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fredericksYay! to the Erasure concert on LOGO. Ba-da-ba-bab-baaa! I'm lovin' it. Andy Bell can sing his ass off, no doubt about it.
Something else I'm loving lately: ... uhm... ?
I have been taking in a lot of NewsRadio. I've finally made my way through the entire set and the bulk of the commentary. It's official - my Stephen Root love has officially surpassed my Dave Foley love. Root's just aged better, whereas Foley's exposure on Celebrity Poker Showdown has soured me slightly.
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Everglade holdout finally gives in. It was inevitable, especially with the recent revision of the eminent domain law. The news seems to paint it as if he's doing it only for the cash but, really, what choice did the man have? If he held on now, the state would suck the land up and give him jack shit. I pity him, I pity our country, and I pity our world. Global warming, pollution, and constant expansion are changing climates and making things unlivable. We build and we build and, for what? So that two centuries from now the world is uninhabitable? It's all so depressing, that we're leaving this to our children and their children to clean up, while we go on our way.
I remember in grade school reading about the waste that factories during the height of the Industrial Revolution dumped into local rivers and waterways, and saying to myself "Didn't they KNOW? Didn't they realize how badly they were killing the fish and messing up the water?" and tsk-ing and shaking my head. Of course, what I didn't understand was that they never stopped doing that. That pollution on that scale is still going on right now, along with deforestation and whatever the hell businesses think they require to do whatever it is they deem they must do.
There's a reason why I talk about frivolousness. It prevents me from wallowing in despair.
So, no, I'm not totally stupid and vapid. It only seems that way. All the time. Heh.
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My brother got news today that his basketball group's back-to-back trips to New Orleans and Vegas had been cancelled. In order to go on these trips he'd given up a selective educational summer program he'd managed to get accepted to. In order to get placed in this program my brother had to sit through three rounds of tryouts, two of those rounds being exams, and one being an interview. This program offered classes during the summer on the SATs and college planning, math and english prep work, AND (this is the biggest bonus to me) they would have paid all of his college application fees. Think about it: you're sixteen, you're interested in hanging out with your friends, playing ball, and avoiding textbooks for the summer, which one would have picked: summer preparatory work or trips to the Big Easy and Sin City? My folks left the decision up to my brother and OF COURSE he picked basketball.
From the first I thought he should have taken the program. I mean, the kid has talent on the court, but he doesn't work hard. At all. He doesn't work out (he can stand to lose 15-20 pounds to increase his speed on the court and he needs to build additional muscle mass for lift, since it looks like he's not going to go beyond 6'4") and his ball carrying skills are, overall, for crap. He tends to play inside now, since kids his age are around his height and he's always played inside, but when he hits college he's going to be stuck as a ball carrier, and then what will he do? He doesn't work hard in the classroom either. It's amazing. He coasts by with a 92 average. Heh. He sort of reminds me of me, and I want to play the role that I wish my folks had played for me. I'm trying to motivate him into working so that he can shine. Eh, but he and I don't really get along. He's the one sibling and ONLY family member I don't see eye-to-eye with on most anything. So whatever.
But I digress. So the reason for which he gave up the prep program is now gone. And, boy oh boy, my mother could not wait to spring. She's really great at the "I told you so"s. It's ridiculous. "See what happens! See what happens!"; that's all she kept yelling at him when he told her. She leaves it up to the kid to decide and then she berates him for his decision. She excels at that. He's SIXTEEN! What the hell was going through her mind when she was sixteen? I know damn well it wasn't "boy, I need to hunker down and study for the SATs". What makes him any different? She keeps going on and on to my brothers about "the state of the black male in American society", while not giving them any useful guidance (guidance by example, for instance). She just berates and nags and berates some more. I felt damned bad for the kid, because he had to take all of that (and she laid it on him for a good 45 minutes, at least) after getting slammed with no trip. He'd been pretty hyped about the whole thing. *sigh*
He just acts like he doesn't care, anyway. That's what he does.
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I've had my eyes on this MP3 bad boy for a little while now. I figure it'll be a pre-school splurge, if my interning check ever arrives. Does anyone who's happened upon this entry have any words for or against it?
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My brothers want to go see Fantastic Four on Friday. Gag. I'll go if a)we see it matinee and b)I don't have to pay. Jessica Alba makes me cry on the inside. So does that horrendous Thing costume.
*
I'd really like some Venture Bros. merchandise. Because I am a capitalist society's bitch. And that show makes me laugh and laugh.
Something else I'm loving lately: ... uhm... ?
I have been taking in a lot of NewsRadio. I've finally made my way through the entire set and the bulk of the commentary. It's official - my Stephen Root love has officially surpassed my Dave Foley love. Root's just aged better, whereas Foley's exposure on Celebrity Poker Showdown has soured me slightly.
*
Everglade holdout finally gives in. It was inevitable, especially with the recent revision of the eminent domain law. The news seems to paint it as if he's doing it only for the cash but, really, what choice did the man have? If he held on now, the state would suck the land up and give him jack shit. I pity him, I pity our country, and I pity our world. Global warming, pollution, and constant expansion are changing climates and making things unlivable. We build and we build and, for what? So that two centuries from now the world is uninhabitable? It's all so depressing, that we're leaving this to our children and their children to clean up, while we go on our way.
I remember in grade school reading about the waste that factories during the height of the Industrial Revolution dumped into local rivers and waterways, and saying to myself "Didn't they KNOW? Didn't they realize how badly they were killing the fish and messing up the water?" and tsk-ing and shaking my head. Of course, what I didn't understand was that they never stopped doing that. That pollution on that scale is still going on right now, along with deforestation and whatever the hell businesses think they require to do whatever it is they deem they must do.
There's a reason why I talk about frivolousness. It prevents me from wallowing in despair.
So, no, I'm not totally stupid and vapid. It only seems that way. All the time. Heh.
*
My brother got news today that his basketball group's back-to-back trips to New Orleans and Vegas had been cancelled. In order to go on these trips he'd given up a selective educational summer program he'd managed to get accepted to. In order to get placed in this program my brother had to sit through three rounds of tryouts, two of those rounds being exams, and one being an interview. This program offered classes during the summer on the SATs and college planning, math and english prep work, AND (this is the biggest bonus to me) they would have paid all of his college application fees. Think about it: you're sixteen, you're interested in hanging out with your friends, playing ball, and avoiding textbooks for the summer, which one would have picked: summer preparatory work or trips to the Big Easy and Sin City? My folks left the decision up to my brother and OF COURSE he picked basketball.
From the first I thought he should have taken the program. I mean, the kid has talent on the court, but he doesn't work hard. At all. He doesn't work out (he can stand to lose 15-20 pounds to increase his speed on the court and he needs to build additional muscle mass for lift, since it looks like he's not going to go beyond 6'4") and his ball carrying skills are, overall, for crap. He tends to play inside now, since kids his age are around his height and he's always played inside, but when he hits college he's going to be stuck as a ball carrier, and then what will he do? He doesn't work hard in the classroom either. It's amazing. He coasts by with a 92 average. Heh. He sort of reminds me of me, and I want to play the role that I wish my folks had played for me. I'm trying to motivate him into working so that he can shine. Eh, but he and I don't really get along. He's the one sibling and ONLY family member I don't see eye-to-eye with on most anything. So whatever.
But I digress. So the reason for which he gave up the prep program is now gone. And, boy oh boy, my mother could not wait to spring. She's really great at the "I told you so"s. It's ridiculous. "See what happens! See what happens!"; that's all she kept yelling at him when he told her. She leaves it up to the kid to decide and then she berates him for his decision. She excels at that. He's SIXTEEN! What the hell was going through her mind when she was sixteen? I know damn well it wasn't "boy, I need to hunker down and study for the SATs". What makes him any different? She keeps going on and on to my brothers about "the state of the black male in American society", while not giving them any useful guidance (guidance by example, for instance). She just berates and nags and berates some more. I felt damned bad for the kid, because he had to take all of that (and she laid it on him for a good 45 minutes, at least) after getting slammed with no trip. He'd been pretty hyped about the whole thing. *sigh*
He just acts like he doesn't care, anyway. That's what he does.
*
I've had my eyes on this MP3 bad boy for a little while now. I figure it'll be a pre-school splurge, if my interning check ever arrives. Does anyone who's happened upon this entry have any words for or against it?
*
My brothers want to go see Fantastic Four on Friday. Gag. I'll go if a)we see it matinee and b)I don't have to pay. Jessica Alba makes me cry on the inside. So does that horrendous Thing costume.
*
I'd really like some Venture Bros. merchandise. Because I am a capitalist society's bitch. And that show makes me laugh and laugh.
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Date: 2005-07-09 07:00 pm (UTC)ROTFLMFAO!!! You sound like a cross between Homer Simpson ("They were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked") and Hank Hill. *is giggling like crazy and can't stop!*