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Monday, June 28, 2010

remember who you used to was

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Saturday, July 07, 2007

next big thinga

Saturday, December 25, 2004

the hair in my beard is now longer than the hair on my head

But I guess that's not really saying much...

Sunday, July 11, 2004

everyman's dilemma

I've seen another guitar I can't resist. It's a custom guitar; so I can't say I'll just buy one later. The problem is that I was almost on the verge of almost being ready to buy a recording system. The recording system can wait, but it's been waiting for over six months already. I'll probably let the guitar pass and get ready to almost get the recording system.

Saturday, July 10, 2004

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the glory days of Shithead Jones (the summer of 1986)

My favorite memory from the Olympics was when I took my Commodore 64 to my cousin's house one afternoon during the summer right after sixth grade and another cousin of mine (who didn't live there) signed up as Shithead Jones on "Summer Games II." Shithead Jones won a bronze metal in every event that day.

Sunday, July 04, 2004

my last request

Bury me in full KISS make-up.

I have to have the KISS Kasket when I die.

Sunday, June 27, 2004

God damn it, stay out of my digestive system

When I was an exchange student a couple of years ago, I discovered that the entire country of Germany is fixated on my digestive system. I was regularly questioned about what I had eaten on any given day, what I was planning to eat at the next meal, what I liked to eat in general, what I liked to drink, etc... And the interrogators criticized my answers regardless of what I said and told me I should do everything differently.

If I ate at the cheaper of the Chinese restaurants in town, I was told that the food wasn't authentic enough. If I ate at either of the other two Chinese places, I was told that the food was too expensive. If I ate at McDonald's, I was criticized for eating American fast food. When I developed the habit of eating daily at this one German restaurant near the university, I was told that I was going to turn into a sausage (well, the restaurant was technically Turkish because it was run by a Turkish family, but I always ate German food there). If I drank Coke, I was criticized. And at the time, I didn't drink beer and was criticized for that. When did my digestive system become so fascinating to so many people?

There was one student on my hall in the dorm who would always catch me as I was coming out of or going into my room to ask where I was going or where I had been. When I would answer that I was going into town to eat supper, she would tell me that it was too far to walk and that I should cook instead. One time, when I replied that I didn't know how to cook, she said, "But you could eat bread." For supper, I typically like something a little more filling than bread... On another occasion, she said that this one student down the hall could cook me a pizza; I don't know what he would have thought of being volunteered to cook for this.

One time, a guy down the hall had cooked something (I don't remember what it was) and asked if I would like to come to the kitchen to try it. I told him that I had already eaten supper, but I would try it. So I got a couple of them and ate them and was just sitting there talking afterwards. Then this other guy who had nothing to do with the cooking of the mystery food spontaneously started yelling at me in English for not eating more and said, "This isn't some bar where you can just eat one or two of something!" What on Earth does that even mean? What is a bar where you just eat one or two of something?

Maybe it has to do with cultural differences specific to different countries. I wonder if other countries would be obsessed with my other bodily systems. If I go to Uruguay, would they be fixated on my lymphatic system or my endocrine system?

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