Two points:
1.) Guitar Hero is an awfully addicting game.
2.) I’ve been bowling like shit lately. And it’s getting to the point where I’m not sure I care anymore.
Picking bowling over baseball was dumb. Then again, if only my rotator cuff wasn’t shredded like ground beef, I could be riding the pine for a certain shitty D-III team right now.
Apparently, everyone has gotten pretty uppity, claiming this is an injustice that his right to free speech was silenced.
*Sigh* Look. He was deemed to be “disorderly” and asked to leave. He totally overreacts (”They’re going to arrest me!”). No dumbass, they aren’t arresting you, they’re merely asking you leave somewhere where you are deemed to potentially cause disruption. (A key point– the stupidity that some people exhibit by assuming the police randomly decided “Hey we need to arrest this fucker while he’s talking”– Yeah– eat that up.) But hey instead of leaving peacefully (the Gandhi-esque thing to do), he decides to throw a fit. He couldn’t just walk out yelling whatever he had to yell, he had to jump around, flail his arms, kick his legs, avoid the exits, etc. “Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Get away from me man!!” Yeah, because that’s not overly melodramatic at all. The only two things that can explain this are pure stupidity or a total setup. (Personally, I apparently am the only one that finds it odd how the video was leaked less than a half hour after the incident by one of this guy’s best friends.)
Don’t believe me? Fuel to the fire?
An officer, however, said in the police report that Meyer’s “demeanor completely changed once the cameras were not in sight” and that he was “laughing” and “lighthearted” on the way to jail.
Or…
Critics have suggested that the entire incident was a planned attempt to win attention for a student who has already posted dozens of videos of himself on his website www.theandrewmeyer.com.
Indeed the video of the arrest was taken on his own camera, which he had brought to the John Kerry Q&A session.
So for all you retards out there going “Oh, the po-po are violating his right to free speech!!!111″ do me a favor and shut the hell up. If he wanted to ask questions without causing a disruption, fine– but once he was asked to leave by security whose job is to keep order amongst an auditorium full of college students, he had the choice to do so without physical thrashing. Hell, he could have walked out screaming “This isn’t right! Kerry you fucking suck!” That’s fine. More power to him. But the second he started running around, swinging his arms, refusing to leave, he was open to arrest (again, note– he wasn’t going to be arrested for ASKING the questions– merely because he was resisting the request to leave the discussion). Tough break buddy. Shit happens. Next time, when you continue to scream and kick and cry and someone says “Look, just cooperate or you’ll be tased” maybe you should– uh– just cooperate. Then if they fucking tase you, you’ll be the victim and THEN I’ll feel sorry for you, not some political statement wannabe who doesn’t get noticed for his words, but merely the scene he creates afterwards.
You know what the real story is? The kid wanted to make a scene, he wanted to be noticed, he wanted to make a big deal. He was asked politely to leave, he was asked politely not to resist an escort out, he was asked to cooperate. He was not knocked down at the mic, dragged to the back of the room, and then tasered while holding his hands behind his back. He wanted to make a scene for the cameras. He did. Good for him. Don’t for one second think he’s the victim.
And for those of you who are crying Communist while making a big to-do of the whole incident– remember– first Tuesday in November you can vote. Find some guy who’ll back you on your “not tasering” platform. That is, if you’re not too busy playing your Madden or chatting about how awesome Verizon is while sipping your mochafrapchocapuccino from Starbucks. But alas, go back into the woodwork until some other brouhaha occurs so you can pretend you are actively involved and know what the hell is going on.
(Can’t you tell I really hate faux activists.)
There are an awful lot of jappy girls on their cell phones walking to class at like 8:00 in the morning. Is this normal? Or are they just that desperate for chatty attention they have to fill every waking moment of their day breaking down the last episode of America’s Fattest Fatty (thank you Dr. Cox)? As anyone who knows me can attest, you are hard-pressed to get more than a grumble out of me early in the morning– not even a “what’s up” let alone carry on an intelligent (and that’s probably giving these girls too much credit) conversation.
The library is absolutely packed. There are no seats in the cocktail lounge, so I’m stuck here in the fishbowl, sans AC adapter (lack of outlets) waiting for my computer to shut down so I can go back to Catherine and actually do this MAE 648 (I really just like telling people I’m taking MAE 648) problem set. (The real issue is I left my calculator back home and there’s something something hydroxyl radical something something rate of methane oxidation something something variable temperature something something non-linear response blah blah).
I wonder if it’s because all the freshmen think they’re smart. The lack of seats that is. I mean– last year I never had a problem finding a seat. Yeah, I didn’t get my own booth all the time, but then I would just sit down by the window near an outlet. But no. Not this time. I swear, new kids need to just give up– realize that hanging at the library is worthless until you’re a junior (hey, it worked for me) and go drink or DDR or something so I can pretend to be a legitimate college student in peace and quiet.
God, I hate overachievers.
Man dies after 3-day gaming binge
BEIJING, China (AP) — A man in southern China appears to have died of exhaustion after a three-day Internet gaming binge, state media said Monday.
The 30-year-old man fainted at a cyber cafe in the city of Guangzhou Saturday afternoon after he had been playing games online for three days, the Beijing News reported.
Paramedics tried to revive him but failed and he was declared dead at the cafe, it said. The paper said that he may have died from exhaustion brought on by too many hours on the Internet.
The report did not say what the man, whose name was not given, was playing.
I mean– seriously?
“File this under FYI (”For Your Information”)– or maybe under “Believe It or Not.”A few years ago, we were enjoying one of our favorite red wines, an Italian Barbera, in the Alps. It was a perfect summer day in the mountains– crisp, clear, and cool. The wine was also perfect– absolutely delicious with our salami, bread, and cheese. A couple of days later, we had the very same wine at the seashore, on a cloudy, humid, heavy-pressure day. The wine was heavy, flat, and lifeless. What had happened to our wonderful mountain wine? We made inquiries among some of our wine-drinking friends and discovered that they had had similar experiences. For red wines, at least, atmospheric pressure apparently influences the taste of the wine: thin, light pressure, for the better; heavy pressure, heavy humidity, for the worse. So the next time one of your favorite red wines doesn’t seem quite right, check the air pressure! Believe it or not.”
My wines textbook. Which is– uh– Wine for Dummies.
But seriously– he got on Kimmel…
Watch the people at 1:20, 1:32, and 1:53. They seriously don’t fucking understand what’s going on. In fact the woman at 1:32 looks downright horrified.
“This is CNN…”
Bowling resumes on Monday. Well league does. I’ve been bowling a lot in the last week or so trying to get back into shape– my arm is so weak from not bowling since May. I did manage to shoot like a mid 600 open bowling yesterday, but it’s on the super wall known as Helen Newman. I know if you threw me out on flat oil, I’m barely cracking 500. It is looking more and more like my “taking three months off” (and then getting hurt) thing is going to set me back more than I wanted. I seem to lack the “drive” to go above and beyond where I was last year which is a little disconcerting as well. I want to get back to last year’s level, but if I want to make any noise in tournaments I need to be better. Maybe it’s just that I’m so far behind, or maybe I am a little burned out and just continuing to ride talent instead of desire. We’ll see.
This hole in my knee (refuses to heal since they couldn’t sew it back up after the infection cleared so now it’s just trying to fill itself in slowly) has also prevented me from running or lifting. I swear I have gained 10 lbs. since I’ve been back here (thank God I don’t have a scale) even though I’m not sitting here scarfing down DP Dough. All that work this summer gone to waste. Shit. And to think I could have run 8 miles a month ago. I have to start doing something or I’ll go stir crazy.
Got my writing score back from the GREs. Si-motherfucking-ix. 6 out of 6. Another punch in the face of English majors everywhere.
I made turkey chili today. I’m pretty impressed with my cooking skill. I really want to cook more, but a) I lack the time, and b) it’s so tough to balance shopping once a week, and not having all the food I purchase go bad.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Oysterband, Young Dubliners, and Waterboys lately. Not sure why I’m on the overseas kick– I’m not English nor Irish but I’m not going to lie, some of their music kicks ass.
Britney was on the VMAs apparently. I missed it– in fact, I hadn’t even heard she was making some form of comeback. But the next day she’s all they wanted to talk about on CNN. She released he first single in 1999. Shit. Has it already been 8 years since “Hit Me Baby One More Time”? Where does it go? Wasn’t it just yesterday we were in eighth grade worried about how we were going to handle the big bad high school?
Ironically, while I was feeling nostalgic, God suddenly said, “Here, enjoy.” There was a movie on TBS or TNT or something like that about a kid who was a senior in college and the night before he was to graduate and it was his first day of freshman year again. Everything was the same again, except he knew the end game, and was able to change it. He was able to relive four years knowing each mistake he made and how he could avoid it. Would you change anything? I don’t know if I would. So running around wrapped in a towel and wearing Red Sox boxers after we won the World Series in 2004 was a dumb idea when it was 35 degrees out. So I got a few ‘C’s because I had to stay in bed and miss a few weeks of classes. Hey, it’s still an awesome story.
I’m a little nervous about what happens after May. It’s going to suck to get acclimated to new people and a new program again next year. Especially if I follow through on my threats and get into Stanford, Cal-Berkeley, or Colorado State. It would certainly be an interesting challenge (not to mention the girls are hotter in California apparently)– but it’s one I don’t know if I’m ready for. What I really wish was that I was one of these business or economics students, who had it easy all four years, and now are going to be pulling well paying entry positions at Goldman Sachs or Merrill Lynch and the like.
Pictures like this get me all excited. I needed to share. And I hadn’t talked in a while. And there’s a commercial for the “Vagisil screening kit” on the Price is Right. Not relevant, but hey– nothing is.
I love Clay Buchholz!
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(In a purely heterosexual way.)
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