More Options, Dammit!

I've been working on my class schedule for the next two semesters (well, two summer sessions, then the fall). The thing that bugs me is that so many classes that I need to take are only offered once a year. I get that some of these classes are specialized, and that only but so many people are taking them each year, but only offering them once? That can really screw up a schedule, especially when I'm trying to graduate in two years. I have three classes left to schedule. I plan on taking them this spring. However, I have no idea what days these classes will be offered. With my luck, all three will only be available on, like, Tuesday or something. It's such a crap shoot. This was so much easier when I was working on my undergrad.

Bad Ad

What the fuck is the deal with the Boost Mobile ad with the two pigs eating ham? Two pigs, eating ham (apparently from a pig they once knew), talking about cell phones. Fuckin' weird.

Coming Soon...

I have a whole long bitch session on deck for next week. Topics will include digital cable, the new Windows commercial, and some other stuff that I wrote down at home. I'm a touch drunk right now, and I'm not in a typing mood. More to come...

Today's Entry Didnt' Quite Happen

Hey there, kiddies.

I funny thing happened on the way to the blog today. I started typing a long and detailed bitch session about trying to apply for unemployment. I was about three paragraphs in when, much to my surprise, I was able to get everything worked out. Once I did, I felt bad about bashing them and their (still somewhat) ass-poor system. But it's not as bad as I once thought. So there you go.

Still, I should complain about something. Uh...how about airline food. Do people still hate airline food? Me, too. It sucks. Though, come to thing of it, I've never eaten on a plane.

How about this? It's cold outside. That sucks. Peace out!

Cultural Differences

I got my daily e-mail from school today. It's just about the goings-on at and around campus. Here's one of the topics:

Intercollegiate YMCA to Hold 1st Annual Cornhole Tournament

I've lived here in Southern (that's right) Indiana for about seven years now, and I'll never get over the fact that they refer to a beanbag toss game as "cornhole." If you're like me, the term "cornhole" has a very, very different meaning. And it should have absolutely NOTHING to do with the YMCA.

Stylin'

I tried some Crew Grooming Cream today. It came free with some Crew shampoo I bought a while back. Does it hold my hair in place well? Yes. It does, however, smell like the nursing home my dad's uncle was in for mentally impaired geriatric patients. If you've been to a standard nursing home before, then you know a bit about what I'm talking about. This place was that times 50. It has a Hobo Power of roughly 65 (if you don't know from Hobo Power, that's pretty bad). It's super antiseptic meets floor cleaner purchased in bulk meets abandonment and despair. Awesome.

Lazy Part II

I have a feeling that today (Sunday) is going to be a lot like yesterday (Saturday), the only real difference being that today I'm wearing pants.

Sunday was always the crappiest day of the week for me growing up. First, I had to go to church, which is always boring. Plus, my parents made me dress up when we went, so I had to be bored and wear uncomfortable clothes. When we got home the real boredom started. Since we didn't have cable, and I hated football as a kid, there was nothing on TV. "Meet The Press" is not entertaining to an eight year old. Sometimes we'd get roped into a Sunday drive. Some of you have done this, I'm sure, though it's probably pretty uncommon nowadays. Basically, if you don't know, you were stuck in the car (in my case, the back of a 1964 Chevy) for a few hours while your parents drove around aimlessly. Through the town you already lived in. Seeing the same shit you've already seen a thousand times. And we wonder why the environment is in such bad shape. So, once that nonsense was over with, it would be back home to, well, either sit there staring into space, or worse, do the homework that was due the next day because, in addition to the day being crappy, there was school to look forward to the next day! The only upside was that my mom would usually make a pretty good dinner on Sunday, so that was nice. The rest of the day, however, just went on and on and on...

Lazy

It's 5:50. I have yet to change out of my pajamas. I see no point in doing it now.

Glory Hole Legality

Hey there, kiddies.

In my Law class last night we were discussing the right to privacy (does it actually exist, the verbiage of the rules, etc...). As an example, the professor used a case of two dudes who were busted in a public bathroom at Union Station. One guy was sucking off the other through a glory hole in the wall of the stall. Both men fought to get their cases tossed out on the grounds that the cop who busted them (he saw them through the crack in the stall door) violated their rights to privacy, as they were inside the stalls and, as such, had a reason expectation to privacy. Turns out, one guy got off (hehehe) and the other didn't. Why? Because the guy who was in his own stall DID have a reasonable expectation to his privacy, and was free to go. The guy who stuck his dork through the hole gave up his right to privacy, as he willingly crossed physically over into the next stall. So take note, all ye who enjoy getting anonymous BJs in public bathrooms: You'll be in less trouble if your the sucker than if you're the suckee. Now go enjoy your day.

Thursday

I'm watching Butler play LSU. Close game. I have a giant headache and a zit on my lip the size of a Buick. And I still have to go to class tonight. Balls.

White Trash Marketing

I saw an ad for one of those direct marketing schemes on TV today. I've seen them several times before, and I always wondered why all of the "success stories," i.e., the actors who got the parts to play the allegedly successful people, were always excited about the RVs they were able to buy. I always thought that was odd. Why was a RV such a prize, other than to show that you could have that much disposable income to piss away on something like that. And then I realized why they do it. They are marketing to people who already in trailers. A big fancy RV would be a big step up for them. Anyone who lives in an actual home (that they own) wouldn't buy into a crappy pyramid scheme like that unless they weren't educated enough to know the difference. Also, they would be stupid enough to believe you could make $8000 per week selling vitamins to their friends.

Plan O' Attack

Hey there, kiddies.

Motivation is a tricky thing. I woke up today with a fairly specific plan of attack for the day. The actual desire to get any of those things done died about 8 seconds after I got out of bed. Ugh.

Still, I've managed to shake my ass. The oil in my car got changed. Oh, this pissed me off. I'm at Saturn getting the oil changed (as I do every 3000 miles, like you should), and after a while the service tech lady person comes over to give me the list of things that need to be checked on my car. What pisses me off is that, even though I got these things fix AND I GOT THEM FIXED AT SATURN, FOR FUCKS SAKE, these "problems" still come up on their list. If I didn't pay attention, I would have had my water pump changed 4 times in the past year. I don't want to knock Saturn too much, as they've treated me rather well over the past 10 years (156K miles and counting), but still, WTF?

What was I talking about?

Why, exactly?

Hey there, kiddies.

This is something I've planned on doing for a while now. I was going to start it a couple months back, but I never really got around to it for a variety of reasons, mostly nap-related. But sometimes I have things to say. Other times I don't. When I do, I'm usually complaining. Normally I sit at home and complain to myself, or save it up until my wife gets home and dump it all on her. I'm pretty sure she's been tuning me out for the last two years. So now I'm aiming my cannon of rage on you, the Internet community. That, or I'll just bore everyone with the random thoughts that wander through my consciousness. Depends on the day.

Anyway, that's about it. Keep on reading.