there's a whole lot of shaking going on around here lately. welcome everyone to the blog. am i qualified to welcome people? um. i hung out here before it was cool! so there.
today in iowa there was nearly a war of the parking lots. people in our humble apartment complex routinely get pissed at one another because of friends parking behind friends. threatening notes are left on cars, bonfires are set and thoughts are had about immolating the loud party people. tow trucks are summoned. everything came to a head when we contacted the landlord about parking rights, and he said something like "if your friends park in my lot i'll charge them five dollars per day." thanks, lad grove. he would charge his dying mother for the privilege of kissing him goodbye.
right now people are standing outside in windy, freezing-rainy, ten degree weather, and theyre screaming. i keep thinking about a friend of jen's who once walked across the hiram campus (which is smaller than some city blocks) wearing only a t-shirt, and when she got where she was going she had frostbite on her nipples. so tomorrow there are probably going to be a lot of sore nipples around here. im weak with anticipation.
i think it's funny that we were all indicted for racial insensitivity. i'd like to go on record as saying that i laugh at Japlish despite being fully aware of the reasons it sounds like it does, and that i dont think asian people are less human because their language has no liquid sounds in it (r's and l's) and follows a completely different syntactical system than English does. or that there are cultural differences. i just think it's funny that someone said "all your bases are belong to us." i mean, these video game companies make truckloads of money. cant they pay some poor schmo to sit in their design room and say, "Umm, evil overlords don't usually greet their prey with 'Good morning gentlemen.' And naming a coffee 'BM' will make Americans think of poop."?
i know a lot of people who could do that job, and who would love to have the work. how about it, nintendo?
tim, i dont know about you, but i love baptising cats. my sister had six of them, and my mom had two more, and this created the potential for a lot of tormenting. i mean them tormenting me, and me trying to retaliate but realizing that, in terms of evolution, claws and sharp teeth are a better advancement than stubby seven-year-old fingers and my war cry of "Yo Joe!" that i borrowed from a favorite cartoon. i still have scars. so i say, baptize away, joe; baptize those cats in the fiery flames of eternal damnation.
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