random thoughts and the like

Confession

2007-01-30T22:15:00.000-07:00

So, classes started about two weeks ago. And today marks a rather nice change in my life.

Today, I submitted my application for a B.S. in Biology. That means that I'm pretty sure that I've completed most of the classes needed for my major and I'm currently enrolled in the remainder of the classes I need to meet those requirements.

Today is (was?) a beautiful day. After having to fight tooth and nail for every class I'm currently enrolled in and getting the academic equivalent to 5 or 6 professors kicking me in junk, I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Folks, what I'm trying to say is that I might (barring many unforeseen and undesirable circumstances) graduate in May.

And that brings me to the title of this post. I have a confession to make. I HATE SCHOOL.

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Daily Ditty:
Ian Beert - What Spins Us Around

Oh yes. Oooh, yes.

2007-01-09T22:48:00.000-07:00

I couldn't be happier. Luke just helped me hang up my new 60-pound canvas heavy bag. You know, for boxing.

Now it's time for me to get some sleep. And when I wake, I'm going to beat the crap out of that sucker.

Happy freaking New Year...

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Daily Ditty:
Bob Schneider - Get Up On It

(What? Where you expecting "Eye of the Tiger?")

A Not-So-Triumphant Return

2007-01-05T00:04:00.000-07:00

Well, for better or worse, I'm back. And I mean that in two different ways. One, I just got back home a few hours ago from a trip to Germany. Two, I hope to resume blogging. We'll see how that one goes.

I figured that I would start it off this way...

Thoughts while in Germany
-- Good Lordy, I knew I should have studied harder for my German tests.

-- After being yelled at by an airport security official in Frankfurt for (of all things) having too much toothpaste: Seriously, what the hell am I going to do with an extra ounce of toothpaste, force you to brush your teeth while I hijack the plane?

-- After boarding a shuttle that would take us to our plane sitting in the middle of the airfield, a woman asked me, "Where is this shuttle taking us?" DO NOT say the words "gas" or "chamber."*

-- I can't remember that last time I slept. Or the last time I ate a hamburger. I should do something about both of those...

-- WHAT IN THE HELL AM I DOING IN GERMANY?!?

-- Oh hey! I have friends in Germany! That's right, I came to visit.

-- Hm, these Germans like their alcohol... No, No. I couldn't possibly have another sip of Cognac. Dani, quit pouring, I know you understand English. NEIN! NEIN!!!!

-- At about 12:01 AM, January 1st: Whoa, now I understand why they don't let us light fireworks inside city limits. But... it's so beautiful.

-- WHAT? Cuban cigars?

-- Seriously, enough with the alcohol...

-- Yay! Planes!

-- About 5 minutes after take-off: Oh right... we DON'T like planes...

(And that's about all I can handle for now.)

SERVUS!

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* Yes, I know I'm a horrible person. But I'm trying to be honest, for whatever that's worth...

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UPDATE Luke said that it sounded like I didn't have a good time in Germany. I would like to clarify that. I actually had an amazing time. In fact, it was pretty difficult to leave...

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Daily Ditty:
Angels & Airwaves - Valkyrie Missle

::whimper::

2006-10-10T14:00:00.000-06:00

It is with great sorrow and regreat that I state what I wish I could ignore.

This blog is dead and/or dying. The fact of the matter is that I work 30 hours a week. And I'm in class 28 hours a week.

I just don't have the time or energy to do this right now.

I'm not sure that I'm going to end it entirely. But I know that I can't commit to posting anything this semester.

I apologies (even though I know that not one person has visited this blog in a very long time).

It was fun while it lasted.... I think.

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Daily Ditty:
Snow Patrol - You Could Be Happy

5 years

2006-09-11T22:32:00.000-06:00

Where was I five years ago?

Well, I heard the news just after walking the dog. That was weird in and of itself because Jimmy normally walked the dog. Still, when I walked back into my parents' house, I remember as Jimmy practically yelled the news at me.

"Joe, someone's crashed a plane into the twin towers in New York."
Huh?

As a junior in high school, it just seemed surreal. How? Why? Do I know anyone who worked in those buildings?

I remember watching the TV in my parents' room and watching as the broadcast shifted to the pentagon crash. We just stood there, barely breathing. We watched with our eyes wide open, staring in disbelief.

My dad was the only one that thought of his sons going to school that day. To be sure, it was the last thing on my mind (not that that was any different from any other morning, but let's not argue over technicalities.)

My high school was silent. With approximately 500 males roving the halls of a school contained in half a city block, you didn't hear a word. And those tardy bells seemed deafening.

In nearly every class that day, we just sat and stared at the television. The only exceptions were pre-calculus and biology.

My pre-cal teacher, crazy nun that she is, made a claim so audacious that I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget it.

"We won't be watching the news. We're going to keep going with our lessons. That's the way THEY would want it."
What the HELL? How on earth do you know what the victims of this devastating attack would want for your pre-cal class to do? You know, if you want to continue, just say it. But don't go making assumptions about the opinions of the recently departed.

In biology, my teacher forced us to watch a movie. She said we had to get our minds off what was going on. I didn't really agree with her, but I think he heart was in the right place. And I can't remember for the life of me what movie we actually watched...

Yeah, I remember that day. And I won't be forgetting any time soon.

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Daily Ditty:
OK Go - Let It Rain

Musings while at a local coffee shop:

2006-08-29T19:48:00.000-06:00

Scribbled in my notebook:

It is nearly impossible for me to think. I'm eavesdropping while I maintain this veneer of a quasi-studious male. The trio across from me is talking about fleeing and seeking refuge elsewhere, although I don't quite understand which country that had picked for their asylum. They're reasons are clearly more opinionated rather than substantive problems. No matter, this idle talk is nothing worth my concern.

The two blokes behind me are obviously trying to start the semester off right. Something about setting goals and working hard. I say "trying" because they quickly shift the conversation to cars, rims, and girls. Once again, nothing really worth listening to.

Still, here I sit. With my empty glass, I quietly ponder whether, from a sound design perspective, these conversations are walla or room tone*. Anywhere else, and especially in class, I'd consider it walla. But here, at this coffee house, it's just part of the norm.

And here I sit, alone, though not lonesome, in all this din.

*Room tone - the ambient sound present in a room when nothing else is going on (i.e. - the combined sound of your computer fans and the air conditioner in your room)

That's right, folks. Classes have started again. This time, I'm taking a couple that I actually want to take!

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Daily Ditty:
Keane - Nothing in My Way

5 reasons my brothers are awesome.

2006-08-17T09:14:00.000-06:00

Jimmy

1. This guy is tall. I know that I’ve mentioned it before, but seriously, he’s friggin’ huge.
2. James just doesn’t give in to peer-pressure. I know that seems hard to believe. But he’s just solid and steadfast. He’s a better man than I, to be sure.
3. Last night I sliced the tip of my thumb open. It was quality. There was blood and lots of it. Jimmy, however, was the only person to see it without freaking out. He was the only one that wasn’t trying to tell me what to do (as if I, a Fuel, have never sliced my finger open before). Instead, Jimmy listened to me as I told him where he could find tape and gauze. And then, he was the only one who was levelheaded enough to help me wrap it. Thanks, pal.
4. Jimmy’s sense of humor is unique. It really is unfortunate that he goes to college hours away because Jimmy just makes me laugh. And I like laughing…
5. He’s my brother, which means he’s there to keep my ego deflated, encourage me, and tell me lies about how good I look.

Robert

1. He’s an awesome photographer. Seriously, if you guys haven’t taken a look at his work, you’re missing out. I know this might sound biased because I’m related to the guy, but I think he’s one of the best photographers out there.
2. Robert’s freaking huge. He’s been working out since high school, and it definitely shows. The other day, he made a little boy wet just by flexing. It was weird.
3. I know this might sound like a rehash of #1, but I think it belongs to in a separate point and it’s my blog so you can’t do a think about it. Tough. Anyway, Robert is a creative genius. Humor, copywriting, photography, art. He’s wicked awesome at all of them.
4. He’s a dad. Not only that, but he’s a good one. Plus, his baby is good-looking and smart. ‘Nuff said.
5. Once again, he’s my brother. He worries about me, encourages me, let’s me know when I’m full of crap, and doesn’t let me half-ass anything.

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Jimmy head back to school on Saturday. Robert’s helping James get down there. My weekend is going to be lonely…

I love you guys.

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Daily Ditty:
Snow Patrol – Hands Open

As the door creaks open...

2006-08-15T23:52:00.000-06:00

Hey friends! I'm back. I'm alive. I'm even working again. Yeesh.

The truth is that I arrived back home about 9:45 am one week ago. I know what you're thinking, "What gives? Why would he not post immediately?"

I won't give excuses. I will, however, apologize.

In any case, I have arrived back home from a five week trip to both Hong Kong and Beijing. Let me tell you, I don't want to see white rice again in my life. And, if I may be frank, I could go the rest of my life without ever seeing another "squaty potty" and not feel any regret at all.

Well, I'm tired and I'm still trying to unpack my stuff into my new room at the house my roommates and I have moved to.

So, I will leave you with a picture and a ditty. Enjoy...

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Daily Ditty:
Shooter Jennings - Little White Lines

Please, I don't speak Chinese...

2006-07-09T08:50:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm here in Hong Kong. My team and I have been here for 3 days and I type this in between the halves of the World Cup Finale.

So, without any further delay...

Things I love about Hong Kong

1. Immigration. I was expecting to have some lengthy talk about crap like vaccinations and places that I'll be traveling. I was wrong. I never said a word to the guy. It was dope.

2. Customs. They break it down like this... The red line is for people who have items to declare. The green line is for people with nothing to declare. The green line is more of a wide aisle. You walk down the aisle, maybe nod at the nice customs official, but that's certainly not manditory.

3. The MTR. This is Hong Kong's subway system. It probably deserves a post of its own, but that's not something that I can live up to. So, I'm going to keep this short and sweet. It's super easy to figure out where you're going and how to get there. And it's super clean. I mean clean, like the FDA would probably let me cook and serve a meal right next to the escalator. That's friggin' clean.

4. The "Octopus Pass." This is a pre-paid, rechargable card that works with nearly every form of public transportation in Hong Kong. AND you can recharge it at any 7/11 convenience store (which also happens to be the most convenient thing I've ever seen in a 7/11). AND it's a magnetic card, so you don't have to swipe it. If you're really good at it, you don't even have to take the thing out of your pocket. I'll let you know when I've reached that level of public-transportation-awesomeness.

5. The "Escalator Safety Officers" in the MTR stations. These mid-pubescent man-children stand on either end of the escalator wearing a yellow shirt and cap and wielding nothing less than a giant yellow megaphone. I've never actually seen them use the megaphone. Come to think of it, I haven't ever seen them but stand there. Still, these guys are paid to reach new levels of dorkiness that I've never comprehended before. They make me feel wonderful about myself. And safe. They make me feel safe... maybe.

OK, OK. The ESO's don't do a d**n thing but help my fragile ego. But that's cool, for me at least.

Well, that's all I've got for now. The second half has started and people are screaming around me.

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Daily Ditty:
KT Tunstall - Suddenly I See

one, eight-hundred...

2006-06-27T22:56:00.000-06:00

I had to call an insurance company today...

Good morning, this is Jack. How can I help you today?
Well, Jack. My name is Joe Fuel. And I'm leading a group of four people to Hong Kong and China for four and a half weeks. One of the girls on my team needs short-term health insurance coverage during the trip.
Great. Have you checked out our "DayTripper" insurance plans?
I have. But it says on your website that the DayTripper insurance is only available to groups of five or more. I only need insurance for one person...
Hmmm. I see. Well, have you ever purchased DayTripper insurance from us before?
No. Sorry.
Oh. If you had, we might be able to cut you a break and sell you insurance for one person.

Suddenly, I have an idea.

Well, Jack. I'm leading this group as a part of RBYMG (Really Big Youth Missions Group), does that help?
Oh yeah! Why didn't you say so? We work with RBYMG all the time. We do a lot of policies for you guys and we really like doing business for you.
Hmm.
...

Jack suddenly realizes that he has inadvertantly said that he enjoys taking money from people who are normally pretty poor.

But more than the business, this is about your guys' safety.....

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Daily Ditty:
Lostprophets - Rooftops

Excuses/Explanations/BS

2006-06-21T00:11:00.000-06:00

Again, I must apologize. It has been far too long since I posted anything worthwhile here. I'm a bit of a slacker in that regard.

Allow me to explain myself and make a few announcements.

Things that have taken the bulk of my time and thus robbed any fans of their probably unneccessary "Joe-fix."

1) Work. Since finals have ended, I've been working at least 8 hours a day. Normally it's closer to 9. Once or twice, I've worked 13 hours in one day. It's been a little busy.

2) Weddings. Seriously, if I am involved in another wedding within the next 6 months, I might never get married myself. Three weddings in three weeks. I was the DJ at one and a groomsman at the other two. I understand that it should be an honor, but it's hard to see that aspect of it when you're as tired as I am.

3) Housing. Our lease agreement at this apartment complex ends July 31st. We've been looking for a house and we might have actually found one this time. Keep your fingers crossed.

4) Outreach. In roughly two weeks and five hours, I will be departing from this fine country to lead three other people on a trip to Hong Kong and China. As you might imagine, I've been a little held up trying to sort out details and get everything prepared as best I can.

Things that I feel I should share:

1) I have a new iPod. It's a beautiful thing. To be honest, it's a bit difficult to let it out of my sight. If, say, some wonderful friend(s)would like to send me music for said iPod, I would be forever indebted. So, has anyone ever wanted to have a college student indebted to them? (Besides banks and credit card companies, that is.)

2) I need some sleep. If anyone knows of a good way to stop time so I can sleep and still accomplish everything I need to, don't hold out on me now...

Friends and family, thank you for your time.

J.F.

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Daily Ditty:
The Honorary Title - Cut Short

Musing

2006-06-01T22:46:00.000-06:00

I was reading a book last night, To Own a Dragon by Donald Miller. Miller is a tremendous author and easily one of my favorites. But after reading a chapter in this book, I had a rather simple thought that I just couldn't get out of my head...

I'm tired of living in the cold, hard world of science and technology. I want to live my life in the poetic. To be caught up and enveloped in its warmth. To be awestruck at the beauty of that which is immeasurable and unquantifiable.

There is no accurate method of measuring what our souls experience in the joys, sorrows, stresses, anguishes, and loves in our lives. Science can't touch what our souls know to be true.

Life isn't in the controls and variables. Life is in the immeasurable experiences and relationships that we either can't avoid or wouldn't dare ignore. That's where the poetic happens. That's where the beauty is.

Life is in the poetic...

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Daily Ditty:
Van Morrison - Warm Love

Huh?

2006-05-22T18:19:00.000-06:00

Last Saturday, I had finished running some errands around town and needed to grab a quick bite to eat before I had to hit the road again.

I decided to pick up a chicken sandwich at one of my favorite restaurants.

I go to the drive-thru. Place my order and drive up to the window.

The girl at the window gives me my total. I hand her my debit card. And she proceeds to take the next 5 to 10 minutes charging my card.

What on earth could take so long? I know that I have enough in my bank account to cover this sandwich...

She hands me my food, my receipt, and my card. I toss it on the passenger's seat and head to my apartment to get my crap together and eat my stupid chicken sandwich.

Walking up to my apartment door, I discover why it took so effing long...

Oh. Really? Can I get fries with that?

To be honest, I'm just a little weirded out by the situation. And, as you might have guessed, I haven't been back to that particular restaurant since...

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Daily Ditty:
The Raconteurs - Steady As She Goes

Finally

2006-05-11T23:03:00.000-06:00

Tomorrow every will be done with finals around these parts. The truth is that I've been free from classes since Monday afternoon. I know what you're thinking, why haven't I posted anything?

Well, maybe you aren't thinking that, maybe you don't care. In either case, I'm going to explain myself.

The minute I finished my Arabic final, I was put to work at, well, work. There are a number of things that we have to accomplish in a very short period of time.

We are relocating a large portion of the campus cable network into our office. That has taken most of our time this week. If you aren't aware of what I'm talking about, let me clarify. We aren't talking about simply moving some boxes from one office to another. We are taking 10, count 'em 10, seven-foot "racks" and moving them from one office to another. It isn't just that easy though. We have to take every piece of equipment housed in these racks out of their comfortable digs, label all the wires running to these many, many components, move the racks to their new homes (individually, of course), pull the wires that we've labeled through the walls and dropped ceilings, rearrange the displaced equipment in the newly-relocated racks, plug in all the cables properly, and (more than likely) troubleshoot.

Troubleshoot is a word unknown to most Mac users, but I'll elaborate. When something goes wrong and it must be fixed, troubleshooting is the process by which a person discerns every possible component that could be malfunctioning and eliminates each of these components to find the source of the problem.

Case in point, if I'm running sound for a band and the lead singer's voice isn't coming through the speakers, the following is what I would do to troubleshoot the problem. First, I would check the levels of the gains, equalizers, mute button, and faders on the soundboard. If that doesn't work, the problem could be the microphone, the cable on running from the microphone to the "snake," the channel on the snake, or the channel on the board. So, I would then plug the microphone into another channel on the board.

No dice. Change the channel on the snake. Still nothing. Swap out the cable running from the microphone to the snake. Nothing. Check the microphone. It is at this point that I would probably notice the power switch on the microphone... Flick the switch and (knowing my luck) the problem is solved.

All that was to say that I've been busier than a one legged man in an a.. kicking competition. And that's why I haven't posted.

Good night.

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Daily Ditty:
Snow Patrol - Shut Your Eyes

Response

2006-05-03T19:44:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, in response to this post, an anonymous person wrote the following:

I love donuts!!! But I am allergic to dough. Cowboy butts drive me nuts!

Dear sir or madam,
That happens to be quite an interesting comment. It doesn't happen to have anything to do with that particular post. But, I'll oblige anyway and respond.

1. Unfortunately, I have some mixed feelings about donuts. You see, I love them. I really do. I also have quite a sweet tooth. But, I'm trying to get into better shape. So, I'm watching what I eat now. Donuts aren't really taboo, they're just not a good idea. I love them for their wonderful taste and texture, but I hate the temptation.

2. Allergic to dough, you say? That is unfortunate especially given you love of donuts. You may want to talk to my niece. They say that she may be allergic to bread. I do have to warn you, however, that if you do decide to consult her about your possible similarities, you are going to have to be fluent in chirps, screeches, ooos, aahs, and monosyllabic utterances. But, it's always nice to have someone who will empathize with you.

3. You don't like cowboy butts... really? Well, I would generally advise you not to watch the following movies. Tombstone, Young Guns, most John Wayne movies, and The Magnificent Seven. Given your aversion to vaquero haunches, you should definitely avoid seeing Brokeback Mountain. If you don't know why,
just take my word for it.

4. Hmm. I just thought of something. Given your passion for donuts, could it be that there is a specific type of donut common in your area called a "cowboy butt." This could be the case. And, that would bring your three sentences into a somewhat happy cohesiveness. I, however, am going to err on the side of caution and, being somewhat of a donut connoisseur in my younger days, assume that there is no such donut called a "cowboy butt." Now, I understand that "assuming makes an ass out of you and me..." But, given the fact that you've already made an ass out of yourself with this comment, I'm going to make an ass out of myself just so you don't feel so lonely. You know, like in that movie. That guy, did that thing... for that other guy. Yeah, that was awesome. See, I'm covering for you here. Because that's what I'm willing to do for my precious few readers. I want to keep them coming back to read what little I actually post. So, I do everything I can to make them feel at home. But, let's face it... you still made an ass out of yourself.

5. And this is really the most pertinent comment that I've got.... WHAT THE HELL?!?

Now, please don't misunderstand me. I do enjoy a few random comments every once in a while. I don't mind anonymous posting at all. In fact, you are more than welcome to post any random comment that comes to your precious mind. I, in turn, do reserve my right to retaliate...

JF

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Daily Ditty:
Foo Fighters - Still

A bit of whining

2006-04-24T22:43:00.000-06:00

Oh my my my. I've spent the last couple of hours working on a paper for my Arabic class. I'm currently sifting through material on two Arabic poets.

Last night, I spent four hours of my life gathering as much information as possible. Some of it useful, most of it, however, was not.

The problem with writing a paper like this is that it sucks the life out of me. My brain can't function after a certain point and I'm just tired of thinking.

Unfortunately, two of my classmates and I are supposed to present this paper to the class on Thursday. This assignment is supposed to be ten pages long. I have now compiled eight pages of actual subject matter and about three pages of poems in Arabic that I'll basically throw into the paper to take up space.

When it's all said and done, I will most certainly have put the bulk of the effort into this monumental waste of time. But I'm alright with that, because it means that we'll all be getting A's on this paper. I'd rather do more of the work and ensure that I'll have a good grade than leave this to the hands of someone else.

I'll be okay. I'm just going to need a lot of rest once this week is over...

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Daily Ditty:
John Butler Trio - Betterman

Where should I start?

2006-04-21T13:13:00.000-06:00

As the semester is drawing to an end, I am becoming more and more... er... upset with my plant physiology professor. You see, I have to take this class for my degree. But the problem is that this woman seems to have no idea that she is a complete moron. "Why?" you ask?

Behold, some of the evidence.

1) At the beginning of the semester, we were forced to purchase an outline complete outline of the lectures we'd have to suffer through for the next 5 months. Everytime she begins a new topic, she lists the chapter it corresponds to in our book (we'll come back to that one) as assigned reading. Today we started "Plant Growth and Development." In the notes is the following:

READ: CHAPT. 16 - Don't have to read
Huh? Anyone else see a contradiction here?

2) The book. Oh sweet mother, the book. The NMSU bookstore had a total of 12 copies. There are 34 people in the class. There's a slight numbers problem there. Oh, and it happens to turn out that the book she wants us to have is out of print because the publisher has decided to update it. But, the updated version is not yet available. And, well, try as I may, I can't find any online store that has the book in stock. I think that pretty well covers that one.

3) Her math makes no sense. That's a problem, as a certain physics major/fellow blogger might be able to back me up on. Normally, math is so logical that I can follow it pretty well. Even calculus. I understand it. I reallly do. Her math? No effing idea how she's got our grades averaged out. Seriously, the highest grade I've made on any of our three tests was a 79. Somehow, I have an 87.5 average. I'm not really going to contest that average with her, but I am a bit perplexed.

4) Her tests. The highest grade anyone has ever had on one of her tests is a 92. These tests make no sense. In all sincerity, I have done best on the questions that I don't understand. Those are the questions when I've pulled something semi-appropriate out of my a-- just so that I don't leave a question blank. And those are the questions I've done the best on. Consistently. No, I don't understand how that's possible either.

5) Her grammar. Seriously, this woman has no idea how to properly and consisely phrase a question. She has no idea when to use specific punctuation marks. And, as I will demonstrate, she just throws random phrases into her question to make them... I don't know... sound more intelligent...? Maybe...?

This question is pulled off a test review sheet. Observe.
Describe in words how and where fatty acids are synthesized in plants?

First of all, a period is the only punctuation necessary. I promise. Secondly, "in words?" What the hell? You mean I can't describe this to you via interpretive dance?!? Third, doesn't a "description" require words? Describing something in a drawing is generally called, hm.... sketching. And I just can't think of any other possible way to describe fatty acid synthesis.

I submit to you, a question (of sorts) of my own. It is, of course, a bit satirical. But, it should illustrate my point rather well.

Sketch, with lines, a solute's path through the xylem from source to sink?*

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I think I've made my point here. But I'll leave that decision to you, my wonderful friends.

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*Note the use of the question mark. She has given us many similar "questions" and still does not seem to understand proper punctuation.

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - Well You Needn't

Blogger-versary

2006-04-14T15:54:00.000-06:00

Well, it's been a year. That was fast.

I'd like to take the time to thank you all for sticking with me through some really crappy posts, numerous lame excuses for not actually posting anything, girl troubles, recipes, random crap, and well, me being stupid.

I'd also like give a quick shout-out to my brother. He's turning twenty-four today. Happy Birthday, Rob!

Seriously, thank you guys. I should be able to start blogging again. Things have slowed down quite a bit.

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - Mind Trick

Once again...

2006-04-05T16:18:00.000-06:00

I must apologize again, for my lacking blog. I was expecting my schedule to lighten up a bit and allow more free time to do things I want to do. You know... eat, sleep, blog, and such.

I have a number of topics that I want to write about, but very sparse time for it.

Unfortunately, I got news today that I'll be busting my butt here at work. That means two things...

1) Much more time here at work

2) Much less time for everything else

So, this is to say that I don't quite know how often I'll be able to blog. The semester ends on May 12th and my schedule should be a bit more flexible then.

Until then, I wouldn't expect too much action here. Sorry. I'm hoping that I won't have to stop blogging entirely...

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Daily Ditty:
Revis - Spin

Random Quotes from the Roomies

2006-03-31T00:43:00.000-07:00

We've had some odd conversations around our apartment this week. Here are a few quotes...

Driving a standard is very, very easy. It's almost as easy as driving a manual car. --Erik

Dude, that's divine intervention. God wants you to clean out the dishwasher. --Luke

It's great that, as roommates, we get along so well. Put that knife away, Joe. --Luke

That's all I've got for now. Hopefully, things will slow down a bit around here...

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Daily Ditty:
The Honorary Title - Frame by Frame

Playing Catch-up

2006-03-28T13:57:00.000-07:00

I'm back, sort of. I'm trying to catch up with all the stuff that I didn't do during my spring break.

Things I've finally accomplished:
1) Updating links for certain people... You know who you are.

2) Registering for my classes next fall.

3) ..... (I guess that's all I've done so far.)

Things I have yet to finish:
1) Cleaning my room. Seriously, I know that I'm a guy and don't have to be neat. However, my room is a wreck. I just don't think I'll be able to get to it anytime soon.

2) Cleaning up my office. Much like the first one, but many more wires and cords and electronic devices.

3) Cleaning up my car (that's right, Jim... I said MY CAR). I know, it seems to be a pattern in my life. It is, deal with it.

4) Study for two tests and two quizzes. This one will be accomplished when just before hell freezes over.

5) Discover a cure for cancer.

6) Take over the world.

7) Start a new religion to whose sole purpose is to piss this guy off. That may be harder than it seems.

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In other news, there's a new drink recipe up. This one involves hooch.

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Daily Ditty:
Revis - Everything After

These are a few of my favorite things...

2006-03-20T22:55:00.000-07:00

So, there have been a couple of things lately that I have found particularly amusing.

1) The day that I really feel like ditching work and class, someone phones in a bomb threat to the university. Since I work on campus, I could neither work nor go to class that day. Score for me!

2) Discovering some REALLY odd European band with a friend of mine.

3) Being able to go out to lunch with my friends because a bomb threat has closed down campus.

4) Spending hours playing video games when I should be at work. Is there any better way to enjoy your free time when someone calls in a bomb threat?

5) Discovering that I love design.... interior design, clothing, whatever. I love it. I know, that makes me sound a little gay, but trust me, I'm as hetero as they get.

6) Being able to tell my boss to shut up without getting in trouble.

7) Robert's future neighbor who is sincerly nice, but a total redneck.

8) Ethne's fear of the power saw said neighbor used to help Robert and I on Sunday.

9) Erik's friend, Todd, who is actually more obsessed with guns than Erik is. I know, I know. I didn't think that could happen either.

10) My grandfather. Period.

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Daily Ditty:
Imogen Heap - The Walk

I know. I know.

2006-03-16T23:07:00.002-07:00

Yes, dear reader, I understand that I'm a horrible excuse for a blogger. I know. It's been a LONG time since I posted. Allow me to explain why I've been so very poor about posting.

1. I've been busy.
2. (This is the larger problem really.) I'm freaking tired.

That's it. I know, I lack dedication and all that. Whatever.

The truth is that I wanted my next post to be an album review, but I haven't had much time for that. Luckily, spring break is about to start on Saturday afternoon. So, stay tuned.

I'm sorry for my blogging failures. Please forgive me.

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Daily Ditty:
Hard-FI - Cash Machine

I know. I know.

2006-03-16T23:07:00.001-07:00

Complements of Anne Arkham

2006-03-07T16:19:00.000-07:00

In response to this post, Anne sent me a video. I must confess, I have actually seen this a couple of times before. However, it's still worth the time.

Here's the video.

Thanks Anne. I'm sure there are a couple of people who need to watch this.

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Daily Ditty:
Kasabian - Running Battle

Story Time #4...5? (I don't know anymore)

2006-03-06T14:36:00.000-07:00

Well, I turned on the "Today" show while I was eating breakfast this morning. I'm not quite sure why I chose the today show, but normally I use my breakfast time to sit and read other people's blogs. But, Blogger was rather sluggish this morning, so I just didn't want to deal with it.

In any case, I'm not saying I recommend watching the Today show. Frankly, I don't appreciate it. However, I occasionally find it amusing. Today, one of the anchors was covering sibling violence in families. And I starting thinking about growing up with three brothers...

Now, I think I can count on my two hands the number of times I ever got in a serious physically confrontation with any of my brothers. Sure, we would exchange a punch or two in frustration or mild jest, but I'm talking about serious fisticuffs now. As far as I can remember, anger-fueled rumbles were just few and far between.

There is one specific instance that I was reminded of though.

I was about eleven or twelve at the time. We (the family: mom, dad, Rob, James, and I) were driving through Arizona on the way back from a family vacation. Now, my brothers and I argued quite a bit when we were young, but roadtrips seemed to just bring those petty arguments to the surface.

During this particular excursion, James and I were getting pretty loud about how the other person was taking up too much space, or something like that. My dad warned us to cut it out. We pretty much ignored him. He warned us again. We ignored him, again. He warned us a third time. Can you guess what we did? We ignored him and kept on bickering.

Dad pulls our minivan onto the shoulder and comes to a somewhat abrupt halt...

He gets out and yanks James and I out of the car... (that's never a good sign).

Dad faces us toward each other and turns to me.

Dad: I want you to punch your brother in the face.
Me: What?
Dad (turning to Jimmy): Alright, I want you to punch your brother in the face.
Jimmy: Are you serious?
Dad (to me): Punch Jimmy in the face.
Me: NO!
Dad (to Jimmy): Jimmy, hit your brother in the face.
Jimmy: No, I can't.

This went back and forth for a while, Dad kept commanding us to hit each other and we kept refusing. Finally, he wore us down and we both started crying.

Dad: Why are you crying? I gave you the opportunity to hit your brother, and you don't want to. Why are you crying?
Me: I can't do it, Dad. I just can't do it.
Dad: Boys, if you're not mad enough to punch each other in the face, you have nothing to argue about. Get in the car and let's get out of here.

Mind you, there have since been times when I wanted to punch Jimmy in the face, but I just can't shake that "lecture" from Dad.

Still, I wonder what he would have done if one of us actually DID throw a punch...

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Daily Ditty:
Our Lady Peace - Wipe That Smile Off Your Face

PARTY TIME!

2006-03-02T13:26:00.000-07:00

Well, something occurred to me this morning...

I've made my last payment to my credit card. It cleared yesterday. I AM NOW DEBT FREE. For those of you who don't know, I got a credit card last February. And then it got a little out of control. But now, I'm done with that. It's fabulous.

I think I'm gonna go test the durability of our paper shredder.... Let's hope that bad boy can handle plastic cards.

Geez, it's wonderful to be free. I think I might celebrate by buying something....

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Daily Ditty:
Morcheeba - Almost Done

"check it out"

2006-03-01T15:39:00.000-07:00

Last week, Robert and I got an email from James...

It went just like this:

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www.pandora.com

Do it.

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Simple enough. So, I decided to check it out.

Pandora.com is part of the "Music Genome Project."

The general idea is that you type in the name of one of your favorite bands or songs and Pandora creates a playlist of more music that is similar to the song you put in.

It's a great way to find new music. And, well, that's exactly what it's designed for. And the part I really love about it? You can listen to the entire song. None of this 30-second nonsense.

Check it out, you'll probably fall in love with it.

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James - THANK YOU.

Anaglyph - Sorry buddy, Perpetual Ocean isn't in their database yet. I have requested it though.

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Daily Ditty:
RE: Jazz - All I Need

Feeling like a jerk

2006-02-27T23:43:00.000-07:00

Well folks, there have been some things brewing in my neck of the woods. I'm going to give you a brief outline of that before I get to the real reason for this post.

For starters, a few weeks ago, I posted about a friend that I was worried about. There's significant backstory to that. I'm going to give you the quick version....
Our freshman year, Emily and I were praying about dating. Emily lives in South Carolina, so that would mean a long-distance thing. After quite a bit of prayer, we both heard God say, rather clearly, "wait."

So, we waited. We talked once in a while, but conversation had pretty much ceased until a couple of weeks ago. Once we started talking again, we both realized that we have feelings for each other. And, well, we're praying again.

That's good news. I love it. But I've been worried about something. I have a friend, we'll call her Katrina. She's super cool. Actually, she's an amazing woman. However, I don't feel that we have a future together. She had always wanted to be a missionary. I have not. And I will not be the one to hold her back.

About 40 minutes ago, I decided that I wanted to clear up any doubts or questions. I had had my concerns that she had a crush on me. So, I decided to ask.

Turns out that she does...

Not what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear that I was delusional. I wanted to hear that I was making the whole thing up. But that wasn't the case.

So, I was honest with her. I told her about Emily and I. I told her that she's amazing. I told her that she's a wonderful friend, but that I don't believe that we are heading the same places, and thus, I don't think that it would work out in the long run.

I did what I knew that I had to. I did what I could to let her down gently. So...

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN A**HOLE?

Somebody tell me that I did the right thing...

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Daily Ditty:
Delirious - Our God Reigns

Further adventures with alcohol

2006-02-23T10:55:00.000-07:00

So, I was doing a bit of research. And I think there's something you guys might want to see...

Behold, the 10 oz Martini glass.

This next one might get some of you a bit excited. The 50 oz Martini glass.

Maybe that waitress knew what she was talking about after all...

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Daily Ditty:
Slowdeck - I'll World

Further adventures in idiocy

2006-02-21T13:41:00.000-07:00

So, I went out to dinner with a few friends last night, including my friend Saeed. We went to Bennigan's. It's an "Irish" bar and grill.

In any case, it was my 21st birthday. I decided that I wanted to get a steak and a gin martini, because, it's my 21st birthday.

The service was less-than-stellar from the beginning, but I try to be a forgiving guy.

Anyway, the waitress takes my order...

Me - I'll have the "fire-grilled steak" with black beans and the roasted vegetables.

Waitress - OK.

Me - And I'd like a gin martini.

Waitress - Sure, can I see your I.D.?

Me - Absolutely.

Saeed - It's his birthday today!

Me - You jerk.

Waitress - Happy Birthday!
She checks the I.D.
Whoa! It really IS your birthday!

Me - Yeah. Thanks.

The waitress moves on to my friends to see what they want. I, however, realize that I never specified what size steak I wanted and I wasn't going to be stuck with the little one. There's a pause in the ordering process, so I slip in....

Me - Oh, with the sirloin, I wanted the 10 ounce one.

Waitress - Uhm... alright. Did you mean the big one?

Me - Yeah, it says you can get an 8 or 10 ounce. I want the 10 ounce.

Waitress - OK...

She moves on. I try not to pay attention to her semi-confused demeanor. She's seemed a bit confused the whole time anyway.

After she has taken our orders, she takes off. We resume our prior conversation.

Then, the manager comes to our table.

I'm thinking, Great, if Saeed's little declaration gets the staff singing, I'm gonna kill him.

Manager - So, who ordered the martini?

Me (hesistantly) - Me. ... Is there a problem...?

Manager - Maybe... You wanted a 10 ounce martini?

Me - What?!?! NO NO NO NO NO! I was talking about the steak!

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Daily Ditty:
Our Lady Peace - Angels /Losing /Sleep

an odd fascination

2006-02-20T13:36:00.000-07:00

I've mentioned before that I rather enjoy the thought of bartending. This post is short and to the point.

I'll be posting recipes for food and mixed drinks alike on our recipes blog. As always, I will only be posting recipes that I've tried and know to be delicious.

So, I guess that this is all to say that I'm 21 now. Happy birthday to me...

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Daily Ditty:
Katia B - Tanto Faz Para O Amor

Um, I'm a retard.

2006-02-15T22:13:00.000-07:00

I knew that I shouldn't have announced it. But, that's just the way things go.

apartment812.com is no longer under construction. It's not that we've finished. It's that things change.

The problem is that the management has decided that they want to kick up rates next year and stop paying for a few things. So, Luke, Erik, and I basically said something along the lines of "eff that!"

We're looking for a new place to live starting in August. So, it's not that we're not going to create a website. THAT IS DEFINITELY STILL GOING TO HAPPEN.

We're just not sure where that site will be located just yet. Stay tuned and I'll keep you guys up to date.

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Daily Ditty:
Marc Broussard - Home

Well, it's that time of year again...

2006-02-14T23:11:00.000-07:00

Every year, Jimmy's birthday comes fast. Then school starts. Once I get into the swing of things again, I start thinking about my then fast-approaching birthday. And I'm always caught off guard by that little February detour... Valentine's Day.

First off, I think this holiday had to be made up by a boat-load of women who just couldn't stand to wait for their birthday or Christmas to roll around again. Seriously, I've watching a lot of guys commiserate over what they're going to do for their significant other on this rather random of holidays. It has always seemed less like an enjoyable experience and more like a sufferable burden, for males at least.

Now, don't get me wrong. It's not that I think women shouldn't be celebrated and cherished. I'm just not sure I agree with the general principle of V-Day.

That brings me to the next point...

I have watched a lot of "men" step all over their girlfriends and treat them like dirt. I have seen those same "men" yell, curse, and be frankly less-than-chivalrous to those same women. These poor women tolerate it. Yet I cannot understand for the life of me why.

Does Valentine's Day really make up for the crap that these girls deal with for the rest of the year? No, it can't. I refuse to believe it.

I submit that Valentine's Day be abolished. Women should be loved and honored everyday. I watch the way my brother stares lovingly at his wife. I watch as he opens every door he can for her. I believe this is how it should be. And I am nearly convinced that there would be no need for Valentine's Day if men quit being such retards and honestly cherished the women they "love."

Well done, Robert, Dad, Davy... And the rest of you men who are true gentlemen. In a few days, I'll be 21 and then, I'll properly raise a glass to you.

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - Devil May Care

OH ...... Well, crap.

2006-02-13T15:44:00.000-07:00

So, I had a very different weekend. (That's really a poor way to start any post, but I'm alright with that at the moment.)

I watched my niece on Friday and Saturday. I went to class again, even though I debated not going. But, the real excitement was on Saturday night.

Here's the rundown...

8:45 PM - I showed up at a Police Precinct for a "ride along". I met with one of my CJ professors who just happens to be a cop as well.

9:15 - I am introduced to the officer that I'll be riding around with for the rest of the evening. Seems like a nice guy.

9:20 - My professor shows me the different weapons patrol officers can check-out for their shifts, other than their sidearms. One is an assualt shotgun. It's got a really short barrel and holds 5 rounds at a time. It's light and tough. Very nice. Another is a shotgun with a separate purpose. This one has a bright orange stock. It fires "bean bag" rounds that are meant to drop someone to the ground without the fuss of blood and death. Handy.

9:40 - I'm in the patrol car. We're dispatched to a lot of rather uneventful places over the evening. But things will get better.....
.....if by "better" all you mean is "more entertaining."

2:45 - We're sent to a promenent hotel downtown that has a rather classy bar in the lobby. It's a domestic dispute. She says that her boyfriend (and father of her son) hit her a couple of time. He says she fell.

3:00 - He had warrants out for his arrest. There is also a zero tolerance policy on abuse. She had scrapes and bruises, he was going to spend the night in the pokey.

3:30 - We're back at the precinct. The officer I was with would be tied up in paperwork for the rest of the evening. So, I decide to chat with my professor. He and I are relaxing in the back of one of the rooms in the precinct. In in a 5 holding cells for people who have been arrested, about 13 computers for officers to log in their arrests, and that's about it.

3:37 - A pair of officers bring in a kid in a white shirt (we'll call him Andy). He's been arrested for public intoxication. He wreaks of alcohol, but he also seems a bit high (not drunk, but high). He spends the next hour and half being obnoxious and pissing off the officers in the room. My professor and I just stand in the back and enjoy the show.

5:00 - Andy has now successfully pissed off everyone in the room but me. But that's only because he never tried to mock me at all. I wasn't wearing a badge and thus was not an appropriate target of his contempt.

5:03 - The officers suggest that Andy needs to be taken to the restroom. Andy doesn't quite understand what they mean, probably because he's high as a kite, and asks to be taken to the restroom.

5:04 - Andy is allowed to use the single toilet in the bathroom. He's uncuffed, but the door's open. He yells and whines about his right to privacy and obviously has no idea what is going to happen.

5:05 - Andy finishes his business. He's recuffed by the officer who arrested him. Two other officers step into the room. And the bathroom door closes.

5:08 - Andy, now hand-cuffed, exits the bathroom. He's crying. His forehead is already starting to swell. The three police officers are behind him. They say "He slipped and hit his head on the toilet." Everyone laughs when I ask, "How many times?!?"

5:09 - It dawns on me that I would not normally agree with what happens when someone "slips in the bathroom." Yet, I feel nothing for poor Andy. He's just had the crap kicked out of him, and I don't feel sorry for him at all. I do, however, realize and regret the fact that Andy will probably come down from the high later and not have learned his lesson.

5:15 - Andy is more lively. He's also a bit confused. He claims that the three officers hit him. I guess he was just so high that he didn't understand that he slipped. Poor, poor Andy.

5:30 - I decide that I have seen enough. I turn to my professor and inform him of my decision to go home and get some rest. And, well, that was that.

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Daily Ditty:
Filter - Hey Man, Nice Shot

An Evening with Ethne

2006-02-10T22:31:00.000-07:00

So, I was babysitting for Aimee this evening. Here's the way it went down, from Ethne's point of view.

5:45 - Yay! I'm out of the car! Oh, there's uncle Joe! Hooray! It's play time!

5:47 - Oh, there's Luke! He's a nice guy! Look, Luke! I can walk now! Uncle Joe, look!

5:48 - Uhm. Where did mom go? Oh well, I can walk now!

5:50 - Oooh. This big wooden thing with the white and black sticks makes funny sounds. I'm gonna smash these sticks for a little bit.

5:55 - Where's mom? Oh, there's music on. This shiny thing has flashing lights. Oooh, that big knob moves too. Whoa. When I turn it, the sound gets loud. I'm gonna have fun with this thing!

6:00 - Look! Look! I can walk! Where did that knob go?

6:05 - Seriously, where's mom? Mom always comes to get me when I cry. Maybe if I stand at the door and cry REALLY loud, she'll come! That's what I'm going to do! MOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM! COME AND GET ME!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE AROUND UNCLE JOE ANYMORE!

6:10 - Mom? Where are you? This isn't working. JOE! Find mom! NOW!

6:15 - He's trying to get me to hit the sticks again. I'll humor him for a bit.

6:20 - Well, mom's not coming. I'm hungry. This guy wanted better get me some food...

6:22 - He doesn't get it. I guess I'll start crying. No, no, no. I don't want to go to bed.

6:24 - OK, crying REALLY loud didn't change. My idiot uncle doesn't get it. I know. I'll cling really tight to him. Then, if I can get him to walk around... I stop crying when he goes to the kitchen. That should work.

6:30 - Well, that took forever. But it worked. Chow time!

6:32 - MMMM...... FFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD.

6:40 - I want something else. I'll cry until this bozo figures it out.

6:43 - Yogurt. Nice. Joe is catching on.

7:10 - I've wet myself. And I'm tired. I'm gonna get this taken care of.

7:20 - NO! You can't put me in bed now! I need my diaper changed! WHERE THE CRAP IS MY MOTHER?!?!

7:26 - HELLO McFLY! CHANGE MY DIAPER!

7:40 - Well, there was a lot of fumbling. And you managed to put the stupid diaper on backwards the first time, but I'm change and have my PJs on. I'll smile at you for a bit. Way to go, JoJo.

7:43 - That Luke guy is nice. I'll bet he wouldn't have put the diaper on backwards...

7:45 - NO!! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!! THE FUN IS JUST STARTI.....

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Daily Ditty:
Compendium - Adorable

HAHA.... espionage/be careful what you wish for

2006-02-08T13:52:00.000-07:00

Well well well. A few days ago, I put an invisible counter on my blog. I can see who and how often people are checking in here at Random Thoughts...

I have to say that I'm flattered. I had no idea people were checking this lame blog out that often.

So, if you're here to laugh at the moron, poke the moron with satire, encourage the poor fool with his retarded attempts at dating, or just here out of boredom, keep on doing it.

Also, don't be shy in commenting. If you have something to say, go for it.

And thanks again for stopping by.

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In other news, my younger brother has badgered me to get something new posted. Well, James, be careful what you wish for.

I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that James is affectionately known around his college campus as "Concussion Jimmy."

Feel free to laugh. I sure did.

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Daily Ditty:
Flickerstick - Teenage Dope Fiend
(This one randomly played this morning while I was getting ready for class. It's just been stuck in my head all day.)

Announcement

2006-02-06T16:04:00.000-07:00

This is to announce one of the many projects we are currently working on.

We (my roommates and I) are feverishly putting together a new website...

www.apartment812.com

Through it, we are planning on providing downloadable materials, podcasts, and other nerdy-type-stuff.

If you have any suggestions or requests, let us know. We will definitely read any requests. I cannot, however, promise that any requests will be actually utilized.

What does the picture have to do with the post? You'll just have to check out the site to find out...

In any case, you can be sure that I'll keep you updated.

Joe Fuel

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Daily Ditty:
Jack Johnson - Upside Down

Did I really just say that?

2006-02-02T11:08:00.000-07:00

I was just reminded of those awkward moments in life when you just cram your foot in your mouth. You know, those statements that make you wonder if your I.Q. has just dropped.

Allow me to explain with one such situation that happened a few weeks ago...

I was sitting in Luke's truck as he's driving us to get some grub. His coworker, Chris, is a bisexual. Don't ask me how Luke and I know about this...

We see a guy walking down the street. I recognize him as the annoying old man who was in my Arabic class last semester for about 3 weeks. Chris recognizes him as a homosexual man who attends the LGBF* meetings.

Chris spouts out, "That guy is just paranoid. He thinks everyone hates gays and Jews."

Me: "I'm guessing that means he's Jewish then."

Chris: "Yeah, he's freaking weird man. I gave a presentation on dating at the LGBF. He yelled at me afterwards. He said the presentation was too 'hetero'."

Me: "That's gay."

No. Joe, tell me that you didn't just say that. You're a moron. Somebody hand me a gun...

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* - Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, and Friends

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Daily Ditty:
John Mayer - My Stupid Mouth

News from the office

2006-01-31T15:31:00.000-07:00

So, when I install a projector into a classroom, I have to lock it up. Naturally, we don't want one of our fancy and rather expensive projectors being ripped off.

This is the side of the box that the locks are sold in... I think it speaks for itself.

I have to give credit to Luke for this one. He's the one that spotted it.

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Daily Ditty:
Kinema - Katia

need to unwind....

2006-01-30T22:09:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry. I don't know what to write about. The truth is that I'm still worried about my friend. I haven't heard anything from her and she's not the kind of girl that would just avoid me.

Now, I'm sure she's physically doing fine. But, you have to understand, this is a woman that means a lot to me.

See, there are women that I couldn't care less about. Take, for instance, the girl one of my friends just broke up with. She's a nut case. I don't care what's going on in her life.

But you see, my friend on the east coast is entirely different. She's a wonderful friend. She's kind, understanding, peaceful, encouraging. All the stuff I tend not to be. This is the one girl that I've ever had a crush on and the feeling was mutual. She is one of few people that I could talk to until I lose my voice. She is one of the people I would gladly die for.

These past few days have been emotionally brutal. I just wish I knew what was going on. I wish I could help.

I'm not completely exhausted. I'll post something more entertaining later...

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Daily Ditty:
Rob Dougan - I'm Not Driving Anymore

Whoa boy

2006-01-29T22:18:00.000-07:00

I'm tired... still. I'm gonna get to bed in a few minutes and I'll post something meaningful tomorrow.

Thanks for your patience.

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Daily Ditty:
The Killers - Midnight Show

Distraught

2006-01-26T23:36:00.000-07:00

Well, I had a few ideas about what I would post tonight. None of them feel like acceptable subject matter at the moment.

You see, I had a chat with a friend of mine today. This is a woman who is always rather optimistic and pretty darned cheerful. You know, the glass is half-full and all that. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to be that person today.

She didn't give me a whole bunch of details about what's going on. That certainly bothers me. But the worst part about it is that she lives, well, on the east coast. And that means that I can't be there to help in the least.

Sorry, this is a somewhat somber and melancholy post. But, there isn't much else that I can think about. It's frustrating. I tried to go to bed. I tried to get some rest. I tried to think about the fact that there are other things to consider, like the fact that my mother is going into surgery tomorrow. BUT NONE OF THAT SEEMS TO WORK!

ARRRRGGGGG! What in the h*** am I supposed to do?!?! I feel so useless, so frustratingly inept. I hate this. I hate not being able to help. I hate having to sit here and just watch!

I apologize, this is certainly not something I'm really expecting any replies to. I just desparately needed to get this out of my system...

Lord, be with her. Please, be with her.

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Daily Ditty:
Thousand Foot Krutch - Hurt

The news from my neck of the woods

2006-01-26T09:24:00.000-07:00

I took a short trip to the Arts and Sciences building yesterday during work. My favorite CJ teacher spotted me walking into the building.

"Hey Joseph!"

"Hello sir."

"What brings you over here?"

"Oh, well, I came to drop your class."

"What? Why? It's an easy A. You don't need to drop this class."

Beautiful.

"I'm joking, actually. I came over to sort out a few kinks in my schedule."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, I'm taking Arabic again this semester and I need to switch it to an S/U class."

"Joseph, Arabic is HARD."

"I know, why do you think I'm taking it S/U?"

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I apologize about not having posted sooner. It's been quite a week.

More on that later. I need to get back to work.

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Daily Ditty:
Delirious - All This Time

Updates

2006-01-22T22:12:00.000-07:00

Well, I have mentioned that we're changing a few things in our apartment in the on-going effort to create a classy hang out place instead of your typical male college student bachelor pad.

This used to be at my parents' house. I found someone to move it for only $90.

Welcome to the family, little buddy...

It'll be tuned by the end of the week.

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Daily Ditty:
Nickel Creek - When in Rome

all over again

2006-01-21T23:10:00.000-07:00

Sorry about the fact that I haven't posted in a while. Unfortunately, classes started again and we're all still adjusting.

This semester, I will be taking the following courses:

-- Arabic
-- Animal Behavior
-- Criminal Investigation
-- Issues and Ethics in Criminal Justice
-- Plant Physiology

My one and only complaint: Criminal Investigation is a Saturday morning class.

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Well, now that that's out of the way, I have a few quotes from my Issues and Ethics professor:

Life is tough. It's tougher when you're stupid.

and, my favorite:

I want your position on these subjects to be clear in these papers. I want your position to be plain as the a** on a goat. You know, you see a goat, boom, there's the a**.

Should be an interesting semester.

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Daily Ditty:
Compendium - Easily

First of [hopefully] many

2006-01-18T21:47:00.000-07:00

This is the first album review. Now, this album seems like the best place to begin this new tradition, and there are a couple of reasons for that.

First of all, if I hadn’t started blogging, I wouldn’t have ever purchased this album. Now, don’t take that the wrong way, I just wouldn’t have ever heard of the album and thus would have not been able to purchase it.

Secondly, this album drastically changed the way I listen to music and made me more of a critic. That, in turn, is why I want to write a few album reviews (more on that later, maybe).

So, that’s all well and good, except for the fact that I am incredibly nervous to write this. I don’t want to piss off the musician. That musician being Anaglyph.

The album is Houdini. The band is called Perpetual Ocean. Although, I’m pretty sure the band is just Anaglyph himself.

In any case, I’ll start with a brief overview.

This is a rather dark album, probably not one that I would recommend for people who enjoy such songs as “Good Riddance” by Green Day or any of the garbage spewing from Britney Spears’ mouth. This album is much deeper, much more ominous than most people are probably used to.

Still, it is worth at least one listen. The musicality of this album astounds me.

Take, for example, the song “Float.” I’m having trouble putting in writing how amazingly the lyrical and instrumental portions of this song fit together. I have great difficulty in being able to tell if the music was written to emphasize the lyrics or if the lyrics were written to emphasize the music.

I have listened to this album many, many times. Some of the songs I’ve even played backwards. Yet, I cannot believe how well each every song is able to evoke specific emotions and mental images so very easily. This is simultaneously the best and worst feature of this album.

Most people are not used to such emotionally powerful music, and thus, it can be scary.

My friend Chris and I were driving to see a movie last month. I put the CD in the CD player and within two songs, Chris turned to me and said, “Joe, this is kinda freaking me out.”

That came from a man who used to turn all the lights off and play the creepiest music he could for me to see if I would wet my pants. Now, I can scare the crap out of him.

Now, that’s all I’m going to say about this one. Because, well, you just have to listen to the album to understand.

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Anaglyph, I’ve said it before, and I’m going to say it again. Your Houdini album is astounding. In a good way. I love it. Thanks for sharing it with us. I hope the review wasn’t terribly odious.
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(No Daily Ditty. And don’t expect any with future album reviews…)

Somebody cares

2006-01-17T23:01:00.000-07:00

After a certain email today, I realized that some overhauling was once again needed.

To the person who sent the email, thank you. No offense taken. Admittedly, the old format was troubled at best. I liked it, but I also don't want to scare away the precious few readers that I have over a pesky little issue like colors and formatting. Plus, I think I'm pretty happy with this new template. Thanks, whoever you are....

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In any case, I don't have a whole bunch to say. And I have to be at work plenty early tomorrow.

But, here's a bit of warning for you guys...

Be prepared for a couple of new recipes and the first of (hopefully) many album reviews.

That said, I'd like to apologize to my father. I called home while he was asleep. Sorry to wake you, Pops.

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Daily Ditty:
The Exit - Back to the Rebels

weekend in review

2006-01-15T23:44:00.000-07:00

Let's see. What did I do this weekend?

Well, on Saturday, I woke up around 11 AM. And that, of course, was only because I got a phone call.

"Joe, buddy..."
Uh oh, "buddy" = "I need a favor."
"I need your help."
Uh huh.
"I've moved my TV to another room in my house. So, I need your help rewiring the Direct-TV."
Why did I answer the phone?
"But, let me take you to breakfast first."
Sold.

So, that only took, hmmm, 4 hours. With breaks, of course. But yeah, it took a while.*
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Secondly, I played bartender for an open house shindig at my aunt and uncle's house. THAT was cool.

There was nothing too complex about it, but it was fun. The fun part was committing people's drinks to memory. So, they walk back to the bar area...

"Hi."
"Well hi there. You had a "Tanquer and Tonic" with two limes and a splash of ginger ale, right?"
"Yeah! I can't believe you remembered that."
"Thanks. I try."

(My secret..... I dunno. I guess I just have a good memory.**)

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Thirdly, went to church this morning and spent the afternoon with my family. There's nothing better than that.

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* - Took a while. But man, drilling through walls is fun.
** - Yeah, that sounded pompous. My apologies.
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Daily Ditty:
John Reuben - Out of Control

Sharing time

2006-01-14T01:36:00.000-07:00

I find myself watching a mediocre vampire movie at 1:30 in the morning. I have a headache, but I can't stop watching this.

Here's the thing. I've always been fascinated with mythologies. The Trojans, Beowolf, King Arthur, Dracula.

Dracula.

Dracula has always (for some unknown reason) been more interesting than any other lore. It's not that I envy Dracula. It's certainly not that I want to drink blood. It's odd. It's very odd. And very dark.

I think the truth of the matter is that Dracula is a clear-cut villain. And I watch in awe as some random mortal decides to take him on.

I've mentioned that I play video games. One of my favorite series of games is "Castlevania." The story for each game is always the same general concept. The gameplay differs only slightly from one sequel to the next. There's just something about it that I can't get enough of.

Unfortunately, I don't know where I'm going with this either. I just wanted to get it out there and out of my system. Call me stupid or crazy if you'd like...

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Daily Ditty:
Compendium - Don't You

Warmth

2006-01-12T22:06:00.000-07:00

Friends. I have a confession to make. Over the break, I began consuming a whole lot of hot tea. And in the process, I have come up with a few thoughts about the wonderful liquid.

1. There are specific teas for specific times of day. In my opinion, I want black teas in the morning, green at lunch or in the afternoon, and something decaffinated and very different in the evening.]

2. The various colors of teas amaze me. I think it's gorgeous.

I just brewed a cup of a Tazo brand tea called "Passion." With a little honey, I think this is one of the most perfect and beautiful teas I've ever had.

Here's another promise for you guys. If you're ever in my neck of the woods, I brew you some tea. My treat.

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Daily Ditty:
Colin Hay - Beautiful World

Work in progress

2006-01-12T01:09:00.000-07:00

Inspired by Rob, I decided to play around with my blog's layout.

Unfortunately, I totally effing butchered it. What I've got right now is just a temporary solution. And yes, I realize that it might be hard to read. It will all be well soon.

But for now, I'm gonna have to hit the sack.

P.S. - Thanks to Luke for the help.

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Daily Ditty:
Jake Shimabukuro - Dragon

As promised

2006-01-10T22:23:00.000-07:00

The one is for Anaglyph.

In December, I mentioned luminarias. Anaglyph asked for pictures. Here you go…

These pictures are courtesy of the master photographer, Rob Fuel.

These happen to be my favorite part of growing up in the Southwest. And as the last picture shows, they line walkways. There is a traditional reason for this. But can anyone tell me why?

(Yes, I do know the answer. But I’m shooting for audience participation. Members of the family are allowed to poke fun, but ARE NOT allowed to give the answer away.)

Happy Hunting (it honestly shouldn’t be too hard).

Oh, I’ve just posted an awesome drink recipe. Check it out.

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Daily Ditty:
Compendium – Whatever Comes

yeah, about that...

2006-01-08T01:10:00.000-07:00

I would like to apologize about the tardiness of this post. The past 48 hours have been hectic and difficult.

Yesterday was the last day of the Crusade conference. It was awesome. But it was also crunch time and we were busy. Luke and I woke up this morning, packed the car, ate lunch, and hit the road. I write this from my apartment in Las Cruces, safe and sound.

To the moron of a dog trying to cross I-25 in the middle of no-where:

I hate you. You scared the crap out of me. I should have hit you. You decided to cross the interstate at 7:30 pm. You are an idiot. I should have facilitated your move into the afterlife. Fortunately for Luke's truck, I didn't. But if I ever see you again, your time is up.

Joe Fuel

I'm tired. Pees.
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Daily Ditty:
Franz Ferdinand - I'm Your Villain

Question.

2006-01-04T00:18:00.000-07:00

A thought just occurred to me.

I'm wondering if I should do album reviews of new music that I find. Anyone like the sound of that?

No boredom here

2006-01-03T23:59:00.000-07:00

Friends, I write this post from Denver, Colorado.

I'm here at a four-star hotel with Campus Crusade for Christ. This week there is a conference for students from about 7 states.

Luke and I drove up from El Paso on Sunday morning at around 2:30 AM. Ten hours later, we arrived in Denver. Luke and I found the suite for the video production team. Luke walked in and introduced himself. I was introduced as well.

You see, Luke was asked to be on the video crew for the conference. I was planning on simply attending the conference like I've done the past two years. However, the conference didn't start until Monday, so I simply hung around and helped where I could. After a couple of hours, I was asked to officially join the video team. Naturally, I agreed.

It's been busy but fun. You have to understand that I like to help people out. So, I've probably offered my services too much and subsequently put myself into some rather tight situations. Tonight, however, I'm free to get to bed whenever I want to.

At any rate, I'm feeling rather proud of myself at the moment. One of those tight situations I was talking about was taking charge of the "unfair edit" for one of our main speakers. The general idea is to sort through the footage from their teachings, messages, speeches, whatever and rearrange words and phrases into something more.... humorous and outrageous. Generally, you bastardize the lecture and make the speaker look like an ass.

I must confess, Robert was responsible for the unfair edit for the exact same speaker last year. So, I kind of wanted to see if I could at least compete with Robert's hilarious unfair edit.

It took six or seven hours of work to complete this project. But folks, I'm proud of it. I'm going to see about posting it on Luke's website for you to see. But that will have to wait until we get back home.

This was the first video I have been completely responsible for. And it was shown to a few thousand college students to introduce the same speaker. I was nervous. REALLY NERVOUS. But, all is well. The crowd laughed. Lots.

Now, I'm not going to say I've out-done my brother on this one. I wouldn't be so stupid. But, I will say that I believe I've done a great job with it and other people have told me the same.

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Thanks Robert, for your advice. It was extremely helpful.

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Daily Ditty:
Delirious - Fires Burn

Resolutions

2006-01-01T17:04:00.000-07:00

Alright folks. This is the new year. And you know what that means, time for resolutions.

Here are a few of mine:

1) To post at least 4 times a week. I realize that I have been slacking it for the past month or so. And I apologize for that. In any case, I plan to be more decisive about this. Please bear with me.

2) To finally post things that I have promised that I would... Luminarias, shrieks, etc.

3) I don't really have a third relating to this blog... I just like the number three.

Anyway, thanks again for your support and Happy New Year!

Joe Fuel

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Daily Ditty:
Relient K - Auld Lang Syne

Home for the Holidays

2005-12-23T21:57:00.000-07:00

Folks, I'm finally home. In El Paso. With the family.

But before I left Las Cruces, my friend Saeed and I exchanged gifts.

I gave him an a DVD. I'm introducing Saeed to anime. The next few months should be interesting.

In any case, Saeed knows of the plans Luke and I have for our apartment. He decided to help facilitate the process, sort of.

Luke and I want to build a small bar in our apartment. Our goal is to make our apartment a place where our friends want to come and hang out. A classy place with a nice laid-back atmosphere. And seeing as how the three of us will be turning 21 soon, a bar seems like a good idea.

And so, I present Saeed's gifts. Two books.

The first is a veritable encyclopedia of drinks. The second is a reprint of a 1917 book by a man named Tom Bullock. They are both very cool. They will both be referenced often.

Classic Cocktails has a few quotes scattered around in it. I will leave you with one.

"Once during the prohibition I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water." ~~W.C. Fields

Thanks again Saeed.

And Merry Christmas to all of you, my friends who have given quips, remarks, advice, and wisdom over the past 9 months. Thanks guys and again, Merry Christmas.

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Daily Ditty:
Perpetual Ocean - Float

Fashionably Late

2005-12-19T17:25:00.000-07:00

Alright friends, I know I've been slacking it. I apologize. But we have a lot of catching up to do, so I'm moving on.
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The Final Report on the Finals:

Evolution - B
Statistics - B*
Microbiology - A
Microbiology Lab - A
Arabic - Passed**

Adventures in Dumpster Diving:

On Friday, I was throwing away some boxes into the dumpster outside my office (only office supplies are tossed in there). As I leaned over the edge of the dumpster, I saw these babies...

Five, count 'em five, 4-square-feet panels of sound-proofing material, just like the stuff covering one wall of my office. Luke has asked me a few times to rip the panels off my wall and give him the sound-proofing, to no avail. But, this is a rare opportunity. So, I lept inside the dumpster, took those bad boys out, and brought them home. Merry Christmas, Luke.

And now, for the much anticipated...

Martha-like behavior:

Luke and I have been wanting to re-vamp the lighting in our living room for a while. On Saturday, we began to finally do something about it. We had a few separate projects.

I posted a while ago that we've built and upholstered a riser for one of our couches. This gives us theater-style seating that just happens to be REALLY comfortable.

Luke's part of the lighting "remix" was to somehow shine light on the wall behind one of the couches. We used halogen lights that could be easily mounted to the wall. This, folks, was all Luke's idea and pure genious in my opinion.

My part of the project was really only the beginning of a larger plan. I intend to create a lounge area where our "dining room" is. I refuse to give details on that just yet. However, I was certain that putting in new lighting was necessary.

So, I came up with a plan. Using Christmas*** lights and an off-white fabric, I created something that I have trouble naming (suggestions are welcome). However, I think it looks awesome.

We also decided to replace the ugly fixture that would sit over the dining room and replaced it with something more resplendent.

I guess that all of this is to say that I'm going to have to admit it. I like interior decoration. I'm not sure why, but I do. I hope that doesn't make me sound gay.....

Other Items:

Aimee posted a cookie recipe.
I've posted another recipe.
Robert posted this on Friday. I think it's hilarious.

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* - I was 5.5 points short of an A, 5.5 out of 550. That is the suck.
** - I took the class Pass/Fail.
*** - They're Christmas lights. Not "Holiday lights."

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Daily Ditty:
Ringside - Tired of Being Sorry

Bleh

2005-12-14T22:08:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry that I'm being such a tease, but I just need sleep. I will be posting soon.

As for the Martha-like behaviors... you'll just have to check back here to find out.

My apologies for my lack-luster performance.
J.F.

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Daily Ditty:
Jake Shimabukuro - Floaters

Recuperating

2005-12-13T01:44:00.000-07:00

I know I need to post. I will. Tomorrow.

Things to look forward to:

-A new post (that sounded a little pompous)
-A new recipe
-More Martha-like behavior
-Sleep

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Daily Ditty:
TM Juke - In The Twilight

Ah, boredom

2005-12-08T11:36:00.000-07:00

I've been sitting here in my office at work. There's not really anything to do until about 1:00, so I've been having a little fun. (Yes, Dad. I know I SHOULD be studying for my last final. No, I don't care. I needed a break, alright. Yeesh, get off my back.)

Anyway, I found something that I just had to share with you all.

Behold, the Utilikilt.

I do have one question....

Is it wrong that I'm actually considering buying one of these bad boys?

I mean, seriously. I kind of like it. I think it's absurd, but I also have a particularly curious fascination with it.

Hm...

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Daily Ditty:
Jack Johnson - Crying Shame

OOOOOhhhh. Let me catch my breath...

2005-12-07T13:14:00.000-07:00

Well folks, only one final left. Here's an update on the other three.

Microbiology - I just finished that one about two hours ago. That was actually kind of fun. I need an 80 on that final to get an A in the class. I'm pretty darned sure that I did better than an 80. Seriously, it was the easiest test we've ever had in that class.

Statistics - Easy, but long. I need an 85 on that one for an A in the class. It took a good long time and a whole lot of calculations, but it wasn't very difficult. I couldn't see anything a few feet in front of me afterwards, but it's over and I know I did well.

Arabic - Who cares? My professor flat out said that she wasn't going to fail anyone. I'm taking the class "pass/fail." The final was open-notes. It was odd. And I actually did fairly well. But seriously, what does it matter?

So, that leaves only one final, Evolution. That's the only one I've been worried about. We'll see how that one goes.

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In other news, the Chronicles of Narnia comes out Friday. I can hardly wait. I promised my family that I'd go with them.

My dad used to read the Narnia books to us before we went to bed at night. That's a tradition that I plan to continue if I ever have kids. (Thanks, Pops.)

And that leads me to this next part.... If you know anything about David Crowder and the Chronicles of Narnia, you should be able to understand my choice for the Daily Ditty.

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Daily Ditty:
David Crowder - Turkish Delight

So this is calm...

2005-12-04T22:54:00.000-07:00

I just finished walking around campus with a few of my friends. Tonight there were luminarias all across campus.

For those of you who have no idea what a "luminaria" is, let me explain.

It's a kind of Christmas light.... but southwest style. They're actually really easy.

1. Take a brown paper lunch sack.
2. Fold the top edge down.
3. Pour a good 1.5 inches of dirt into the sack.
4. Light a candle (not the long kind that belong in a candlestick).
5. Put the lit candle in the sack.

You've just made your first luminaria. Now, repeat this until you have enough to spread across your front lawn. Traditionally, they are placed about every two feet on either side of a walkway or sidewalk.

So, there are LOT of luminarias on campus. I love the way these things look. They're awesome. But the fact that I've walked around the New Mexico State campus to see them can only mean one thing.... FINALS.

So, folks, I won't be speaking much this week. I have my finals for Statistics and Arabic on Tuesday, my Microbiology final on Wednesday, and my Evolution final on Thursday.

If I don't post until Thursday night, don't panic. I'm probably still alive.

In any case, you guys have a fantastic week.

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Daily Ditty:
Ringside - Strangerman

Ah yes.

2005-11-27T22:31:00.000-07:00

Okay folks. I don't know how much I'll be able to post over the next few weeks. I have the last bits of homework for my classes to finish up this week and next week I have finals. It could be a little bit hairy.

It's time to share a bit. I am somewhat of a knife enthusiast. Scratch that, I'm somewhat of a shiny-pointy-sharp-object enthusiast.

Generally speaking, I carry a folding knife in my back pocket. I sense that some of you may be asking why.

There are a few reasons. One, I tend to walk or bike on campus during the night hours. I like the feeling that I wouldn't be entirely defenseless. Two, a properly sharpened knife is incredibly useful in my new line of work. I have to cut cords and cables and such all the time. Three, did I mention that I like knives?

So, normally I buy a veritably cheap knife that's on sale at some random sporting goods store. They generally cost about $10 to $15. I have to replace the knife every two or three months. The simple fact of the matter is that I don't feel like spending the better part of an hour sharpening a knife that I didn't pay a whole bunch for and isn't worth a whole heap of money in the first place.

So, I have been searching for a new knife.

Last night, I was watching a movie with my parents and my dad was looking at a catalogue. He handed it to me and I started looking through it. I found my new knife. It's beautiful.

But flipping through that catalogue got me thinking. This is an incredible sight with lots of quality products at extremely reduced prices. Why have I not shared this with you guys before?!?

Please excuse my tardiness in this matter. But, the Sierra Trading Post is well worth a gander.

For our foreign friends, they do international orders as well.

Enjoy.

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Daily Ditty:
Louis Armstrong - Mack the Knife

For the Record.

2005-11-22T22:46:00.000-07:00

Over the past week, she has been brought up a number of times.

So, I'm going to set the record straight.

The last time I talked posted about her was the day before I gave up entirely.

She told me that I could call her. Admittedly, she didn't say anything about whether or not she would respond.

That hurt. I'm not going to lie about it. It hurt.

But that's not really the frustrating part of it all. It's difficult to not let this experience taint any other relationships with females. It's difficult to no become bitter. It's difficult to not put up and wall and decide that women aren't worth my time at all.

That's the real problem. That's the battle I'm losing.

There's part of me that wants to just dismiss it as a learning experience. That's the same part of me that wants to say "I'm better off without her." "She's not worth my time." "She lied and I don't need a girl like that."

But, the difficulty in all of it is that it sucks and I really don't understand it. I don't understand why beautiful women are regularly unable to be honest and don't seem to care if they hurt you. Effing why?

Maybe some other gorgeous women like Anne or Aimee or Chickie can fill me in on this concept/phenomenon/tendency/whatever.

That's it folks. It's over. I hope this answers any other questions. And hopefully, that's the last time I have to mention the whole flawed experience.

To those of you that offered their advice and wisdom, I thank you. It was an interesting couple of weeks.

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Daily Ditty:
10 Years - Through the Iris

Sweet.

2005-11-21T23:31:00.000-07:00

A box of eight speakers arrived at work today.

I was sent to go pick them up. When I got back to my office, I was told to label the speakers, put them into our inventory and put them in their proper place in our storage area.

So, I opened the box and found the coolest packaging material ever. Behold....

So, what exactly does that remind you of?

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I've posted another recipe.

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - London Skies

I am a freak.

2005-11-17T08:54:00.000-07:00

I scared myself last night. That's kind of an odd point to just throw out there. But trust me on this one.

I was up really late last night. I got back from work and took a bit of a break. I got dinner and then some friends came over to study for a microbiology test we have on Friday.

Then, some friends were over to work on an Arabic project that's due today. They left around midnight.

I wasn't done yet. I spent the next two hours working on a paper for my Evolution class. And that's when it happened...

I have to read two papers of my choice that somehow relate to speciation and write a comparison of the two. I read one that was written in 2001, fine. I started reading the second one, written in 1997.

I thought I might have had a huge problem. You see, the two papers didn't seem to have a whole bunch in common. I was getting very nervous.

But I kept going, it was too late to stop. I got to the last paragraph in the paper and I got a bit excited. You see, they suddenly fit like peas in a pod. More accurately, they were simply a natural progression.

The 2001 paper was an experiment to test the conclusion of the 1997 paper, in particular what was stated in that last paragraph.

So, why was I scared? I got incredibly excited reading a paper about speciation and mate selection in butterflies.

Do that sound as utterly nerdy to anyone else as it does to me?

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Daily Ditty:
Kasabian - Cutt Off

[insert cutting remark here]

2005-11-15T19:28:00.000-07:00

So, registration for the spring semester started yesterday. Disabled and honors students were the first to be able to register.

I had to go talk to people in the Criminal Justice department and the Arts and Sciences Advising Center to get started on a second minor in Security Technology and Intelligence Studies.

I'm a Biology major, with a Chemistry minor. I don't really belong in the CJ or Engineering Technology departments. But, I don't care, I want this minor. This is the first semester that this minor has been open to non-CJ and -ET majors. Plus, I have recieved express permission from both departments to pursue this minor. I thought this little trip to finish my registration would be cake.

It wasn't. At all. After being shuffled back and forth and back and forth between WAY too many professors and offices, I walked into the Advising center, with an "Add/Drop" slip in my hands. I'm ready to finish registration. I have permission from both departments and now I have permission from a professor to attend his CJ class.

A grey-haired lady (GHL) walked up to me as I was in the line...........

GHL: May I help you?

Me: Sure. I'm a Biology major wanting to pursue a Security Technology and Intelligence Minor. I have this add slip for this CJ class and I just need to finalize this.

GHL: You can't do that.

Me: I'm sorry. I don't understand.

GHL: You can't pursue that minor.

Me: Why not?

GHL: You're not a CJ major.

No freaking way! I only declared my major myself. But I had NO IDEA that biology doesn't mean criminal justice!

Me: I understand that. But I've recieved permission from the CJ department.

GHL: I don't know who you talked to, but there are 600 CJ majors that have priority to those classes. You can't pursue this minor.

Well, I've talked to the department head. That would seem to be the best person to talk to about this sort of thing.

Screw it. This argument isn't worth it. Arguing with stupid people rarely is...

Me: Hm. Sorry.

[GHL turns and walks away]

I finally make it up to the main desk.

Me: I have this add slip and I'd like to register for this CJ class.

Lady at the Desk: Sure, just go down the hall. Talk to the lady in the last room on your left.

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Ah. The joy of dealing with morons.

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Aimee has posted a new recipe.
Thanks Aimee.

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Daily Ditty:
Franz Ferdinand - Evil and a Heathen.

boo hiss

2005-11-13T22:01:00.000-07:00

Well, just before I go to bed and begin what promises to be a rather difficult week, I think I'll post about the goings on over the weekend.
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1) Bought a new video game, Advent Rising. It's awesome, despite some rather poor reviews. Trust me on this one.

2) Borrowed a projector from work and played video games with Saeed and some other friends from 7:30pm to 6:00am. While I don't think I should be staying up that late, I haven't gone that long without thinking in months. It felt fantastic and absolutely necessary.

3) Went to bed a 6:00am and woke up at 10:30 .... am. And I couldn't get back to sleep.

4) Cleaned up the apartment from the video-game-fest and returned the projector.

5) Started Advent Rising. I'm nearly done with it. I'm fairly pleased with myself (that probably solidifies my "nerd" status).

6) Spent sometime with the family. My grandmother asked if I'd like to go to England next summer. I'm thinking about that one.

7) Discovered that my cellphone is following Guinevere's lead. I'll be calling Sprint tomorrow.

8) Realized that with 3 papers due and 1 test and plenty to keep me occupied at work, this week is going to be interesting...

Wish me luck.

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Daily Ditty:
Depeche Mode - A Pain that I'm Used to

"A little bit Martha"

2005-11-09T21:42:00.000-07:00

Anne. This one is for you.

You thought the pumpkin was a little bit Martha.... Well, buckle up sister.

Aimee and I are starting a joint blog.

We both enjoy cooking. We both needed a place to keep our favorite recipes. I figured that it might be cool to share these recipes with people outside the family.

So, here's the first of many recipes to come. I don't know how often I'll be posting new ones, but I can guarantee at least on new recipe a week.

I hope you guys like this.

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Daily Ditty:
Perpetual Ocean - The Mariner's Chart

Riddle me this... 2

2005-11-09T00:22:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I posted about a mess that my friend Lance is involved in.

At the time, I didn't want to post my own opinions. This is actually for a couple of reasons that I think I'll save for a later post.

However, I am now ready to state my mind.

1) Lance would not pressure anyone to attend the Bible study. He's not that kind of guy. Believe me when I say that he's a very kind man and would not use any RA "authority" (if such a thing exists) to force anyone to attend the meeting.

2) Lance didn't lead the Bible study on the clock. If he had, I would have totally agreed with their decision. However, this is not the case. If he's not on the clock, I don't see the problem.

3) There seems to be a larger issue here. That issue is one that I have long since come to hate. Political Correctness. The concept is avoid any speech or actions that may offend anyone, most often in regards to race and religion. This is what truly upsets me. Why do I have to feel somehow guilty every time I describe a coworker of mine?

"I work with this guy named Billy. He's really intimidating. He's this big black guy and he's just under 7 feet tall."

I can't say that for some reason, because someone might be offended.

The larger issue is that people tend to be offended when religion is forced down their throats. However, this seems to be the case more often when it comes to Christianity.

Part of that is the Church's fault. The Crusades, the Inquisitions, and a number of other heinous crimes have been rooted in the Church. For that, I apologize.

But I will not be silent about Jesus. While their may have been humans who screwed things up for the rest of us, my God is not that kind of guy!

Jesus, whether you believe in Him or not, came to do nothing more and nothing less than show His love for us. It was never His intent to murder millions of people.

On the contrary, that's the reason that I am so afraid of a mix of religion and politics. I will admit that they influence each other. But I will never condone actions like the Crusades, they DO NOT and WILL NOT accurately depict my Savior. And using the Bible to back some misguided cause is atrocious.

I went a bit off topic. I believe Lance is right. I think that the school is making decisions based entirely off fear of public perseption. That's weak and spineless. And if you don't agree with me about my beliefs, that's fine. I won't force you to read or listen to it. But Lance has done nothing wrong.

This is just plain stupid.

(How's that for expressing my opinion?)

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Daily Ditty:
Dance Floor Prophets - Wreckoning Ball

Riddle me this...

2005-11-07T22:43:00.000-07:00

So, I got news through a few of my friends that I should read a particular article online.

Banned Bible Study

Now wait a second. I realize that a few people who read this blog semi-regularly don't want to hear about my personal beliefs. I'm not asking anyone to do that. But I would like to get some opinionsm, particularly from the people who don't seem to want to deal with issues of faith.

OK. There's bit of a twist on this one. The guy mentioned in that article is Lance Steiger. Lance is a good friend of mine. I met him two years ago when I was spending my summer in San Diego. He's a great guy and not really very confrontational.

A resident assistant in a dormitory at the University of Wisconsin in
Eau Claire has been told that he cannot hold informal Bible study
sessions in the dorm because it would amount to an illegal endorsement
of religion by a state employee, according to the Milwaukee Journal
Sentinel.

Lance Steiger held the weekly sessions with a small group of friends
for much of last year, but over the summer he was told to stop.

Deborah Newman, associate director of housing and residence life, told
Steiger: "As a state employee, you and I have a responsibility to make
sure we are providing an environment that does not put undue pressure
on any member of our halls in terms of religion, political parties, etc."

Steiger insists that the ban is an infringement on his First Amendment
rights.

"I work for the school," he says. "It's my job, but I do have personal
time. I should be able to talk about whatever I want to talk about in
my own room. It's my home. It's where I live."

So this is where you, my friends, come into play. I'm sure you can guess what my opinion of this whole matter is. But I want to know what other people have to say.

What do you think? Is the university's treatment of Lance and his Bible study right? Or are there any non-Christians out there that might find this a bit absurd?

I realize that these questions seem a bit pointed. I'm sorry. I can't help it. But I don't think I need to tell you why...

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Daily Ditty:
TM Juke - Get It Together

More about the new job

2005-11-03T07:44:00.000-07:00

Things I like about my new job:

1) I have a private office.

2) I have a key card that I have to swipe two or three time to get into my office. Some might consider that tedious, but it makes me feel like I have some security clearance. And that makes me feel like a spy.

3) I get to set my own hours. That's a huge plus coming from a job where I had to work from 9:30pm to midnight on a Sunday night.

4) I get a laptop. Apparently, I'll have to be doing a few things on the go. I'm perfectly happy with that.

5) I've inherited my boss' oldish G5 PowerMac. 1.8 GHz. Not bad at all.

6) I also got his oldish Apple flat panel display. Score!

7) My boss (Nigel) was showing me how to attach locks onto security cages for multimedia projectors. But, he needed a permanent marker to mark where we'd have to cut a length of metal off the lock. I went a grabbed one and figured that I'd be helpful and hand him the marker without a cap. Well, he didn't notice that... So, he grabbed the pen and went to bite off the cap and bite the tip of the marker. Oh man. I wish I had a picture for you. It was hilarious.

That being said, I need to go to work...

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Daily Ditty
Blue Light Special - Saturday Girl

I know this is late

2005-11-01T11:04:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm not much for Halloween. But I do enjoy carving pumpkins, especially when I get to hang out with some good friends while doing it.

I started carving some random face and finished that. But my friends and I began discussing that it was possible to thin out the pumpkin flesh in order to have the light shine through the fibers, but not actually have a hole. So, I turned the pumpkin around and went to work with a potato peeler.

And thus, Quasi was born...

Everyone, meet Quasi.

I think he's happy to see you.

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Daily Ditty:
Vast - Candle

Good news (continued)

2005-10-25T23:40:00.000-06:00

Well, tomorrow I start my new job. I'm thrilled. Still, I'm leaving the first job I ever had. So, I thought I'd let you guys in on the email that I sent out to my coworkers...

Well guys,

As some of you may know, I've been offered a different position with ICT. So, tonight was my last shift as a Supervisor (as far as I know). I was hired to work in the labs just over 2 years ago. There have been a lot of changes since then. Most have been for the better.

To the new hires - This is a job. It may be an easy one, but it's a job none-the-less. Treat it as such and take it seriously.

To the older LAs - Just because I won't be there to give you a hard time, doesn't mean you don't have to keep up the good work.

To the sups - Thanks for a rather eventful year. Don't have too much fun with that new desk position...

To the higher-ups - Thanks for putting up with me. Although, I'm sure this won't be the last time that you'll see me around.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to email me or call me. You're also welcome to say hi should you see me sometime.

Thanks again guys,
Joe Fuel

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Daily Ditty:
The Killers - Andy, You're a Star

(A note to my brother, James - The Daily Ditty doesn't always have anything to do with the post. If the lyrics don't show some sort of obvious connection, there are three possibilities:
1) It's the song that's been running through my head all day
2) It's the song that I was listening to when I finished the post.
3) There's some obscure connection to the post that only I know about.

This Ditty would fall under #3. The lyrics have nothing to do with the post. But I feel like it would be an awesome song to play after the final battle scene in some good action movie, as the hero is walking away from the battle zone.) (OK, that note might have been for Anaglyph too....)

REALLY good news

2005-10-24T23:51:00.000-06:00

Well, I got out of my Arabic class today and found a voice message on my cellphone. Interesting...

"Hey Joe, this is Rocky. Call me when you get this. I've got a deal for you."

No problem, I'm was walking over to work anyway. Rocky was going to be there. I'd find out about this deal in person.

As it turns out, Rocky had found another job. That's good for him. But it's GREAT for me.

You see, if Rocky is leaving him current job, that leaves an opening for me. His boss, Nigel, knows has been trying to hire me for a little while. But there have been a few snags. That's the deal.

So, I go talk to Nigel. It's not a question of whether he'd like to hire me or whether I'm qualified. After all, the conversation didn't end with something like, "we'll call you if we need your services."

I quote, "I'd like you to go talk to Terry and see when you can start working with me."

Well, I've talked to all three of my bosses. I should be starting this new job by the end of the week. The thought of not having to work weekends is just beautiful.

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Daily Ditty:
Kasabian - Processed Beats

Another quick quote

2005-10-20T00:39:00.000-06:00

Well, one of my professors has done it again.

In my microbiology class, we were discussing viruses. My professor was introducing the various types of viruses and said the following:

"And then there are the sort of sexy ones..."

"Like ebola."

WHAT?!?

OH WAIT! I forgot...

Diarrhea, bleeding, vomiting blood, bloody diarrhea, blindness, and death ARE SEXY! Sorry, I just forgot about that for a second. What are moron I am! Joke's on me!

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Daily Ditty:
Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy

warning: this might not make sense

2005-10-18T23:54:00.000-06:00

I was sitting in my evolution class today. First, I was awake. Second, I was paying attention. That's a miracle in and of itself.

My professor was quickly moving through here powerpoint slides on natural selection and adaptation. Blah blah blah. Then, she came to a slide with a picture of a haggard, old woman. The slide was titled "Senescence."

She said something that I can't quite get out of my mind. "Why do we age?"

Let's think about that for a moment.

First, what she's really asking is that natural selection should favor the fittest organisms. If organisms are continually being selected by fitness, should we not, over the last million years or so, have become fit enough to be free of the ravages of time?

Now is the good part. This is where I get to call my professor a moron. Why?

Here's the deal...

The concept of time is fairly basic. Time is a measure of change. Without change, time does not pass. This seems slightly crazy, I know. However, it's only crazy because we can't imagine a situation where things are not changing. We'll come back to this concept.

Evolution, as generally defined by my "learned" professor, is the study of the change in allele frequencies from generation to generation over time.

Now back to time. Time is an entity much like nature. It just happens, regardless of anything going on in our lives. Because things always change, time is always moving forward. I hope that I've made this clear enough.

Here's the real reason why I get to laugh at my professor. If we were somehow able to remove ourselves from change, time would no longer have any hold on us. However, she suggests that we should have somehow evolved to a state of perfection, where change is no longer necessary.

It is not possible for the finite to become infinite. There is no way to use change to come to a point where change is no longer necessary. One my object that given time and skill, a masterpiece like the Mona Lisa can be perfected. However, the Mona Lisa was painted by a man with a separate consciousness with an ideal in mind.

To quote my professor, "Evolution does not strive for an ideal. Evolution is change. There is no plan to it. It just sort of happens."

Without that separate conscious plan, the Mona Lisa would not be a masterpiece. To expect that an organism would become perfect requires consciousness because a plan and goal must be sought after.

We are subject to time because we cannot escape it, regardless of fitness, selection, or evolution.

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Daily Ditty:
La La Land - Crack Up

Farewell

2005-10-18T09:31:00.000-06:00

Well, it's official. Sometime between 2:30 PM and 3:30 PM yesterday, my iPod took a turn for the worst.

She dead now.

This is heartbreaking. It also sucks because I used it quite a bit and cannot afford another at the moment.

I broke the screen a while ago. But she had been working just fine, despite the fact that she was no longer a pretty little mp3 player. Well, at least she's no longer in pain.

Goodbye, Guinevere. I will miss you...

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Daily Ditty
Depeche Mode - Precious

be afraid............

2005-10-16T00:21:00.000-06:00

Be very afraid, people.

I read an article in the New York Times yesterday. It scared the living crap out of me.

Richardson to Travel to North Korea

According to the article, New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson is going to North Korea. Why? To talk about the dismantling of North Korea's nuclear weapons program.

Problem 1 - Most accounts of Kim Jong Ill paint him out to be somewhat of a hothead.

Problem 2 - Richardson is a moron.

I don't know if I'll have any posts over the next few weeks.

I think I'm going to be curled under my bed crying like a little girl and involuntarily wetting my pants.

Good luck with the fallout, folks. I think this may be a great time to make your peace with the Big Fellah.
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In other news, Luke and I had a rather interesting time last night. I would advise you to read about it here.
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Daily Ditty:
U2 - Love and Peace or Else

quare ego sum non deaf (pt. 2)

2005-10-10T16:41:00.000-06:00

So, I promised to finish this post. That I will.

Because of the surgery, my dad was always very cautious of the volume of anything we listened to. When I got my first Walkman one Christmas, my dad wouldn't let me touch it until he gave me a rather tedious lecture about making sure that I wasn't listening to music too loud. I promised that I wouldn't. That's promise I have kept.

The real problem is that it seemed for quite a while to be a defect. I never wanted people to know about the surgery. It reminded me that I should be deaf in my right ear. A thought that frightened me. A thought that I didn't want to consider.

Because I knew that without the surgery, I wouldn't be able to hear out of my right ear. This made my hearing incredibly precious to me. This is, in turn, made me very aware of how dependent we are on our senses. So, each flicker of light, each texture, each faint hum of an appliance, each morsil with vibrant flavor, each scent became something all the more enjoyable.

I have always held my hearing very dear. Naturally, music and sound have become something that I will never take for granted.

Luke and I operate the sound system for Campus Crusade for Christ on Thursday nights. I have been at that post over two years now. I have been paid many compliments for my ability to balance a sound system (although I have a bit of trouble with Equilizers). Everytime someone lets me know that they think I'm doing a good job behind that soundboard, I am reminded of this scar.

Without that surgery, I know that I wouldn't be half the soundman I am now.

Thanks Dad, for being so very concerned about my hearing.
Thanks Luke, for being such a bada** behind that board.

That's scar #2. I have many more to share if you guys want to see them...

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Daily Ditty:
Vast - Don't Take Your Love Away

quare ego sum non deaf

2005-10-09T22:14:00.000-06:00

I've got another scar to show off.

This is the one I'm fairly self-conscious about. You see, most people will never notice it. Yet, on the rare occasions that people have asked me about it, I generally get kind of freaked out.

For a while, this scar represented something of a weakness to me. So, while I've done nothing to hide it, I've never really wanted people to notice it.

This scar is behind my right ear.

As I've mentioned before, I had a surgery to correct a defect in my ear when I was five. My mother, grandmother, and I flew out to Los Angeles to have the 5 hour procedure done. It's one of the few things I remember from that age.

We stayed for a few nights at my uncle's house. I remember the small things, like playing possum on the floor and hearing my aunt and mom discuss the fact that they thought I was still asleep and would let me be. I don't remember the exact reason why I didn't want to get out of bed, but it seemed incredibly appropriate at the time. I remember my uncle's house as it was then. I remember it so well that I was a bit taken aback this summer when I took a trip out to Los Angeles to help out my grandparents. I went to visit my uncle and aunt and they have done quite a bit of remodelling in the past 15 years.

But, that's a rabbit trail. I remember going to the hospital the day before the surgery. My grandmother and I wandered through the gift shop. I saw this little white stuffed dog with a light blue shirt on it. I loved stuffed animals at the time and made it pretty obvious that I wanted that little dog.

The next day, they wheeled me into surgery. They put me to sleep and got to work. I woke up in the middle of the surgery, screaming for my mother. One of the men in the E.R. told me that I needed to be quiet and get back to sleep.

"If you go back to sleep right now, you can have all the ice cream you want when you wake up." He said. (For the record, he was a liar. I had one tiny cup of sherbet while I was in the hospital.) Naturally, I did everything I could to go back to sleep.

When I woke up, I had a cast wrapped around my head and my right ear. There were two stuffed animals at the end of my bed. One was a stuffed rabbit named Pepper and the other was the dog from the gift shop. My grandmother had bought it for me, such a thoughful woman. Both animals had identical casts wrapped around their heads. It was comforting, somehow.

Now, why would I view that as a weakness? This post has gone on too long. I'll continue this tomorrow...

P.S. - The X-prize expo was the bomb. Robert will be posting on it. You should check it out.
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Daily Ditty:
Jimmy Eat World - Night Drive

Too good to be true.

2005-10-05T17:11:00.000-06:00

Gator v. Python. Who will win?

Apparently, tussles between gators and pythons are far too common in the Florida Everglades. This, I think, might be the closest we'll ever get to something as cool as Godzilla v. Mothra.

According to the Associated Press, a 13-foot Burmese python recently burst after it apparently tried to swallow a live, six-foot alligator whole, authorities said.

Now, all the guys are thinking this is pretty cool. But apparently, this is not the first time it's happened.

The gory evidence of the latest gator-python encounter - the fourth documented in the past three years - was discovered and photographed last week by a helicopter pilot and wildlife researcher.

The snake was found with the gator's hindquarters protruding from its midsection. Mazzotti said the alligator may have clawed at the python's stomach as the snake tried to digest it.

And as a result, the python's belly was torn asunder. Claws are apparently nifty, but just not handy enough when you're desperately trying to claw your way out of a serpent's digestive track.

Over the years, many pythons have been abandoned in the Everglades by pet owners.

Gee, I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that these pythons are aggressive enough to attack alligators and powerful enough to SWALLOW THEM WHOLE!

Wasilewski said a 10- or 20-foot python also could pose a risk to an unwary human, especially a child.

Well, ya don't say!

Who'd have thought that these pythons might be able to hurt a human? I realize that I may come off like a jerk for saying this, but apparently, this kid didn't.

I wonder if the Steve Irwin will ever try to document one of this little contests. Let's just hope that he doesn't try to throw a child into the mix.

All jesting aside, I really want to see how this little scuffle went down.

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Daily Ditty:
The Killers - Jenny Was a Friend of Mine

scars = sexy

2005-10-03T21:43:00.000-06:00

I have been told on many occasions that scars are sexy. So, I thought I'd start showing them off.

This is a picture taken by Rob of a scar above my right eye.

Now, this one I will always blame on my brother. You see, the whole thing happened when he decided that he wanted to show off a bit.

It all happened when I was about 9. We were in Tuscon at the Arizona Inn. (Aside - If you have a chance to go to the Arizona Inn, I highly recommend it. That place is the bomb, trust me.)

So, we were swimming in the pool at this hotel, Jimmy, Robert, and I. Robert had been going through a phase in his life (which I'm convinced he hasn't grown out of yet) where he always had to be trying something new that was a bit dangerous.

Well, he pulls me over towards the edge of the pool. Now, I said "towards" not "at" the edge of the pool. I was a few feet from the wall. Robert proceeds to lightly push me down a bit, in an effort to position me for his next stunt. He told me to bend my knees a bit and put my head just like this and whatnot. Then, without telling me what he was going to do, he starts to get out of the pool.

Curious, I start watching him and totally forget that he's positioned me like that for a reason. I start to stand up and forget about how my head was supposed to be. Then, Robert turns (on the pool deck) and faces me. Now he's really got my attention.

He starts running, towards me. Uh oh. I'm scared.

Just before the edge, he takes a leap. This is not good.

Now, I'm a nine-year-old boy with no clue about what is supposed to be happening. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I freaked out.

As Robert was in the middle of his attempt to vault over me (this I learned about later), his knee collided with my eye. There was blood. I was nine. I was not exactly a happy camper.

Well, I was taken to the emergency room. The doctors told me that they were going to have to give me stitches. I put this one together with remarkable speed. Really.

Think about it:
needles + my eyeball = hell no!

I was not happy about this. I asked them to use anesthetic to knock me out. They said that they'd use a topical one. They did, however, seem to understand that this was not something I was happy about, because they ended up strapping me to that stupid bed. I still have a vivid memory of seeing that needle pass back and forth just in front of my eye. Not a fun experience.

Still, I want you guys to know that Robert's not a bad guy. He does, however, need to inform people of his plans before he decides to use them for a stunt.

Robert would not eat that night until I could eat with him. He felt too guilty. At the time, he didn't quite understand this principle of scars being sexy. Had he realized he was helping me to be a stud, I'm sure he wouldn't have felt so bad about the whole thing...

(More scar stories to come.)

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - Nothing I Do

not too far from the tree

2005-10-02T23:53:00.000-06:00

Everyone, meet my grandfather...

He's a great guy. He's made a huge impact on my hometown of El Paso. He had 7 children and LOTS of grandkids. He's awesome. He still practices law, despite the fact that he's darned near blind. He still plays golf. He was the youngest Major in the Pacific during WW II. This guy is awesome.

He's also a bit gassy.

He's the only man I know that can bribe his grandchild to not tell his wife that he farted. Seriously, there's no better way to a 10-year-old boy's heart than to fart and pay him.

Here's to you, old man. We love you lots...

(This picture, like many others that I've posted on my blog, has been stolen from my brother, who happens to be a better photographer than I could ever dream of being.)

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Daily Ditty:
David Crowder - Wholly Yours

welcome to crazy town

2005-09-28T07:26:00.000-06:00

So, I was sitting in my evolution class yesterday.

My friends and I were sitting in class, taking notes, and mocking the teacher. You have to understand that this class is ridiculously boring. But, I have to stay awake. So, I mock the teacher and generally have a good time with it.

Well, I'm doing what I do best, being sarcastic. I turn to my chums and start my next witty remark, when someone taps my knee.

It's a woman who is sitting in front of me. She makes sure that she has my attention, smile, and says "Hi" in the sweetest voice possible.

Now, I'm a bit taken aback. This is not something that normally happens to me. And then she starts mouthing words to me.

Rather venomously, she mouths "SHUT UP!"

Interesting. I had seen this girl laugh at my witty remarks about five minutes earlier.

And then she continues. It was, however, a bit less clear. I've narrowed it down to two possibilities. She most certainly said one of the following:

a) "I think you are a very clever man. I think I've fallen in love with you and would like to bear your children."

b) "If you don't pipe down, I'll slice out your larynx and joyfully watch as my dog eats it raw."

I would like to believe that the former is what she said. But I'll leave it for you to decide.

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - I Want to Be a Popstar

Shameless copying

2005-09-26T16:55:00.000-06:00

Well, I've just read Anaglyph's post on the smells present in his house. And I've thought a bit about it. And I'm stealing his idea.

I'm not such a big fan of smells. My nose is a bit sensitive and normally, most scents are too strong for me to handle and I get a headache.

I am a HUGE fan of sound though. (Of course, given his line of work, I'm sure that Anagylph is too.)

When I was five years old, I had to have an ear surgery. Now, the accounts differ a bit, but my mother tells me that the surgery was to rebuild the eardrum in my right ear.

After such a surgery, I am quite determined to keep my ears working properly as long as I can.

I've always enjoyed my hearing. I love music and I always will. I have been a sound technician with Campus Crusade for Christ for years now. But here's how it all breaks down in my apartment.

My roommate Luke and I seem to share quite a bit when it comes to our taste in music. But beyond that, we both love to see how we can use technology to create and enjoy music.

In our apartment, we have a piece of equipment that is very dear to my heart, the Apple Airport Express. Sure, it is a wireless router, but it does so much more. It allows any person on our network to stream music through iTunes to my surround sound system in the living room.

I also have a surround sound system in my bedroom. I'm a big fan of being enveloped in whatever I'm listening to.

So, this is just to inform you that I love music. Still, I think that my favorite sound in the world is my dad's voice. He's a big guy. He's about 3 or 4 inches taller than me. But there's something about that deep voice of his that just put me at ease. You guys really have no idea. You're just missing out if you haven't met my dad.

Well, Anaglyph, I salute you. Dad, much love to you, sir.

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Daily Ditty:
Relient K - Getting Into You

need a little help.

2005-09-25T21:40:00.000-06:00

Here's the deal.

Last time I posted about this girl, it had all been going so well. Over the past 2 weeks or so, I have left 4 messages on her cell phone. She has not called me back.

It's driving me crazy and I don't know what to do.

Granted, she plays volleyball. And since the night we went out, there have been 4 or 5 volleyball games. All of them have been out of town.

I understand that she is probably really busy. That's totally understandable. I just have no idea what to do from here.

So, I am once again asking for your help.

Would it seem that she's just avoiding me?

There's a volleyball game on Thursday and one on Saturday, should I go to one and try to talk to her there?

What the heck should I do?

(I'm sorry if this makes me sound like a clueless moron. But I really am a clueless moron. So, please, just help the village idiot out, alright?)

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Daily Ditty:
Anberlin - Naive Orleans

Story Time #2

2005-09-21T18:50:00.000-06:00

So, I've started sharing embarassing stories. I thought of another one. This is where I really start to open up. Here goes nothing.

One the weird scale, this is probably a 9 if not a 10 or 11.

I have some rather odd, uhm, noctural behaviors occasionally. It seems that when I'm particularly stressed out or just getting used to sleeping in a new place, I have a tendency to have some ridiculous dreams. There's nothing wrong with dreams. It's when I wake up and don't quite realize that the dream is over that the fun truly begins. It's kind of hard to explain.

I have had some dreams that seem all too real. Normally, the setting of such a dream is in my bed. So, eventually, I wake up from the dream, but because my waking surroundings are identical to my surroundings in the dream, I can't immediately notice that the dream is over. So, I continue where the dream left off.

To explain, I'll share about one such incident. This was a few nights after I moved into the apartment I'm currently living in.
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I dreamed that I was lying awake in my bed. I heard someone pick the lock to our door down the hall.

I suddenly had the distinct feeling that they had broken into my apartment to do some serious physical damage to yours-truly.

I lay there, terrified and motionless. I heard the footsteps in the hall get closer and closer to my door. The door hinge began to squeel.

(That's when I woke up. However, the dream was so real to me that I couldn't discern a difference once I had opened my eyes.)

I jumped out of bed. Really, you probably would be surprised to see someone wake up and get out of bed that quickly. It was pretty impressive.

Frantically, I searched for something, anything with which to defend myself. My roommates might note that I actually have quite a cache of weapons in my room. However, I wanted to keep as far from the door as possible and moving for those weapons at the time would require me to get far too close to the door.

So, I grabbed the only thing within my reach... my cellphone.

I tore it off the charger and held it firmly infront of me, shouting "STAND BACK!"

As my cellphone became unplugged from the wall, it lit up. It has a rather bright light. And for the first time since I had fallen asleep, my room was completely lit up.

It was at that instant that I realized what had happened. Now ashamed, I whispered to myself something about being a complete moron and went back to bed.

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So, there you have it. The Joe Fuel you have come to know and love is a total weirdo. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way...

Seriously though, what kind of damage could I do with a cell phone?

If anyone can relate to my unfortunate tendencies, please let me know. I feel totally alone in this.

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Daily Ditty:
Prodigy - Crazy Man

story time

2005-09-21T16:55:00.000-06:00

Well, we've had plenty of serious topics here lately. I have decided to write about something more light-hearted.

Anyway, I was biking to my microbiology class this morning and was reminded of a certain rather entertaining bike accident a few years ago.
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It was my freshman year (that's two years ago), about this time of year. I had forgotten to watch the clock as I went to lunch with some of my friends in the student union building. Once I finally looked at my watch, I realized that I was late for my trigonometry class. That wouldn't have bothered me except that the teacher was a REALLY sweet lady and the class was tiny. I didn't want her to feel like I just ditched.

My teacher, Mrs. Falk, was 4 feet, 7 inches tall. Every class, she would ask two of the four guys in the class to help her move platforms from her office down the hall into the classroom. She had to stand on these platforms to reach the top of the chalkboard. It was sad. It was also REALLY FUNNY to me. However, she was one of the most energetic teachers I have ever had and I really enjoyed the class.

So, back to the real story... I realized that I was late. But, I was still in a rather good mood. My friends and I had been having a good time joking around and throwing food at each other.

I walked out of the student union only to realize that it was raining. Awesome. I love the rain. I REALLY love biking in the rain. It's stupid and a great way to get into an accident, but I still really love it. There's just something about pedalling as hard as you can and having drops of water burst against your face that's just exhilerating. Bad idea number one.

I needed to get to class and I got a bit cocky. I decided that I would time myself. Bad idea number two.

I'm speeding down campus with all the fury of a teenage moron who doesn't yet understand his propensity for getting himself hurt.

Now, dear readers, understand that I'm the kind of guy who doesn't want anyone to have to go to any sort of trouble on his account. So, I am not only speeding down campus as fast as possible, but I'm weaving in between pedestrians and on and off the sidewalk.

There's a pack of girls who are moving rather slowly and I'm coming up behind them much too fast to politely ask them to move. So, thinking fast, I lean off the walkway and on to the grass on my right. Crisis averted.

Well, I pass this drove of females and lean to my left to get back on the pavement. Suddenly, my front tire jerks and I have lost control. I somehow fly over the front of the handle bars and hit the ground, my bike now behind me.

Momentum is quite a force, especially when it's the in the form of a bike you've rather sensationally dismounted and it's still attached to your leg. The bike slides into my side rather hard, but still has plenty of energy left in it. So, defying gravity, it begins to "jump" over my torso.

Without thinking (something I should have been doing when I was still on the bike), I reach forward and grab the bike as it sails over me.

What I would like to say is that I somehow used the bike's transferred inertia to miraculously be pulled back onto the bike and perpendicular to the ground. Thus, pedalling again and continuing along my merry way to class.

That didn't happen. I tossed the bike to my left side and carefully removed my leg from the middle of the bike's frame. My head is now resting on my backpack (thank God for that, because you should be able to guess by now that I wasn't wearing a helmet). So, I decided to relax for a moment and catch my breath.

As I'm laying there, the pack of wenches stifles their laughter long enough to walk to feet past me. A number of other people do the same, including three of my coworkers. No one, not a single kind soul decides to stop and help me. I stand up and hop back on my bike.

I decide to coast the rest of the way to class, since it's all downhill anyway.

I finally get to class, twenty-five minutes late. I silently sit down in my desk and smile to my rather confused teacher.

The adrenaline is now kicking in and my hands are quivering. No, shaking. Rather violently. My palms are cut and bleeding, along with the inside of my right arm.

The teacher's assistant walks to my desk and kindly informs me that I'm bleeding all over my desk. She thinks that I should go clean the cuts and then clean the desk.

Thanks. I'm glad there are some people who are willing to help a poor moron when blood's gushing out of his appendages.

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Daily Ditty:
Kasabian - Butcher Blues

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2005-09-20T17:55:00.000-06:00

I'm sitting at work, staring at draft of a post that I have. It includes my email to my boss and her response to it, as well as some of my commentary. I'm not sure that I want to post it. I'm so very bitter about the whole ordeal.

My boss is not a bad person. Despite all the crap that's going on, I don't believe her to be spiteful or rude or inconsiderate at all. The people I work with are good people, for the most part.

I've been working here for about two years. I've given a lot of time and energy to this place. I have worked harder than 95% of my coworkers. I don't really want to leave.

Still, no one has even tried to prove to me that they didn't pull the wool over my eyes. I can't get a straight answer out of anyone, unless of course, I happen to ask that wonderful question, "Can I help you with anything?"

It's a question I ask on a pretty regular basis. I have done tasks that no one else even cared to consider. I have done my fair share of toiling around here.

Still, despite the fact that I don't believe that I've been treated as I deserve, I don't feel that anyone needs to be defamed.

Is it so much to ask that I want to be told the truth? Is it simply a fantasy that things would even slightly go as promised?

I kind of like this job. That's why I've been here for two years. But still, I need money. I certainly need more money than working 13 hours a week at just above minimum wage can give me.

I think it's time to move on...

And I think what I'm trying to say is that I won't post the email. Sorry guys. But I can't do it with a clear conscience.

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Daily Ditty:
Citizen Cope - Hurricane Waters

New look, new Joe

2005-09-18T17:23:00.000-06:00

I have realized that lately I have done a number of things that are out of my character. Part of the reason for that is the fact that I have a few insecurities that must be dealt with. So, I am actively doing something about it.

By something, I mean:

1. Asking a girl who I don't know out to dinner.
2. Writing an email to my boss that could very well get me fired. (More on that later)
3. Initiating conversations with people I would otherwise NEVER talk to.
4. Ignoring the everyday worries that stem from my insecurities and doing really stupid things anyway.

As for number two, I had been promised to be moved to a new position at work if I would continue working for my current employers. On Friday, we had a meeting. They listed the people who would be moved to the new position that was promised to me. My name was not included.

Naturally, I was rather...uhm...frustrated. I tried to blow it off and compose myself. I received a number of other emails that only left me more angry. I waited and slept on it.

After having left it for about 12 hours, I realized that the situation was not getting any better and decided to let my boss know about how I felt. I'm currently debating whether I want to post the email. Although, I will tell you, friends, that I feel justified in what I wrote.

I should know by tomorrow if I still have a job or not. I'll be sure to let you guys know.

Until then, I'm going to listen to some music, study for an Arabic test, and enjoy the time I've got.

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Daily Ditty:
Citizen Cope - Son's Gonna Rise

just a quick quote

2005-09-13T18:38:00.000-06:00

So, I'm sitting in my Experimental Statistics class today (did I mention that this class is useless and stupid?) and my professor is just lecturing, no big deal.

Suddenly, she pauses and stands in front of the class, obviously focused on something.

She says, "Oh no, I thought the voices were coming back."

She now has everyone's attention. One person starts laughing. Two. Eight. Twenty. The entire class eventually starts breaking out in laughter.

Class was dismissed shortly thereafter...

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Daily Ditty:
Death Cab for Cutie - Soul Meets Body

lamb, chicken, and rice

2005-09-13T00:33:00.000-06:00

I just got back from a late-night workout session and thought I would leave this until the morning. But, I'm fairly excited, so I'll write this now. Plus, I promised to keep you (my friends) informed:
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She and I went out this evening. I took her to a Greek and Arabic food place that I enjoy. She said she had never eaten anything like this before.

Perfect, I thought. If she's willing to try new foods, she's already panning out to be a wonderful woman.

So, the conversation is a bit awkward. But, that's pretty much what I expected, given that we were just meeting each other. Yet, we enjoyed our meal and talked for a while. There were quite a few things said. It was nice.

She told me that her friends had said she was too trusting of me. (I personally would tend to agree.) And she confided in me that they had set up an escape plan of sorts for her in case I started freaking her out.

1. She never reached for her cell phone. (Good sign)
2. She seemingly felt comfortable enough with me to reveal her escape plan. (I'll take that as a good sign.)

I took care of the check and began to walk her to her car.

She says, "Joe, thanks. I had a great time and would love it if you would call me again."

3. Score! (I may not be the best at understanding the fairer sex, but I'm darned sure that's a good thing to hear.)

"Sure, I'd be more that happy to give you a call."

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Well, I'm tired and worn. But I sure am happy.

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Daily Ditty:
Jamie Cullum - Twentysomething

I did it

2005-09-10T16:57:00.000-06:00

Well folks, I've tracked her down. There was a volleyball game in El Paso today, so I followed Anne's advice and went for it.

While I can't remember exactly what I said, due to the fact that I haven't been that nervous in a long time, I know that I asked her if I could take her out to dinner.

SHE SAID YES!

And then, she gave me her number.

Thank you all for your help. It's greatly appreciated. By the way, I'm back to the short hair now. I gave up on the long hair business.

I'll keep you posted on any other events with this gorgeous woman.

::starts dancing in a manner that should be illegal::

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Daily Ditty:
Snow Patrol - Grazed Knees

here's to hoping

2005-09-09T09:29:00.000-06:00

Well, I think I've got it figured out. I'm not going to tell you guys yet, I'm afraid that might jinx it.

In other news, it came to my attention yesterday that I have to separate employers who want me to work for them. They both offer a raise, an office, and hours of my choice. This is incredible. People want me! I feel so loved!

One of these employers is my boss, she's opening up a new position that she'd like me to work in. So, I'm supposed to talk to her about it today. It's a good day.

I'm not sure I have anything extremely humorous to post, I've got two things on my mind now - a new job and a pretty girl. Here's to hoping for a wonderful tomorrow.

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Daily Ditty:
Jack Johnson - Do You Remember?

again with the girl pishposh

2005-09-07T14:46:00.000-06:00

I write this not really for attention or commentary, but I have let you guys in on this, so I may as well keep you updated.
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I saw her today. She passed by my table while I was talking to a friend, about her none-the-less. The timing was horrible and perfect. But, she passed by so quickly that I barely recognized her. Still, it would be odd to just chase her down in the middle of the student union and pour our my heart while her friend just stood there and stared at me. It was about the time all those thoughts rushed through my head that I began to get nauseous.

Who do I think that I am? Why would this girl EVER agree to talk to me?

You see, I am definitely insecure. That's why I don't want to wait until the end of the month. God knows that these insecurities will just convince me to back off in that amount of time. I have to ask. I have to do it soon. I just need to figure out when and where.

THIS is why I don't want to go for just any girl. If I'm going to be thinking about anything this much, I had better make sure that the subject of my thoughts it worthwhile.

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Daily Ditty:
John Reuben - 5 years to write

nap time

2005-09-06T16:36:00.000-06:00

So, I'm stuck. There's this girl who I've only seen once. I know her name. I know that she is fascinating and gorgeous.

But the problem is that I can't get her out of my head. Like I said, I'm stuck.

As far as I can tell, the next time I would end up seeing her is at the end of the month. That's just too much time. I can easily overthink everything about five times over. Normally, I would dismiss her into the realm of "unattainables." Yet, I can't do that this time. Everything in my psyche screams that I must at least try to win her attention/affection.

But, what I am supposed to do? Sit here until the next time I'm positive that I can see her? Pray that fate will bring her into my path? Neither of these am I content with, because I have courage now but I might not in a month. I don't seem to have a choice though.

If anyone has any advice, you have to let me know. Until then, I'm going to collapse on my bed...

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Daily Ditty:
Vast - Lost

So many emotions, so little time.

2005-09-02T08:10:00.000-06:00

I know I haven't posted in a while. That's because this week has been kind of hectic. I'll give you a short description of what's happened.
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1. I finally worked up the testicular fortitude to talk to the cute girl in my Arabic class. I probably shouldn't have. She said she wants to be an "Egyptologist." I think she's making up that career, but you can bet you a** that I didn't tell her that.

2. My boss confirmed that I'm being moved to a new position in the computer labs. It comes with more pay. And my own desk (at least, that's the way they've made it sound). And I choose my own hours. This is going to be swell.

3. My roommate (Larry) and I are going to be filming a wedding on Sunday. It's going to be a lot of work. But they're paying us a lot of money. So, I'm cool with that. Rob's going to be the photographer at the wedding. And he's responsible for getting me such a sweet gig. Aimee's responsible too. But if anything goes wrong, I'm blaming them (mainly because I hate having to take the blame myself).

4. I got back from a quick workout session at the gym yesterday. I took my fabulous iPod out of my pocket. I wept. Why? Because I managed to break the screen. There will be morning, I assure you. It's even more lugubrious because I found out today that Anaglyph has a CD out on iTunes. That's the second one I've broken. Apple should hire me to do their durability testing.

5. If you have to wake up early on a Friday morning, to go to a job you are verily tired of, nothing seems very beautiful. My alarm went off this morning. I woke up and looked out my window. The sun was rising. It is a cloudly morning here. So, it would have been gorgeous, if I hadn't had to wake up so darned early to see it.

6. Despite waking up early and crushing my iPod, I'm still pretty peachy today. I guess that's what long conversations with good friends will do.

7. A friend of mine (Vance Carifeno) pointed something out last night. You can take just about any word, add an "ed" on the end, and it's a synonym for getting drunk. Sloshed. Toasted. Glassed. McGuyvered. See what I'm saying?

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Daily Ditty:
Perpetual Ocean - Limes