willdabeast

Haha, excellent, both for the book and for Tim Burton...

I think I know what you mean.

"The Cropse Bride"? Oddly pertinent with all the potato fields around Three Rivers.

If this theater employs such quality people, what's to say he always misses?

People are evil. Ive learned that a long time ago

In terms of the book, mid october is okay, Ive borrowed someones book for this weeks assignement...its almost october anyhow as long as its here before finals im in good shape.

Thanks again

Ok so heres the deal. Im posting this to everyone in my friends list. Im having major writers block and I need some help to break through.

What I would like from you is three words. It can be any three words you can think of. They can be completely random or a person, place or thing, just whatever pops into your head. Everyone who gives me three words get a post-it note story containing their words. It will most likely take me awhile to get everyones story done, but it will get done.

The reason Im asking for your three words instead of choosing my own is twofold. First, you may give me a word that I never would have thought of. Second, by promising each of you who respond to this a story, it will force me to focus and actually write.

For those of you not familiar with my post-it note format let me explain. Post-it note stories are stories that can be contained on; you guessed it, a post-it note. I use the front and back and have learned to write very small. I can get a lot of words on one of those notes.

So, can you help me out? All I need from you is three words

hahaha yeah and were going to beat the tip out of them...

good idea...resting is important...i think i caught whatever it was you had...i was not in good shape and it wont go away...stupid germ sharer...haha from half a country away

Dude, thats one hell of a lap dance

See you tomorrow!

i always have weird dreams. maybe you should get this book: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=QR3XD94CFi&isbn=0760737436&itm=5

it's really interesting so far.

really? you too?

I had a dream about someone I work with last night and went in today and she said she had a dream about me too...wierd huh? though both dreams were entirely unrelated...

i had a dream that she got a puppy and that another dog killed it though the dream was rather graphic and gross...she had a dream that i was kissing another girl...very odd

I wonder if the chinese food had anything to do with that? Probably. That's why I don't eat chinese.

WilliamTheMad? Prepare to receive a book authored by AllanTheSatirist.

I finally sent it out yesterday, so it should be there around...tomorrow.

Symbolic Logic is when you use symbols to represent the parts of your proof. If, for example I had a proof that went:

The object is either red or blue.
The object is not red.
The object is blue.

In symbolic logic it would go like this:

AvB
~A
B

Things can get very, very complex once you start getting several things that you need to represent and they each relate back to one another in a different way. There are many rules about how to get to the correct answer too. I took logic a few years ago and I need a brush up on it, so I figured I would pick up that book.

Ah, that's too bad.
I've always wanted a union job. Maybe I should start a lazy bastards union or something.

That's fucking pleasant man.
I've been breaking in new boots at work the past couple of weeks. Luckily, I haven't gotten any blisters, though do they still fit a bit tight.

Yeah, never fat bastard, though for a brief while I was called Spicy McHaggis. I wasn't a fan of that either really.

I forgot one of the funnier moments of that night:

Shortly after I was told "You just bought yourself the hand surgeon", I called my parents. It was 11PM here, so 9PM in CO. The very first words out of my mouth? "Hi. This is not a social call."

Seven-and-a-half years later, it's still a running gag.

Schmitty, Smoosh-key, Booty, BootyD, Big D,and regretfully Taco Bender. It was a weird ass nickname my parents had for me up till 'bout age 7.

Yep, Thumbs.

The first weekend of my second term at GMI (Freshman II, March '98), I was helping a friend make a ladder for his bunk. It was an old palette, so the saw kept binding in the wood.

"Here, let me do it. It's my saw, I know a few tricks," I told him.

One, two, thr--the saw jumped from the wood & buried itself in my left hand. The first joint of the index finger & the first thumb joint were laid open, the tendon that flexes the thumb was severed, and there was quite a bit of blood.

I did not panic. I grabbed my left wrist, elevated the wounded hand, said "Shit.", and walked to the bathroom. I spent a good ten minutes with my hand under the cold water faucet, watching the bones move around.

I wrapped up my hand & went back into my friend's room. "Dude, you need something? Jack, beer?"

"151'd be nice."

"Lemme see it." He looked at it. "You're going to the hospital."

"I don't need to go to the hospital. Just need to wrap it up & it'll heal on its own."

"You're going."

"Fine."

So began the SEVEN-AND-A-HALF HOUR ordeal at McLaren's ER. This being Flint, a stupid white boy who'd tried to cut his thumb off is a low priority.

Roughly five hours into it, I finally get to fill out paperwork (in triplicate with blood oozing out of my makeshift bandage) then I get to see the nurse. He takes one look at my thumb & asks me to flex it. I cannot. "Son, you just bought yourself the hand surgeon."

I got to wait another hour-and-a-half for the surgeon. For some reason, he went to Hurley first.

I really hadn't felt anything until he stuck the needle in my thumb & began digging around with it, scraping the tip along the bone. That's when my wounds began to sing.

I've felt some odd things in my life. Having forceps shoved between my skin & bone to fish around for the tendon, then having said tendon pulled towards my hand was by far the weirdest. It felt like a string was turning my arm inside-out.

I didn't get a cast, but I did get a splint wrapped in about five pounds of Ace bandage. Couldn't get it wet, couldn't sleep on it, couldn't remove it. Regardless of how much Betadine he had poured onto my thumb (I was afraid I'd have an orange thumb for the rest of my life), it smelled kinda funny after a while.


Two weeks later I got my stitches out. Why did I do immediately after returning to the dorms? I changed the transmission fluid in my S10 (automatic). Oh Lordy was my thumb stiff...

Wow, Totally Happy Belated B-Day Brah!!
At first I was gonna be like "turning down the Double Double time?!?!, WTF!" But then I find out it's your B-day this weekend And I'm like "Fuck It, hope you have some mad ass fun!!!" Wish I could help you celelbrate.

Any chance you know why my SGkazoo membership ain't been approved yet?

The only redeeming factor in reading Emily is that I get to ruin the experience for all of my classmates by telling them about the Gilligan's Island connection. I don't know if you've heard this, but pretty much every poem she wrote can be read in the same cadence as the Gilligan's Island theme song. I am pretty near incapable of reading one without getting that song in my head.