Happy Anniversary

Almost one year to the day of the Thanksgiving rear-ender, I got tagged again. This time the other driver has insurance, but was trying to save money for her wedding. Dude, why do I get all the boo-hoo people going after my bumper? I felt sorry for her (especially because of the string of obscenities I let fly in her direction when I got out of the car) until she said I had writing like her friend -- was I Becky's mom?

pfft man, I've got to dye my hair.

Anyway, no pictures because we didn't have the camera and I still really have no idea how the camera works on the phone, but you can look at last year's photos and get the idea. This time it wasn't a Geo, but a 97 Jetta ... which, in terms of how the hood buckles, means that they're about the same. Both of her headlights were crushed and we told her to call a tow-truck because it sounded like the radiator was popped. Me? No outside damage, but it's got that rattle again, which probably means waiting for a exhaust system part at Midas again.

No Shop. Eat.

Passed through the No Shopping Day better than expected. I bought a coffee mug at the brother's insistence, but it was a locally-made craft n' stuff, so it doesn't promote gross consumerism or sweatshop policies.

Although, I really have no idea know how the mug is made. For all I know the guy selling them has 14 children in a barn outside of Springfield, all of them chained to their pottery wheels. It's Oregon, anything is possible.

I was going to post another You Tube movie today, but I didn't for 2 very important reasons:
- ................... okay maybe only 1 somewhat important reason.

Archival Clothing has already posted it. Click here. Or click on la lars on the link bar.

For more information on making potica you can visit your public library or check out some ancient documentation on How to Make a Patitza . I never did bother to fix the spelling ... it looks prettier with the "itza".

'Foux Da Fa Fa'

Yes, another Flight of the Conchords clip, but for 2 very important reasons:
- I wanted to remove the "300" underwear from the top of the page
- It's great

Other People's Mail - Holiday Edition

I've decided that there's only one catalog worthy of Christmas presents this year -- no, not the Buddhist one, although the big prayer cloak still looks mighty warm. No, this year, you're all getting goods from Museum Replicas Limited.

For the fellas -- these lovely "300" briefs -- just like the movie (or I should say that as JUST. LIKE. THE MOVIEEEEEEEEEEEEE).

Comes with adjustable rear snaps for a better fit. I guess if you have to pee you unsnap the front? I don't know. Not my problem.

For the ladies, a leather corset -- because, honestly, those nippers they sell at Penney's don't really tuck you in quite like real leather. And look how it boosts the yays. Who wouldn't want one of these? I like the wee jacket too, with the fringing fun sleeves and bolero front, but you have to buy that separately. Might be worth it ... could wear it as a shrug on cold days ...

This catalog's also got Venetian stilettos, "feasting utensils" (listed under "feastware") and a complete Knight's Templar Ensemble.

Honestly, if I hadn't discovered boys in the 10th grade, I'd probably be saving up for the Deluxe Cape.

Just so's you know, this is my 8th straight day of work and it looks like I'm going for 10 full days of job. My mom, of course, has been laid off. Is this cosmic balance? non lo so.

Did I mention I have 2 midterms this week?

So I'm kinda loopy.

'Mutha Uckers'

It's been one of those weeks -- "I need my red delicious"

me = racing geek

Today's Yahoo News:

Bernie: Crown Raikkonen or I quit
Eurosport - Wed, 14 Nov 12:37:00 2007

Formula One Chief Executive Bernie Ecclestone has threatened to walk away from the sport if Kimi Raikkonen's newly-won world championship is snatched away after McLaren appealed the Brazilian GP

As much as I love Kimi, the idea that it would be this easy to get rid of Bernie Ecclestone ... geez ... it's mighty tempting.

Kimi drives a Ferrari. He can win next year.

We're Number whatever

Go Ducks. With work turning into a full time gig and school winding down into finals, I actually did find the time to watch one of them thar football things a coupla weeks yonder. We're kind of a one-man team, but that's the nature of sport, really. Maybe we're 2 men, but still. We're number one.

Go Ducks. But, and I'm not saying this in a mean way ... although maybe I am, I don't know, but I'm old -- honest, I'm not like those kids out there -- but these guys look older. Some of them must be 30. At least. They're adults dressed like kids ("uh ... yeah ... I graduated last year - YO! CLASS OF OH-SIX!") trying to get away with the college experie... oh ... wait. That's me.

Go Ducks. And, not for nothin' but, I don't recognize any of those guys from campus. Maybe they do everything by e-course or maybe they're like rock stars and have to sneak into buildings to keep the crowds down. Although, a quick check of the roster shows that Political Science, Sociology and Business are the big football majors, so I don't really truck in their halls of learning anyway. Hell, who am I kidding, they'll all end up with Journalism (ESPN) jobs before I will. Who cares what their major is?

He was what he was.

So long, Norman.

Dreamlog Revisited

So for the past 2 nights I've had these horrible, vivid nightmares. Last night some Louisiana (no really) mafia guy was coming into my house with a gun -- I know because I saw him through the fish-eye -- and the night before it was Mike Rowe (no. really.) from "Dirty Jobs" shooting at me through the halls of a Home Depot.

What does it mean? I don't feel persecuted (I don't think so anyway) or particularly vulnerable ... geez, is Freud full of crap? What the hell -- why 2 nights in a row? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Then I read the New York Times this morning:

No Country for Old Men (2007) NYT Critics' Pick

YAY! The new Coen brothers movie is here! Hooray!
And Tommy Lee Jones as a Texas sheriff again ... I never get tired of seeing him in uniform. Much better stereotype than the Brian-Dennehy-bad-cop or Tony-Danza-as-Tony 'types.

(not much) PROGRESS (to) REPORT

Met with my adviser yesterday and was told that I had so far done a pretty good job setting up my classes without their help (good), but at the rate I was going it was going to take me 7 more terms to finish school (bad). I had filled my requirements for Social Science and the Arts (good), but I still need two terms each of Science-Science and Economics (bad). I can only take one more Astronomy course for the Science requirement (bad bad bad).

I get it, well-rounded. I get it. But is there a science out there that doesn't use math? Maybe the Physics of Light and Color or something ... I don't know. fahhhhhhh so I have to increase my class schedule, somehow continue my full-time job so I can keep the 401K and dental insurance (dental plan -- Lisa needs braces -- dental plan -- Lisa needs braces) and take science and economics instead of more classes about TV detectives, etc.... School blows.

Fear

This was posted on Craig's List today:

My white Schwinn Le Tour 10spd early 80's vintage bike was stolen on Sunday evening off a #67 LTD bus after 7:30pm on the last run to Delta Oaks. If you saw a person take this bike off that bus, or see the bike in the area, please contact me as there is a reward offered for info leading to the return of the bike.
The bike has german silver fenders, an alloy rear bike rack,drop handle-bars with bar-tip shifters on the bar ends. Componants are all alloy: cranks,wheels, bars, pedals, etc. The bars were wrapped with silver duct tape. Had a plastic box on the rack. Schwinn decal is still visible on the tube,Le Tour is peeling Thanks!

Dude, the day I lose my Le Tour is the day you roll me up and bury me under a rock. I won't notice because I'll be rocking back and forth and coughing on my own spittle -- and mine has plastic fenders! Imagine ... German silver fenders ... feck. That sucks.

Ron Paul raises more than $3.5 million in one day

I'm sorry ... every time I see his name I think of RuPaul and how I would vote for RuPaul because he could be both President and (a fabulous) First Lady.

By the way, who's going to buy me this for Christmas?



It's from Starrbooty

The Coward's Way Out

I once asked my brother what the purpose of "Pass/No Pass" was in a university class. I was raised on red meat and potatoes, belief in Superman, and that education was measured in grades only. He said that you could use Pass/No Pass if you were taking one of those mandatory classes that you wouldn't take unless you had to and you knew that the grade you were going to get was going to f**k up your GPA.

We had our second midterm in Astronomy -- the "easy" science -- and I thought I did pretty well, with only a couple of questions (that involved math) that really threw me. But then I brought it home and showed it to the cousin ... okay, yeah, that one's wrong too ... and that one ... feck! and that one. Why can't I get my head around Newton's laws and Keppler and how tectonic theory fits in with the creation of the Earth's atmosphere? Why? Why? Why?

Yesterday I changed my status to Pass/No Pass in Astronomy. I felt like a big chicken, but the brother's right. I was on the fast track to losing my GPA and it's cumulative so once it drops it's impossible to bring it back up again.

This doesn't mean that I'll stop going to class or doing the homework or studying ... although I can see how that would be appealing, especially since half the class does it now and they seem pleasantly stoned and disinterested.

Maybe ignorance really is bliss.