the fire hydrant

Another Friday Night

2007-01-23T01:53:00.000-08:00

Opening Sequence: (woman in shadow atop a balcony, as if waiting for some cue to come downstairs that she doesn't believe will entice even a step)

i remember the day we met:

Another Friday Night

Another Friday night looms in the dorms and there's nothing worth doing; the party is lame, and the people are petty; every movie watched, every video game overstayed its welcome.

Just Before Dawn
All Those Days Are Gone

...
So she falls asleep every night just before dawn
And closes her eyes
As the sun starts to rise
'Cause all those days are gone

Sometimes she pretends
The sun it has finally begun to come to an end
Luminous nights
Of lonely streetlights
Sometimes she likes to pretend
...
Pull down all the shades
And try to forget how all of the memories fade
Memories that bled
A curtain bright red
Time to pull down the shades
...
All those days are gone
As far as the stars are away from the midday sun
Memories so bright
In a spinning twilight
But all those days are gone
...
I'll trade the moon for the sun
But this feeling for no one
She said that everybody wants to be here

All those days are gone
As far as the stars are away from the midday sun

Jane wakes up in the early afternoon only to be involved in a terrible series of bouts with siblings, parents, and even pets. "Why do you even come home any more," mom retorts "when you don't care?"

One Starry Night

...’s room gets too small one night
(he) takes his whole apartment outside
Down at his desk he sits and writes
Under a streetlight

One starry night just like tonight when these
City lights seem like candlelight
One starry night somewhere between midnight
And sunrise everything will be alright

On the steps someone plays guitar
Carrying into the dark
Far off a saxophone begins following along
Writing the same song

One starry night just like tonight when these
City lights seem like candlelight
One starry night somewhere between midnight
And sunrise everything will be alright

... hears the music play
Sees ... and suddenly the lights change
Dare she let her heart take this one chance?
She says "do you want to dance? "

Siempre

Everytime is time to go
in many ways every dream is like a long road
with little time I will fly within your sky

Everytime is time to go
Everywhile is for us to hold,
along the way your destruction is my life
With little time, I will fly between your smile
cause everytime is time to go,
and everywhile is for us to hold
in many ways every dream is like a long road
it's my desire to protect your lips with mine,
with mine. . . .
Oh it's sad and lonely,
in all I believe is not lost,
oh it's sad

Along the way to love with everything behind
for many hours we will be fugatives of time,
cause everytime is time to go,
and everywhile is for us to hold
everytime is time to go,
and everywhile is for us to hold,
Everytime......

Then it all basically goes to hell.

Plaid Magic

2005-12-27T10:12:00.000-08:00

I really do like the format of blogger better, but it's so gay that they let gaywads like spammers and me leave messages on people's stuff. If they got rid of the spammers maybe I'll return but my Xanga site gives me enough creative freedom to merit recording and reporting the crazy adventures that I go on.

This is my life and the random advenutres that lie within... http://www.xanga.com/PlaidMagic

Also, I have composed a temporary theme song for myself and that is available at http://abecker.tripod.com. I kind of like it with Tito's line at the beginning. BHS band people will recognize the first eight seconds of Persis(t) [Katy and I always added the 't' since Persis isn't a word.] I think I tried to download it a few years ago and the connection got cut off, but I got eight seconds and it sounds interesting with the agressive rising bassline.

A Message from Ballgame99-- 10 May 01

2005-12-24T01:25:00.000-08:00

Well now I seem to have gotten myself all worked up. I got my 23 studio back up and running and for the first time get to do the editing from when I got the camera on. We're talking March of 2004 here, back when Poag won the MTSU film festival with 8:59, his 22 minute masterpiece that would get him a job with Quinten Tarintino and, if history proves me right, finishes a 3-time sweep of the MTSU film festival... 2 down, one to go.

I have another really old chapter to tell tonight and I don't know if anybody reads this but I'm looking for perspectives that differ from my own. Ok so I found out in that message I found from Nov. 2001 that fourteen-year old girls got an irksome "stalker" perception of me because I was trying to get someone to go to prom with me. This seems innocent enough. From the way I see it, and I may be telling the story to favor myself a bit, but I liked Lindsay so I would pass by her locker between classes and stop to talk to her. Maybe I did this a bit much, but what do you expect from a friend, right? I'm a good-ole lover boy, at least I think so, so I just start trying to make friends. I meet my other friends next to their locker whenever I pass by, make a few jokes and move about my merry way. I don't remember being excessively excessive, although I did try to script how I would interact with her, later to learn from my studies of Neil Straus and my major in Communications that that's a really good idea. After all, communication always has a rhetorical function (artful production).

My point here is that my actions were justified.

Lindsay hung out with Zeger, Amy didn't like Zeger, when Seth Howard and whoever weren't around I didn't have too many other people I could turn to. James wasn't my pal yet (and really still isn't), André picked on me, the works. I wasn't popular, although I guess the kinda freaky kids liked me. But they were funny to talk to since they're all characters, and what I liked to do was go group-to-group and chat with everyone. Still do this today, in fact. I'm too ansy to stay in the same place for long, and anybody that's seen me in public knows what I'm talking about. It's what made me a great leader in scouts and a decent follower in band, that I could get along with anyone when I had to.

Boli was a different story. The most annoying person on the plannet and I've had to room with him on two major trips. That's how big of a loser I am/was. I don't want to see/hear from this guy again. Now to my credit, however, for all the pranks I pulled on him to soothe my hurt feelings from being weird/a freak/unpopular, it was largely my efforts that finished his Eagle Project. I went out there and with him and his dad built 18 picnic tables at Holy Family Church on my flex Wednesdays and since his dad was hurt and Boli had to manage, I was a fine workhorse. There is a lot to be said for Andrew's Character, even if he can get annoying or edgy when he's in one of those "zones."

Anyway I couldn't get rid of Boli, and I couldn't get rid of Zeger. I guess Zeger and me were competing for the same future-lesbian, who is also still the coolest person I have ever met, and I've met Triple H, driven Sally Ride around Destin, and had Bill Frist in my living room. Zeger and I liked Lindsay, Amy didn't like Zeger, I was associated with this from what Lindsay tells me in our Nov. 2001 discussion, and this is how it came that Jenna caught wind. Then she told Rachel, forever turning Rachel against me. I hope you read this post, kid, and let me know if this is right or not. I studied impression management for two years and if this is true than I was fighting a battle that I never could win because I was unfairly tried. I know my actions didn't help any, but that's not from lack of effort. The deck was stacked.

Fine, I'm weird. But I'm also the best damn guy in the world at what I do (by rank and by experience), or more modestly (and this is how I feel inside when I'm not worked up like this) at least good enough to suit my needs.

On May 10, 2001 Lindsay issued me an apology. She has an amazing way with words, but that is to be understood because she was so rediculously cool. And still is.

She may have wanted to avert being my girlfriend (for now-obvious reasons), but realizes that all her actions were trying to destroy our "healthy friendship, strengthened by more than a year" (her words.)

Further that "All wars have a turning point," and the one between me and her happened on May 8th in that same year of our Lord 2001 at the Brentwood Public Library. That's a story for another time, but she and Erin made a demonstration when I showed up after walking to the library from home (6 miles) I happened to see them. If I can walk 6 miles and have it coincide with anyone's study schedule which I do not have, then I am the best stalker in the world and deserve a cookie. Alas, I am not that good. But they stood up and left me there with a wide-eyed "hello" and a confused smile on my face. In her words,

"What should have been a funny delightful episode, (ferrets, way to go), ended in my relocation from the library away from you. The true turning point came at the instance that I gathered my things to leave. I looked down at your face, and your eyes told the whole story."

"Your eyes told me how immature I have been. Your eyes showed me the pain you must have felt when a friend turned against you. Your eyes asked me why. Not, by any means, that I am the most important thing in your life..., bu
t I could still feel your pain. I can't imagine what I would do or how I'd feel if one of my friends did what I did to you. My self esteem would almost disappear; I would feel worthless. I am dreadfully sorry that I put you through that disaster."

Does this sound like she's writing to a stalker? Sure I thought the world of her, in fact I still do, and we continue to be the best of friends and this whole episode continues with the people that got infected with what THEY THOUGHT Andrew Becker was all about. And I can't shake that no matter how I try. About my resolve, she continues:

"I greatly admire your strength and the pride with which you held yourself. I admire the courage you had to make those phone calls to make our relationship better through communication even though I rarely cooperated. I thank you for staying strong and maintaining the strength and pride to keep our relationship alive."

Now look, all I wanted was to be friends and all worked out. Why can't this work out with Rach? Does this nasty episode have to continue into 2006? Why won't she just give me a chance to explain my actions that she condemns me for, without even fully knowing the story or the action!!!?!!?!??

Now that I'm strong and have my life together, it's time to sue for friendship. Have a nice day.

Plaid Magic

2005-12-21T04:23:00.000-08:00

This is my life and the random advenutres that lie within... http://www.xanga.com/PlaidMagic

broken

2005-10-09T07:45:00.000-07:00

man that hurt!

Andrew is my hero

2005-09-30T01:02:00.000-07:00

I have the most sporatic taste in music ever. Yesterday in Birmingham, Jump rocked my face off. You should feel sorry for my face.

tigersloth: look at elizabeth's away message
bigmoo55: ha

Auto response from WrEglBby: Andrew is my hero

jemiard: you're a hero?
tigersloth: haha that's the third time i've been asked that in 5 minutes
tigersloth: yeah
tigersloth: she needed to record something for french
tigersloth: and i have all kinds of equipmetn
jemiard: ahh.. what did you get out of it?
tigersloth: just that so far
jemiard: you need to say you have to do her, but instead of you, it's me
tigersloth: that's going on Xanga

I made Ward of Jump, Little Children crack up during their show.
tigersloth: i was wearing a $7 white suit from the thrift store, and said "ward is hot" when the music hit a grand pause. TOTALLY MADE HIM CRACK UP DURING A SONG!!!

tigersloth: one of my friends was all up on me... apparently she didn't know what all was in a "Grateful Dead"
tigersloth: the people around us thought she was hilarious

I didn't realize they were done touring...and this was the last stop
They got emotional and started to cry after the show (but before the first encore). They left on a high note; and rocked it like a magikist.

The jam session totally whipped Saddam Hussein's ass wif a belt.

I considered how I've come from after the SugarBowl to here in the year, even using Jump songs in my movie. And now the dock, and the SugarBowl, nay the city... and the band
Are gone... just like that

in retrospect maybe the saddam pictures don't really fit the flow of this post, but whatever

The Sloth Patrol

2005-09-25T23:53:00.000-07:00

I miss the Sloth Patrol. It was mine.

Santiago, Chile (August) Dec 1998 - Jan 1999 World Scout Jamboree
We adopted the name The Invisible Sloth Patrol because we were the most efficient and dominant of the four patrols, and therefore we were done first with everything and could hang around playing rummy or carving my name into the table. I actually got in trouble for other people carving DrU (my name for the occasion) into the table so many times, since we were donating the stuff to the Chilean Scouts. It was cheaper than flying it all back to the US anyway, I suppose. The patrol patch was a hammock, and this patch remained my personal symbol to the patrol even still.

"We're the Sloth and we don't linger
If you don't believe me you can pull my finger"

The Invisable Sloth Patrol August 1998 - August 1999
My first major leadership position, I was given a patrol and used a blank patch and made a copy of the flag from the world jambo, which was a sloth silouette cut from a piece of felt and sewn onto another piece so that the flag was green & red interchangably. It actually became a thing of merit to steal my flag and for me to chase them around and beat them with a metal tripod chair. On the patrol bench and everything, I misspelled "Invisible" so I just changed the patrol name to "InvisABLE" so that we had some sort of inspiration in the name. Or maybe I just spelled it wrong. I prefer my version.

I think the defining moment is when we took second in a cooking contest with our signature recipe "Sloth Bread," which was Monkey Bread with 8+ different types of sugar. Despite taking second, we pretended we won and had a pizza party on the grounds that we won. Vive la Sloth.

The Senior Patrol September 1999 - May 1, 2000
I was promoted based on my merit to Senoir Patrol Leader. I was the millineal SPL, a position that I maintain I was extraordinarily dominant at, succeeding in having one of the most stable times in the troop history, as well as creating my own campouts and the like. It was during this period that I joined marching band, so in perspective, I was the dominant leader and in addition to that I marched and was, to my credit, never caught unprepared for a meeting.

As SPL I was the MC of the meetings, and I came up with some things like "Scout Law of the Day" (because I thought that would be kinda funny) as well as the 1st official Iron Chef cooking contest. I had one of our older scouts dress in the Iron Chef "robes" from the Japanese cooking show, and a gong so that he could walk the isle and go "ala-kazim" or whatever Kobi says and start the one hour contest. It was a classic moment, perhaps because the "robes" were a ninja halloween costume and a cape if my memory serves me right.

I also put together a campout in its entirity because they didn't want to schedule one in Febuary and I wanted one-a-months. Trust me that my campout is a memorable one. Just trust me, haha. I resigned my job on my birthday to become a Junior Assistant Scoutmaster, because there was a demand for leadership and I was willing to let others have their chance. Oh, how I now wish I'd taken one more year. Luckily it was not my last stand, as time would later reveal.

(#4) The National Honor Patrol November 2000 - March 2001
I continued to be active (and often still running behind-the-scenes) as I finished up my Eagle badge, but quickly became kinda bored, so I went ahead and shot the idea of a "Super" Patrol, one designed of older boys to earn a "National Honor Patrol" award, which had never been done in Troop One's (now 95 year history). I think that we're still the only partol to get one, much less two (it may be three I don't remember if I finished the last one or not). To do this we had to have two advances in rank (we had four, including two of us became Eagle, and some kind of patrol "adventure." But we always have "High Adventure" so I wanted a "Low Adventure" trip. So we went to Birmingham for a little XFL.

The Birmingham Bolts played the Orlando Rage to Triple Overtime in what would be my first of many football games in the state of Alabama. I had this guy that was dressed as "Boltman," the XFL's first (only?) non-official mascot sign my patrol flag. Then he got to go on the field by the cheerleaders and walk around all mascot-ty. He told me he was at his "coming out party." How quaint. I guess it was a big day for him too. Some fan ripped part of his Bolt off in the second overtime, and he looked kinda upset about that. Poor Boltman. I can't believe he signed "Boltman" on the Sloth Flag.

(#5) Student Body President Elections Febuary 2001 - May 2001
Say you've just polished off not only your Eagle Badge, but also your first Eagle Palm (thus on track to become the highest-ranking member EVER of your 90 year-old scout troop), and also a National Honor Patrol? Oh plus I had just gotten elected Senior Patrol Leader for the National Jamboree in 2001. I was pretty full of myself. So I asked someone to put me in my place, given that I wanted to be a bigger main event. I challenged an undefeated class president for the Student Body Presidency, and lost (although they wouldn't release the actual numbers, so I think that there's a chance that I could have been really close... or maybe even won and got screwed...haha). But I got to learn a lot from what was almost sure to be a loss from the start, but I went down swinging.

You Dropped a Blonde On Me

2005-09-08T23:18:00.000-07:00

Friday, September 09, 2005

Currently Listening
You Dropped a Bomb on Me
By The Gap Band, Yarborough & Peoples
You Dropped a Blonde on Me (yes Blonde)
see related

YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY THE

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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO FUCK 8 Unfortunate People Up IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU'LL KNOW YOU'RE REALLY FUCKED UP! IF YOU BRAKE THE CHAIN, YOU'LL BE CURSED WITH A DISEASE SO BAD WE CANNOT MENTION IT'S NAME FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE SO PASS IT HIT WHO EVER YOU THINK IS FUCKED UP!

If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

THIS JUST IN... it worked
IT WORKED!!!

WrEglBby: night
tigersloth: i hope you feel becker
WrEglBby: thanks
WrEglBby: eww
WrEglBby: wait

today totally whipped Saddam Hussein's ass with a belt
although school is still boring
today rocked it like a magicist

Blonde #1

2005-09-07T23:15:00.000-07:00

Currently Listening
Wings of a Butterfly Pt.2
By Him
wings of a butterfly
see related

My new (original) Phone message
Newton dropped an apple
And two apples fell
One upon his head
One to the wishing well
That someone might explain
Our worries be quelled
How a man dropped one object
And two apples fell

i heard a country song that said something like "it's better to hate being yourself than to enjoy being somebody else" there's something to that, but i'm not sure what, and to what extent

i asked out the blonde's replacement using the line this time "You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon" on the back of a recipt. if nothing else it was a fine way to play "blonde roulette"

"Never Say Fail" (1901)
Words by Charles Swain
Music by Frederic Woodman Root, 1846-1916

1.
Keep pushing 'tis wiser that sitting aside,
And sighing and wishing and waiting the tide,
In life's earnest battle, they only prevail,

[REFRAIN]
Who daily march onward and never say fail,
Who daily march onward and never say fail.

2.
With an eye ever open, a tongue that's not dumb,
A heart that will never to sorrow succumb,
You'll battle and conquer, tho' thousands assail;

[REFRAIN]
How strong and how mighty who never say fail,
How strong and how mighty who never say fail.

3.
In life's rosy morning, in manhood's fair pride,
Let this be your motto your footsteps to guide:
In storm and in sunshine, whatever assail,

[REFRAIN]
We'll onward and conquer and never say fail,
We'll onward and conquer and never say fail.
http://www.pdmusic.org/root-fw.html

HBK noooo

2005-08-21T21:28:00.000-07:00

I found my copy of the movie Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter finally

The First Testament says "An Eye For An Eye"
The Second Testament says "Love Thy Neighbor"
The Third Testament... KICKS ASS!!!

In other news my AUsome internship with Mix 96.7 FM kicks off tomorrow. I don't know if I'll ever be on the air, but I think I'm doing production stuff. I don't particularly like the music, but any station I'm on has the Beckerman seal of approval, assuming that I did in fact have one of those.

Somebody actually pulled a knife on me for saying that Mr. Brightside and The Killers were crap, which they are; c'mon people. And if you don't believe me, their stupid fans pull knives on people.

Also I learned swing dancing basics Friday after MEETING GINNY OWENS, AND HAVING HER AUTOGRAPH A VEGGIETALES BASEBALL (i have a blind girl's autograph on a baseball)
I also got the entire concert on camera, if anybody wants a DVD copy.

The Philosophy of Music

2005-08-04T04:40:00.000-07:00

2. Walton’s theory of fiction

"make-believe," imaginings, fictional worlds, implicit principles

How is it possible to apply such a theory to our musical experiences?

What is the connection between fictional narratives and music?

How is it that we can enjoy musical works that we have listened to before?

Kendall Walton, “Fearing Fictions,” The Journal of Philosophy, 75 (1978)

3. Emotions “in” the music

Ascribing emotions to music: philosophical benefits and objections

Analogies between musical expressiveness and human expression

Peter Kivy, "To express and be expressive," in The Corded Shell (1980)

First paper due

4. Traditional formalism and versions of formalism

Traditional formalism: absolute music as “forms” lacking representational content

What is the connection between fictional narratives and music?

Meyer’s musical aesthetics and psychology; “information theory”

Again, how is it that we can enjoy musical works that we have listened to before?

short excerpt from Eduard Hanslick, On the Musically Beautiful (1891)

5. Narrative interpretation of absolute music; narration and representation

Similarities and differences between narration, “absolute music,” and “plastic arts”

intentionalist and non-intentionalist interpretations of artistic meaning

Is narrative interpretation possible from a philosophical perspective?

excerpts from various writers

Second paper due

6. Emotions “in” the listener

Theories that explain how or disprove that we are emotionally affected by music

Why do we enjoy and listen to sad music?

Peter Kivy, "Feeling the Musical Emotions," British Journal of Aesthetics, 39 (1999)

Jerrold Levinson, “Music and Negative Emotion,” in Music, Art and Metaphysics (1990)

7. open week

Third paper due

8. Musical works

Theories that attempt to explain what a musical work is

excerpts and handouts

9. Musical performance and transcription value

Stephen Davies, “Transcription, Authenticity and Performance,” British Journal of Aesthetics, 28 (1988)

Fourth paper due

10. Criticisms of jazz and popular music

Carl Matheson and James O. Young, "The Metaphysics of Jazz," Journal of Aesthetics and Art Criticism, 58 (2000).

11. The “imperfections” of jazz and other considerations

Lee B. Brown, “’Feeling My Way’: Jazz Improvisation and its Vicissitudes – A plea for imperfection,” The Journal of Aesthetics and Art Criticism, 58:2 (2000)

Fifth paper due

12. An aesthetics of rock music?

Bruce Baugh, “Prolegomena to any Aesthetics of Rock Music,” The Journal of Aesthetics and Art Criticism, 51:1 (1993)

13. The cognitive value of music

Berys Gaut, "Art and Knowledge," in Jerrold Levinson (ed.), Oxford Handbook of Aesthetics (2003)

Sixth paper due

Your Lies Become You (Monster Magnet)

2005-07-30T18:59:00.000-07:00

The Hobby Lobby

2005-07-28T00:58:00.000-07:00

So I returned to Xanga and now apparently I have people that like my work. I guess not always talking about Rachel treating me like shit (because I treat her like shit) and not copying Tito's stuff and actually being creative and using it to express myself has some merit. Plus it's fun to make these pictures and cool to see the lyrical poetry with a picture of either me or the band or whatever. I wish I knew how to make the .gif file have moving parts like the wrestling belts with the lights like the one above.

So I think I've found a way to get into Vanderbilt for the spring, because they have a degree that doesn't require a GRE. They're still taking applicants for THIS fall, strangely enough. Maybe (hopefully) I can get in this time and get the degree that is actually better than the one I applied for four years ago. Same GPA four years later, but a nice little War Eagle Bachelor of Arts. I want to stick it to Vanderbilt, then make them proud of me and get my Masters' in Education.

I need some cooling down time at Auburn. I'm not really insane now as I have been in the past, and in fact for the first time in a long time I may have a fine grasp on the way things are and how I need to behave just to be that much stronger of a person. I'm so close, but AIM really messes me up.

The Great American Bash

2005-07-24T10:43:00.000-07:00

K. Here is the paper topic: How does Austen's depiction of the process of falling in love bind together erotic, ethical, and sociable life in such a way as to redefine the content and value of companionable marriage? So of course I'm reading Emma. Easily the most unromantic of the three major austen works.

again stolen from Emily... stealing this script might just be easier than actually writing it

Today is the WWE Pay Per View The Great American Bash so i'm doing my normal pre-game routine, and actually wearing my AUMB Hornline Game Day Shirt because that's where it's at. Duh.

So tomorrow James says we're going to Percy Priest lake to jet ski and whatever and raise hell like we always do... and I still have the leftover mortars.

At the skatepark a week ago Andre sent me upstairs to cut a lock for a kid who lost his key. I managed to break the lock, the locker, the lock-cutter tool and still wasn't able to get the damn thing open. I was sent to break the lock, though, and that's what I did. I saw that they had to saw the gears off to get inside yesterday when I went by. I'm so stupid.

The last time we were at Percy Priest lake we were jumping off these 50 foot cliffs. Sometime since then I was helping a boy on an Eagle Project down there who said that they were rezoning parts because people were jumping off cliffs. If they made them private property, then they might scare jumpers out. Except that they only closed off the cliffs that were 20 feet high, because they didn't reasonably thing that people jumped off the bigger ones. This made me feel hardcore.

The last time we were there I played fetch with this dog. Someone threw the stick, and I raced the dog to the stick. I think I even beat him once or twice, to his dismay.

After The Great American Bash PPV I may begin the new Harry Potter, which I found at the grocery store, just because I don't know of anyone who reads Harry Potter after watching a bloody fight for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Don't Scare the Criminal

2005-07-23T22:39:00.000-07:00

"really now, that's the third life you've lost in the same manner... when are you going to realize that you can't startle the criminal, because he's the one who's afraid, not you. What you feel you cannot control, but you must, because lifes are expensive, and we need you to complete this training for the rapture. we just might need yo u after all"

the scientific community of heaven, R&D, life psycology

"besides he's the kinda kid who would want to run into a terrorist just so he could kill it"

WELTANSCHAUUNG

It’s just a matter of how you look at things

Stone Cold Jane AUsten

2005-07-22T15:34:00.000-07:00

stolen from Emily's away message

Emily: "Well...how do I look?"
Amy: "Perfect! Maybe a nice boy will dance with you...or better yet, maybe a nice boy will snub you.."
Emily: ::is nonplussed::
Amy: You know, Darcy?
Emily: As yes, so I shouldn't take it personally when the fabulously wealthy good looking one won't dance with me?
Amy: Yeah, he'll come around
Emily: And we'll live together on his estate in Northern Georgia?
Amy: Exactly.

So I went contradancing because Erin Jones told me too, and Lisa Qualman and some other chicks were there and some older people that were cool and probably would be funny to talk to drunk... (describing stuff in stupid ways is fun).

My "shadow" said that I did very well, and some other woman asked me if I was a professional. They have professional contradancers? Hmm...

Maybe I'm actually good at random stuff. This was the most grappling I've ever seen without a bodyslam.

Working on my thesis again, this time with an issue on Impression Management. The example i'm using (as usual) is my own, where one has his own primary group of friends, but wants to join a new group. In a way, sort of like a musical artist seeking a new group of fans, like when Kid Rock did that song with Sheryl Crow.

I'm trying to figure out how to mend a previously broken relationship (kinda like coming to like a band that you previously disliked), or maybe change a relationship to become better friends.

What advice would you give to someone trying to make or renew friends who in the past he has either offended or annoyed?

Or maybe like with you, how do i become a better friend since we don't have much common ground to talk about? Response requested.

So I was driving to Gatlinberg, and two trucks had both lanes in front of me.
I was in the right lane and an oil truck next to me had a ladder that i realized i could reach. So i pulled down my window and tried to grab it at seventy miles an hour while driving.

Just because.

Andre in the car behind us called me to say "dude, that was amazing" You gotta figure had I lost my arm, it would have been a really cool way to lose it.

tigersloth: by the way i think it's funny that you hate me
i4sqwudge: hate u?
tigersloth: yeah you hate me, remember
i4sqwudge: no i never said that
tigersloth: yeah, it was implied
tigersloth: i may be stupid, but i'm not dumb
i4sqwudge: k well think what u like, but i dont hate you
tigersloth: well you don't like me either, so that's pretty much the same thing, minus that voodoo doll that you would stab if you hated me
i4sqwudge: voodoo, lol. not liking is far from hating

I kinda wonder what that "I don't hate you, just never talk to me I don't want to see you ever" means.

The Next Six Months

2005-07-21T22:00:00.000-07:00

Well so I guess it's time to look ahead to the Grand Finale of my undergrad career. December 16.

FEAR THE GRE. October 22. Wait that's LSU! March 11.

i've travelled 1000 miles this week... i need a rest

so Andre is not only going to RIT (Rochester) for free (more expensive than Vanderbilt), but he is also being put up in a hotel where room service is his meal plan.

not bad for not graduating from highschool. i think he showed all us nerds up.

since i graduate in december i'm going to go live with him until they kick me out for awhile

Internet Scam Legend

2005-04-25T23:00:00.000-07:00

I'll continue yesterday's story later, because tonight I ran into two faces from my past, at least one of whom I am a legend to.

So I went to the library because my mouse is broken, and ran into Carolyn Moon, who marched flag corps for 4 years in high school, and is in one of my classes. Nothing special other than some talk about who's where and who's gay now, and the people that some gay women liked that I also like(d). If one of them reads this, which I doubt since one in particular appears to hate me, now you know that both me and her would totally like to make endless love in the dark. Or even in the light unless you've gotten chubby.

I'm an internet scam legend. Not bad for 20 years old.

The second fellow I ran into runs the local Quixtar internet business thing that saved me $1600 on my horn, despite being an internet scam kinda thing... somehow I scammed the scammers. (Btw, if anyone knows the pickle, I hear she's buying a horn and if she wants I can probably get the same deal. It would be my pleasure to serve my friends and scam scammers at the same time.)

So the Quixtar guy remembers when I got introduced to this thing. They sit around and explain the business cycle to you in a confusing way that makes you think you can make millions by doing this. I said "woah, is this some kind of cult, do we get special code names, can I be Mr. X." And otherwise I squirmed and asked stupid questions during the presentation. The Quixtar guy tells people about me who are the "higher ups" in the business, which I find flattering.

So, I'm an internet scam legend. Not bad for 20 years old.

The World Heavyweight Championship

2005-04-25T00:12:00.000-07:00

So college is now basically a formality. It's over, and it's official at Christmas. I do reserve the right and option for another semester or two towards a masters' degree and maturity time. What happens if my AU Honors' Degree can get me into Vanderbilt after all? Am I still the kid who wanted to be Mr. Bush? Or am I, as I believe, the kid who wants to be the World Heavyweight Champion.

Yesterday I met The Blonde and her roomate at the mall and in addition to underwear shopping (that included bras so comfortable that I wish we had another cross-dressing fundraiser show... I'll address this issue/fetish later or in another post because I love the story), we stopped in KB Toys. As the girls wandered the Barbies, I slipped away to find the wrestling action figures because I'm gay like that. They had toy replica belts (little plastic ones for kids) of the current and a former version of the World Heavyweight Championship belts, and I bought the newer one because the ladies found it more 'pimp.' I guess that's why Triple H had to win (and subsequently lose) the World Heavyweight Title on TEN different occasions. He has a chance to make it eleven next Sunday, on my 21st birthday. On the next day, May 2nd, the last day of class at Auburn, The Rock (who is no longer employed by the WWE despite being an EIGHT time champion himself) turns 33 years old.

My mom tells me that I'll never become the World Heavyweight Champion. How's that for support, eh?

Tonight was essentially my Senior Music Recital, since I'm a Senior (with 117 hours) and performing in a small group setting for the first-time-not-in-drag and last-time-as-an-undergrad. We played three pieces which are forgettable, including the some Kanon by Haydn. I tried to tape it, but the remote I had didn't have the range for me to control it from the stage, but I probably would have just taken the audio out and added some Rolling Stones just to make myself look like a rockstar.

Jill told me that Dr. Schaffer and her say that I'm really not a bad player, but I never learned to play the instrument right. Case-and-point: only two weeks ago did I learn how to cup the hand in the bell for tuning. This is my tenth year playing. I blame the lesson-giving lady at BHS.

Now that I'm starting to improve, my collegate horn career appears to be at end, unless I should march one more year which appears unlikely now. In any case, what more is there. We won the national title (Sutler Trophy) or tied for it 3 years I've been here, gone undefeated, won 3 bowl games, whipped Tennessee thrice and Vandy twice and Western Kentucky a lot, so that takes care of schools where I have friends at for bragging rights.

If I intern in Atlanta I can go straight back to wrestling school. (to be continued)

Bored

2005-04-19T21:07:00.000-07:00

Today was my last day of concert band ever.

I need some adventure, or at least to get some work done. Sometimes I wish I had to work harder, but these core courses are stupid. Extra credit assignments of all things, and I really don't need the points. There's just nothing to do right now, although I have been training in the gym regularly. I just need some adventure. Maybe I need to drive to Atlanta and spend sometime getting beat up in the ring. It's fun to me. Maybe I just need a nap.

Only 13 more shopping days until my birthday

2005-04-18T18:32:00.000-07:00

I made it in the yearbook twice.
On page 7 i'm making a shirt, and on page 73 (i think) i'm wearing it. Go me! I didn't even know we had a yearbook.

Ska weekend = Knoxville = April 30 = my birthday weekend

The blone owes me seventeen bucks.
If only I had listened to William Shakespeare "neither a borrower nor a lender be"

So somehow I still don't have a date to this week's dance. This is bizarre because I know of people that I would love to take and who would love to go with me, but neither of us are in the band's greek organizations. They make these things so difficult. Although I don't belong at this thing, it would be nice to go since (as far as I know) Auburn Honors doesn't have a dance.

I wish I was cool like my UT associates and held my own freaking prom.

I'm still not sure whether I like Xanga or Blogger better, so I'll just keep dual posting. Not that it matters since I'm not cool enough to have fans.

coposted at http://www.xanga.com/private/home.aspx?user=PlaidMagic

Yesterday

2005-04-16T10:50:00.000-07:00

There seems to be some confusion on the plains about exactly what happened just after 3 o'clock PM yesterday afternoon. I saw Wesley driving on campus stopped at the stopsign on Thach next to the library about to turn left. He waved at me and said "hey." So I jumped in the drivers-side window and crawled across him to the passenger seat. Then I said, "hey, would you mind taking me home?" and he did.

Then it was casino night at the commons, and the games were pretty easy to hit it big, but the raffle at the end went to a girl who only had 3 $500 tickets in the hat, and not me who had a whupping 25. So I'm a fantastic gambler, except when it comes to winning the home entertainment system. I guess I'll be coming over to your house for surround sound. That'll be cool too since we can make out on your sofa.

Time Cube

2005-04-14T23:23:00.000-07:00

This book is about darkness. Its pages document one of the most devasting religous epidmics of our, or any other, time - an infection and communicable disease of the human spirit fro which there is no easy cure, and which afflicts not only the "carriers" but nearly all religious believers - including our children, the futer of the human race and the future of the Church. The book should be read attentively by all who are concerned about or resposible for the religoius welfare and spiritual development of others.
This disease, the source of "ungodly rage" of the title, has a name..."feminism." The evidence contained in these pages has caused a few sleepless nights for some bishops and clergy who have regarded the feminist influence in the churhc and feminist issues.

From Ung♀dly Rage - The Hidden Face of Catholic Feminism by donna steichen (who just happens to be a catholic and ex feminist...)

I found the above book for The Blonde who was studying lonely in the library and I was nice enough to brighten her day. As fate would have it, God decided that on this day I would be a messenger for a former-feminist-anti-feminist Catholic. Somehow I'm starting to percieve my religion as feminine itch. But that's probably because of this random-ass adventure to Atlanta:

Tito and I drove 5 hours roundtrip to Atlanta to see www.timecube.compresented to us. Apparently we live cubically instead of singularly or something like that. All I know is he had two chairs in the front of the room. One with a sign that read "RESERVED FOR THE PRESENTER" and one "RESERVED FOR GOD," who apparently did not grace us by sitting in HIS chair.

Both signs are in my car right now. I stole his and His sign.

Oh, and there was one guy there in a yellow raincoat with a large bottle of cranberry juice. Tito and I were, by far the coolest people in the room by far. This is even nerdier than a Weg party.

Then Tito and I wandered around campus because both we heard music and couldn't remember where on the Georgia Tech campus we had parked. Following the music like sheep, we discovered the shepherd was a Christian band playing on campus (so here's where all the Georgia Tech girls who don't go see stupid speakers go!) and I swiped a brown bag off the table. I figure, I've already stolen signs from one religious sect I don't belong to, why not just add this to my tallay? Move confidently into their midst.

Some guy saw us. I'm not sure if he saw me stuff my sack into my shirt, but he fed us some tasty hambergers and we talked about the signs which were taped to our shirts (Tito got the "Reserved for God" one, leaving me with "Reserved for Professor" which for a religious group--especially with me being Catholic-- is kinda creepy after all).

Deep in our conversation, some guy that was both at the Time Cube presentation and resembled Arthur Fonzereli from Happy Days came by and we made fun of the craziness. Here we are, in the middle of Atlanta, and we went to see some guy speak who we don't care about, we steal his signs, I buy one of his shirts ($15, I think I'm the one that got robbed), and now we're trying to decide whether to stop by my old wrestling school or go to the house of the Homestarrunner.com people, since we had their address from a package they sent Tito.

Then we listened to Wesley Willis and went home. I'm kinda in a bit of a timezone jet lag, and sorta worn out from 2 tests that I took under the influence of some luck that Cori gave me and also 2 workouts involving a 600-pound lift with my calves.

Oh and the brown bag had a brownie in it. Stealing is ok if there's a brownie involved. I was kind enough to share it with Tito, although I took the larger piece since I went to the trouble of yoinking it.

The Nation of Domination

2005-04-13T16:00:00.000-07:00

Know Your Role, Jabroni. Know Your Role.

Duggar Is Alive

2005-04-01T13:20:00.000-08:00

The potion stirs...

Jik and I ran into, of all people, Tim Duggar, or "Neo" (I was "Fabio" in our little tag team experience.). We exchanged phone numbers and he is in a band called The Smartest Monkeys and he said something about living in California. He spent $20.02 at the gas station where all the cool people go.

Dad and I rocked the $233 roundtrip tickets to the Grand Cayman Islands, which were obliterated by Hurricane Ivan, which evacuated Alabama and cancelled school for Auburn three days before the LSU... (LSwho?) game (which we won 10-9). One of my professors stayed at the same hotel we did = Nuts.

We continued our vacation (which I think was more of a chance for him to figure out where my head is... good luck-- by the time he thinks he knows the answer, I'll have changed the question) in Atlanta at the Ritz Carlton where Michael and I watched the NCAA dunk/3pt. contest with Dawn, Amanda-"licks-a-salad," and "Stupid-Eric."

Despite our attempts, we could not get in touch with Elizabeth or The Blonde/Blone, so I left long messages on their phones of whatever literature was in my hand at the time... a CNN brochure and a pamphlet on the Ritz Carlton's comfort system.

I have also outlined my next 2 musical forays, and will probably re-insert the Fupa-Queen back into the movie that she starred in before I removed her character for her being stupid. Note, if you're in a film, especially if it's mine, only I may act stupid to me.