So Kane made a really... deep? comment today in class and it made me think. Here it is summarized: When comparing life to fire, they are both very alike; the only possible way for fire to exist is to destroy itself. Without destroying itself, fire cannot be fire.
Think about it.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
A big load of crap [EXTENDED VERSION]
So, I had the "Moses supposes" rhyme running through my head for hours, and I decided to research online and see if I could get a recording really quick... so I happened upon an amazon.com page labeled Singin' in the Rain (1952 Film Soundtrack) (Deluxe Edition) [ENHANCED] [ORIGINAL RECORDING REISSUED] [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] [SOUNDTRACK] [SPECIAL EDITION] [EXTRA TRACKS]. What the hell is up with that? (here is the page).
Not enough time to get into anything else really... that's it for now.
Not enough time to get into anything else really... that's it for now.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Dear Birthparent,
We are Terry and Dan. Yes, we are both men, and we would like to adopt your baby! If you have a problem with homosexuality, please know that we have a problem with teenagers who go out, get themselves knocked up, and then think they can sit in judgment over others. We have been with each other for three months. We hope to adopt a baby son, as gay relationships don't usually last longer than six or seven months.
We are both atheists.
Dan is an overworked, undersexed sex-advice columnist. He is writing a book about adopting a baby, but we promise we're not doing this just for the fourteen-figure advance. Dan is fifty-nine years old, has heart trouble, smokes three packs a day, and will be the sole means of support for our little family.
Terry is seventeen years old and emulates Martha Stewart in every possible way, including Martha's emotional distance and passive-aggressiveness. After the baby comes, he plans on working a few hours a week in a bookstore that sells a great deal of homosexual pornography.
We live in a cramped apartment filled with dangerous and sharp-edged tchotchkes perched high atop unstable shelving units purchased at an Ikea seconds sale. We have a funky Brady basement, and a killer sound system that will blow our baby's head off if we're not careful! In our kitchen, Terry bakes pies and cookies in effort to make Dan so fat that no other gay man will want him.
Our home is near a large park frequented by homosexuals in search of anonymous sexual encounters. There our child will enjoy many hours of unsupervised play. Most of our friends are in the music industry and addicted to hard drugs. They are all very excited about baby-sitting! As most of them use only heroin and not dangerous hallucinogenics, the odds that one of them will pop the baby into the microwave are pretty low.
Dan will be too busy to say hello to the baby until he is old enough to fetch his morning New York Times. Terry will be the primary caregiver, and not letting the baby die will be Terry's top priority! Allowing the baby to die would reflect badly on gay men everywhere, including those gay men in the park having anonymous sex, and would harm the sales of Dan's book. Especially if the baby died during the book tour.
We are looking forward to becoming parents, though we don't like the idea of changing diapers. We welcome frequent visits, so maybe you could come over and change the baby's diapers. We hope to provide a home full of love where a child can grow and thrive in an atmosphere of wonder, stability, and respect, but we know this probably won't happen.
We are both atheists.
Dan is an overworked, undersexed sex-advice columnist. He is writing a book about adopting a baby, but we promise we're not doing this just for the fourteen-figure advance. Dan is fifty-nine years old, has heart trouble, smokes three packs a day, and will be the sole means of support for our little family.
Terry is seventeen years old and emulates Martha Stewart in every possible way, including Martha's emotional distance and passive-aggressiveness. After the baby comes, he plans on working a few hours a week in a bookstore that sells a great deal of homosexual pornography.
We live in a cramped apartment filled with dangerous and sharp-edged tchotchkes perched high atop unstable shelving units purchased at an Ikea seconds sale. We have a funky Brady basement, and a killer sound system that will blow our baby's head off if we're not careful! In our kitchen, Terry bakes pies and cookies in effort to make Dan so fat that no other gay man will want him.
Our home is near a large park frequented by homosexuals in search of anonymous sexual encounters. There our child will enjoy many hours of unsupervised play. Most of our friends are in the music industry and addicted to hard drugs. They are all very excited about baby-sitting! As most of them use only heroin and not dangerous hallucinogenics, the odds that one of them will pop the baby into the microwave are pretty low.
Dan will be too busy to say hello to the baby until he is old enough to fetch his morning New York Times. Terry will be the primary caregiver, and not letting the baby die will be Terry's top priority! Allowing the baby to die would reflect badly on gay men everywhere, including those gay men in the park having anonymous sex, and would harm the sales of Dan's book. Especially if the baby died during the book tour.
We are looking forward to becoming parents, though we don't like the idea of changing diapers. We welcome frequent visits, so maybe you could come over and change the baby's diapers. We hope to provide a home full of love where a child can grow and thrive in an atmosphere of wonder, stability, and respect, but we know this probably won't happen.
Dan & Terry
Haha, so that's from "The Kid" which is a story about a gay guy who adopted a baby with his boyfriend. I think it's possibly the most humerious letter ever, they were trying to write a letter to the birthparents convincing them to give the baby to the couple... but they couldn't think of anything, so they wrote an anti-convincing letter. Pretty good.
First snow flurries today! Woot.
Haha, so that's from "The Kid" which is a story about a gay guy who adopted a baby with his boyfriend. I think it's possibly the most humerious letter ever, they were trying to write a letter to the birthparents convincing them to give the baby to the couple... but they couldn't think of anything, so they wrote an anti-convincing letter. Pretty good.
First snow flurries today! Woot.
Monday, November 14, 2005
A Movie Script Ending
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.
- Ellen Goodman
So, today in AAT, Mr. Kohne asked everyone about Thanksgiving, and if anyone really liked the dark meat. I apparently was the only person in the whole class that liked the dark meat, and so, he responds with, "Andrew, you just have to be different, don't you." Hehe, yes. I do, and that's why I'm turning around infront of the mirror right now and checking if that smiley face that John drew on my lower-lower back is still there. Yes, yes it is.
Today seemed to go really long, and I think it has something to do with the excessivly dreary weather outside. It's god aweful. I was discussing with Dan about how it inspires people to kill people. Which reminds me of History class when we were talking about death by the electric chair. I don't know about you people, but it seems to me that the electric chair is an incredibly inhumane way to kill someone. Think about it, when you get shocked it's an incredibly painful experience. I think that if anyone who's been killed in the electric chair were alive today, they'd be pushing legislature to get it banned across America.
So enough of that. I think I'm going to start another Blogger today just for pictures, because I don't really want to be posting the pictures that I take for hobby here, only pictures related to posts. Speaking of that, actually, the picture below this post is one from the homeless sleepout... But yeah, that was so last post.
- Ellen Goodman
So, today in AAT, Mr. Kohne asked everyone about Thanksgiving, and if anyone really liked the dark meat. I apparently was the only person in the whole class that liked the dark meat, and so, he responds with, "Andrew, you just have to be different, don't you." Hehe, yes. I do, and that's why I'm turning around infront of the mirror right now and checking if that smiley face that John drew on my lower-lower back is still there. Yes, yes it is.
Today seemed to go really long, and I think it has something to do with the excessivly dreary weather outside. It's god aweful. I was discussing with Dan about how it inspires people to kill people. Which reminds me of History class when we were talking about death by the electric chair. I don't know about you people, but it seems to me that the electric chair is an incredibly inhumane way to kill someone. Think about it, when you get shocked it's an incredibly painful experience. I think that if anyone who's been killed in the electric chair were alive today, they'd be pushing legislature to get it banned across America.
So enough of that. I think I'm going to start another Blogger today just for pictures, because I don't really want to be posting the pictures that I take for hobby here, only pictures related to posts. Speaking of that, actually, the picture below this post is one from the homeless sleepout... But yeah, that was so last post.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Leave it all
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
- HL Mencken
So last night was the homeless sleep out in the St. Scholastica parking lot. It was pretty much amazing, I raised $100 and so did most of the people there (around 20-30 people) so I'd say it was a success. Plus, I had an amazing box covered in plastic so I stayed dry throughout the night when the rain started and everything. I shared mine with Jenny, and we didn't make purple. I have a few pictures, I'll put them up in the next couple days.
So, related to that, I think that I'll be starting a photoblog sometime soon... photography has always been my hobby and I think that I should really start posting some pictures up on the web; but I just need to get all the coding done first to make the website pretty. I suppose that'll be done sometime.
Chemistry project yesterday and again today, I hope it turns out good. I'm not going to post any details about it, but I think it's pretty cool so far.
Oh, I went to Monica's house on... Friday and we spent lotsa time jumping on her trampoline; amazing fun. I haven't jumped on a trampoline in too long. Then we all had a cheese craving and went out to dominics... fun stuff.
That's about all for now, maybe I'll start updating more often? You'll have to come back to see....
- HL Mencken
So last night was the homeless sleep out in the St. Scholastica parking lot. It was pretty much amazing, I raised $100 and so did most of the people there (around 20-30 people) so I'd say it was a success. Plus, I had an amazing box covered in plastic so I stayed dry throughout the night when the rain started and everything. I shared mine with Jenny, and we didn't make purple. I have a few pictures, I'll put them up in the next couple days.
So, related to that, I think that I'll be starting a photoblog sometime soon... photography has always been my hobby and I think that I should really start posting some pictures up on the web; but I just need to get all the coding done first to make the website pretty. I suppose that'll be done sometime.
Chemistry project yesterday and again today, I hope it turns out good. I'm not going to post any details about it, but I think it's pretty cool so far.
Oh, I went to Monica's house on... Friday and we spent lotsa time jumping on her trampoline; amazing fun. I haven't jumped on a trampoline in too long. Then we all had a cheese craving and went out to dominics... fun stuff.
That's about all for now, maybe I'll start updating more often? You'll have to come back to see....
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