Holy fucking shit! The Red Sox have won the World Series!
One curse down, one more to go. My bold prediction for next year: Cubbie-time.
Stay tuned....
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Mission Accomplished
Well, I've done it. I early-voted. Or, since I live in Texas, I early-threw-away-my-vote-for-president-since-we-have-an-archaic-electoral-voting-system. I realize that that last statment makes me seem a bit cynical, but I am really not a fan of the electoral college. Like unions, the electoral college once had a purpose, but no longer. "But it's the best system we've got for making sure no one state decides the vote." Yeah, whatever. The assholes that tote that horseshit around as a stock answer are the same rat-fuckers that want to amend the Constitution of the United States to legally exclude a minority. But I digress...
So, as I like to tell my students, it's not always who you vote for; sometimes it's who you vote against. And no, I did not vote straight Democrat as some of my coworkers have supposed I would. There were a few Libertarians (ie confused Republicans) that got my vote, if only because there was no Democrat in that race and I needed to vote against a Republican.
In conclusion, and with feeling, I'd like to extend a hearty and heart-felt "Go Fuck Yourself" to the entire Republican Party in general, and to certain elected officials in particular, and you know who you are.
Buck Fush!
So, as I like to tell my students, it's not always who you vote for; sometimes it's who you vote against. And no, I did not vote straight Democrat as some of my coworkers have supposed I would. There were a few Libertarians (ie confused Republicans) that got my vote, if only because there was no Democrat in that race and I needed to vote against a Republican.
In conclusion, and with feeling, I'd like to extend a hearty and heart-felt "Go Fuck Yourself" to the entire Republican Party in general, and to certain elected officials in particular, and you know who you are.
Buck Fush!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Pie a la Mole
Hey, kids! It's almost Mole Day!!!
Be sure to rearrange your schedule to accomodate Mole Day, from 6:02am to 6:02pm on October 23rd. Now you, too, can celebrate Avogadro's Number (6.02x10^23)!
http://www.moleday.org/
Enjoy!
Be sure to rearrange your schedule to accomodate Mole Day, from 6:02am to 6:02pm on October 23rd. Now you, too, can celebrate Avogadro's Number (6.02x10^23)!
http://www.moleday.org/
Enjoy!
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Quick, Robin!
And BatCon hurtles ever closer. Actually, it's called the Dallas Comicon, but for the longest time, the producers were calling it BatCon.
http://www.dallascomiccon.com
Maybe the fact that the majority of the guests are Star Trek rejects has something to do with the name change. At any rate, Michael Keaton is going to be there. Last time they had Adam West, so I'm not entirely certain if this is a step up or down. I argue for the latter as I'm a huge West fan, but I realize that I'm in the minority.
What really confuses me is that Keaton is appearing to peddle his upcoming release, "SomethingI'llProbablyRent," rather than to talk about his former donning o' the tights. How is he going to handle a couple of hundred mouth-breathing fanboys, all of whom are far more interested in knowing who gives better stinky-finger (Catwoman or Vicky Vale) than hearing about the more challenging issues brought up in "Clean and Sober?"
And what about poor Peter Mayhew, who will, once again, make another appearance in North Texas sans Wookie-wear? Can somebody give Chewie a little respect here?
For the record, yes, I'm going, and yes, I'll wait in line for Keaton's autograph, and yes, I'll probably still get a geeky little thrill out of seeing Chewie... again.
http://www.dallascomiccon.com
Maybe the fact that the majority of the guests are Star Trek rejects has something to do with the name change. At any rate, Michael Keaton is going to be there. Last time they had Adam West, so I'm not entirely certain if this is a step up or down. I argue for the latter as I'm a huge West fan, but I realize that I'm in the minority.
What really confuses me is that Keaton is appearing to peddle his upcoming release, "SomethingI'llProbablyRent," rather than to talk about his former donning o' the tights. How is he going to handle a couple of hundred mouth-breathing fanboys, all of whom are far more interested in knowing who gives better stinky-finger (Catwoman or Vicky Vale) than hearing about the more challenging issues brought up in "Clean and Sober?"
And what about poor Peter Mayhew, who will, once again, make another appearance in North Texas sans Wookie-wear? Can somebody give Chewie a little respect here?
For the record, yes, I'm going, and yes, I'll wait in line for Keaton's autograph, and yes, I'll probably still get a geeky little thrill out of seeing Chewie... again.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
My cousin Bobby's namesake...
Today, October 12th, in 1870, Washington College's President Robert Edward Lee died.
And yes, I do have a cousin named Robert Lee Bosch, but Bobby was actually named after his momma, Roberta, and not the venerated general. Bobby's living a very confused life in a mobile home somewhere in Virginia right now.
Which is nearly as fucked up as a friend of mine from college named Lee C___, who had a brother named Grant C___. Their mother and father didn't make the connection until the boys were in elementary school.
However, the bullet dodger of the month goes to me; I was nearly named James Ewell Brown Stuart Bosch. Yeah, 'JEB Stuart Bosch' would've guaranteed many an ass-whippin' in my developmental years. Thanks, mom, for going light on the drugs and keeping your head during childbirth. All things considered, I'll take Aloysius.
And yes, I do have a cousin named Robert Lee Bosch, but Bobby was actually named after his momma, Roberta, and not the venerated general. Bobby's living a very confused life in a mobile home somewhere in Virginia right now.
Which is nearly as fucked up as a friend of mine from college named Lee C___, who had a brother named Grant C___. Their mother and father didn't make the connection until the boys were in elementary school.
However, the bullet dodger of the month goes to me; I was nearly named James Ewell Brown Stuart Bosch. Yeah, 'JEB Stuart Bosch' would've guaranteed many an ass-whippin' in my developmental years. Thanks, mom, for going light on the drugs and keeping your head during childbirth. All things considered, I'll take Aloysius.
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