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monday, september 17

Wow...I'd forgotten how bad all the material I originally designed for this site was. Intentionally. This is bad, too, but sadly it's not intentional.

And now, a song:

hey hey we're the monkees
people say we monkey around
there are more words to this song
but i don't know what they are

Thank you.
posted at 14:37

Hmmm.

I'm telling you all, it's Iraq, dude. Couldn't the government just check out, versus saying, "Iraq's bottled up?" (I'd link that, but I don't remember where I read it.)

wednesday, september 12

Those sick fucking bastards. They announced it:

Jesus.

I suppose that's the email address the FBI and others are trying to find in logs...
posted at 20:40

tuesday, september 11

Jesus. H. Christ.

How does one respond to this? How does one go about even commenting on it?

I woke up this morning around 9 (having finally fallen asleep at 7). It was a beautiful day outside, and my cold had gone away somewhat. I made some breakfast, flipped through the Times, went outside to have a cigarette.

I came back inside and laid down on my bed. Then Eric calls.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Yes," I told him, since even though I'd been up for an hour, it was still pretty close to the truth.

"So you mean to tell me I have no idea what was going on?"

I said no, and he proceeded to tell me everything that was going on, as I started to shake uncontrollably and had to hang up.

I understand now that, even in these circumstances I had overreacted slightly. I believed, in my cold-afflicted, pre-classes mind, that we were now at war, that it was not a terrorist attack but a first attack by some rogue nation. It took me a while to recognize that it wasn't a nuclear attack, that no country was behind it but some sick-minded individuals who decided that we needed a warning (the word "only" is in no way acceptible in this case).

I also know that now, 6 hours after I was informed, that my family is safe, that my father and aunt aren't in danger, even if they aren't getting out of the city all that soon. My mother is still at work in the Bronx; my sister at school with students who aren't nearly as lucky to know that all their loved ones are safe.

Like I said above, how I am supposed to comment or respond to this? Right about now the only thing I can think of this, and how I really should go give blood.

Everyone...be well.

monday, september 10

This whole insomnia thing is getting old. It's not fun anymore.
posted at 08:44

Mired is back online!
Mired is back online!
Mired is back online!

So i'm not making it through this all nighter as sanely as i usually do. Sue me.
posted at 05:42

sunday, september 9

MAJOR PHILOSOPHICAL STATEMENT ARRIVED AT WHILST WALKING HOME BUZZED:
The purpose--and meaning, I suppose--of life is to have fun. Why else were we put here? It doesn't matter whether "fun" to you is getting fucked up every night, or worshipping god (that's lower case for a reason, so there), or going dancing, or working your ass off. Whatever you enjoy doing, go do it some more. That's why we're on this planet.

In related news, I'm going to sleep now.
posted at 05:49

Why are the return addresses for my New York Times subscription Palos Park, IL and Woburn, MA?
posted at 05:38

saturday, september 8

This is bad. Real bad.

http://slashdot.org/articles/01/09/08/0238200.shtml.

friday, september 7

Seen today in Dif. Eq.: A shirt.

   Bark Vader               Bark Maul

     [Pictures of Darths Vader and
         Maul, but as dogs.]

                DIB
            Dogs In Black

It's kind of depressing to think this, but it's possible that the "let's make fun of Dubya by making up words like 'glichitude'" genre of humor is running dry pretty quickly. Or maybe it's 5:30 and I'm square in the middle of the unfunny hour.

You know, the unfunny hour. Where no matter what you say or do, people ain't gonna laugh.

Actually, "glitchitude" is still pretty bitchin'.
posted at 05:33

A quotes page. It's coming. Soon.
posted at 02:15

I really should start thinking about updating this site regularly. (I was about to say, "again," and then stopped myself.)
posted at 01:52

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