Dizzone

With this semester. Next one is the last one. I got four grades this semester, which is not as good as I had hoped. 4 C's.

Back in Worcester in 2005.

Last day

IS today.

Smokedot

There are too many obscure drug terms. We need to standardize drug vocabulary, so people are more easily understood between druggie regions. Yeh, Druggie regions. Here's something to illustrate my point somewhat.

GMail invites

If anyone wants to get G-Mail (Google's new email with 1000MB free storage), I have 3 invites. Email me if you are someone I have actually met before and you want one.

Comments are blocked because you people are fiends.

Yes, I stole the cookies

I totally Eminent Domained them shits. They were left in my car, so mine they were. Besides, cookies are fleeting. If you focus on the cookies when their time has passed, then you're no better than the cookie stealer himself. There are other cookies in the world, my friend. It just wasn't your time for cookies.They may have been imported, exotic cookies from a faraway land... or, just some crappy Subway cookies from Palmer. Where the gas is even a few cents cheaper than it is here in Worcester! So much so that Super is nearly less than 2 dollars a gallon!

But not quite. Damn this oil-fiending world we live in. So many people complain about gas prices, when in fact bottled water is nearly as expensive. And milk just plain blows it away! It's like damn near 4 bucks a gallon. But I don't see people buying more milk-efficient recipes for their cakes and other various milk-happy food items. You won't see an ad on T.V. touting the low milk milage of the newest brand of pancake mix. In fact, I've got a half gallon in the fridge that expired like 2 weeks ago, and is gonna go to waste as soon as one of us gets off our ass and takes out the trash. For shame! We paid good money for that milk. Much more than a half-gallon of premium unleaded. And for what? Milk sure as hell ain't gonna get me to work. It ain't gonna help my trash burn... except, wait, we live in the city. No trash burning here. Shucks! So, then, why with the expensive milk? Is there a price-fixing conspiracy, driving that of milk off the charts while gas floats sketchily around 2 dollars while the price of crude steadily rises? Are our inflated milk prices helping to keep SUV's on the road?

Why doesn't the Army drive Priuses? I'll tell you why. Because hybrids are for fags. Even though the enemy would be too busy doubling over with laughter to fight back an onslaught of Priuses (or is it "Prii"?), the trauma it would inflict on the brave men and women of our military would be far worse than anything seen before. They would have to name it something different, just so people would know. They could call it HILM, or Hybrid-Induced Loss of Manhood. Ha!

It's never enough

Another Friday. Why do the weeks go by so quickly? Work eats your soul just like WPI unless you're doing something you like. The paycheck is hardly any consolation when it doesn't even pay all the bills. Ah, well. Driving is fun.

I want an Audi 5000 Diesel! I saw one on Ebay that was mint for like $3500. That would be so pimp... then my family would have 6 diesel cars!

Diesel is the shiznit

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I obviously haven't the conviction to make this blog live up to it's definition. As married as I am to the internet age, I can't manage to keep a steady stream of witty banter to sustain regular traffic. Sorry dude.

Anyways, the Pixies played live this past tuesday at UMass Amherst in the Mullins center. My sister and my mom were nice enough to buy me a ticket and stop in Worcester to bring me along. I have to admit I was a big dork and wore earplugs through the whole thing, excepting only the song "Caribou," which is totally badass. The opening acts were quite mediocre, especially the first band, the name of which I don't really care to know. The second, Mission to Burma, was a little better. I could tell their music might be alright in a more discernable setting, but the acoustics in a basketball stadium are less than ideal. The guy at the boards must have fallen asleep for half the show, because it magically sounded much better when the headliners got on stage. I was glad that my ears were not ringing at the end, even if I did look like a loser with earplugs.

If you're into the Pixies, you may also want to check out Modest Mouse. Good stuff.

Or, on the total opposite side of the spectrum, the Scat man! May he rest in peace. Bee bop bop bada bo!