Still a Soccer junkie

Juggled the ball 44 times this morning. My focus and ball control are improving. I wish I had known what I know now before I ever tried out for the team. I could have at least embarassed myself less.

I need a JOB!

Either meaning of the homonym would suit. His patience would help me wait and keep from doing something that could be rash - join the military - and a job would provide me money. Americorps and Teach For America look like interesting alternatives to real jobs too. An actual 9-to-5 would work too, but I need no less than $11/hour if the cost of living is equivalent to that of Dallas. I would need $11.92/hr to live in LA, $10.75/hr to live in Austin, $12.48/hr to live in the Bronx, $11.72/hr to live in Brooklyn, $16.51/hr to live in Manhattan, $12.31/hr to live in Queens, $11.51/hr to live in Staten Island, and only $9.39/hr to live in Norman, Oklahoma. Before I'd move there you'd have to pay me a lot more than that.

I am

A snake, a liar, male, medium height, black, african, athletic, determined, rebellious, underachieving, broke, naive, a college graduate, a potty mouth, a blogger, a bit of a nerd, contrarian, in trouble, a dreamer, hard to fathom, a little vindictive, dangerous, not imposing, a troublemaker, rash, bold, resilient, outgoing, a riddle, a Republican, lonely, an alien, disappointing, secretive, Nigerian, selfish, athletic, alive, obervant, under-employed, trouble, a stranger in my father's house, a reject, an outsider, a punk, angry, young, opportunistic, crusading, itching to travel, crazy, sarcastic, caustic, uncaring, intolerant, impatient, materialistic, Idaho.

What will I be when I grow up?

Definitely not a financial planner. I am actively looking for a job now. (Nothing like moving out at the end of the week for motivation) I could definitely teach but not right away. First I need to pay my fees at UTD so they can release my transcript. Then I need to either weasel out of taking the TASP (I didn't take it coming out of high school because I was a freak. Really, I swear that's what it has in my transcript instead of a TASP - a blank sheet of paper with my name and "FREAK" scrawled across it in red ink.) or take it. This will take at least a month. Until then I'll have to find other employment. DOH! Maybe Burger King is hiring...

A website by someone in even more hot water than me. He's getting 6,000 hits a day. Maybe if threatened to build nukes...

I am finishing a thought about Trent Lott that I began on December 12th. I can see that what I said bothered a few people. (Along with exactly 341 other things. I am working through the list.) I don't know if Trent Lott is a racist and I don't know if a few other southern Republicans are racists. I do know that the Klu Klux Klan votes Republican and David Duke (credibly reported to be a member of the Klu Klux Klan) nearly won the race for governor in Louisiana a few years back as a Republican. I don't want Klan members or any bigots in the party because it discredits the non-bigoted Republicans. I can't argue with Democrats and black people in particular about this issue because they can quickly shoot back: "but what about David Duke?; What about Klan members voting Republican?" Trent Lott got was forced out not because they believed he was a racist but because he was a liability. Racists in the party are liabilities.

You ever have a job interview that you knew was a mistake almost as soon as you walked in? I just did. I would have gotten up and left early but that would be rude. Everybody knows how wrong it is to be rude!

Last night I re-read every post I have made on this website, and in light of recent events I almost wish that I had been anonymous but I believe personally that anonyminity is a crutch. I am also not sure if I really should explain anything. Any explanation would be seen as an excuse and I don't believe in excuses.
The one thing that struck me is the number of spelling errors that pervade my writing. Also, I am struck by how many things I wrote that the Preacher could possibly see as objectionable. Every post seems engineered to inflame the church. It is worse than if I had used strong profanity because I chose subject matter sure to get a reaction from the Preacher time and time again. The Preacher even mentioned the post I made about Trent Lott.

Multiculturalism doesn't work! I am not surprised.

I am not in the business of excuses. I've never had any really good ones anyway. I didn't say that I don't give them. Just that, I didn't give very good ones. My pastor (from henceforth he will be "the Preacher", he's been that type of figure in my life that he deserves a one word name prefixed with a "the") pilloried me from the pulpit last night and promised to name names unless I apologized. As far as I know, unless somebody else has a website discussing the church's dirty secrets, the Preacher means to name mine. Certainly, the Preacher wouldn't name any of the people I mention since well not everybody knows and it is the Preacher's stated policy to not expose people unneccessarily. I am not sure it matters if the Preacher mentions my name. Who doesn't know? I don't know who, since I am not a part of the gossip mill anymore, (I made my last major contribution to gossip on September 2, 2002) but I operate on the assumption of full coverage gossip. I assume everyone who shakes my hand in church knows all of my dirty secrets already. My assumption is not entirely true, but it is a useful assumption for me. I don't really have any friends in the church. I know that I called a few people my friends, but I use the term loosely. They are more like acquaintances really. I'd recommend that everybody in the church I speak with on a regular basis disassociate themselves from me - don't worry, it won't hurt my feelings.
The Preacher told me that he's known for a while and hasn't treated me any different since he knew. Anybody who reads my blog can tell that recently I got wind that something was up, but the Preacher is right he hasn't treated me any differently since he's known. He made a comment to two people I speak with about not wanting to get involved with any business that I would start which I could have taken as hint but even that I attributed to other sins I had committed and it very well could have been I am not disputing the Preacher's claim of fair treatment. The Preacher's been making veiled references to my website for at least a week now, apparently hoping that I would come and talk to him. If he had spoken to my Mom first he would know that I would never ever do that.

I didn't sleep well last night. Angering thirty to forty people at once, has a way of making your heart race that renders sleep nearly impossible. Knowing the character of the church I go to I am a little afraid to go back. Someone might shoot me.
Apparently, somebody has been reading my blog in detail, and reporting the juiciest bits back to people in the church. I am not angry since I did provide them with material. Assuming that people who leave have really left was a mistake.

Apology

On September 2, 2002, I was in an impossibly nasty mood and depressed as I am wont to be from time to time. I wrote some things that I regret but one thing in particular is chief among them :

I could tell you that the pastor once protected a man in the church from prosecution for molesting his step-daughter. That the man did it repeatedly and that his sons picked up on his behavior before the step-daughter reported him for doing it again.

As far as I know, that is not true. I was wrong for saying it, even with the caveat that it was gossip. I had no right to publish it and I besmirched his character. I could offer excuses but I have none. My assumption of anonyminity was false.
I am only beginning to deal with this situation. I can see that I have a lot of explaining to do.

A site that every young man should know about. One of the most common ways to get in trouble if you are young and single.

How did I miss this the first time around? I am positive I would have written the best letter to Anna. I wouldn't have been able to keep the calendar though.

Bored?

Bored at work? Need something to do? Got some time on your hands? Read a book. For free. Online.

The world is coming to an end as I know it.

And I am kinda perplexed about what to do about it. There are other people with dire situations, I know; but to me my impending doom is all consuming.

I can't decide if this is inspired art or sacrilege. It is a little frightening. The book of Revelations always trips me out.

My theory on weight loss

I have been trying to slim down a little lately. I am going for the lean, hungry look. The problem is that my appetite usually gets the better of me. While my brain is busy counting calories and gauging the nutritional benefit of each meal, my empty stomach usually succumbs to the siren call of the worst possible food item available. I am so hungry at meals I can't think straight long enough to figure out what to eat. Obviously this is a problem. While eating my most recent meal, I got to thinking about how God engineered the human body. The human body was built to withstand extreme privation. Even now the majority of the world does not live in the abundance found in a typical American household. WIth privation in mind, the foods that would sustain the body for the longest time for the least amount of effort are the most desirable for survival. The foods that deliver the most calories for the least amount of effort are fats, sugars, and to a lesser degree carbohydrates. Naturally, these foods are what our body craves of us. In a survival situation, when every meal is won by sweat and blood and food is chosen with maximum calorie return in mind, eating a juicy steak, baked potatoes, salad with ranch dressing, iced tea, corn on the cob, baked rolls, and a hot apple pie with ice cream for dessert is a wise choice. (Assuming you could find such a meal.) The natural God-mandated tendency is that human beings (and animals) should gorge themselves when they are hungry. This is a problem when you are trying to lose weight since most diets rely on cutting down portions and eating less. Humans are hunter-gatherers by nature and the easy aboundance we have now has perverted us. Our bodies are designed to eat continuously, when you wait too long in between meals the body's natural mechanisms go haywire and demand that the brain allow the body to indulge. You can never allow yourself to get hungry.
Now, if you eat continuously, it cannot be junk. Eating ice cream and potato chips on a 24/7 basis would result in a physique similar to that of the Blob character from Marvel Comics' X-Men comic book. So that said, hopefully tomorrow I am going to snack a lot. The problem will be keeping food handy.

Hey look at my other blog! This is a project near and dear to my heart and I am funding it out of my own pocket thus far. I hope to get it up and running very soon.

Juggled the soccer ball 33 times and then 36 times in a row this morning. For non-soccer players who don't understand the terminology, juggling is using your a part of your body other than your hands to keep the ball airborne. I used my feet. (I may have cheated and used a thigh to save it once or twice.) Skilled players should be able to juggle the ball using only their feet for long periods of time keeping the ball below knee-level. Requires a lot of ball control, or touch. it's a good drill for improving your touch too.

The music industry is sweating the mass expiration of their European copyrights. They even want to block the import of cheaper European copies of their music. A music industry executive claimed in the article that 9 out of 10 recordings failed to make money. As sophisticated and long-lived as the music industry is, I am shocked they haven't been able to do better. I am perturbed anytime someone seeks to use law to maintain an advantage they could not get by their own effort.

You can't do great things until you aspire to great things.

Is this what the world is coming to? The article argues that abortion and cloning is all part of a slippery slope that leads to (God! This is almost too horrible to even talk about.) eating babies!

V10! On a motorcycle! Good God...

Quote of the Day

This was in the LA Times, spoken by a woman forced to evacuate her home in a brush fire -

I have an extra leash for my dog, and I have my bikini.

If that is all she wears, imagine how much money she saves on laundry!

V16! Good God...

You know the problem with having close friends read your blog is that occasionally they want to discuss what you wrote in the blog. Suddenly your mind reels: "What did I say? What incriminating fact did I reveal? Is he going to tell everyone what a freak I am?". I still think that anonymity is a crutch, a screen. I also know that I am not brave enough to reveal everything. I am not ready to be completely naked and bare before the world.

The Cowboys aren't in the playoffs but they're still entertaining. Who knew the Niners and the Steelers had it in them? Who knew that Lambeau Field isn't magical after all? Wow.
In other news, my good friend Ed, made me an offer that I couldn't refuse, so I am not teaching today after all. Oh well. I bought all those shirts for nothing.

Whoa... I have been away at a friend's house since Friday night. I am bushed. I'll tell you about it later.

For all you nerdy programmer folk out there, I thought I'd pass a long this link. I love C++ programming (if I were to ever meet a woman who was cute and knew how to code I think I'd have to marry her) and I am a huge fan of the STL. So a library that provides STL style templates for manipulating ODBC databases has to be a good thing.

What has your government done for your breasts lately?

This shirt was probably a bad idea and the average person would think it hideous. Strangely enough, I want it and may buy it if it sticks around long enough. I am drawn to the extravagance of red velvet.

How do these weight loss companies persuade people to pose for before and after pictures? Maybe there is money involved. Notice that while the improvement is usually dramatic, it usually isn't of extremely obese individuals. My question is this, if you are that out of shape, why would you even own a bikini?

New Year's Eve and early morning New Years Day was interesting. I met a large number of folks from Louisana in town for the Louisana State Univeristy versus University of Texas game in the Cotton Bowl. We were subjected to semi-hourly chants of "LSU, LSU!" and LSU fans/students in purple and gold clothes, with LSU stickers on their cheeks. One guy I spoke to as I stood in line waiting to get in was obviously already drunk. He spoke of trying hard to meet women on New Year's Eve and giving "210 percent." He also told the occasional passing woman that he wanted to see her "nekkid". Charming. But I was equally as charming - I implored strange women to kiss me at midnight, and I was sober. You see I just wanted the complete "New Years" experience. Next year I am going to Times Square.

Happy New Year!

Working with Ed again today. After shopping on the weekend, I have to earn back the money I spent on the weekend. For the first time this weekend, I saw people standing in the store display pretending to be mannequins.

Judging by the lack of public lamentation Nic Cage must be alive.

Is Nic Cage dead?

The Mall

Went to the mall today. Fun.

Sometimes it is important to be male in the company of men.

Tonight was such a night. I got out, hung out, and even saw Adaptation. It was crazy and funny, but I was a little disappointed in the end. I kept waiting for the really crazy thing to happen to cinch the whole movie, to finish the buildup he was working towards. Nothing happened. It was a letdown. Mild, but a letdown never the less. What was weird about it though, is that Being John Malkovich was being shot during the movie and in one scene you actually see John Cusack joining Catherine Keener and Mary Kay Place to shoot a scene of the movie. It makes you realize that he really did have this problem adapting the book and while much of the movie is fabricated (John LaRouche is alive, and I doubt that Susan Orlean ever snorted ground orchid extract.) it did happen - sort of. The ending is disappointing because he ran out of time got frustrated and gave up.
He paints an unflattering portrait of every character in the movie. Even if his personality is a middle point between the onscreen Charlie Kaufman and his fictional twin brother Donald, he would still be a pathetic character. It would be cool if Susan Orlean really did look like Meryl Streep, but she doesn't. She is a pale thin shadow of her onscreen alter-ego. Meryl Streep (and most good Hollywood actresses her age) is just too much woman, too much muscular femininity to really be anyone else. She'll play a character onscreen and do a good job of it, but it will always be Meryl Streep shining through. People will think that the real life woman was an interesting, complex person, only to be dissappointed in the prosaic reality.

America's Army - the best recruiting tool that money can buy. You know the other Armed Forces have to be thinking about getting the act. Worse, if you are a competing game company, cost isn't much of an obstacle. These are the same people who pay $10 million for one missile. $7 million to make every kid in America want to join up and go kick some terrorist butt? That is a bargain.

In an effort to develop "sick hops" and bigger calves I have now added jumping to my workout routine. It look silly but it's also how Michael Jordan is purported to have achieved his ability to soar. All I want is 6 inches on my vertical and better looking calves. As the weather warms, I am going to add some soccer drills and sprinting. If I keep it up everday I should be nothing short of a whirlwind on the soccer field. I think if I was fit and worked on skills everyday I'd be good. As it stands now, I am good, bad and average. When I am good, I am very, very good. When I am bad I am awful. And when I am tired and out of shape from not playing in a long time I am just average. I'd almost prefer being awful because usually I follow that up quickly with good. A coach at UTD told me I was good in "flashes" they wanted consistency.

Turns out, he's also a blog of note on Blogger.com.

This guy doesn't link me and I have no idea who he is, but I am linking him because he's hilarious. He showed up as a referrer in my traffic log but really, Wander-Lust linked some lucky web-surfer to me and not the owner of the hilarious website known as ph8.

110 MPH that's fast not slow, 110 MPH in my Mom's Volvo

Did I ever tell you that I love my Mom's car? I was supposed to pick up somebody for Christmas dinner and went on a wild goose chase looking for him. I did however flip the turbo switch in the Volvo from "ECON" to "SPORT". That sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach accellerating off of a ramp into a turn is delicious.

There are certain people in my life whom I count as friends who no longer have time for me. To be honest, I have been pathetic, jobless, and more than a little whiny so I wouldn't have time for me either. The result is though that I have decided that I don't have time for people who don't have time for me, so we speak no more than 30 seconds now - disappointing in the extreme.

What I got for Christmas

• A Remington electric razor - this baby is so smooth I think the hair just disappears magically.
  
• Barishnikov Sport Cologne - impossible to find and smells great. I bought it like 3 or 4 years ago an loved it only to find out it had been discontinued.
  
• A Cell Phone - You can't have a social life without a cell phone!
  
• Green Wash clothes - My little brother even got me something.
  

What did you get? No seriously, email me and tell me. I want to know.

Merry Christmas everybody! Umm I need to go do some holiday sweating now.

PETA gets a does of it's own medicine. Repeat after me: Never push radical activism on teenagers; never push radical activism on teenagers...

Why every woman should go and get implants! Or not... Maybe if you live in an area with lots of gunfire.


Note. I am actually very much against breast augmentation. I would never tell any woman that she should get implants.

I am excited about some of the things I have planned for PublicCopyright.org. I can't say what yet because I feel like it just isn't wise to advertise things that you plan to do but haven't done, or really haven't even started doing yet. I will say that I am putting my money where my mouth is.

Good grades in school are less important than who you get to know in school and thus where you go to school. However, the best way to improve your chances of meeting the right people and going to the right school is through good scholarship. Well, being born to rich and powerful parents is the best way but you can't control that.

I have an article I am going to write that I have been mulling for a while, about how misguided the American legal system has gotten. Before I say a few of the things I want to say I need to do a little research. Specifically, I think that the reliance on precedent can lead to problems, especially now that lawyers have become activists. Lawyers "shop" for judges and jurors till they find someone sympathetic to their position. This results in competing rulings and differing positions in State and Federal law. Activism has no place in the courtroom. I also need to write a mission statement for PublicCopyright.org and file for non-profit status with the IRS. I also need to do research for work I plan to do with database programming. I also need to work as much as possible at the jobs I already have to maximize cash flow. I also need to sleep. You see my dillemma.

I realized that West Village (In Dallas' Uptown neighborhood, just north of downtown) was a really expensive place to shop after I noted that almost all of the men working there seemed to be gay. That seems to be rule #1 for retail - effeminate men lend an air of class to the service of a retail establishment. To a man, every one of these guys seemed to be people who all have Oaklawn addresses. (Dallas' gay neighborhood) Not that there is anything wrong with it. The way I see the situation, gay men leave a larger crop of eligible women for me to chose from. Gay people have to work somewhere you know.

Over the course of about an hour I sucessfully dispatched my holiday merchandise consumption duties. I did my duty as an American consumer to support the economy of the world. No I am anxiously awaiting Christmas day, so I can get my gifts, and return them on the 26th.

Daddy's Got a Brand New Bag.

My new attitude of being more aggressive and less deferential has taken hold a little, my personality has shown a little change, but only in my family. :( I scream and yell like a madman at home but with strangers I am quiet and meek. My brother complains that it seems that I am always trying to prove a point, and I am. I feel like every moment I breathe I have something to prove. I feel like noone else believes in me, but I do. I feel like everybody laughs at me secretly; well I want to give them reason to laugh - nervously, right before they soil their pants. If I annoy someone or put them off, in the big scheme of things what does it matter? I can't afford to shy away from confrontation anymore. I have got to stand up and take responsibilty and deliver. Before I chose not to talk the talk but attempted to let my walking do my talking. Now I am going to strut. I am not your whipping boy, your dust rag, your door mat, or your toilet paper. In fact, you should take care that you don't become mine. I just thought that I'd let everybody know.

I need to do a dramatic overhaul of my resume. I complain about Intuit wasting my time, but the problem in every area of my life is self-doubt. I believe that I will be a success, someday. Not today, I need to finish my three year self improvement program. If I don't believe in myself now why should anybody else? I am selling myself short.

I saw the Terminator 3 Trailer, and I am disappointed. Once again, John Conner (Connor? How do you spell that?) is confronted by a killer cyborg from the future sent back to kill him in the present. Again, he is protected by "AHHHNULD" the original Terminator. The very least I would expect is that Vin Diesel would be the new Terminator; but no, they have some anonymous chick playing the new Terminator. Where is Diesel!! Worst of all is the tired plot that the screenwriters have forced upon the public. Please can we come up with a new storyline other than cyborgs from the future come to kill us in the present? This brings me back to one of my most persistent laments - someone paid these people millions of dollars to make a movie that is a wretched pile of stinking, bovine excrement.

I saw Tyler, Texas today, the Rose capital of Texas. I installed exit signs in a bank, Interesting work if you can get it. I also discovered that the laws for electrician's licences in Texas are just as jacked up as all the other laws.

Terrorists arrested less than 10 miles from where I live.

We're going to war.

Trent Lott's recent troubles are really just the tip of the iceberg of a big problem in the Republican party. There are a large number of racists who support Republican policies. Southern Republicans are often guilty of courting these votes. I'd like to believe that these men aren't racists, but I don't know. What I'd like is for Republicans to tell these people that they don't want their votes. The real reason blacks are not voting Republican is that they don't want to vote for the same person that the Klan did.

This is a great thing, the Baby Bells can go sod themselves for all I care, but what if your Broadband internet service comes from DSL? Which for the most part can only come from your local Baby Bell? The Baby Bells are here to stay because any new internet technologies will be forced to piggy back on the Baby Bell's last mile.

The ugliest car on the planet.

Interview with Intuit again today. I am getting ready by lifting weights. I doubt weightlifting will do much for my mental preparedness, but pumping iron makes me feel good. I have also decided to not wear a suit this time. I am beginning to think that wearing a suit made me look stiff; Intuit is a casual work environment. Oh well, I am going back to the weights.

One of the things I like most about Equilibrium, is that the filmmaker was unafraid of making the audience feel the pain of loss. Usually storytellers use outlandish circumstances to rescue people in the story that the audience will care about but Equilibrium does not. You end up feeling the same way as Christian Bale's character.

The number one requirement for making a big time action movie is a legion of anonymous henchmen who will die spectacularly, cinematically at the hands of the protagonist and the villain. (not necessarily different people) This is one of the hidden requirements for all action movies. Drama's can get by with casts of less than 10 people but you need extras for a good action flick.

Drop whatever you are doing right now, and go see Equilibrium. It's as if somebody had consulted me on how to make a movie. Who to cast, plot elements, dialogue, visual style, everything seemed tailored to please me. WOW WOW WOW.

Blah.... Employers must feel that the current state of the job market gives them carte blanche to toy with potential job seekers. I am about to return to Intuit for my third interview. I have also gone twice for testing. Blah...

More search engine wizardy from the folks at google is in the pipe. It's called froogle and it's a new shopping search engine in addition to their catalog search. God I love the web!

More good stuff from the happy liberal people at Slate.com. The USA Track and Field organization has a new mascot and is running a naming competition. My favorite name thus far is "Craig Masback, You Are an Idiot—Look at This Friggin' Thing.". I personally suggested "We Stole it from basketball!"

Man, am I humgry. On the job today I strung Christmas lights all day. I also learned the arcane art of Christmas light repair. I can even rebuild damaged bulbs instead of throwing them away!
In other news, there has been a baby boom at my church. No less than five couples are expecting children, including a 35 year old women whose daugher is engaged to be married.
Again, I am struggling with that feeling of having something to say and not being able to remember what it was. :(

I would post something, but I am in the middle of a workout and there doesn't seem to be a lot of oxygen in my brain. I can't think straight enough to type.

I should amend my Christmas wish list to include some books. I like books. Getting Bruce Lee's Tao of Jeet Kune Do would be cool. I still have this crazy idea that I want to program games so this book would be nice too. I like to read novels for fun when I am not plotting to take over the world and get rich doing it, and I have heard so many good things about Dave Egger's books - You Shall Know Our Velocity and A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. It's not just crass materialism folks, it's intelligent, crass materialism.

The answer to the question I asked in my last post is Jun Fan. Isn't life on the web wonderful?

Bruce Lee developed a new martial art before he died, called Jeet Kune Do. The problem being that it wasn't a real martial art as much as a way of thinking about martial arts. He also developed an actual martial art that encompassed everything he had learned and was teaching up to that point. What is the name of the actual martial art?

Weekend in Lubbock

Don't expect me to use titles every time. I am quite lazy really and using titles is just me sampling the flavor of the week.
That said, I spent last weekend in Lubbock, Texas scoping out the campus of Texas Tech University. It was the worst planned trip I have ever taken. We went at least an hour out of the way, got lost in town once we arrived, didn't pick a hotel till 1 AM, and drove around aimlessly 70% of the time we were there. It was also fun in a hare-brained kind of way. Texas Tech has a very nice campus, surrounded by a town that leaves much to be desired. The water is alkaline leaving a nasty aftertaste and the landscape is bleak and uninspiring. The situation has been engineered to keep the students on campus. From what I hear, there is plenty to do on campus and you don't miss city life. ('Tech's a party school!) My friends main concern with the campus life was the quanity and quality of the women on campus. He was not displeased, although a Sunday on a miserable day in December before finals week is probably not the best time to make such decisions. Texas Tech has a good law school and a decent academic reputation overall. (it balances out the party school reputation.)
I am tired. I am also done.

Horrible Macho Guy Schemes

For all the lonely geeks out there, here's a scheme for getting a woman's attention: You advertise in the student newspaper of your local liberal arts (more girls there) as a math and science tutor. You invite the girls to your home for a "private session" and tell any men calling that they have the wrong number.

Contingencies

You Don't Know Anything About Science and Math!

Be sure to serve wine or some other alcoholic beverage. After she has started with alcohol slowly introduce other mind altering substances in the guise of special medication to aid in "learning". Hope that after some alcohol and vigorous "tutoring" she won't remember what she came for.

The Girl is Ugly!

You have several options:

• Feign sudden and violent illness. (works every time!)
  
• Tell the girl she has the wrong address. (be sure to disguise your voice when answering the door.)
  
• Hand the girl a paper bag and instruct her to wear it. Tell her that it is a special technique for preparing the mind to learn by suppressing the identity. (Ugly is better than what you have at the moment which is nothing.)
  

This Scheme is Illegal!

Don't let doubt, fear, and a little thing like the law stand in your way. You have no women! You must go and get you some!

On the discovery channel over the weekend, I saw the story of a guy who got a branch lodged in his anus while cutting a tree limb. I immediately made a solemn vow to always pay somebody else to trim my trees.

I had a friend who I took physics with who always joked about dropping out of college and selling drugs.It was funny till I had a friend get busted in the parking lot of his college for selling drugs.

Yeah Baby! Yeah! I love a good fight and Glenn Reynolds and Nick Denton are having a minor throwdown. I have to say I agree with Mr. Reynolds on this one. Europe is in BIG trouble.

"My business is sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll..."
- Whitney Houston

Good Stuff from the happy liberal people at Slate.com.

It is also interesting to note that the "anti-abortion" clinic's best weapon against abortion is its ultrasound machine. As soon as the women see what is in their belly, it isn't a fetus; it becomes a baby. Never fails.

I worked in an anti-abortion clinic today. It was interesting. It's located next door to an actual abortion clinic and the staff stands in front of the other clinic to provide free "counseling" to the women going inside. I am relatively sure there is no violence involved since I don't hear anything in the local news about angry abortion protesters beating doctors in Dallas as they scurry to their cars after working at the clinic. Granted, I don't watch the news.
The interesting thing about the whole abortion debate is, that while I am ideologically on the pro-life side, I find that I'd rather associate with the pro-choice people. I mean, an abortion clinic is a terrific place to meet loose women! Seriously, pro-life people tend to be white, and less "cosmopolitan". (Ok, I think they're white trash...)
The Catholic Church and Evangelical Christians are the driving force behind the pro-life movement and I don't much agree with either group. I don't like the Catholic Church, because, well it's the Catholic Church. Organizations that slaughter dissenters, torture and extort its members, and incite countries to violence against other countries are called terrorist organizations now. The Catholic Church says it has reformed now, but it is still home to rampant corruption. Catholicism seems to me to be an empty religion. I have nothing but respect for devout people who practice the religion and are faithful to what they believe, I just truly believe they are mistaken - like I think Democrats are mistaken. Evangelical Christians, as represented by the groups who are a part of the national pro-life movement, are nearly as bad as far as I am concerned. Most religions are so far in practice from what they originally claimed to believe that I find their claim to righteousness laughable. (Not that I am much better :-p)
The other side of the coin, the pro-choice organizations - Planned Parenthood, NOW, Democrats, etc. - are just as mistaken. My stance against abortion is this: Most reasonable people will agree that aborting a viable 7 month old baby in the womb is wrong. (NOW doesn't, taking the stance that if they lose on that issue the next attack will be on first and second term abortions. This is unreasonable. It's murder, pure and simple.) The reason that reasonable people agree that aborting a baby in the 7th month is wrong is that he can live outside the womb. If his mother gave birth to him, chances are good that he would survive. You can use this argument against abortion in the thrid trimester, but supposedly not for any earlier term babies because these babies are still dependent on their mothers; but what if a baby could be independent of his mother after 3 months, or 2, or maybe even immediately after conception? The reason that babies can't survive earlier births now is medical technology. As soon as we have the ability to support them sooner will abortion suddenly be wrong then? I think if abortion is not wrong it should be fine at any time during the pregnancy - right up to the final delivery of the baby. The mother should be able to decide "No I don't want the baby, dump it now!" If you believe a woman has right to do that, than someone should confiscate your sexual organs. We don't need people like you to reproduce.

I am thinking about going into the foreclosure business. I'd find soon to be foreclosed houses and dispatch thugs to beat the occupants senseless for not paying their bills. Wait a second, wrong scheme...

UTD appears in the December 2002 edition of ESPN The Magazine! Ok UTD makes an appearance because we are the college champions of chess, but hey that's something.
I am beginning to think that perhaps college is less valuable for the things you learn then for the people you meet while learning. A smart individual could just as easily learn everything he needs on his own with the help of books and the internet. College is the only place where mulitudes of smart people gather within walking distance of each other. College also has the side benefit of being a great place to pick up a date.

My Christmas list

I don't expect to actually get anything from this list but this is my fantasy so indulge me.

• A Mini Cooper, a Dodge Neon SRT4, or a Subura Impreza WRX
  
• An Armani Suit or even a Dolce and Gabbanna suit, or actually just about any suit from Bluefly.com would do.
  
• I like cashmere. This hat, this sweater, this sweater, and this overcoat.
  
• I like Banana Republic. This T-Shirt, this cap, these pants, this sweater, these jeans, these loafers, these loafers too, these trousers, this shirt, and this tie.
  
• I like Jcrew. These chinos, this sweater, this sweater, this sweater, these jeans, and these jeans.
  
• I like Levi's. I like them low. I like them low and loose. I like them low and not loose. I even like them engineered.
  
• I like shoes. I want running shoes. I want dress shoes I want casual shoes. I want Skechers.
  
• I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch. I like Abercrombie & Fitch.
  
• I like Armani Exchange.
  
• I like the Gap. I like the sweaters; I like the jackets; I like the jeans. I even like the bogus 1969 denim collection.
  
• I want things other than clothes too. A cell phone for instance. An XBox would be nice. A tablet PC would be better.
  

So, yeah I am a greedy materialistic media blinded consumer. I admit it. But if you want to buy me anything, here are my sizes:

• Suit: 44R
  
• Waist: 32"
  
• Inseam 32"
  
• Shoe size: 11-12" depends on style of shoe
  
• Neck 15 1/2"
  
• Chest: 39 1/2"
  

I'd give you a shipping address but I am sure I'd be getting packages from DogDoo.com. All I want for Christmas is everything.

I wonder if I had any professors who didn't know my name? I was riding the bus today to go play soccer and I met my freshman history professor. He was awful by all accounts - I don't think he was so bad but he was a terrible dresser; the man had no taste. He remembered me right away, even with the shaved head. When I go back to school it might do to be a little more anonymous, or not.
I discovered recently that my chest seems to have grown an inch. That is the wonderful thing about being a man, exercise can increase the size of your chest. I still don't look good in that Versace muscle shirt. I doubt that will ever happen though, at least not without the use of chemical enhancement.
This looks like fun! I won't watch though. I never do.
Have any girls in the audience ever met a guy who looks great but his personality grates on your nerves like nails on a chalk board? I don't look all that great but my personality can have that unfortunate effect.

I think I am in love. Between that car and an Impreza I am not sure which I would take.

I just cut off all my hair. I could use one of these

I hate boxers. How anyone makes these satanic torture devices stay in place is beyond me. I went for a jog wearing my Joe Boxers (along with my normal running gear mind you) and by the time I covered a block the waistband had ridden up to my belly button and the crotch had ... well lets put it this way - I HAD to stop before I lost feeling. Trying to do something even remotely athletic - like bending over to tie your shoe - is impossible in boxers. And to think, I used to see guys on the soccer team with their boxers peeking out from underneath their soccer shorts.

The twists in my hair are gone. Mommy didn't like them much.

Why wait for doors to open when you can just kick them down?

THe Cowboys won and the Mavericks lost. A reverse of recent trends but whatever they were both due, and the Redskins are in town. If another team were more snakebit then the Cowboys it would have to be the Redskins even though they have a better record. The only reason Spurrier won't get fired next year is that he makes too much money and Dan Snyder made too much noise about hiring him.
Face Off could now be a reality! Kind of trippy huh? I think it proves that scientists spend an inordinate amount of time watching movies and television.

Happy Thanksgiving!
Yeah I am late (ten minutes before thanksgiving is over) but I said it so there.

Are you ready for some football! I am, only I want to play with a round ball. I need some cardio.

My new hairdo.



Of course I took the pictures in my bathroom because that is the part of my house that has the best lighting.
No more school till Monday! Woohoo! My two week teaching assignment ended today and I must admit that I am very relieved. I did manage after all to buy pizza for my second period after all. Some of the kids brought a little money but the cost wasn't as bad as I expected. A good experience over all.

There has never been a time I opened my mouth around my Mom and Dad that I was not punished for it. No amount of care can prevent it from happening. Sigh...

The DISD saw fit to send my paltry earnings in the mail today. Of course it wasn't nearly enough and of course they shorted me of a quarter of the money I was due again. I won't be able to collect on this money till December but I suppose I can treat it like a Christmas bonus. I will be able to move forward with my copyright project though and do my hair so all isn't too bad. I had hoped to pay off a large debt but that would have been nearly my entire paycheck. I would have been broke all month again. I have a scheme though. I intend to land some sort of other job this month and stop taking substituting jobs for awhile. I hope to land a job that pays more than once a month so then I could receive two checks in December and use one to catch up and improve my transportation situation. It's a plan anyway.