tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53579962011-04-21T17:54:04.079-05:00Tangent UniverseOne Brian's too many, and a hundred's not enough.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.comBlogger1151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1157483448585296162006-09-05T14:03:00.000-05:002006-09-05T14:10:48.676-05:00It's funny how a little creature with no ability to really understand you can bring so much happiness to your life. For those of you who don't know (and I'm really stretching here to believe that anyone continues to read this page, especially following my diatribe against blogs), I recently (within the last month), acquired a kitten. He's a mixed breed, but he's full of Siamese goodness. He Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1150253424798775452006-06-13T21:11:00.000-05:002006-06-14T12:40:20.810-05:00For the last few years, I have been living a lie. I have maintained a front of interest and participation in one lifestyle, all the while truly being someone else. It's time to come clean and confess to the world: I really hate blogs.I trust that my limited readership is intelligent enough to find irony in my posting my deploration of these vile creatures at blogspot. I further trust that my Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1149700890131278532006-06-07T12:21:00.000-05:002006-06-07T23:53:49.096-05:00Someone stop the Nazis!Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1146683472304839322006-05-03T13:44:00.000-05:002006-05-03T14:11:12.330-05:00I love baseball. I love it so much that I have been known to watch Devil Rays games--hell, I've attended a few Devil Rays games. I love baseball so much that I say my favorite season isn't summer, fall, winter, or spring, but baseball season. I love baseball enough to have endured several Kevin Costner movies. When I was younger, my grandparents took me to the Field of Dreams farm in Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1145898960235061262006-04-24T12:14:00.001-05:002006-04-24T12:16:00.236-05:00List #1. Reasons to be a Republican. {null} Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1145245880429817422006-04-16T22:19:00.000-05:002006-04-16T22:51:20.466-05:00Items of significance when considered in the grand scheme of things.First, I make no claim to have the audacity to render significant what I believe to be significant to the masses: if this were the case, George W. Bush would not be the "President," Iraq would not be a quagmire, the Kansas City Royals would not be the worst team in baseball (again), officials from Conference-USA would never work Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1143144865634621752006-03-23T13:59:00.000-06:002006-03-23T18:03:49.023-06:00I think I'm having some sort of unfortunate low-grade quarter-life crisis at the moment. Before you start making some sort of comment about my being too old for one of those, I must remind everyone that my great grandmother lived to be 104 years old, and if she could subsist that long on cheese and beer, so can I. I'm currently 25, so really, I shouldn't have my quarter-life crisis until next Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1140720255407103072006-02-23T12:38:00.000-06:002006-02-23T12:44:15.420-06:00Excerpts from my judgmental internal monologue: walking to class 23 February 2006 Ok, so what's up with this guy, eh? Long, straight hair in a ponytail, eh? I hope your mom likes your hair like that. Does she accept you like that because it secretly fulfills some of her fantasies she developed from years of reading trashy romance novels? Does she call you and as for Fabio? Oh, and you have Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1138212982678291712006-01-25T12:04:00.000-06:002006-01-25T12:17:04.520-06:00Chapter XXIII, In Which I Act Like a Boob, Avoid Acting Like a Boob, and Save $20 Yesterday, as is the case on all my Tuesdays during the current semester and the University of Iowa, I had three political science courses with which to tease my brain/insult my intelligence. The first two were morning classes, 9:30am and 10:55am respectively, and the third course did not commence until five Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1136924956657836652006-01-10T14:20:00.000-06:002006-01-10T14:30:21.546-06:00A few things I learned from this past weekend's semi-move to Iowa City.#1. I live in a building with a lot of 21-year-olds. Keeping in mind that classes do not resume until next Tuesday, the fact that the apartment building was nearly fully occupied Saturday night is somewhat surprising. I was pleased with my own reaction to having been woken up from the music the drunk kids started blaring Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1135118456565216412005-12-20T14:03:00.000-06:002005-12-20T16:48:01.690-06:00This Friday is my last day of work at my present employer. While I am still annoyed that my managers told me that they could not grant my request for unpaid time off to travel to Tampa for the Outback Bowl, I have decided that I can effectively assuage my feelings of resentment by doing absolutely nothing, and I don't mean "by doing absolutely nothing about the feelings" so much as "by doing Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1134407605228864372005-12-12T10:04:00.000-06:002005-12-12T15:32:59.070-06:00God Bless Us, Every One.This past Friday, I was out of the office, consequently missing out on the annual company e-card sent to our customers. When I arrived in the office today, I received an email with a list of compiled comments about the e-card, and some of them are priceless. The company message read as follows. "Your friends at [company name] send their best wishes for a relaxing holiday Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1130174470334150592005-10-24T12:04:00.000-05:002005-10-24T12:21:10.340-05:00I hope the White Sox are able to sleep at night knowing that Karma will catch up with them sooner or later (I think the top of the 9th had some potential, but it seems that the White Sox are the team of destiny). With the rather dubious call going against the Angels in the 9th inning of game 2 in Chicago and the "hit by pitch" that extended the inning, prompting the ensuing pitching change and Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1126628887304677562005-09-13T11:22:00.000-05:002005-09-13T11:28:07.310-05:00Dear Google Earth,I effing hate you. You have made my already unbearable job feel so much more oppressive. I wish the IT team here would detect my unauthorized download of you and fire me, or at least remove you. You are the devil. As I sit at my desk today, "celebrating" my birthday, I can think only of the fact that one year ago, I spent this day in Paris. Thanks to your ridiculously good Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1126043493550280892005-09-07T11:07:00.000-05:002005-09-07T11:06:01.020-05:00Someday, I would like to be as worthless as an HR Generalist. The following list contains the titles of ever-so-important information that our HR Generalist has posted on our company's intranet.#1. What's the Buzz about Breakfast?!#2. Predict Consequences of Your Actions to Live Wisely and Well#3. Septemeber is National Fruits and Vegetables Month!#4. Planning Your Vacation?**actually, this was Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1126041485765437802005-09-06T10:17:00.000-05:002005-09-06T17:00:59.796-05:00A kindergarten teacher explains to her class that she is an Iowa State Cyclone. She asks her students to raise their hands if they are Cyclones, too. No one really knows what a Cyclone is, but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like fleshy fireworks. There is, however, one exception. A boy named Brian has not gone along with the crowd. The teacher asked him why he Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1123865902310636302005-08-12T11:52:00.000-05:002005-09-06T09:42:15.340-05:00Let's do the math.Assuming that I had to be at work for every weekday between now and the end of 2005, starting with next week, that would be 100 days. Now, from that 100, let's subtract my 10 vacation days (90). From that 90, let's subtract my 2 personal days, 5 sick days, and 2 floating personal holidays--one for third quarter and one for fourth quarter. That's 9 days, making the total now 81. Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1120454667630156612005-07-03T23:58:00.000-05:002005-07-04T00:24:27.636-05:00Breaking News....Bush Nominates Scalia to Fill Vacant Court SeatCrawford, TexasPresident George W. Bush surprised political pundits and Washington insiders Sunday by announcing his nominee to replace Sandra Day O'Connor just two days following her resignation. "It is with great pride that I announce my intention to nominate Antonin Scalia to be the second Italian-American on the Supreme Court," Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1120254389732246362005-07-01T16:14:00.000-05:002005-07-01T16:46:29.736-05:00Bonne fête du Canada! Je vais fêter le jour avec une bière Canadien! Ah, Labatt’s. Salut!Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1117552274603915572005-05-31T09:28:00.000-05:002005-05-31T10:11:14.606-05:00Over the course of the last few weeks, more specifically and memorably the last few days, I have had some extraordinary, bizarre, vivid dreams. For everyone's reading pleasure, the next few sentences will briefly describe a dream that I had Saturday night. Whether or not the 4 pints of beer and two glasses of Bailey's induced these dreams is debatable. The whole thing started, and I was Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1117042378219571272005-05-25T12:32:00.000-05:002005-05-25T12:32:58.223-05:00My punk rock name is "The Benevolent Spirograph." That's it. This is all I have. My creativity has been eaten by my job.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1113945725088703512005-04-19T16:20:00.000-05:002005-04-19T16:22:05.090-05:00Drunken weekend. Illicit behavior. Stories ending with "Dude, she wants you to stick it in her." Oh, Iowa City. In other news, I have reapplied for admission to the University of Iowa College of Liberal Arts and Sciences so I can apply to be admitted to the teacher education program. Oh Captain, my Captain.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1112396026966173092005-04-01T10:24:00.000-06:002005-04-01T16:53:46.966-06:00Throughout the last few weeks and months, my employment situation has been steady, which is the sole bright spot surrounding an otherwise bleak job. Within the previous week, in particular the last couple of days, I have plodded through an existential meltdown, prompting me to create a new feature at my desk, which I've titled "Today's Existential Dilemma." I'll give you the rundown of the Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1112117072162262712005-03-29T11:21:00.000-06:002005-03-29T11:24:32.166-06:00Recently, I have come to the conclusion that I am doomed to be hip until I get fat. Perhaps "get fat" isn't the appropriate term, but until I can buy pants with a size 30 waist and not have to worry about pulling them up every two seconds, I have to buy my jeans from places like American Eagle or the Gap. The very idea that I have to buy my pants at these places isn't bad, I'm just saying I'm Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1110765309133214372005-03-13T19:35:00.000-06:002005-03-13T19:55:09.140-06:00Since my last post, a few things of note have occurred/occurred to me that I fee like taking some time to expound. First, a wise person told me that I will die alone. Thank you, virtually anonymous comment-poster with horrible grammar, spelling, and punctuation skills, for bringing this to my attention. If only I had known this stark truth before you brought it to my attention, I would have Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1108938794669783412005-02-20T16:22:00.000-06:002005-02-20T16:37:27.196-06:00I've finally seen Donnie Darko: The Director's Cut, and I must say that I wish it were Donnie Darko: Brian's Cut instead. The film is nothing short of wonderful, as the original story and characters remain the same, with a enough deletions and additions here and there make the original story easier to follow for those who require being able to understand all the details of the story. The music Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1108526815184889162005-02-15T22:01:00.000-06:002005-02-15T22:06:55.186-06:00An excerpt from my work journal...If the first day on the job was bad, the second is the first's enema. On my way from the HR "cube" to my own work space, I was forced to walk by four 3'x5' American flags and about a dozen smaller, yet still prominently displayed Old Glories. I hear a hum of both flourescent lights and the servers. Is it bad to want a drink at 9:00 am? Fifteen minutes later Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1108358459013272152005-02-13T23:16:00.000-06:002005-02-13T23:20:59.013-06:00My film ratings on IMDB.com have an arithmetic mean of 6.02 (out of 10.00) with an standard deviation of 1.87.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1108355409048950772005-02-13T22:17:00.001-06:002005-02-13T22:30:09.050-06:00Oh, the entertainment industry and patriotic allegiance to countries other than my own. Upon my return from a lengthy visit to the Great Lakes State, I was inundated by my own bloated pre-vacation media and flag spree. During the week, I received one giant flag of Berlin, a large Canadian flag, two-thirds of my allottment of Blockbuster Online dvds, a greatest hits album of The Grass Roots, andBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1108272422300184922005-02-12T23:02:00.000-06:002005-02-12T23:30:30.806-06:00Being a movie snob, I would never dream of spoiling a surprise ending or secret in a film...but I'm going to make an exception. Those of you who have seen the commercials for Robert DeNiro's and Dakota Fanning's miraculous suspense-filled film, Hide and Seek, have no doubt heard that there's a surprise twist. I'm going to give the secret away.Lean closer. A little closer.. All right, not thatBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1107117105993965822005-01-30T14:25:00.000-06:002005-01-30T14:31:45.993-06:00Nine o'clock. A voice spoke from study ceiling: "Mrs. McClellan, which poem would you like this evening?"
The house was silent.
The voice said at last, "Since you express no preference, I shall select a poem at random." Quiet music ros to back the voice. "Sara Teasdale. As I recall, your favorite..."
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1106464502045189142005-01-23T01:06:00.000-06:002005-01-23T01:17:19.550-06:00For the first time in months, I have something to occupy my time that involves neither Sony Playstation nor self-pity. A few days ago, I noticed the video editing software on this computer for the first time, and I made a decision to make what I like to call a horribly (or über, depending upon your conversation) low-quality short film. Allow me to expand. Just before I went to Europe, my Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1106337155802757652005-01-21T13:33:00.000-06:002005-01-21T13:52:35.803-06:00REPORT: 59 Million Americans Still Really F@#king Stupid as George W. Bush is Inaugurated for Second Term.
Iowa City, IA Coinciding with the second inauguration of George W. Bush, the University of Iowa Psychology Department released a study Thursday in cooperation with the Department of Public Health, indicating that at least 59 million Americans are below average in intellectual capacity. The Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1106109774912185862005-01-18T22:38:00.001-06:002005-01-18T22:57:25.636-06:00Tonight's menu: Poulet de cannelle a'l'orange avec haricots verts et champignons sautés.
And it was delicious. The poulet, haricots verts, and champignons sautés, that is. Not the menu.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1105684500545816622005-01-13T23:35:00.000-06:002005-01-14T00:39:09.736-06:00Last night (and tonight), I watched The United States of Leland, a movie which I am still deconstructing and processing, albeit with a much slighter degree of profundity than that which I gave Donnie Darko. I will not write a review of this movie; rather I'll encourage you to see it for yourselves, quickly noting that it strikes me as even more hit-or-miss than Darko. Similarities abound in Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1105517608967787502005-01-12T01:47:00.001-06:002005-01-12T02:20:14.006-06:00Bush Vows to "Kick Mother Nature's Ass if that Bitch Tries to Tsunami U.S."
Washington, D.C.-- During a weekly radio address, President George W. Bush expressed feigned sympathy for the victims of the devastating tsunami but focused his remarks upon U.S. preparedness for a similar disaster. Citing reports that Mother Nature attempted to obtain weapons-grade plutonium from an Iranian nuclear Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1104817805522055782005-01-03T23:37:00.000-06:002005-01-03T23:50:05.523-06:00"Why the hell aren't they calling time-out?"
That question was on the lips of the 30,000 Iowa Hawkeye fans at the Capital One Bowl New Year's Day. Iowa, trailing 25-24 to Louisiana State, had the ball, 2nd down and 6 at their own 44, with two times out (correct grammar) remaining, and 14 seconds on the clock, which started counting down with the referee's whistle. 11 seconds. Screaming from Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1103959246391932792004-12-25T01:10:00.000-06:002004-12-25T01:20:46.390-06:00YES! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
"I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!" Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. "The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1103877270018219012004-12-24T02:25:00.000-06:002004-12-24T02:37:45.936-06:00My mother wrote the annual "Christmas letter" last night, and I didn't take the time to read it until today. It's funny. And really, really catty. Like most Christmas letters, she begins with a generic what-everyone-did-together this year (like starting the year off with a New Year's Day trip to the Outback Bowl in Tampa!--Go Hawkeyes). Then, also like most cheesy "Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1103771874200166172004-12-22T21:17:00.000-06:002004-12-22T21:22:40.763-06:00Which Family Guy character are you?
Yes, in fact, I *am* Brian. Huh.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1103529020919236512004-12-20T01:40:00.000-06:002004-12-20T01:50:20.920-06:00Charles Dicken's A Christmas Carol is sheer delight. For years, I've loved the retelling of this story through various media, but "Mickey's Christmas Carol" and "A Muppet Christmas Carol" frequently watched, gave me the impression that I truly knew the story of Ebenezor Scrooge. Not so, I discovered, after checking out the book from the Urbandale Library. Much to my surprise, the story in Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1102578732631840702004-12-09T01:42:00.000-06:002004-12-09T01:52:12.630-06:00I finally watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and I must say that, while I enjoyed it, the film didn't solicit the same reaction from me that it has from my contemporaries. It was certainly better than Adaptation, which I also liked a lot, but I think it ultimately suffered from Finding Nemoitis; that is, it was way too long and the novelty wore off. The idea was great, up until Joel Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1102189900424020742004-12-04T13:42:00.000-06:002004-12-04T13:54:09.086-06:00My current quarters are a very poor representation of who I am. The wall decor (applied by the parents in their conversion of this room into a computer room) is bright, colorful, Disney pictures. In fact, I can see EIGHT framed Disney pictures, a Disney University degree, and TEN Mickey Mouse plushes. Dear lord. I'm really a much darker person than this. I'm not morbid, of course, but I'm a Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1101629220205696902004-11-28T02:06:00.000-06:002004-11-28T02:07:00.206-06:00I wish I were more inadequate.
All right, I'll admit that statement is quite arrogant, not to mention short-sighted, merrily overlooking the fact that I am, like everyone I know, an extremely flawed person. Sure, in the T-chart that is I, one can place several items into the PRO side and several items into the CON side. Of course, just as groups debating the importance of tangibles needed forBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1100929980011928622004-11-19T23:45:00.000-06:002004-11-19T23:55:41.590-06:00 When I first held you I was cold,
a melting snowman I was told,
but there was no one there to hold,
before I swore I'd be alone forever more.
Wow, look at you now, flowers in the window,
such a lovely day, and I'm glad you feel the same
'cause to stand up, out in the crowd,
you are one in a million and I love you so,
let's watch the flowers grow....
--Travis: Flowers in the Window
I wonderBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1100298911015782302004-11-12T15:31:00.000-06:002004-11-12T16:37:43.863-06:00"As democracy is perfected, the Office of the President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
H.L Mencken (1880-1956)
The time has come.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1100115964446747462004-11-10T13:25:00.000-06:002004-11-10T13:48:59.293-06:00Fifteen years ago yesterday, the Berlin Wall came down. I remember seeing it on television, a 9-year-old kid sitting around while Dan Rather used words like "historic" and "triumph." I remember watching people with sledgehammers pounding away at a that piece of concrete, marveling at all the spraypaint graffiti that covered the wall. Before it came down, I had a scarce idea that it even Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1099966082261571622004-11-08T19:42:00.000-06:002004-11-08T20:08:02.260-06:00Right now, I'm having an existential crisis in my search for employment. I've come to the realization that I have to stay in Iowa right now, part in parcel of my having spent a good deal of my savings on my trip to Europe. While I would love to relocate, the cost of relocating is beyond my means at this juncture (of course, so is lunch, but not Samuel Adams Winter Lager--I have my priorities).Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1099581731827913242004-11-04T09:00:00.000-06:002004-11-04T09:22:11.826-06:00The following contains my thoughts on Amsterdam on my last night in Europe. Although my flight home was from London, I was in Amsterdam because I wanted to catch a flight to London Gatwick airport the next morning to avoid returning to that wretched city. I've entitled this piece "Amsterdam. Holy Hell. Holy Hell."
As I have resolved to become a gentleman at some point in my life (most Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1099538192509985552004-11-03T20:57:00.000-06:002004-11-03T21:16:32.510-06:00Before the dust settles into the suffocating reality that George W. Bush has been elected (somewhat legitimatey) President, I must take the time to comment on a few of the Election Day 2004 surprises. Or rather, rail against one surprise: moral values.
All of you who believe that moral values is the single most important issue of the 2004 Presidential campaign need to think of a few things, Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1099508783164715932004-11-03T13:05:00.000-06:002004-11-03T13:06:23.163-06:00Catastrophe.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1099362926803704572004-11-01T20:21:00.000-06:002004-11-01T20:35:26.803-06:00What follows is a faux-letter I wrote to my dad while traveling from Berlin to Brussels last Sunday.
I'll be home in time to vote!
Dear Dad,
Don't worry, I'm coming home in time to vote. Remember how I said I would be happy to be in Europe during these past seven weeks, especially because I would miss the barrage of "My name is (blank), and I approved this message"? That was not to be, Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1098975451991231762004-10-28T09:47:00.000-05:002004-10-28T09:57:31.990-05:00I am finally back in North America, and I am, indeed happy to be back. Looking out of the window during my flight across the Atlantic, I finally saw land and though of how much I loved the openness of this wonderful continent (sure, I was flying right over Quebec, but that's mostly irrelevant). I had a great seven weeks, on the whole, visiting 15 countries, using planes, trains, buses, cars, a Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1098348891178042612004-10-21T03:54:00.000-05:002004-10-21T09:29:26.053-05:00GO BOSTON!!!!
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1097426108101717472004-10-10T12:34:00.000-05:002004-10-10T11:35:08.100-05:00Short version.
Berlin: awesome.
Prague: Looks cool. Beer: cheap. Go now. Bye.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1097100414549005402004-10-06T16:47:00.000-05:002004-10-06T17:08:49.173-05:00The Great American Apology
I would like to take this moment to make a political statement. Naturally, if any of you have actually followed the writing of this blog, you will know that it is full of political statements, personal misgivings, and despair over the bleakness of my own personal future; therefore, my admission to making a political statement should come to be about as surprising as Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1096903218880741682004-10-04T10:14:00.000-05:002004-10-06T16:47:16.540-05:00Fortunately, Stockholm is slightly less outrageously expensive than the whole of Norway. I wandered through part of the city today, with no plans, not that I could have had plans, seeing as virtually all the sights are closed on Monday. Be that as it may, I found the Royal Library and wandered around that for a few minutes before spending the rest of the day on the streets. Stockholm is made up Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1096476655025565492004-09-29T12:39:00.000-05:002004-09-29T11:50:55.026-05:00Greetings from Oslo. I arrived in town much later yesteday than I had expected. It seems that the national or regional or some such other nonsense air-traffic controllers all decided to call in sick with the same illness the day before I flew in, wreaking havoc on Scandinavian skies for yesterday. Fun, so, in addition to arriving at the airport THREE HOURS before my scheduled flight, I was Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1094244501111441542004-09-03T15:47:00.000-05:002004-09-03T15:48:21.113-05:00And I am adorable.
Take the "Which FARK Cliche Are You" quiz!
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1093566819393299622004-08-26T19:30:00.000-05:002004-08-26T19:33:39.393-05:00During the last four weeks of my Europe trip, I'm considering taking a day to visit a major university in some of the larger cities. I want to sneak into a lecture in Oslo or visit a student union in Stockholm. I think that sounds like fun. It's like going on a college visit without getting the "Why School X is right for U" speech. I would love to find out what the burning issues are at the Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1093410497657407132004-08-24T23:39:00.001-05:002004-08-25T00:08:17.656-05:00For the past two weeks, I have been trying to fill the void that is my life at present with travel planning. That has become tedious at best and horrifically frustrating at worst. I'm not worried about getting to my destinations (after all, I have a place to stay in Dublin and Munich--and after emailing some eastern European friends, I have a place to stay in Budapest and the eastern part of Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1092603649824624212004-08-15T15:58:00.000-05:002004-08-15T16:00:49.826-05:00And by the way, I still have the beard.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1092539614819677172004-08-14T22:00:00.000-05:002004-08-14T22:44:25.986-05:00And so beginneth the chirping of the crickets.
Camp has ended. Ennui has begun. Despite my best efforts to maintain my role of camp counselor at a camp not needing anymore camp counselors, my failure has become apparent. Life at camp is over, and so I must return from the safety of the Commons sans herpes to the real world, which, at the moment is a harsh reality: I am living in my old room atBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1091065325974763612004-07-28T20:40:00.000-05:002004-07-28T20:42:05.973-05:00Hey all, I'm back from my weeklong adventure along the St. Croix River and I have some more news to share, especially the purchase of a flight to Europe. Later.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1090133615328760842004-07-18T01:38:00.000-05:002004-07-18T01:56:07.473-05:00With another week of camp completed, I can definitely state that my decision to decline a Y.E.S. program extension and become a camp counselor has been one of the best decisions I've made in a long time. Sure, I miss WDW--I don't really miss the parks all that much, but I do miss my fellow cast members and the occasional Mickey Mouse sighting quite a bit. Camp has been great, despite the fact Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1088951187621357012004-07-04T09:12:00.000-05:002004-07-04T09:28:47.666-05:00A few things need to be said on this, three days after Canada Day. First is that I created a Canada Day 2004 t-shirt complete with the words to "O Canada," which I wore at camp all day on Thursday, with the exception of the party night costume (the theme was "Career Night;" I dressed as a Mountie). Second, my best efforts to convince people of Wal*Mart's pure evil seems to be less than Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1087442811171563302004-06-16T22:20:00.000-05:002004-06-16T22:26:51.173-05:00Greetings from camp. I've found myself with a lot of extra free time this week; despite the fact that my contract read that I needed to arrive on June 13, the camp was not, in fact, expecting me until the 20th. Go figure and no worries. They put me to work straight away, and I have been the requisite 21+ year old they needed to drive the camp's leased van to Des Moines each day with my slew ofBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1086289542240193412004-06-03T14:04:00.000-05:002004-06-03T14:05:42.240-05:00Time is running out. Sure, I’ve said that before, but of course, the times I said it previously were uttered in the context of a Donnie Darko-esque vortex of hell that had engulfed and threatened to swallow me. I leave civilization in about a week (all right, a little less than a week, considering that it’s well after noon, but we’ll say that’s negligible for now) and my desire to visit some ofBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1085947018150614582004-05-30T14:48:00.000-05:002004-05-30T14:58:34.140-05:00Three consecutive days of drunken fun has left me...well, charged with the task of vacuuming the remaining cake off the living room floor, bedroom floor, couch cushions, chair cushion, and, dear god, how did it get there? I haven't been drunk Brian like this in a long time. Good fun, all around, with random margarita fiesta, Hoop-Dee-Doo, and Kitty O'Shea's. And now, what to do tonight?
I Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1085531689675561542004-05-25T19:08:00.000-05:002004-05-25T19:34:49.676-05:00Here are a few things that I feel like saying.
First, I love the state of Vermont. I've never been there, mind you, but from what I saw of it in the intro to "Newhart" and now that I've learned that Vermont has only FOUR Wal*Mart stores, I want to go (I can think of at least 2 in the Iowa City area and about at least 5 in the greater Orlando area--Disgusting). Wal*Mart is the devil. I have Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1084502263044571662004-05-13T21:25:00.000-05:002004-05-13T21:37:43.043-05:00On my way to work this morning, I heard a Vietnam-era veteran call into a radio show, stating that the abuse pictures from Iraq and the whole scandal was "being blown way out of proportion," and that "Americans have been abused in wars before, too, so it's not like this is anything new." Holy crap. I will defer to Philip Zimbardo and Stanley Milgram as to why these horrific abuses occur, but asBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1084072510571722512004-05-08T22:12:00.000-05:002004-05-08T22:24:49.280-05:00The truth shall set you free. Realizing that history books are written by those who are alive to tell the tales, and often that means the vanquished are not, might make some of us not so quick to jump on the blind patriotism bandwagon. Do I support John Kerry for President? Only because Dennis Kucinich isn't going anywhere. Will I vote for Kerry? Sure. Why? I'll vote for him because he, Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1083421264647061542004-05-01T09:01:00.000-05:002004-05-01T09:25:17.606-05:00Resolved: George W. Bush is the worst president in the history of the United States.
Let's look at the evidence, shall we? Where to start? Should I start with the most innocuous atrocities of the current administration or should I focus more on the trail of deceit that directed Americans to sit at home and ponder the great "is it really patriotic to shop at the Gap?" question. Oh, what the Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1082242683077467852004-04-17T17:46:00.000-05:002004-04-17T18:01:58.216-05:00I am tired. I've worked a lot lately, but anyone who knows what I do will be quick to point out that a regular six-hour workday that finds me riding Walt Disney World attractions in the name of education is not the most taxing role to be fulfilled. In spite of the short hours, I work hard during my programs. And please, think about this: in 3 short hours, I need to get to know a group of kids Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1080182299447732852004-03-24T20:28:00.000-06:002004-03-24T20:42:35.060-06:001. If I would go to bed at a reasonable time, being defined as reasonble for someone who consistently has to be at work at 6:45, maybe I wouldn't find myself so freakin' exhausted nearly everyday.
2. I had delicious French food today. A lot of delicious French food.
3. Gary Jules has released an album with his cover of "Mad World" on it, and now I hear that song regularly wafting through theBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1079486413978996122004-03-16T19:19:00.000-06:002004-03-16T19:23:26.640-06:00Could I hate George W. Bush more than I do? (Put that in my FBI file and smoke it, you neoconservative dickhead).Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1078607058705556242004-03-06T14:46:00.000-06:002004-03-06T15:07:18.186-06:00"Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say 'this is not my life'?"--Robin Williams as Daniel Hillard in Mrs. Doubtfire Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1077658407166949402004-02-24T15:16:00.004-06:002004-02-24T15:36:11.843-06:00Bush and Ashcroft Tie the Knot What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Stay in Vegas
In a shocking turn of events, "President" George W. Bush and U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft were married Tuesday, just hours after Bush decried gay marriage as one of the "greatest threats" facing the nation. Prior to the nuptuals, Bush attacked the judicial branch of the government, calling it full of "fruit Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1077590171888470972004-02-23T20:26:00.000-06:002004-02-23T20:40:53.873-06:00I wish my Cake cd weren't in Germany.
Finally, I'm going on record and saying that I really like my new role. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I love my job, and when I say that I'm all right with waking my ass up at 5:30 to be at the Magic Kingdom at 6:45, I hope people take notice. Having said that, here is a list of things to rant about.
#1. Everyday I need to come home to Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1077588838848966562004-02-23T20:04:00.000-06:002004-02-23T20:16:42.590-06:00Shut up, Bill Richardson. I would like to take this moment to say that I welcome Ralph Nader's decision to enter the race for the White House. Will I vote for Ralph Nader in November? Most likely not, but hearing a different voice in the race is something that should be welcomed, not discouraged, regardless of what people think Nader did in 2000 when a "vote for Nader was a vote for Bush."
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1077169330847246112004-02-18T23:38:00.000-06:002004-02-18T23:45:33.450-06:00Lately, I've had a few bizarre (bordering on the ridiculous) dreams. First, I dreamt that I was being pursued by the police for smoking weed on the campus of the University of Michigan. All of this is somehow symbolic (if you think that Freud had enough brain cells left from his cocaine habit to formulate any real "science"--a suppostion I find difficult to believe), seeing as I have never beenBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1077158705597288782004-02-18T20:37:00.000-06:002004-02-18T20:47:42.340-06:00Tonight, one of my roommates participated in a lame Walt Disney World College Program "Singled Out" game at everyone's favorite STD petri dish, Vista Way. He was, naturally, eliminated, and the other roommates and I took pictures of his walk of shame (too bad he was the only one eliminated in his round--sucker). I noticed a few things during this wonderful event that I feel like sharing with Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1074727461242782332004-01-21T17:12:00.000-06:002004-01-22T17:24:49.543-06:00********NEWS BULLETIN********
Weapons of Mass Destruction Discovered on Mars
Washington, D.C., In a triumphant press conference, "President" George W. Bush unveiled the newest findings from the Mars Rover, confirming the intelligence reports that Mars has been manufacturing weapons of mass destruction. "Martian technology has long been the focus of our secret intelligence programs," Bush Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1072928717315492612003-12-31T21:45:00.000-06:002003-12-31T21:46:49.326-06:00Happy New Year, everyone. 2003 was definitely a (insert adjective here) year. I've gone from my regular self to crazy flipping out (around April 20) to moving in with a gay German who was never there but had his hot German girl friend stay there to moving all of my stuff about 5 blocks away into another apartment with a gay guy from Massachusetts to having a job that was all right to not-so allBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1071504145750320602003-12-15T09:47:00.000-06:002003-12-15T10:06:58.420-06:00Hey, now that we've found Saddam, it's ok that the "President" lied to us about going to war. Wait a minute. . .
I hope that everyone is enjoying the holiday season. I know that I am, despite the fact that I've been subjected to the same Christmas loop at the Disney MGM Studios everyday since the week before Thanksgiving. At this point, I have yet to buy any Christmas presents; nor have I Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1071068155803585182003-12-10T08:43:00.000-06:002003-12-10T08:57:00.123-06:00My old college roommate (my god, I already talk like an old person), Joseph, is coming to Orlando tomorrow for a visit. This should be pretty exciting, what with his having lived about 100 miles away for the past six months and our collective visits equaling exactly one. Regardless, it should be a pretty fun time at the old Walt Disney World Resort. It's strange to think like a Disney Guest, Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1070914269423860452003-12-08T14:11:00.000-06:002003-12-08T14:12:13.403-06:00Question: What would you do if you had a few million dollars?
Answer: If I had enough money that I wouldn't have to work ever again, I would go to college forever. FOREVER. I may or may not get any more degrees, but I would definitely take every class at the University of Iowa. I would buy a house in Iowa City and, naturally, have season tickets for the football games. Of course, with Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1070665712790454332003-12-05T17:08:00.000-06:002003-12-05T17:09:30.826-06:00Something else that's been bothering me lately is the weather. Some people get the Seasonal Affective Disorder (which really has no good scientific evidence for its existence), a syndrome of depressed mood, spirits, and otherwise crankiness when the trees lose their leaves and the temperature drops. I think I have the Anti-Seasonal Affective Disorder. It's too annoyingly not winter here. The Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1070600835629604372003-12-04T21:42:00.000-06:002003-12-04T23:11:24.873-06:00Despite ample opportunity and a great desire to do it, I have failed to keep a consistent update with this weblog. I always feel like I have things I want to say, but by the time I get around to trying to write them, the ideas have flown the proverbial coop and have left me in a state of stupor comparable to that of my first college roommate's general existence.
At this time last year, I was Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1067617182786504122003-10-31T10:19:00.000-06:002003-10-31T10:19:53.403-06:00Housing situation is still outrageous. Appalling. I can liken it to the experience of a passenger in steerage on a ship at sea with no particular destination. Horrific, yet full of unfulfilled potential.
What's more fun than getting out of bed to at 5:30 in the morning to make dining arrangements over the phone? Lots.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1062605010813070502003-09-03T11:03:00.000-05:002003-09-03T11:03:30.706-05:00This post may be a jumbled-up mess of randomness that may spill into each other in completely unrelated ways. Having said that, let's begin.
My housing situation is asinine. I like my roommate, so the problem isn't there. The problem is with the management company and my working company. The partnership is unfortunate. After having been FORCED to move (sure, they told me later that it was Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1060218113732267202003-08-06T20:01:00.000-05:002003-08-06T20:01:53.553-05:00So, I'm no longer living with Germans. But it was fun while it lasted, and at no point did anyone make any serious plans for total global domination. At least none that rival W's current reign of terror. My roommate situation was about as hilarious as it gets. Allow me to illucidate.
When I checked in at my apartment complex, the first apartment they tried to fit me into was DISGUSTING. Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1058996723624703682003-07-23T16:45:00.000-05:002003-07-23T16:55:19.750-05:00Greetings from the Disney MGM Studios. Wow, it's been a long time since I've been able to post to this, but I thought I'd let everyone know that I'm alive and living with Germans. Go figure.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-1057076685197099842003-07-01T11:24:00.000-05:002003-07-01T11:24:45.150-05:00Happy Canada Day, everyone. Celebrate. It's all right. Watch Bowling for Columbine when it comes out on DVD. That movie will legitimize your festivities for today. Remember, they don't have as many guns or as much crime, and they are justified in thinking that W. is a douche. We should all strive to be like Canada (not like Canadians, though, because they're hosers).Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-955518892003-06-11T10:25:00.000-05:002003-06-11T10:26:46.000-05:00I made it to Florida. That's the good news. It's so bloody hot you can't believe it. That's the bad news. Seriously, yo, this is outrageous. I've spent the past three summers here and I still can't believe how ridiculous this is. I'd go so far to say this is asinine. Ludicrous. And all signs point to continued heat. And how. I walked around the Magic Kingdom today, following Stephanie Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-951663672003-06-01T17:41:00.000-05:002003-06-01T17:48:29.000-05:00For the past few days, I've been doing absolutely nothing (part and parcel of having absolutely no responsibility and recuperating from having my wisdom teeth yanked out). With nothing else to do, I've been able to think about some different things, and I've reached a few conclusions. First, and this comes especially from my having graduated, I've thought about the past few years a bit. I'm Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-951110302003-05-31T00:36:00.000-05:002003-05-31T00:36:31.390-05:00I just took the white pill, so if I start to trail off in a few sentences, trust me, it's the work of the Vicodin. Most of my day was spent trying to get my mouth to stop bleeding, or else I THINK that's how I spent my day. With the white pill, it's tough to judge what really happened and what just seemed to have happened--it's as though the brain ray was accidentally set to slobber monkey.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-950649902003-05-29T23:05:00.000-05:002003-05-29T23:05:41.460-05:00This entire day has been spent in a doped-up mist. Painkillers are fun, but very frustrating, not so much because they're ineffective (on the contrary, they're highly effective), but moreso because my brain is moving just a quickly as ever, yet my mouth fails to form the words with any proficiency. I wonder if this is what Stephen Hawking feels like.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-950115322003-05-28T18:45:00.000-05:002003-05-28T18:47:09.000-05:00The sleepiness has worn off for the time being, but, thanks to my pain-killing medication, I can allow it to return at will. My memories of the entire ordeal at the oral surgeon's office today are considerably fuzzier than my cat, but I will do my best to explicate all the excitement. First, I was given some nitrous because it would "make me feel at ease." And how! After a couple minutes of Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357996.post-950049922003-05-28T15:50:00.000-05:002003-05-28T15:50:25.863-05:00Not dead. Narcotics.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09742888979371463738noreply@blogger.com0