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Make the ghet-to holla.
A slew of things to bitch muse about -
I'm back at school. It's not so much that I mind school, but I find that I really excel in it only when I'm in the mood. When I'm not, I feel like I'm being abused. In fact, I think I'd rather have sex with Janet Reno than do anymore school work. What's more, my Tonya got approved to the second round of considerations. I was actually banking on my prelim application getting rejected. That way my life would be simpler, but I could still say that I tried to get money for this summer. I mean, I'm going to take the advertiser gig anyway, so what the hell?
A few weird dreams - one involving Sewanee in some sort of futurisitc, high-tech metropolis. Katie and Kayla Emerson were there, the latter walking her dog around a Jetsons-era Trez. They even hate each other in my dreams!
The other was a bit more vague, involving my shaving my head. Scary, scary stuff.
Speaking of redheads, I espied the most fascinating little girl when I had to go to church with the grandparents Sunday. She couldn't have hit puberty yet, but she had the aura of surpreme boredness and jadedness, as if she could already sense what a shithole Okolona is. Not to mention that she had awesome red hair and will be gorgeous when she grows up. I really hope Mississippi doesn't suck her soul out before then.
Tried to catch the Bacra-Benfica game today, but ESPN is manned by lying cockmongers, resulting in my catching the last 20 minutes of an altogether boring game. Why couldn't I have caught the Arsenal-Juve game? At least it had some goals. On the other hand, a draw in Lisbon sets Benfica up for an upset at Camp Nou, so maybe the next leg will be more exciting. En plus, ESPN2 isn't showing the Olympique Lyonnais-Milan game. I'm very perturbed.
I want to preface by saying that my knee-jeck reaction to almost anything is generally anti-government, and probably anti-american, in so far as our domestic and foreign policy is concerned, as well as most of the people my age that live here. Ok, there, I said it, I'm biased. Let me further that by making it clear that France is no better. The people there my age are generally haughty and condescending (a prediliction to which I am in no way immune. Chances are, even if I don't verbalize it, I secretly think, nay know that I'm better than you. I jest. Sort of.), and Nicolas Sarkozy is just as bad as any fundie politician the States have produced. That being said:
For the past few years, France has been regarded as somewhat disgusting in the eyes of American males, demographic 18-25-ish. At first it was because of the war in Iraq, which France didn't support. Most of the hate has died down, but a huge swath of the aforementioned demographic just can't give it up. It's mostly snide comments found in blogs and editorials - the fodder of geektards, as it were. Most of these same people don't chickenhawk nearly as much as they did when the war started, so what gives? I chalk it up to some sort of ethnocentric inferiority complex.
Fast forward to last week when I learned this delightful bit - Sodexho is a French company. What does this matter? Sodexho is a food company that feeds large entities - like Mississippi State University for example. (Sewanee is fed by Amarak, in contrast.) Guess who else Sodexho feeds. That's right, soldiers in Iraq. Bam. So, can we really give the frog-bashing a rest? Not so much that I'm sensitive about racial slurs. I like nips, wops, kikes, greasers, guidos, honkies, mics, (not to mention niggers) just as much as the next guy, but this political self-righteousness has got to end. Make fun of frogs for being effiminate if you want, but lay off the politics.
Things coming up, hopefully. Projects, if you will - revamped NOLA story, and pictures from France last year, maybe even with a few witty remarks thrown in.
A slew of things to bitch muse about -
I'm back at school. It's not so much that I mind school, but I find that I really excel in it only when I'm in the mood. When I'm not, I feel like I'm being abused. In fact, I think I'd rather have sex with Janet Reno than do anymore school work. What's more, my Tonya got approved to the second round of considerations. I was actually banking on my prelim application getting rejected. That way my life would be simpler, but I could still say that I tried to get money for this summer. I mean, I'm going to take the advertiser gig anyway, so what the hell?
A few weird dreams - one involving Sewanee in some sort of futurisitc, high-tech metropolis. Katie and Kayla Emerson were there, the latter walking her dog around a Jetsons-era Trez. They even hate each other in my dreams!
The other was a bit more vague, involving my shaving my head. Scary, scary stuff.
Speaking of redheads, I espied the most fascinating little girl when I had to go to church with the grandparents Sunday. She couldn't have hit puberty yet, but she had the aura of surpreme boredness and jadedness, as if she could already sense what a shithole Okolona is. Not to mention that she had awesome red hair and will be gorgeous when she grows up. I really hope Mississippi doesn't suck her soul out before then.
Tried to catch the Bacra-Benfica game today, but ESPN is manned by lying cockmongers, resulting in my catching the last 20 minutes of an altogether boring game. Why couldn't I have caught the Arsenal-Juve game? At least it had some goals. On the other hand, a draw in Lisbon sets Benfica up for an upset at Camp Nou, so maybe the next leg will be more exciting. En plus, ESPN2 isn't showing the Olympique Lyonnais-Milan game. I'm very perturbed.
I want to preface by saying that my knee-jeck reaction to almost anything is generally anti-government, and probably anti-american, in so far as our domestic and foreign policy is concerned, as well as most of the people my age that live here. Ok, there, I said it, I'm biased. Let me further that by making it clear that France is no better. The people there my age are generally haughty and condescending (a prediliction to which I am in no way immune. Chances are, even if I don't verbalize it, I secretly think, nay know that I'm better than you. I jest. Sort of.), and Nicolas Sarkozy is just as bad as any fundie politician the States have produced. That being said:
For the past few years, France has been regarded as somewhat disgusting in the eyes of American males, demographic 18-25-ish. At first it was because of the war in Iraq, which France didn't support. Most of the hate has died down, but a huge swath of the aforementioned demographic just can't give it up. It's mostly snide comments found in blogs and editorials - the fodder of geektards, as it were. Most of these same people don't chickenhawk nearly as much as they did when the war started, so what gives? I chalk it up to some sort of ethnocentric inferiority complex.
Fast forward to last week when I learned this delightful bit - Sodexho is a French company. What does this matter? Sodexho is a food company that feeds large entities - like Mississippi State University for example. (Sewanee is fed by Amarak, in contrast.) Guess who else Sodexho feeds. That's right, soldiers in Iraq. Bam. So, can we really give the frog-bashing a rest? Not so much that I'm sensitive about racial slurs. I like nips, wops, kikes, greasers, guidos, honkies, mics, (not to mention niggers) just as much as the next guy, but this political self-righteousness has got to end. Make fun of frogs for being effiminate if you want, but lay off the politics.
Things coming up, hopefully. Projects, if you will - revamped NOLA story, and pictures from France last year, maybe even with a few witty remarks thrown in.