|Trials and Travails of a 20-something|
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I keep thinking of things to write in here and then I go on with my day and never bother to put them in. So now I've forgotten them all. Or at least most.
They just had a "KongFest" at Newman. My idiosyncratic poetry teacher decided that he really liked both "King Kong" the movie and a book of poetry entitled "The Book of Kong," so he organized a two day event in honor of the big ape. Kelsey and I went to a panel discussion tonight of the movie and its place in the literary canon. Actually quite interesting. They drew parallels to everything from Beauty and the Beast to The Epic of Gilgamesh.
The Kelster and I also made up a budget tonight. We're poor. Well, not so poor that we're going to end up subsisting on saltines and wearing white after labor day, but poor enough. So if anybody out there wants to send a few thousand dollars this way, we'd be more than happy to take it.
Life is just one big spasm before the final gasm.
Monday, November 08, 2004
We're studying Kant in philosophy this week. Apparently the man had a lot to say about duty. I can't help myself. I want to giggle everytime somebody says the word dooty.
Q. What's the difference between the Vietnam War and the Iraq War?
A. Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.
Monday, November 01, 2004
It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, but that not every one is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so if every planet in the Universe has a population of zero then the entire population of the Universe must also be zero, and any people you may actually meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
Music playing right now: They Might Be Giants - (She's) An Angel
Take a deep breath. And release. And breathe. And release.
Miss Andrea's Halloween Party/21st Birthday Bash was Friday night. A night in which she apparently managed to get pictures of everybody in attendance except me. Perhaps my "off-duty cop" costume wasn't snazzy enough to get noticed. Nevertheless, good times for all, and Cherryace and I got to spend most of the night playing the "Guess who's a virgin" game.
On Saturday, the fiancee and I decided to try a bit of campy fun and go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Orpheum. Not the best decision of my life. In fact, probably one of the worst. After waiting outside in line, freezing our cockles off in the cold for 45 minutes we finally managed to get inside so that we could hand over $20 of our hard-earned money. After another 30 to 45 minutes, the pre-show started. I'm not sure what theme they were going for, unless it was sluts-on-parade.
It appears that the live theater version of Rocky Horror is simply an excuse for underage teenage girls to dress in ill-fitting undergarments, do some horrendous lip-synching, and dry hump each other on stage to the catcalls and whistles of drunk attendees. Finally, the movie itself started.
I've always been a fan of the movie. I think it's probably one of Tim Curry's best roles, and the songs are inescapably catchy. Despite never having viewed in a theater before, I knew that there were traditions associated with it and lines to yell out at certain points. It appears I was expecting the wrong thing. While I was ready for clever quips and witty lines, the audience and the pudgy "lines guys" who roved around the theater sans shirts simply yelled out a dizzying array of variations on the word fuck. I fear the experience may have ruined the movie for me forever and for that I abhor the now-hated Justice League of Denton.
But after that debacle...
Yesterday I cleansed myself in church. Or at least attempted to. Then I went out skeet-shooting, a brand new experience for me. I'd never even shot a gun before. I think I may have discovered a new form of entertainment for me. My shoulder is a bit sore today, but it was worth it. It definitely comes in handy to have a friend with lots of land and their own skeet thrower.
Tonight I get to write a 5 page paper, do an 8 page take home midterm, and write 2 newspaper articles. I need to start injecting caffeine intraveneously.
My wife thinks I'm awesome.
Days since Dan entered into wedded bliss:
::Required Reading::My beautiful wife
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