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The past 2 days I've had a few perplexing technical problems that have had interesting answers. After a long weekend of drinking, eating, and lest I forget drinking, I got back to Cecilia's late last night and felt like doing a little digital maintenance on my computer, when I noticed that it was down. It's never down.

You're a "regular" 21st century 1st world citizen. You have a computer, internet access, maybe a laptop. A cell phone with an address book, an ipod with a few hundred songs. You have a DVR. A digital camera with pictures of vacations, the kids, your uncles; maybe your very own penis/vagina. You are a student; you have assignments, homeworks, a facebook, a myspace. You're a professional, you have reports, emails.

Went to the/a doctor today. From what she told me, my lower abdominal pain and other symptoms can be one of 4 possibilities:

In honor of those zany Japanese, and my return from their zany country, I'm featuring somewhat of an independent collaboration between myself and Jeremy Mikola, formerly of arsjerm fame. Herein we give our thoughts on the latest limited edition Japan-only soft drink, Pepsi Ice Cucumber.

Somehow, the little afro guy next to me (his name translates to: 'pretz holding-kun') and about 3 hours of diving through youtube all came about because I wanted to see a katana slice through an egg at like 1000 frames per second. One thing led to another, and I came upon the most insanely saccharine thing ever produced: an Aya Matsuura pretz commercial. In the middle of this pink dreamworld, you see a picture of an guy with an afro on the back of a pretz box holding a pretz.

I began what was quite an interesting day waking up at 8:47 and wondering just exactly what time it was. 8:47 was apparently not enough of a reference point, and was certain alien when compared to the likes of the "7:30" that I had set my alarm for. I stumbled out of bed anyway, donned some ostensibly business-like garb and set out for the bus, which thankfully arrived on Ferry St. shortly after I did. I sat next to an odd fellow this morning; Long hair, beard, and an "Independent" backpack with a button that I liked very much. It read: "The problem isn't Bush" in small letters circling the top, and in large letters on a white banner "It's Capitalism!".

In the last 2 weeks I've lost 11 lbs. That's not water weight, or the discrepancy between night and day, or the product of a large bowel movement, since having basically given up food and suffering from narcolepsy these things largely have no meaning. That's 11 pounds that were keeping my pants around my waist and not my knees; 11 pounds which I'm sure at least one of was sucked violently from my face in my body's mad search for energy. Instead of feeling good about this, I feel like I'm sick, and I think my skin is turning gray. Somehow I don't see this as an improvement.

I'm currently sitting in my Thursday night cs765 "Aspects of System Administration" class. I probably shouldn't be writing this, as the class is really quite good and I'm the only one in here who is looking at a laptop instead of what is going on. I'm sure that I probably have far more work to catch up on than the other people in the class, but that's just self importance that stems from everyone thinking they have it worse than everyone else.

Ahh, its that time of year again, when the freshman orientation week ends, they get their laptops, and then fuck our connection right in the balloon knot. If this was last year at this time, only this year (bear with me), I'd still be fine with this, because I'd be downloading packages pertaining to whatever interest I have this week at lightning I2 speeds. Unfortunately, Stevens needed the valueble I2 network money to water the grass and plant flowers.

The past week or so has been simultaneously entertaining and ironic. After the most dissapointing week of my life as far as attendence at work is concerned, I make up for it with the busiest weekend since classes ended. Fitting that my vacation from work was easily broken this weekend, 1 week before classes are slated to start.

Its no secret that things around here have changed, and I suppose you wouldn't know how much they've changed. I can't blame you though, as I've had a fairly poor record for updating this month. Hopefully that can all change.

Where to start? Certainly, the title would seem like a good place, but that's where you're wrong. You can't understand the pains one goes through to create a decent title. Unless you also run a web log as well, which is just about everyone I know.

Before we get on to what seem like less pressing issues, since in the long run the Matrix Reloaded will probably be unremembered as a forgettable action flick or the mediocre part 2 to a trilogy, I'd like to uncover a discovery I made during my time here. The Pillows are huge fucking Pixies fans. Observe the evidence. At the end of "Backseat Dog", they start singing "Here comes your man"; after that (on the same album), there is a song "Kim Deal", which is the name of the bassist from the Pixies. After THAT, there's "Beautiful Morning With You", which has chords eerily similar to "Where is my mind". That's 3 in a row (baby), on the same album.

Unlike some people, my site doesn't have a backend that automatically replaces names with links, so I have to write them all out by hand. And as far as I know, this affords me the right to call you names.

Some guy kidnapped his neighbours daughter, raped her, video taped it, killed her, and was found guilty of 1st degree murder. It took the jury 10 days to decide if he was guilty or not; I wonder if he will be alive by the time I know the answers to all of my own problems. The republican trash that ran the Florida election recounts is trying to get into congress. I wonder how many people she slept with to get where she is today.