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uh, hmm educational, yes, that's how I would describe these
http://www.uky.edu/Projects/Chemcomics/

http://www.ukans.edu/~idea/index2.html - there's a pull down menu at the top you use to navigate

Tom Hanks's Forest Gump accent sounds a lot like a forty year old British Archeologist.

http://www.ukans.edu/~idea/index2.html

His life moved in a series of splitting blurs hinging from one hangover to the next.

That sentence popped into my head and I thought it was a nice sentence so I wrote it down.

Other things that I think are nice:
eating icecream, listening to the Beatles album Abbey road from the track Golden Slumbers on, and dodging pedestrians on my bike, not at the same time though, can't say that I've tried that. The last four tracks of Abbey road are my favorite last four tracks of any album.

Things I don't think are nice:
Diesel fumes from busses, John Edwards closing the vice presidential debate with the fact that Mary Chaney is a lesbian, and going to linguistics hungover. Those three things have also never occured at the same time, thank God. Though, I did try hungover linguistics by itself today, and found that despite the fact that it sounds incredibly promising the night before as far as fun things to do go; it is in fact, not the sort of thing that I like.

Linguistics could be an interesting class. It's just that I've just found that I don't really care how languages work, just as long as they do. It's not really something that is likely to break down for me anytime soon. Automatic transmissions, those are likely to break. Intro to the inner-workings-of automatic-transmissions-istics 114. which meets Monday Wednesday and Friday at 9:30 in room 314 on the third floor of Marvin Hall would be something that I can see myself being more likely to attend if it existed because of its relevence to problems that could occur in my own life *insert gasp for air* and I like to write really long sentences with nonsensical endings, abubabaaa, ba baa?, goodbye.

I am the most unmotivated/motivated person I know, and how that relates to hitchhiking:

It takes me two weeks to do a load of laundry. A couple of hours to actually do it, then it sits in the dryer until someone else needs to do laundry, then it gets moved to the top of the dryer, where it spends another couple of days; I get clothes from the pile as needed. Then it gets moved over to the floor, where I plan on folding it. Then two weeks later in a matter of about ten minutes I fold the clothes. They still haven't all made it back to my room, they're sitting in the basket in the living room. If I didn't have roomates, I would probably store my clothes in a pile on top of the dryer. Pretty unmotivated, eh? I told you so.

Yet, I have walked until my legs gave out, literally failed from exhaustion, twice. The first time I wanted to try and walk for 24 hours and take pictures every hour along the way. I didn't take a map and wandered the backroads of douglass county, ended up past Baldwin, and a cop took me home after 12 hours or so.

Last year I decided that I could run 100 miles in 24 hours. Yeah obviously a dumb idea, but I liked it at the time. No training at all, just went out and tried to do it around the LHS track. I told some people about it and they came out to see me. I had it all planned out, I even brought some peanut butter and bread to make sandwiches for energy. After 25 or so, it takes a lot of convincing to get your feet to move. It wasn't a total failure though, I did make it 40 miles in 12 hours. So I'm sort of motivated sometimes?

The next project is a race. I've wanted to do this for a while; get a group of people and everybody hitchhikes from a point over a 24 hour period, or maybe a weekend. No rides from anyone you know and no payment for rides. I refuse to believe hitchhiking is dead. Whoever gets the furthest wins. plus it'll make for some interesting photos. Well if you read this and you want to enter the race email me. maybe we could get some goofy number things you pin on the front of your shirt too, like a real race.

time lapse video of a drive from LA to NY http://www.lacquersound.com/english/opener1.html

song of the moment: ambulance by tv on the radio
50's doo wop meets indy rock

well, I can see 3 sq. feet of carpet in my room, and that's just because the door has to swing there. the rest is a foot deep layer of random drawings, clothes, some bricks, garden tools, bike parts, and other things. It may be time to clean.

My take on the election? it makes for good cartoons.

Super liberal "yea Kerry" people are annoying as fuck. and Bush is still one dumb motherfucker (watch the debates). But no matter how bad Bush looks, Kerry is still not the first second or third coming of Christ (depending on your particular beliefs).

http://www.piratesandemperors.com/ http://www.jibjab.com/

It's a corderoy pants and hooded sweatshirt day. Really I'd rather it were a lay in bed and pull covers over your head type of day but that's not possible.

I'm failing linguistics. I've never gotten a C in my life and now I'm failing linguistics. My mom majored in linguistics. This is bad. So now you see why I trudged to linguistics in my grey hooded sweatshirt and corderoy pants today. I trudged because I couldn't find my bike lock. stellar absofuckinglutely stellar.

You'd do a lot of drugs too if you had to live on a tour bus

The commander was a wide floundering sort of fellow. By this I mean the lower half of his body resembled a walrus, fins for legs enormous girthy tail - the works. And he had a sort of paralysis in his upper body that kept him from seeing or hearing quite so well. He had only been sucessful after the accident because he recieved no pity from society, as both of these somewhat spectacular handicaps are due to a botched plastic surgery.

He became something of an interstellar Helen Keller, if you will. Spreading the word to all the galaxy that even if you were triply, quadrupuly, or nonagopuly handicapped, in the cases of some species, you still could be sucessful. the trick was after the accident you had blame the cause on some horribly boneheaded manneuver on your part. Taking full responsiblity for your handicap was the only way to fully reintagrate into a society bent of fixing blame.

How to make a number one single

It's a mite chilly outside. I would say perhaps, it's cooler than a cat lickin' antifreeze popsickles.

I have been awake for 40 hours straight. I was in the art building 27 hours out of the 40. I spent 6 more hours at work. So that leaves 7 free hours in a two day period to eat, shower, and get project materials.

"If all people were self-reliant -- a nation of artisans, craftsmen, hunters, trappers, farmers, ranchers -- . . . wealth would be useless." Edward Abbey, Confessions of a Barbarian

In explaining the failure of decades of prohibitionist legislation, former chief of police of the USA, Joseph D McNamara, wrote in National Review...

"It's the money, stupid. After 33 years as a police officer in three of the country's largest cities, that is my message to the righteous politicians who obstinately proclaim that a war on drugs will lead to a drug-free America. About $500 of heroin or cocaine in a source country will bring in as much as $100,000 on the streets of an American city. All the cops, armies, prisons and executions in the world cannot impede a market with that kind of tax-free profit-margin. It is the illegality that permits the obscene mark-up, enriching drug-traffickers, distributors, dealers, crooked cops, lawyers, judges, politicians, bankers, businessmen..." Choking off the supply of narcotics at source isn't a realistic prospect either.

Myles Ambrose, one of President Nixon's closest advisers in the War on Drugs, was scathing in his judgement of some of his fellow drug-warriors...

"...The basic fact that eluded these great geniuses was that it takes only ten square miles of poppy to feed the entire American heroin market, and they grow everywhere...."

A cat told me a tale the other day
I believe it was a manx
a tale of
One hundred percent all beef franks
and a hindu hot dog stand vendor
with wares stamped return to sender

Sometimes I find myself asking, what profession would have the best dental hygiene?

There's the obvious choice, dentists and orthodontists but I don't think they would have the cleanest teeth. If you do something all day, whatever it is, that becomes work to you and you want to get away from it when you're not working. Take for example swimming, swimming is pretty great, but if you're a lifeguard you don't really want to go swimming on your days off. I read somewhere that Cardiologists are more likely to experience heart disease than the average person because they believe it can't happen to them and thus don't take propper preventive measures.

No, I would choose drywall finishers, autobody workers, and cabinet makers. What do they have in common, dusty workspaces, which means they spend a lot of time behind a dust mask. Anyone who spends a lot of time that close to their own breath is highly aware of its quality.

So if you wouldn't describe someone as being hot, or being cool. Would they be lukewarm; tepid maybe.

"Do you ever get the feeling that some people are out there purely for your amusement," somebody once asked me before we got drunk and made out.

Yeah sometimes I get that feeling. Yesterday our neighbor had the road blocked off with little orange soccer cones while he chainsawed this huge dying tree that hung out over the street. He kept running out into the street lugging the chainsaw in one arm, waving with the other, yelling like a madman at the cars running over his sad little cones and driving right under this hanging tree. We just stood there waiting for a car to get crushed.
He goes back to sawing and a police car pulls up. The officer gets out, one hand on his holster and walks towards our neighbor who still doesn't see him. He's so wrapped up in chainsawing that the officer practically has to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. So then he talks to the cop, still holding this chainsaw and he's kind of agitated because of all the cars just ignoring him. It just looked like a scene from a bad slasher film. Then they get it settled, the cop blocks the street and he goes back to sawing. A couple of minutes later the tree comes crashing down into the middle of the street hits and then bounces. That was the best part, to see something that immense actually bounce.

"the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert" good idea Mr. Johnny Cash.

I had beer for breakfast today, but it was ok. It was Guinness. Calorie wise its basically it's like eating two pieces of toast.

Why do they put babies and animals like bears on the packaging for toilet paper? Neither actually would need to use the product. I would be more impressed if they put an expert on there. You know Wheaties is the breakfast of champions - you put champions on the box. I want high performance toilet paper. Put somebody on there who knows about toilet paper, like that Japanese competitive eater, the one that eats like 60 hotdogs in ten minutes, I would trust his opinion on toilet paper brands.

I am the fastest man in Hiawatha. Ok so I got fourth in the race but the other three weren't from Hiawatha. 19:30 for a 5K, that's under 6:30 a mile. Yesss my training regimen of doing nothing, smoking, and drinking has succeded; I am still fast.

oh dear god the kleptones are amazing. that is all.

reheating a twice-baked potato in the microwave makes it a - thrice-baked potato?

this has absolutely nothing to do with potatoes: http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,1284,62687,00.html