait for all this publicity to die down; hopefully she would use the waning public spotlight as an excuse to shoot another pictorial for Playboy. God willing.