this goes out to all the Box 453s in the crowd
It turns out that our trashbin is full. No--not the electronic mellifluent contraption known as the "Talking Trash-bin." I know that many of you may be devastated to learn that I no longer have an 3-gallon-size, electric, infrared-sensing beast of a trashcan, but actually I'd say that it'd be safe to assume that anybody that would be willing to read my broggy would already know that I no longer room with Joel "Brian-Barry-turned-me-into-a-freaking-killer-ninja-white-boy / Vulcan" Thomas. right, so now Joel Boerckel and I live together, and we don't have actually a trash can, per se. To make up for this trash-bin deficiency, we recruited an empty printer box. It appears it was once owned by Erickson, Tyler, who, I believe, is Marc deJeu's roommate whom I've never met. Then we filled it with trash. Thus began the Adventures of Box 453.
listening to:
Lynyrd Skynyrd: The Encore Collection...currently playing is Sweet Home Alabama, which seems to carry a certain irony when i hear it. to think back on how as a kid this was one of my favorite songs is almost funny, because i probably would have never imagined living in Birmingham today. sometimes it's strange the way things work. BTW, I just decided that ironic was not the word that I was looking for in that sentence. definition for irony is something more like "incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs" Perhaps the correct word is 'foreshadow' or maybe 'mystery' is better. whatever. Nevermind. It's just a good song. and a coincidence.
actually listening to:
The thing is, I wrote that last part a few days ago and never finished the post. Now I just don't feel like deleting it, even though after reading it again, it irritates me. so....right now I'm actually listening to a new album by DJ Danger Mouse...it's pretty amazing, mostly because of its bi-polar makeup. He took lyrics from Jay-Z's Black Album and beats and hooks from The Beatles' White Album, mixed it up real good, and came out with what could not have possibly been named any better--"The Grey Album". djmixed.com says, "DJ Danger Mouse explains that all the music on The Grey Album can be traced back to The White Album. Every single kick, snare, and chord is taken from the original Beatles recording." All in all, it's a sweet album, if you like hip-hop or British wax spinners, I recommend it.
The only hold up is, as djmixed.com pointed out, "Given its underground street nature, it can only be found via select hip hop record stores and secret hand shakes." In Conclusion...Mad massive props (like 15 real big certify-able ones) to Neil for giving me the down low on his new for 2004 albums...
oooh....I found a piece of a post that I started while on break but never finished....it's probably not interesting, but I probably don't care. at any rate, here you go:
as it turns out, I never got around to talking about mi compadre, Nick. Someday, I will. because NUCK HANKLER ROCK SOCKS, AIRPLANES, AND MANDARIN ORANGES. Yep, even those crazy organses...er...oranges.
"someday it will all make sense"
i've decided that this post is mostly devoted to Nick Kunkle, also known as Nuck Hankler. but it is in honor of melodrama *ahem*...i mean it is in honor of Kyle Scarbro.
first, the obligatory AIM conversation (or, in this case, the lack thereof):gstreet4life (5:04:52 PM): i'm....awesome???
Auto response from PogChamp83 (5:04:53 PM): orange you glad i didn't say banana?
Session concluded at 5:04:53 PM
of course, this was supposed to illicit a reply from Kyle, but alas, it never does anymore. i'm saddened.
ARK!! i hate these freaking ads that are back on my dad's computer!! now there's this one that comes up over the whole page and refuses to let me access the taskbar! WELL I'M BETTER THAN YOU, YOU DUMB ADVERTISEMENT FOR ANTI-VIRUS PROGRAMS!!!! I KNOW HOW TO CTRL-ALT-DELETE YOUR BUTT AWAY!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! *ahem*...back to sanity.
question for the day:
why do people use God's name in vain?
this question has long plagued my mind. it seems silly to me why His name would even be a rare exclamation, much less a staple of conversation, as it is in many people's dialogue. (...boy, that sentence sucked rumpus...oh well, we keep moving on.)
In The Jesus I Never Knew, Phillip Yancey writes,
Today, people even use Jesus' name to curse by. How strange it would sound if, when a businessman missed a golf putt, he yelled, "Thomas Jefferson!" or if a plumber screamed "Mahatma Gandhi!" when his pipe wrench mashed a finger. We cannot get away from this man Jesus.When I read this line to Jordan, we both thought it was pretty great. Dave "Two-Shot" Terpstra would say, "That's Classical." John "Nine-shot" Neuch might even say, "Heck yeah, Bryan Turner!" Ah, (in my typical fashion) I digress. Moving on again...
MOMENT OF (as they say in 311) ZEN:
Joel: "Is he a freshman?"
Me: "Yes."
Joel, after thinking to himself for a minute: "So, then, it's his first year?"
And after all that ......junk...I leave you with nothing more and nothing less than what I'm going to call my Lyrics For the Night.
Auto response from gstreet4life (12:08:24 AM):Unfortunately, they are not in fact my lyrics, but The Decembrists' lyrics. "Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect", which is from their first album, Castaways and Cutouts. It's yet another album that Neil (your music connoisseur and mine) introduced me to. sort of...well, he got me hooked on their newest album, On Her Majesty, and I found their older one recently. Anyways, I'm babbling because I'm tired. Goodnight.
and here in Spain i will be a Spaniard
i will be buried here with my marienettes
OK, one more thing:
pray for me! ...gotta interview for RA tomorrow afternoon... and pledge week starts sooner than ever! who know there was this much planning for Assistant Pledge Master? woohaa.
the end.
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