It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments What up. No, that title doesn’t have anything to do with anything.

So, it’s been several days since I blogged, and I can’t really remember when that was or what exactly happened, so I write down what I remember and also make stuff up.

The last blog appears to have been written the Saturday before last, I’ll start with the following Sunday, which was mainly filled with Church and sleeping. I think it was Father’s Day or something, so the family and I went to Logan’s Steakhizzouse or some crap like that. After sleeping, I believe I proceeded over to the Winter Wonderland where I and assorted other college-aged folks as well as Speed Racer played ultimate frisbee. Ah! Speed! No! That was fun. Andrea took the time to show me ye olde 300-level college spanish texbook, which looked fairly easy. I wonder what she’s majoring in, sorta. Probably teaching or Spanish or teaching Spanish, but I don’t know if I’d put ‘getting married’ by her or not.

Wait, what kind of idiom was that I just used? Come to think of it, I can’t even remember if ‘put something by’ means affirmative or negative of the something, so I’m adding an ‘or not’. I just bet the reader loves this stupid stream-of-consciousness crap. Ha ha ha.

So, I think on Monday I commandeered a Soyuz capsule and battled outer space pirate aliens in the name of Truth, Justice, Glastnost and Perestroika. Or maybe I just banged my shoes on tables and shouted random threats at representatives of other world powers. I can’t really rememeber.

Tuesday and Wednesday were spent practicing saying ‘Senator, to the best of my ability, I do not recall’ in the most convincing manner possible. Trust me.

Thursday? Senator, to the best of my ability, I do not recall.

Well, Friday night, at Kaya, they still got love, and the Sharkbar was poppin’ like it’s a night club. Actually, I think I contemplated calling people up and doing something on Friday, but never did.

Yesterday, Saturday, I swam, and swam and swam. The dorks fixed whatever was broken with the pool, so you know. I’ll probably be partying over here sometime soon. But rememebr folks, I need silence to mind-meld with the Internet.

So, uh, today, church was, uh, um, uh, interesting? I don’t know if I can even use that word anymore. I’m so glad I won’t have to attend there in a few months, it is so incredibly horribly screwed up. Come on Rangar, SHALALEIGH! I mean, the Jesus stuff isn’t so much, the people aren’t; I like the people, it’s just, so… guuuh! We went to Fazziol’s for lunch, and seriously, all these other random people from church went there as well, which was kind of odd. I didn’t really get a chance to say hello to any of them, eventhough I meant to speak to one of them and didn’t, because I’m a lamer. We then went over to Amanda’s house, of whom I’m not inherently that big a fan, but her older brother Will was there, and he is most excellent. El Baile decided that we needed to eat some cookies, so he and I procured the items and he cooked, because I’m wasn’t so hot on using somebody else’s oven for my own evil bidding.

Afterwards, I went home, and slept, or something. Uncle Jim then came over, and we tried to get the router to run like it used to, but we’re going to have to talk the the ISP’s sysadmin or something because it’s beyond our ability on this side to un-screw-up.

Now with the play-by-play out of the way, I can get at the commentary, or whatever, if the reader is still, uh reading.

I’m getting in to this whole going to college thing. It’s too bad I’m not able to go to Germany and stuff, but, you know. I don’t really care, the more I think about it. And it’s not as if I ever wear shorts ever anyhow, so it’s not like Harding’s silly repressive ruling regime of “no shorts before 2 PM for reasons we will say have nothing to do with perfectly justafiable reasons such as ‘modesty’ or ‘maintaining a more formal learning environment’ or ‘we’re a private university and you don’t have to come here– from our perspective, at least– so we can have whatever rules we want as long as they aren’t brazenly illegal’ because the people who have eventually become the rules committee weren’t the ones who made the rules and are too afraid of getting in stupid flawed-logic arguments with J. Random Student than being simple, concise, and justified.

So, if you read the comments for the last blog, the Purple Pimpin’ Chariot de Mathhaeus Flavius Doggimus Maximus has exploded a piston rod, but will recieve a replacement V8 Interceptor engine for about 2 grand. Bypass the Nanker Valve? How are we going to bypass the Nanker Valve? At about the same time, his hizzouse’s primary computer exploded, and he’s since lined up a replacement which was also probably about 2 grand. He got it today or something, and it seems to be most excellent, although he may be having a problem with his onboard NIC, but he’s shooting the trouble as I type. On a side note, though, is an onboard NIC really a NIC? Doesn’t the C in NIC imply ‘card’, which, by it being part of the motherboard, it is not? Sounds like a conundrum.

Not to be excessively pompus, but I was pleasantly suprised at my ability to almost completely translate a letter written in Spanish to English quickly without the aid of a dictionary. Of course, I needed it a little, but it was only for some phrases that didn’t actually add to the meaning of the letter so much as they were there to make it flow well. I guess it pays more than the $25.00 to test off as the 3rd best top-level Spanish high school student in the state. Let’s make smoothies… FOR SCIENCE!

Also, as it seems I’ve hinted at in this whatever, I’m an uninformed incompetent lamer. I SMELL A COMA WEDDING! Don’t let that get you down, though.

Finally, the title of this and most, if not all, of the struck-through text comes to you courtesy of Sealab 2021 and Space Ghost: Coast to Coast. I’m not that random. I’m Egyptian!

Oh, I forgot the BONUS:

Here’s some funny quotes from bash.org All of these are clean, but not everything there is, so be warned if you’re not into that.

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