Then the Moose Went GWAAAA!

GWAAAAA!


Gettin' ready for a nother exciting and amazing year of school, by which I mean I've bought an axe....

It is really great to be back with people again. I never fully realize how much I've missed having company until I get back here and get to experience it again. This goes double for my female. As I look at my pile of 24 books I really wonder how many of them I'm going to bother to actually read. I suppose all of them... Of course, of them only 4 are actually textbooks. The rest are novels or story collections. It can't be too bad, right?

(Laughter which slowly turns to quiet sobbing.)

Oh well.

With epics such as "The Blithedale Romance" or "The Innocents Abroad" how can I possibly think this will be unpleasant?

On a more personal note... or probably a less personal note... Or maybe as a public announcement- I am planning to have a bonfire on Pomme De Terre on saturday (which is what the axe was for, btw) so get some sticks and marshmellows and it should be a good time.

And So I'm Back to Where I Belong

WOO!

Yay campus. Yay circles! Yay HBO!

We get free cable with HBO. It is very sexy-like.

Oh well.

So far things have been going pretty good. The guys on my hall seem to be pretty nice, but they are all quiet. It is odd. Very few of them appear to contain the warrior spirit of pine.

Watched Cat House. It was kind of funny because the Johns looked like philosophy majors, or maybe trekkies. They were hairy guys with guts and shaggy heads.

What else... I went Golfing with JM before coming here. I beat him by 36 points. Golf scores similarly to Bowling, right? Right... But it was fun to have a short blurt of summer at the very end. I pretty much missed out on such frivolity.

Some women came into the room, they were trying to round up people for a movie. Apparently nobody is fucking awake on this floor. What is wrong with the freshmen? Freaks. They should be awake still enjoying life and whatnot.

Waiting for glorious leader to return.

I've tasked Russ with giving me a referral, he was very surprised that I hadn't gotten a disciplinary referral before. (I seemed like the type?)

Also, Whizzinator is a cool word.

Don't ask.



Of course, if you are a loyal reader you would know better than to do that anyhow...

A Quick Thought

You know, I think that pretty much everything in the world would be better if it weren't for the fact that stupid people exist.

WAAAAAGH! (The story of Shunt, in the original language)

WAAAAGH! WAAAAGH! Zug daboo grog waag.

Hmmmm?

Zug zug, brog grag kroog. Greeg morg lork gabom. Daboo. Graag! ZUG ZUG! WHAAGH! Shunt! Shunt wagga! Shonk wagguth bogn. Krith maggoth daboo. Brog morg shont wagga! Wagga daboo grog waag mago bladom.

Hmmmm?

Growm squig gornath squiggly gorth. Shmeebaum. Grog shonk? Shonk WAAAGH! Shunt thrakka.

Bagoom grag dagon margoop. Shunt thrakka brog grag dagon bladom! WAAAGH! Shonkmaster. Wagga wagguth krith grag qualmagoom zug. Daboo, gag naggoth. Shelbagoo gakk grag dagon. Shunt gragom babgokt. GAAAG!

Shuggothnak zug dab glakkoth. Gag makorth gorg gog wagga! Mork, Gork Shunt wagga grorgnth.

WAAGH!

Shunt gragkightk grag dagon babgokt konkon kaggath!

GRAG!

Hmmm?

BAGHRAGHTHAGAT!

WAAAAAGH! The story of Shunt, Commentary Track

WAAAAGH! WAAAAGH! Zug daboo grog waag.
This is the traditional greeting of orkish bards. It basically means "Shut up idiots."

Hmmmm?
After calling the audience idiots the bard takes a moment to find if anybody wants to fight with him.

Zug zug, brog grag kroog. Greeg morg lork gabom. Daboo. Graag! ZUG ZUG! WHAAGH! Shunt! Shunt wagga! Shonk wagguth bogn. Krith maggoth daboo. Brog morg shont wagga! Wagga daboo grog waag mago bladom.
In this section the bard explains he is telling the story of Shunt, who was much better than everyone in the audience with the exception of the leader. He also shouts a lot for reasons unknown to scholars. Many believe it is because orks just do that.

Hmmmm?
Again, the bard has insulted the audience and is awaiting a challenge before he begins the story.

Growm squig gornath squiggly gorth. Shmeebaum. Grog shonk? Shonk WAAAGH! Shunt thrakka.
At this point the bard introduces Shunt on his squiggly beast of riding who remains nameless. He also yells some more, then explains that Shunt is a warrior elite.

Bagoom grag dagon margoop. Shunt thrakka brog grag dagon bladom! WAAAGH! Shonkmaster. Wagga wagguth krith grag qualmagoom zug. Daboo, gag naggoth. Shelbagoo gakk grag dagon. Shunt gragom babgokt. GAAAG!
There was a dragon being bad, and Shunt is going to bash it. Yelling. It was a dangerous dragon, so he would have to be the master of bashing. The bard explains that he must bash it good, then yells.

Shuggothnak zug dab glakkoth.
It will be easy, Shunt says.

Gag makorth gorg gog wagga! Mork, Gork Shunt wagga grorgnth.
Calling upon the ork gods, Gork and Mork, he bashes things.

WAAGH!
More yelling, to make sure the audience is paying attention. Apparently the good part is coming.

Shunt gragkightk grag dagon babgokt konkon kaggath!
He bashes the dragon good, then does something that is 'great and orky' to the dragon's skull. Most people who have studied the material have decided that they would rather not know what that means.

GRAG!
Grag.

Hmmm?
The bard is waiting for someone in his audience to proclaim it as bullshit, so then he would have to bash that person.

BAGHRAGHTHAGAT!
I'm done with you weaklings. Traditional ork ending. Obviously, at this point he has beaten up a number of his audience to finish the story and, having survived being the nights bard, has increased his status in the tribe.

Dirty Harry

I was an big supporter of vigilanteism. Then my brain began to work again.

The America of today (as opposed to the America I grew up in, meaning barely America at all) is obsessed about safety. The average citizen feels surrounded by enemies, even in their gated communities. In the aftermath of 911 which nobody will ever forget despite the drastically low number of fatalities in comparison to everything else in the world, everyone's lives were affected, but not mine because I am two time zones separated and don't really give a damn.

I just needed to let that one out. I am the most unamerican patriot ever sometimes.

Anyway, because of our growing fears many other great evils are allowed onto our soil despite things like 'rights' and 'fairness' and 'common sense.' Much of this is hypocritical to boot.

One of the main problems are that Arabs actually live in this country. I'm serious, actual Arabs. What's more, some of them are Muslims too. I asked my dad and he said, "Yep, there are Muslim Arabs living in our great nation." And he knows something about Muslims, I tell you. After 911 Muslims, especially Arab Muslims became the enemy of our nation. Therein lies the problem. Many Arab Muslims are honest, law abiding, and productive members of our society. But evil Arabs exist as well. This means we have to assault them and constantly hassle them as threats to our security until the Struggle Against Extremism is finally over.

When I speak to people about the racial profiling they don't really seem to care taking either, "Well, it isn't happening to me" or "well, most terrorists are Arabs, so it is natural." Then I start laughing.

Think of all the big terrorist actions on U.S. soil. How many of them were actually Arabs, or even people with tans? The unibomber- white. Oklahoma City Bomber- Also white. First attack against WTC- Arab. 911- Arabs. Anthrax Scare- I don't think we actually caught them. Um... Hell, I can barely remember anything else... Lots of embassies, but I'm not counting them because they weren't on U.S. soil.

So terrorism is like, fifty fifty disgruntled whiteys Arab extremist.

Really, I think a lot of this comes from people thinking, "Hey, who can lose out because of this except for the bad guys?" Which is wrong, and not just because Orwell said so.

Which brings me back to how I started this odd and rambling tirade about a tangent.

Many states (Mostly Red states, because that matters, inexplicably) pass laws that allow people to shoot people whenever they feel threatened and or confronted. Some states have reasonable restraints such as "The individual is on your property and poses a direct threat to yourself or your property." In which case I would be more than happy to let them shoot the bastard. I would. Some states are less clear and often just mean 'shoot minorities, or maybe people with really bad tans.'

Sometimes in the news there is a story were somebody goes free after shooting people who raped a family member or something like that when the cops did nothing. I've heard at least two such tales. The masses cheer for their hero.

People usually complain when people don't get convicted, often on a technicality.

Then I wonder why we have such feelings. In the end I have to blame Clint Eastwood. (One of my heros, actually.) Not just his fault, but Dirty Harry pretty much brought the general feeling to a cusp. In TV and movies it is always the renegade good guy trying to fight the system who loves the bad guy more than anything else. Of course, the part everybody forgets is that in the movie of course it is actually the bad guy. Nobody watches the movie and in the end the gritty cop goes, "Oh... Shit... I guess you really didn't do it. I'm terribly sorry! Let me buy you a beer."

And when you go back into the real world it suddenly doesn't work like that. People do actually end up being innocent, or they were on the property as a misunderstanding, or they needed help (mental or otherwise) and now they are dead.

It is nice to have bounty hunters. They are licensed individuals that can be held accountable for their actions and whatnot. A vigilante on the other hand usually ends up being some fool with a Desert Eagle who is simply dangerous because he thinks he is on the side of good.

I think in the end it is that people just forget why there is due process, and that it doesn't fail as often as TV makes it seem. Watch CSI, they get the people without running them down in an alley and torturing them.

Basically, I would support vigilanteism if people weren't so damn stupid all the time.

One bold stride against vigilanteism lately has been a congressional ban on lynching. Because murdering black people with no trial is bad. (Not that murder isn't already a crime, but lets forget that... they need to do some ass kissing for the minorities lately.) But, honestly, whoopdifuckingdoo. (Edit, Nevermind this part, although the whoopdifuckingdoo still applies.)

I think people do need guns to protect themselves and their family and property, but giving them an excuse to start wasting people on the slightest excuse just gets good people killed.

My Only Productive Hobby

He isn't my best work, but I did him as a warm up for my other stuff. Also, he was really really small, so he was hard to do. Honestly, some of the flaws he has I can't actually see except with my camera's ultracloseup.

Here is a picture of the same figure next to a nickle for scale.

Humph... Humph? Humph! ... humph...

HUMPH HUMPH HUMPH!

Why do I humph you ponder? Well, it is simple really but it is a secret, so you'll have to get reeeeal close so's that I can tell ya.

(I am incredibly, monumentously, and undeniably bored out of my tiny little mind.)

Don't tell anybody, they might think of something for me to do.

Also, I have a problem spellchecking on this thing. Most of this problem is caused by the fact that I make up words, misspell on purpose, and type like I would pronouce the word on occasion. What doesn't help is the fact that the spellchecker it has on here is pretty crappy, so many actual words or names and stuff come up wrong and it won't have a right for it.

Um... humph...

Hu-UMPH!


humph humph humph....

Had my last day of work today. It was quick. I pretty much showed up for a bus and got to go after that. It was fairly uneventful. On the fifth I get my paycheck and then I am done with those assholes.

After some light shopping tomorrow I'll have nothing to do but sit around and eat.



Oh, and humph.