Monday, February 28, 2005
After about ten minutes, I see police car lights behind me, I get out and a lady officer asks what happened, I tell her the story and that my dad is on the way, she puts out flares, gives me a kiss... or five and then leaves. So I go and wait in the car and then my lights start to flicker again. and the battery dies. This is a brand new battery only a month old and it dies on me because I had my forways on for twenty minutes! So my parents arrive and they drab my ass home with no lights (which is illegal) and we park it at our old house in SE. The nexty day we discover that the brushes on the voltage regulator had worne down, an easy fix. So that was eventful.
On Google, when you type in the outsiders looking in (with or without quotes), we come up first. Out of 656,000. That's right, so type it in, hit I'm Feeling Lucky, and you got us. If you type in mmmgravy we come up fourth out of 38. Weird.
Both Shakeer and his blog Harumph!, come up first for their respective names also. I think this is pretty cool.
I should have given up blogging for Lent.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
You come to me if/when you're out.
The only name I reveal is the one who comes out on top, so if you're worried about everybody knowing about...yeah, then don't worry.
If you're worried about the fact that I know, get over it. You signed up to be a part of the bet. When you paid your money and put your name down, believe it or not, there's an unwritten law. Now I'm spelling it out for you: you fail, you let me know.
I'm not accusing anybody of anything; this is just a disclaimer.
Could I make you swear some solemn oath on God, your country, your families, your souls, and anything you hold dear to your hearts? I could. But the fact is that joining this bet, with a man of integrity like Ben heading it, you pretty much know what's expected of you in terms of honesty and following through.
Besides, it also takes some courage to admit you're out.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Did I really have a choice?
I was singing. so it wasn't as if I was just mouthing the words, I did something. And like Mr. Moore said when you sing you pray twice, so I sang for half of mass in lit band so if my math is correct (which it usually isn't) that means I prayed all through mass. And that is what God wants right?
Or does Jesus hate me?
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Here's the story: while I was searching for
Ben first typed this string of characters into Google's search box:
or something like it, anyway, and it came up with absolutely nothing. "Something must be wrong with Google," we thought. "Google has everything." But it turns out that quite a few phrases that more than deserve their place on the internet appear absolutely nowhere in Google's search service!
As a remedy for this quasi-cosmic oversight, we decided to create this post. So, in the comments section, please feel free to add any phrase that needs a home. Eventually, Google will return our page any time anyone searches for any of these! (And by "any phrase," I mean "any phrase that John won't delete"--don't waste his time. We have the whole Jeff-Nitschke-virgin-eyes thing to deal with too.) And this page is only for total orphans--can't show up anywhere else on the internet.
I'll start you off with the three that started the whole thing. And yeah, it may look like there's a pattern. Please don't follow it.
* "mothers made easy"
* "nuns down under"
* "women of the igloo"
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
So around 1920, a phamous physicist was visiting South Africa, and during his presentation on the structure of the atom, he suddenly got on his hands and knees, and, speaking in Dutch, he began to describe and act out, in excruciating detail, the mating practices of the African wild pig. Initially amused, the audience soon fell into a stupor, at which time the physicist's wife walked on stage, grabbed him by the ear, and said "Niels, stop being such a Bohr/Boer/boar/bore/boor!"
There you have it. Cantos is hounding me for a transcript and the Crusader is knocking my door down, but my agent says to sit on it until they crack and actually offer me something for it. I will of course go splitsies with Shakeer.
This on the other hand is awesome. wow.
i dont care if its fake.
The East won the All-Star Game. But make no mistake, it's a whole level below the West. Four of the top five teams are in the West. A 500 team makes the play-offs easily in the East, but does not qualify in the West. And the East wouldn't have even won the All-Star Game if Greg Popovich was willing to play Kevin Garnett or Tim Duncan in the second half. But Greedy Greg wouldn't rested up his star when the conference needed him. It turns out that the two had some minor injuries they were playing with, so it was a safety precaution. What crap.
In the eighth grade, a kid did his current event on something "extremely local." He started to tell a story about his halloween before the teacher stopped him. I also wish to share the news at such a local level. My team's tallest guy is nowhere to be seen. He hasn't been to practice lately. Rumor has it he quit the team. He wasn't very good though. But he was a giant. But we can normally win without him. My team has five main scorers. Not true this Saturday though. One of them was at the All-Star Game. Two others were at the beach. That left me and my brother to provide all the points. To make things worse, he was having one of his worst shooting days. He got 11 points by pure volume of shooting, and I had 16. We had 27 of the 33 points. The other teams had 50 something. I probably could have done better. There was this one ref that I was glaring at most the game because it appears he didn't know how to use his whistle. I apologized to him after the game for being so rude to him, and he explains that he's only a freshman and is new at this. I shouldn't complain too much. My seasonal average is only 12 points a game.
I can't wait til soccer season. I want to go all out this year. I'm not sure it'll happen though.
Monday, February 21, 2005
So I was blog-surfing and I came across this:
It is from a bag made by a company here in the U.S. and sold in France. The translation is:
"Hand wash using warm water.
Use mild soap.
Stretch to dry.
Don't dry in the dryer.
We are sorry that our President is an idiot.
We did not vote for him."
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Anyway, I hope that explains some stuff.
I'll catch y'all at the discotheque!
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Do the rest of you find Alex's posts strangely refreshing? I feel like I can post whatever the hell I want and still only be the second-worst blogger.
Good night Neverland!
Friday, February 18, 2005
The good news is that we slept for a half hour in higgin's class today.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Seriously, I found this while looking up death penalty statistics (oddly, if you type "death penalty statistics" into Google, the first result is some school in Alaska, which doesn't even HAVE the death penalty). Rachel, Dave, and I got a pretty good kick out of it. Then Mrs. Wyatt got a pretty good kick out of it (I swear, sometimes I don't think she's teaching us).
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Well, I just got back from a weekend at
So, overall, my 'grade' of the school is an A- to an A. (I.E. It’s a really good school, with a few draw backs depending on the type of person you are.) It’s no Notre Dame, but it’s sure as hell not a Gonzaga or OSU. I'm pretty sure I’ll go there.
Aside from this, let me just say that I United Airlines. On Friday, a 5 hour trip with one transfer turned into an 11 hour nightmare, and today's (Sunday’s) flights were fully equipped with a 3 hour delay and a medical emergency on the 2nd (long) flight clogging all bathrooms but one. The line stretched half the plane the entire trip.
Oh yea, Scott you are right, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow is an awesome movie. (so is Friday Night Lights).
Well, that’s my two cents, like I said, if anyone wants to see the pictures I’ll have em' by the beginning of next week. Later all!
I hope my beautiful co-admin John will be so kind as to work his magic and make this appear in the memorable topics section. Thanks.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
the set will be amazing !
the acting is becoming superb !
does anyone need tickets? Contact me!
Against the day of Vengence and Requital
against the time they lose their footing?
Close at hand is the day of thier disaster,
and their doom is rushing upon them.
-Clyde Percy [in DMW]
Sorry Ben for the recruting on your blog but I really need this to take off.
People tell me that they read it, but if you read it please tell me by posting so that I can get some ideas down in print. Thanks.
or click above link.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
- Nothing major went wrong
- Everything major went right
I am proud of those juniors. I wish I could have been in a small group with each of them. But I'd settle for one small group. Being rector...but as Andy kept saying and I agreed with-it's all about the juniors. Me specifically, it was a good weekend but not on the same level as last February. But I did come up with my life plan on Friday night. Screw engineering, I want to start a third party. I've talked with many of you about this. The name is still up in the air (Justice Party?). You all will be members of a larger Brain Trust. I mean those of you who are for it. I think this would be a kickass way to spent this little blink we got on earth. Live the ideals, make it true at least for ourselves. And ride a bus together like in Almost Famous. But continue with your areas of study, become professionals. Your individual talents will add to the overall strength. After I have the strategic and tactical plans ironed out, I will give each of you a call, and you will come to St. Benny's the following weekend and we will ready ourselves to take America by storm. Policy-wise, it'll be stuff John Burke would agree with, and that should be good enough for you. I can't wait (but I'm kinda regretting the apps to schools that specialize in engineering. Looks like I'll be a transfer student just like my hero Shakeer!) Oh, and I'm 100% serious. We can do it.
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream.
Okay, I apologize. I had this post mentally written a week and a half ago, but excessive sleep deprivation erased it and it was a struggle to come up with that. Help out with a clever cock phrase in the comments section. I'm trying to think up a phrase containing "caulk, suckers." but can't come up with a good one.
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Koch wrote the Christian Ethics book and we got a packet of his promoting chastity in Christian Relationships, so that part works.
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Yes, it's very sacreligous, but hey, we're like 18, we can get away with it. Oh, and in Tech the guys decided not to release the names of those who failed and when until the winner is announced. If we make it to college, the money gets split among remaining competitors Under these rules, the girls could totally have spreads and bet not only on the winner, but who could beat (for lack of a better word) the other guy by so much. Example: "Yes! Pay up. Scott owned Doug" "Ha, you owe me because the difference was less than five and a half days!" And they could even do some kind of bracket thing!
Wow. There went the illusions the rest of you had as to my maturity. And sorry to ruin that really cool small post thing y'all had going.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
here is the website for the videos.
P.S. What have we created? looks to me like our downfall.
P.P.S. fuck robots.
Monday, February 07, 2005
"Mom what should I do?"
"The tailpipe fell off!"
"Well is it still draging?"
"No, mom, it FELL OFF."
"Yes completely off! This tailpipe is dead! It is no more! It has ceased to exsist!"
Anyhow I drive to school without it and the pipe sitting in my trunk. I then go into the office and explain the situation, Mrs. Shanahan responds with, "Well thats one I haven't heard yet."
That afternoon we get into my car to leave, and I decide to turn on the heater (it was cold... give me a break!). And of course it doesn't work! No exhaust pipe and no heat, what could be worse right? As I am driving down 17th in SE so that my sister can babysit for the Grays (JHS English Teacher) I see this SUV sitting at a stop sign a block up and my sister has her head down looking for her planner to see what time she has to leave. As I am approching (under the speed limit I might add--27 mph) I am less then a carlength now, The SUV guns it into the intersection. Now I am driving a 1980 volvo that is red and I have my lights on with no parked vehicle to block his view, I guess those tinted windows are not such a great idea. So this guy pulls out with me no more then 15 feet away! I crank my wheel hard to the Left and "sound my horn" just like Jeff Hall taught me in tech class. My sister (in the passenger seat) yells as her head hits the dash board hard, then looks up to yell at me for being such a careless driver when she sees the SUV only a foot away from her head, and she starts screaming. The SUV stops blocking the entire right lane. I am now in the opposite lane with a white 97 jeep baring down on me! I then crank my wheel to the right and regain my possition in the correct lane. Then of course with all the excitment the little volvo starts to dance. The car starts weaving back and forth, and I cram my brakes down to avoid hitting the pedestrians at the bus stop watching the mayham. After regaining a stabel atmosphere I continue the mission home, with a faster pulse.
When we arrived home my dad of course wants to look at the pipe, so after much observation and deliberation, my dad states that there is nothing to do except buy a new muffler. So after that I decide that it is due time to replace the windsheild wiper blades. So my dad goes over and starts to remove the left wiper when it pops off snapping the winsheild, luckly it did not break anything other then the wiper. My dad notices it is only a loose pin so he goes to fix it with his leatherman when it breaks in half.
What a great day, I look forward to many more adventures in my Volvo
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
Oh and is anybody doing anything for the Super Bowl? Or anything this weekend for that matter? We should party hard, it's second semester!
We need to compile a list of useful links to play with while we're bored during History class work days. Links not related to the stock market (current strategy: buy pretty, sell shitty).
Mmm history class, how I love you on a Friday morning. Hee hee the janitor chased away all the geese.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Cont. at 2:45 today do not worry I will finish the story but break has ended.
I do not understand economics to save my life.
And aside from wanting a good grade in this class, I don't really care about that.
I mentioned to Rhoads one time that I didn't get economics, and he scoffs "What's not to get? Markets go up, markets go down!" Yes, I know what directions up and down are, I'm not a complete idiot, and that doesn't help at all...I just cannot get into economics.
Thank God this stock market thing is a team effort...unfortunately, my math class is individual, which explains why I haven't bought anything or sold anything (much less even looked at the darn website) for months now.
Although now I suppose I can narrow down the whole career path decision...I will not go into business.
If Mr. Lum realizes I've been gone, do you think an excuse relating to 'feeling like another seizure was coming on" will handle it?
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On my way home I passed by a soup kitchen. For a moment I knew that my problems didn't amount to a pile of shit. That moment was too short.
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How come Shakeer, all by his lonesome, can outblog the 22 of us put together?