I HATE Business Majors

they should not be in college. they should not be given a degree.

I work in the library. business majors don't know how to use the library, they have never wanted to know. this is why they are business majors. so usually i don't have to deal with them. this makes me happy. occassionally, one of their professors-really stop and ask yourself what kind of person is a business professor. it makes no sense- puts something on reserve. I can't tell if this is done ironically or not. i hope so. i hope these professors are just very disillusioned, self-hating people whose only joy in life is watching these 'students' jump through hoops and not realize what absurd jokes they are. the following is an excerpt from one of their 'readings', "Chapter 5 Cost Behavior: Analysis and Use":

'Memorize the elements of the equation Y=a+bX. You need to understand this equation to complete most of the homework exercises and problems.'

AAAAAHHHHHH! I hate them all. Notre Dame is regularly a top 20 school, and somehow our business school is supposed #3. (I am dubious of the former and disgusted by the latter.) This is for a 200-level accountancy course. They are learning something we all know from 6th grade. I hate them all. Really and truly. This is not a joke. I hate them.

Happy Easter!

Did you know only 76% of Americans believe in eating the ears first? Who are these other 24% I want them out of my goddamn country!

The Year of the Potato!

I was never invited to join the potato blog, even though I'm the mostest Irish one of all of us, so I'm telling you all here and now that it is the year of the potato as deemed by the good folks at the United Nations. (Come now, they mean well.) I want a 21 potato-gun salute to honor the finest of the starches:

"It is the world's fourth-most-important food crop, after maize, wheat and rice. It provides more calories, more quickly, using less land and in a wider range of climates than any other plant. It is, of course, the potato." So says The Economist. So says I, greatest of all potato mashers.

A NEW PUN!- A Shakeer, Sean and Ben Joint Recently Uncovered From 2005! Have Your Own Copy For The Low Low Price of $19.99!

So its 1945 I'm driving the getaway car from the bank heist with Shakeer riding shotty and Sean scoping out the back. Everything looks good until the back of the sign truck in front of us rolls open and starts dropping big letter g's all over the road. I swerve, and all of the sudden I see an FBI car pull up along side us and the two agents spot us. I pull a quick U-ie, throwing Sean and Shakeer flat. Loose cash starts flying everywhere, a tornado of Benjamins. All three of us cry out 'Oh jeez!'


yeah count it! five levels of contrivance my friend, if you grant us the abbreviation of G's for G-man, a common nickname for FBI agents in WWII-era America.

British Sea Power [live]

Alright so I finally got myself into the Doug Fir Lounge and its pretty cool I guess and I always always get to concerts too early and that's no fun when you're by yourself and suck at meditating so I sat through most of openers The XYZ Affair which I correctly remembered had something to do with the French (Colonel would have known that it started a started a quasi-war back in the day and that John Adams led us valiantly to victory and stylish britches) and they were good kind of like Fugazi if it was made up of guys who gave up on their barbershop quartet and started a garage band and they were done and the next band was taking forever and its a good thing i didn't leave and get something to eat because Colourmusic was effin' awesome man it was like your band had one song to play in front of the whole school and you put on your unis and took a few shots and played it and put everything, every shitty thing high school meant to you and made it triumphant because you finally had your moment and your buddies and you would pump your fists and showboat and sing all together and yeah their set was like that for pretty much 9 songs and then they left. no warning, like it should be.

XYZ Affair: MmGravy
Colourmusic: MMmGravy

British Sea Power have always seemed like they were from a different world, like our world split with theirs after the war and they did nothing but seem totally otherworldy last night. They don't tour much, and are generally kinda reticent with the media and such. With their lyrics and vocal styles, well it just doesn't feel, to me, like they are guys you can live next door to. They live on an island you've never heard of because everybody forgot about it one day. The six-piece came out in costumes like if you decided to play warship with all your street urchin friends and you kinda did your best to look like sailors but it was really just some of your big brother's clothes and a lot of imagination.

Their set was great for over an hour-played half-and-half old and new, blackout was a fucking phenom and drowning was pretty great too. Then it dissolved into feedback wankery. And i'm a man who appreciates good drone and feedback and noise and gets down when ira does it. the boys (and girl violinist cuz god forbid an indie band had a dude violinst besides mr. bird) just weren't great at it. for moments their songs would shine through and sound brilliant, but they were just a little too high and they definitely lost the crowd that was totally with them. at the end though, i wish you would have been there, the lead guitarist had cut his hand earlier and was bleeding forever and he finally gave his guitar to the trumpet/keyboard player who played his trumpet while spazzing out on the guitar and then the lead singer did a hand stand and the violinist was running around and the three-stringed bass kept everyone jamming and you definitely should have been there. sorry i didn't take any pictures. i need a partner for these things. oh and earplugs would have been nice. second row definitely cost me.

British Sea Power: MMGravy

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all hipster girls dance the same.