Saturday, December 27, 2003
Michael Jackson Speaks Out "Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists," says Jackson. Does he have any idea how creepy that sounds? This guy is operating without a net. He's so disconnected from reality that he can't understand that saying something like that just makes him sound crazy, not innocent (and if it sounds like a duck, and it quacks like a duck ... then it's probably molesting children).
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Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Ewww Just went to FoxNews.com. The first ad on their page was for a talking Ann Coulter doll. I guess they know their audience.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Investigative Journalism + Google Image Search Why would Gadhafi, a man who has been involved with some of the worst terror attacks of the century suddenly be interested in peace with the US? I'll tell you why! He's dead. Just compare these two pictures and you'll see why it's obvious Gadhafi is dead and his body is merely being manipulated by a cadre of secret officials:
So just like every conspiracy of the last 30 years, Andrew McCarthy is cleary behind it all, pulling the strings ... that comically flail Gadhafi's corpse when his cabinet tries to talk to him.|
Sunday, December 14, 2003
The Value of being up at 2:40 AM US may have captured Saddam Hussein. Interesting. I'm gonna cringe when I hear Bush call it a victory in the war against terror but hopefully the fuck will go on trial for all the people he's killed. errr: Hussein, not Bush. My use of "the fuck" as a pronoun could've led to some funny interpretations of that sentence. PS: DrudgeReport asleep on the job.
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Saturday, December 13, 2003
The Long and Winding Road I really wasn't that excited about coming home for a month, but then Berkeley started doing an impression of Seattle. I went outside and all I saw was grey. I don't mean just the sky. It was like all the colors had been stolen by some comic book-esque supervillain who was holding them for ransom. It was raining but it wasn't really raining. You didn't see rain, you just felt it as it slapped you in the face while you walked. It was cold too, in a very bitter and unfriendly way. People walked alone clutching umbrellas, which did nothing since the rain was flying in sideways. Everything was so grey and dank and unappealing; I felt like I'd fallen into some 1930's film noir, except the greys and blacks weren't as rich. The whole thing was very emotionally draining and really made me miss the Southern California sun (or at least what I saw of it from inside my house back home). But I'm also emotionally drained because I had two finals today. My hand is cramped from writing and every once in a while I still look at my watch wondering how much time I have left. Then the Lakers lost to Dallas, which pissed me off. Really should've been a miserable day. So thank God for pizza and MST3K. Was really feeling down, but a pizza, a soda, and an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 later and I'm happy and relaxed again. I have to start studying for my next final soon, but for today I can relax a little. I apologize for making this like an Aznbl0g with no real substance and just descriptions of daily events, but that's all I can think about. I try to look at the news and get fired up about Howard Dean (should I be fired up in a positive way or fired up in a negative way?). Frankly I'm tired and I'm looking forward to some time back home to relax and get some focus on topics and ideas that don't require you to fill in bubbles on a scantron sheet.
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Thursday, December 04, 2003
Who was that masked stranger! A while back I told a story to everyone I knew. I had been trying to turn in two lab reports for my astronomy class when they blew away in the wind. At least that was the logical conclusion I reached as unread issues of the Daily Cal flew by and I found that my reports had fallen out of my jacket pocket. I tried walking around campus to find where they had blown off to, but of course the campus' newspaper the Daily Cal had just come out so the ground was littered in every direction with discarded newspapers (not surprising since the only responsible thing to do with an issue of the Daily Cal is throw it to the ground in disgust). Annoyed, I reprinted one lab report, turned it in, and consoled myself to the loss of the other lab report which could not be reprinted. So now it's two weeks later, I show up in discussion group, and my missing lab is graded and returned to me. I don't want to say that it was a miracle, but I'm quite sure that some sort of angelic force or low-ranking Marvel superhero was involved in this act. I was 2 minutes from calling Touched by an Angel to see if they needed any new stories when I deduced that someone probably picked it up off the ground and turned it in for me. Who was this masked stranger, who braved the winds of Berkeley to turn in someone else's lab report? I guess I'll never know, but thanks, whoever you are.
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