Welp, I've finally put up my first post at the new blog. It pretty much explains what I'm trying to do there.
Not sure if I'm going to keep Angry White Girl or go with something new. Technically right now it's called Phoemeister which I know I'm definately changing. Yep.
Change your bookmarks, people. I'm going to rock your world moveable type style now, oh yeah!
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
I think I've become a compulsive eater. I mean, technically the steroids I'm on might be increasing my hunger because that's one of their generally recognized side effects, but I don't think that's the real problem. First off, I started gaining a lot of weight before I started on the steroids. Second off, it seems like I'm only happy lately when I'm eating. Even right after I eat, when I'm full, I wish I wasn't full, so I could eat more. So I'm thinking I'm a compulsive eater. That, coupled with the fact that I am the most sedentary/lazy person on earth: not good.
*big sigh*
Here is one thing besides food that has cheered me up lately: an e-mail from one of my highschool friends. I miss her more right after we've talked than I do the months and months we go without seeing each other.
If only...
we could be as cool as Willie Nelson at 70. Really. Did you see the cover of TV guide this week? That phrase was on it, along with a slammin' picture of the guy. Man, if only I could live up to that.
But really, who thinks about Willie Nelson at 2:00 am in the morning? Apparentely only me. I had to ask my roommate, who is still up, how to spell his name. So, at least one other person is thinking about this.
Yeah.
I hope you have been well. With school and all that. I have found myself pretty sleepless at night. I saw 4 am on the digital the other morning, and I wasn't studying. Thoughts on that? I talked to "other high school friend" on the phone tonight. She makes me feel like Peter Pan. I don't think I'm ready to grow up just yet. I still want to think that I can be Willie Nelson at 70.
You like how that just all flowed together? Nice, huh?
She's the best. I sent her back this long whiney e-mail about how long winded and whiney I am.
*big sigh*
Here is one thing besides food that has cheered me up lately: an e-mail from one of my highschool friends. I miss her more right after we've talked than I do the months and months we go without seeing each other.
If only...
we could be as cool as Willie Nelson at 70. Really. Did you see the cover of TV guide this week? That phrase was on it, along with a slammin' picture of the guy. Man, if only I could live up to that.
But really, who thinks about Willie Nelson at 2:00 am in the morning? Apparentely only me. I had to ask my roommate, who is still up, how to spell his name. So, at least one other person is thinking about this.
Yeah.
I hope you have been well. With school and all that. I have found myself pretty sleepless at night. I saw 4 am on the digital the other morning, and I wasn't studying. Thoughts on that? I talked to "other high school friend" on the phone tonight. She makes me feel like Peter Pan. I don't think I'm ready to grow up just yet. I still want to think that I can be Willie Nelson at 70.
You like how that just all flowed together? Nice, huh?
She's the best. I sent her back this long whiney e-mail about how long winded and whiney I am.
Monday, May 26, 2003
I've been a lazy blogger lately. Usually I post every bit of anything that happens to me or pops into my head, but I've been lax. Though the sparseness probably improves quality. So I'll just summarize the (few) things that happened since last bloggie:
1) Saw the Matrix. It's an alright movie and everything I guess, but I just couldn't get into it. I figure part of it was my unrealisticly high expectations for the thing, plus seeing every single action sequence beforehand thanks to stupid TV, but it just didn't hit me like the first one did. I honestly had a better time watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade on TV that night. Because who doesn't love watching Harrison Ford and Sean Connery thwart Nazis? Yes, TV has its redeeming qualities.
2) Sister's dog hurt its back somehow, and now everyone's all freaked out about it. I really do feel sorry for the dog. But man do they get fussy about it. My sis's all worried about having people over because the dog can't get up, but the dog likes to follow people around when they're over and stuff. It's like, "Dude, I know the dog doesn't like not being able to get up, but I think he can handle it." And I have to admit I'm psychotically fixated on how much they love the dog. Like, every time they're like, "Oh, oh the poor dog had diahrea again last night!" I want to be like, "Oh, oh! Poor me! I've had diahrea every day since October 2002. That's not counting the frequent bouts I had even before then going back as far as 2000, or any of my vomitting and anal bleeding!"
3) I guess I don't have a 3. It was wishful thinking to believe that in 5 days I did something besides watch a movie and obsess about my sister's dog.
1) Saw the Matrix. It's an alright movie and everything I guess, but I just couldn't get into it. I figure part of it was my unrealisticly high expectations for the thing, plus seeing every single action sequence beforehand thanks to stupid TV, but it just didn't hit me like the first one did. I honestly had a better time watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade on TV that night. Because who doesn't love watching Harrison Ford and Sean Connery thwart Nazis? Yes, TV has its redeeming qualities.
2) Sister's dog hurt its back somehow, and now everyone's all freaked out about it. I really do feel sorry for the dog. But man do they get fussy about it. My sis's all worried about having people over because the dog can't get up, but the dog likes to follow people around when they're over and stuff. It's like, "Dude, I know the dog doesn't like not being able to get up, but I think he can handle it." And I have to admit I'm psychotically fixated on how much they love the dog. Like, every time they're like, "Oh, oh the poor dog had diahrea again last night!" I want to be like, "Oh, oh! Poor me! I've had diahrea every day since October 2002. That's not counting the frequent bouts I had even before then going back as far as 2000, or any of my vomitting and anal bleeding!"
3) I guess I don't have a 3. It was wishful thinking to believe that in 5 days I did something besides watch a movie and obsess about my sister's dog.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Oh, and I'm feeling better about all the whining I've been doing about summer school lately. Everyone in the entire class hates it, not just me, so I feel all justified now.
Someone complimented my doodling today. That seems to happen more and more to me, because they've become so elaborate of late. Sometimes I wonder if I'm pathetic enough that the whole reason I doodle is for attention. It's a pretty crappy way of getting attention, though. There's really nowhere for a conversation to go after, "Nice doodling." At least nowhere I can think of, and believe me, I've tried. I've tried so hard. *breaks down into unintelligible sobbing*
Someone complimented my doodling today. That seems to happen more and more to me, because they've become so elaborate of late. Sometimes I wonder if I'm pathetic enough that the whole reason I doodle is for attention. It's a pretty crappy way of getting attention, though. There's really nowhere for a conversation to go after, "Nice doodling." At least nowhere I can think of, and believe me, I've tried. I've tried so hard. *breaks down into unintelligible sobbing*
AWESOME. I love the internet! Several hours after I post about my love for the lounge singer guy, Albany Dan totally tells me who the guy is, and complains that I don't like infomercials enough. And I have a peanut gallery backing him up on the infomercial thing.
I do like some infomercials though. I think I'm addicted to the psychic ones, I used to love watching and making fun of Miss Cleo and before that--Psychic Friends with Dionne Warwick! Right now my favorite is this spa commercial that's on locally where they come up with this whole story plot about these two neighbors hooking up because of their spa. It's so awful that I have to laugh.
I do admit, the knife ones get old. I've seen so many knife infomercials that the next time I buy a knife and it can't cut through concrete I'm going to write an angry letter to someone.
In other news: never get Talia started talking on the process of Shrimp de-veining. It is truely disturbing.
I do like some infomercials though. I think I'm addicted to the psychic ones, I used to love watching and making fun of Miss Cleo and before that--Psychic Friends with Dionne Warwick! Right now my favorite is this spa commercial that's on locally where they come up with this whole story plot about these two neighbors hooking up because of their spa. It's so awful that I have to laugh.
I do admit, the knife ones get old. I've seen so many knife infomercials that the next time I buy a knife and it can't cut through concrete I'm going to write an angry letter to someone.
In other news: never get Talia started talking on the process of Shrimp de-veining. It is truely disturbing.
Oh, also: I have to admit that I've been watching the Carson Daly Show late at night. It's not that great or that horrible, and I don't really have any other choices unless you count one of those ads where they use a kitchen knife to saw through concrete.
Anyway, this week Carson's show has been in Vegas, and they have this lounge singer guy singing the little intros when guests come out, and when they go to commercials. Anyway, I've decided I'm obsessed with the lounge singer guy. He is so awesome. He sings all these songs lounge singer style. System of a Down, Weezer, even 50 cent is awesome lounge singer style. The only problem is you never get to hear the whole song. Anyway: my new life's purpose is to go to Las Vegas someday to hear crazy lounge singer guy.
Anyway, this week Carson's show has been in Vegas, and they have this lounge singer guy singing the little intros when guests come out, and when they go to commercials. Anyway, I've decided I'm obsessed with the lounge singer guy. He is so awesome. He sings all these songs lounge singer style. System of a Down, Weezer, even 50 cent is awesome lounge singer style. The only problem is you never get to hear the whole song. Anyway: my new life's purpose is to go to Las Vegas someday to hear crazy lounge singer guy.
I just HAVE to whine about my awful ethics class again.
1) I have a small paper due EVERY day. They justify this saying we have 16 days of class, so one day of class is like a week of class in a regular semester. The thing is, though, I have never had a class where I had a paper due every week. Plus, it's not like we get time off, we spend as much time in class in one day as you would during a week in one regular semester.
2) I have to read my brains out, on top of this. Maybe I wouldn't mind if the books had anything to do with anything.
a) book one is common sense crap, that you know already. Reporters are under pressure to get stories done on time. Reporters should stay impartial. Etc. I wouldn't even bother reading the book except we're quizzed on minute details of examples the book gives of "ethical dillemmas." I have to read 30-60 pages of this damn book every night.
b) book two is by this hyperpretentious guy who thinks that he is trying to prevent the fall of western society. He's afraid everything will go to pot and we'll end up living in a world similar to the one in Huxley's Brave New World. The whole book is just his unsupported opinion on how people only care about entertainment. And he wanders into all this crap that doesn't even have to do with his main opinion, like how the invention of clocks have supposedly brought about the downfall of religion. I think he wants to be Huxley but doesn't have the finesse. Thankfully, I only have to read 10-15 pages of this a night.
c) book three is a series of point-counterpoint articles about issues in the media. I've only read one chapter yet (going to do the rest after I'm done ranting) but both the articles annoyed the hell out of me. The first article had it's points, but the guy writing it was convinced that people using curse words on TV was causing the fall of western society. He's afraid of homogenization, but he's the type of guy who if he had his way, everyone would be watching only what he approves of. The second article was saying that media is actually anti-homogenization, and the guy didn't have a leg to stand on. His big example was how sattellite TV has encouraged women's liberation in India. But he's full of crap, because it's global homogenization, basically trying to turn India into the west. And while I DO approve of women's liberation in India, I do get pissed from time to time when I hear about how our culture is so great that countries like India are so much better off now that they're like us. I have to read 20-30 pages of this a night.
3) 3 hours every weekday besides Friday sitting there listening to him lecture is so boring I want to smack myself for taking summer school.
Well, I have to go now. I have 20 pages to read and a paper to write before class.
1) I have a small paper due EVERY day. They justify this saying we have 16 days of class, so one day of class is like a week of class in a regular semester. The thing is, though, I have never had a class where I had a paper due every week. Plus, it's not like we get time off, we spend as much time in class in one day as you would during a week in one regular semester.
2) I have to read my brains out, on top of this. Maybe I wouldn't mind if the books had anything to do with anything.
a) book one is common sense crap, that you know already. Reporters are under pressure to get stories done on time. Reporters should stay impartial. Etc. I wouldn't even bother reading the book except we're quizzed on minute details of examples the book gives of "ethical dillemmas." I have to read 30-60 pages of this damn book every night.
b) book two is by this hyperpretentious guy who thinks that he is trying to prevent the fall of western society. He's afraid everything will go to pot and we'll end up living in a world similar to the one in Huxley's Brave New World. The whole book is just his unsupported opinion on how people only care about entertainment. And he wanders into all this crap that doesn't even have to do with his main opinion, like how the invention of clocks have supposedly brought about the downfall of religion. I think he wants to be Huxley but doesn't have the finesse. Thankfully, I only have to read 10-15 pages of this a night.
c) book three is a series of point-counterpoint articles about issues in the media. I've only read one chapter yet (going to do the rest after I'm done ranting) but both the articles annoyed the hell out of me. The first article had it's points, but the guy writing it was convinced that people using curse words on TV was causing the fall of western society. He's afraid of homogenization, but he's the type of guy who if he had his way, everyone would be watching only what he approves of. The second article was saying that media is actually anti-homogenization, and the guy didn't have a leg to stand on. His big example was how sattellite TV has encouraged women's liberation in India. But he's full of crap, because it's global homogenization, basically trying to turn India into the west. And while I DO approve of women's liberation in India, I do get pissed from time to time when I hear about how our culture is so great that countries like India are so much better off now that they're like us. I have to read 20-30 pages of this a night.
3) 3 hours every weekday besides Friday sitting there listening to him lecture is so boring I want to smack myself for taking summer school.
Well, I have to go now. I have 20 pages to read and a paper to write before class.
Monday, May 19, 2003
Summer School: the final frontier.
First off, I parked reeeally far away from the class, so I really had to hurry to get there. My calves were on fire. I think I must really be a lump of fat if I really couldn't walk that fast for that length and end up with burning calves.
Then, I found out I needn't have hurried, seeing as how I accidently came an hour early.
So I bought my books. Campus is really weird in the summer, btw. I felt like I was in one of those post-apocolyptic movie scenes where all the buildings and stuff are intact but there's no one around. Weirdly, even though hardly anyone was around, I managed to bump into Ed from the England trip last year. I thought we were decent aquaintences at the time, but talking to him again was really awkward. I hate talking to people like that, when I haven't seen them for a year and didn't know their whole life story before that anyway, because you feel obligated to talk to them, but you don't know what to say and odds are they're not too keen on talking to you either but don't want to be impolite.
Then was the actual "class" portion of my time on campus. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the bit of class where the instructor basically goes over the sylabus with a fine tooth comb and bores you to tears? Yeah. I have to grant to this guy that he hasn't yet reached Uber-Ben-Stein-Style-Boringness yet, but it was pretty close, plus i'm not into the subject matter. Classes on ethics suck, by college you pretty much know what you think is right and wrong and pay lipservice to what they think is right and wrong, and get bored to tears along the way. I wanted to maim myself after a couple of hours of this. He also assigned us a few papers and a group proj already, which, strangely enough was the one thing he DIDN'T go thoroughly through on his frolick through the sylabus.
Speaking of which: group projects, grrr. My group seems like a nice sort. They seemed to agree with me that "Group I is I-tastic!" and that "summer school is scary!" but I still don't like group projects.
Oh, and he asked us to put our hero's name on the paper with our phone numbers and stuff. I don't think I have any real heros.... I have people I'd like to hang out with, but no one that I'm like, "I want to be like them." So in a moment of flippantness, I put Wolverine down. I bet he's labeled me as a wisacre already.
I guess that's it.
First off, I parked reeeally far away from the class, so I really had to hurry to get there. My calves were on fire. I think I must really be a lump of fat if I really couldn't walk that fast for that length and end up with burning calves.
Then, I found out I needn't have hurried, seeing as how I accidently came an hour early.
So I bought my books. Campus is really weird in the summer, btw. I felt like I was in one of those post-apocolyptic movie scenes where all the buildings and stuff are intact but there's no one around. Weirdly, even though hardly anyone was around, I managed to bump into Ed from the England trip last year. I thought we were decent aquaintences at the time, but talking to him again was really awkward. I hate talking to people like that, when I haven't seen them for a year and didn't know their whole life story before that anyway, because you feel obligated to talk to them, but you don't know what to say and odds are they're not too keen on talking to you either but don't want to be impolite.
Then was the actual "class" portion of my time on campus. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the bit of class where the instructor basically goes over the sylabus with a fine tooth comb and bores you to tears? Yeah. I have to grant to this guy that he hasn't yet reached Uber-Ben-Stein-Style-Boringness yet, but it was pretty close, plus i'm not into the subject matter. Classes on ethics suck, by college you pretty much know what you think is right and wrong and pay lipservice to what they think is right and wrong, and get bored to tears along the way. I wanted to maim myself after a couple of hours of this. He also assigned us a few papers and a group proj already, which, strangely enough was the one thing he DIDN'T go thoroughly through on his frolick through the sylabus.
Speaking of which: group projects, grrr. My group seems like a nice sort. They seemed to agree with me that "Group I is I-tastic!" and that "summer school is scary!" but I still don't like group projects.
Oh, and he asked us to put our hero's name on the paper with our phone numbers and stuff. I don't think I have any real heros.... I have people I'd like to hang out with, but no one that I'm like, "I want to be like them." So in a moment of flippantness, I put Wolverine down. I bet he's labeled me as a wisacre already.
I guess that's it.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Friday, May 16, 2003
I have 50 bajillion copies of Rolling Stone, I just discovered. I'm attempting to clean out my room (no small task) because *sigh* my mommy is making me. Anyway, I ended up cleaning up magazines first, because I realized I have a LOT of magazines. And I am sharing this observation with the world.
I was actually going to go somewhere from there, but I'm too tired and can't remember.
I was actually going to go somewhere from there, but I'm too tired and can't remember.
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Oh, and I talked to New Roommate yesterday. She seems nice. "She seems nice," seems to be my standard comment about every new roommate once I meet them. Oh, and what I find hilarious--my mom already knows where the girl is from, because she answered the phone yesterday and asked. "Where is he/she from?" is the question my parents ask about everyone. I don't even know why. It says nothing about the person (but I guess they just like nonsensical questions, because the second is always "how tall are they?"). My first question would be more, "Major?" I would never bother to find out where my endless stream of roommates is coming from if I didn't know I'd have to ask them just to tell my parents.
Also, we went out to dinner (me & family, not me & roommate). I'm the type of person who has a favorite and gets it every time they're out somewhere, but I've been getting tired of the places we go to eat lately so I've been experimenting in order to widen my choices. Anyway, I've decided I'm one helluva picky bastard. I haven't been happy with any of the choices I've been making lately. Why this made it into my journal? I do not know.
Also, we went out to dinner (me & family, not me & roommate). I'm the type of person who has a favorite and gets it every time they're out somewhere, but I've been getting tired of the places we go to eat lately so I've been experimenting in order to widen my choices. Anyway, I've decided I'm one helluva picky bastard. I haven't been happy with any of the choices I've been making lately. Why this made it into my journal? I do not know.
Ugh. FTA still hasn't called me back or anything, leading me to think (and dread) that I'm going to have to call him again. I really really wish I'd known about Cinema studies long enough ago that I wouldn't have to deal with advisors. Because advisors SUCK. Maybe there's one or two good, but all around they SUCK.
I mean, the advisor for my old minor didn't even really have to do anything for me this semester except allow me into classes I need, and he couldn't even get that right. If I can't get the new minor off the ground, I'm going to have NO minor classes next semester.
But FTA, the one I'm hoping will come through for me, I doubt will come through for me. He keeps saying that we have to get the prof's permission when he doesn't even know who it is. He doesn't want to go ahead and put me in and get the prof mad. What I want to do is be like, "Hey, just put me in the class and if the prof gets mad take me back out and be like, 'hey, it's not like we could get ahold of you and consult you. My bad.' And if the prof finally shows up and doesn't get mad, I'm spared all this worry that you won't get me in." What also kills me about FTA is how badly he wants to cover his own ass when he doesn't even know who he's afraid of. The job of an advisor is to HELP people like me, not screw us over. But FTA and CAA (crappy ACS advisor), show a heroic unwillingness to help me out. I can see them not sticking their necks out for a freshmen, because you have 4 years to get the classes you need in then. But when I'm going to be a senior, and every time they screw me over means another semester of school? GRRR. I'd expect more help from some bystander on the street than these clowns.
So.... that's my long, nonsensical rant about how much college advisors suck.
I mean, the advisor for my old minor didn't even really have to do anything for me this semester except allow me into classes I need, and he couldn't even get that right. If I can't get the new minor off the ground, I'm going to have NO minor classes next semester.
But FTA, the one I'm hoping will come through for me, I doubt will come through for me. He keeps saying that we have to get the prof's permission when he doesn't even know who it is. He doesn't want to go ahead and put me in and get the prof mad. What I want to do is be like, "Hey, just put me in the class and if the prof gets mad take me back out and be like, 'hey, it's not like we could get ahold of you and consult you. My bad.' And if the prof finally shows up and doesn't get mad, I'm spared all this worry that you won't get me in." What also kills me about FTA is how badly he wants to cover his own ass when he doesn't even know who he's afraid of. The job of an advisor is to HELP people like me, not screw us over. But FTA and CAA (crappy ACS advisor), show a heroic unwillingness to help me out. I can see them not sticking their necks out for a freshmen, because you have 4 years to get the classes you need in then. But when I'm going to be a senior, and every time they screw me over means another semester of school? GRRR. I'd expect more help from some bystander on the street than these clowns.
So.... that's my long, nonsensical rant about how much college advisors suck.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
I was totally going to do a post on what fictional (book) characters I crushed on, (idea stolen from Dragonpaws, but I was confronted by several problems:
1) I haven't read many good fiction books in a long time. Stupid school took away my thirst for literature. Or pulp fantasy novels. Whatever.
2) I'm not really hot for most of the guys in books anyway. There are ones I totally love and would want to hang out with, but not that I'm hot for.
So I'm doing book guys I want to hang out with. Because I only get one week of school break this summer, but I still can't find anything better to do with the time.
Sam from Villains by Necessity
Okay, him I actually am hot for. He's a good bad boy! With a desperate crush on someone else! How could I not be all about him? Anyway, I think he's a deeper character than you'd find in most fantasy books, which is what I like to read. I don't know if I'd want to marry him or anything, because "Assasin" isn't exactly the job description I'd want for a husband, but I could definately carry on a torrid affair with him.
Rimmer from Red DwarfTechnically, this character is more TV than book, but I've never seen the show (due to cruel, cruel fate) and I have read the books, so he counts, dammit! I don't have a crush on him, because he is a huge loser. He lost his virginity at thirty to a woman who had a concussion at the time. But, I love him because I see so much of myself in him. I mean, not withstanding the whole being a 21 year old virgin myself, but just everyone has that feeling where they can't get anything right, sometimes, and it's refreshing to see a character that is vain, selfish, cowardly, but still loveable and makes you root for him even though he probably deserves his constant failures. I'd also like to throw in a shout out to Talkie Toaster from those books, but I don't know if he counts as a guy, being a toaster and everything.
Yossarian from Catch-22 Again, also a movie, but have never seen it. I hear he's played by Alan Arkin. Anyway, I'm reading the sequel right now and it's not that cool, but in Catch-22 this guy is cool. I'd like hanging out with him because he's fun. Even though he's in the middle of a warzone, he still manages to be goofy and mess with stupid people's heads. The war has given him a lot of emotional baggage that you can tell a lot of the humor is a defense mechanism for
Kilgore Trout from about a gazzillion Kurt Vonnegut novels Kilgore Trout is always saying to his cat, "I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't in a book right now. He himself writes short stories with wildly strange plots that only get published in crappy porno mags to use up space. One of his short stories convinces a used automobile salesman to go on a murdering rampage. His son ends up being a ghost that watches the human race evolve into platypus-like beings on a desert island after the rest of the world is taken out by a disease that causes infertility.
That's all I have for now. And I didn't put women up because I mostly read Fantasy, and most of the women in those novels are kind of stupid.
Oh, and addendum: here's how I think they'd fit into my life:
Sam - Torrid affair
Kilgore - Eccentric Uncle
Rimmer - little brother
Yossarian - neighbor/school chum
1) I haven't read many good fiction books in a long time. Stupid school took away my thirst for literature. Or pulp fantasy novels. Whatever.
2) I'm not really hot for most of the guys in books anyway. There are ones I totally love and would want to hang out with, but not that I'm hot for.
So I'm doing book guys I want to hang out with. Because I only get one week of school break this summer, but I still can't find anything better to do with the time.
Sam from Villains by Necessity
Okay, him I actually am hot for. He's a good bad boy! With a desperate crush on someone else! How could I not be all about him? Anyway, I think he's a deeper character than you'd find in most fantasy books, which is what I like to read. I don't know if I'd want to marry him or anything, because "Assasin" isn't exactly the job description I'd want for a husband, but I could definately carry on a torrid affair with him.
Rimmer from Red DwarfTechnically, this character is more TV than book, but I've never seen the show (due to cruel, cruel fate) and I have read the books, so he counts, dammit! I don't have a crush on him, because he is a huge loser. He lost his virginity at thirty to a woman who had a concussion at the time. But, I love him because I see so much of myself in him. I mean, not withstanding the whole being a 21 year old virgin myself, but just everyone has that feeling where they can't get anything right, sometimes, and it's refreshing to see a character that is vain, selfish, cowardly, but still loveable and makes you root for him even though he probably deserves his constant failures. I'd also like to throw in a shout out to Talkie Toaster from those books, but I don't know if he counts as a guy, being a toaster and everything.
Yossarian from Catch-22 Again, also a movie, but have never seen it. I hear he's played by Alan Arkin. Anyway, I'm reading the sequel right now and it's not that cool, but in Catch-22 this guy is cool. I'd like hanging out with him because he's fun. Even though he's in the middle of a warzone, he still manages to be goofy and mess with stupid people's heads. The war has given him a lot of emotional baggage that you can tell a lot of the humor is a defense mechanism for
Kilgore Trout from about a gazzillion Kurt Vonnegut novels Kilgore Trout is always saying to his cat, "I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't in a book right now. He himself writes short stories with wildly strange plots that only get published in crappy porno mags to use up space. One of his short stories convinces a used automobile salesman to go on a murdering rampage. His son ends up being a ghost that watches the human race evolve into platypus-like beings on a desert island after the rest of the world is taken out by a disease that causes infertility.
That's all I have for now. And I didn't put women up because I mostly read Fantasy, and most of the women in those novels are kind of stupid.
Oh, and addendum: here's how I think they'd fit into my life:
Sam - Torrid affair
Kilgore - Eccentric Uncle
Rimmer - little brother
Yossarian - neighbor/school chum
Mom: Jesus Christ! (at something in the newspaper)
*bag on the table she's sitting at falls off with a huge thunk*
Me: You really shouldn't take the lord's name in vain like that. That was a warning smite, dude.
Okay, I found that really really funny. I crack myself up.
And here is another conversation, this time about mismanaging your college career:
Sarcasmyst: So the english major makes me happy, and the psych major keeps me fed
Sarcasmyst: *grin*
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: You've got it all figured out a helluva lot better than I did :P
Sarcasmyst: *laughs* That's 'cause I's REEEEAL smart. Har har.
Phoemeister: This is me:
"Hmm....I'll wait till the very last second to choose a major."
"Hmm... I'll totally pick a horrible minor, and a major that is nothing like what I thought it would be like."
"Hmm....I'll switch majors."
"eww...switching majors won't work out. I'll stay with this one."
"I really hate my minor but I'll stick it out anyway."
"Maybe I'll switch disciplines within my major."
"Hmm....I'm kind of liking my major now."
"My minor is killing me. Must switch. Oops, weaselly academic advisors screwing me, draining my life blood. Must fight on for new minor."
And that's where i'm at now
Phoemeister: Ah. Yeah, I can see where being smart might've helped :P
Phoemeister: I have developed a strong loathing for academic advisors.
Sarcasmyst: Lol
Sarcasmyst: my advisor...
Sarcasmyst: has no idea who I am
Sarcasmyst: generally loses important papers
Sarcasmyst: and is hard to find
Sarcasmyst: *grin*
Sarcasmyst: I am in advisor-less land.
Sarcasmyst: And I LIKE it.
Sarcasmyst: Bwa ha ha.
Sarcasmyst: what is your major?
Phoemeister: I know how you feel. I only talk to mine when I absolutely have to.
Mass Com. I wanted to get into music production, which I thought was radio production, which is nowhere near the same, and I couldn't switch to music production, and the radio industry's in the crapper, so I'm switching to TV/Movies prod which is slightly less in the crapper, and I'm enjoying writing more than production lately anyway.
Sarcasmyst: *nods* Sounds kinda fun, really
Phoemeister: I kind of suck at production, to tell you the truth.
Phoemeister: Yeah, it is. I'm in a lot happier place now that I'm doing a lot more hands on stuff
*bag on the table she's sitting at falls off with a huge thunk*
Me: You really shouldn't take the lord's name in vain like that. That was a warning smite, dude.
Okay, I found that really really funny. I crack myself up.
And here is another conversation, this time about mismanaging your college career:
Sarcasmyst: So the english major makes me happy, and the psych major keeps me fed
Sarcasmyst: *grin*
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: You've got it all figured out a helluva lot better than I did :P
Sarcasmyst: *laughs* That's 'cause I's REEEEAL smart. Har har.
Phoemeister: This is me:
"Hmm....I'll wait till the very last second to choose a major."
"Hmm... I'll totally pick a horrible minor, and a major that is nothing like what I thought it would be like."
"Hmm....I'll switch majors."
"eww...switching majors won't work out. I'll stay with this one."
"I really hate my minor but I'll stick it out anyway."
"Maybe I'll switch disciplines within my major."
"Hmm....I'm kind of liking my major now."
"My minor is killing me. Must switch. Oops, weaselly academic advisors screwing me, draining my life blood. Must fight on for new minor."
And that's where i'm at now
Phoemeister: Ah. Yeah, I can see where being smart might've helped :P
Phoemeister: I have developed a strong loathing for academic advisors.
Sarcasmyst: Lol
Sarcasmyst: my advisor...
Sarcasmyst: has no idea who I am
Sarcasmyst: generally loses important papers
Sarcasmyst: and is hard to find
Sarcasmyst: *grin*
Sarcasmyst: I am in advisor-less land.
Sarcasmyst: And I LIKE it.
Sarcasmyst: Bwa ha ha.
Sarcasmyst: what is your major?
Phoemeister: I know how you feel. I only talk to mine when I absolutely have to.
Mass Com. I wanted to get into music production, which I thought was radio production, which is nowhere near the same, and I couldn't switch to music production, and the radio industry's in the crapper, so I'm switching to TV/Movies prod which is slightly less in the crapper, and I'm enjoying writing more than production lately anyway.
Sarcasmyst: *nods* Sounds kinda fun, really
Phoemeister: I kind of suck at production, to tell you the truth.
Phoemeister: Yeah, it is. I'm in a lot happier place now that I'm doing a lot more hands on stuff
Monday, May 12, 2003
Oh, here's something I've wanted to blog about for some time: a local Christian bookstore of ours, Berean, has been having ads lately where they have the American flag, or our troops or something, and are all "go to church this sunday" at the end.
No, not, "go to church and pray for our troops," just go to church. Okay, I know they're not trying to be "if you don't go to church, you're not patriotic," but it comes so close that it really, really annoys me. Being American is not being Christian. They are two unrelated things that Berean should not try to tie together. I mean, we practically invented separation of church and state. We're the first to clearly put it in writing, certainly.
So I'd like to say to Berean Bookstores: STOP BEING SUCH BUTTHEADS AND GO BACK TO PUSHING VEGGIE TALES PARAPHANALIA SANS PATRIOTIC PROPAGANDA.
No, not, "go to church and pray for our troops," just go to church. Okay, I know they're not trying to be "if you don't go to church, you're not patriotic," but it comes so close that it really, really annoys me. Being American is not being Christian. They are two unrelated things that Berean should not try to tie together. I mean, we practically invented separation of church and state. We're the first to clearly put it in writing, certainly.
So I'd like to say to Berean Bookstores: STOP BEING SUCH BUTTHEADS AND GO BACK TO PUSHING VEGGIE TALES PARAPHANALIA SANS PATRIOTIC PROPAGANDA.
I got a hit from Japanese google and a hit from New Zealand google today. I feel so international. And less frightened. Now I've got non-arab countries looking for me, for once.
And lots of hits for Funny Cide, Naked Matt Damon, and Dave Grohl's funny Tee shirts.
Really: I got online and had nothing to do. Yep.
And lots of hits for Funny Cide, Naked Matt Damon, and Dave Grohl's funny Tee shirts.
Really: I got online and had nothing to do. Yep.
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Suprise, surprise
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So much to say.....
I've actually not been posting for the last few days because I was actually so busy. So I'm going to hastily sum it up.
1) Move-out. Never a fun experience. Went fairly smoothly though. The only thing worse than moving out my crap: cleaning up that filthy hole. And i'm not even joking about it being filthy. It is the dustiest place on earth.
2) X2. Pretty good. Like last time, I'm disappointed by the lack of character development, but I expected it so wasn't too burned. Also: I think Nightcrawler is AWESOME. I never really knew about that character before because I only watched the X-Men cartoon, but you can't help but fall in love with circus-folk.
3) Tornado Warning. I was going to go more thoroughly into the above, as well as other stuff, last night yesterday, but the power went off 5 minutes after I logged on. And we had all these dire tornado sightings. But, though windy and lightningy outside, it never even rained. My dad and I actually went outside for part of the duration.
4) 'roids. Steroids are AWESOME. I haven't pooped all day! Do you have any idea what that's like for me? I have a fear that I might be a little bit on the constipated side now (not to mention the unpleasantness of taking 17 pills a day + 2 calcium supplements) but It's a sweet, sweet, change from diahrea every 5 minutes.
5) Mother's day. Too cold to go out looking for flowers like usual. We had brunch at the new IHOP. My sister got annoyed with me because I was really chipper. I love the girl, but I'm somewhat troubled by the fact that she likes me better when I'm in a bad mood than when I'm happy. I took a nap half the rest of today, and then watched Die Hard. The one with the plane.
There. Now you're up to date on the scintillating details of my day to day life.
I've actually not been posting for the last few days because I was actually so busy. So I'm going to hastily sum it up.
1) Move-out. Never a fun experience. Went fairly smoothly though. The only thing worse than moving out my crap: cleaning up that filthy hole. And i'm not even joking about it being filthy. It is the dustiest place on earth.
2) X2. Pretty good. Like last time, I'm disappointed by the lack of character development, but I expected it so wasn't too burned. Also: I think Nightcrawler is AWESOME. I never really knew about that character before because I only watched the X-Men cartoon, but you can't help but fall in love with circus-folk.
3) Tornado Warning. I was going to go more thoroughly into the above, as well as other stuff, last night yesterday, but the power went off 5 minutes after I logged on. And we had all these dire tornado sightings. But, though windy and lightningy outside, it never even rained. My dad and I actually went outside for part of the duration.
4) 'roids. Steroids are AWESOME. I haven't pooped all day! Do you have any idea what that's like for me? I have a fear that I might be a little bit on the constipated side now (not to mention the unpleasantness of taking 17 pills a day + 2 calcium supplements) but It's a sweet, sweet, change from diahrea every 5 minutes.
5) Mother's day. Too cold to go out looking for flowers like usual. We had brunch at the new IHOP. My sister got annoyed with me because I was really chipper. I love the girl, but I'm somewhat troubled by the fact that she likes me better when I'm in a bad mood than when I'm happy. I took a nap half the rest of today, and then watched Die Hard. The one with the plane.
There. Now you're up to date on the scintillating details of my day to day life.
Friday, May 09, 2003
I can't believe they have all those questions about piercings under "fucking sick." I score higher in doing sick acts than I do on being straight, because I have pierced ears. What's that?
Anyway.... I'd have to say I'm almost creepily pure.
Anyway.... I'd have to say I'm almost creepily pure.
| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 88.3% Never taken out of the packaging | 61.9% |
| Shamelessness | 97.6% Has yet to see self in mirror | 77.1% |
| Sex Drive | 97.4% The Pope is envious | 75.3% |
| Straightness | 100% | 40.7% |
| Gayness | 100% | 80% |
| Fucking Sick | 99.1% Refreshingly normal | 88.2% |
| You are 97.68% pure Average Score: 69.9% | ||
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Do you know that feeling when you eat a steak and it feels good going down, but then after awhile you're like, "Gee, I have a huge hunk of meat in my stomach." And all your burps are steak-y? It reminds me of that one episode of king of the hill where they show an X ray of Hank and there's this huge steak jammed in his colon. Though I kind of feel bad no matter what I put in my colon, so it might as well be steak.
Worse: Igraine had steak too, and didn't eat hers all the way, and had this steak stinking up her car so I was like, confronted by the overpowering smell of steak even while regretting the steak that I ate. Hell must be full of ironies like this.
Weirdly enough, I asked for well done and got medium done. Igraine asked for medium done, and got rare. No point to this, just saying that Applebee's should re-examine their steak cooking.
We had a great time, though. We laughed, smelled stuff, and saw Chicago. It was good, I was glad I saw it on the big screen. It was good to go out and have fun with a real human being besides my parents.
Worse: Igraine had steak too, and didn't eat hers all the way, and had this steak stinking up her car so I was like, confronted by the overpowering smell of steak even while regretting the steak that I ate. Hell must be full of ironies like this.
Weirdly enough, I asked for well done and got medium done. Igraine asked for medium done, and got rare. No point to this, just saying that Applebee's should re-examine their steak cooking.
We had a great time, though. We laughed, smelled stuff, and saw Chicago. It was good, I was glad I saw it on the big screen. It was good to go out and have fun with a real human being besides my parents.
I'm so mad. I was about to log in just now, and one of the random links on the page was to a blog called "t8er boi." How hilarious is that? That man could be my future husband! But cruel fate (or perhaps bill gates) tore me away from him when IE crashed, and now I don't know the url and couldn't find the page on google.
Anyway: I'm about to get on the 'roids. We decided this pansy colasol crap wasn't cutting it so I'm going to go on steroids. Fun stuff, I'll tell ya. Anyway, I'm relishing the chance to act bitchy and use 'roid rage as an excuse.
Also, it took an HOUR in the office just to wait for him. Stupid Dr's offices, I hate them SO much.
Also, I hate how I'm the only one under 60 who comes into that waiting room. It clearly shows me how fucked up my digestive system is that I'm the only non 60 year old who's going to a digestive disease consultant.
And I'm sick of the paperwork. I have to fill out 8 forms every time I go there. And they ask crap that doesn't even have anything to do with my colon. Like, marital status. I put down "Still lookin'."
And my mom told me this story about how a deer broke into my dad's office building. Honest to god. I would've loved to be one of the people working at the desk near where it busted in. That's gotta be like, the ULTIMATE "this weird thing happened at work," story. You could milk it for years. Hell, I still tell people about the car that exploded behind the Old Lady Store I worked at three years ago. Hell, I'll be telling my grandkids about the deer and I don't even work there. Hell, I just like saying hell.
Anyway: I'm about to get on the 'roids. We decided this pansy colasol crap wasn't cutting it so I'm going to go on steroids. Fun stuff, I'll tell ya. Anyway, I'm relishing the chance to act bitchy and use 'roid rage as an excuse.
Also, it took an HOUR in the office just to wait for him. Stupid Dr's offices, I hate them SO much.
Also, I hate how I'm the only one under 60 who comes into that waiting room. It clearly shows me how fucked up my digestive system is that I'm the only non 60 year old who's going to a digestive disease consultant.
And I'm sick of the paperwork. I have to fill out 8 forms every time I go there. And they ask crap that doesn't even have anything to do with my colon. Like, marital status. I put down "Still lookin'."
And my mom told me this story about how a deer broke into my dad's office building. Honest to god. I would've loved to be one of the people working at the desk near where it busted in. That's gotta be like, the ULTIMATE "this weird thing happened at work," story. You could milk it for years. Hell, I still tell people about the car that exploded behind the Old Lady Store I worked at three years ago. Hell, I'll be telling my grandkids about the deer and I don't even work there. Hell, I just like saying hell.
Speaking of "awesome" does anyone else associate the word with the 80's? It seems like "awesome" (as was "rad") was big in the 80's. And uncool (cool seems to be rather long-running) during the 90's. But people say it again now. My first roommate said it all the time, and it got me saying it too. And lots of people on my trip to England.
Which, in England it was weird. Because people from my group would be like, "St. Paul's Cathedral was AWESOME!!" And while "awesome" is a compliment, if I were St. Paul's Cathedral, I'd be going more for "majestic." Or at least "bitchin'."
Which, in England it was weird. Because people from my group would be like, "St. Paul's Cathedral was AWESOME!!" And while "awesome" is a compliment, if I were St. Paul's Cathedral, I'd be going more for "majestic." Or at least "bitchin'."
Wowee. I got a call from my roommate next semester already (on my answering machine, I wasn't around to actually talk to her).
It used to freak me out, getting used to new roomates, but seeing as how she'll be my 4th roommate, I'm kinda getting over "first meeting the roommate anxiety."
Anyway, she seemed nice enough.
I hope I didn't frighten her when I e-mailed her back:
Hi! This is Phoe, I just recieved your phone call. I am e-mailing you instead of calling because I'm still in the dorm and have no good long distance plan. Aaaaanyway, if you want to call me at my home number (where I will be in a few days) its ###-####. Or call me again here before I leave. Or e-mail me back. The choices are endless!
Anyway, you're in for a real treat next semester, because I am really awesome!
Catch you later,
Phoe
It used to freak me out, getting used to new roomates, but seeing as how she'll be my 4th roommate, I'm kinda getting over "first meeting the roommate anxiety."
Anyway, she seemed nice enough.
I hope I didn't frighten her when I e-mailed her back:
Hi! This is Phoe, I just recieved your phone call. I am e-mailing you instead of calling because I'm still in the dorm and have no good long distance plan. Aaaaanyway, if you want to call me at my home number (where I will be in a few days) its ###-####. Or call me again here before I leave. Or e-mail me back. The choices are endless!
Anyway, you're in for a real treat next semester, because I am really awesome!
Catch you later,
Phoe
Gr... last night I realized that I'm fairly sure that my TV prod and Radio prod finals are in the same room. Usually: not a problem. Unless you're at a school that's stupid enough to schedule the finals of 2 different classes at the same time!
So 1. TV prod is not in the room we usually have it in, and I never heard the final room
2. Radio prod is not in the room we usually have it in. and I never heard the final room
3. Both 1 & 2
4. They actually scheduled 2 finals in the same room.
So, I'm worried that I might not have actually heard where one or more of my finals is: always scary
I'm not sure if I should show up early, so I have time to find the real room if I end up screwed or show up close to time so that I don't sit there pointlessly worrying for 8 minutes.
Gah.... ISU!
So 1. TV prod is not in the room we usually have it in, and I never heard the final room
2. Radio prod is not in the room we usually have it in. and I never heard the final room
3. Both 1 & 2
4. They actually scheduled 2 finals in the same room.
So, I'm worried that I might not have actually heard where one or more of my finals is: always scary
I'm not sure if I should show up early, so I have time to find the real room if I end up screwed or show up close to time so that I don't sit there pointlessly worrying for 8 minutes.
Gah.... ISU!
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
The sad thing is I actually DO have ADD
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I think I've dropped my remote control one too many times
Phoemeister: I just taped my remote together!
Kin: Awesome. I just read about Sir Ian McKellen and aborting the antichrist. =P
Phoemeister: I mean, I had a little tape keeping the bit that holds the battery in, but now tape is literally holding my remote together
Phoemeister: lol
Phoemeister: Wouldn't you abort the antichrist if you had had sex with the devil?
Phoemeister: Another funny thing about the movie: The devil was played by Greg in Dharma and Greg.
Kin: Sure I would.
Kin: Yeah, oddly, I think I've seen that movie before.
Kin: Or at least part of it.
Phoemeister: lol
Phoemeister: Oh my god. My remote is going to explode. It's gotten all hot. I SWEAR
Kin: lol...Are the batteries in correctly?
Phoemeister: OWWWWWW. I just took the batteries out and burned myself
Phoemeister: I thought they were
Kin: If they're in backwards, they can get really hot. I've seen batteries like, melt inside a CD player, because they were in backwards.
Kin: The guy still has a ring burnt into his finger from where he tried to take the battery out.
Phoemeister: weird... I don't think they were in backwards though, because they'd been in there like that for a long time, they only got hot after I taped the thing back together
Kin: Hm. I dunno.
Phoemeister: OW. Just made the mistake of re-touching the battery to see if it had cooled down
Kin: lol...Good one, Phoe. =P
Phoemeister: ......thanks :P
Phoemeister: hm, we might have a spare universal remote at home. Maybe I'll just throw this one away
Kin: That might be a good idea.
Kin: You wouldn't want your remote leaking battery acid all over the place. That burns more than hot metal. =P
Phoemeister: Ow..... yeah
Phoemeister: I keep entertaining the thought of holding my milkshake on top of the hot batteries to cool them down. But I'm like, "do I really want to fuck with the batteries again after being burnt twice?"
Kin: lol...Ah, just give 'em time.
Phoemeister: OW. Just made the mistake of re-touching the battery to see if it had cooled down
Talia: stop touching them
Phoemeister: I did
Talia: cool, and it only took you two times to learn
Phoemeister: shut up!
Phoemeister: I thought they'd cooled down
Talia: :: Laughs::
The bit about the antichrist is supposed to confuse you all.
Phoemeister: I just taped my remote together!
Kin: Awesome. I just read about Sir Ian McKellen and aborting the antichrist. =P
Phoemeister: I mean, I had a little tape keeping the bit that holds the battery in, but now tape is literally holding my remote together
Phoemeister: lol
Phoemeister: Wouldn't you abort the antichrist if you had had sex with the devil?
Phoemeister: Another funny thing about the movie: The devil was played by Greg in Dharma and Greg.
Kin: Sure I would.
Kin: Yeah, oddly, I think I've seen that movie before.
Kin: Or at least part of it.
Phoemeister: lol
Phoemeister: Oh my god. My remote is going to explode. It's gotten all hot. I SWEAR
Kin: lol...Are the batteries in correctly?
Phoemeister: OWWWWWW. I just took the batteries out and burned myself
Phoemeister: I thought they were
Kin: If they're in backwards, they can get really hot. I've seen batteries like, melt inside a CD player, because they were in backwards.
Kin: The guy still has a ring burnt into his finger from where he tried to take the battery out.
Phoemeister: weird... I don't think they were in backwards though, because they'd been in there like that for a long time, they only got hot after I taped the thing back together
Kin: Hm. I dunno.
Phoemeister: OW. Just made the mistake of re-touching the battery to see if it had cooled down
Kin: lol...Good one, Phoe. =P
Phoemeister: ......thanks :P
Phoemeister: hm, we might have a spare universal remote at home. Maybe I'll just throw this one away
Kin: That might be a good idea.
Kin: You wouldn't want your remote leaking battery acid all over the place. That burns more than hot metal. =P
Phoemeister: Ow..... yeah
Phoemeister: I keep entertaining the thought of holding my milkshake on top of the hot batteries to cool them down. But I'm like, "do I really want to fuck with the batteries again after being burnt twice?"
Kin: lol...Ah, just give 'em time.
Phoemeister: OW. Just made the mistake of re-touching the battery to see if it had cooled down
Talia: stop touching them
Phoemeister: I did
Talia: cool, and it only took you two times to learn
Phoemeister: shut up!
Phoemeister: I thought they'd cooled down
Talia: :: Laughs::
The bit about the antichrist is supposed to confuse you all.
Wow. I never knew that one day I'd be taking a quiz that proclaimed me Hell's librarian. Next up for me: the Antichrist's Accountant
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Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Will: (one of my crushes but it'll never work out because he already has a girlfriend and I'm never going to see him again now that class is over) Did you study for the final?
Me: uh...err... not really. I figure by now I know it or not, and studying's not going to help. Plus it was a beautiful day out.
Will: Yeah, that all goes the same for me. Except for the beautiful day thing. I played video games.
Me: Err... Actually I was watching Spiderman on HBO. I just like to pretend like I go outside.
Will: you pretend to go outside?
Me: I meant I like to pretend like I'm not a geek.
Will: Oh, it's alright. I'm a geek too.
Me: Oh, I forgot I don't have to front about that with you.
Anyway: no wonder we're both barely squeaking by in that class :p
Also: does anyone else cry when they watch Spiderman? I mean, I never cry at movies, even the ones that intentionally try to be sad. But in Spiderman I always cry at the bit they replaced the WTC scene with where the guy goes, "Hey, we're New Yorkers! You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!"
Me: uh...err... not really. I figure by now I know it or not, and studying's not going to help. Plus it was a beautiful day out.
Will: Yeah, that all goes the same for me. Except for the beautiful day thing. I played video games.
Me: Err... Actually I was watching Spiderman on HBO. I just like to pretend like I go outside.
Will: you pretend to go outside?
Me: I meant I like to pretend like I'm not a geek.
Will: Oh, it's alright. I'm a geek too.
Me: Oh, I forgot I don't have to front about that with you.
Anyway: no wonder we're both barely squeaking by in that class :p
Also: does anyone else cry when they watch Spiderman? I mean, I never cry at movies, even the ones that intentionally try to be sad. But in Spiderman I always cry at the bit they replaced the WTC scene with where the guy goes, "Hey, we're New Yorkers! You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!"
UGH. They can't figure out who the prof is going to be for the class I NEEEEEED if I'm going to have this minor. So FTA can't give me the override or find out who can. And the little weasel won't even commit to giving his opinion on whether or not the prof, once found, will give me an override.
It KILLS me, KILLS me that I have to depend so hard on one of ISU's crappy advisors. They screw up small things, what about this?
It KILLS me, KILLS me that I have to depend so hard on one of ISU's crappy advisors. They screw up small things, what about this?
I woke up at 11 but I'm still tired. Waking up every 5 minutes throughout the night might've had something to do with it, though. Especially when ISU furthered the problem by making all sorts of weird noises outside my window. My favorite: this extremely loud noise that sounded like a police siren, but put on a tape deck and speeded up and slowed down going higher and lower. I don't know if that's an apt comparison or not. Most annoying: I could hear it through earplugs and 2 extremely loud fans. What is the point of earplugs and extremely loud fans if you can't block out noise?
I also made a new comic yesterday. It's kind of a crappy one, but I felt I had to make it to keep up the charade that I'm creative. Enjoy.
I also made a new comic yesterday. It's kind of a crappy one, but I felt I had to make it to keep up the charade that I'm creative. Enjoy.
Monday, May 05, 2003
Wanda: Oooh, I get to be in Limbo! I'm a virtuous non-believer!
Phoemeister: lol
I go straight to hell
Phoemeister: I think dante's categories are stupid anyway. Caesar makes virtuous non believer, but anthony and cleopatra go to lustville. Caesar killed all sorts of people and lusted after cleopatra too. And I'm surprised that like, the 3 VIP damned are as lame as they are
Wanda: Yeah, but I think you go to the worst place you could be categorised for.
Phoemeister: no, actually gluttony place (my sin) is less bad than a lot of the others I scored high on
Wanda: Yeah, but that's just that test, not Dante.
Phoemeister: no, I meant dante was stupid for putting caesar where he was, and that the ultimate damned being who they are is lame
Wanda: Ah, right.
Phoemeister: aha: the top 3 damned are: Judas, Brutus, and Cassius
I can see why Judas goes there, but the others aren't that bad comparatively. I have no idea who Cassius even is.
Phoemeister: Oh, and Aristotle doesn't deserve to be in limbo either, because he was a misogynist bastard
Wanda: Yeah, but this is organised Christianity... females _are_ treated crap as a matter of course :oP
Phoemeister: ah, touche
Phoemeister: my level of hell gets no famous people
Phoemeister: though I suppose I could think of modern ones. Like Sir Mix a lot. I'm in the same circle of hell as Sir Mix a lot
Wanda: LOL
Wanda: That rocks. I'm kinda jealous!
Phoemeister: You SHOULD be. I bet Louie Anderson is in my circle of hell too
Phoemeister: and Cerebus tears at me with his teeth and claws!
Wanda: Who's Louie Anderson.
Wanda: Damnit, you get to meet Cerebus!!? I'm WAY jealous!!
Phoemeister: He's this fat guy. Hence being in my circle of hell, Gluttony. (I can't remember whether or not Sir Mix a Lot was fat, but he encouraged women to be gluttonous, so that counts the same in my Human Comedy :P)
Wanda: Weird... y'know, Limbo is totally me... the castle is 7-sided - 7 is my lucky number. It's alllllll about sorrow/melancholy and that's totally me. I'm a Pagan. I'm all abotu peaceful, yet sad. And I'm all about meadows, too.
Wanda: LOL - your version sounds pretty cool, missy!
Phoemeister: ....I can't believe you actually want to go to sorrowful/misogynist arostotle place
Phoemeister: lol, thanks. I should write an updated version
Wanda: LOL - I don't WANT to... I just mean it's quite apt for me :oP
Wanda: I don't even believe in Heaven/Hell, etc.
Wanda: LOL - I was just thinking that :oP
Phoemeister: lol
I go straight to hell
Phoemeister: I think dante's categories are stupid anyway. Caesar makes virtuous non believer, but anthony and cleopatra go to lustville. Caesar killed all sorts of people and lusted after cleopatra too. And I'm surprised that like, the 3 VIP damned are as lame as they are
Wanda: Yeah, but I think you go to the worst place you could be categorised for.
Phoemeister: no, actually gluttony place (my sin) is less bad than a lot of the others I scored high on
Wanda: Yeah, but that's just that test, not Dante.
Phoemeister: no, I meant dante was stupid for putting caesar where he was, and that the ultimate damned being who they are is lame
Wanda: Ah, right.
Phoemeister: aha: the top 3 damned are: Judas, Brutus, and Cassius
I can see why Judas goes there, but the others aren't that bad comparatively. I have no idea who Cassius even is.
Phoemeister: Oh, and Aristotle doesn't deserve to be in limbo either, because he was a misogynist bastard
Wanda: Yeah, but this is organised Christianity... females _are_ treated crap as a matter of course :oP
Phoemeister: ah, touche
Phoemeister: my level of hell gets no famous people
Phoemeister: though I suppose I could think of modern ones. Like Sir Mix a lot. I'm in the same circle of hell as Sir Mix a lot
Wanda: LOL
Wanda: That rocks. I'm kinda jealous!
Phoemeister: You SHOULD be. I bet Louie Anderson is in my circle of hell too
Phoemeister: and Cerebus tears at me with his teeth and claws!
Wanda: Who's Louie Anderson.
Wanda: Damnit, you get to meet Cerebus!!? I'm WAY jealous!!
Phoemeister: He's this fat guy. Hence being in my circle of hell, Gluttony. (I can't remember whether or not Sir Mix a Lot was fat, but he encouraged women to be gluttonous, so that counts the same in my Human Comedy :P)
Wanda: Weird... y'know, Limbo is totally me... the castle is 7-sided - 7 is my lucky number. It's alllllll about sorrow/melancholy and that's totally me. I'm a Pagan. I'm all abotu peaceful, yet sad. And I'm all about meadows, too.
Wanda: LOL - your version sounds pretty cool, missy!
Phoemeister: ....I can't believe you actually want to go to sorrowful/misogynist arostotle place
Phoemeister: lol, thanks. I should write an updated version
Wanda: LOL - I don't WANT to... I just mean it's quite apt for me :oP
Wanda: I don't even believe in Heaven/Hell, etc.
Wanda: LOL - I was just thinking that :oP
Ugh... I can't believe I go to such a stupid University. My parents say it's not just ISU, it's all schools, but I seriously think the public school system must be in pretty poor condition if they're all like my school.
Anyway, mean theatre advisor called me back while I was gone for the weekend. I left him my home number, but he totally got it wrong. Like, not even one digit out of place, just a totally different number. That freaked me out, because I didn't want him even more angry at me than he seems to be anyway. Anyway, he told me to come and see him in person. That was a whole lot of fun. The "artsy" bit of campus is labyrinthine even at the best of times, but it's especially scary when there's construction.
So I finally get to the guy's office, and he wants me to fill out the sheet for switching minors. Which I've told him about 8 times I'm afraid to commit because I already have a minor, but he's still like, "So, you don't already have a minor, right?" Anyway, apparently the override to get into the class I really need an override to get into is up to the prof teaching the class, not him. So I called her up and am now waiting for a message from her. Why does it always seem like I'm waiting for a phone call?
Anyway, I have to apologize for all the abuse I've been dishing out to mean theatre advisor on this blog. He's some foreign guy, so I can see why phone numbers mess him up and he doesn't always catch everything I say. Foreigners and I have a history of not understanding each other. And I guess don't blame him for being somewhat grumpy, because I wouldn't want to deal with angry college students in a strange land either.
I myself am also somewhat grumpy because I had to search an hour before I could find my wallet this morning. And when my mom's around, looking for things is doubly stressful because she keeps calling out places to look that I've looked already and then looks at them herself after I tell her I won't look there again and berates me for having a messy room. Which, the messy room has nothing to do with it. I can totally lose things as easily, if not more easily in a clean room. Case in point: we found my wallet in my dirty clothes hamper. That has nothing to do with all the crap on my floor. (and no, I didn't leave the wallet in my pants, as I ended up wearing them again today, the wallet somehow magically found it's way into the hamper, which sort of freaks me out)
Anyway, mean theatre advisor called me back while I was gone for the weekend. I left him my home number, but he totally got it wrong. Like, not even one digit out of place, just a totally different number. That freaked me out, because I didn't want him even more angry at me than he seems to be anyway. Anyway, he told me to come and see him in person. That was a whole lot of fun. The "artsy" bit of campus is labyrinthine even at the best of times, but it's especially scary when there's construction.
So I finally get to the guy's office, and he wants me to fill out the sheet for switching minors. Which I've told him about 8 times I'm afraid to commit because I already have a minor, but he's still like, "So, you don't already have a minor, right?" Anyway, apparently the override to get into the class I really need an override to get into is up to the prof teaching the class, not him. So I called her up and am now waiting for a message from her. Why does it always seem like I'm waiting for a phone call?
Anyway, I have to apologize for all the abuse I've been dishing out to mean theatre advisor on this blog. He's some foreign guy, so I can see why phone numbers mess him up and he doesn't always catch everything I say. Foreigners and I have a history of not understanding each other. And I guess don't blame him for being somewhat grumpy, because I wouldn't want to deal with angry college students in a strange land either.
I myself am also somewhat grumpy because I had to search an hour before I could find my wallet this morning. And when my mom's around, looking for things is doubly stressful because she keeps calling out places to look that I've looked already and then looks at them herself after I tell her I won't look there again and berates me for having a messy room. Which, the messy room has nothing to do with it. I can totally lose things as easily, if not more easily in a clean room. Case in point: we found my wallet in my dirty clothes hamper. That has nothing to do with all the crap on my floor. (and no, I didn't leave the wallet in my pants, as I ended up wearing them again today, the wallet somehow magically found it's way into the hamper, which sort of freaks me out)
Saturday, May 03, 2003
What is up with the names they give racing horses? I mean, I know you want a memorable name that stands out, but these horses are named sentences, not names.
Anyway, I've decided if I ever get a racing horse I'm going to name him Bob. "Funny Cide coming up on the outside, Empire Maker in the lead, Silver Charm holding his own, Peace Rules a cool fourth and Tabasco Cat's not totally out of the running but wait! Wait!!! Bob is making his move! Yes, Bob has won the Kentucky Derby! Wooo!"
If I get a second horse, I'm going to name him Chrysler or something, just so Chrysler would pay money to have my horse on their ads.
Anyway, I've decided if I ever get a racing horse I'm going to name him Bob. "Funny Cide coming up on the outside, Empire Maker in the lead, Silver Charm holding his own, Peace Rules a cool fourth and Tabasco Cat's not totally out of the running but wait! Wait!!! Bob is making his move! Yes, Bob has won the Kentucky Derby! Wooo!"
If I get a second horse, I'm going to name him Chrysler or something, just so Chrysler would pay money to have my horse on their ads.
Friday, May 02, 2003
GAH. Talking to advisors: not fun. I talked to a com advisor today, and she seems pretty optimistic that if I get one override from the mean theatre advisor, and register for a couple of other classes, I'll only have to be here an extra semester.
WOO HOO
But..... I came back to register for the classes I don't need an override for.... Registration's closed. So I called back the com department, and of course no one answered, so I have to wait even longer for an answer about that.
I called up mean theatre advisor to either beg or badger him into giving me an override, and he wasn't there either. And being mean, he probably won't call me back.
D'OH
ISU bureaucracy = formidable
WOO HOO
But..... I came back to register for the classes I don't need an override for.... Registration's closed. So I called back the com department, and of course no one answered, so I have to wait even longer for an answer about that.
I called up mean theatre advisor to either beg or badger him into giving me an override, and he wasn't there either. And being mean, he probably won't call me back.
D'OH
ISU bureaucracy = formidable
Thursday, May 01, 2003
I talked to my mom about the minor thing. She was surprisingly supportive.
It just KILLS me that that damn theatre advisor won't give me an override for next semester, though. I tried calling him back to beg him to do so, but I chickened out and hung up on him. I hope he doesn't have caller id. I have an appointment with a com person tomorrow, hopefully they can tell me something.
I think I might go for it though. ACS is making me miserable.
It just KILLS me that that damn theatre advisor won't give me an override for next semester, though. I tried calling him back to beg him to do so, but I chickened out and hung up on him. I hope he doesn't have caller id. I have an appointment with a com person tomorrow, hopefully they can tell me something.
I think I might go for it though. ACS is making me miserable.
You know, I'm mad at the advisors about the whole minor situation, but I think the reason I'm so very mad is I'm mad at myself as well. I knew I hated ACS when I got into it. I knew my minor should've been English, if anything. I just didn't want to write that many papers. Programming was a novelty, at least. But now I despise programming and feel about the same about writing as I ever did.
I mean, I blame the advisors. I blame my parents. But secretly I blame myself too.
I mean, I blame the advisors. I blame my parents. But secretly I blame myself too.
Phoemeister: AAAAAAH
Phoemeister: Advisors at ISU SUCK
Talia: yup
Phoemeister: I talked to the cinema studies advisor, and he pretty much brushed me off, the bastard
Talia: because he sucks
Phoemeister: "No. There's no way I can possibly help you. Please stick with your old major, or stay here like, 80 more years at a place you hate, you know, pretty much go fuck yourself."
Phoemeister: He wouldn't even help me with registration for next semester, so it would only be like, 70 more years. He's like, "they're full."
I damn well know that even if classes are full an advisor can get you an override if he or she wants to
Talia: but he doesn't want to cause it's more work for him
Phoemeister: pretty much
Phoemeister: And the guy I met who has a minor in cinema studies said something about how some of his com classes count for it or vice versa. I asked the advisor about that, and he didn't even answer me
Talia: maybe cause he doesn't even know.... ask your friend who his advisor is, and go see that guy and explain why your seeing him instead of your own advisor
Phoemeister: I don't know the guy's name.... he was just in the editting room the other day when we were editting our PSA's
Big sigh
Phoemeister: Advisors at ISU SUCK
Talia: yup
Phoemeister: I talked to the cinema studies advisor, and he pretty much brushed me off, the bastard
Talia: because he sucks
Phoemeister: "No. There's no way I can possibly help you. Please stick with your old major, or stay here like, 80 more years at a place you hate, you know, pretty much go fuck yourself."
Phoemeister: He wouldn't even help me with registration for next semester, so it would only be like, 70 more years. He's like, "they're full."
I damn well know that even if classes are full an advisor can get you an override if he or she wants to
Talia: but he doesn't want to cause it's more work for him
Phoemeister: pretty much
Phoemeister: And the guy I met who has a minor in cinema studies said something about how some of his com classes count for it or vice versa. I asked the advisor about that, and he didn't even answer me
Talia: maybe cause he doesn't even know.... ask your friend who his advisor is, and go see that guy and explain why your seeing him instead of your own advisor
Phoemeister: I don't know the guy's name.... he was just in the editting room the other day when we were editting our PSA's
Big sigh
I always knew I was going to hell........
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
"In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws."
"Just before the river Styx is the Fourth Level of Hell. Here, the prodigal and the avaricious suffer their punishment, as they roll weights back and forth against one another. You will share eternal damnation with others who either wasted and lived greedily and insatiably, or who stockpiled their fortunes, hoarding everything and sharing nothing. Plutus, the wolf-like demon of wealth, dwells here."
"The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx." I'm not sure whether I'm the wrathful or the gloomy. I think it's kind of crappy that "gloomy" is a sin....
"You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell."
"Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level." Also not sure I belong in the violent section of hell either...
I guess I'm most likely to end up in middle hell. Yay.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Extreme |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
"In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws."
"Just before the river Styx is the Fourth Level of Hell. Here, the prodigal and the avaricious suffer their punishment, as they roll weights back and forth against one another. You will share eternal damnation with others who either wasted and lived greedily and insatiably, or who stockpiled their fortunes, hoarding everything and sharing nothing. Plutus, the wolf-like demon of wealth, dwells here."
"The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx." I'm not sure whether I'm the wrathful or the gloomy. I think it's kind of crappy that "gloomy" is a sin....
"You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell."
"Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level." Also not sure I belong in the violent section of hell either...
I guess I'm most likely to end up in middle hell. Yay.
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