I’m now back from the

September 14, 2003

I’m now back from the World Championships of Freestyle Wrestling; specifically, the finals thereof. Remind me to never in my life fuck with any of those people. Here follows my (admittedly clueless) analyses of a few of the matches.

  • Kristie Marano (USA) vs Ewelina Pruszko (Poland) [67 kilos]: U-S-A! U-S-A! Yeah! Suck it, Polacks.

  • Kaori Icho (Japan) vs Sara McMann (USA) [63 kilos]: As you can see, McMann had some nice moves there. By the time overtime rolled around, Icho was tired and showing it, to boot. But McMann got overagressive and lost. Tarnation.
  • Arif Abdullaev (Azerbaijan) vs Yandro Quintana (Cuba) [60 kilos]: Damn, these guys are good. Quintana was in better physical shape, but Abdullaev knew what he was doing a little better, and was able to keep his early lead despite obvious fatigue. His early lead was due to the fact that he can strike as fast as a viper and then suplex you too.
  • Bouvasia Saitiev (Russia) vs Mourad Gaidarov (Belarus) [74 kilos]: Boringest. Match. Ever. There were no earned points in this match; each player gave his opponent two points by failing to clinch properly at some point; the winner was the one with the least fewest passivity penalties against him. That, and both guys were the exact same except for their singlet colours — this match was basically just Ryu vs. Ryu, except with no punches, kicks, acrobatic leaps, throws, fireballs, whirlwind kicks, or dragon punches. Just a lot of Hochuling, essentially.
  • Eldar Kurtanidze (Georgia) vs Ali Reza Heidari (Iran) [96 kilos]: Remind me especially not to fuck with either of these guys. Or the 120 kilo guys, I suppose, but I’m too lazy to write about them right now. In any case, both of these fellows have been world champions in this weight class in the past, and they sure act like it, too, Kurtanidze especially. I almost didn’t see the arm throw out of the clinch he used on the [much larger] Iranian fellow, it was so quick, but I sure saw Heidari hit the mat.

In other news, Iranians really really seem to like cheering for their wrestlers.

Re: Harry Goz See also:

September 13, 2003

Re: Harry Goz

See also: The Captain Murphy soundboard

Wotta day. Previous entries notwithstanding,

September 13, 2003

Wotta day. Previous entries notwithstanding, the evening gave every indication that it would be a good one. I had my choice of three parties to blow off (Abbott’s official ‘Studio 51′ shindig, a ΤΔΦ kegger, and something else for which this was the invitation), I had various friends and substances at my disposal, and I had two raffle tickets to win a 15-gig iPod.

Perhaps I should have taken it as a sign when, in short order, I got my ass handed to me in Soul Calibur and my raffle tickets failed to produce anything but a vague sense of disappointment. Not long after, a slight miscommunication had me ready to go to bed out of disgust, ennui, and sloth, when, as luck would have it, I was informed about another tragic death: Harry Goz. He’s cramming pennies with Alvis now, or something.

Mind you, seeing the last third (and then the first third) of Pulp Fiction made the night end on a fairly positive note.

Hm. So far today I’ve

September 12, 2003

Hm. So far today I’ve definitely successfully alienated a great face-to-face- and online- drinking buddy, and most likely alienated my senior project advisor. Swish! Ah well. I’ll just have to finish this beer and see what else the night has in store.

I was going to complain

September 12, 2003

I was going to complain about the way the insignia came off my flask last night, but then I realized that my problems today pale in comparison to those suffered by Johnny Cash and Jack Ritter. RIP.

‘Twas a good day. Aerodynamics

September 12, 2003

‘Twas a good day. Aerodynamics in the morning, followed by a series of short films about September 11th. This was followed by a meal at Quizno’s, which was greatly aided by this coupon.

That was followed by another instance of Decadence class, after which I talked to someone who I’d thought had disappeared off the face of the earth. As it turned out, she was just wrangling cattle in the Middle West. Who’d have thunk? Not me!

In other news, I discovered, after drinking some beer with some friends (none of whom is the least bit gay), that Wall St. is a great place for football at 2 in the morning.

Toss in some non-shitty developments on Friendster, and you’ve got yourself a wholly adequate day.

Also, thanks for those who responded to my last update. You will be the last against the wall when the revolution comes.

I’m not normally the type

September 9, 2003

I’m not normally the type to fill a blog entry with song lyrics, but here goes.

You are every bit a soldier
I won’t forget you too soon

You’ve got pies in the oven
All across the sea
I’m just here fighting for our liberty
That and a cold glass of beer
That’s why I’m here

…

Ships at bay
I tattooed an anchor right beside your name
An anchor so sure that I won’t float away
It’s under my uniform sleeve
It’s there till I leave

Perhaps I’ll explain why I put the above lyrics in this blog later in this [or some subsequent] entry. For the time being, however, I’ve decided that I haven’t filled enough space here complaining about various forms of drama in my life. I mean, I’m falling behind the blog curve here!

As I was saying, if you’re afraid you don’t loathe yourself enough, just write an email to a good friend of yours while she’s asleep in the next room. In the email, be an ass and make it clear that you loathe yourself and that you know full well that you’re being an ass. Be sure not to state anything that could possibly help any matter at all, ever. With any luck, you’ll have ruined a perfectly good friendship and given yourself a fairly robust reason to loathe yourself in the future. Bonus points: act perfectly normal in the morning. Double bonus points: mention in the email that your normal act in the morning will have been just an act. Triple bonus points: write all about it in your shitty blog, treat it in a flippant manner, and don’t act the least bit sincere or apologetic.

Perhaps it’s the case that I’ve been the agent of my own undoing every time I’ve been undone in my life. If it’s not the case, it hasn’t been for lack of trying. You know, maybe I enjoy ruining things simply because I’m afraid of happiness. I mean, I enjoy the fleeting forms of happiness as much as the next guy, forms like drinking myself stupid, reading the Onion, or making sure [KF] never talks to me again in her life, but maybe there’s some kind of more meaningful form of happiness out there. If so, it must be for suckers.

For the record, I’m damn sorry I’m such a jerk to you, myself, and everyone else in the world. Also, I hope at least one person on Earth has some idea what this is all about, so it looks slightly less insane.

Edited, 15 Nov. 2009: KF’s name removed upon request.

How does Dean Weir intend

September 5, 2003

How does Dean Weir intend on ensuring regular attendance for his ‘Decadence & Modernity’ class? By promising that during some unspecified future class, we will enjoy an absinthe-tasting party. Yeah…

The trek to Brooklyn last night was well worth it, except for the whole wasted hour waiting for subway trains at 5:30 in the morning. Also except for the fact that I’m going to have that fucking door in my nightmares for the rest of my life. Where did it come from? Why was it there? Why was it trying to suck me in?

I can’t wait… I get to spend this weekend with an awesome person, see Cake perform, and blow off everybody who’s going on the Cooper Cruise. What a wonderful time I’ll be having!

Song of the Moment: Flash Man’s music — Mega Man 2

If anybody asks you whether

September 3, 2003

If anybody asks you whether or not classes at the Cooper Union are overcrowded, just show him this picture.

You might also like to show people Nettavisen, a Norwegian newspaper that has recently had such articles as “Switching TV channels ended in murder“, “Lecturer acquitted for erection“, and “Last fart at the Swedish national bank“.

Song of the Moment: “The Dead Only Quickly” — The 6ths w/ Neil Hannon

Want to see just how

September 3, 2003

Want to see just how little people care? Try to buy some beer, show a fake ID with one name on it, then pay with a debit card that has a different name on it. Nobody gives a shit. Sure makes my life easier…

In other news, Blogger‘s been acting up lately, and IE refuses to let people read certain entries in my blog. Sure makes my life more annoying…

In yet more news, Scratch that. What I’m about to tell you isn’t news; it’s been the case for years. Pinkerton is a work of genius. Go and listen to it.

Song of the Moment: “Why Bother?” — Weezer

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