Yeah I know, I left my blog lonely. But it's tough, it can handle it. This semester has already gotten crazy but there are a couple of things I wish to expound upon at a later date:
1. Woman marries dolphin
2. The new facebook status: "It's complicated"
3. How David White and I are the same person
4. How we should all listen to Tamina and not be dumb whores
5. Tales of the Monopoly Strippers: How to win all of Monopoly
Back later...
1/23/2006
12/27/2005
The Holidays 2005 - Part One
So when I told you guys about SK8 and Mike coming to party with the Cubans for New Year's Eve, I don't think I quite conveyed how ridiculous things could get so let me do so by recounting the happenings of the last two days:
Christmas Eve. AKA Noche Buena. My house. Oh wow. So we did the pig thing, took all day to cook the damn thing and by the end of the night not much of the 70 pound pig was still around...
Fast forward to the dancing, as some of you have seen on my away message, when I wear a pair of shoes I commit to them for the night, which is what I did, in comfy three inch stilettos. This gets better a little later. Anyway, so we have everyone dancing, including SK8 and Joel (one time for the white kids), and I'm drinking to my little heart's content which is great because it makes me forget about the pain in my feet. So at about 11:40 SK8 and I realize that we are about to miss the greatest tradition ever, so we hightail it to Hernandez' house. We arrrived just in time for the Hallelujah chorus and the placing of the Baby Jesus into the Nativity. I think her dad was more drunk this year than any other year. Glo-ri-ous!
So then I finally get to bed around 3 am, which is cool, until people bother me at 10 am. Whatever, it's Christmas, I play along. We open the presents, hang out, and then all return to bed for what would later serve us as disco naps. So my Tia is pestering us all day to get to her house and finally she says, we're all going over there RIGHT NOW if you guys don't leave. So of course, the thought of 30 people invading our house when we'd had 45 over the night before and just finished cleaning put a fire under us to move.
So now we're at Tia's house, more gift exchanging, more oohing and ahhing, fun. There's a disgusting amount of food available of course, because after all it's Christmas. And now the dancing starts. I don't know who is reading this, but I know that most of my friends from home at least have partied with my family. We dance. Salsa. Merengue. Bachata. And now and then some hip hop to give our parents heart attacks and to let my 7 year-old cousin, Adam, show off his sweet dance moves. Now here's where my stilettos from the night before become a fun fact. I have these SWEET burgundy leather boots from Nine West, they are hot. They are have four inch heels that are pencil-thin. Now, I'm tough, and I've worn these boots to school on days when I have class and meetings and I hold up fine. But I've never danced in these shoes. Hell, I don't know if I'll ever dance again! And being the stubborn girl that I am I danced for FIVE HOURS in these shoes. Add to that the fact that I'd danced the night before, add to that the fact that I was the DD so there was no alcohol to numb my pain, and finally the greatest of all the facts: Disco is back.
Well, at least it was last night, and it will be at New Year's Eve. But before you think I've lost the tough-ass chick status let us review disco. I'm not talking about the cheesy move that all of us do from Saturday Night Fever that has your arm pointing in a diagonal in sync with your hips. NO FRIENDS. My father is apparently, or was I should say, a disco king, which means lots of moving around the dance floor and lots of turns. Now, I'm an above average dancer, I have rhythm, I can move rather well, but being twirled at high speeds for five turns alternating in different directions will get most people, except the best of ballerinas, dizzy enough to fall. My ankle breaking kept flashing into my mind. It is a Christmas miracle that I did not trip and kill myself. I have the balance to dance in 4 inch stilettos people, platforms would've been no problem...I should've been born in time for disco. IT IS SO FUN! Even though about once every ten minutes I get yelled at for backleading...imagine me, trying to take control...
1:30 am rolls around. We're tired, we're fading. We leave. We try to go to Village Inn because we're STARVING, it's closed. We get home, make hot chocolate and Cuban toast. We're chatting in our dining room, answering the phone when my Tia calls telling us to come back to her house for breakfast. We decline.
So you think it ends here right? For most normal people, it would. Bedtime would come. They would sleep. They would dream. They would be resting.
We are not normal. Don't ever let me try to convince you otherwise.
Sitting in the dining room we hear them before we see them. We right off the one bang we heard as a rogue movement somewhere on the street, a car or something. And then we SEE them. All TWENTY of them. In our backyard, walking into our patio, then walking into our house. The bang we heard? One of the kids who had a wooden spoon and a pot lid. One of many kids with such a device. And the adults? Guitars, drums, and because what would a serenata be without one, una guira. (Translations: 1.Serenata: a tradition, namely found in P.R. and the D.R., where you go and sing songs to your neighbors during the holidays in the wee hours of the morning 2. Una guira: it's an instrument, I don't know if there's an English word for it, I'll investigate) So now we're in for a full on serenata, because friends of my aunts are with us, and they are a Dominican family who used to have a band, which is cool. They had been our live band for a little while at Tia's house before joining us for dancing fun, and now they were at our house. So we're singing, and in true Cuban fashion the food starts coming from I DON'T KNOW WHERE. But everyone's eating and having a great time. (Note: Frank Sinatra's My Way sounds amazing in Spanish) So finally around 3:30 am they leave. In telling this story to Colin he says, "Wow, that's crazy. That would never happen to me in Boca." He then joked about how it'd probably never happen again...
It's happened before.
Except with more people.
This is why my stories are fun. Yeah, my old church used to go on serenatas on Friday nights during the holiday season. We'd get out of youth group around 10 pm, go grab dinner, and then start knocking on congregants doors (beginning with those with teens who'd decided to stay in instead of joining us for this fun) around midnight. And this would start with about 30 people, and that group would keep growing, because once we stopped at your house, you usually came along so whoever's house was last ended up with about 40-50 people easily. Of course, part of the fun is having them show up, so we stayed in one night for it.
I don't know if many many loud mouthed Latinos have ever showed up at your doorstep at 1:00 am with panderetas, timbales, bongos, guiras, y guitarras (tambourines, snare drums, bongo drums, guiras, and guitars) but it's pretty fantastic. It's also pretty loud. I'll warn your neighbors before we come to your house, don't worry.
GUESS WHAT! The holidays are not over. There's more to come. I'm hoping that New Year's Eve will be amazing enough for the blog, that's why I entitled this entry Part One, because I'm pretty sure there will be a Part Two. Maybe a Part Three. Jackie called today to see what I was wearing to New Year's, the conversation ended with my sending her photos online. It's gonna be great!
Oh, and here's another penny for your thoughts.
My aunt says to me as they're leaving my house at 3:30 am, "You guys are lucky Village Inn was closed, because we were going to go there with all of this."
Oh wow.
P.S. It hurts to move. A lot.
Christmas Eve. AKA Noche Buena. My house. Oh wow. So we did the pig thing, took all day to cook the damn thing and by the end of the night not much of the 70 pound pig was still around...
Fast forward to the dancing, as some of you have seen on my away message, when I wear a pair of shoes I commit to them for the night, which is what I did, in comfy three inch stilettos. This gets better a little later. Anyway, so we have everyone dancing, including SK8 and Joel (one time for the white kids), and I'm drinking to my little heart's content which is great because it makes me forget about the pain in my feet. So at about 11:40 SK8 and I realize that we are about to miss the greatest tradition ever, so we hightail it to Hernandez' house. We arrrived just in time for the Hallelujah chorus and the placing of the Baby Jesus into the Nativity. I think her dad was more drunk this year than any other year. Glo-ri-ous!
So then I finally get to bed around 3 am, which is cool, until people bother me at 10 am. Whatever, it's Christmas, I play along. We open the presents, hang out, and then all return to bed for what would later serve us as disco naps. So my Tia is pestering us all day to get to her house and finally she says, we're all going over there RIGHT NOW if you guys don't leave. So of course, the thought of 30 people invading our house when we'd had 45 over the night before and just finished cleaning put a fire under us to move.
So now we're at Tia's house, more gift exchanging, more oohing and ahhing, fun. There's a disgusting amount of food available of course, because after all it's Christmas. And now the dancing starts. I don't know who is reading this, but I know that most of my friends from home at least have partied with my family. We dance. Salsa. Merengue. Bachata. And now and then some hip hop to give our parents heart attacks and to let my 7 year-old cousin, Adam, show off his sweet dance moves. Now here's where my stilettos from the night before become a fun fact. I have these SWEET burgundy leather boots from Nine West, they are hot. They are have four inch heels that are pencil-thin. Now, I'm tough, and I've worn these boots to school on days when I have class and meetings and I hold up fine. But I've never danced in these shoes. Hell, I don't know if I'll ever dance again! And being the stubborn girl that I am I danced for FIVE HOURS in these shoes. Add to that the fact that I'd danced the night before, add to that the fact that I was the DD so there was no alcohol to numb my pain, and finally the greatest of all the facts: Disco is back.
Well, at least it was last night, and it will be at New Year's Eve. But before you think I've lost the tough-ass chick status let us review disco. I'm not talking about the cheesy move that all of us do from Saturday Night Fever that has your arm pointing in a diagonal in sync with your hips. NO FRIENDS. My father is apparently, or was I should say, a disco king, which means lots of moving around the dance floor and lots of turns. Now, I'm an above average dancer, I have rhythm, I can move rather well, but being twirled at high speeds for five turns alternating in different directions will get most people, except the best of ballerinas, dizzy enough to fall. My ankle breaking kept flashing into my mind. It is a Christmas miracle that I did not trip and kill myself. I have the balance to dance in 4 inch stilettos people, platforms would've been no problem...I should've been born in time for disco. IT IS SO FUN! Even though about once every ten minutes I get yelled at for backleading...imagine me, trying to take control...
1:30 am rolls around. We're tired, we're fading. We leave. We try to go to Village Inn because we're STARVING, it's closed. We get home, make hot chocolate and Cuban toast. We're chatting in our dining room, answering the phone when my Tia calls telling us to come back to her house for breakfast. We decline.
So you think it ends here right? For most normal people, it would. Bedtime would come. They would sleep. They would dream. They would be resting.
We are not normal. Don't ever let me try to convince you otherwise.
Sitting in the dining room we hear them before we see them. We right off the one bang we heard as a rogue movement somewhere on the street, a car or something. And then we SEE them. All TWENTY of them. In our backyard, walking into our patio, then walking into our house. The bang we heard? One of the kids who had a wooden spoon and a pot lid. One of many kids with such a device. And the adults? Guitars, drums, and because what would a serenata be without one, una guira. (Translations: 1.Serenata: a tradition, namely found in P.R. and the D.R., where you go and sing songs to your neighbors during the holidays in the wee hours of the morning 2. Una guira: it's an instrument, I don't know if there's an English word for it, I'll investigate) So now we're in for a full on serenata, because friends of my aunts are with us, and they are a Dominican family who used to have a band, which is cool. They had been our live band for a little while at Tia's house before joining us for dancing fun, and now they were at our house. So we're singing, and in true Cuban fashion the food starts coming from I DON'T KNOW WHERE. But everyone's eating and having a great time. (Note: Frank Sinatra's My Way sounds amazing in Spanish) So finally around 3:30 am they leave. In telling this story to Colin he says, "Wow, that's crazy. That would never happen to me in Boca." He then joked about how it'd probably never happen again...
It's happened before.
Except with more people.
This is why my stories are fun. Yeah, my old church used to go on serenatas on Friday nights during the holiday season. We'd get out of youth group around 10 pm, go grab dinner, and then start knocking on congregants doors (beginning with those with teens who'd decided to stay in instead of joining us for this fun) around midnight. And this would start with about 30 people, and that group would keep growing, because once we stopped at your house, you usually came along so whoever's house was last ended up with about 40-50 people easily. Of course, part of the fun is having them show up, so we stayed in one night for it.
I don't know if many many loud mouthed Latinos have ever showed up at your doorstep at 1:00 am with panderetas, timbales, bongos, guiras, y guitarras (tambourines, snare drums, bongo drums, guiras, and guitars) but it's pretty fantastic. It's also pretty loud. I'll warn your neighbors before we come to your house, don't worry.
GUESS WHAT! The holidays are not over. There's more to come. I'm hoping that New Year's Eve will be amazing enough for the blog, that's why I entitled this entry Part One, because I'm pretty sure there will be a Part Two. Maybe a Part Three. Jackie called today to see what I was wearing to New Year's, the conversation ended with my sending her photos online. It's gonna be great!
Oh, and here's another penny for your thoughts.
My aunt says to me as they're leaving my house at 3:30 am, "You guys are lucky Village Inn was closed, because we were going to go there with all of this."
Oh wow.
P.S. It hurts to move. A lot.
12/18/2005
I'm home...woot woot.
So after putting it off for an extra day and a half I have arrived back in T-Town #1...
Why did I put it off? Because while I love Tampa, once I'm here for break I'm essentially stuck here, so we'll see how long before I want to kill someone.
So I'm in the house, and it's Christmas. Lights outside. Fantastic tree. Gifts under it. The whole nine. It's nice, although kind of startling to go from no Christmas in an apartment (except for the mistletoe my roomates hung up) to the Christmas house.
OK. STOP. I'm talking to Colin online and my away message is:
"Sydney, the man is the leader of the free world. He's brilliant, funny, handsome. He's an above-average dancer. Isn't it possible our standards are just a tad high?";-)
For those of you who don't know, this is a quote from The American President.
Colin's response?
Colin: "I am so Andrew Shepard."
I have such modest friends.
But wait...it gets so much better.
Me: wow, im amazed that you just claimed to be andrew shepard
Colin: well think about it...handsome (at least i hope so), i can dance like a white guy (which means only when in a tux), I'm articulate when the situation calls for it, and i'm single...i'm him
Me: and leader of the free world?
Colin: technically, the only world that is free is your own world
Colin: so, in that case, yes
Me: a line for everything sir
This blog entry started as Christmas at home. Colin stole the show. Ok, I'm out...I'm being distracted...
Why did I put it off? Because while I love Tampa, once I'm here for break I'm essentially stuck here, so we'll see how long before I want to kill someone.
So I'm in the house, and it's Christmas. Lights outside. Fantastic tree. Gifts under it. The whole nine. It's nice, although kind of startling to go from no Christmas in an apartment (except for the mistletoe my roomates hung up) to the Christmas house.
OK. STOP. I'm talking to Colin online and my away message is:
"Sydney, the man is the leader of the free world. He's brilliant, funny, handsome. He's an above-average dancer. Isn't it possible our standards are just a tad high?";-)
For those of you who don't know, this is a quote from The American President.
Colin's response?
Colin: "I am so Andrew Shepard."
I have such modest friends.
But wait...it gets so much better.
Me: wow, im amazed that you just claimed to be andrew shepard
Colin: well think about it...handsome (at least i hope so), i can dance like a white guy (which means only when in a tux), I'm articulate when the situation calls for it, and i'm single...i'm him
Me: and leader of the free world?
Colin: technically, the only world that is free is your own world
Colin: so, in that case, yes
Me: a line for everything sir
This blog entry started as Christmas at home. Colin stole the show. Ok, I'm out...I'm being distracted...
12/13/2005
Sarah Kate is legal...Part Two
So this morning SK8 calls me, and in a horribly (still) drunk voice she has the following conversation with me:
Me: Hey honey, how ya feelin?
Her: Not so good...I had 21 drunks...
Me: Shots?
Her: No! DRINKS, they made me have 21 drinks...there was wine, and beer, and margaritas...
Me: Where'd you go?
Her: My room, Chili's, Bar 23, which seems like a shady-ass house...and is a shady-ass house.
Me: Oh okay, so --
Her: --and I'm still drunk
Me: Yeah, I got that.
Her: I'm walking across South Quad...oh! There are seagulls!
Me: Uh, I don't think so.
Her: But I SEE them.
Me: SK8, Honey, you're in Indiana, there's not an ocean for the seagulls to live near...
Her: Ohh...well, they're here...ok well I'm at breakfast, TTYL
You've gotta love her.
Me: Hey honey, how ya feelin?
Her: Not so good...I had 21 drunks...
Me: Shots?
Her: No! DRINKS, they made me have 21 drinks...there was wine, and beer, and margaritas...
Me: Where'd you go?
Her: My room, Chili's, Bar 23, which seems like a shady-ass house...and is a shady-ass house.
Me: Oh okay, so --
Her: --and I'm still drunk
Me: Yeah, I got that.
Her: I'm walking across South Quad...oh! There are seagulls!
Me: Uh, I don't think so.
Her: But I SEE them.
Me: SK8, Honey, you're in Indiana, there's not an ocean for the seagulls to live near...
Her: Ohh...well, they're here...ok well I'm at breakfast, TTYL
You've gotta love her.
12/12/2005
Narnia
Uh...does anyone else find it a little disturbing that Lucy seems anxious to cut a bitch in The Lion, The Witch, & The Wardrobe? Anyone? Seriously, everytime she is maybe going to have to cut something she pulls out that dagger with gusto and is like, "Let's go!" She's SIX! It's a good thing Aslan and Peter and Susan are around to keep her from doing things that would get her killed.
Happy Birthday SK8!!!
Happy Birthday SK8!!!
Sarah Kate is legal
That's right ladies and gentlemen, because liquor stores didn't have enough problems to worry about, Sarah Katherine Hafner was born 21 years ago today, December 12th. Wow, we're getting old...oh wait, not me, just all of you. Hafner, I feel like we have to do it up right when you get home, but we'll go slow, stupid rowing has your tolerance down. Did I say stupid rowing? Let me clarify, I love me some water, shells, and oars, but training means no drinking. So have your fun at Chili's happy hour tomorrow but know that Coach Stone wants something like 12 hours out of you this week, or at least thats what Quinn told me. And while I know study days at ND just aren't the same without surprise visits from me, good luck, survive the days, survive Riley, and remember Starbucks doesn't close until 2 o'clock in the morning. See you in a week-ish...
12/10/2005
Simply amazing
Footnote 1. The trial transcript quotes Ms. Hayden as saying Murphy called her a snitch bitch “hoe.” A “hoe,” of course, is a tool used for weeding and gardening. We think the court reporter, unfamiliar with rap music (perhaps thankfully so), misunderstood Hayden’s response. We have taken the liberty of changing “hoe” to “ho,” a staple of rap music vernacular as, for example, when Ludacris raps “You doin’ ho activities with ho tendencies.”
There's nothing that can be added to that to make it better...
There's nothing that can be added to that to make it better...
12/08/2005
My cousin Jackie...
This is Jackie's response to an e-mail her mom sent us about good girls being the good apples at the top of the tree:
"ohhh please that apple thing full of shit im oG as hell mom im chillin hard as hell i dont need 2 wiat for someone 2 pick me from the top of the tree im the type of apple thats on top so they can fall on purpose and knock the boy out or spit on them"
That's right people. Knock them out or spit on them. And you thought I was crazy...
I see her in 27 days...so exciting.
"ohhh please that apple thing full of shit im oG as hell mom im chillin hard as hell i dont need 2 wiat for someone 2 pick me from the top of the tree im the type of apple thats on top so they can fall on purpose and knock the boy out or spit on them"
That's right people. Knock them out or spit on them. And you thought I was crazy...
I see her in 27 days...so exciting.
11/22/2005
Not nice.
You shouldn't make bets about girls. It's not nice. And they find out. Because people like them more than they like you. I don't care how long ago it was. So now she knows and you're on her list. Don't worry, revenge won't be soon, it'll be when you don't expect it, and she'll be there, smiling. Fucker.
Sarah Kate has family envy
So here's the history...
Sarah Kate (my best friend in all the world, also known as SK8) is Irish. And that's cool and all, but it's kinda like being German (read: boring). And her family is lovely, I've met most of them, very nice people. Alas, she has met a portion (that's right kid, you haven't met nearly everyone) of my family and thinks she can just co-opt herself in. Here's the thing, shes got no camo for this, we're all Cuban, and not even the light-skinned, light-haired Cubans, most of us look like me (yeah I know, how can THAT many people be THAT good looking), so homegirl doesn't blend in at all. So you think, maybe she'll get in under the "I speak Spanish" cover...she took French for five years and has moved on to Italian. She has carved herself a niche though, calling my parents Mom and Dad, calling my grandparents Abuelo and Abuela, calling my aunts and uncles Tia and Tio. So ANYWAY, in all her brilliance on the phone today she once again displayed family envy. Here's the conversation:
Sarah: Psshht! I'd have to make sure someone worshipped me before subjecting them to something like my family's new year's eve party...that shit is intense...150 people...all of them crazy and Cuban and slightly drunk...
SK8: Yeah, you're right. I waited a year and a half before bringing Mike (shout out to you Mike, one of the few cool kids at ND) home to meet them.
Sarah: SK8, Mike met your parents last year...oh...you meant before meeting my family. I thought we went over this...you're not really related to me...
See, total family envy. (MY NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY IS GOING TO ROCK BTW!)
Sarah Kate (my best friend in all the world, also known as SK8) is Irish. And that's cool and all, but it's kinda like being German (read: boring). And her family is lovely, I've met most of them, very nice people. Alas, she has met a portion (that's right kid, you haven't met nearly everyone) of my family and thinks she can just co-opt herself in. Here's the thing, shes got no camo for this, we're all Cuban, and not even the light-skinned, light-haired Cubans, most of us look like me (yeah I know, how can THAT many people be THAT good looking), so homegirl doesn't blend in at all. So you think, maybe she'll get in under the "I speak Spanish" cover...she took French for five years and has moved on to Italian. She has carved herself a niche though, calling my parents Mom and Dad, calling my grandparents Abuelo and Abuela, calling my aunts and uncles Tia and Tio. So ANYWAY, in all her brilliance on the phone today she once again displayed family envy. Here's the conversation:
Sarah: Psshht! I'd have to make sure someone worshipped me before subjecting them to something like my family's new year's eve party...that shit is intense...150 people...all of them crazy and Cuban and slightly drunk...
SK8: Yeah, you're right. I waited a year and a half before bringing Mike (shout out to you Mike, one of the few cool kids at ND) home to meet them.
Sarah: SK8, Mike met your parents last year...oh...you meant before meeting my family. I thought we went over this...you're not really related to me...
See, total family envy. (MY NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY IS GOING TO ROCK BTW!)
11/21/2005
Roscoe Oglesby
Sarah's dreams strike again...
I had a dream that the Union was hiring someone new for a new made up position. No one had told me about the position, the interviews, or the person so in my dream I look down at our Union board Meeting Agenda and get really snippy with everyone. It was funny after I woke up. Anyway, damn Union...you already own my life, stay the fuck out of my dreams! Please?
I had a dream that the Union was hiring someone new for a new made up position. No one had told me about the position, the interviews, or the person so in my dream I look down at our Union board Meeting Agenda and get really snippy with everyone. It was funny after I woke up. Anyway, damn Union...you already own my life, stay the fuck out of my dreams! Please?
11/12/2005
Pirate name!
Your pirate name is:
Captain Mary Rackham
Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!
Captain Mary Rackham
Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!
10/03/2005
I may not be street smart and all that, but at least I know not to be that dumb!
First of all, before I begin, extra points goes to the person who can tell me what movie my entry title is from... and now my entry:
So I had a Boston fan talk to me (that's right, one of them DARED to talk to me) and try to gloat that the Red Sox won the last game of the AL East Division Series. I just looked at him blankly and said, but we (NYY) won the division title. And he says, but that's not the issue, we won the game. NO SILLY BOY! That's like saying, the war is lost, but we won that one battle that one time against those little boys and it ROCKED. See how silly that sounds? Yes, you all won a game that we didn't care about because we'd already clinched. Some people say that's why professional sports sucks, for love or money, and all that bullshit, but I say its the economics of a sport like baseball where pitching cycle means everything and if you have a chance to give your players a break then you take it because Lord knows October is here and they're not going to have one for a while. It's things like that which make the NYY such a successful team, because when it comes down to it, everyone overspends on their teams, but our coaching staff at least knows how to use our overpaid players in the most effective manner with the longest lasting result. So go have fun chasing that wild card Boston, and hopefully we'll meet again in the ALCS...
So I had a Boston fan talk to me (that's right, one of them DARED to talk to me) and try to gloat that the Red Sox won the last game of the AL East Division Series. I just looked at him blankly and said, but we (NYY) won the division title. And he says, but that's not the issue, we won the game. NO SILLY BOY! That's like saying, the war is lost, but we won that one battle that one time against those little boys and it ROCKED. See how silly that sounds? Yes, you all won a game that we didn't care about because we'd already clinched. Some people say that's why professional sports sucks, for love or money, and all that bullshit, but I say its the economics of a sport like baseball where pitching cycle means everything and if you have a chance to give your players a break then you take it because Lord knows October is here and they're not going to have one for a while. It's things like that which make the NYY such a successful team, because when it comes down to it, everyone overspends on their teams, but our coaching staff at least knows how to use our overpaid players in the most effective manner with the longest lasting result. So go have fun chasing that wild card Boston, and hopefully we'll meet again in the ALCS...
9/26/2005
A version of my personality test that is legible...
You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.For you, comfort and calm are very important.You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.
Wow, these things are never right for me but this one is magically all correct. Those of you who know me know this to be true, those of you who don't, take my word, or talk to me for five minutes.
Wow, these things are never right for me but this one is magically all correct. Those of you who know me know this to be true, those of you who don't, take my word, or talk to me for five minutes.
9/07/2005
Meg's Away Message
America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've gotta want it bad, 'cause it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center-stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then, you can stand up and sing about the land of the free.
9/05/2005
Right on!
For you, comfort and calm are very important.You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong. |
8/09/2005
Czech whores
Fun fact: Notre Dame kids need to get out more
Example:
ND Student: oh we were shitfaced... then the next night we go into this club and all these girls start coming up to us
ND Student: and i was like what the fuck is going on
ND Student: and then i realized it was a brothel
Example:
ND Student: oh we were shitfaced... then the next night we go into this club and all these girls start coming up to us
ND Student: and i was like what the fuck is going on
ND Student: and then i realized it was a brothel
8/03/2005
Why the West Wing rocks in general...
If any of you know me, then you know that I love the West Wing. This might be hard for you to undertsand because of the fact thgat I disagree with just about everything policy-wise on the show, but it doesn't mean I am incapable of enjoying good writing, or at least I was for seasons 1-4, now I'm just a hostage of the characters. Here are some more enjoyable quotes that should intrigue all of you to watch ny West Wing DVDs with me, or at the very least, watch Bravo on Monday nights for West Wing Mondays...
Josh Lyman: You know what, CJ? I really think I'm the best judge of what I mean, you paranoid Berkeley shiksa feminista... Wow, that was way too far.
C.J. Cregg: No. No. Well, I've got a staff meeting to go to and so do you, you elitist, Harvard, fascist, missed-the-dean's-list-two-semesters-in-a-row Yankee jackass.
Margaret: Can I just say something for the future? *I* can sign the president's name. I've got his signature down pretty good.
Leo McGarry: You can sign the president's name?
Margaret: Yeah.
Leo McGarry: On a document removing him from power?
Margaret: Yeah. Or do you think the White House Counsel would say that's a bad idea?
Leo McGarry: I think the White House Counsel would say that's a Coup D'Etat.
Margaret: I'd probably end up doing some time for that.
Leo McGarry: I would think. And what the hell are you doing practicing the president's signature?
Margaret: It's just for fun.
Leo McGarry: We've got separation of powers, checks and balances, and Margaret, vetoing things and sending them back to the hill.
Josh Lyman: All I'm saying is, if you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop to get a beer.
Donna Moss: If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.
President Josiah Bartlet: Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: I don't say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does. President Josiah Bartlet: Yes it does. Leviticus.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: 18:22.
President Josiah Bartlet: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I have you here. I'm interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here's one that's really important because we've got a lot of sports fans in this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.
General Ed Barrie: How about we discuss new defense spending being down to three hundred billion from four hundred billion ten years ago. Is that personal?
C.J. Cregg: No, sir, I think that's about the cold war ending ten years ago and America not needing to spend quite so much money defending itself against a country that can't bake bread.
Toby Ziegler: [holding his twin babies] I didn't realize babies come with hats. You guys crack me up. You don't have jobs. You can't walk or speak the language. You don't have a dollar in your pockets but you got yourselves a hat so everything's fine. I don't want to alarm you or anything, but I'm Dad. And for you, son - for you - this will be the last time I pass the buck, but I think it should be clear from the get-go that it was Mom who named you Huckleberry. I guess she was feeling like life doesn't present enough challenges to overcome on its own. And, honey, you've got a name now, too. [turns to his daughter] Your mom and I named you after an incredibly brave woman, really not all that much older than you. Your name is Molly. Huck and Molly. So, what do I do? Well, you're going to need food and clothes and doctors and dentists and there's that. And should you have any questions along the way...
C.J. Cregg: If you ever post anything on that website again, I will shove the motherboard so far up your ass...what?
Josh Lyman: Technically, I outrank you -
C.J. Cregg: SO FAR UP YOUR ASS!
Toby Ziegler: You think the United States is under attack from 1200 Cubans in rowboats?
Sam Seaborn: I'm not saying I don't like our chances.
Toby Ziegler: It's mind-boggling to me we ever won an election.
Yeah, I had to correct some of these quotes, because the website from which I took them had them written incorrectly and it bothered me. I think I won't post West Wing quotes for a while now, I think I was just inspired to do so by an away message that made me think about all the funny things they say on the West Wing...also, how sad it is that I find China trade jokes funny...but WHATEVER, I'm still cool, I swear.
Josh Lyman: You know what, CJ? I really think I'm the best judge of what I mean, you paranoid Berkeley shiksa feminista... Wow, that was way too far.
C.J. Cregg: No. No. Well, I've got a staff meeting to go to and so do you, you elitist, Harvard, fascist, missed-the-dean's-list-two-semesters-in-a-row Yankee jackass.
Margaret: Can I just say something for the future? *I* can sign the president's name. I've got his signature down pretty good.
Leo McGarry: You can sign the president's name?
Margaret: Yeah.
Leo McGarry: On a document removing him from power?
Margaret: Yeah. Or do you think the White House Counsel would say that's a bad idea?
Leo McGarry: I think the White House Counsel would say that's a Coup D'Etat.
Margaret: I'd probably end up doing some time for that.
Leo McGarry: I would think. And what the hell are you doing practicing the president's signature?
Margaret: It's just for fun.
Leo McGarry: We've got separation of powers, checks and balances, and Margaret, vetoing things and sending them back to the hill.
Josh Lyman: All I'm saying is, if you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop to get a beer.
Donna Moss: If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.
President Josiah Bartlet: Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: I don't say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does. President Josiah Bartlet: Yes it does. Leviticus.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: 18:22.
President Josiah Bartlet: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I have you here. I'm interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here's one that's really important because we've got a lot of sports fans in this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.
General Ed Barrie: How about we discuss new defense spending being down to three hundred billion from four hundred billion ten years ago. Is that personal?
C.J. Cregg: No, sir, I think that's about the cold war ending ten years ago and America not needing to spend quite so much money defending itself against a country that can't bake bread.
Toby Ziegler: [holding his twin babies] I didn't realize babies come with hats. You guys crack me up. You don't have jobs. You can't walk or speak the language. You don't have a dollar in your pockets but you got yourselves a hat so everything's fine. I don't want to alarm you or anything, but I'm Dad. And for you, son - for you - this will be the last time I pass the buck, but I think it should be clear from the get-go that it was Mom who named you Huckleberry. I guess she was feeling like life doesn't present enough challenges to overcome on its own. And, honey, you've got a name now, too. [turns to his daughter] Your mom and I named you after an incredibly brave woman, really not all that much older than you. Your name is Molly. Huck and Molly. So, what do I do? Well, you're going to need food and clothes and doctors and dentists and there's that. And should you have any questions along the way...
C.J. Cregg: If you ever post anything on that website again, I will shove the motherboard so far up your ass...what?
Josh Lyman: Technically, I outrank you -
C.J. Cregg: SO FAR UP YOUR ASS!
Toby Ziegler: You think the United States is under attack from 1200 Cubans in rowboats?
Sam Seaborn: I'm not saying I don't like our chances.
Toby Ziegler: It's mind-boggling to me we ever won an election.
Yeah, I had to correct some of these quotes, because the website from which I took them had them written incorrectly and it bothered me. I think I won't post West Wing quotes for a while now, I think I was just inspired to do so by an away message that made me think about all the funny things they say on the West Wing...also, how sad it is that I find China trade jokes funny...but WHATEVER, I'm still cool, I swear.
Why Ainsley Hayes is such a cool Republican:
"The point is that sexual revolution tends to get in the way of actual revolution. Nonsense issues distract attention away from real ones."
"This White House that feels that government is better for children than parents are. That looks at 40 years of degrading and humiliating free lunches, handed out in a spectacularly failed effort to level the playing field, and says 'Let's try 40 more'. This White House that says of anyone that points that out to them that they are cold and mean and racists, and then accuses the Republicans of using the politics of fear. This White House that loves the Bill of Rights, all of them - except the second one."
"Textbooks are important, if for no other reason than they accurately place the town of Kirkwood in California and not in Oregon."
"I'm not gonna say anything, I'm not gonna spill anything. I'm not gonna get Republican juice on you."
"I am a citizen of this country, I am not a special subset in need of your protection. I do not have to have my rights handed down to me by a bunch of old, white men. The same Article 14 that protects you protects me, and I went to law school just to make sure. And with that, I am going back down to the mess, because I thought I may have seen there, a peach."
"I believe that every time the federal government hands down a new law it leaves for the rest of us a little less freedom."
...all of these things justify my watching the Commie show, because Sorkin would always remember that not all of us conservatives are CRAZY. Who wants to join my non-crazy wing of the GOP? Let me know.
"This White House that feels that government is better for children than parents are. That looks at 40 years of degrading and humiliating free lunches, handed out in a spectacularly failed effort to level the playing field, and says 'Let's try 40 more'. This White House that says of anyone that points that out to them that they are cold and mean and racists, and then accuses the Republicans of using the politics of fear. This White House that loves the Bill of Rights, all of them - except the second one."
"Textbooks are important, if for no other reason than they accurately place the town of Kirkwood in California and not in Oregon."
"I'm not gonna say anything, I'm not gonna spill anything. I'm not gonna get Republican juice on you."
"I am a citizen of this country, I am not a special subset in need of your protection. I do not have to have my rights handed down to me by a bunch of old, white men. The same Article 14 that protects you protects me, and I went to law school just to make sure. And with that, I am going back down to the mess, because I thought I may have seen there, a peach."
"I believe that every time the federal government hands down a new law it leaves for the rest of us a little less freedom."
...all of these things justify my watching the Commie show, because Sorkin would always remember that not all of us conservatives are CRAZY. Who wants to join my non-crazy wing of the GOP? Let me know.
7/16/2005
Harry Potter as birth control?
One person's view on Harry Potter parties and the children who attend them:
" they should have a sign out side that says free birth ontrol, and then see what kind of cross section they get"
yes, that would be amazing.
" they should have a sign out side that says free birth ontrol, and then see what kind of cross section they get"
yes, that would be amazing.
7/15/2005
Super Physics!
Can we just all pause for a second and thank Josh Curry for being the physics nerd he is and finding the most amazing physics tutorial ever? I love Super Mario and I hate physics, mixing them just makes it funny.
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/248844
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/248844
7/14/2005
Potter v. the Pope
Catholics, be forewarned, this will not be well received by you all...
So today the Pope reiterated his attacks on Harry Potter, saying that it's evil, and that it "distorts Christianity within the soul." I know this isn't anything new, but today I decided I wanted to find a detailed statement from the Vatican, from the church, from someone so I could see what their particular beef was with HP. What did I find after extensive searching on the Internet? Nothing. If you want to call something evil or demonic, I would generally advise you to back up what you're saying with concrete examples and evidence. But since they apparently don't have any of that, they're stuck just staying that it distorts beliefs. I'm not really sure how, the only Christian reference that comes to my mind in the past five Harry Potter books is Christmas, where all they really talk about is presents and good food for the holidays. SO then I think, what are the odds the Pope has actually read Harry Potter? And not just the first book, but at least the first three, because again, were I making the argument, I would make sure I knew the material well enough to explain my points. This kind of thing drives me crazy. And NOW, little Catholic children all over the world will be forced to burn their Harry Potter books by their non-thinking parents who don't see the Pope for what he is, a man, with opinions and interpretations of Harry Potter and the Bible that aren't more valid than anyone else's, well actually, he's probably read the Bible at least. I'll spare the world my thoughts about the Catholic church, but this is soo ridiculous. There might be a part two to this post if I ever find any more information about specific complaints.
So today the Pope reiterated his attacks on Harry Potter, saying that it's evil, and that it "distorts Christianity within the soul." I know this isn't anything new, but today I decided I wanted to find a detailed statement from the Vatican, from the church, from someone so I could see what their particular beef was with HP. What did I find after extensive searching on the Internet? Nothing. If you want to call something evil or demonic, I would generally advise you to back up what you're saying with concrete examples and evidence. But since they apparently don't have any of that, they're stuck just staying that it distorts beliefs. I'm not really sure how, the only Christian reference that comes to my mind in the past five Harry Potter books is Christmas, where all they really talk about is presents and good food for the holidays. SO then I think, what are the odds the Pope has actually read Harry Potter? And not just the first book, but at least the first three, because again, were I making the argument, I would make sure I knew the material well enough to explain my points. This kind of thing drives me crazy. And NOW, little Catholic children all over the world will be forced to burn their Harry Potter books by their non-thinking parents who don't see the Pope for what he is, a man, with opinions and interpretations of Harry Potter and the Bible that aren't more valid than anyone else's, well actually, he's probably read the Bible at least. I'll spare the world my thoughts about the Catholic church, but this is soo ridiculous. There might be a part two to this post if I ever find any more information about specific complaints.
7/11/2005
Damn Canadians
See, this is why people get pissed at Canada...and really, it's Canada, can it afford to have people mad at it? I don't think so. Can it afford to piss off someone who is wealthier than the queen of England? Nope. So WHY would a little tiny bookstore think it was okay to sell the Harry Potter books before they were released. Where in the "how to run a bookstore" manual did they see it? It was probably just in the Canadian edition...
Don't sass the large large man
So if you were a 22 year old male who wanted to take out Hulk Hogan's 16 year old daughter, would you sass him while he interrogated you? I wonder how many people in our generation would so recklessly take their lives into their own hands without a second thought. You can't say things like "There aren't any laws against me t aking your daughter out," because if Hogan says there is a law, then there is, and it is the law of "I am a large large man who will kill you and make sure they never find you, ever."
I have GOT to stop watching VH1 at 2 am
I have GOT to stop watching VH1 at 2 am
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