November 26, 2004

TG highlights

The verbal reparté:

After clearing his plate, T leans back in his chair and sighs, "Sopor-riffic."  To
which I reply, "Tryptophan-tastic."

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November 23, 2004

Initiation recap

I could tell you, but then I'd have to encourage you not to tell anyone else...

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November 20, 2004

Camp Trin-Trin

Blogging from the brand spanking new Trincoll library, from one of the zillion computer labs therein. Although I'm impressed with what they've done to the place, I'm mostly just pissed that they didn't have this shit when I was around.

Also, it's 5:10 on a Saturday and this place is full of students doing work. This is not the Trinity that I knew.

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November 18, 2004

spastic hell wireless

I assumed they didn't have internet here at Me & Ollie's. I assumed there was no way that Newburyport had caught on to the wireless coffeehouse thing. So imagine my surprise to see I have four (four!) bars of wireless reception. Imagine my irritation to discover they expect me to pay for it. Imagine my confusion when, after having filled out all the required information, the network tells me it just won't cut it. Imagine my total and utter disgust when the girls who work here inform me that they have no idea how the wireless works, and in fact, didn't know there was internet here at all until a customer informed them. I can forgive them for not knowing how to make a latté, but this is just too much.

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November 17, 2004

to the teeth

It's been a really long time since this last happened, but nonetheless, it's disturbing. In part of my dream last night, my teeth were falling out. As I said, this has happened before, and it always follows a strict pattern. First, I notice that one tooth is loose, usually one of the insisors. Then, as I struggle valiantly to keep that tooth in place, one or two others will start wiggling. By the end of the dream I'm usually trying to make sure I have all of them in a glass of milk so I can go to the hospital. It's charming - and attractive. Man, I love my stupid brain.

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November 12, 2004


I woke up this morning on the couch at the house of dudes in Somerville. For some reason it was incredibly bright and I had a hell of a time opening my eyes. I finally pried my lids apart to find that the sky shining through the window was completely white. Because it was snowing. And it continued all day.

This is New England, welcoming me home.

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November 11, 2004

Here's an idea.

Listen, if you could fix it so that chimpy is the new monkey in Seattle and Boston (and Tucson, too!), I'd be very much obliged, chimpy.

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November 08, 2004

Found it!

Those of you who are not Ken and Alex (and maybe Erin) probably don't know that I have tons of untitled songs on my iPod that I have never even listened to. Those of you who are Ken and Alex will know that there is a particular song of this type which I enjoy quite a bit, but have had no idea of either its title, or the recording artist. And the whole thing is in Spanish which makes it harder to infer just by listening. But those of you who are Ken and Alex motivated me to dig up the information required to find and maybe even purchase this song. So:

Rastamandita, by Molotov, from the album Apocalypshit

Not as easy to find as I would have hoped. Eventually it turned up when I googled "are we fired yet," which someone says in English at the end of the track.

So, Ken, maybe you'd like to add that to your 10ten disk which we are so eagerly awaiting?

Doing the work, so you don't have to here at Spastic Hell Printer Must Die.

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November 01, 2004

Step Whatever-Step-I'm-Up-To-Now:

There were many factors contributing to this decision:

1) The more my parents encourage me to pursue a particular career path, the more uncertain I become of my desire to follow said path.

2) The more time I spend at living at home, the thinner my metaphorical skin becomes and the more likely I am to cry when my parents ask me about the job hunt.


So, as a result of these factors I am thowing caution to the wind and meeting with a temp agency or two this week. If they think they can get me something (anything, really) I am going to move immediately to the city. If they can't, then I'm going to cry a little bit, and then try a different temp agency or two. If that doesn't work, I'm marching my sorry ass to the nearest (well-paying) real estate company and surrendering to the inevitable.

But that's not until Wednesday.

I turned in my absentee ballot today, and I'm going to spend all day tomorrow doing my part for the Kerry campaign in New Hampshire. And when I say I'm doing my part, I'd like to point out that I am actually going to leave the house at 6-fucking-thirty in the a.m. in order to make sure that I have sufficient time to accomplish my part. There will certainly be a massive cup of Dunkin Donuts' coffee required for these morning plans.

In conclusion: vote; and be nice to the campaign workers who try to call you tomorrow (ed. note: unless they're pro-Bush or pro-life). I'd hate to get the karmic bitch-slap just 'cause my friends can't behave themselves on the phone.

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