okay bingo babies: i still haven't really heard from anyone. who wants to go play a few rousing games of bingo with the old folks? big money! big prizes! good clean fun!! you should all be there-
"And in Rochester, New York, a judge in late March ordered a homeless woman who had lost custody of several neglected children not to get pregnant again without court approval" [cnn].
i go back and forth on this one. it's super-creepy to have judges start setting up pregnancy registries or whatever. and how the hell would that be enforced? if she gets pregnant, do the cops round her up and beat her with an abortion stick? on the other hand, assuming the custody cases were settled properly (no details were given), it sure doesnt seem like she shoudl be getting pregnant again, and sucks for the kid if she does. thoughts?
saturday at the barley pub, solid 8 played their 2nd to last show ever. it was the 1st time i've actually seen/heard them. they were pretty cool. i don't think i would want to buy the music, but they put on a damn good show. anyway though, the reason i bring this up is, there was this dude there (i forget his name, but he has awesome civil war facial hair) and he had this weird stuff called snus. it's basically really high quality organic swedish chewing tobacco, in these little tea bags so you don't have to be gross and spit all the time. well i mean, it's a lump of tobacco in your mouth, so it's still gross, but at least you're not spitting everywhere. so he offerred me a little and i figured what the hell and tried it. it smelled vaguely of lemon wetnaps, which apparently he thought was nasty but i kinda like how they smell. it tasted odd. spicy and salty. not bad, not good, but interesting.
now, in my life i think i've smoked a total of 2 cigarettes and 3 cigars. so it's not something i am a big fan of, but i have tried it. i never felt anything much from smoking, it was just a burning stick of yuck in your mouth. he asked if i smoked before he gave it to me, and said the nicotine had a strong kick, but i was like okiedoke. it had a strong kick. at first i was all revved up and excited, then really relaxed and heavy-feeling like a muscle relaxant, and i was all spacey and wooo. it was cool. but then i felt sick, like being drunk right before the spins hit. so i was like urggg and went and threw up in the bathroom and then felt better. oh, and i was on 2 beers when i tried this, for the record. the guy said this stuff gets him drunk a lot faster so that may be more to do with it. but all in all, it was an interesting thing to try. i'm kinda curious how it would effect me sober, but definitely not enough to buy any. it's actually pretty damn cheap, but since it's from sweden the shipping is a killer.
 i can never remember the difference between effect and affect. did i use the right one? which is which? what's the difference?
if i found an article in TNH offensive, and decided to take every copy of the issue i could get my hands on, emptying out the bins, and dispose of them, would this be criminal? i can't decide. on the one hand, censorship and theft. on the other hand, can you really steal something that has a big FREE sign on it, even if you're taking all of them? for those of you not from here, TNH is the unh student newspaper which is distributed freely about campus. would your answer be different if it were a commercial paper/magazine that was freely distributed (like the wire or the phoenix)?
i am reading here about the WTO and world bank, and all that shit, and this guy is arguing that htey should cancel all debts owed by developing nations so they can use their funds for their own people instead of paying off the rich folks. now, i agree that this would be a wonderful thing for them to do, but my question is, what would happen if those countries just said fuck you we're not paying, and defaulted on their debts? declared international bankruptcy? what could anyone really do about it? a related issue is subsidized aggriculture by rich nations, where we pay our farmers a shitload ot grow crops that can then be sold super cheap to poor nations, so our crops sell for less and their local farmers can't afford to compete and have to sell their farms. instead of yelling at us to stop subsidizing, why don't they just stop importing our crops? or put big tarifs on them? or something. the worst that happens is you get kicked out of NAFTA or whatever and bush sneers at you. of course, it's very easy for me to sit here in my nice room with my nice full belly and tell poor people on another continent to stop knuckling under to the thugs. i know i'm priviledged and probably have no idea what i'm talking about. but i still think i'm right, at least in theory
SHIT i just realized i never spiked the drinks at holloway on my last day. i honestly was planning to do that.
the other day i cracked my thumbnail on a fucking lifesaver! i hate candy!
my parents wanted to hear me on teh radio, but my shows were too late for them, so i burned some of a show onto cd. they both decided that i had a very smooth mellow voice, and would be a good DJ for an easy listening jazz station
we currently have around a 50% divorce rate. bush currently has about a 50% approval rating. go figure.
wtf! i bought italian ices last week. i opened the freezer a couple days later to get one out and one of them went flying out of the freezer and landed on my foot. i picked it up. somehow hte lid had unattached itself, and when i lifted it, all the (unfrozen!) italian ice juice spilled out. i swear every time i go in our kitchen nook something weird happens
and after that happened, i moved the remaining italian soups into julie's freezer in the hopes that maybe they would actually freeze. that evening, 11something, i'm in her room hanging out, and i check if they are frozen. they ain't, and julie and desiree are surprised i would be checking so quickly after putting them in there. i'm confused because i put them in there like 8 hrs previous. except apparently i didnt, because they had both been at work or something and only got back a few hrs before. so apparently i lost my afternoon somewhere. i have no idea.
my dad got a blog! he's a hippie at heart. it's fun.
i asked if he minded me sharing the link. "No, I don't mind. But why would your friends be interested in my thoughts? No, don't tell me. I'm better off not knowing." i'm not really sure what he means by that
girls named constance or prudence or chastity, or any of those parental wishful thinking names, tend to end up being big skanks. it's just the way it works out. if you really want your daughter to stay virginal pure, name her slut.
i like hte word bugbear
i also like this extremely helpful definition of hte word bug:
Bugthis reminds me of something i saw awhile ago. i forget where, but it read as follows:
1. A true bug.
-The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Infinite Recursioni've been listening to this song so much lately
1. See: Infinite Recursion.