Oddly enough, I've only ever been tagged by a search engine once. And somehow it was Anazia that was the cause of this. Maybe someone is looking for him? Nah, we couldn't be that lucky. And it would appear that I need more flagrant references to sex and porn to show up on the search engines. Ah well... I guess I'll just keep being unpopular.
(Girls! Girls! Girls! Live sex feeds now.... Free porn!)
Sorry, couldn't help myself... I guess I have at least a little sell-out in me.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: People Lazier than I
Give me quotes and links that I might enjoy and be inspired. At this point I'm almost willing to link to crappy flash animations. And that would be sad.
You know it's gotta be the middle of the semester when you're up at 3 am, and instead of having an axe to grind you're just depressed. Ode to life, fickle and whimsical like she always is, playing the emotions off until you're so drained that all ya got left is a bit of sorrow and not enough energy to do anything about it.
Things that I should care about:
1) Admin told Brenton to take down his Confederate flag
2) A Nazi flag still flies on 41 (double standards?)
3) People getting suspended for screwing with locks in the John
4) Students getting "punished" with Honors housing for this
But the sad truth of the matter is that this week has been just a long and drawn-out one. And it's winter in East Texas and I'm sick...
But I'm on the mend and my muse is sitting off somewhere with a cattle-prod, "Work boy work! You've been wasting away with those talents for too long. I'm going to be the laughingstock of all of the muses if I can't even get some half-assed prose out of your worthless pus-filled head."
So maybe some good will come yet... or at least I'll get a good bit of rust out of the gears by using the old grey matter to write an article for the Yellow Jacket and an abstract for historiography.
Here's some good PR for good ol' LU. Working on getting more details... I've been sick in my room all day.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: East Texas Winter and Blogger
When I walk outside one day and it's 60 degrees and sunny and the next day it's 33 and raining, I know that I hate the weather. When you can't bet on whether or not you're going to get nasty cold rain outside or a chilly windy day or warm and sunny, it's gotta be winter in East Texas. I would take 2 feet of snow on the ground over this crap. At least it's reliable and it isn't rain. Hell, I'd take just about ANY weather over this cold rain that we keep getting.
And yes, I'm going to kill the fools at Pyra labs if I try to log on to update one more time and the windows won't load or things error out.
Still sick... and praying that I get well before I set myself too far behind this week. This morning I woke up and was so cold that I had to go put socks on. Turns out I had a 102 fever... which really sucks. Maybe the nurse will have some drugs for me...
And here's someone who's making put forth effort. I'm not sure which category to put Cowboy in. Maybe I should make a category for Bandits, because they seem to be the hardest to classify. Tom was whining the other day about how he's not really happy or angsty. He would be angsty if he was still here, but he got out... so I guess I'm gonna have to do something about that.
Dammnit Cowboy, you're making me do work!
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon:The Plague (again) and Mother Nature
I'm sicker than I was the other day and it still sucks. I'm even up at 7:30 am and there's no way I'm going to class.
As for Mother Nature, I was looking forward to a little bit of snow and maybe a couple of cancelled classes, but instead the snow went to the north and all we got was some freezing rain and then just cold rain. I hate winters in Texas already... couldn't we just have a snow day... just once? Is that really too much to ask? But I'm skipping class anyways because I'm sick, so what do I care?
The Cynic Will Bestow Blessing Upon: The Makers of Nyquil
God bless them!
I'm glad that I got the issue of the obnoxious commentor "concerned" straightened out. For a while I was worried that I might actually have happy people reading my Blog. Not that I mind additional readers or want to restrict who reads this, but think about it... will this blog do anything other than warp the minds of the ignorant and cause them to despair? It seems that whenever I try to disabuse someone of their happy preconceived notions it only serves to upset them and make them more wary of talking to me. I can't imagine that my writing is any different, except that it tends to be a little less logical and a little more ranting. I guess maybe I should do something about that so that the ignorant may come and despair that I will wrench away the last vestiges of your optimistic utopia. If there's nothing worse than ignorance, it's optimistic ignorance.
On that note, I'm fishing for links online to amuse me. It's Monday, so go hit up Strong Bad email... and send some stuff for me to go look at. I actually have free time this week due to a dropped class and a general lack of tests, so I might actually get to enjoy myself for once.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: The LeTourneau Plague
I am sick and it sucks... 'nuff said on that wonderful topic!
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: People Who Can't Debate Intelligently
Welcome to LeTourneau, home of technical majors from all over the world and some of the worst forensics I've ever seen. Yes, forensics... go look it up. Few LUsers could argue their way out of a cardboard box... and we're talking a drunk box here.
Go look at the forums and read the discussions that go on on some of the different blogs. War vs. pacifism and Confederacy vs. the Union. People let themselves be walked over by the only person present with debating skills. And usually that person is hardly even trying.
How is it that for all of our mathematical prowess and practical skills we can't even engage in an intelligent debate? Because nobody bothers to learn it or teach it. Think about it, do you even know what a logical fallacy is? Or is it just another one of those pointless exercises accompanying a video in one of Dr. Batts' classes?
Seriously, do you know how to construct a logical argument or how to avoid wrenching a statement out of context or avoid abusing statistics (flagrantly)? You're writing papers for college and you can't even support your own thesis? How did you get this far? The lack of debating skill on this campus scares me more than a little, because it belies a deeper issue of a lack of solid logic. And without that, how are we going to even begin to debate the relevance of Jesus with the world around us? We can't... we're just going to get shot down until we learn.
So go pick up a book on rhetoric and forensics... it'll do you a lot of good and you might even manage to pass the English Proficiency Exam with your newfound writtingck skelzz. And then maybe I won't have to listen to you sound like an idiot whenever you try and argue with me... or maybe you'll even become informed enough to where you'll agree with me. Nah... this is LeTourneau, what am I thinking?
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: Happy People
You know the type that I'm talking about. It's not that they're just pleasant to be around, it's that they're intolerably happy all of the time. Whenever you see them, they have to say something nice... it's like a burning need within them. If you try and walk around looking depressed, they'll come harass you with some form of cheeriness or another. Being kind is okay, being so happy that it is an annoyance is not.
A good example: the other evening I was talking with one of my friends after my Tuesday night class. I was telling him about how I enjoyed my Chauvinist Satire and how it amused me to no end that people couldn't figure out whether or not I actually believed it. This line of thought upset him visibly, as he couldn't understand how anyone could want to think thoughts that weren't contagiously
My only take on this matter is that ignorance must be bliss, but only in a dangerous sort of way. You run the risk that any enlightenment at all will shatter your little world and drive you to the brink of insanity. Personally... I'd rather just roll with the punches and avoid being so bubbly that I draw the ire and disdain of my fellow man.
And by the way... the next person that says good morning to me is going to die! This means you Didlake and Taylor!
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: Profs Who Test and Don't Teach
Here we go again... another lovely block of tests for the student body. The same thing as every semester: there's a nice two-week block every month or so where EVERYONE wants to give a test. At least this year I don't have 4 or 5 professors that want to give tests on the same day. Instead I had two Hummel tests last week (wouldn't have been too bad if I hadn't lummoxed things on my own) and then a happy lineup of I&M on Tuesday, Eng. Graphics on Wednesday, Computer Architecture on Thursday, and Circuits 2 on Friday. Sounds like fun to you? Me too...
The best part about taking 18 hours is that you're sure to have at least one professor that doesn't teach much of anything that you're tested over. I&M is a joke and a waste of my time, and anyone who's had Dr. Anazia knows exactly how much I'm getting out of those lectures. As if it wasn't bad enough that he wastes my time every week, the test covered stuff that I'd never seen in a lecture and had a hard time finding at all in the book. Our special blue book of death where if you don't need it, you'll have 3 or 4 pages devoted to solving the equations related to it and if you need to know it, there will be vague references with no equations at all. And while we're on the subject of Anazia (who I pray won't be coming back, as per the rumors) let's not forget the fact that the man is prone to errors in his grading and making of tests. And that wouldn't be so bad, we're all human and I CERTAINLY don't make 100's or even A's on every test... but he won't ever admit he's wrong. We spent 5 minutes in a lab arguing with him that a piece of equipment was broken and that we couldn't get the results he wanted with it... but the man wouldn't budge. He kept trying to explain how to use the piece of equipment, arrogantly assuming that we were just morons and hadn't read... of course, the equipment that he'd tested could never have broken. If you really want to test reading, that's fine. I just want some written expectations and a bit of review in class as to what's going to be tested over. Is it honestly that hard to just communicate with your students, dammit? We're paying for this nonsense.
Anyways... back on track. The fact of the matter is that if you're going to test something, you need to at least pretend to teach it. If you're going to make us show up for this shit, remember... we're paying your salary, and we're paying you to teach us. It does me absolutely no good to sit in a class and learn nothing and be tested over stuff that I wasn't taught. NO GOOD AT ALL!!!! This means you, Dr. King and your Computer Architecture test that's over the reading and over almost none of the 3 hours a week for the past month that you've been wasting my time at 8 AM in the morning. Am I paying $12k a year for this? You've got to be kidding me.
And if they bring Anazia back... there's going to be HELL to pay somewhere!
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: IP Communications, LeTourneau IT, and the LU Board
The internet at LU sucks. This is relatively old news, as the internet at LU has sucked for time immemorial. You hear about the cutting edge? We're at the ass end of the knife... we don't even end up on the blade most days. Our technology around here is so behind every other university it's attrocious, especially when you realize we're supposed to be a technically-oriented school. When we don't even measure up to other Christian Liberal Arts schools, you know we have issues. And that was before IP up and screwed us over.
For those of you who are technically literate, we had two ISP's, IP Communications and KMC Digital. IP was providing us 2 T-1's and KMC had our other 1. They were being routed together with some load balancing so that essentially all were being used and everyone got optimal (for LU) speed. And then at the beginning of February IP informed us that they were going belly-up and were stopping service to Texas. What this means essentially is that we're working at 1/3 power as of today and will continue to be doing so until the end of the week. And it blows.
It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that LU really shouldn't be using these cut-rate ISP's that we keep turning to. And IT should really just go tell the board that we need a real internet connection like a T3 for the size and technical nature of the student body. But instead, we listen to the old-ass board members tell us that we should be grateful that we have a T-1 at all and IT tells us to shut up when they shut off our ports because we use the wrong first name according to their information. If our IT was a real ISP, we would ditch them, tell them to go to hell, and get a real ISP. Instead, we pay for this shit and HAVE to use their service because using a dial-up is forbidden, as is getting any other form of ISP. So, if you're a full-time student at LU and you don't have the option of moving off-campus, you're forced to take the shitty internet connection along with all of the other crap on campus like the mandatory 20-meal plan if you don't live in the apartments. Is LU all about giving us the shaft? You'd better believe it. And to top it off, they censor the damned student newspaper. I love LeTourneau... and I'd love it more if the Board all resigned and got competent replacements, if Bud left, and if IT started caring about more than their own power trips. Good luck there...
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: Whoever Decided that We Shouldn't Get President's Day Off
MLK Jr. Day but not Presidents' Day? WTF? How PC-minded are we?
Imagine my horror as I sat at my desk and I glanced up and 3 women walked into my room... 3 of the 4 women who excoriated me the other day for my satire on the news media. So my hackles were up and I was looking for a knife. Well, not really... Shem had done me the service of giving a heads-up and so I had a chance to relocate all of the weapons in the room to where I was. But they came in with roses instead of weapons and offered peace... that doesn't happen in here very often. Suffice to say I was taken aback a little... but they came in peace and they left in peace and now we appear to be on good terms. Does this mean that my Chauvinistic Rhetoric will dull? Of course not. But I will be more careful to denote when I'm being offensive and when I'm not. In short,
expect more flagrant satire and blatant insults.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: People Who Don't Understand Satire
I've made my apologies and said my peace and there are still people who don't get it. Makes no sense to me... someone make them read a copy of A Modest Proposal. Swift advocates eating babies to solve starvation. Now if that doesn't tell you the nature of the beast, I don't know what does. But apparently, LUsers don't learn this sort of stuff, and so I get nonsensical ad hominem attacks and hateful vitriol directed my way as a result. Get back to me when I actually say something worth hating me for.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: People Who Can't Take Jokes
For those of you familiar with the LU Forums, you will note that there is a restricted HNRS2111: Contemporary Political Issues forum. In there, those of us in that particular class discuss a given political issue, changing by week, in conjection with the class and the book. Issues are usually good for discussion: ranging from direct democracy vs. republic to gun control to economic idealogy. It's a lot of fun for those who like politics and the forum has been of particular amusement to me.
I am a lover of satire in addition to being a cynic and have been known to employ it from time to time. At the beginning of the class, a couple of friends and I took up the idea that an armed coup could take over the US and make conditions so bad that a reform would return to a Constitutional government, ridden of the demons of apathy. The plan gets rather in-depth and in subsequent weeks it was expanded to include the topics we covered such as what to do with gun control and the specific working of the government's economy. The satire got old and worn-out, and so this week I saw the oppurtunity to develop a new parody. It went something like this:
"Being as that the Shadow Council more or less runs itself these days, I have decided that I will be pursuing other things in addition, so that I don't get slow or dull on my rhetoric.
The idea of returning to the halcyon days of yore when men ruled the land as they should and women held their tongues has always appealed to me. Recently, I have begun to explore the feasibility of making such a change and it occurred to me that even should I control the government in an autocracy, I would need something more. Just because women are relegated to their proper state as second-class citizens doesn't mean that they won't continue to stir up dissension and create problems for my regime.
And then, as is with all problems, the solution came to me. The control of all forms of media would be my tool. Primarily, the constant barrage of the news media and entertainment would reinforce my message of truth. Feminist literature and the like would be banned and burned. As a cautionary measure, women would be forbidden to read, but this would take some time to implement. In the meanwhile the state-run media would pervade all of life. I honestly don't think it would take much to return peoples' minds to the proper frame of reference with the use of that media...."
And then things got a little nuts. One person in particular took things so badly that she dragged her entire floor into it. And there was much talk of lynching me and the mob was very angsty. And so now, it would appear that my satire is going to get me in trouble... oh joy. When you read satire, or something that appears to be satire... check with the author before you kill him. Next time I'm just making a modest proposal...
I've also got it in for the admissions Nazis. It could just be that word is getting out that I'm a cynic or that my last previewer was a loser, but The Cynic gets NO previewers... even after I requested one especially for this weekend. And Gecko and Anderson have two. Not that I care a whole lot, but it's just the principle of the matter. Kinda like there's a guy from Cincinnati who's going to be staying down the hall. Why isn't he with me? I don't know.
On a completely unrelated note: anyone go to Suzie and Rod's brainwashing session in the John Lobby? And if so, leave a note and tell me about it... assuming that they haven't taken your soul and forbidden the giving of such a report.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: Whomever decided that this was test week
It would seem that in modern academia, there are weeks that have been designated "test week." You know how it is, you're floating along fine, no tests for a couple of weeks, nothing is due, and life is feeling good. (No Becky and Ricky, not talking to you... talking to those of us with 18 hours or less... }:->) And all of a sudden.... WHAM! and within a matter of hours you realize that you have 5 tests next week within the span of 36 hours. If you're lucky, you might get 72 hours to have them all in.
We hate those weeks... and this is one of them.
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: Makers of Alarm Clocks
You know the fool things quite well... most of us awaken to their shrill cry at the dawn of every day. They keep us on a cruel schedule and ennable the completion of our sleep-deprived lives. Without them, we would never commit such attrocities against our sleeping habits. I mean, who really wakes up after 5 hours of sleep on their own.
And then the double curse of the malfunctioning alarm clock. This morning I wasn't awakened for my I&M Lab because the thing just didn't go off. I'm thinking it might be getting old and defective, so we're going to do the whole redundant alarm tomorrow... but still. What do you do when the things go wrong? If it wasn't bad enough that you had to be awakened from your sleep to deal with life, now you have to mistrust the thing and set multiple alarms so as to not miss that which you've been forced to deal with. Damn, I hate alarm clocks... and the 8:00 classes they awaken me for. Spartus, your company made mine... and when I go postal against the makers of the alarms, you're going down first.
Commenting has been offline almost all evening and it's been a pain in the ass to read anyone's blog. Some nights it's Haloscan. I have a personal gripe because I use Enetation and I can't hear you all griping and complaining if it's down. And no, just because I don't pay for it doesn't remove my right to gripe about it. You provide a service, it's supposed to work. If you don't want to catch hell about it, don't provide it. If you need more server capacity, get more or limit customers like Haloscan.
It's getting to the point that as soon as I get a job (the sooner the better) I'm going to get my own server space. That way I don't have to deal with blogger's crap and I can run my own commenting. And then it will only go down when my server goes down. And when that happens I can bitch and get results, because I'm paying money. Not that that should make any difference, but it does... and even moreso that I can take my money elsewhere if I'm not happy. And maybe I can even get some pictures to work right.... unlike with freaking Blogger. It's just not worth paying the money to get hosted using Blogger's POS servers and not getting the service you would with a real server.
It's a damned shame that I don't have a net-side connection or I could just set up and run my own server. Come to think of it... I could even host other people's crap with that so none of us LUsers would have to suffer through Blogger and the commenting monkeys. Food for thought over the summer...
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: People Who Whine
I keep hearing all of this garbage about, "change your template, it's too wide" and people whining about not getting linked and that sort of crap. My page, my ideas, my monitor. Moral of the story, I don't care. Well... maybe I do. At least enough to get you all to shut up. Because, damnit, it's annoying me.
So I came over to Quad 3 and updated the width on Barry's computer with a crappier video settings and a smaller monitor. So now if you can't read it, your computer just sucks. And I don't have the time, money, or patience to help you any further than this. So I guess I'm really going to be doing something like...
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: People Who Make Me Put Forth Effort
The Cynic Will Exact Vengeance Upon: High School Freshman Females
All throughout my primary and secondary education I would comment to varied and sundry individuals something to the effect of the following, "I hate stupid people... I wish they would all just die.""
Of course, these remarks were usually uttered with a mix of profanity (varying by what age you caught me at) and a great vehemence. If you knew me well, you knew that I probably wouldn't be the trigger-man. but you never really knew with that 100% certainty. And as life goes on that percentage of certainty that I have that tomorrow won't be that day keeps going down. I mean, just how long can I take the steady barrage of morons questioning my intelligence and challenging my every response? Sooner or later I'm going to have to vent... and God help us all if you actually do something more than questioning. I have great faith that if any of the winners of the Stellas were to have been sueing me or were introduced to me, it would be all that I could do to shoot them as opposed to beating them bloody with a Louisville Slugger first.
Have I been dealing with too many morons lately? You'd better believe it. And a lot of them keep running into me online. Here's a snippet of conversation that I wasted precious seconds of my life contributing to:
(names have been changed to prevent said idiots from teaming up with the sadists among you)
idiotgirl: Jonny (my little brother) said you could help me with my Latin
Vengeful Cynic: really?
idiotgirl: yeah... he said you took Latin and you're a college student in Texas
Vengeful Cynic: yeah...and?
idiotgirl: is that school you go to in Dallas?
VC: no, we wish it was in a city... but it's just in Longview
idiotgirl: but Longview is in California...
VC: that would be Long Beach
idiotgirl: oh... I have a friend that lives in Long Beach... her name is Nicky... do you know her?
VC: Why am I talking to you again?
idiotgirl: because your brother told me that you could help me with my Latin
VC: right... tell him I charge money to do his pimping for him
As you can tell... the Vengeful Cynic does not appreciate random conversations with semi-sentient females. That may sound redundant, but freshman girls in high school are 20x worse than the average wench. So no more harassment by high school freshman chicks. And if you give out my contact info to said chicks... well let's just say I'm going to send you to that special place in hell that they've got reserved for you.
Funny how the morning always puts a better perspective on life and makes being obnoxious sound like a better solution than being depressed.
Things likely to cause me to go postal by the end of the year:
1) LU Admin
2) Idiotic Professors
3) Professors who don't speak English
4) Students who can't think
...more to come as I think of them.
And thus, this week the ire of the cynic burns. Who shall it burn against? I guess we'll all have to wait and see.
"Every word you never said echoes down your empty hallway.
Everything that was your world just came down." - Matchbox Twenty
Funny how the wonderful lives of others can put yours in quite a contrast... God save us all from crappy years, because I think I'm in the middle of one. Or maybe two, let me get back to you on that one.
It's times like these that I wish LU didn't have rules against alcohol and that God didn't command against drunkenness. Because damn, a drink would do a world of good right about now.
It's officially Saturday and I have my quote of the week up. Stop by and get your MD sooner or later C-4, before I sell it.
The layout appears to be working... leave comments one way or the other. And if it's not configured for your display... deal. I like it to look good on mine more than I care about yours.
And finally, it would appear that my Chauvinist rhetoric is back in full swing. After all, it's now been confirmed that you can't read womens' minds... and you definitely can't tell what's on their minds simply by listening to what they're saying. So in short, either women aren't thinking when they're talking or it's just an elaborate conspiracy to talk without relaying anything important. Either way, it would appear that listening to women talking is an exercise in futility... at least that's what I'm gathering.
And before I go to bed... here's my newest sign that all is not right in the world, c/o the BBC.
And on a side note... if you haven't watched Cowboy Bebop... do so. Even if you don't like Anime, it's worth watching. And if you can't find it, can't afford it, and are too lazy/poor to rent it, bother me enough and I might bother to lend you a copy.
I love how out of one mouth (Dr. Carl) the University encourages community and praises floor unity, out of another it despises floor unity (Matlock-Hoetzle) and in actual practice they enact policies which cannot do anything to help student unity. Have you seen our "student center"? It's a beat-down basement of our administration building. I think it says something that our student center is buried and has administration sitting right above it. It certainly has good symbolic value to it. Interestingly enough, we actually have money allocated for the rennovation of MSC-1, but admin is throwing up roadblocks all over the place for the people supposed to be using that money. God bless LU, because without that we're so damned to failure it's not even funny. Asked under what condition he would come back, a certain professor no longer with us (names removed to protect the intelligent) said, "Drop Bud... I can't teach in a place where the administration has so little respect for the faculty." Interestingly enough, the Bible department knows whom they want to lead the department and have prayed about it, but they're awaiting Admin's decision. They won't come out and say it directly, but the Bible people are afraid that Admin is looking for a spineless individual whom they can brow-beat into submission.
Anyways, enough LU-bashing for the time-being. I am apparently known, among other things, as Midnight Destroyer and Respected Mastermind according to the Wu-Name Generator. Midnight Destroyer... mmm... I like that. And even more, I love how my former roommate is Shrieking Bastard. It's amusing to me... alright?! I gave you your rant for the day... go home happy.
On a side note, the new quote/thought of the week goes up Friday, so if you have any good ones, email me or just post a comment on here or one of the original posts to that effect. Winner still gets a dew, and I doubt that I'll be having to come up with my own this week. Which is good, because I hate work far more than I hate judging the relative lack of quality of yours.
Finally, new link to Bonner, who I hit ON the head with the Mace of Justice last week when I was playing "Whack-a-Mole" with the heads of the deserving. Sorry that this post isn't particularly angsty, insightful, or informative... but even genius has off days.
I forgot how much I missed having good discussions and debates with intelligent people. The Contemporary Political Issues class that I'm in has started a lot of good debates and I've been able to discuss a lot of politics (one of my favorite things) with a bunch of people. I'd also forgotten how much fun it is to win debates with people who can't argue and don't know what they're talking about. Ah well, maybe they'll get more well-versed and I'll get to remember the joy of a hard-fought debate. It's not likely with the number of programmers and engineers that I'm debating, but you never know...
I keep thinking that I'd like to get my own webspace so that I could do more developing my site, more programming, and maybe host a PHP board. If anyone knows of somewhere that I could get something like this hooked up for a reasonable price, email me or leave a note... on my newly updated Enetation with no more readability issues!
So stop bitching Shem.
Now chilling over in Q3 with Shem, Maria, and Stricker. For those of you math majors, note that we are well outside open dorms and Maria's pulling an all-nighter. And this is 2 consecutive all-nighters for the Cynic. Yes, I am miserable... and yet enjoying doing it at the same time.
You will note that security should have seen her... and they did. And hey didn't care. Shem even bothered to point out to security officer that she was in obvious violation of the open dorms policy and the officer just shrugged and wandered along. He didn't care... really didn't. And we sit up and BS and talk into the night, and vent all of this angst. Gotta love that.
I meant to go to bed... honest I did. But then I watched The Matrix, and some other movie with Burt Reynolds in it (Barry, what's it called?)... all of which was accentuated by an argument with an idiot down in Quad 3. I won't go in-depth into the specifics of the argument as these things tend to require both perspectives to not sound incredibly biased and one-sided. The gist of the debate is to whether or not the "good works" of non-Christians are in fact, good and if they are worthy of commendation. The REAL stumbling block in the argument came over the definition of good, whether by a Biblical perspective or by a common usage definition as well as the inisistence of my opponent in using NBA players as his examples. I'm sorry, but NBA players are good guys about as often as snow falls in Miami. I keep forgetting that half of the people at this school are idiots as it comes to debate and couldn't argue their way out of a cardboard box... note to self: don't argue with idiots (translated: most LU-ers).
Also, I've gotten my 5th or so offer this school-year to play chess and I'm thinking I may be past my addiction. Maybe I should sit down and play with Maria just to see... or maybe not. That's the last thing I need right now is to stop going to classes and stop sleeping to play more chess and read more chess books. Me and my intellectual addictions... why can't I just be a druggie or something? At least then the police try and keep those away from you.
Oh, and none of you managed to come up with a good quote of the week (or good enough) and so I'm going to have to come up with one myself... what kind of lazy bastards are you?
All you have to do is come up with a good quote for me to use. How hard is this?
This has been the unique weekend... the weekend that happens like once every 10 years. And I just happened to be in freaking East Texas when it happened. And where was I when the shuttle broke apart and the sonic boom could be heard all across Lonvgview? In bed. Do I have any pieces of said shuttle? No. Did I EVEN GO LOOKING?!? No. And a freaking shame that is. As illegal and probably dangerous as it is, I can't help but musing how cool it would be to have a part of the space shuttle. And how did I find out? My dad called me at 8 in the damned morning and then kept calling back every half hour in hopes that I'd heard something. At 10 the phone went off the hook.
And as if yesterday wasn't freaky enough, today the hot water wasn't working. That's right, someone/something managed to mess up the everfull, invincible Tyler East Boilers which have been providing all of the hot water anyone could want for as long as anyone can remember. Not even Lurch or Dr. Roden could recall a time when the Tyler East boilers weren't doing their thing... and that's a lot of freaking time. But NO... it had to be this morning that the boilers decided to act up, and so I trudged over to Tyler West and shower with the guys over there. And all because I got conned into going to church by someone who ended up not going this morning. Lesson to self: if you're going to do something, and it goes wrong, make sure that the scapegoat gets a good firm thrashing. And I expect that both my evil twin and the geeks at NASA who screwed up (or whomever it was that did) will get good firm thrashings.