11.30.07
Posted by Lulu at 8:31 pm in and college, Rape, movies
Because Stern is stern, and requires me to take classes I shouldn’t have to take, I have a lot of leisure time.
What, I’m taking the typical 4-course freshman schedule. Calculus. Writing. Some sort of humanities. Microeconomics.
I took calc BC. And AP Micro/Macro.
And I guess Mrs. Golden made me really good at bullshitting essays.
So really, the only class I ever have to work at is my humanities course… which I can bullshit, anyway. It’s just Nietzsche.
I have too much time on my hands!
I know I should enjoy this now, while I can.
So I’m writing a post.
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Posted by Bowman at 5:32 am in games
Ed, Richard, what the hell? Have you guys NEVER even fucking heard of 8-ball pool?
I know you guys are the experts when it comes to videogames - you’ve seen how I am with that. My skills, or lack therof, are not in question here. What is in question is whether or not you guys have ever turned off Wii Play, gone to fuckin’ Main Event or a retirement home or some shit, and actually seen a POOL TABLE. IN REAL LIFE. OH MY GOD. CAPITALS.
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11.29.07
Posted by Bowman at 2:53 am in "reality", review, games
A while back, my status on Facebook was as follows:
Michael is contemplating the existential aspects of tetris.
Regardless as to whether or not my use of the term existential is properly placed or not, a lot of people were confused by this one, and wondered what I meant by this little term here. What are the existential aspects of Tetris? How can a rather simple little game with, you know, squares, be so crazily important to my worldview?
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11.26.07
Posted by Lulu at 4:47 pm in love, "reality", and college, Shoes, Domestic Abuse
hey. this is interesting. a conversation. or, monologue.
”It was intense, And sorry for going on about this, but can you imagine? And it’s such a Lauren thing to do, sitting in the bathtub, naked, with that sardonic smile on her face, knowing that she’s finally been caught. Really, it was like I was there, it was that moment when you know, and he doesn’t know, but you’re about to kill him, and it’s exhilarating. And I felt that. And she felt that.”
This is a boy. He had a dream. That was his dream.
mmmmm. I saw Ashley over Thanksgiving. You may not know who that is. But she gave me a bunch of her thongs because I need them, and she doesn’t. And a jacket. And a pair of shoes. And a bag. And AIDS.
No, I don’t think it’s weird. She’s sweet.
Oh, and my aunt got married. Does anyone know Diana Sun? She’s a senior at plano west. We are now step-cousins.
… jeeeesus. I feel bad for her. It must be tough.
look. this is all ridiculous. and irrelevant. But interesting, hopefully, at least.
ummmm. that’s what i think life is, pretty much.
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11.23.07
Posted by squidink at 11:55 pm in illustration, Pokemon, rock, guitar, cartoons, games
HOLY CARP
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11.11.07
Posted by squidink at 12:43 am in Helsinki
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11.09.07
Posted by squidink at 12:28 am in cereal, illustration, love
And that, my friends, is the source of all our problems on this blog.
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11.06.07
Posted by Varies at 10:39 am in Helsinki
When your friends are being out-of-their-minds stupid, what’s a dude supposed to do? This is a thing I’m not so familiar with, on account of only having friends who are decidedly not retarded. But I hear these tales from the underground about people that I sort-of-knew, and I’m like “Damn, what the hell is wrong with you?” Is it really that hard to intervene when your friends are being stupid? I mean, assuming that you yourself are of reasonable mental faculties, you ought to be able to tell when your buddy over there is making a mess of things. I’ll admit that it’s probably easier said than done. Interventions ain’t no small thang, and watching your friend fall apart is probably funny in some sick way. Right.
I want to know why people think it’s cool to drink alcohol. I want to know why people think acting the fool and getting your party on is super fly. These are the things I’ve never wanted to understand because I’ve always suspected that the truth would be depressingly retarded. There’s no good reason, is there? It’s all some cowardly attempt to stave off the unpleasantness of reality through the use of self-destructive chemistry. Well screw that. I don’t want to inflate my ego by saying that I’m better than all of those loser boozers, but it has to be said. If I can get by without being high, then why the hell can’t they? Anyway, whatever. I’m mellow, for real. And I didn’t need a bottle of scotch to get here.
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11.05.07
Posted by Bowman at 1:35 am in stunts
The other day, I wondered atop the Brazos parking garage for a moment to get a good look at the city of Austin. I looked at Jester and its bizarre and brutalist design, the big city with the capitol building peaking out amongst other things, the Dobie Tower, the rooftops of a few little museums and such, the nearby cooling plant, and the whale-like stadium standing most prominently of all. It was all rather mesmerizing. I looked out upon it kind of a trance, utterly alone without a car in sight and just wind blowing. It was a meditative moment. It had been a rough week. But the night was soothing.
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