Candace

Uhhhh....WHAT?

Fri, 08 Mar 2002 10:08:39 GMT

Somebody please tell me what the hell is wrong with the world we live in:

http://www.cnn.com/2002/LAW/03/07/hit.and.run.death.ap/index.html

For shame.

Awwwwww hell yeah

Tue, 05 Mar 2002 10:14:56 GMT

This is what I call quality entertainment:

http://www.threebrain.com/weeeeee.html

(turn up your sound)

My stomach hurts like a mother from laughing so much.

The things that amuse you at 4 a.m.

Fri, 01 Mar 2002 12:06:38 GMT

CNN's Space division has a reporter named Miles O'Brien. How funny is that?

(Please tell me I'm not the only one who finds this coincidence entertaining...)

Hmmm

Fri, 01 Mar 2002 02:51:13 GMT

Well, a script review for Attack of the Clones is out at Ain't It Cool News. I'm not quite sure what to think. Yes, the review was so glowing as to be radioactive (we're told that the movie will make us "stand in the aisles and scream like a 14 year old girl seeing The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show", and that the film is breathlessly non-stop, filled with new aliens and weaponry and "several genuinely interesting storylines") But, 3 years after the fact, I am still reeling from the betrayal, agony, and blunt trauma inflicted on me by that heinous excuse for an Episode I, The Phantom Menace. Since that unfortunate experience (which I briefly relived after deciding to give Phantom a second chance on video), I've been having some major trust issues. I'm going to be carrying some serious emotional baggage into AOTC, and I won't be half as eager to fall in love as I was the first time. (Had enough of this ridiculous analogy, now?) Still, despite my misgivings, just reading the review has rekindled the old flame (okay, okay, I'll stop for real this time). My curiosity has definitely been piqued by the mention of Boba Fett's introduction into the saga, I'm looking forward to the evolution of the Palpatine storyline for sure (I was among those who thought it could have been more fleshed out in Phantom), and if it works right, Obi-Wan Kenobi as the dry wit (a la Han Solo) could be great. I would have gone to see Episode II anyway, even if I hadn't read this review, but now I'm actually kind of looking forward to it (rather than feeling I ought to do so out of obligation and allegiance to the original trilogy). The one thing that troubles me, though, is that the trailer makes the film out to be this epic love story, all about pretty costumes, lovey dovey-ness and flowers and moonlight and shit. I really hope that this is just some commercialized, unrepresentative interpretation decided upon by some third-rate studio executive who doesn't know a bantha from a bathtub. Love stories are all well and good, but SW is NOT Romeo and Juliet...it's about good vs. evil on a grand scale. Short of that, it should at least be about spacecraft and lightsabers. ::grin::

Alright, enough geek-talk for now.

Biznatch

Thu, 28 Feb 2002 09:15:32 GMT

Days until university research grant application deadline: 37
Number of pages required in research proposal: 4
Number of pages written: 0
Number of advisors needed to sponsor research: 2
Number of advisors located: 0
Number of research projects needed: 1
Number of research project ideas: 0
Number of aneurysms imminent: 19759823759275

Tubular secretion

Mon, 25 Feb 2002 09:37:14 GMT

No, you dirty bastards, it's not what you're thinking (unless you're thinking about the transfer of H+, K+ and organic ions into the tubule of the nephron).

I have just had the most unproductive weekend EVER. Although I did watch Count of Monte Cristo, Kiss of the Dragon, Malena, and Spy Game (again), which has to count for something, right? It has literally taken me about 8 hours to read 6 pages in my physiology book. That's, like, one word every 10 minutes or something. Ridiculous. I hope this picks up before finals. ::shudder::

Damn it. I knew I shouldn't have woken up at 2 this afternoon...now I'm totally alert and probably won't go to sleep until 4, and then I'll be REALLY groggy the whole day tomorrow. Doh.

agkljweagjawlgjwelgjkawjglwajeglk;awlejg

Sun, 24 Feb 2002 12:47:15 GMT

Why, WHY, dear God, why do people have to boot in the sink? I mean, you made it as far as the bathroom--you couldn't just go the extra two feet to upchuck in the toilet instead? WTF. Dorm life is foul.

Mmmmm....caffeine

Sun, 24 Feb 2002 11:18:46 GMT

Stumbled on to this site via fark.com:

http://www.phancy.f2s.com/caffeine.php

According to its calculations, it would take 204.12 cans of Diet Coke to kill me. (And yes, if you really, really want to, you can probably figure out my weight from that...aren't you special) Given that I drink a mere 10 cans of Diet Coke a day, I'd say I'm in no immediate danger...except for the brain damage that I'm probably sustaining from Nutrasweet overdose.

Also: can I just say that whoever invented Diet Coke with Lemon is a GENIUS.

Thoughts

Thu, 21 Feb 2002 07:19:02 GMT

Really glad I was able to make it to John's service this past weekend...there were so many people there, it really warmed my heart. It was amazing, but not at all surprising to see how many lives John touched. I don't know if the service has really given me any closure--I think that I miss him more, but that it hurts less, if that makes any sense. Anyway, this song by The Calling called "Could it be any Harder" makes me think of John...thought I'd share it.

You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time

Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day

I lie down and blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing
And now I wish that I could turn back the hours
But I know I just don't have the power

I'd jump at the chance
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word,
As if it's your last, I know it's your last,
Cause today, oh, you're gone

Like sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever, baby
And I wish you didn't go,
I wish you didn't go
I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands
It couldn't be any harder

JKB

Sun, 10 Feb 2002 07:26:29 GMT

Lord, the love we have from You is patient, it is kind, it does not envy; love does not boast, it is not arrogant, it does not behave rudely; it does not seek its own, it is not easily provoked, it keeps no record of wrongs; it does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; it bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

I Corinthians 13:4-7

John,

Forgive me my lack of eloquence in writing this, if only because I find it so strange to talk about you in the past tense. I know that I am guilty of having put our friendship in the past...of having placed immeasurable distance between us, of having thought of you from time to time but never putting those thoughts into words or actions. Yet the finality of your passing is so incomprehensible to me; the words sound sour and strange in my mouth when I speak of it, like I am talking about someone I never knew, someone far removed from my life, my community. It is so difficult to think of this pain and suffering, this tragedy, this loss, having been placed upon you--you who I remember so well as the healthy, beautiful man you were just beginning to become. I think of you, and my memories are of AP Chem marathon labs after school, JETS and Applebees, ICQ...how you were known for your ego, how you were ALWAYS drinking out of your water bottle. You were so smart, so talented, so funny...so many things, with so much potential. I know now, too, how strong you were--how strong you must have been--to have fought a battle I can't even begin to imagine. I never saw that side of you...maybe the best side...but thinking back now, I know if anyone could have had faith in the face of such adversity, such immense injustice, it had to have been you.

I have always been one to struggle with my spirituality and my beliefs. When I learned the news last night, I admit I felt such anger at God. I still do, to some degree. How could He put you through an ordeal so brutal? You, who were so devoted in your beliefs, who was such a good, decent person, who had his entire life ahead of him. You called it a trial, but I couldnt help but think, wasn't the price you had to pay too high? I haven't found any solid answers yet, but after thinking about it all night, this morning I felt a sense of peace and renewed hope. I don't know what God's plan is for any of us, or what our purpose here is, but I feel in my heart that you are somewhere better out there. Your faith never wavered, despite obstacles that would have made disbelievers out of us weaker souls long before. You are in so many ways an example to us all; I look up to you, and I hope that, should I ever be tested, I will have even one half the strength of character you displayed.

There are innumerable things I wish I could have said to you, and I write this now with a heart filled with regret. But I want to thank you, John, for teaching me, although you may not have known it, about how to live life. I look at all of the stubborn disagreements and petty arguments in my life now, and they seem so inconsequential. You've given me perspective on what is important in the time we're given. I'm sorry that I was never there for you when times were hardest for you, and I'm sorry that I let pride get in the way of our friendship. In the brief time that our lives crossed paths, you left an indelible mark on me, as I know you must have done with everyone else who had been fortunate enough to have known you. The world was a better place because you graced it with your light; it is that much colder now that you are gone. You will live forever in the hearts of those you touched...you will always, always be in mine. Rest in peace, John King Brennan.

Quality entertainment for the whole family!

Mon, 09 Apr 2001 07:54:29 GMT

Fifty plus years of women's lib and I can't turn on the TV without being assaulted by 8932572937435 showings of the commercial for the "Girls Gone Wild - Sorority Girls Exposed" video. Woo hoo--an entire hour of salacious footage of "real college girls" taking off their clothes. Too good to be true!

No seriously, I'm not exactly known for my feminist ideals (this is coming from a person who has never had any qualms with being barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen), but is the advertisement of this crap really necessary? If I see that thing one more time, I think my eyes are going to start to bleed.

Anyway, so much for the quasi-political rant. That's about as intellectual as I'm going to get at 12:48 a.m. Yes, yes, I realize that 12:48 is by no means a late hour by college standards, but apparently, I'm getting OLD. I've only pulled one all-nighter this year, which caused massive amounts of pain. This does not bode well for med school. This is, of course, assuming that I'm able to get into a med school of some sort. If you ask me, GPAs are highly overrated. :P

Sun, 08 Apr 2001 06:40:03 GMT

Ooh...yet another way to postpone doing work for as long as possible...