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Aug 17, 2002

Oh, oh, I remember "Here We Are"! Of course, I wasn't in Hammack...but "Dorothy Parker" has got to be the worst name for any feminist. All of the rest of them had scary gothic names like "Grimke" that struck fear into the hearts of men and made horses rear and whinny. But then, Parker wasn't a stereotypical feminist; she had a sense of humor.

I've only met one feminist stereotype, more accurately called a female supremacist. She got really pissed when I was foolish enough to suggest that we actually do study women's historical accomplishments and that Women's History Month might become just a bit superfluous. We got into a big fight about it. I asserted that women had unfortunately made less history because of prejudices in our past, but that this was no reason to lambast educators for teaching that most generals and chiefs of state were male; she asserted that I was a brainless misogynist bastard. I was unimpressed with her arguing style, which consisted of loudly making a statement and then calling everyone who disagreed with her a woman-hating throwback.

I didn't speak to her much after that; I'm mildly allergic to walking clichés.

Speaking of which, I hope this blog hasn't offended any humorless militant man-hating female-supremacist bitches. If you aren't one of the above, you really shouldn't be offended by my low opinion of them. I have no problem with the independent, strong-willed, progressive, intelligent women who were the original feminists and who today are most female Americans. I have a problem with this new movement, which mostly consists of hating men, trying to make men miserable or subservient, and watching movies like Ya-Ya Sisterhood. I think that normal, well-balanced women should take back the name "feminist" and stop it from being tarnished by whackos like Oprah.

Blüher!
Nick ::: 9:03 PM ::: 0 comments

Morsel of Blog Stupidity #52: blogspot.com, possibly the least stable server I have ever encountered. I've pretty much gotten used to having to hit F5 at least once every time I look at one of your blogs.
Nick ::: 8:23 PM ::: 0 comments

This has been a most abysmally stupid morning.

I was sitting in bed nearing the end of a good book, when my dad came in and asked if I wanted to go to the lake today. I didn't, particularly; it's cloudy and muggy and hot and I didn't feel like driving for hours just to go out to a lakehouse and, in all likelihood, just finish off the book like I was going to anyway. He decided that I was going to go anyway, and since I wasn't particularly against the trip just as I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it, I didn't argue the point. So I showered and got dressed and located all the stuff I like to carry around in my pockets, while he made himself some eggs. So finally I was ready, and I got one of those pop-tart spiral pastries for breakfast. We were about to head out when he asks if I'm wearing my swimsuit under my pants.

Now, I very patiently explained to him that if I'd wanted to go swimming, I would have wanted to go to the lake, and that I was more likely to spend my time at the pool table than in the pool. He asks why I don't want to go swimming, which I'll admit is an interesting question. I suppose that there are some days that I just don't want to go swimming, just like there are some days that I just don't want to wear blue jeans and some days that I just don't want to listen to particular bands. Anyway, he made me run back up to the apartment, I got into my swimsuit, put on all of my clothes, located all of the objects I carry around in my pockets again, and went back downstairs to find that he got sick of waiting and left.

I was kind of put off, but I decided to go back up to my room and finish the book like I was going to anyway. When I arrived, I couldn't find the book, and I realized that he'd driven off with it.

Net gain? A pop-tart spiral pastry and a free afternoon.

Now, it seems to me that if he'd just trusted my instincts in the first place when I said, "No, I don't really feel like going to the lake today," it would have saved us all some time and trouble and I'd be able to finish my book now.
Nick ::: 12:45 PM ::: 0 comments

Ashleigh! Sidebar! It's that thing on the left!
Nick ::: 11:45 AM ::: 0 comments

Aug 16, 2002

Thunderstorms in Georgia suck. They simply aren't comparable to most thunderstorms. For one thing, all the damn pine trees get in the way of seeing the really good cloud-to-ground strikes. All that thunderhead and you can't even see most of the good stuff.
Nick ::: 10:59 PM ::: 0 comments

OK, I know this looks really tacky...but I've gotten rid of the orgy and I'm too lazy to do anything else right now.
Nick ::: 6:19 PM ::: 0 comments

I just noticed Drew mentioned Maxwell's Silver Hammer...damn good song! Tied with Lady Madonna for my favorite Beatles tune, although that one was on 1.

I must admit, I can't decide whether to be pleased that Michael Jackson lost the rights to the Fab Four's music, or dismayed that they now belong to Sony. It doesn't really make a difference; we're all just as honor-bound to distribute the songs through internet piracy.
Nick ::: 4:39 PM ::: 0 comments

I wrote this part of this blog at school on my PDA and uploaded it. I figured that school would be a good place to write a school blog, if there is any good place to sacrifice a piece of my soul to the gods of fad and fashion.

Sheesh. I sound like Chase.

Anyway, my day starts out with Doc Sly's homeroom (Silvestrov: "Neek Chy-roachy?"). They may as well call this the "finish your French homework that you forgot or ignored last night" period.

I then move on to Mr. Wade's AP Lit class. In Lit even more than most other classes, you get out what you put in. The discussions are great! Mr. Wade has a totally different life philosophy from mine, because I am a heartless, uncaring bastard who is allergic to poetry. Nonetheless, this is a very fun, relaxing class.

Second period is AP French with Madame Cline. She is hunting down Ian Fahey with l'intent lethale, y'all. I spend most of the time talking to the surrounding scholars, but occasionally I have to fight my way through a spoken sentence en français.

Third period is AP Stat with Mrs. Augustyn. Those of you with enough taste to have read what lies beneath have already been enthralled by my epic struggle with her slew of homework. Despite this serious flaw (Work? At home!? Who does she think she is!?) this is a great class. I like math, especially in this format. I like the idea of big, all-incorporating problems.

And all of you damn fools facing Mr. Wallis every day should envy me. I wouldn't enter a classroom with that man again if I were being encouraged to by a rabid rhinocerous.

Fourth period is Mr. Wade again in Journalism. This is one of my favorite classes. All of you reading this should not go pick up an issue of the new improved Eagle Edition, because we haven't printed any yet. But this very instant you should all make a mental note to pick up an issue, as soon as we print one of course.

Fifth period is Bad Habits. All of you should see this play. Daniel plays a conceited asshole, but other than that none of us are anything like our characters. I play a flamboyantly gay man; let's just say it's an experience. Poulos is just the way I remember him, even if he says that his new sleep patterns make him one big fucking ray of sunshine. "Jason, aren't Jews real big into theatre?"

Sixth period is Economics and it really would be hell if not for the luck of the draw which gave me a stellar group of allies in the war to ignore Mr. Wolf. Drew continues to doodle in the margins of his notes despite the fact that there isn't anything on the actual lines. Daniel does Calculus because he has Mr. Wallis and he likes to free up his afternoons. I haven't seen what Chase and Amber do because I'd have to get out of my seat and walk over to their desks to do so, and even Mr. Wolf would notice that. I think. I've drawn a picture, read a book, and most recently written this blog in that class. The rest of you should get PDAs so we can beam messages back and forth and look like we're taking notes. I unfortunately don't have text messaging on my cell phone.

Today something exciting happened in that class. Mr. Wolf turned on the TV to show us the difference between a good and a service, and it was funny to watch everyone on the front two rows suddenly look up, bewildered. "Ach! What that big noise? Pretty picture dance on screen!" I wasn't at all surprised to find that, once my eyes focused again, I was more interested on what was on the Weather Channel than whatever Wolf was saying.

I wonder if teachers read these things? I've heard that Serkie reads some of them, which reminds me of the astounding contrast between her class and Econ. I remember back when I didn't dare put my stylus down for fear I'd miss some crucial notes on the Colonial Mistake. I hope AP Government is an improvement over Economics. It doesn't have much of an alternative.

It's Friday! And it has been since Thursday afternoon, if you're a philosopher. Isn't "Friday" derived from "Freya"? Sorry, distracted by the fascinating world of word lobotomy or whatever they call it.

I had an idea for a movie today.
Nick ::: 4:27 PM ::: 0 comments

I finished my Stat homework last night, and even though none of you care, this is a blog and you can't stop me from talking about it.

La la la stat homework!

I hate the numbering system in that book...the lessons are numbered exactly the same way the exercises are, and in some cases it's difficult to tell the difference. Like, lesson 1.3 came right before exercise 1.4 and it took me until about 1.8 to figure out that there was another 1.3 that came before the other 1.3.

There now. Don't you all feel that my tirade on the Statistics textbook has fulfilled your desire to peer deep into the bloggy depths of my soul? Hasn't this made your day more meaningful and important?

I will get to that bit on school. It's just that I don't have time to write it all right now. Maybe I'll write it during Economics...I only take around a sentence of notes a day in that class. The rest of it is filled with doodling and enjoying philosophical debates with all the smart people who sit at the front (Nyaaaaah Bethany!). Of course, by all rights this paragraph should be stuck into the school piece I'm going to work on, but because this is a blog you can't tell me to shut up when my narrative ambles into the wrong area.

If I didn't ignore you when you told me to shut up anyway, I might be getting a real power trip off of this.

Anyway, I'm going to take my shower now.
Nick ::: 6:58 AM ::: 0 comments

Aug 15, 2002

I have been plugged on Beth's site, so I will now reciprocate her kind favor for all of the dedicated readers I've acquired in the two and a half hours this inane surrender to peer pressure has existed.

Go Help Save Bethany from Exploding!

Pankick! Pankick!

I'd also like to thank the few people who have mentioned me in their blogs, plugging them in the process. the Would-be Happy Wanderer made a comment to the effect that I hate all musicals, which is supremely funny if slightly off-target. I don't hate all musicals; I just hate the concept of a musical. "Let's have a film or play in which the characters occasionally drop everything to do a spontaneous song-and-dance number with sophisticated choreography and backup from an orchestra that isn't technically there." I also hate the Sound of Music because it's boring, stupid, and I find the songs irritating. But I love The Blues Brothers and Mary Poppins.

Then I'd like to thank the Boy from Illinois and the Should-be Sleeping Faerie for commenting that I help them survive classes. I don't really understand this concept, and I don't really see myself as the lifesaving type. For one thing, I'm a terrible swimmer. Nonetheless, I'd like to thank these considerate people for their kudos.

Also, reading Drew's blog made me decide to do a piece on school. This will happen after I've finished the Stat homework packet I haven't started and is due tomorrow. So don't hold your breath; you'll probably asphyxiate before I get to writing anything.
Nick ::: 9:45 PM ::: 0 comments

OK...I think I've gotten some measure of control over the style template. Most of the happy colors are gone, but I'm stuck with the colorful boxes up above until I figure out how to change the graphics thereof. I'd also like to do some extra pages and links, but I haven't the foggiest idea how. Just give me time.
Nick ::: 8:03 PM ::: 0 comments

I think these people are having an orgy on my sidebar.
Nick ::: 7:25 PM ::: 0 comments

This is a supremely fruity-looking template which I will replace with one of my own design as soon as possible. Bear with me while I accustom myself to this new environment; undoubtedly within a week my amazing Geek powers will adjust and I'll have custom graphics and cute little flash menus, but for now, I have a graphic and some rainbow-colored boxes.
Nick ::: 7:23 PM ::: 0 comments

I am pankicking!
Nick ::: 7:17 PM ::: 0 comments

Ashleigh is perfectly correct in pointing out that earlier this week I denounced blogging as an inane fad somewhat akin to hula hoops but with more of an intellectual slant. However, on later reflection I realized that I've never really followed the cutting edge of the crowd into a new fad, unless you count the chaotically spiked hair which I started wearing years ago. So here it is, my inane concession to the force of the masses. It'll probably be more remarkable when I have time to post something deep and thoughtful.

Probably.
Nick ::: 7:15 PM ::: 0 comments