Unimog - German for one mog: .posted by ben on Oct 22 at 18:05
battling it out in the endtimes: .posted by ben on Oct 22 at 11:35
Rakesh finally did something. He left a letter on my porch with a copy of a $738 estimate to get his door repainted. The letter basically said call me. It contained no demand for $738... at least not directly. So, I'm trying to decide if it's him being passive aggressive, or if I'm projecting my own traits upon the man... the only conclusion I've come to so far is that I'd be a happier person if I hadn't been subjected to psychologists and their mass media paperbacks from a young age.
I assume Rakesh wants to avoid making a scene at our beloved Trident and so refuses to talk to me there (three times now that I can think of). I think we should make it into as much of a spectactle as possible. I wonder if you can draw a circle of death on hardwood floors... Then there's the question of what one uses to scribe a circle of death. I'm thinking some of that colorful children's sidewalk chalk... maybe hot pink, the color of death...
...of course, we all know what the result of a match in the circle of death would be... what, it took Collin 7 or 8 seconds to have me on the ground begging pathetically for mercy? I'm sure Rakesh would leave his soothing accent far behind and my blood would stain the floors of the Trident... but it would be a noble death and depending on one's legal perspective might even absolve my of my debt.
I recovered some writing from mines. No doubt the only thing ever written for pleasure in this computerlab. It's here.
Oh god, the garlic...: .posted by ben on Oct 22 at 01:22
Why do women have such horrendous taste in women? Is it jealousy? Do they not want to admit that women they know are attractive are? Or is it just naivete?
We can all agree that various movie stars and models are attractive, but someone walking down the street is a different matter. Then you get a taste of how they act, how they speak, what they look like without the benefit of photoshop... this is where the women I know seem to fail... except for Hilary. She had an excellent eye for attractive women, but that may come of being bi.
I imagine men do this too, with regard to other men... I am simply less aware. There's some Robert Smith lookalike around town. The consensus seems to be he is hot or cute or some other positive adjective. I am, admittedly, mystified by that... but there are others I can understand.
All art is depressing.: .posted by ben on Oct 22 at 01:20
@argh: .posted by ben on Oct 22 at 00:48
As usual, impending academic doom has me wide awake. The rear wheel on the Armstrong has been ovalizing itself. I decided to try to fix it, but a spoke popped out. I loosened opposing spikes, tightened adjacent ones, and reconnected the spoke that had popped off. Then, while tightening everything back up, the damn spoke stripped out again. If the nipple is stripped, I'm going to have to peel the tire off, and glue it back on. The worst is I can't fix it now, since I have to go buy another spoke... So it's sitting in the living room broken, and I can do nothing. So annoying...
Nate mocks me redux: .posted by ben on Oct 21 at 23:02
Someday I'll stop pretending to be a CU student.: .posted by ben on Oct 21 at 18:12
A thought occurs.: .posted by ben on Oct 21 at 18:08
Just as the Romans were overrun by a variety of Visigoths and Vandals and such... is it possible the first world will be overrun by angry third worlders armed with Soviet era automatic weapons and hungry to reignite the dark ages?
Because I killed my iBook, some writing exists only at school, where I can't get to it. Two new, unedited pieces are here.
It is.: .posted by ben on Oct 21 at 11:53
It is not safe for sheep to graze.: .posted by ben on Oct 21 at 00:21
Thankfully, postmodernism didn't exist yet.: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 23:59
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
He's a nice guy.: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 23:48
For the perfection is majestic. He is pure, immeasurable mind. He is an aeon-giving aeon. He is life-giving life. He is a blessedness-giving blessed one. He is knowledge-giving knowledge. He is goodness-giving goodness. He is mercy and redemption-giving mercy. He is grace-giving grace, not because he possesses it, but because he gives the immeasurable, incomprehensible light.
How am I to speak with you about him?
-from the Apocryphon of John
More fun than Barabas.: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 23:45
24: But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary.
25: And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea.
26: And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear.
27: But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.
28: And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.
29: And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.
30: But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.
31: And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?
32: And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased.
I wear linen pants in winter, but no one knows.: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 22:26
Went into the Trident to get cider... Rakesh was sitting in front. Bravely, I tried to talk to him, but no words came out. I stood in front of him for 20 seconds or so. I'm sure he noticed me. He continued to stare at his book. Then I ran away and hid in the bookstore. I went outside and talked with Josh for an hour or so, but never did go back in to get a drink.
Unrelatedly, my cynicism is getting me in trouble.
this could be a problem: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 20:02
What if you don't get a "love of your life" every life? Perhaps my last life had 5 life loves, and the subsequent 3 will have none.
I got a new hubcap.: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 19:29
sober, no heat stroke... have made ass of self: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 19:25
I'm using the 486 to write now. The keyboard is small, but typing is more enjoyable than it was on the iBook. In theory, I ought to be studying Bezier stuff.
I got fan mail from Switzerland. For, behold, the wasabi shall cover the earth, and gross wasabi the people.
silkworm size or immense: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 14:22
oh fuck: .posted by ben on Oct 20 at 13:27
Apple wants $800 to repair my iBook. Seeing as how I could buy a new one of a similar vintage for that price, it doesn't seem reasonable somehow. And I paid for the fucking Apple Care... $300 if I remember. A lot of fucking good that did. Maybe I'll make it into a wearable... I'm no longer an Apple user. I guess this means I'll be pulling the trusty old 486/DX2 50 with D-cell battery pack out of retirement. Fuck.
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