Kablammo!

What did I learn in class today?

• Benedictine is a pretty nice liqueur.
• “The soul sees nothing that does not distress it on reflection.”
  —Blaise Pascal

Album of the Moment: Absolution — Muse

It’s too bad I can’t stand Dave Matthews’ music, since they’re handing out free tickets to his upcoming Central Park concert a block away from my apartment. Ah well, such is life.

Song of the Moment: “Jambalaya” — Hank Williams Sr.

Why the fuck can IE not render any page properly? What a fucking pain in my ass. I’ve had to reëdit so many entries of this blog because IE either explodes completely or decides to randomly indent stuff where no indentations belong… Cheesus.

$10 says I’ll be forced to alter this entry 5 minutes after I post it in order to maintain some basic level of IE-compatibility.

Song of the Moment: “Mamy Blue” — Dalida

OK, so I watched 6 episodes of Law & Order today. That’s not a crime, is it?

Song of the Moment: “No Surprises” — Radiohead

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: The Captain Murphy soundboard

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 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 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 in the morning, followed by a series of short films about September 11^th. 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.