My internet was out, which was kind of a good thing. It minimized the distractions so I could focus on studying. I need to study more, though. I have a final on Monday, and another one on Tuesday.
Yeah. So, if I don't comment in your journals, it's because I'm busy with stuff. I'll write a long entry when this is all done. On Tuesday. Yes.
Oooohhh. New feature! There will be eleven hundred pictures of Zowie and Sammy in my journal. What...? I Can only have 60? Okay. Fine.
Heh. I just got a phone call from Adelphia Powerlink. My mom called yesterday to tell them we were out, and they were all, "We'll send someone to your house between 1 and 5." But, you know, we had a feeling it was an area problem. And it was. That phone call just confirmed our suspicious.
My mom scares people. She's really good at getting what she wants. When she had a career in television back in New York City, she got promotion after promotion -- which she didn't necessarily want, but she was very efficient at what she did. Forcing money out of people and so on. Also, she was -- I guess she still is, I've been told she's a MILF -- very attractive. Because of her career, she got offered modeling jobs. She was a Breck girl. But wow. She puts the fear of whatever diety may or may not exist into people if something isn't working or someone isn't doing their job. Seriously.
There's nothing funnier than listening to an agnostic pray.
"Dear whatever higher power might exist,
"If you exist, please let me pass this test. I know, if you exist, that you would be supremely (get it? supreme? ha!) busy, but, you know, you're supposed to be omnipotent right? So you could take a second to help a sista out. If you exist, you could. Because, if you don't, then you couldn't. Since you don't exist. But if you do, um. Help? Please.
"Peace out!"
No, I think I did well on my test. There weren't any questions that made me go, "Huh??" I was familiar with all of the material. Yeah.
Okay, I'm skipping to the end now, because I have to study, and I'll resume writing entries on Tuesday, possibly Wednesday. And commenting in other people's journals. And on Wednesday, look for many pictures of my cats.
But I can't forget the Epitaph of the Day (or so). It's a weird one. Most of the ones for infants are either weird or upsetting. Usually both. A lot of the time, they're really bitter at god or the infant itself, which I think is sort of odd. I mean, it's odd that you'd be angry at a baby for leaving, like it's leaving of its own volition. The thought would never have occurred to me. Well, on second thought, it kind of makes sense. A pious individual wouldn't want to think that a kind and just god would willingly take a harmless little baby from their arms, right? So common sense dictates that they would rather blame their baby than lose all faith in god. Besides which, these were puritanical times.
Ezra Thayer Jackson, 1783, age 25 days, Plymouth, Massachusetts:
What did the Little hasty sojourner
find so forbidding & disgustful in
our upper World to occasion its
precipitant exit.
Postscript:
I've decided to have one entry per day, and edit it as thoughts come to me. It's more manageable for me, if I want to read old entries for reference or whatever.
Also.
My set list for last night's RADIO SHOW can be found here. It's all fucked up, the list, because there was some character that I included that wasn't allowed, and the "Deal with it" error message kept popping up, and I spent 10 minutes with Don of the famous Metal Revolution show laughing at me. Though it was more of an, "I understand your pain, I've spent many time all, 'WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU STUPID CHARACTER?' deleting shit willy-nilly," except he didn't say "willy-nilly. He's a pretty nice guy, that Don. That's not the guy who stopped me and complimented me on my "fucking great" Dwarves shirt. That guy is nice, too. They're all pretty nice dudes.
Anyway, I hope I did Jackie justice. I found an eBay auction a few weeks ago for a bunch of radio-friendly, edited promotional CDs, so there are some songs in there that I wouldn't be able to play otherwise, which is nice. By the way, "Barracuda Stomp" by Beehive and the Barracudas is the most awesomest (yeah yeah, "sic," I know!) song for radio ever. More so than that one song by Tullycraft, which isn't in the studio because I think someone stole it or James nixed it.
Also, I left a bunch of stickers in the studio during the last show I did with Jackie, and I came back and found a sticker on the wall. I said to Collin, who does the show before the Garage show, I said to him, "That was not by doing!" Because stickering is against the rules. He said James, the music director, did that. He implied that James might be a member? I think I'm going to create a thread called "WVUM MUSIC DIRECTOR THREAD" or something. That's assuming, of course, that he reads the boards.
Okay, Chimpface is done showboating by flying onto a freaking boat and talking about how it's now time to rape Iraq of its oil. And now it's time for me to watch my program. Yay, C.S.I.!
Yeah. So, if I don't comment in your journals, it's because I'm busy with stuff. I'll write a long entry when this is all done. On Tuesday. Yes.
Oooohhh. New feature! There will be eleven hundred pictures of Zowie and Sammy in my journal. What...? I Can only have 60? Okay. Fine.
Heh. I just got a phone call from Adelphia Powerlink. My mom called yesterday to tell them we were out, and they were all, "We'll send someone to your house between 1 and 5." But, you know, we had a feeling it was an area problem. And it was. That phone call just confirmed our suspicious.
My mom scares people. She's really good at getting what she wants. When she had a career in television back in New York City, she got promotion after promotion -- which she didn't necessarily want, but she was very efficient at what she did. Forcing money out of people and so on. Also, she was -- I guess she still is, I've been told she's a MILF -- very attractive. Because of her career, she got offered modeling jobs. She was a Breck girl. But wow. She puts the fear of whatever diety may or may not exist into people if something isn't working or someone isn't doing their job. Seriously.
There's nothing funnier than listening to an agnostic pray.
"Dear whatever higher power might exist,
"If you exist, please let me pass this test. I know, if you exist, that you would be supremely (get it? supreme? ha!) busy, but, you know, you're supposed to be omnipotent right? So you could take a second to help a sista out. If you exist, you could. Because, if you don't, then you couldn't. Since you don't exist. But if you do, um. Help? Please.
"Peace out!"
No, I think I did well on my test. There weren't any questions that made me go, "Huh??" I was familiar with all of the material. Yeah.
Okay, I'm skipping to the end now, because I have to study, and I'll resume writing entries on Tuesday, possibly Wednesday. And commenting in other people's journals. And on Wednesday, look for many pictures of my cats.
But I can't forget the Epitaph of the Day (or so). It's a weird one. Most of the ones for infants are either weird or upsetting. Usually both. A lot of the time, they're really bitter at god or the infant itself, which I think is sort of odd. I mean, it's odd that you'd be angry at a baby for leaving, like it's leaving of its own volition. The thought would never have occurred to me. Well, on second thought, it kind of makes sense. A pious individual wouldn't want to think that a kind and just god would willingly take a harmless little baby from their arms, right? So common sense dictates that they would rather blame their baby than lose all faith in god. Besides which, these were puritanical times.
Ezra Thayer Jackson, 1783, age 25 days, Plymouth, Massachusetts:
What did the Little hasty sojourner
find so forbidding & disgustful in
our upper World to occasion its
precipitant exit.
Postscript:
I've decided to have one entry per day, and edit it as thoughts come to me. It's more manageable for me, if I want to read old entries for reference or whatever.
Also.
My set list for last night's RADIO SHOW can be found here. It's all fucked up, the list, because there was some character that I included that wasn't allowed, and the "Deal with it" error message kept popping up, and I spent 10 minutes with Don of the famous Metal Revolution show laughing at me. Though it was more of an, "I understand your pain, I've spent many time all, 'WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU STUPID CHARACTER?' deleting shit willy-nilly," except he didn't say "willy-nilly. He's a pretty nice guy, that Don. That's not the guy who stopped me and complimented me on my "fucking great" Dwarves shirt. That guy is nice, too. They're all pretty nice dudes.
Anyway, I hope I did Jackie justice. I found an eBay auction a few weeks ago for a bunch of radio-friendly, edited promotional CDs, so there are some songs in there that I wouldn't be able to play otherwise, which is nice. By the way, "Barracuda Stomp" by Beehive and the Barracudas is the most awesomest (yeah yeah, "sic," I know!) song for radio ever. More so than that one song by Tullycraft, which isn't in the studio because I think someone stole it or James nixed it.
Also, I left a bunch of stickers in the studio during the last show I did with Jackie, and I came back and found a sticker on the wall. I said to Collin, who does the show before the Garage show, I said to him, "That was not by doing!" Because stickering is against the rules. He said James, the music director, did that. He implied that James might be a member? I think I'm going to create a thread called "WVUM MUSIC DIRECTOR THREAD" or something. That's assuming, of course, that he reads the boards.
Okay, Chimpface is done showboating by flying onto a freaking boat and talking about how it's now time to rape Iraq of its oil. And now it's time for me to watch my program. Yay, C.S.I.!
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DId you know Colbert and AMY Sedaris are making a book called WIGFIELD? I just found the review today in Pub Weekly. It's about a small town that has a dumb, arrogant reporter (hmm, detect a Colbert influence?) try to enhance its image, only...it turns out the town is corrupt and rancid.
The PW caption says Colbert was a live-performance comedian with Second City. It's hard to picture him NOT in a suit and NOT being a reporter...kind of how I CAN'T picture Dave Attell in an expensive suit.
[Edited on May 03, 2003]