disavow... disallow? [06 Feb 2004|09:12pm] addled(ttyp2)~> wget --quiet --output-document=- http://www.whitehouse.gov/robots.txt | grep -Eic '^Disallow.*iraq' 822 3 comments|post comment

Night Shift, Christmas Eve [25 Dec 2003|12:49am] [ mood | bored ] [ music | The Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop ] It's more like very, very early Christmas morning. No observations, no complaints, just bored. Normally I'm sort of inundated with little tasks that have to be done, but I can't think of anything, and there aren't any outstanding requests. So, I'll be sharing a random experience: Puking on an Atom Smasher Back in middle school, I had a fixation with Snapple, it was my most favorite drink in the whole world. It also occurred that my class would be going on a field trip somewhere south to see the Stanford linear accelerator. The teachers had somehow gotten it into their heads that we shouldn't be allowed to bring anything but water; oh, but I was too smart for them. I had a black water bottle that I filled with... you guessed it, pineapple-strawberry-cherry-only-god-knows-what flavored Snapple. During the course of the bus ride there, I would take secretive swigs from the bottle, careful not to let anyone see, as the teachers didn't let us eat or drink during any time except lunch. I was a rebel from the beginning, you see. So we arrive and get off of the bus, they walk us along a path over a couple of hills to a building with a lecture hall. It was very hot that day as I recall, and they had the air conditioners going full blast as the guy tried to explain what it was that they did there. I memorized only enough to fill out the worksheet they gave us, and promptly forgot everything. They then took us back outside so that we could walk the length of the accelerator, which was a mile long, and actually stretched underneath interstate 280 (or maybe it's an intrastate). So it's really hot out, and the teachers hadn't allowed us to eat lunch yet, and I'm gulping down the rest of the snapple trying to stay hydrated. I think my stomach was getting upset with the party upstairs (in my mouth), and decided to call the cops. Up it came, just as the guide was pointing to some piece of machinery, about to explain it's use. I think it was right around here. And that's the story of how I puked on an atom smasher. PS Snapple sucks. 4 comments|post comment

Return of the King [24 Dec 2003|03:05am] If you would like to cut to the good stuff, here's the conclusion I've come to: Movie: A- Audience: D+ The movie was excellent, a lot of the visuals were almost exactly how I had imagined it when I first read the books: plus. The man sitting behind me stank like a flatulent farm animal: minus. At points I wasn't sure what they were doing with Shelob there, but the whole scene rocked: plus. The women behind and to the right of me found it necessary to make the "ooo" noise every time a man touched another man: minus. The gigantic battle scenes: plus. The man behind me often couldn't decide if he was laughing, sneering, or "ooo"-ing at something, and strung all of the associated sounds together into a cacouphony of irritation: minus. A friend stood up at the end of the movie as everyone was getting ready to file out and proclaimed (I'm summarizing), "I love it when fucking retards sit behind me!" (Plus.) Overall, I think I would have enjoyed it a great deal more if I weren't pulled out of the moment every time someone found it necessary to ruin the movie for me. And boy, Aragorn looks more stately after he got hold of a proper shave kit. 4 comments|post comment

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