Kablammo!

Earlier today, I walked past a parked cop car, glanced in the window, and saw an officer inside playing solitaire on his laptop. Better than looking at porn or something, maybe.

Some time later, I was forced to admit, over a meal of nice Japanese food, to somebody I don’t even know all that well, just how little work I’ve done so far on my senior project. Bite me.

Then I discovered that 1895 (philistines click here) is an abso-fucking-credible film. Wait, that didn’t come out quite right… In-fucking-credible might work better. Yeah. Anyway, Estonian Animation Festival, I’ll be back for more tomorrow, if you can handle it!

Song of the Moment: «You Won’t See Me» — The Beatles

Jesus, I just saw a guy order salt and vinegar on his french fries. Live long enough and you see everything, I suppose. I’ve heard of salt&vinegar potato chips, and I suppose I’ve become resigned to the fact that some people are broken enough to enjoy them, but I’d never seen anybody order salt and vinegar on his Pommes Frites before. Damn Brits, making life worth living with their delightfully depressing and mopey music, then making life horrible again by making people contemplate salt and vinegar fries. Ugh. I get shivers just thinking about it.

In other news, my manufacturing midterm today could have gone better, but would have gone worse in a just universe. Perhaps I should be grateful, but I refuse to be. The fact that I learned more of the information covered on the test from investment-casting industry promotional videotapes than I did from my professor or the textbook tends to sadden me, for some reason.

Song of the Moment: «Spiders» — System of a Down

Yeh, Boston was fun, I suppose, while it lasted. I found a great deal of mirth in some stuff that caused others nothing but distress (thanks, Pour House!), met a random Esto dude who I know feel like I’ve known for years, and discovered that my best friend in the world might be a nifty machine manufactured by the Polaroid corporation. Drank a bunch too, looked at pictures, walked around with old friends, blah blah blah, the usual. Pictures to come, when I get around to it.

In other news, what really concerns me is my total lack of concern for my current situation. Kudrick, Chiu, me? Fuck if I know, and looks like ‘fuck if I care’, too. Am I too lazy to even bother pissing my existence away?

Song of the Moment: «Erase/Rewind» — The Cardigans

What follows is a vain attempt at recreating the peerlessly beautiful entry I had a minute ago, before Blogger ate it.

Just so you’re all aware, this dude is one sick fucking motherfucker, as evidenced by his decision to host some hot Krang-on-Michelangelo action.

In the stolen-from-other-blogs department, I have to say that mildly educational “stripz” like this make baby Jesus cry. Are they deliberately made to be so wooden, unfunny, and downright uninteresting? At least bullshit like this has the excuse that it’s just a well-made spoof (albeit a well-made spoof with snazzy licensed merchandise). Oh, by the way, what’s the deal with misspelling everything intended to be read by children? Are we actively trying to teach the young and stupid to pluralize things with a z?

Maybe you don’t think this MNFTIU comic is as funny as I do, in which case you’re a godless Communist. Have fun rotting in hell, you son of a bitch.

See you all in Boston tomorrow!

Snog fo teh Momnet: ¡Clandestino░ — Manu Chao

There you have it.

Remind me to stop editing my entries entirely in the Blogger window, so Blogger stops fucking eating them when I try to submit them, at which point I really don’t feel like starting over. Ugh. Mrtzlfrtzl piece of shit.

Sometimes when I’m feeling completely idiotic and worthless, I like to walk around randomly through the streets of New York, slowly getting soaked by the drizzle and smoking a clove. See, smoking in front of the anonymous throng of strangers populating this great metropolis is vastly preferable to smoking around people I know, since those strangers don’t know that I don’t smoke. Those strangers, therefore, treat me with just the regular level of righteous indignation afforded every smoker, and not with the extra twinge of disappointment I’d otherwise get for being a fucking sellout hypocrite loser.

Anyway, I managed to fuck even that up today, by accidentally meandering right past a friend’s apartment and bumping into him on the street, clove in mouth. Ah well. Such is life, I suppose.

I was asked an interesting question today: can I even really consider myself a student at this point? I maintain that I can (class attendance rates and the amount of work I do notwithstanding), but it’s something to think about. In other news, I think I’ll be skipping my humanities class tonight. It’s not that bad, though, since I’ll be going to a school-sponsored and school-hosted literary event where I’ll see «New York’s finest actors read great short stories».

Song of the Moment: «As Serious As Your Life» — Four Tet

Had a great time nerding it up this weekend. Pictures, text to come. For now, I’m just going to state, for the record, that the Minibosses are even better live than they are in mp3 form. Also, I met fucking Swampgas, and saw a guy make Ninja Gaiden 3 his bitch. And now I need some damn sleep.

Song of the Moment: «Castlevania 2» — The Minibosses

Highlights of H370 today?

• Chasing absinthe with absinthe
• Ng3: «Does ‘toss me off‘ have anything to do with tossing salad?»
  Weir: «No, it means ‘jerk me off’.»

• Some Oscar Wilde quotes, most likely.
• And that’s the extent of it, I think.

Yeah. So there.

Plus, this mix CD I’ll be sending to Italy shortly is nearing completion; mexcellent. Want a copy? Just ask, I suppose.

Song of the Moment: «22 Steps» — Andy Stochansky

I’m currently pregaming for my decadence class, which will feature the presence of a certain green fairy tonight. All’s well that ends well, and hopefully all that starts and continues well is well as well.

Tomorrow at this time I’ll most likely be in a Volvo en route to the Mid-Atlantic Gaming Fest 2003, dressed as Luigi. ::takes a swig of Hollandia:: At least it’s got Luigi colours, I suppose.

Speaking of beer, my days of underage drinking are coming to an end. And that’s upsetting. I mean, what’s the point to drinking when you’re 21? It just seems to miss the point a little.

In other news, täna Hr Lembit Kütt mulle kenasti seletas et kuigi tema harilikult ei kirjuta õpilastele ülikooli soovituskirje, tema kirjutaks neid mulle hea meelega. Professoriga rääkida eluplaanidest Eesti keeles tundub veidi imelik, aga samal ajal tore. So Arne, you’re not the only one with that luxury.

Welp, time to get my clothes from the dryer.

Song of the Moment: «Crestfallen» — Plus Minus

See also: two posts below, where I’ve inserted links to pictures as appropriate.

Song of the Moment: «Never change lovers in the middle of the night» — Boney M