Yeah, There’s videotape of me lunging at another man. That’s all I
have to say about that.
I didn’t update yesterday because I was busy, and then lazy, so there.
However, I did have some fun playing pool and listening to Bruce
Springsteen Songs.� By the way, Inspection Stations are open on
Weekdays only…At least, for all intents and purposes.
Did anyone else watch the ‘Cuse Game? That Stuff was Hardcore. It
reminded me of the “No Easy Buckets” Commercial.
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Evan’s Mom brought Candy with her from Jersey. Mmmmmm….Candy. I wish
I had some candy right now. Hey, I do have candy. Mmmm….Scrumptious.
I also took the liberty of stealing crackers today from assorted
dining facilities. In my mind CRACKERS ARE -AND ALWAYS WILL BE- FREE!
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I spent the morning researching Carl Sagan and am 2 Dutch Nickels away
from switching to astronomy. Wait, JMU doesn’t have an astronomy major
do they? Crappy JMU. Some astronomy Major is probably reading this, so
can you get back to me?
* – Doesn’t “Dutch Nickels” sound like a real colloquialism? You’re
damn right it does, and I just made it up.
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“This is for all you new people, I only have one rule: everyone
fights, no one quits.
�If you don’t do your job I will shoot you. Do you get me?”
Way to jog my memory Mr. Ironside. That’s what it feels like to get
kicked in the ribs after you’ve just gotten dropped by a kid twice
your size. Don’t think that means I’m beat though, I always get back
up – It just took longer this time because of the injury.
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In Other News:
– Everyone Should have a good solid beating once in their lives. You
feel alive. That is, if you live through it.
– I’m going to frame myself some Sagan
– I’m sharing a mental disorder with Guy Pearce from memento.
Kona told me I was acting like him, and then I looked down to realize
I had jibberish written on my forearm and was constantly carrying a
tape recorder so I could remember all the stuff I want/need to. Man,
sometimes I weird out myself.
Saganism –
“But for us, it’s different. Look again at that
dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love,
everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who
ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and
suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic
doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every
creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every
young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor
and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every
“superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the
history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a
sunbeam.
“The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic
arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and
emperors, so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the
momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless
cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on
the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how
frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one
another, how fervent their hatreds.
“Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely
speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all
this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to
save us from ourselves.”
