rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

tuesday: drove to Valparaiso. made Mary drive (awesome). Uncle Bill went with me to O’hare to pick up Mike and Virginia. now Bill likes Bjork, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.



wednesday: I forget. I saw Andrew, though, and his norse ass still has dreadlocks. and his dog died a couple weeks ago, god bless.



thursday: gained about five pounds, no joke. bears lost – goddamnit.



friday: nothing, then went to Pat’s place, where I proceded to do nothing in the company of other people.



saturday: went to my aunt’s house for a berfday dinner. my cousin turned 25, and my great aunt Nettie turned ageless. all of my elderly relatives have wicked gas, and don’t acknowledge it, which makes it that much more funny when they rip ass.



sunday: went back to Bloomington. Mary drove again (awesome).

three weeks til the end of the semester: get readsey!

1. if I ever wrote something of consequence, something widely regarded as a great piece of literature, then I would run the risk of that piece being subjected to “literary criticsm.” or even more specifically, someone employing the critic’s method of “deconstruction” to it. which would mean I would have a couple hundred college professors who can’t get it up psychoanalyzing me long after I died in order to make a name for themselves.



I’m trying not to be some ignorant yokel who “don’t like what he don’t unnerstand.” really, I’m not. but literary criticism seems to be the art of taking someone’s idea out of context, warping it into something completely different, and then parading the new idea around in front of you like it’s your prize-winning show dog. Melville’s Billy Budd was an interesting and entertaining story until I put it through the criticism wringer for L371. now, it sucks.

bad sunday.

the Bears ate it, some dude told me how it was at work (he was a customer! snap!), and I think my roommate is pissed at me – and I don’t know why. a homey even made cookies, isn’t that enough???

oh well. Thanksgiving is this week, and as each year proves again and again, Thanksgiving is tha bomb.



but, Saturday wasn’t bad.

I bought the new Bjork album, and as each album she puts out proves again and again, Bjork is also tha bomb. and I played so much Halo 2 that I got a headache (guess who’s never getting laid? it’s me!).



and in other news: the Rolling Stones are timeless, David Bowie is a god, and I’m writing Ron Artest in for president for the rest of my natural life. Friday’s events speak for themselves.



god bless. “Starman” by Bowie is awesome.

for the love of God.

http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/11/19/congress.spending.debt.ap/index.html

turns out that, you know, President Bush hasn’t spent enough money that we don’t have to spend. so congress took initiative and fixed that problem right quick!

favorite quote:
“The president commends the Congress for passing the debt limit increase,” the White House said in a written statement that did not mention the magnitude of borrowing involved or its causes. “Passage of this legislation was important to protect the full faith and credit of the United States.”

second favorite quote:
Republicans said they were being responsible because the increased borrowing will let the government pay Social Security benefits and its other bills. They blamed Democratic spending for the problem, and accused them of playing politics by opposing the measure.
“Let’s not use our elderly as political pawns in trade for a seven-second sound bite back home,” said Rep. Kevin Brady, R-Texas.

I can’t fucking believe the House GOP has the gall to blame Democratic spending for the crushing national debt that they just added to. unbelievable.



and, of course, to end –
philrconway: you are suck balls

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

BEARS/COLTS: IT’S TIME TO THROW DOWN.



we’re totally fucked. I’m predicting a blowout. but that doesn’t mean my sour ass isn’t watching the entire game, because I get Indianapolis channels, and that means that for once, just once, the game is going to be on television. I don’t have to go to a sports bar and drop 15 bucks on shitty food. unless Ben gives me the hookup, and you can’t expect that every week, homey! so fucking finally, I’m staying at home. now watch as I get scheduled to work on Sunday. just watch.



in other news, Dave hasn’t bathed in a week since Halo 2 came out (I made that up, I don’t know that for sure) and I found out just how big the Hobby Lobby on College Mall dr. is the hard way.

http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/TV/11/15/tv.cbs.apology.ap/index.html



they fired the producer who broke into “CSI: NY” to report Yasser Arafat’s death. turns out, people got pissed because it interrupted the show and lots of people called in to complain.



it’s CSI, you fucking morons! a world leader died, who has quite a lot of influence in one of the most unstable and inflamable regions in the world, that our government is presently deeply invovled in! deal with the fucking fact that your bullshit cop show (that is such a joke when compared to actual police work it’s not even fucking funny) is going on hold whenever a goddamned news organization has to report the news.



they should give that guy his job back. it takes a special kind of asshole to call in to complain about “CSI: NY.” though I doubt any of you ever will, if any of you who complained ever read this, know that I think you’re all stupid. stupid stupid stupid.

two headlines. one “funny,” the other “funnyinascarywayactuallynoitsnotthatfunny.”



the first one – “Researchers: Pill might stop drug abuse”

http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/11/14/super.pill.ap/index.html



exactly.



the second one – “CIA plans to purge its agency”

it would seem that the White House is fed up with dissent from the Agency, so…

The White House has ordered the new CIA director, Porter Goss, to purge the agency of officers believed to have been disloyal to President George W. Bush or of leaking damaging information to the media about the conduct of the Iraq war and the hunt for Osama bin Laden, according to knowledgeable sources.”The agency is being purged on instructions from the White House,” said a former senior CIA official who maintains close ties to both the agency and to the White House. “Goss was given instructions … to get rid of those soft leakers and liberal Democrats. The CIA is looked on by the White House as a hotbed of liberals and people who have been obstructing the president’s agenda.”

http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/nation/ny-uscia1114,0,707331.story?coll=ny-top-headlines



man, “purge” is such a bad word. when I think “purge,” I think partisianship and of burning bridges and coughStalincough. but, of course, I’m sure Bush has his best intentions when he gets rid of people in the government who don’t tell him what he wants to hear. I mean, the American people would only elect the most capable candidate, wouldn’t they?

I saw “Fahrenheit 9/11″ for the first time last night.

John Ashcroft really does have a lovely singing voice.

props to Wonkette.

http://www.wonkette.com/archives/blue-state-rage-seeks-outlet-025371.php

go to this link. then click on the link this link provides.

see, this dude is pissed about the election, that he’s actively looking for a Bush voter to fistfight with. how awesome is that??



(isn’t it awesome that I’m name dropping Wonkette like I’m so big bad motherfucker? hey, half the game is the uniform. if I look, act and talk the part, then damnit, I am a big dog.)



in other news: Dad and Debbie are coming to visit this friday.

well, goddamn. thats certainly news to me. next time the family comes to visit, i think it would be prudent to run it by those you’re coming to visit. i mean, come on, that’s just common sense.