"What do you mean, 'Why are you chillin' with hoes?' Read the New Testament, bitches."

-Jesus

By the way, we need to add to the "True Badasses" section the Rev. Quinn Mann.

At what point am I just being pretentious, as opposed to being informative, when I add "... in French" to the end of a sentence?

"I'm reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez in French."

"I'm delivering a lecture on Memphis Blues in French."

Incidentally, does anyone have any blues MP3s they could send me?
Jag.Gibbs@gmail.com

My life is ... something

Today I saw a banjo player, from some big country band I've never heard of, standing on a stage at an Army base underneath a giant giant American Flag, playing along to a CD of Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby."



I wasn't sure what the song was until Vanilla said "word to your mother." Then I remembered it from VH1's top 100 one hit wonders.

Lee,

If we ever get to the point where we don't like that tattoo, where we aren't comforted by it, we can change it to the Gabriel Garcia Marquez quote,

"'That's how it goes,' Ursula said, 'but not so much.'"

Or that could just get a spot on the other arm.

I find myself strangely comforted by having "So It Goes" tattood on my arm.

I went to World Dairy Expo this week...free cheese is sweet.

Amber and I spent half a day reading Harry Potter side books (The History of Quiditch and something about Magical Creatures).

Harry Potter is on my list of guilty pleasures...along with NWA, Chicken Gizzards and Fleetwood Mac.

People at work are starting to call the VW The ManVan.

Amber has decided that Dave and Jen are "the cutest couple ever."

My sister said I could bring up a goat for the happy couple. It could live in the back yard and keep the grass down, and then they could milk it, and when they get hungry they could eat it! Granted it's a boy goat, so the milking bit is a little tricky. Though Jon seemed to pull it off last time he came to the farm.

I applied for a job as the Wal-Mart greeter. They told me that I was not special enough. I am planning to be there for your wedding Luke, provided my car does not explode. I met a girl online that I am trying to ask out without being super creepy. And, in 1998 Addidas was forced to change the name of their all natural hemp tennis shoes from "Chronic" to "Gazzel Natural"... The same year that Sony recalled several hundred night vision handycams because they were able to see through certain fabrics...

I start work at a factory on Monday.

Can someone think of a Workers League name for me?

BeatBlog: "Are any other alumns planning to be back for homecoming, or am I the only tool without a job/life? I don't promise to bring lots of booze, but I promise to bring SOME booze if I can stay a night or two in the old place. And if you place your orders early I might be able to bring over a big bottle (think over a gallon) of pretty good scotch next year"

Oh yeah, does THE BEAT have anything on the Class of '06-gets-to-draw-on-the-ground area?

CD Release Party

Wear your best pair of nut-huggin' jeans and come out to see me play this Saturday 9 pm @ the BEAT. It could take a while. You might want to bring some snacks.

New Car

Rob Loudon, one of the most brilliant and compelling minds Hillsdale has ever known, will not be returning this semester (or ever) to the college at the behest of an unjust and barbaric administration.

This may sound odd, but can anybody tell me when Jim Stephens's office hours are?

Guess who died?

Chase informed me that kilt-wearing douche bag is now a Hillsdale College student.

How's the socio-political-cultural climate at the school this year? Better, worse?

Ideas executed:

John and I decided to "hedge our bets" and go to Walmart...

1. Condoms, 2 boxes of (hey! whoa!)
   
2. Incense, 4 packs of
3. KY warming gel + massager
   
4. Incense trays, 2

Condom types, by the way, speak volumes about yourself and your pseudo-Freudian neuroses. For instance, I bought standard sized, desensitizing-for-maximum-longevity condoms. John: Magnum XL. (The thought also occurred to us that, we, as two men who ostensibly know each other, buying such products together, might be construed as Sodomites.)

Ideas waiting to be executed, which will probably never happen:

1. Econ had the idea of setting up hidden cams all around the house. We would open up a web domain and stream live-reality TV for Kappas to pleasure themselves any time they pleased.
2. Dylan had the idea of setting up a kegerator (sp?) in the downstairs bathroom. I think he wanted to locate it behind the mirror. This idea originated when he bought a keg and kept it in the bathroom.
   
3. Jam-night, every other week, at the Beat. Open to any band that didn't suck too badly. Could possibly be for poetry (I guess) and comedy acts.

Well, that's what we're up to. Here's one of our cats.