“…I’ve noticed that Halloween is an excuse for chicks to come to parties dressed as whores for no reason. They wear these little tiny skirts and high heels and all this makeup and look just like hookers. But they always say that they’re dressed as something else: “I’m a French maid”; “I’m an exotic dancer.” Even if they’re dressed like something unrelated, like a cowgirl, they still look like whores, wearing a bikini top and boots and nothing else. Who do they think they’re kidding?”
-Aaron Karo
(thanks to Mer!)
I think that it must be terribly hard to move from a mindset of entitlement and belonging to the white privelege to a new (and unwelcome) reality of being a part of the disenfranchised part (majority?) of the population to whom advertisement is not focused on. I am saying- it may still feel like they’re still telling you to buy their shit.. but it might not be for you right now- for whatever reason.
Sometimes it doesn’t take much to make me happy… a warm hoodie, some flavored coffee, a smile…
I’ve been listening to WRPI 91.5 FM lately, and right now it seems to be a James Brown marathon. Wow.
I’ve got a few saved-up rants I’m going to go over now. You’ve been warned.
1.) What am I, like 9 years old again? For the past few weeks I have NOT been able to keep my shoes tied. We’re talking about having to re-tie them at least once on the way to class, and an average of once per shoe during class. What’s up with that?
2.) What’s up with squirrels? Seriously, if they didn’t have bushy tails they would be almost exactly like rats. They’re all over campus. If you walk past a garbage can there will almost certainly be one of these guys looking at you or jumping out at you. The other day our cat had one cornered in the bathroom. We wouldn’t be so calm about them if they were RATS would we?
3.) I want to make pizza. That would be awesome.
4.) I tried to fix my stereo. That’s pretty hard. I managed not to break it much worse than it already was… but it turns out that there are tiny lightbulbs in there, and I would have to unsolder like 30 little pins from a PCB if I wanted to replace them. Fuck that!
5.) Numbered lists. It seems like in the past, when the going got tough, I made a numbered list. At least one of the numbers would mention studying and have a few cuss words. “Study, damnit!” So, I need to clean my room.
That’s all for neow. That’s what a cat says.. NEeeeeoW!
MDN: WaiWai Japan… it’s a weird country
EO Newsroom: New Images – Honolulu
You know, once wireless/sattelite communications are as reliable and fast as fiber optic, there will be no reason at all that the intellectual workers cannot populate the really nice parts of the planet, bringing lots of taxable US dollars to the tropics. Win-win situation, right? Maybe I’ll talk about that in the ol’ thesis. Don’t worry, I’ll make good and sure to post that one when it’s done.
I think that in an earlier post, I said that acid is a really bad drug. One of the things that I hold against it (and most hallucinagens) is that it can lead you to believe that you are having a really introspective, philosophical examination of all sorts of things. Really though, it’s just making you feel fucked up. Alcohol, on the other hand, can make you feel kind of like that, but I find that the main difference is that it slows things down a lot and you can stil sort of justify what you are talking about.
Alcohol makes it hard to produce something new, but it lowers your inhibitions. It slows down your timeframe (I think… i am under the influence as I type this, so I may have a bit of a bias) but on the whole I don’t believe that it alters your perspective much, or changes what you think your knowledge is. I haven’t done acid, but it seems like people on it will say really simple (and strange) things, and think that they are profound in some way. They say them repetitively, and alter the repitions without any apparent goal. Honestly, cable TV and (real life) fraternity living hasd shown me a few things about drugs that I am glad that I have not had to learn from experience. I won’t have to deal with the wasted time, and I won’t have any sort of lingering aftereffects. That’s the beauty of booze- if it’s an occasional thing, a hangover only last for a day or so.
I might not remember what she looked like, but I’ll always remember the time I saw a woman in a bar, and my first words to her were an offer to buy her a drink. I was not rejected. I never did buy her that drink, but it felt like a bold and grown-up thing to do. It’s the sort of thing you see on TV, and in the movies. It’s how people flirt in those shows. Is that how the bar scene is in real life? I don’t know, I don’t really do bars.
So, I’ve started makin my shirt covered with CDs. It’s a lot of work- chances are great that I won’t make CD pants.
fuckin sweet! solidworks 2003 has some boolean type stuff 