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I shall no longer receive your accolades
I've removed comments because I can't keep up with all of the spam. Sadly, the little CMS that could doesn't have much firepower against spambots. You will have to return to adoring me in silence.
Posted at: 18:52
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Zach and I drove to Iowa City to visit Aaron and Sharon for the weekend. Iowa City is always about 10 degrees colder than Lawrence, and while that is awesome in the summer it is fucking awful here right now.
Within moments of our arrival we were leaving to pick Sharon up at the hospital. Aaron drove Sharon's car directly into the giant snow dune in front of him, and got the front axle (of the front-wheel-drive car) high-centered on some extremely dense snow and ice. It took us about three hours to liberate the car. Casualties included: a mop, a tennis racket, my right shoe, my coat, our pride, and a hanger. We ended up having to buy a shovel to get it free.
Once free, Sharon spent about five minutes hacking apart the icy mountain the car had been stuck upon. I asked her later whether this was a public service or vengeance. She assured me it was both.
Posted at: 08:53
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Tuesday I was on campus for 14 hours. Yesterday, another 14 hours. Today, another. Is it midterm time already? Nope, just three back-to-back days of evil, late night tests.
I really wish there was some place on campus that one could go to take a nap. I like the Nap Store, or the Sleep Library...or, a motel?
The most recent episode of This American Life, Tough Room features a piece about the writing process at The Onion. Go, listen.
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PS: I considered researching how to properly typset the name of a radio program, but I realized I am far too tired to care.
Posted at: 17:55
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When I recently changed my e-mail hosting, I decided to have all mail sent to any address at my domain forwarded to a catch-all address, so that I could sift through in case I was missing something. I haven't really gotten much spam in recent years, thanks to my very convoluted e-mail set up, which I described here. It's actually been kind of fun to sift through all of the garbage to see all of the hilarious random text that gets generated for these mailings. The message that inspired me to write this follows:
Date: Today
From: Randomly generated woman's name
To: Me
Subject: Public Ruination
Pelt the frame!!!!
Of course, the body was a link to some malicious website.
I found this one particularly amusing because most of the spam subject lines try to trick you into thinking it's from a friend by being incredibly vague, or by indicating that the sender has some kind of magic penis enlargement pill/service/raygun to sell. I guess this one was shooting for that one in a million chance that it would be read by someone with a really guilty conscience? About throwing things at other things?
I guess it's equally possible that "pelt the frame" could be some slang that I'm not hip to.
Sidenote: All of this spam is being sent to an e-mail address I used the first time I registered this domain in 2001, but didn't start using again when I re-registered in 2004. I'm can't imagine where I must have dropped that address to warrant something on the order of 50 spam messages a day...
Posted at: 12:05
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Unfortunately, I didn't see that school (and by extension, work) was cancelled until after I showered and drank some coffee at 6:00 this morning, so I got a pretty early start at puttering about the house aimlessly.
Double unfortunately, I don't really have any food right now. I just checked the pantry and I have like half a serving of dry pasta, a bottle of Sriracha chili paste, the detritus at the bottom of a box of Life cereal, and half a quart of rice milk. Every time I look outside, I see cars sliding through the intersection at the top of our cul-de-sac so I'm sort of afraid to leave the house.
While I often feel ridiculous still working on my undergraduate degree at 25, getting random days off due to inclement weather appeals to my inner man-child.
Posted at: 12:36
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I shall receive your accolades
I have finally found a satisfactory solution for comments through blosxom, so feel free to take the time to let me (and my legion of readers) know how awesome you think I am.
Posted at: 15:58
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Posted at: 12:58
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Dude, can I have a moment of your time?
I've tried to be cool, but I really can't keep silent any longer. What the fuck is the deal with this:
Is that a backpack you're wearing? It looks like you may have been able to fit a book in there. And is that yarn or maybe twine that you have wrapped around your shoulders?
Are you going on a canoe trip or something? I guess you've been wearing that to class every day, so probably not. Did you lose a bet, or did one of the bigger kids steal your real backpack...was it that Johnson kid?
I notice there's a face screen printed on the back, there. I've seen a lot of these horrible things around campus, but they've mostly been solid colors. I guess you bought this...no, I can't accept that you paid money for it. So you chose this one to make you stand out? I guess having a menacing face staring out of your emasculating little nylon bag is fairly striking.
Did you see this on the MTV? Do you kids even watch MTV? Was it on the myspace or the facebook, or that wii? I'm just trying to understand here. Help me understand why I see these everywhere.
Posted at: 02:05
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