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|Wednesday, January 21st, 2004|
|Howard Dean troubles me...
A quote from the Young Democrats up here at Dartmouth: "Bush's Last State of the Union Address
Come to Rocky 1 tonight to jeer at President Bush while he stumbles through his last State of the Union address. Food will be provided. Starts at 9."
In the interest of fairness, since they can laugh at President Bush's [rather occasional] verbal stumble, here's a little something for the rest of us.http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view.php?id=146488
Enjoy, and be very, very afraid...especially with that last picture. Yikes.
Have you SEEN the promotional movies for Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes? They're ridiculously awesome. The longer one is fully 27 minutes long but well worth it. Now critics can say absolutely nothing about the childish aura of the Gamecube, because these movies just show how incredibly awesome and mature this system can be. Check it out at:http://www.konamijpn.com/products/mgs_tts/english/index.html
March 4, ladies and gentlemen. Mark it on your calendars, because it's certainly going to be marked on mine.
|Thursday, January 15th, 2004|
Best proverb ever.
Saw this on a bathroom stall, by the way...
"The early bird gets the worm,
But the second mouse gets the cheese."
|Thursday, December 4th, 2003|
Yes, it's me. Thed following is a paid service announcement for several GameCube games.
It's egg nog season here, and I am very, very happy about that. (sorry, Patrick) As a result, I am firmly convinced of the fact that God drinks two things: apple juice, and egg nog. Just try and argue against that.
I recently got Prince of Persia, and it is Nice. Very beautifully done, with tight and intuitive controls and very enjoyable fights.
Skies of Arcadia Legends, although I did not buy it, was a rental for which I went a week overdue. I would highly recommend it, especially for the air-naval battles. Can be rather difficult in some battles, particularly against bounties.
Soul Calibur II is very pretty, and at a recent video-gaming party in Collis, I defeated 13 opponents in a row, mostly with my main man Link. He owns.
But enough about that stuff. Chemistry 5 has been nasty ever since they switched profs mid-term, causing a subsequent median drop of over 20 points. Prof. Cantor is the type of lecturer who writes enormous numbers of complicated calculations and reactions on the board WHILE speaking about the important applications and meanings of all this stuff. The result is a notebook written full of the numbers and symbols, and a brain without any f***ing clue about what the hell most of it means.
|Sunday, May 25th, 2003|
|Tuesday, May 20th, 2003|
So I was at Food Court earlier tonight, and there was a really large crowd of people there. The lines were extremely long, and everybody had to wait a good while before even getting to order.
When I had been waiting about twenty-five minutes and was finally nearing the spot where one orders, a young woman catches my attention and asks if I'd ordered yet. I say no, and she asks me if I could order a small chicken nuggets for her so she doesn't have to wait in line forever.
I think about it for a second. Line-cutters generally piss me off no end, and this was tantamount to it. BUT...she's really rather pretty, with a fine smile and cool blue eyes. So I give in and say sure.
I kept saying to myself, "I just can't refuse a pretty face." Now if a guy had asked me, I at least would have thought it over considerably more before accepting, or, if I had been in a bad mood like I was earlier (got another Bio exam back), I might have even blown him off and told him to wait with all the other people.
So my question is this: are my actions defined by chivalry, or by sexism? And is sexism necessarily a bad thing?
|Friday, May 16th, 2003|
Well, I'm finally updating again. It's been a bit hectic these past weeks, what with Wild Arms 3, Kingdom Hearts, and Metal Gear Solid 2 landing in my lap along with a friend's borrowed PS2. Add to that the Genetics exam Monday, lab Wednesday, and a paper on "Parzival" and "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" that I managed to write from scratch from 8:45 this morning for a due date at 4:30 this afternoon, with classes all in between. That last one was the fault of my stupid Circadian rhythm kicking in when I told it specifically not to. In any case, it's done, and I thought it turned out pretty well, too.
Now for my 10-page term paper due in a week...
Here at Dartmouth we have a proud tradition known as Green Key Weekend. The thing that reminded me today was that as I was walking to class today at half-past eight, I came across a random pair of underwear. I did not check to see if it had been worn.
Green Key is that magical time of year when students are cramming and writing doing all kinds of stuff that they just don't fuggin' wanna, and they want to get away as fast as humanly possible. Up here, the way to do that is with loads and loads of alcohol, because there's really not much else to do in the woods of New Hampshire. Patrick can attest to this--not necessarily because he's done it, but because he's watched other people do it. Apparently it's hilarious. I'll be sure to be watching my roommate closely for drunken buffoonery.
I mentioned to Patrick, entirely in jest, that I was thinking about playing the Superman theme as loud as possible while streaking the Green. Should the academic stress on me get any worse, I just might do it, and extend it to the Administration Building.
The thing is, I just know that it would be so incredibly hilarious....Awww, they don't have an "evil" mood on here. Guess I'll have to settle for...
Current Mood: recumbent
Current Music: The Two Towers - Main Theme - Requiem for a Dream
|Monday, April 28th, 2003|
Good evening to all, or morning as it may be. Whatever, you get my drift.
Yes, I'm new to the blurty scene, but I'm sure you nice people can help a newbie out.
My name's Ryan. Read my bio, you'll get a good feel for what I'm all about, though there's a lot more. I couldn't really think of it all, seeing as I've been up all night TALKING TO MY BROTHER (yeah, I'm talkin' to you). My brain gets a little fuzzy when it's running low on sleep.
Speaking of low on sleep, here's a thought I came up with one of those long study nights: What if I were the only one to exist on this world, in this universe, and you all were just mirages created by God to test my particular personality? No one actually exists in this world except me, and maybe you exist in your own worlds but I don't. God could certainly do it if He wanted to, the only question is if He did. Of course I don't actually believe that hogwash, and I don't encourage any of you to take it seriously. After all, that was a night hepped up on zero sleep, Latin subjunctives, and Ramen noodles. DO NOT TRUST THE NOODLES.
Anyway, I'm currently a classical studies major, but I'm trying to fulfill steps for veterinary school. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be a vet, and yet while I'd love to work with kittens and puppies and all, my real ambition (besides ruling the world) is to become a tiger specialist, or at least big cats. It's probably the influence of Calvin and Hobbes.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...