Mental Poop

Saturday, November 30, 2002
Did you know that Never Say Never Again is basically a Thunderball rehash, and isn't considered part of the official James Bond canon? That's why it wasn't in the James Bond coffee table book with all the gadgets, girls, and guns.

I alliterated. On purpose, no less.

Friday, November 29, 2002
Thanksgiving was neato. Honestly! I spent it with Rachel&Co, so it had no family strife.

And then, and then, and then, we watched the extended version of Lord of the Rings. The first part, obviously. It was SWEET. I nearly peed my pants (although that may have had something to do with the not-wanting-to-get-up thing, as well as the it's-nearly-4-fucking-hours-long thing as well). Anyway, I was in heaven (well, not as high up as one could get in heaven. More like a lower level of heaven - true, God-shining-light-and-bliss heaven would include a chilled late-harvest German riesling, maybe a Buttery Nipple, a back massage, 5 select males in attendance, and probably a second viewing just because there were too many distractions the first time. Ooo.).

So, yeah. Lots of fun, and little badness. Excellent, I'd say. I'll try to get the 4 pictures or so up soonish; I was unable to catch Rachel before she got out of her lovely corset (she's got to break it in for Dicken's Faire), so there you go.

And my cold is getting slightly better, thanks for asking.

Wednesday, November 27, 2002
So, I posted the survey on the WiGU board. So far, so not too scary.

I've actually gotten some really insightful answers, and for that I am so fff-ing grateful. I am doing a little dance right now in happiness. I'm not kidding.

Oh, and my cold has gone to heck in a handbasket. I might get to drug myself up on OTC "medicines" to be able to function on Thanksgiving. But that's ok - more fun for all of you!

I'm going to try to remember to recharge my camera's battery so that you can see pretty pictures of Thanksgiving at Rachel's. With any luck, some of them won't be non-family-rated. Hell, it's Thanksgiving, and maybe my illness will put some people off the idea of me-as-dessert-course.

Who am I kidding.

For once, I'm going to spare you a mental image, mainly because it is not flattering to me, and that's what counts.

Tuesday, November 26, 2002
Quick ole post before bed.

Plough was mahvaleous, dahling. I mean, honestly. It made up for a nearly eh-crappy day. Oh my lordy.

And oh my lordy, was it windy! Holy crap.

Monday, November 25, 2002
The really cool thing, though, is that I sort of look like one of those guys in "Scanners" right before they blow up. And kind of like pictures of the moon. And also sort of like an alligator...but a scary X-files mutant alligator from hell who shoots death beams out of his eyes and creeps out of your bathtub at night to suck your skin off, and sing Copacabana in your living room.

That's how mental images are MADE.

Sunday, November 24, 2002
Will&Gabe's birthday party was GREAT.

The boyfriend of one of Morgan's housemates is really good with balloons, so there were a lot of balloon animals, hats, jungle gyms, mazes, swords, and other amusing shapes. It was cool. The guys liked/loved their presents, and there were 4 bottles of Bailey's. It was neato.

There was even enough room to dance. How cool is that?

Die Another Day: Saw it on Friday. Buckets of fun, despite the seats 5 feet from the screen. A Bond joyride, as it were, with a slight update of his character. By that, I mean he wasn't portrayed as completely invincible - he's captured, fer chrissakes, and tortured for an extended period of time. But he's got a sweet ride, gets some sweet sweet secret agent lovin', and HAS A FUCKING SWORDFIGHT. IT WAS GREAT. The rest of the movie was ok too, although I could've done without Madonna being all look-at-me-make-innuendos-and-see-I'm-a-star-and-I'm-in-a-Bond-movie-and-I-CAN'T-ACT-AT-ALL.

But yes, I enjoyed it.

The song stuck in my head currently is this:
The Doors: People Are Strange.

Thursday, November 21, 2002
Che taglia porta?

Well, lessee. I thoroughly enjoyed It makes me want to send it to this one girl in my adolesence class who makes everything about race. It's really uncanny, she's very predictable. Yes, race is a big issue in contemporary society, but honestly, you can't compare anti-skateboarding laws and the Civil Rights Movement of the 50s and 60s. Rosa Parks has very little to do with skaters.

Tzatziki (sp?) is very tasty. I need some good pita bread now.

Life's weird. I don't think I want to be taught any big lessons right now; there's enough going on that I think perhaps those can be skipped. Yes, it's meant to be cryptic.

Which reminds me, I am really wanting some of that Celebrations! Italian cream cake or whatever it is that the supermarket has on occasion. It is so light and creamy and good and I WANT IT NOWSITDOWNVERUCASWEETHEART.

I remember when I played Veruca Salt once. The kid playing the dad was, like, 4 feet tall, something like that. It was actually kinda sickly funny.

I also remember when we played Jupiter, Bringer of Jollility. EGADS, but that's a good piece.

Wednesday, November 20, 2002
No major link today. Sorry.

I rearranged furniture today. It was hard. A loveseat/couch and a table switched positions, and may I say that moving that stuff through narrow spaces and a particularly tricky 3-step L stairway is a feat and I don't know how people do it alone. Except, I did it alone, and it worked out well, except for the leg twitches.

I also got a filling that was relatively painless (YAY you have no idea how much novacaine they usually have to pump into me I am a JOKE there) and went to a discussion on how the Middle Ages were filled with misogyny (DUH thank you I did not know that) instead of listening to someone tell me how to identify different types of worked obsidian shards, which is actually interesting (if you're an archaeology dork like me).

But I got Chinese food upon returning home, and if I eat my Wheaties I can get you for second-degree murder.

This blog entry pays homage to Law&Order, and is inspired by the WiGU mailing list style of prose.

I was wrong! haHA! Link!

Tuesday, November 19, 2002
For the last goddamn time, read the comic.

I am aware some of you already read this. But if you don't, and you just keep saying, "Oh, I'll do it next time", well, YOU'RE WRONG.

Yeah, I'm looking at you, Chris.

Monday, November 18, 2002
Don't look at this at work. He's so HAPPY!

More reasons to HATE PEOPLE

Sunday, November 17, 2002
The survey's still open. Just so's you know. I'm insanely pleased at how many responses I've gotten (~30). Yes, the results will be made public when I've had a chance to go over them. No, I'm not going to give out personally identifiable facts.

Why is it that when you have gotten enough sleep, you're just as tired as if you hadn't gotten any? Sleep, that is.

What's the word on Earthlink DSL? We've got a deal of theirs sitting on my desk, and since it's been offered by $$-holding parental units, I'm considering going through with it. That way, a phone line would be constant, as would an inter-net connection.
However, if you know me at all, there's the whole easily-distacted thing that comes with inter-net fun.

Oh well. Time for "work". :)

Thursday, November 14, 2002
Ok, so, for class, I gots to do some research.

My topic is on teen sex - why do teens have sex when they do, and how does the media influence when teens do have sex by giving them models by which to conform to?

If that makes sense.

Anyway, part of the research is asking people. The following survey is hopefully the final version, although my professor hasn't gotten back to me yet.

Click to try it out.

Thanks. It shouldn't take a ton of time. If you've got some free moments, you can finish it, and from what I can tell, you may be able to stop and go back to it.

Hell, it's better than watching the intro to The Jackal, although it lacks J.K. Simmons.

Who knew that it was ok to broadcast Showgirls on TNN?

Not me, that's fer damn sure.

Scary, I'm actually intrigued. I think there may be a plot.

No, wait, I was wrong.

Wednesday, November 13, 2002
Giant fractal dildo-gloworm.

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

I almost asked a serious question. Thank Jeebus I caught myself in time.

Hmm. Class got cancelled tonight, so I can't decide how to use my time. Do some of the homework? Or waste the time? So many choices.

Buffy was most amusing tonight. I think the interaction between Buffy and the new vampire, especially some of his lines, was fantastic. Whoever wrote for him there, GENIUS.

"I think it might have to do with the whole evil-connection thing."

"But maybe that's because I'm diabolical now. Dunno."

Something like that. At any rate, I had dinner, and life is good.

Days aren't long enough. Then again, if they were longer, then other things would be longer, and we'd still be screwed for time.

Have a nice day.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002
I'm in this Haymaker's Jig picture. Guess who I am.

It was Silly Hat Night.

I'm cold, a little tummy sick, and I have homework. I hope you're well, and that whatever may be bugging you right now goes away.

Monday, November 11, 2002
From Shades of White, by Pamela Perry.

Of cheerleaders at a upper-middle-class suburban high school:

"But their body sizes belied their strength. Their dance, driven by the music of the hard-rock group Rage Against the Machine, was gymnastic, with lots of cartwheels, flips, and pyramid constructions that were punctuated by the top girls falling trustingly into the arms of their comrades. Long, silky blonde hair parachuted out with each acrobatic stunt."

Oh sweet, sweet irony.

WIL WHEATON DOT NET: Where is my mind?: Comment on 11.11.02 - this is getting interesting.

I don't like warmongers, and I don't like people who call me a bigot. Yes, I grew up in a mostly-white neighborhood, and have a lot to learn in that regard. But I'd like to think that, given my background in anthropology, I've got some amount of objectivity. I'm no social evolutionist who thinks that non-whites are lesser beings.

Good lord, this is too serious for this blog. I ought to get back to work so I can enjoy my frikkin evening.

Dammit, and I had a really good joke to tell! Oh, hell.

Sunday, November 10, 2002
Sleepover at Rachel's was good. Lots of girly talk. Not as saccharine as expected. Joy of joys.

There's actually not a ton of nudity in Playboy, and what there was was very stylized and airbrushed. I was impressed.

I have nothing terribly amusing to say. It's a pity, really.

Friday, November 08, 2002
I have updated the main page. It ain't much, folks, but it's been done. Soy una slacker.

Special Victims Unit at 10, Criminal Intent at 11. Oh, life is good.

Oooo! Forensic Anthropologist! I LOVE Law&Order!!

If anyone knows about a hard lump in the throat (kinda like when you are going to cry) that is slightly painful most of the time, and really hurty when you swallow, I'd love to hear about it. This thing has been around for a week, and it is really starting to bug me. It's not a sore throat type deal where the throat is raw, nor is it all mucusy and drippy.

And dammit, I feel guilty for being legitimately too busy to talk. WTF.

Thursday, November 07, 2002
Oh holy fuck, has it been pouring.

Crikey. I just remembered another part of the weird dream I had last night. Why can't I have normal, freaky-ass demon dreams like most people? Why psychological mind-fucks on par with melodramas and David Lynch?

Ok, maybe not David Lynch. But still.

That The Commish is a badass cop now still amuses me greatly.

I really don't have much else to say, and that's counting random observations.

Wednesday, November 06, 2002
This is a lovely piece of work: graphixkid is a homosexual

My classes are all set up, pretty much, for next semester. They're doing online registration, which I think is pretty silly given the size of the school and the unreliability of the school servers and ITS. Not that I'm not grateful for the work ITS does. I'm just saying, it's not the most efficient and up-to-date system out there, no matter how many new black Dells you buy.

So, yeah, my schedule's looking good for next semester. Afternoon classes, lots. And evenings. But no 8am's so far.

This is a thread which amuses me greatly.

Righteo. Life is pretty good.


I know that NorCal is probably not the toughest place on earth to live, but who decided that it should be cold? I mean, honestly. It may not be snowing, but holy mother of pearl is it chilly out. YIPE.

I may just have to break out the parka, to make a point.

Remember, chillun, always to cook yo' scrambled eggs thoroughly. To do otherwise is to invite ANGUISH.

I got paid today (Tuesday). It was neato. Moneymoneymoney. Money for my brainpower! Money for my tummy.

Did I mention that I saw my history professor? Well, I did. I'm still pleased.

Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Googlism : KJB

I like the first one. Go J.Ro for this one.

You know what I did today that really made me feel happy and accomplished?


I suggest you do the same (legally, of course), because hot DAMN it's a good feeling.

Monday, November 04, 2002

So, I made a copy of Jennifer's cds of the international complete symphonic recording of Les Mis.

Somehow, it got all screwed up, and the ends of the tracks are cut off.

FUCK. Now I WILL have to buy it. Eventually.

Noah's brother's blog:

Sometimes we'd sing:


Usually followed by:

There's something there I can really appreciate.

I hung my sword (finally), mailed my phone bill, and deposited a check. Go me! Now I should do some advance research for my Adolescence class.

Emphasis on "should".

Sunday, November 03, 2002
I have been reminded, thanks to TNT, just how great a movie The Shawshank Redemption is. Damn, but that's some good alpha-wave-inducing fun.

Wouldn't it be nice if there were some real, overarching thing that everyone could focus on? We read Augustine a bit back (the Saint, the Bishop of Hippo, the guy who made a lot of Church policy, that Augustine), and he went off for a bit about the nature of God, and how joy comes through Him, and much more. Well, it'd be an interesting thing, if everyone just sort of dropped all their sinful habits and focused all their attention on God.

Frankly, though, I can't support that. I can't wholly support devoting all your time, attention, and energy to the careful study and worship of something that, for all we know, doesn't exist and never has. Even if there is some supreme divine force, who's to say which religion got it right? I figure, if anything's got a hold on humanity spiritually, it's some twisted form of Fate or Murphy's Law. Granted, that's taking us to the Superstition side of everything, but still. The idea that there is some being that created everything on earth is, to me, absurd. It'd be nice to think that someone out there molded us lovingly, that we are subject to His miracles and His law. But it just isn't true. It can't be. Certainly not in the Christian conceptualization.

I realize this may sound rather odd. After all, KJB, don't you sing in your Catholic school's choir? Well, yeah, it is odd. It's, dare I say it, blasphemous and downright weird. What am I doing in a lovely church, singing praise to God and asking the congregation to "Taste and See" for the Eucharist? Well, that's a good question. I like to sing. I like the people I sing with. I think that sometimes, there is a good message being spoken during the homily. But there's a conflict of interest that has been bugging me for some time, and for those of you who are religious, it's going to possibly bug you.

Misery loves company :)

I'm not quite sure why I've gone off on this. Perhaps it's because I'm finishing up late reading notes for Augustine. Maybe it's because Mass is in a couple hours. Maybe it's because I just want to see what kind of total reaming I'm going to get for this. Who knows? :)

Yeah, I know, only The Shadow knows.

Saturday, November 02, 2002
Faire pictures are here.

No, I was not pregnant. I just have poor posture.

I'd love to know when everything females did sexually (outside of popping out kids) became bad, dirty, and taboo. Then, I'd like to make sure it never happened. Then, maybe there wouldn't be so many distressed chicks, and girls wouldn't think that sex, genitalia, and general happiness with themselves were so bad/impossible.

What I mean is, girls grow up thinking that their periods are not ok, that they are SO not to be talked about. It's not just girls, either - boys are, in general, brought up so that anything female-process-related is BAD and gross. I'm not saying ALL guys are like that. In fact, I can't say that. But ask a random guy, and more than likely, he'll be all grossed out by the topic. Add to this that most girls don't take pleasure in their own bodies, think that their own sexual urges are bad, and are constantly made into sexual objects, and you've got some bad mojo goin on.

Where was I going with all this...

...I have no idea. I guess it just bothers me that girls are pretty smacked down. Yeah, there are guys out there who are cool with the whole thing, who are supportive and the whole bag (and boy, do you guys rock). But from what I understand, those are but a small fraction of the male population. Girls shouldn't have to expect that sex will be boring, that their periods are embarassing, bad things, that they as people are somehow less worthy, less powerful, than guys, that they are just objects to be used by men.

I guess this comes up because of my adolescence class. So, blame Ron Bulman PhD for that.

AGH! Stupid culture.

Then again, this culture brought us caffeinated root beer, so.

Don't mind me. I'm just bugged that I had to code the html for all those pictures, instead of just making the directory open for browsing.

Afghani food scores one more winner. ROCK.

I have a tiny cavity where it's very hard to see. My dentist showed me, and now I wish I hadn't asked - it's on the outside, near the gumline, and it's creeping me out.

That electric blanket is excellent, dude.

Friday, November 01, 2002
Is this Give-Karin-Gifts Week? I'm just curious, so I can prepare and clear space.

The Faculty: Most amusing, even when edited for TV. Elijah Wood getting some action at the end, well, that's kinda grody, but the movie is a fun little romp.


It was fun seeing Frodo get high.

All pictures have been uploaded to the computer; now, all that needs to be done is html editing, and then uploading to the server. There aren't any Gaskell's pics (nowhere to put a camera on a unitard), and I dread slogging through 44 PW pics and 39 RennFaire pics (lots of Broon&Moonie for you, Jennifer), but I suppose it must be done.