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March 31, 2004 at 12:21 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentAre motorcycles dangerous?
According to my mum yes. According to most of the guys I know, yes. According to me: NO. It isn’t the motorcycle that is dangerous, it’s the idiot drivers that are dangerous. I don’t trust other people on the road. You could hit me and then I would die. And that is uncool. The whole thing will be moot soon anyway. I’ll either have one, or be utterly miserable and not have one. You think I’m cranky now….oh just you wait if I don’t get a motorcycle then you’ll see. Oh yes you will.
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March 29, 2004 at 8:54 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentAction Hero Tip Of The Week
- People are more suggestible when they are in heightened emotional states, so excite your subject by tapping into his feelings of fear, greed, anger, or love
- When performing the Jedi Mind Trick on a small group of people, be the most charismatic person in that group. The majority of people in a group will tend to follow the most boisterous voice.
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March 28, 2004 at 5:26 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentI now have a piece of paper that says I passed the basic rider’s motorcycle course. This was slightly tarnished by my team losing. But they did go way further than I thought they would and I’m proud of them for that. Now, go Oklahoma State; that way mommy will be in the money. I need them to beat Duke by 2! Anyway…I should start my homework that is immediately due; or eat M&M’s. What to do…what to do?
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March 25, 2004 at 8:22 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentThe last couple of weeks have been a blur. I’ve been working way too much, trying to make-up missed time from both Spring Break and the last snow day. I also haven’t really been sleeping thanks to a roommate and continual jet-lag.
I sort of remember coming close to passing out in the Red Lyon. I remember dozing off at work. I remember watching part of Braveheart with Jeremy. I remember talks of the squirrel-shaped rock. I remember thinking…crap is it May yet? I remember thinking I should write.
Now for the unoriginal….
If you…
1. …owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?
Well, it would be a pub with typical pub food. Fish and chips, pizza, and burgers.
2. …owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?
Postcards. Notepad, pens. Coffee.
3. …wrote a book, what genre would it be?
Fiction. Literature. or children’s books (I would have Owen Murphy do the art)
4. …ran a school, what would you teach?
English Lit. or Math
5. …recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?
Rock and Roll baby. Classic rock-n-roll; three chord power rock; punk-rock; hard rock; rap rock–see the trend here?
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March 22, 2004 at 10:45 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentDamn. Wedding woes. Not the married peoples, but my own. All alone, with my bottle of beer and cigs. Jet setting across the globe. No marriage, no dogs, no kids. But damn I can make reservations. Oh and pass out at the bar, due to excessive alcohol and the amazement of the stripper shoes that the bridesmaids wore. Pussy Ranch would be proud.
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March 19, 2004 at 11:13 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentMarch Madness
Sitting in Goldies tonight, trying to eat food to feel better, when all I really needed was a beer (don’t worry I had one) I ended up talking to some of the locals. Kendrick, who is apparently in some sort of band. They are playing at Go on April 6. Should we pack a picnic dinner and Go? We discussed the nature of The Passion, as well as communication between faculty and students. Also mentioned was the difference between people who love the game and the heart of the players versus who can afford to go. Some quotes of the night: Uber non-demonational, fire for the masses, and Dollar Store Gifts. Not as good as “boobies in the face” but we can’t have it all.
Off to Kansas for the wedding. Packed, clothes for wedding, books, CDs (both to sell), gifts from abroad, homework, clean undies. We’re good.
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March 16, 2004 at 9:07 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentOk, so we were watching the first ten minutes of Dawn of the Dead last night. Karen starts yelling, “oh you better go out that window, midget bitch and daddy are still out there.” Midget Bitch and Daddy, sounds like some sort of band. Well, I guess it is better than me wandering the streets of London requesting, “boobies in the face. boobies in the face.”
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March 16, 2004 at 8:55 pm | In Uncategorized | 1 CommentAction Hero Tip of the Week
When questioning a suspect, it’s important to keep things simple and direct. Try to read the subject’s personality–would a friendly or aggressive approach serve you best? Do you want to keep her sitting in a hot room under a hot light for hours before beginning your questioning, or make her feel comfortable? Listen carefully and watch your subject’s behavior for clues. Watch your subject’s lower body as well–you never know when you’ll get lucky.
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March 15, 2004 at 7:01 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentNorth Carolina: Home of…Tarheels?
Sure. Whatever. I’m missing Irn-Bru and Carling and Tennent’s and and and British men and Scottish men.
however very happy to see the grumpy ben, the hot hottie mchothot, the first year peeps and even the profs. today was delightfully cloudy and rainy…like my soon-to-be-home: Scotland. *sigh*
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March 8, 2004 at 5:55 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentLondon: Home of Dangermouse
So totally cool. Love the British men. Love the British men. Love the British men. I mean. Love the British men.
Currently looking for St. Paul’s, got side-tracked by being lost and finding a public library. Oh, I’m such a dork. however enjoying myself and just go read Trisha’s if you want to know what we’re doing.
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