My So-Called Incident

Ashes

2005-12-07T16:33:00.000-08:00

I remember it was only a week after she had died, a good girl, and my mother was reminiscing. “She was so sweet and never angry. She was only angry once.” So is the nature of human speech, but impossible still. Either Lily was never angry or she had been on only one occasion. “It was the night of a thunderstorm and she was sleeping in your room, Arch.”
My mother looked at me with wet eyes, her fork hovering above a pork chop. The air surrounding our porch was humid and filled with bugs. I could hear my father’s chewing. My sister, Jamie, was sprawled out like a dog and twirling her hair. My mother looked down through an invisible portal that took her back to the moment in her mind.
“Lily was terrified of thunder. I came into your room,” again my mother found my face, her eyes even wetter now, but not crying. The fact that no tears climbed over the wall of her eyelid was upsetting. They wanted to. “I accidentally stepped on her foot and she let out a yell.” The parallel to my mom’s behavior was uncanny. She, too, had always been petrified of storms.
At this time, the sun poured through a clearing in the backyard trees on its way over the horizon as God placed on a spotlight on the storyteller and highlighted mom’s cheek. We were all sitting in the same spots on the porch, a week before, when the news of Lily’s death was revealed by my father, who I’ve seen choke on sadness only twice in my life. The other time, Jamie had been recognized as an outstanding student in her third grade class and was allowed to read a poem before the entire school and the parents of the children. I think his voice cut off as soon as he said the word “proud.”
Years later, I would realize that he was not actually the strongest, smartest man in the world as I’d always thought. He was my father, though, and so could lift train cars with ease and tell me anything I wanted to know about everything.
The bed, still rich with the scent of young, golden hair, had not been removed from our home. I’d occasionally curled up on it and stayed there until my chest hurt. “Here,” my father said and motioned for me to hand over my plate. I could tell he was feeling sad about things and wanted to leave the table and clean dishes and clean his head of all sad things.
Death had never meant much to me until she left, and now I understood the pain of so many others. The situation left me with nowhere to go and nostalgia for innocence. I had been born pure, only to collect dirt, like a pair of sneakers, as time went on. It might be charming or exciting, the prospective filth of experience. All I really wanted was to play with Lily.
My mother rubbed her sleeve across her eyes and walked out of the room with my sister following. I looked out to the spot in the garden where Lily’s ashes were buried. The sun was gone now, and soon everything would be black.
Since I was little, I knew stories of characters who wanted something and eventually got it. That was when you knew the story was over. But I learned that there are stories with no end, such as this, that I’m forced to keep reading until I die. After that, it will be yours.

CaMpUs FoOd

2005-12-05T12:26:00.000-08:00

This may look disgusting, but man, does it taste great....For all you college folk out there that have no meal plan left, I am sure this will keep your appetite very minimum for at least a couple days!!!

HoLiDaY jOke ! ! ! !

2005-12-05T12:24:00.000-08:00

Here is a bit of a joke that proves that the children these days are possibly too obsessed with the technology we have:

As a little girl climbed onto Santa's lap, Santa asked the usual, "And what would you like for Christmas?"

The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped,

"Didn't you get my E-mail?"

guestpost guestpost

2005-12-01T20:27:00.000-08:00

i'm supposed to be writing a paper for my psych class but lauren ws like 'make a guest post on my blog for class' and i realized i wasn't doing anything but procrastinating anyway, so why not

okay so as sean, guest blogger, i present the best of the internet chapter 1 (five parts)
1. HEL-LOOKS: pictures of finnish hipsters and schoolkids
2. oliver.jpg: the first result when you do an image search for my name. not my dog though
3. Microgram: learn about how drug smugglers come up with insane ways to bring shit into/through the country
4. Foundphotos: people are awesome. and they share their pictures on the internet way too much
5. overheardinnewyork: sometimes i wish i ws back in the tri-state

i'll write more later if i feel like it
byeeee

oLiVeR vErNoN

2005-12-01T18:55:00.000-08:00

Almost anyone involved in the psychedelic culture of Sound Tribe Sector 9 is familiar with artist Oliver Vernon
who is known to sit in during a show every now and then and unleash his gifts. This creative genius is one of the many upcoming artists who experiment with alternative forms of perception, usually in the form of large-scale Mandala-based designs. His interest in human consciousness is evident in his impetuous works of art. W
Whether he is creating an installatio, a painting, a sand scuplture, or a video, his achievements will no doubt blow your mind.
Of all of his mediums, I personally prefer Oliver Vernon's paintings. They are a creation of both organic and inorganic shapes that seem to burst out of some other universe. His explosive paintings are extremely strong and powerful, but still retain a sense of elegance and delicacy.
Before making it big (with orginial work selling for as much as $35,000), Oliver was a student here at The University of Vermont. Raised in Brooklym but having traveled all throughout India, Oliver's influences are centered around Zen spirituality with a touch of urban street culture.
Oliver Vernon's works have been commissioned by top bars, clubs, and art museums all around the world. Some of his work is also on exhibition at the Lineage Gallery in Burlington.

* Convergence is a new book of art featuring works by Oliver Vernon, Damon Soule, David Choong Lee, Brett Amory, and NoMe Adonna.

2005-12-01T18:10:00.000-08:00

a heart only knows one real way

strip away the world and its true

countless strands of reckless confusion

tell me your story and i'll buy you a brew

each moment adding to the total

weight of the world won't let you think

its all just becoming too much

finish your story and i'll buy another drink

ever notice most stories end too soon

within your soul you have the power to write

find the one who makes you feel alive

spill your love and take them home tonight

About me:
i'm 26 from arizona. most people think i'm a hippie, but im just a republican who loves tie dye. i enjoy drinking and writing bad poetry.

hApPy ThUrSdAy ! ! ! !

2005-11-10T19:38:00.000-08:00

HAPPY THURSDAY!!!! Don't get too thirsty!

Or too weird!

You still have classes on Friday...don't forget!

late halloween....

2005-11-07T22:28:00.000-08:00

i know this is a bit late...but decided to post this. obviously, it was a great halloween....

First pic is of a very tired chica...costume unknown...however massive amounts of clothing...that's right, she is wearing 3 skirts and a pair of pants, don't ask me why!!!!....second pic is an "old man" taking his daily nap, without his cap or corn cob pipe...costume was much cooler when the old man was awake and not going to bed at 7:30 after the early bird dinner.

The Penis Wants a Raise

2005-11-07T20:18:00.000-08:00

I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the
following reasons:

1. I do physical labor.
2. I work at great depths.
3. I plunge head first into everything I do.
4. I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
5. I work in a damp environment.
6. I work in a dark area that has poor ventilation.
7. I work in high temperatures.
8. My work exposes me to diseases.
_______________________________

Dear Penis,

After assessing your request, and considering the
arguments you have raised, the management denies your
request for the following reasons:

1. You do not work 8 hours straight.
2. You WORK IN SHORT SPURTS AND fall asleep after EACH
brief work period.
3. You do not always follow the orders of the
management team.
4. You do not stay in your designated area, and are
often seen visiting other locations.
5. You do not take initiative - you need to be
pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
6. You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of
your shift.
7. You don’t always observe necessary safety
regulations, such as wearing the correct protective
clothing.
8. You will retire LONG before you are 65.
9. You are unable to work double shifts.
10. You sometimes leave your designated work area
before you have completed the assigned task.
11. And if that were not all, you have constantly been
seen entering and exiting the workplace carrying two
suspicious-looking bags.

Sincerely, The Management

jOkE oF tHe DaY !!!

2005-10-31T14:34:00.000-08:00

Little Johnny was on a park bench stuffing all of his Halloween candy in his mouth. An old lady came over and said. "Son, don't you know that eating all of that candy will rot your teeth, give you acne, and make you sick?"
"My grandfather lived to be 105 years old!" replied Johnny.

"Did he eat five candy bars at a sitting?" the old lady retorted.

"No, said Johnny, but he minded his own freakin' business."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

tHe WaY wE gEt By ! ! ! !

2005-10-31T12:20:00.000-08:00

This is a movie I made featuring a clan of great/wild college kiddos. Copy and Paste the link and you should be able to watch it!

http://www.zippyvideos.com/9442088852018756/they_way_we_get_by/

I want you in my PANTS!

2005-10-26T16:26:00.000-07:00

1 creative duo.
+
1 large pair of pants.
____________________

2 hotties in them!!!

Needless to say, those pair of pants will never be used again...(after attempting (and succeeding) to put 3 people in them!)

...dance like no one is watching...

2005-10-25T16:56:00.000-07:00

So for a friend's birthday last year, we decided to celebrate by inviting a stripper to her party. You may recognize this half naked beefcake from around campus...he is the one, the only...B Rent!

This started out as an all girl's event in which Andrew (the stunned stud at the door) obviously didn't realize what he was about to walk in on.

*Don't worry...we will post some live footage of the striptease in the near future.
*Brent accepts alcohol for his services...let us know if you'd like his digits.

(picture courtesy of Lauren "hotness" Counter)

Current music: Phoenix- Alphabetical

More Chi Town Pics....

2005-10-20T14:11:00.000-07:00

After popular demand, I have decided to post a couple more pics of the Chicago skyline.

The first one is a bit blurry, but I thought it gives a good idea of what the city looks like at night. The lights are beautiful. The top of the Sears Tower and a couple other buildings are pink to show their support of Breast Cancer Awareness month. The second one is just a random smokestack and I did some sneaky photo trick (required no flash...and moving the camera before it finished taking it).

Joke of the Day!

2005-10-20T13:56:00.000-07:00

This joke takes me way back to when I would always get lost in the grocery store and had trouble finding my mom or dad...but there is a little spin to it....

A little boy was lost at a large shopping mall.

He approached a uniformed security guard and said, "I've lost my grandpa!"

The cop asked, "What's he like?"

The little boy replied, "Jack Daniels and women with big boobies."

HaHaHAAAA!

Chi Town Skyline

2005-10-19T18:15:00.000-07:00

I took these pictures when I was visiting my sister at her apartment in Chicago last weekend. Much more nighttime pics will be added later on!

Young Addict!!!!!

2005-10-19T17:05:00.000-07:00

I think this is an extremely interesting/hilarious/sad picture. Makes you really think, huh?

Thanks again to ebaumsworld.com

Joke of the Day!!!

2005-10-19T16:55:00.000-07:00

A huge muscular man walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender hands him the beer and says, "You know, I'm not gay but I want to compliment you on your physique, it really is phenomenal! I have a question though, why is your head so small?"

The big guy nods slowly. He's obviously fielded this question many times.

"One day," he begins, "I was hunting when I got lost in the woods. I heard someone crying for help and fianally realized that it was coming from a frog sitting next to a stream."

So I picked up the frog and it said, "Kiss me. Kiss me and I will turn into a genie and grant you 3 wishes."

So I looked around to make sure I was alone and gave the frog a kiss. POOF! The frog turned into a beautiful, voluptuous, naked woman.

She said, "You now have 3 wishes."

I looked down at my scrawny 115 pound body and said, "I want a body like Arnold Schwarzenegger."

She nodded, whispered a spell, and POOF! there I was, so huge that I ripped out of my clothes and was standing there naked!

She then asked, "What will be your second wish?"

I looked hungrily at her beautiful body and replied, "I want to make sensuous love with you here by this stream." She nodded, laid down, and beckoned to me. "We then made love for hours!"

Later, as we lay there next to each other, sweating from our glorious lovemaking, she whispered into my ear, "You know, you do have one more wish. What will it be?"

I looked at her and replied, "How about a little head?"

Thanks to ebaumsworld.com for this joke!

Why MAT rocks...

2005-10-18T10:26:00.000-07:00

So for any of you that live in Marsh Austin Tupper, you have probably seen this bulletin board posted by our RA's.

TOP 10 REASONS WHY STUDYING IS BETTER THAN SEX:

You can usually find someone to do it with.
When you open a book, you don't have to worry about who else has opened it.
You can finish early without feelings of guilt or shame.
You don't have to put your beer down to do it
If you get tired, you can stop, save your place, and pick up where you left off.
If you don't finish a chapter, you won't gain a reputation as a "book teaser".
You can do it, eat and watch TV all at the same time.
You don't get embarassed if your parents interrupt you in the middle.
A little coffee and you can do it all night.
If you aren't sure what you 're doing, you can always ask your roommate for help!

PRACTICE SAFE SEX: USE A CONDOM!

Current music: Rage Against the Machine: Evil Empire

Joke of the Day!

2005-10-18T10:20:00.000-07:00

Due to MILLIONS of request, here is our joke of the day...after about a month.

The owner of a drug store walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall. The owner asks the clerk, "What's with that guy over there by the wall?"

The clerk says, "Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn't find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative."

The owner says, "You idiot! You can't treat a cough with laxatives!"

The clerk says, "Oh yeah? Look at him, he's afraid to cough!"

Riddles Are Abound Tonight

2005-10-17T12:56:00.000-07:00

Thiry Words
A. E. Cushing

You’ve seen the TV schedules in newspapers that give the times, channels, etc., etc., of shows and movies each day. And next to the film titles or episode names there are short blurbs summarizing the plot in thirty words or less. I write those.
At Grifton Tech, we call it data, or TV listings. GT is all about professionalism -- except me. Sometimes I don’t watch the material I cover. I never had time to see “Leprechaun IV: In Space.” But you’d be surprised how much information you can gather judging everything by its cover.
I remember a horror bomb called “Jack Frost.” That assignment was easy. I went to “Video World” with a pint of Lo Mein. There was Jack, in New Releases, grimacing his icicle teeth on the holographic VHS sleeve, green-eyed wearing a plaid scarf. I read the box for plot subtleties and wrote the blurb on the back of my “Fung Wah Food” receipt:

“A truck of ‘genetic material’ crashes into a car transporting a convicted serial killer creating a cold-hearted killer snowman.”

There it was. One hundred and seven minutes condensed to a sentence. Although I’ll admit my version is significantly more inspired. My job is a bit like working on a parrot farm – nobody appreciates or recognizes it.
I work forty-five wasteful hours a week doing very little. Once I got busted because the company’s Internet surveillance system accused me of looking at midget porno. That was Mark, the guy I work next to. He helps me download music and Tetris and I give him old movies I don’t want anymore. (“Spice World” is somewhere in his apartment.) Mark is supposed to e-mail companies about important cable lineup changes but instead dedicates his desk drawers to hiding the data. No one has caught on yet.
If I leave my station to use the bathroom he sneaks to my desk and opens up websites featuring really depraved stuff. And when I sit down and start cursing I hear that bad breath squeezing through the big gap in his front teeth. Every time I lean over the cubicle divider and smack the top of his laughing red head, but I know it doesn’t have any effect on him.
Mark was nearly fired last year for smoking joints in the men’s room, but convinced our boss, Mr. Grifton, he had “a history of headaches in his family” and the pot was prescribed by -- get this -- “Dr. Greenthumb.” If that were me I would have been fucked, but Mark knows how to bullshit. If Grifton walked in on Mark eating MDMA off of his wife’s tits Mark would end up with a raise, a cup of coffee, and ballet tickets. It’s the way he speaks or something. And I suppose I sort of envy him for that. He sits in his cubicle and hits a glass pipe all day, and Mr. Grifton nods at him like he’s taking Advil. Grifton’s routine is simple:

“Man paces around an office for nine hours each day looking for reasons to complain.”

Today, I’m working on something new: a write-up for next Monday’s flavor-of-the-season sitcom on FOX. I think somebody defuses a bomb seconds before it explodes in a crowded arena -- I’ll watch it later.
“Want to get some coffee?” asks Mark.
“I should probably do this piece,” I say. My index finger is deep in my right nostril. There’s no ventilation in this damn office; I get huge boogers from all the dirt.
I could summarize my life in thirty words or less ...
“Listen to you,” Mark jokes. “ ‘This piece’ … like you’re some reporter or something.” I hear a lighter and smell Mark set fire to some hashish. He must not be feeling well. “Damn, this shit makes my head hurt,” Mark strains to speak while keeping his lungs filled with smoke. He’s such a jackass.
“Don’t touch my computer,” I tell him and get up to use the bathroom. Seconds later I can just picture the bastard clicking my mouse and punching the keyboard, typing lots of “Xs” and “cat penis” or something completely twisted into Google. If I had to summarize Mark’s movie it would be:

“Asshole takes pleasure in other people’s misery with no consequences.”

Current Music: Primus, Suck on This

History Lesson...

2005-10-12T11:48:00.000-07:00

Try and have one of your history teachers explain this to you...

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were s hot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Gets even weirder...

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln. Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the kicker...
A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

And so I'm not sure what exactly this tells us...but it's crazy as hell.

*scincident*

Chew on this

2005-10-10T16:50:00.000-07:00

Here's a short story written by one of my best friends.
You will be buying his books one day. I promise.

Stuck, I Think
A.E.Cushing

I walked into late night wet, the street reflecting marquee lights with its puddles. As the theater crowd broke to either side of me, I stood and whistled and waited for a cab. A figure pushed its back against a foreign film poster on the outside brick wall, cursing to itself, and from the movement I saw it was a man. He was wearing a long corduroy coat soaked with rain and let a cigarette poke from his lips, soggy too, and barely staying lit. Old rain crawled off his head, drooled from his graying hair, and rolled down his face. I thought I’d wait with him for the next taxi and spanned my shoulders across the length of the word “Rouge.” We stood there quietly and he shuffled a bit under his coat keeping his nose pointed down and his cigarette collecting ash on its chin. I almost said something, then he mumbled a phrase like smeared newspaper ink that blurred in the air before reaching my ears. “What?” I asked and he slurred an echo that had the same gray scratchiness of his eyes that were now pulling at my cheeks. His face had wrinkles that told stories and his tongue was like chewing gum. When I said nothing he forced clarity through his voice and repeated, “I’m stuck.”
I peaked behind him and noticed a piece of corduroy from his coat grabbing at the crisp poster edge. I reached my hand behind and carefully unhooked the fabric, rows of cotton corn, to release the man. He muttered something else, a thank you I think, and slowly walked away, west I think, pulling the cornfield to his back, going home I think. A dirty yellow car came around the corner. “Taxi,” I called and sat down and barked a destination without turning my head from the drenched old man and watched until he was no longer in sight. He might never get dry.
We arrived at my apartment, the fare meter read around $7.50, and I checked my pant pocket for a ten-dollar bill. I always have three ten-dollar bills in my pants for a night at the movies: one for the cab ride there, one for the ticket and a beer from the drug store (to be smuggled inside with extreme care), and one for the cab ride back. But my pocket was empty; I must have lost the third bill. I didn’t have my wallet so the driver idled while I raced inside to get the money. Sleep came easy after a moment of thought about the scenes from that night’s feature. I thought about tits and car chases and passed out quickly.
When Sunday school children were pulling blistered feet from stiff dress shoes I woke up and ate bonbon au gingembre and listened to records bought from a man who dressed in the clothing of an era that never existed. I talked into the phone with spicy breath from the ginger chews – it was Brooks. He was spouting some non-logic about the world and its people, the war, and trying to keep a mellow tone. After a few sentences I’d say “Uh huh” in a hollow cough while turning a quarter through the cracks for my fingers. It kept falling so I’d bend over to pick it up and grunt a little from the strain.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked.
I said “Nothing, keep going.” I would have hung up but his blather wasted time until I brushed aside my laziness. Our calls ended with someone losing interest and then dropping the phone. I pictured Brooks talking until realizing there was no one receiving, then finishing the thought despite the fact.
The fridge had nothing good so I made a thick sandwich of provolone cheese and leftover chicken. It was good. Then I drank ginger beer with Jamaican rum. Ginger is good for the body and mind and I get as much as I can. Rum is good for the memory.That night I was good and drunk on rum and rain, I took a cab to meet Brooks at a bar near my place and we tried to make plans. He was meeting a girl he called Kid to have food and wine with so I’d be on my own.
“You’re welcome to join us,” he suggested.
“Uh-uh,” and I paid the bartender $2.00 for a beer that I put in my pocket. Kid came up behind, wrapped her arms around Brooks and licked his cheek. Kid looked about sixteen, a pretty young thing out of the rain and smiling like she had a good idea, and her damp long hair was pasted to her neck. She wore coral jewelry and nail polish and stood barefoot holding her shoes. Brooks introduced us and I left before I ran out of things to say.
I ducked into the movies for cover hoping the rain would let up in a few hours. I had just enough money left for a ride home. The audience was small, just a father and son laughing together and sharing popcorn. When I got out it was raining harder, falling like ball bearings. The old man was there, in front of the same poster, mumbling. I walked over and tried to light his sopping wet cigarette. “No use, friend. The paper is soaked through.”
“I’m stuck,” he groaned. I looked behind and saw his corduroy coat caught again on the poster edge, the old fool. I picked it off and walked away dipping into my pocket for cab fare, but it was empty again. I spun around and the old man dragged down the street in the cornfield coat, holding something in his hand.
At first I thought about chasing the bastard down and choking him. Then I didn’t. I let the cabs pass and walked home in the ball bearing rain to where I might get dry. The old man headed west, I think, to somewhere warm, I think, to buy a drink, I think. This one's on me.

Lonely Lately?

2005-10-04T09:31:00.000-07:00

Do you find yourself wishing that you didn't have to sleep alone tonight?
Do you need someone to cuddle with?
Someone to spoon with?
Maybe just someone to hold you in their arms?

If you can't have the real thing...here's the next best...

LOVE

*Scincident*

UMPHREY'S MCGEE

2005-09-26T16:37:00.000-07:00

Anyone wanna see Umphrey's get down? If so...click here.

These clips are from Umphrey's jamming with Michael Kang from the String Cheese Incident at All Good Music Festival.

PS- If anyone wants to talk Umphrey's...talk to Punky Bob.

Let me know if anyone wants to see clips of the Flaming Lips or Les Claypool...I got 'em!

It's All GOOD!

2005-09-26T16:23:00.000-07:00

For those of you who were lucky enough to attend the All Good Music Festival in West Virginia this summer, you perhaps went to the best festival of the entire summer. With acts such as The Flaming Lips, Les Claypool, Umphrey's McGee, String Cheese Incident, Keller Williams, Dark Star Orchestra, Particle, Victor Wooten, and many others, the music seemed to make up for the terrible hurricane weather. It rained and it poured, but it also ROCKED so hard!

***ALL GOOD PICTURES!!!***

wHaT iS tHiS??

2005-09-15T11:37:00.000-07:00

Do you know what her left eye is? Or what his right eye is? A clever friend of mine had put this up. Can you guess where and what it is? I am thinking a spy glass!! You know, one of those telescope like things. Either way, let me know what you think the most logical explanation is.

"Bush Doesn't Care About Black People"

2005-09-07T18:26:00.000-07:00

KANYE: I hate the way they portray us in the media. You see a black family, it says, "They're looting." You see a white family, it says, "They're looking for food." And, you know, it's been five days [waiting for federal help] because most of the people are black. And even for me to complain about it, I would be a hypocrite because I've tried to turn away from the TV because it's too hard to watch. I've even been shopping before even giving a donation, so now I'm calling my business manager right now to see what is the biggest amount I can give, and just to imagine if I was down there, and those are my people down there. So anybody out there that wants to do anything that we can help -- with the way America is set up to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off, as slow as possible. I mean, the Red Cross is doing everything they can. We already realize a lot of people that could help are at war right now, fighting another way -- and they've given them permission to go down and shoot us!"

I've always been a fan of Kanye West (being a native of Chicago myself), but it wasn't until last week's NBC Red Cross broadcast of the Hurricane Katrina relief effort did I gain the utmost respect for him. He knew that he had the opportunity to reach out to millions in this time of devastation, and he made sure that his voice was heard. Kanye's bash on bush was desperately needed. Finally someone spoke out on behalf of those who suffered the most during this tragedy. It's funny how he spoke out around the same time that his new album dropped (which, by the way, is amazing).

NBC Video

Joke o' da day

2005-09-06T13:09:00.000-07:00

So last Thursday night I got a very drunken phone call from a friend who needed a ride home from a bar in town. Needless to say, I went to pick him up. Before I could say anything, he was all excited about this new joke he just heard....
Now remember, this is all being slurred as he is telling it to me and it took nearly five minutes to finish the actual joke.

So a chicken and egg go into this hotel room....
About 10...nah 20 minutes later, the chicken walks out of the room and lights up a cig.....

I guess we know which one came first!

ROUND ONE:

2005-09-06T07:49:00.000-07:00

So a friend of mine (Lisa K. Shettel) came upon these pictures, and I decided that they were worth putting up...merely because of who the first guy is.
Question 1: Can anyone identify this sexy guitarist?
Question 2: Who would win in a fight?

Mystery Man??
VS.

John Mayer

WELCOME!

2005-09-01T13:28:00.000-07:00

This is the blog of three female college students. We will expose our thoughts, opinions, and any occuring incidents that might entertain you...and some may be just blatantly pointless. So go ahead, take a look inside...