F.Y.I.

Narratives about places I've lived in and the people I lived with may begin cropping up.

Rick Rosner (smart dude)

My hero.

Reggie Warren Jr. UFC Interview

Bon Idee

I applied to a college in Manhattan and already ran into a SNAFU. That acronym always says SNACK-FU to me. Food fucking is overtaking my comprehension of vocabulary. Provided they let me in, there better be enough financial aid to cover housing and a dorm for me to call home. Otherwise, the classics major will be FUBAR.

I am not the type to lay out grand schemes to more than one person within the circumference. If ideas are released, they may take lives of their own and never return. Bon Idée syndrome. Those who never cared before suddenly become bonded. Such has been the case for the past year, especially concerning various relatives who have always had preconceived assumptions of who I am. As if what I purport to know about myself is not a projection thrust upon my eyes. Do not 180 on me when you are still afraid of your mind being inseminated with seeds of reality that you are repressive about.

Now, since hypocrisy is what the human experience is all about...

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
- Stephen King

A Night of Surprises I Couldn't Witness

Gomi lost to a gogoplata.

Depressed.

Sakurai beat someone who idolizes him.

Love Sakurai. Don't ever compete against your idol. Train with them. Better yet, don't have idols.

Hendo KOed Wandy.

Hendo has been underrated.

Rua KOed Overeem.

Yeah, Rua's great rah rah.

Trigg impressed the world.

I support honest people, Trigg being one.

Nog got KTFO 23 seconds in.

What the fuck?

He Kicked Him in the Penith

He was injured, injured bad...

Congratulations Gina

I Support Global Warming

I support global warming and all the greenhouse gases we can muster.

Global colding does nothing but make my midget man breasts convulse to the rhythm of hypothermia.

I get drunkish without alcohol, from 5-8 PM and 2-4 AM.

Don't push away people you meet from years back, even if they're odder now and you only talk to them every three months or so. They probably think the same thing about you.

I've seen a dog sniff coke in America and a cat hung, boiled, beaten, skinned, and cooked in China.

Cable internet will be the death of any potential productivity I had built up.

Cokeheads are wonderful companions. Crackheads make wonderful eBay suppliers.

Mr. Loofah thinks atheists are extremists.

I am NEVER going to Japan. You scare me.

Falafels.

No, I am not such a big good guy. You just perceive me that way when my penis isn't tucked.

Alice Miller has been inducing Oedipal dreams of egoism and love with random women.

Tango is a hypochondriac homieo, next to be eliminated. Boston and Chance in the finale.

An email brought complete closure. Bon voyage.

I joined Phi Theta Kappa honor society for dishonorable reasons.

Google Reader is a Xenu-send.

I hope G-Unit and Dipset kill each other and start a hip-hop arms race towards a global cleansing of dumbfuckery in entertainment.

Pharcyde, Rakim, and Danger Mouse & Jemini have been easing my mind.

Face on a Milk Carton

On sabbatical.

Still reading and linking.

Freeing the world one hobo at a time.

Your Holiness,

Mik Nahoy

Even Though I Despise Recognition

Since I was just invited into The National Dean's List® and an honor society a few months ago, I should clarify that what currently irks me includes uninspiring teachers (narcoleptics included!) and meaningless classes full of assignments that impart no knowledge whatsoever.

At least I don't go to a university...

"A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in students."

- John Ciardi

Quotes are crutches for slothful originality. Don't use them. You can't recreate the moment it was said. I can back that up with a few words from Emerson.

Mushroom Clouds of Hope and Healing

Everyone needs to get their dicks out of 24's nuclear arse. No, it is not right-wing Fox News/Bush war mongering agenda pushing bias. It is what is known in the obscure language of English as a "drama." This whole bias syndrome of fear has spun out of control.

Save The Litany For Deceptive Literati

And two, you dropped a hundred and fifty grand on a fuckin' education you coulda got for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library.
- Will Hunting

Yeah, I identify with that character. Minus math and genius. That line sums up my lifelong battle with formal education. After the ghost encounters, I went on a spree of knowledge concerning all things paranormal. That led into everything about the Old West, Asia, and all sorts of history. Martial arts mythos. Politics. Military history and various wars. Organized crime. Religions. Whatever struck my momentarily idle mind. Life, television, and the library seemed to do a better job than school. By the 4th grade, I wanted out. By the last proficiency test in middle school, I calculated the amount of new math and science that would be used in daily life. I only went to spend time with everyone I knew. The uninspiring dribble also bored me. I'm the type that needs continual stimulation.

Moving here cut all the strings between me and school. Sure, I was a 3.8-4.0 student with my circles. Then I started getting in trouble over truancy, which didn't help forge strong relationships. The only thing I cared about at that point was learning the amount of math I'd need in everyday life and improving my writing ability. After the 8th grade proficiency test, that was it. More trouble eventually led to dropping out of high school at 15. A GED came immediately after. GEDs are 10x easier than proficiency tests, BTW. Those aren't too hard either, excluding the math portion. Sometimes I wonder if they approached me about dropping out because they'd toot my own horn, which they did often. Big turn-off for me, as I am already very self-critical in wanting to improve. They gave me an IQ test when I was 14 and never told me it was one until I got the results out of the blue. 125. It was a big deal for them. I could have cared less. It's all about attitude. I could give a fuck about anyone's number.

Now I'm here. I could graduate in two or three quarters. There's no career incentives for a bachelor's, so I don't see the point in going for that. There may be a higher salary at stake, but not in the creative fields I wish to pursue. What about backup plans? I'd rather invest into my main focus. What about intellectual stimulation? See above quote.

The path I've taken sounds idiotic. It is. People have always expected more out of me. They point to this or that with a layer of suggestions. Before long, you get caught up unkowingly working towards what they want. Maybe they're just scared, since they all seem to worry that I'll end up static. Faded whispers of what was and could have been. There isn't much to show for right now, so they could be right. It's quite possible that this degree won't even be completed if a good job comes my way. Checks to save. There's an almost frightening single-mindedness towards escape. Who knows what lies across the bridge. Everyday I prepare myself for something new. It isn't long before you realize what's new is really 75% old.

I know what certain people I knew would think.

In twenty years, if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill you. That's not a threat. Now, that's a fact. I'll fuckin' kill you.

I still got a lot of living to do.

Per M.O., U.N. Will Do Nothing

Taken from The Daily Telegraph via BLACKFIVE.

The first indications of possible sexual exploitation emerged within months of the UN force’s arrival and The Daily Telegraph has seen a draft of an internal report compiled by the UN children’s agency Unicef in July 2005 referring to the problem.

This paper has learnt of more than 20 victims’ accounts claiming that some peacekeeping and civilian staff based in the town are regularly picking up young children in their UN vehicles and forcing them to have sex. It is thought that hundreds of children may have been abused.

Now it has been suggested that they take the reigns in Iraq, a clusterfuck in and of itself.

And this is supposed to be the moral authority of the world? Nobody is.

I'll save Darfur myself.

Woman Dies Drinking For Wii

Courtesy of ABC News

A woman who competed in a radio station's contest to see how much water she could drink without going to the bathroom died of water intoxication, the coroner's office said Saturday.

Jennifer Strange, 28, was found dead Friday in her suburban Rancho Cordova home hours after taking part in the "Hold Your Wee for a Wii" contest in which KDND 107.9 promised a Nintendo Wii video game system for the winner.

One Foot In Both Institutions

I will soon be able to solemnize marriages. All I have to do is fill out an application and send it in with a copy of my minister credentials and $10.

Updated the political stuff. After voting in the Republican primary to get Blackwell off the ballot (didn't work), my party has been listed as Republican. I need to call the Secretary of State's office to get it changed back to Independent. I considered changing it to Democrat, but I'm split on my views and get a foul taste from the thought of losing independence. Partisan hacks are politihoes. Then again, I could become a moderately conservative/libertarian Democrat, which is better than being a lonely Republican. Neither is better than being yourself.

Decipherable Ruminations

Paradoxical paradigms parachute parasitic paraquats.

Face it, circles multiplied are divided.

Sisyphean movements at the behest of strangers.

Clutching an ever-present need for refined circumstances.

*not a poem

The Good Shepherd

As Lt. Col. Dave Grossman has pointed out, we are divided into sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. Then, there are the shepherds who give the sheepdogs the means through which to herd us. The Good Shepherd is a fictional blending of the CIA careers of James Jesus Angleton and Richard M. Bissell, Jr. Clocking in at 2hr40min, it is a subtle tale of distrust and sacrifice cast upon the choice between family and country. Do not walk into the theater lacking cognition in search of an adrenaline rush. Perhaps the MTV effect is what caused the rest of the audience to tire out in confusion. I loved it. This is a thinking man's film, with attention to detail required. Heavy interest in the history of the intelligence services and the Cold War are a plus. Maybe that's the only reason it held my attention.

FYI, the aging process for the main character, Edward Wilson, takes place in his glasses. De Niro is not a big fan of makeup. Don't expect much dialogue from Wilson either.

Embarrassingly Heartbroken

We lost. Lost BIG.

I spent the whole game yelling "Do something!"

Troy Smith couldn't, and didn't, do anything. Nothing. Heisman jinx? Hardly.

Ginn got injured celebrating after the first touchdown. If he's smart, he'll go pro.

Sure, I could say there were a few bad calls that may have affected the outcome. But there were chances squandered.

And on and on...

Congrats Gators. You deserved the win. You were the better team tonight.