Archive for November, 2003

Friday November 21, 2003 32

Quote:
Hey, are you staying late tonight?” - For most majors a late night would mean 2am. This was a conversation held in architecture at 2am.


On The Subject of Sleep

“Sotired” should be a new word. It is a measure of how tired one is. Note: Sotired is exponentially greater than “so tired.”


The Picaso of Crayola

Picaso may have painted (and he even did dishware at one point - it is crazy). He actually made a plate that had a brocoli person on it. Anyways, I bought a package of Crayola Crayons to make refridgerator art for our place and for others. I am doing them in a limited pallette of 8 colors and with my left hand to make them feel little kid-ish. This is being done in a complete spirit of fun, inspired by Kierra, my niece who made the adorable owl in the previous post. Feel free to send requests.

Crayons often bring to mind the image of those huge mechanical beasts known as tanks. The kind used to surpress human rights of third class citizens in China. There should be a rental company that rents out tanks, that way people won’t have to pay extra for insurance. No matter how bad the driver, the tank will come back in one piece. You could hold your own revolution for only dollars a day (not including gas, mileage, and over-mileage. please see smaller invisible print for more details). And for $20 a pop one could buy “Anti Traffic Jam Devices” also known as bullet pierce high velocity explosive ammunition in uranium depleted shells. Guarantees to kill the target and kill you via radioactive exposure causing cancer.


Accelerate This

There is a commercial where a family is watching TV and the satellite goes out. The daughter runs up the stairs out on to the roof. Then she pulls a SEXTANT out of her pocket and uses it to align the satellite dish. Then it says “NAVY: Accelerate Your Life.”

I think this commercial does several things. First, it makes you wonder “who in the hell carries a sextant and knows how to use it“? Second, did she memorize the exact coordinates of the satellite? Third, I think the commercial might come across to some as “You have to be the smart to get into the Navy.”

She should kick the satellite dish. That seems more like the intelligence level of a Navy recruit. Right now, thousands of people out there are saying “I’m not smart enough to get into the Navy according to this commercial.”

It seems more like an ad for MENSA than for the Navy.


Circle My Unit

The NASA channel had a really great series on about the Unit Circle. Seriously, it had wonderful animations of all the trig laws and then later worked into simple Calculus. And no, I don’t have a sextant.


The Death of Sarcasm

Sarcasm, the only good reason to get the O’Colly…(well, the only good reason to read the O’Colly. You could always use it to line liter boxes, which would be a good reason to get it)… has ended after 100 strips. We lived on the same floor as Zach, the illustrator of Sarcasm, last year. He looks exactly like the main person in Sarcasm, and his wife really does look like a two dimensional drawing…just kidding.


Couch Rules

Here are my thoughts on what to do when watching a movie with a girl.
1.) Always sit on the side farthest from the TV.

Assuming you are on a couch perpindicular to the tv. This way you don’t have to turn your head away from the movie to look at her, tickle her, whisper in her ear, etc… It is more romantic if she doesn’t see you turning around to whisper in her ear.
2.) Turn your AC down as low as possible before she arrives.
This is key if you want the following to work.
3.) The first time she mentions it is cold, say you are cold too.
4.) Get her a blanket. Don’t ask, just do it.
This comes across as very caring. Note: you want to get the smallest blanket possible. Get one that will barely cover you and her. Besides, if there are other people around and the blanket is big you may have to share it with a rival guy.

Tuesday November 18, 2003 30

Quote:
A snake bite kit is a body bag.”

- Mitch Hedburg

O Glorious Day of Roastbeef!!

Today has been the most wonderful day. I have had a bounty of blessings delivered to my door step. First, I came back to my apartment to discover a UPS package for me. It contained three loaves of asaiago bread from the Panera bread company, a corporate schwag t-shirt, a note, and a wonderful drawing of an owl from my three year old niece. She is my favorite, and only, niece. This was all sent to “Let you know we love you” from my sister Elizabeth. Nothing is more wonderful than loving family. Nothing is more entertaining than the mind of a child.

A friend was throwing out a computer. She said I could have it and the monitor. I bring them to my apartment and both work perfectly! And it isn’t a bad system either! Awesome. More free stuff!

Then, I won the iPHOTO contest. I won a free 20gb iPOD. The new thin kind. It comes with everything too…the docking base, the inline remote, everything! I am drooling in anticipation for it. Having Heidi Klum fall passionatley in love with me is the only thing that didn’t happen yesterday.

Old Days of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

Master and Commander, the new Russel Crowe movie, opened this weekend. I haven’t seen it. But I know when any of us think of the British Navy we all think of the legendary Fallatio Hornblower.

Holiday Forgotten

Thanksgiving is lost between Halloween and Christmas, which are two holidays when you get free stuff from people who are legally obligated not to poison you or give you explosives.

I think Thanksgiving should change colors to Red and Green. You know, jump on the Christmas band wagon. That way people would say “Oh, you are decorating for Thanksgiving and Christmas.” Name recognition goes a long way.

Tuesday November 11, 2003 42

Quote:
Nick: going to your mother’s back in a min.

My mom runs a quick shop. It was funny to read though.


Love In the Elevator

Saturday night I got into the elevator headed for the first floor. The doors shut, the elevator didn’t move, and the doors didn’t open until the elevator repair man showed up.Elevator music may be very overrated, but it would have been nice to listen to at that moment. Unless it was Yanni or Wayne Newton - in which case may the elevator plummet quickly.

Yes, I was stuck in an elevator. I am the first person I know who has been stuck in one. It was great. I made love in the elevator to pass the time… did I mention I was alone? I am serious about getting stuck, but not serious about the sex. (i looked all over google for a picture of some hot girl in an elevator, but none exist. Therefore, picture one in your head. Girls, you can picture a guy. Is he ripped? Is he handsome? Then it is the same as pretending you got stuck in the elevator with me)

I used the call phone and was connected to 911, which was another first for me. The operator was very polite and sounded cute. She forgot to hang up (she is sooo fired) though and I heard the next call or two, which were very uneventful.

After about ten minutes two police officers came. They stood outside the door and would ask me at random intervals if I was okay. “Yes, but very bored.” Perhaps I should have picked a number between one and a billion, decimals included, and asked them to guess.

The elevator man showed up after 20 minutes. Got me out in about 30 seconds. And then climbed in and took it for a ride to figure out what is wrong. Here is my question, who would save him if he got stuck?

Upon hearing the news NBC announced it was dropping the Jessica Lynch movie for a new made for tv movie about my elevator entrapment. The climax is when the elevator man opens the door and says “I’m from Oklahoma. I’m here to save you.”

How did I spend my time?

Having played around with the Kerr-Drummond Elevators a lot (a group of us figured out how to ride on top of them) I attempted to get myself out. Alas, the elevator I was stuck in is in Jones, and is a very different elevator. Nothing about it, other than the whole elevating capability, was the same.

Next, I did what we all do when stuck in an elevator: Pilates. It felt good to exercise, stretch, and relax. Very soothing. Then I sat indian style on the floor and continued proper yoga breathing. Very oxygenating. The next part sounds cliched. I prayed, because I hadn’t in too long.

Overall, I give the experience 5 stars out of 5. It was clean, safe, fun, nice to have five minutes alone, gave me a legal reason to call 911, and made me laugh a bunch.


Saturday November 8, 2003 15

Quotes:
My sister is dumb. I feel good about that.”
- Chase

If you don’t love her, cover.”
- Quote from guy sitting behind me in the Matrix: Revolution.

A whole new E.R. thursday.”
- NBC Commercial as though you would ever hear “Half of a new E.R. followed by half of an old E.R.” Like the show Friends, ER has been horrible (very far from roastbeef) for the past four or five seasons. Therefore, two halves of two sucky episodes would be better than two bad episodes.


Random Moments

Stephanie and I had a chance to chat the other day. It was snowing in minneapolis. Go leave comments on her page about how selfish she is for not sending half of the snow down here. Forget criminal exchange programs (do they have those? it would be like foreign exchange students…i should patent that idea), how about weather exchange programs.

The HEN, a classification of Russian nuclear submarines, is named after the first three russian nuclear subs of the type: The Hotel, Echo, and November.

Women are the most beautiful beings. Don’t get surgery. You are beautiful the way you are. It is gross to see women on tv with enhanced size 6666ddddddddddd breast jobs. Be happy with yourself. And if you are naturally a 6666ddddddddddd size, then be happy with that. If you are a -6666ddddddddddd, then be happy with that.

Logic

Other people decrease your worth proved through undeniable logic, for I am a logic ninja… Prepare to be blown away by logic…woosh (that is a ninja attack sound)…

Initial Statement: A Picture is worth a thousand words.

A photograph of yourself is worth: a thousand words.
1000 words divided by one person = 1000 words per person.

A photograph of you and your significant other is worth: a thousand words.
1000 words divided by two people = 500 words per person.


Matrix: Retitled

Wednesday Kai and I headed to the amazing stillwater cinema spectactica to watch the unamazing anticlimactica Matrixa. The quality of the Matrix is inversely proportional to the number of the sequel.

During the previews Kai would lean over and whisper comments about each preview. Then during the movie one of those moments of akward silence hit, which is the moment Kai decided to say in a loud booming voice “I like that guys fighting style.”

Perhaps Warner Brothers should have renamed the Reload and Revolution to “Matrix: Sucks” and “Matrix: Even Suckier.” It is fun, but holds no candle to the fresh ideas and special effects of the first. Oh well, go spend the $7 seeing it or the rest of our generation will banish you for life.


My Life As a Movie

They can be smell, funny, boring, smart, clever, dim, stupid, texan, or any other combination of ailments and conning attirbutes. If I were to personify each of us as a televion or movie personality, this would be the result… (note: I am doing this because someday NBC will want to overtramatize and cliche a dramatic part of our lives, similar to the whole Jessica Lynch made for TV movie.)

NBC’s new slogan “cheapen your life through television.”

Jason would be portrayed by Owen Wilson
Becase he dresses nice without looking gay and had a deadly quiet wit. He might not say anything for hours - but when he does it is bound to be funny. And he is the best facial expressions ever.

Andrew would be played by Oscar the Grouch.
Not because he is grouchy, but rather because he is actually less clean. You can always follow Andrew’s trail about the place.

Alan would be played by Alf.
Both are alien (Alan is from texas) and like to indulge themselves on the occassional meal of cat, which is why our cat has been missing since we moved in.

I would be played by Stewie from the Family Guy
Cynnical, cunning, and smart. And he shoots at a fifth grade level!


Ninjas of Insanity

I am out to promote the advancement of insanity through the use of subtle pranks. A lot of times people pull the most obvious pranks and expect the victim not to notice. For instance, someone walks up to you and says “Smell this!” Do you expect it to smell wonderful. No. Why? Because no one asks you to smell things under normal circumstances. To properly screw with someone’s head you must set up a series of seemingly unrelated circumstances. The number one rule is to never mention what you did to the person.

Put a small church… I mean pebble in your roommates shoe every day. Never mention or ask about it. One day he’ll finally say “there are always rocks in my shoes.” You should counter by calmly saying “Never happens to me.”

Messing with someone’s computer. Don’t move the computer or unplug everything. Do random small things. Such as reseting the homepage. Remove or unplug one cable from the computer. Adjust the color of the monitor.

A great car sabotage, that is not subtle, is to turn everything in the car on. We’re talking about maximum air conditiong, wind shield wipers, radio, turn signal, and emergency brake.

Cut every third Q-tip in half. Roommate sabotage or factory defect?

See a stack of styrofoam cups? Remove the first five. Then put a small hole in the sixth one and place them all back in a stack. Note: if you poke a hole in the first one, the first person will notice and then everyone will check their cups for holes.

Be creative, simple, and subtle.
Be an insanity ninja. Creating insanity without leaving a trace.

Wednesday November 5, 2003 19


Win Ben Stein’s Money

Tonight Ben Stein spoke at the Wes Watkins center. Kenny, Sara, Tyler, Alan, and I headed over to watch. He wasn’t the best speaker ever, but he wasn’t horrible either.

Sara was eating donuts on the way over. Kenny and I ate one apiece. Later we found out it was her dinner…meaning we had eaten two thirds of her dinner. What horrible people we are?

He started by telling around six jokes (varying from somewhat funny to a little raunchy). Kenny was hoping he would jump out with a guitar and jam with the crowd to be different and surprising.

He answered questions afterwards, which ranged from the request of him doing his famous “Bueller, Bueller, Bueller…” bit from Farris Beuller’s day off to the question “How much money did you lose on Ben Stein’s Money?” He claims he lost around one million dollars. The equivalent of 200 games.

Stein wrote speeches for Nixon. Tyler wondered if Stein had penned the words “I am not a crook.” Turns out he didn’t. He gets asked the question enough they printed it on the back of the VIP tickets (which we didn’t have but a friend did).

Afterwards, we all get our pictures taken with him and we challenged him to a game of Trivial Pursuit. Sensing the uncanny intelligence we poses he ran away into the night.


Confrence at U of A

I’ve been super busy the last two weeks. Architecture took a trip to the Allen-Lambe house last week, which is in Wichita. Then I was at a SWACURH confrence at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville, Arkansas U of A is a beautiful campus. The ozarks are nothing short of gorgeous this time of year as the trees change colors and create a vivid landscape of colorful hills.

These pictures give a better sense of the enviornment of Arkansas… such as a picture of the “Democracy Caravan,” which is the world’s worst attempt to generate voter turn out, a cairn to TinGoddess13, and other random shit.

In a recent Arby’s commercial they proclaim “Roastbeef has never been this exciting before.” Or something which implied roastbeef is exciting. Therefore, Jason and I have started referring to exciting things as “roast beef!” For example, “Seeing Ben Stein was roast beef,” which should explain why roast beef was bolded in the last blog.


iPod iPhoto contest is going

Next time you are in the student union look at the bulletin boards displayed along the hall and locate the photos for the competition. The photos are rotated every day or two so that I can’t tell everyone “hey, go vote for me #3.1415926” Very clever. Check out the pictures here. Then go vote for them!