Thursday, September 29, 2005

Oh the Bitterness…

Failure's Life Lesson:  In the real world there is no such thing as an A+ for effortRecommended Reading:Confessions of an Engineering Washout.” Tech Central Station. 21 Sep. 2005.
So engineering is suffering in this country? It deserves no better.
God, and I thought I was bitter. I’m sure there’s a ton of people that think along the same lines as the writer of this editorial, while engineers who survived are passing this off as failures whining for easier courses.
Life Lesson: In the real world there is no such thing as an A+ for effort.
Song of the Moment: “The Unnamed Feeling” by Metallica

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 HUGE

Thought I'd share, though I suspect some of you may have seen this by now.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Bird-Dogging, Cowboys in Space, Sexuality Questioned, and Other Stories

See no evilTuesday I’m heading out to work as I notice a little boy sitting at the security desk of my apartment building. I ask him jokingly if he’s part of the security and find out he’s a boy scout who was brought by his Dad, one of the workers, to do a fund raiser of some sort. The kid was just old enough to start learning to read, and he was having problems reading a couple items on his list, but I just bore with, smiling all the while. Kid’s are my weakness, and I wasn’t about to leave without giving up some money before going to work, even if it was for pop corn. I bought something not too expensive, not too cheap and headed off to work.

I got the pleasure of seeing Jessie for the first time in a while on Wednesday. Went to lunch at Ferst Place since I figured it’d be a nice departure from the usual spots we go to. It just so happened that a couple of my professors of mine were eating there and stopped by to say hi and inquire on how I was doing briefly. Jessie thinks I planned it but I seriously didn’t know that they were going to be there. We have a nice chat, during which she mentioned that her boyfriend wasn’t very happy to hear that she was going to lunch with me. That morning she asked him to take her stuff to practice for her and he asked why while still laying in bed. She said it was because she was coming home for lunch like she normally did and he asked the same question again. She answered that she was going to lunch with me and she said his neutral facial expression quickly turned to a frown. I laughed after she told me this and said, “God, I live for this.”

After lunch I head to class and then to work. On the way to the job I see a police officer down the road step out of his vehicle and pull out the laser and point it me as I bike toward him. As I pass by he tells me I’m going too fast at 10 mph. Goofball. I get to work and during the shift Evelyna, the other student worker, asks if I’m gay. I stop work and go around laughing, repeating her question to all the full time workers. I ask her why and her response is that I’m a nice guy, and all the nice guys she knows are gay. Still laughing I say, “Well, if I was gay, I’d probably be dressed a helluva lot better, but I still think you’re fab, dear,” while trying to throw the wrist gesture and failing due to damage sustained from bench pressing. Later on Art, one of the bigger black coworkers, comes in and I tell him about lunch with Jessie, after which he accuses me of bird-dogging. He then tells me about all the girls he sleeps behind the back of his wife before I can object.

The next day Art comes in again, pretty pissed off. Some lanky Indian or Pakistani student called him a “fucking n****r” after Art helped him with his mailbox. Art didn’t hit him because he didn’t want to lose his job, but consensus amongst the workers said he should have. What’s with guys lacking in physical stature insulting other men who are far bigger than them? Sure, there are laws protecting his ass, but it’s just a bad idea.

I decided to join Netflix (Blockbuster’s too expensive) and rented the Firefly TV series out of curiosity of the upcoming Serenity movie based on it and I’m loving it. Basic premise is cowboys in space and the captain reminds me of Han Solo (wonder why the prequels were lacking?). Joss Whedon’s (the writer) is rocking my world with this and his run on Astonishing X-Men, though I still refuse to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
“You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I beat you with ‘till you understand who’s in command here.”
DVD of the Moment: Firefly

Monday, September 19, 2005

Done Got Out of Hand

Hottie of the Moment: Bridget MoynahanWent to the gym in the first time in over a week on Saturday and it was pretty rough. I managed to finish a good bit before heading home around 11 AM. Got back and just couldn’t stand the smell of beer permeating the apartment, especially considering that we can’t open windows, so I cleaned everything up in about 20 minutes. I bagged all the bottles and left them in Jack’s room since it was his party and I wanted to get him back for a prank last week. The bags spent about 4 hours in his bed before I started to feel bad and took them out and put them on the floor. Wrote two notes scolding the guys for leaving shit around and Jack takes it the wrong way as usual. Then after goofing off we all head out to the game.

God, the experience at the football game was awful. The game went well, but standing next to some drunk fratty that seemed to lack deodorant while waving his arms around on an overcrowded bench was a little too much for me. I made to about half-time and left. I’ll make sure to stand with Mike and his friends next time.

Sunday: Mike, Vivec, a couple of Vic’s frosh, and I drove down to Phipps to see Lord of War starring that actor that all my Korean relatives think I look like: Nicolas Cage. The movie turned out to be less of a comedy than we all thought it would be, constantly giving you facts about gun running. Half the time you’re laughing with Cage’s character, and the other half you’re wondering if he could get any more despicable. It didn’t hurt to have Bridget Moynahan looking pretty throughout the movie, though.

Came back wanting a fight with Jack only to find him sitting down, watching TV. Argued with him for a bit and woke up the roommates. We shook hands, though mostly in my mind to allow the roommies some sleep. This won’t be over for a while, I can tell. Jack thinks I’m a stubborn got everything wrong, while I think the turd’s got a horrible case of tunnel vision when it comes to other people’s perspectives. No sleep that night for me.

Daniel’s girl, Meagan, added me on FaceBook. Cute.

Art gave me a free pass for an advance screening of Waiting today, so I dragged Little Chad to see it with me. Movie was absolutely hilarious, well, at least to me because I like that kind of toilet humor. I never thought I’d be more grossed out by a movie than I was with the penis scene in Eurotrip, but damn, that one part was almost to a level comparable to TubGirl. That was worth the gas used to get to the theater.
Song of the Moment: ”Don’t You Think This Outlaw Bit Done Got Out of Hand” covered by James Hetfield

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Party Juggling

Good timesI’m getting too old for this. Seriously, I’m getting too old to attend multiple parties in on night. First up was the 21st birthday party of a friend of Chien’s around 10 PM. Most of the party-goers were part of Chien’s professional fraternity, but I seemed to get a long with the ones I met quite well. The picture to the right was a shot I took from the phone of the people I was chilling with. Drank a couple beers, smoked a black, and downed a couple of those jello-shots before Chien decides to rally the troops back to Eighth Street. We stop by my apartment to go get Sin City and noticed the cops pull in after we pull out. I stayed at Eighth Street long enough to finish Marv’s segment of the movie before walking back to my place. It’s all downhill from here.

I get back and find out why the cops were at my place. They were looking for one of my roommates from what Jack and his friends tell me. I notice Jack’s girlfriend, Melody, is absent when I come back and I’m let in on what happened. One of his friends drives him to her place, leaving me to baby sit his friends after I’ve had around 10 beers and God knows what else. I try refereeing the heated beer-pong competition for a while before giving up and instead begin to laugh at the two teams squabbling over rules. Then one of Jack’s bigger friends starts shouting violently at the bathroom door, where Laura’s holed up in. He begins to start banging on the door, which is where Barry and I step in, fearing the cheap wood breaking. We pull him away and he tells us he’s calmed down, and leaves. Jeff and I walk down after him minutes later, concerned he’d drive off, angry and drunk. Jeff smokes a cig while we talk, and then we head back up. Jeff and Mandy sleep in the living room while the hottie, whose name I cannot remember for the life of me, gets Jack’s currently unoccupied room. **sigh** I’m getting too old for this.
Song of the Moment: “B.Y.O.B.” by System of a Down

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Here Kittykittykitty

Meow?Recommended Reading: "Inventor denies dead cat fuel story." 15 Sept. 2005.
BERLIN, Germany (Reuters) -- A German inventor said he has developed a method to produce crude oil products from waste that he believes can be an answer to the soaring costs of fuel, but denied a German newspaper story implying he also used dead cats.
Jack sent me this story this morning. It was almost something I expected to see on I'm sure my cat-loving friends won't love this.
Song of the Moment: "What's New Pussycat" by Tom Jones

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Motley Post

The Dark Knight ReturnsMy cohorts, Little Chad and Ian, and I have been making regular runs to Oxford Comics and Collectibles for weeks now. Hell, I give Chad reading assignments to so that he can keep up with the crazy fan-boy conversations that Ian and I have in the car on the way there. During last weeks run I bring up the fact that I got dressed up for the first time in months. I believe it was Ian who asked why that was of any significance and Chad answers something along the lines of, “When David dresses up he looks…” Feeling like being an ass, I finish the sentence by saying, “Important.” Neither of the two voice objections and I allow a small smile creep onto my face as I concentrate on weaving dangerously through Atlanta’s traffic.

Speaking of suits, it seems I’m required to attend a couple of concerts for my composers class. Talk about cheap ploy to culture me.

Nathan buggered me into watching Tommy Lee goes to College. It’s all his fault, I swear! I have to say that the show has its redeeming moments though, particularly his attractive tutor and the segment where he tries to pledge at a fraternity and gets stuck with dishes and bathroom duty. Ever see a rock star clean a frat toilet? Humorous reality TV trash.

It seems that people are really noticing Daniel’s Paul van Dyke post and asking me the same question, which is: “Daniel gropes guys?” My response is usually just a shrug.

Christine offered a change of pace from the usual Friday night full of drinking last week. Went out to some fake Turkish restaurant named Café Istanbul because she was craving some Turkish cuisine months after her year-long stay in Turkey. Sat on the floor and ate while a decent belly dancer made her way around the floor. Funny thing was that the patrons were tipping her like some stripper.

Later I brought Christine to come see the new place. Minutes later Matt brings up his gay friends (I’m beginning to wonder if he has any straight friends) and chilling with them was actually kind of fun. Christine looked at Matt’s shoes and told him that they were ugly. Matt gets that “you fucking ho-bag” look on his face and tells her that they’re Gucci. I think Christine said something to the effect that they were then expensive, ugly shoes.

I woke up this afternoon.
Song of the Moment: “Wasting my Hate” by Metallica

Friday, September 09, 2005

Goat Crossing

Baaah?Beware: this is post will lack any sort of chronological order, mostly because I am currently in an irrational frame of mind and want to write it that way. Rewind to Wednesday afternoon, where I was working at the post office. One of the ladies at work began to state that men born in those Capricorn months have a tendency to be moody and creepy at times. I stop running my mail for a second and asked, “Why do you have a problem with us goats?” Then the five other guys working in there simultaneously reveal to her that they were also Capricorns and asked if she thought they were moody and creepy. I think she learned her lesson pretty quick.

And three weeks later our washer/dryer is finally fixed. Only bad thing is that my most recently washed clothes have that new-European-washer/dryer-smell now. **grumble**

Last Monday night consisted of beer, folding and ironing laundry, and drinking games with Matt and some random people he brought up to the apartment. One of the girls was not drinking with the intention to do homework and Matt was drunk and went in her room to bother her. I put him in a full-nelson hold, apologized to the hottie for Matt, and carried his ass to the elevator. I threw up for the first time in years the next morning while sitting at my computer. I was sober to the point where I could hold it in my mouth and let go somewhere more appropriate. Tasted kind of like that grilled cheese from Monday night, now that I think about it.

On Saturday I accidentally left my car window open when going through an automated car wash. My entire left side was soaked before I could get the window up. Laugh at my idiocy, I command you!

Tech is hosting many students from Tulane University due to the whole hurricane business. I’ve noticed that they are also now taking classes with us as transfer students. One of them is a hottie in my music class. On another hurricane note, it’s nice to see other countries sending aid the US’s way.
Song of the Moment: “Drivin’ Rain” by Gov’t Mule featuring James Hetfield and Les Claypool

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Identity Crisis

Rogue and GambitThis should’ve been posted a couple weeks ago, but due to a relative lack of time, a sprinkling of procrastination, and new development, it hasn’t been finished until today. Anyhow, a couple weeks back while I was living momentarily at a friend’s apartment while waiting for mine to be readied, my friend’s community advisor (CA), Crystal, came knocking. Evidentially she was going around doing room inventories before the semester started. She asked me my name and which room I was in and the first thing out of my mouth was, “Ian, Ian Fredenburg.” I figured if I told her the truth there’d be a good chance I’d have the police called on me. Crystal goes on to ask some more personal questions, all of which I know the answer to instantly due to living with Ian during the summer. She finishes and leaves to go and inventory the other apartments, leaving me to flopping on the couch, asking myself how in the hell the ruse worked so well being rather spur of the moment after a couple shots of Bacardi 151. We see each other in the halls the following weeks, smiling and exchanging pleasantries and all of that good stuff.

Well, a couple weeks I move out of Ian’s apartment and he comes back to school. He tells me a week or two ago that he finally meets the CA and lets her know who he is. A confused look comes over her face and she tells him that she’ll need to do a new inventory sheet since “someone else” signed it earlier. I think I’ll pat myself on the back for a job well done for this one.
Song of the Moment: “Holier Than Thou” by Metallica

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Great way to start the year

For those of you who have never experienced me in the fall, I live for college football. David will vouch for me on this, I'm a fucking lunatic during football games, particularly GT football games.

Yesterday's pleathora of amazing football games made me happy with every single outcome over the course of the day. Those fat pigs in Oklahoma got slaughtered by Texas Christian, the Aggies lost a heart breaker in Death Valley to Clemson for a strong ACC showing. USC beat the shit out of the Hawaiian fighting rainbows. UGA trounced overrated Boise State back into the stone age and Notre Dame looks like it finally has a reputible program once again.

To top it all off, GT showed it's colors and held off the Tigers in a nail biter. Our defense was legendary and our players minimalized mistakes. It was a heart attack of a game but we pulled it off. I can't be any happier than I am right now.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Can't We All Just Get Along?

Awww, ain't that cute?You know, it's funny. Jack hates Matt with a passion, mostly because the kid talks at 100 mph, often tripping over his own tongue. Now today, the two of them seemed to find common ground in their mutual love for college football and watching for potential wrecks on I-85. Awww, looks like sometimes we all can just get along. I wonder how long it is before Jack denies any sort of socializing and claims the picture to be a photoshopped fake.
Song of the Moment: “Come Together” by the Beatles

Thursday, September 01, 2005

World on Fire

On I burn...Gas prices have jumped up more than a dollar and it seems my city has gone mad. Lines of cars at the city’s gas stations, some of which have gone dry. Hopefully my father’s right about gas prices going down after the storm has blown over and off-shore refineries start back up again.

The apartment has been troublesome lately. No, not the roommates, the facilities. Dryer still doesn’t work. One of the RA’s came by yesterday asking us to sign a sheet and Jack gave her a pretty hard time. She basically “had no clue” about anything and Jack asked, “So what do you have a clue about?” Ian and Chad were struggling not to laugh while she was standing at the doorway taking Jack’s abuse. After she left, Matt hobbled out of his room saying that we should protest this when going downstairs to pay rent. I said, “I have a better idea. Why don’t you just refuse to pay your rent?” He thought about it for a second and then replied, “No way man, I need somewhere to live! Do you take me for some kind of idiot?” Damn.
”I am the Void! I am the bringer of destruction and death to this world!!!”

“Oh, man, I’m sorry, we weren’t really looking for a bringer of destruction…
…but we’ll take your application and let you know if there’s an opening.”
Comic of the Moment: The New Avengers by Brian Michael Bendis and Steven McNiven

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