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hey now!

2008-09-26T19:40:00.002-04:00

first off, Is, that's awesome! unfortunately, most of the olympic sailing events weren't televised, so i had to watch a lot of em on crappy internet posts. but windsurfing is incredibly bad-ass. england won a bunch of the sailing medals, and my top pick, estonia, was unfortunately not able to beat out the kiwis in the single-handed division. oh well!
in other news, i have a new job! its an entry level position with an outsourced sales/marketing company. i handle small business accounts for verizon. since verizon is a big evil company, its actually way more cost-effective to send nice guys like me around to places and pitch stuff, especially cause im completely on commission right now! i know what you're thinking, but working for the man is actually turning out to be pretty fun. every morning is an orgy of pumping up, playing games, and an incredible amount of high-fiving and general w00p w00ping! i'm out in the field all day visiting businesses (setting my own hours, etc), and meeting and interacting with a whole variety of long islanders. the other day i walked into a laser hair removal place, walked up to the dude behind the counter, said hi! my names joe, verizon sent me out to check on some routine service updates blah blah blah, and he says look dude. two options. one, have a seat, i call the cops, and get you arrested for trespassing. two, you walk away, i never see you again. so that was fun! a big tattooed guy in an auto body repair place threatened to break my f-ing legs! secretaries tell me all the time that they're not allowed to tell me who they use for phone service, or even how many phones they have! plus side: sometimes you walk into an office, like a little insurance agency, talk with a nice office manager, sit down and fill out 5 minutes of paperwork, convert 12 old phone lines to an updated line type, and walk out 240 dollars richer!

OTHER NEWS: i, and many of my kind, am in desperate need of some hot dragoncloud reunion action. let's make that happen?! i definitely wanna make another trip or two or three down to DC this fall/winter! and skiing upstate/elsewhere too! anybody wanna go to vermont to ski this season? got a buddy with a huge house near stratton! eh!? peace out kiddies!

resuscitation

2008-08-25T16:54:00.002-04:00

Hello friends.

This is an effort to resuscitate this blog, following a conversation I had with certain important individuals.

I wanted to write you a funny little anecdote, but unfortunately I don't really have any interesting stories in my brain at the moment. So instead I will inform you that Israel won 1 bronze medal during the Olympics, in windsurfing. I don't care how many America won. I love America, but it wins lots of medals all the time, and it is therefore not at all exciting. It is a very emotional event when Israel wins medals in the Olympics, because we don't have that many.

The end!

mike is dumb!

2008-04-15T23:25:00.002-04:00

Dear Friends,
I just read Mike's absurdly circuitous internet sex post (I believe they're called... blogs?) and was shocked, SHOCKED! well okay not that shocked, to learn that there was nothing of any value in it. Anyways, two things. One, I just played ultimate frisbee in astoria park (right under the triborough bridge) and it was sweet. it happens tuesdays and thursdays at 6ish. i forget if anyone in this glorious network of friends lives in the city, so maybe this information is not relevant. too bad!
Secondly, and this also applies mainly to anyone in the NYC area, is that theres a thing at a place. I'm gonna go and you should too. Look: http://www.kidrobot.com/content.cfm?section=adult_swim
I should bring something to be signed. T-shirt? Bender action figure? Breasts?
These questions and more,
Joe

Rivendell

2008-04-12T02:45:00.003-04:00

Sorry, I can't blog and I made an extra post. I hope everyone will reply with absurdities and accusations of polygamy and none such.

Look, I've been watching a bunch of "The Office"...look. (Ok, BSG fans, look at episode 4:11 for the office and Mike is wearing a BSG sweatshirt at the end) ....( I hate you all)

Ok, My life has been particularly eventful...even when it hasn't been. I miss everyone. I'm really hoping I get into the KTH (Random Switzerland thingie), but don't expect anything...and I miss b-day parties, and dance parties and monday trivia nights and such. Also, I miss playing Ping Pong.

I don't remember everyone who's going to Miami, but so far.. I wish everyone could go...and it seems stupid that we all can't meet up and hang out. I know this isn't practical for everybody...and I say...ok...DAMMIT...fork dork!!!...that's unfortunate...ok...we'll work this out...don't worry people...

I hated it last time... that I couldn't hang out w/everyone and I was an idiot and screwed up my arm....psh...pheh...ok...yea...I'm dumb....I accept this fact and I wish I could have fixed it, but I couldn't... so I can't.

Look...I will always miss you all and I will always carry you all with me in the unlikely story that is america...and I hope that we all can become..that which we dream to be...I know that you all are some of the utmost amazing people that I've ever met in my life. I know this is all heart warming and such, but if anyone tries to blackmail me, I will challenge you to a duel in any video game that there is. You will beg your gods for forgiveness when you cry for extra lives.

I miss my relatively short encounter with you all and wish all but the best for everyone. Please don't leave me here....PLEASE HELP ME....OMG LOL ROTFL BOLBAMSC (Bob Ogle loves bagels and medium styrofoam cups.)

-Barry

Rivendell

2008-04-12T02:44:00.001-04:00

ohmygod!

2008-02-26T00:34:00.002-05:00

Dear Team,

I ordered a movie on ILL today for a project I'm doing, and none other than edward james olmos is in it. I got a might bit excited, as you can imagine.

OK thats all, just wanted to let you know.

I am going to propose something....

2008-02-21T21:07:00.005-05:00

and if you don't like it, FUCK YOU.

Once upon a time there was a concert named Coachella. It was awesome and on the other side of the United States of America. Then the people that set up Coachella wanted to do something for the the more awesome coast. Enter: All Points West (on the east?) Any way here's an article about it:
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news/48861-all-points-west-
festival-lineup-announced

Tell me if you smell a reunion coming on.

CHROMEO IS GOING TO BE THERE. ALSO.

Mallo

Oh memories

2008-02-19T20:11:00.001-05:00

I'm gonna get what I want!

A story.

2008-01-03T19:56:00.000-05:00

Today I went to CVS to buy some soap and shampoo. After picking out said items off the shelves, I waited in line to pay. I was the last one on the line, and there was only one kid ringing people up. When I went up to pay, the kid said hi, and asked if I had a CVS card, and I said no, and then he completed the transaction and I paid and he put the products I purchased in a bag. Then, after all this completely normal stuff happened, as I was putting my wallet away, I saw him grab an almost empty bottle of mouth wash that he had next to the cash register. He opened it up, poured some mouth wash into the cap, and drank it in front of me.

Now, I know that this particular CVS is notorious for sucking as a place of employment. It has an even worse reputation than the Shoprite located in that very same shopping center. I know this because I know several people who used to work in that CVS, and I know several people who used to work in that Shoprite, and as much as the Shoprite people say it was the worst job ever, everyone is in agreement that CVS is way worse. And I guess you gotta do what you gotta do to survive such horrible work environments, co-workers, customers, and most importantly in the cases of these two particular establishments, bosses. But mouth wash? Seriously?

A new Blanding bursts into the world

2007-11-22T10:58:00.000-05:00

So as of Sunday, I have become Uncle Mike...and soo I will get the prefix "crazy". We're very fortunate that it's not one of those, "Oh...what a........cute..baby" spawns, but one of those "Mmmmmm....baby." babies.

His name is Andrew Wyland Blanding. Drew for short. Here are some pictures. http://www.puravidavieques.com/andrew/

So I can't wait to spoil him rotten in the future.

In other news, we still don't have internet at our place in D.C., but I have internet at the library of an hour per day. I really did miss you all and the halloween bash, and I expect every dirty detail to be exposed, even if they never happened. My manager at work felt really bad for being incompetent and not giving me that weekend off, so I get an extra day for thanksgiving break. psh.

Not too much to report on the home front. Evan is trying to get a job w/americorp also, so I'll be the only one not selling out to the man. w00t. Also shoutout to my homeslice Jeff about Avatar and frackin Blood bending.

For anyone who has any days off during the break, there's always welcome to come down and experience the joy that is the Wheaton shoppington food court. Speaking of filling our bodies with refuse and alcohol, WHENS GONNA BE THE NEXT REUNION TOUR D' STYLE CHRISTMAS EXTRAVAGANZA!!!!???!!!

OK, Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Joe, enjoy your Turducken, I hope you burn in hell for creating and enjoying such a Chimera beast!, Jeff, I expect nothing less than the best of christmas brews from your distillery (you are the new Geneseo Ale House), Neil, I hope you lose every bet you make with joe and die a poor and miserable death. Brendan, i hope your trip across the sea's have left you jaded and callous and no more than a shell of a human being. Bob, I hope your death will be shortly followed by the extraction of your brain to be implanted into a recently slain supermodel so you will be forever pleased with yourself (and your marriage to Joe will be legit too). Andrew, my brother named his son after you, so your legacy will live on.

And all the ladies, much love, one one..bu-ya-shak

pce
Barry

Cause one just ain't enough

2007-10-27T10:24:00.000-04:00

In an attempt to be cool like the following people:

-Becca
-Zach
-Becca and Zach
- Perez Hilton
-~~Rosie O'Donnell~~

I have a blog. I write in it, but not everyday, so don't look at it that much.
Go here
See you all soon!

Mallory

Random!

2007-10-14T10:20:00.000-04:00

hey y'all. Friday Night I had to work at this thing called Late Nite Madness...it celebrates the beginning of basketball season here. While I was less than thrilled that I had volunteered to be there (I have many things due this week...oops), I managed to have a delightful time.

Point of the story: Joe McManus was there!!!! He was visiting his sister, and came over to say hi while i was giving out stickers and asking people if they wanted to get their picture taken with the mascot, baxter. He is a bearcat with an extremely pleasant expression on his face. Anyhow, it was really fun to run into joe. Huzzah!

ps. we posted again on our blog...1.5 months after the first post. we suck.

love love

stuffed eggplant?!!

2007-10-06T12:46:00.000-04:00

Things I tend to do very slowly:

1) Get my stuff together after paying in stores, especially supermarkets and other grocery stores.

2) Put on my shoes (at least according to Kristine. I might disagree.)

3) This:

According to the cook book, that should have taken about an hour and fifteen or an hour and a half to prepare and cook. It took me two and a half. So much work went into it, in fact, that when it was done I felt compelled to take a picture of the final product before it got eaten. And then I felt compelled to share this picture.

That's all!

Gone Cat-a-tonic

2007-10-01T19:56:00.000-04:00

So we're adopting our neighbors cat, cause she's moving away...and it's a freakin awesome cat that's currently named mittens...but that won't suffice for our purposes. So I leave it up to you, fine folks, to give us some suggestions on what to call said cat.

It is a Maine coon Polydactyl cat, and has a grey med-long coat.

So far, we have come up with the following:

Twelve toes, Schödinger, Pinky, Din-Din, Dog, Meatball, Main Moon, Lil' Khajit, Skooma, Arroz Gatonés, HIV, Sudoku, Lil' Bastard, Eek, Ameri-Corpse, Bilbo Baggins, Ignatius Applebottm III, Chesta da Molesta, Snarf, Voldem...."Cat who must not be named", Boner, The Clap, Thundercat, Cumshot, Mushboom, Condom, Dental Dam, Cheesemaker.

2007-10-01T16:18:00.000-04:00

Greetings, true believers! I am posting this blogosphere entry from my Uncle Charlie's house in Belfast, Northern Ireland. It's about nine o'clock in the morning here, which would make it approximately 1066 A.D. back in the States.

My flight departed from Newark Airport at around ten o'clock at night local time on Saturday - after a delay of about an hour, of course. Being a red-eye flight, I hoped I'd be able to get some sleep since it would be around 8:30 A.M. Sunday when we landed in Belfast - but oh, how mistaken I was. For one thing, my seat was directly on the wing of the plane, which meant I had the rumbling of the engine to keep me company all night, even over the sound of my iPod. The legroom was practically non-existent (I was pretty envious of those bastards in first class when I got up to use the bathroom). Sooooo I think I got roughly an hour of sleep at most. After we landed, customs took about two seconds to get through the "WE WILL ASSUME AUTOMATICALLY THAT YOU ARE A TERRORIST/DRUG MULE/SCIENTOLOGIST AND FUCK YOU ACCORDINGLY" nature of the U.S. Customs (For some reason the " and @ are switched on U.K. keyboards...) My Uncle Charlie was waiting at the airport for me, and after a short drive to his house in West Belfast, I promptly fell asleep around ten o'clock in the morning local time. For ten hours.

So, Sunday was pretty much shot. But I woke up early the next morning and we took a drive around the city to all the different neighborhoods, Catholic and Protestant, with murals on nearly every block commemorating this-and-this Republican hunger striker or that-and-that Loyalist volunteer. (Republicans want a re-joining of the entire island of Ireland and are generally Catholic, Loyalists are generally Protestant and wish Northern Ireland to remain under the yoke of the U.K.) Belfast is a nice city, much larger than I thought, with sad reminders everywhere of the violence in its past. It's quite safe nowadays, and rebuilding steadily, but sections are still decayed and decrepit.

After lunch we went to the Ulster Folk Museum, where they've set up a miniature village of authentic and replica 17-20th century buildings from around Northern Ireland - thatched hut houses, mills, churches, you name it. Unforunately my camera batteries crapped out almost immediately so I only got a couple pics, and on top of that we arrived about an hour before closing. Ah well. I had dinner with a few of the family, Uncle Charlie, my cousin Aine and her boyfriend Patrick, my cousin Conor and his wife Kate and their children Rebecca and Charlie (quite the characters, they).

So now I await the arrival of my Auntie Ann - more family visits and uncertain plans I guess until I officially set off on Thursday.

I really don't know what to do with myself waking up so early in the morning. It's... just... not... natural!

kbye

back in school...

2007-09-29T12:45:00.000-04:00

well hello hello.

Friday I started my internship of tutoring/observing at East Middle School in Binghamton. I went to six classes, ranging from 6th grade social studies, to reading, and some spanish of all three grades. It was fairly entertaining for a number of reasons. In my first class, the teacher was all afluster and the kids were not paying any attention to him, but they were to me. All of a sudden, the four girls in the back all raised their hands, and when called all pointed and said, "WHO'S THAT!?!" Then i got to introduce myself, and the boys went for reals, for deals. I am out of touch. Anyhow, in 8th grade spanish, one of the girls turned to me and said, "Are you a new student?" kids are so cute. then she asked me if i was Iraqi, and if not what race i was. We bonded over our mutual cuban heritage. It was all kinds of fun. Also, both of the history teachers were super bitches. and one of the reading teachers graduated from geneseo and was a phig. He was very nice, and I want to set him up with either a sister or a friend, even if he is 26 or 27. ANYHOW. just thought I'd let you know that middle school is full of goofy kids and i look like i'm 12 or 13. Now we're watching Zulu. Yay!

A Curious Wager

2007-09-25T11:55:00.000-04:00

Although this may be considered my attempt at making the life of a friend trivial, I suggest that we make predicitions on what will become of our comrade, Brendan Kelly, on his voyage to the old World. All predictions may be backed by funds and whom ever comes closest in his prediction of one event that occurs will win all wages made by other predictors. Interested?

it's not a problem if you don't acknowledge it

2007-09-23T23:21:00.000-04:00

A Notice of Gambling Debts (So We Don't Forget About Them):

So far, for wagers placed during the fall of 2007, Neil owes Joe $6:

$2, Mike def. Kate in checkers
$2, Colts def. Saints
$2, Giants def. Redskins

For the record, I'm pretty sure I also owe Joe several million euro. There are also some debated past incidents which may or may not have involved me losing a bet to Joe, including Ortiz-Shamrock and WrestleMania XXIII. Will he ever see this money? Not on my watch! As we discussed on the phone before, it will be included in my will, when my corpse hits him back on the proverbial first. I am letting this information be known to the public so that if I die in some sort of mysterious accident, Joe ought to be considered as the first and only suspect and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

By decree, all future gambling tabs shall be accounted for in this post.

Dear Bob,

2007-09-20T11:05:00.000-04:00

Damn it's good to have you on the internet again. Maybe you could post here, someday? As for you, Joe? Your gross and overarching proclamations of love for our tall friend have led me to the conclusion that should probably drive your zamboni of love to Bob's house and carry him over the threshold...I expect to receive the wedding invitations soon (could you imagine a more glorious wedding? Bob in white, of course, to offset his brown eyes and delicate features...Joe stumbling drunk down the aisle).
Now that we all have that wonderful image in our heads, I would like to say that I have talked on the phone to a good amount of you recently due to my isolation here in connecticut and heinous lack of internet connection for my first 3 weeks...others I have snatched a few words with when bogarting on campus internet in my graduate carrell/isolation box...and I'm loving hearing about all the crazy shit that's going on with everyone now. Brendan-Europe, Becca/Mallo/Jeph-grad madness, Tina-Gallbladder, Meg, Jess-Ro-che-cha, Feesh-?, Bob-<3 and moisturizing, Andrew-park ranger, Inbal-opera, Kate, Evan, Barry-D.C., Neil-where's my diploma? Though I must say, Joe driving a zamboni is pretty much the best thing I've ever heard in my life. My latest crazy undertaking is joining the capoeira club here on campus.
My friend Jill (a loud-mouthed jersey girl who used to be a semi professional ice skater with tara lapinski, whatttt? I'm friends with some pretty weird people these days) and I were going to join the kayaking club, but upon arriving at the meeting 6 minutes late and realizing that yes, we really did just miss the entire thing (also, the awkward leader of the group said soon after "if you're underage you should probably leave, we're going to watch porn now..." and then they put on this extreme kayaking video and pretty much all orgasmed at the sight of it. YEAH), we decided to try something new. My roommate, the golden god P Lombardo, runs a capoeira club, which if you have never seen/know what it is...you should youtube that shit, stat. It's this brazilian martial arts/dance thing where two people engage in a "conversation" in the middle of a circle of people singing and playing crazy instruments. The conversation involves kicks and blocks and hand stands and cartwheels and insanity, all without contact with the other person really, just this dynamic push and pull. It's bizarre, and so hard, but the guys in the club are really nice and don't mind that i make an ass out of myself. I am most definitely the least adept/graceful/strong/coordinated/balanced person there and it shows, but I'm pretty used to looking like a doofus brain so I don't really care. I am learning to do a cartwheel, which I have never known how to do before, so I'm pretty pumped! Basically, Joe, I'm learning self defense and I'm coming for you.
School is good. My new friends are good (though don't yet compare to the sheer amazingness of our love and insanity). Halloween is going to be nutso. I can't wait to see you all (except for Brendan, you ass)

Lovelovelove
K-bomb

this is looonnnnggggg

2007-09-12T23:03:00.000-04:00

Dear Friends,

This story is about one of the dumbest moments of my life so far, and hopefully also in my future. It is kind of long, but if you're bored or trying to avoid whatever other things you are supposed to be doing, I hope it helps you procrastinate/provides entertainment.

I spent all of last week in the states of Washington and Oregon. This story took place on Thursday, at Mount St. Helens. There's this cave in the park that was formed by some volcanic lava, and visitors can hike/climb through the cave. Keep in mind that this is not really like most national parks, in the sense that it is not as well organized. The people at the park do the minimal amount of maintenance necessary for people to be able to access it, but there aren't tons of paved trails and signs everywhere pointing out to you exactly which trail you are on and which trail you will be on should you choose to take another path.

Anyway, there are two different routes in this cave. One is labeled easy, and the other one is labeled difficult/very difficult. Here is a little detail that will be important later in the story- in the hard route you exit the cave at some point and you walk back to the starting point on a regular trail.
My dad and I plan on doing the hard trail, but before we go in my dad questions a bunch of guys that just came out of the cave and asks them how hard it really is, and if they think I can make it. They say, yeah, it's pretty challenging. You will have to do some rock climbing. There's an 8 foot wall at some point that you will have to climb. But you can do it. So, off we go.

We start walking through the cave. It basically alternates between a semi-flat surface and huge piles of rocks. At some point we reached something that I swear was an 8-foot flat wall that we had to climb, but according to my dad that was not hard, so he is convinced that we did not yet find the wall they were talking about. And this continues for a long while. And then... I see a light. The light at the end of the cave?!

Hmm. Maybe not. There is indeed a hole in the cave, but the cave continues on. I look at the hole and say, no way that this is the end. It is going to be really hard to climb out of this hole. Plus, the cave continues. My dad, however, thinks back to the hard wall we haven't found yet, assesses the situation, and says, no, it is totally possible to climb out of here. I convince him to continue on for a little bit, and we do, and we hit another one of those big piles of rocks, and my dad decides that no, we will not continue to find out that there is no other exit and then have to go all the way back. We will climb out the hole we passed. And this, my friends, is the dumbest moment of my life. The thing is, I was tired, and kind of sick of climbing over large piles of rocks already, and kind of wanted out of the cave already. But really, if I had just paused for 2 minutes to think about it rationally, there is just NO way that that was the exit. It was way too hard to climb, and, the fact that the cave continues without any sign or indication that it is the end of the trail, and the fact that it continues the exact same way it's been all along, should really have screamed at me that NO OF COURSE THIS IS NOT THE WAY OUT AND THE ONLY REASON MY DAD EVEN CONSIDERED IT IS BECAUSE OF THAT THING THOSE GUYS SAID ABOUT THERE BEING A WALL TO CLIMB!!!!!! Yet somehow, I just was not thinking. So, we start ascending up that wall.

The wall had four different levels. So basically, my dad pushed me up to the next level each time and then climbed up after me. The last level was the easiest so I just climbed out of the cave and waited outside. Oh, wait. Since this is not the end, that means that... there is no trail back. But, at that point, I am all the way out, my dad is stuck halfway out and is trying to devise a way to get himself out, and is convinced that it would be nearly impossible for us to go back down into the cave without severely injuring ourselves. As a matter of fact, at that point he is not even sure if he can get himself out of this cave at all. So he sits there for 10 minutes and looks around, until a solution comes to him and he manages to get himself out.

OK, we are out now. Now we just have to find the trail. We start walking in the general direction the cave continued. We try to find plants that were stepped on by animals or humans, assuming it would maybe lead us somewhere. I am farely confident though that humans did not walk in the area we were in. We walk for a few minutes and I start freaking out. We are lost. In the forest. We have no food or water, no way to reach anyone, no easy way for anyone to find us, and my mom was waiting for us back in the beginning/end of the trail. I don't think I've ever been so mad at my dad in my life. A few minutes later I hear this sort of growl/snort type of sound, which doesn't help the anxiety. (Later that day after questioning a ranger we would find out it was most likely a bear.) We realize we are not going to find a trail this way, so we start walking downward. There are a couple of roads relatively nearby, and if we walk in the right direction, we should be able to hit one of them at some point, and from there I guess we would just wait for a car to pass and figure out where we were and get back to where my mom was waiting. If we miss the roads, we're fucked.

We walk down for a while, and my dad stops and says, hold on, I'm going to check something out, don't lose sight of me. And then, we actually find human shoe prints. Probably not ones from the same day, but at least we know we're in an area where humans were at some point... and I start feeling a little better about the situation. We continue walking for a while, and then, like a chorus of angels descending upon us from the heavens, a trail! A real trail! Now I feel infinitely better, knowing that it's just a matter of time until we find out exactly where we are. But wait, there's more. We get to the end of the trail, and found ourselves exactly where we needed to be, back at the beginning of the cave. And it didn't even take long enough for my mom to start asking random hikers if they've seen us and if they could please get some help as soon as they get back within cell phone working range.

That is my story of being lost in the woods!

XO
Is

89.3 fm the no teamvanillalution

2007-09-12T20:11:00.000-04:00

SO, HERE I AM AT MY FIRST RADIO SHOW SINCE THE LAST TEAM VANILLA SHOW. And in protest of everything that is dumb about not having my fellow team vanilla brethren here, I am playing no song under 20 minutes long, starting with "the odyssey" by symphony x. YOU SEE, instead of talking of talking for obnoxiously long periods of time, i'm playing extremely long songs that nobody but me wants to listen to. HA. YOU GET IT?! TAKE THAT GENESEO COMMUNITY. But seriously, i miss you guys.

P.s. here's me getting ready for my first radio show

Dragonblog?

2007-09-07T09:35:00.000-04:00

Just for fun I typed "Dragonblog" into my browser, thinking that Mozilla (being the most awesome of browers) would take me to the ultimate blog in the world, ours. But I got something else: Dragonblog

A part of me wants to post on there like it's ours.

Ronald Reagan...rooting for an alien invasion?

2007-09-03T22:05:00.001-04:00

An Ode to Nepotism

2007-08-27T16:12:00.001-04:00

So as of this afternoon I have a meeting set up to talk to Senator Bob Casey (D-PA), a former student of my uncle's who he has kept in touch with, on Tuesday, September 25. The plan is to ask Casey if he would be willing to put in a good word for me to one Chuck Schumer for a job at one of his offices in New York State to pay the bills while going to graduate school. Will our intrepid hero backroom-deal his way into another cushy job? More on this story later!

Only the penitent man will pass...

2007-08-25T21:33:00.000-04:00

As some of you may know, or may not know, or don't care, I have been juggling the decision to move down to DC. I think I've finally decided on going, since my father has already started moving things into my bristol apt.

The plan is to scour craigslist for a job that will pay enough to live reasonably, while a search for a better job/grad school applications proceeds.

I haven't set a date yet, but the great organizing of all my old junk has begun and will continue. I miss everybody and want to go and visit everyone, oh economic obligations, how I attest thee.

I just saw Reagan on TV. It's a sign. I'm either supposed to commit seppuku, or embark on a great adventure. Eh, I'll figure it out in the morning.

THE STÖRMPAD

2007-08-23T10:18:00.000-04:00

In case you don´t know, and you're dead, and you are blinded by fowl... well, nothing. However, I have officially moved into the STÖRMPAD, my apartment in Geneseo. Two recent discoveries I made last night concerning my place: 1. you can utilize the microwave while sitting on the couch, and 2. I can open up the fridge and get a beer while playing on my computer. Combining my living room, kitchen, and office into one room was the best idea I've ever had.

REGARDLESS,

I would like you all to come and visit. Too bad for you though, because you can't.

See ya later!

No, but seriously, if you do want to come, you'll have to fill out this brief application...

STÖRMPAD APPLICATION FORM FOR VISITING STÖRMPAD

1. What is your name? (Please write in 4-dimensional script)
2. Butts?
3. Who is your favorite Buffalo Bills player?
4. What is your favorite quotation from Surf Ninjas?
5. What is the most important ingredient in a burrito (other than the tortilla)?
6. How many pairs of pants do you own, and if they could smell like any one thing, what would that smell be?
7. Who is cooler, Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan?
8. Who is cooler, table or Paris Lohan?
9. What is the name of your favorite imaginary sport?
10. Butts?
11. If you could be one giant internal organ, what would it be and why? Where would you live? Do you like breakfast? What do you do at night there? Do you hang out with Strom Thurmond?
12. Lastly, if you were a chewed piece of gum, where would you like to be stuck and why?

Applications can be submitted in comments sexshin (section)

But seriously, butts.

GOOGLE EARTH IS STEALING YOUR SOUL!

2007-08-21T21:42:00.001-04:00

So this afternoon at work I was calculating the distances between various places. To do so, I was using Google Maps. I uncovered a number of interesting facts. Did you know, for instance, that Google Maps will give you driving directions on other continents? It takes 2 days and 3 hours to drive from Perth to Brisbane, Australia, and now you know that. But the most interesting fact was yet to be uncovered! Having nothing better to do, I decided to look at some other places of interest to me, including the campus of our lovely alma mater, and try to figure out when the aerial shots were taken. There are three important clues that lead me to believe that the photos are from Spring 2005:

1. Putnam Hall is completed, so it can't be earlier than 2004-05.

2. The Integrated Science Facility (or the future Dragoncloud Memorial Temple of Learning as soon as I earn my first $2 million) is not yet completed, but that stupid fence-tunnel between Erwin and Milne still exists.

3. Letchworth Rd. has not yet been reconstructed.

4. At Genesee Hall, THE DRAGONCLOUD IS HAVING A PICNIC IN THE DAMN FRONT YARD.

Check it out for yo'self! Unfortunately you can't save images from Google maps, so go to the page:

http://maps.google.com/maps?tab=nl

Enter "42.800581, -77.822015" into "Search the Map", press "Hybrid" in the upper right of the picture, and zoom all the way in. Ah, memories.

2007-08-21T11:42:00.000-04:00

TAKE THAT, SYSTEM!

we have a new blog

2007-08-20T22:02:00.000-04:00

hey guys,

we have a new blog about living in binghamton. its at zachandbecca.blogspot.com. WE WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU READ IT.

misses and kisses
becca and zach

Carnal Destruction World Tour VII

2007-08-20T09:01:00.001-04:00

Hello everyone,

I am using this forum to propose a road trip in November or December. Anyone without any career plans at that point in time is welcome to come. I'll be getting back from Washington in late October and will probably have a desire to drive around mindlessly, potentially in other states. So we should focus that energy on seeing other parts of this wonderful nation of ours. The only feedback I have gotten on this idea so far has come from Joe, who feels "pretty sexy" about the trip. If current trends hold, it should be a 100% sexy adventure.

Comments? Concerns? Counter-proposals?

-Neil

P.S. say what you will about our ol' college days, at least we never got eaten by bears

BELGRADE, Serbia (Reuters) -- A 23-year old Serb was found dead and half-eaten in the bear cage of Belgrade Zoo at the weekend during the annual beer festival.
The man was found naked, with his clothes lying intact inside the cage. Two adult bears, Masha and Misha, had dragged the body to their feeding corner and reacted angrily when keepers tried to recover it.
"There's a good chance he was drunk or drugged. Only an idiot would jump into the bear cage," zoo director Vuk Bojovic told Reuters.
Local media reported that police found several mobile phones inside the cage, as well as bricks, stones and beer cans

Camp is done

2007-08-18T10:58:00.000-04:00

Well kids, unfortunately my term as Lord of the Camp is over. I packed up my shit and shot all of my counselors and sent the children into the woods covered in raw meat and honey. On my last night, I encountered something that I knew I should share with the Dragon Flame.

On Thursday, we had a dance for our campers and it was tropical themed. While it goes without saying that I had the best costume (Carmen Miranda- featuring fruit) I had a counselor who pulled me aside and told me she had to show me something. Apparently her camper really wanted to wear her "tropical shirt" and after the 9 year old had put it on, her counselor promptly made her take it off. I was shown this garment and without a doubt it is the best shirt I had ever seen.
On this shirt were cartoon-y crocodiles, in different colors, performing several different sexual posistions. I mean there were like 30 different sexual exhibits on a sleeveless t-shirt. And just incase you were wondering where a shirt like this might come from, it said "Florida" at the bottom. I took pictures, I need to post them somewhere. I need to own this shirt.

Discuss

Today's adventure.

2007-08-18T05:10:00.000-04:00

After work, around 4 o'clock, I went home to get my roof pads, so that we could put them on max's car, and go to westport, connecticut to a huge sailing school and go with max and doug to look at a laser he was buying. turns out theyre not available til the end of the season, but he put a down payment on a nice one, good hull, very cheap. road trip to and fro involved livin' on the edge by aerosmith, an awesome seafood place we found randomly, and blowing low-grade amphetamines. also practically running out of gas and getting ridiculously lost in westport; westport by the way almost puts dear great neck to shame; equally large houses but with a much smaller population density; and fewer jews. got back to west egg around 11, fell asleep shortly thereafter, woke up at 4, drank some champagne with sam who was mysteriously awake, watched some bsg, decided that from now on i'm going to give bootleg dvds for birthday presents (figured out a good one for mr. kreiger, a better one for mr. blanding), and typed any remaining memory onto the communal cognitive networking utility that we are all surely glad to share.

By the way, I've listened to this about thirty times in the last ninety-six hours.

Time for nap #2, tiddly-winks!

2007-08-08T11:24:00.000-04:00

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Flying Buttress!!!!

2007-08-07T11:11:00.000-04:00

So goes the chronicle of the great visitation trip 2k7. I will keep it brief.

Campout, driving, car crash in PA, Mauntauk, drinking, cornhole, drinking, finish Harry Potter, drinking, New york city, Joe is dumb, kwik-e-mart, Great Neck, sailing, informally hired, drinking, home.

Upon my return home, of course all my relatives start coming out of the woodworks. It was nice to see Michelle (sister-in-law w/1 in the oven) and older brother Jeff. But of course my car has to break down, so I was stuck and couldn't flee. I mostly sat around w/my head in a book to make it look like I was there.

Bad news though: the father has finally sold the one house at bristol, which means that he and the Bonnie will be living at the main Bristol residence by the end of August(the one Andrew broke the laundry room door). This means that I must A. find a Job and B. Move the fuck out of dodge. This is gonna be a clencher. Anybody need a roomate?

On a cheerier note, Reagan had a really good time and lots of good pictures will be posted by one Dave Honeywell in the future. As to the current whereabouts of Reagan, your all gonna shoot me, but I left him in the gentle caring hands of Mr. Feinsilver. (Bring the next star wars books too joe, i'm already halfway through the first). I am trusting him, upon pain of death, that he will take good care of him. It'll be good, cause Mr. Feinsilver will be visiting the Rochacha area soon and then we can all meet up, whoevers around. I think a night out to the bar where Kate works would be awesome, mostly cause Kate would be serving us beer, and who among you could deny a chance to hassle Kate at work. I hope they serve food there too, cause then we could tell her to make us a sandwich, a lifelong dream of mine.

I miss everyone like whoa, and want to see everybody again. I think I might just have to build a teleporter solely to make it easier to see everyone. I'll be in my mad scientist lab under the volcano if anyone needs me.

p.s.- Piece of ship, Calamari Cruiser, Feelin Nauti, Jiggie with it, little cheeto, George Jetsam, Cleat-is the slack jawed yokel, Keel-ing me softly, Stem chewer, Yaw'l come back now, knot funny.

Titles of New Boat

2007-08-03T19:03:00.000-04:00

So I've been putting a minimal amount of serious thought towards my own future. Many things are uncertain. However, one certainty is that I will be purchasing a J-24 within the next five years. But buying a boat isn't just something you up and do. It requires careful planning, delicate negotiations, and when you buy it, it requires hundreds of hours of intensive labor. The most important part of a sailboat, to me, is the twing. The second most important part is it's name. All of the mightiest ships to sail the seas for thousands of years have had great names. The Charles W. Morgan. The Allison Rose. The Salty Testicle. So... what should the name of my boat be? The usual categories come to mind; obscure science-fiction references (my first sailboat was named White Star... anyone?), literary allusions, and puns involving the word "Feinsilver." Fortunately, in this world of praxographical confusion, there exists one man to stab the sword of wit into the dark clouds of forgetfulness. Ahem.

(09:23:05) Jeph Wisniewski: Titty Boner Shark
(09:23:05) sketchapocalypse : now accepting name suggestions for my future boat
the following categories are acceptable:
-feinsilver puns
-obscure star wars/sci-fi references
-literary allusions
-dream babes
(09:23:18) Jeph Wisniewski: Maroon 5
(09:23:44) Jeph Wisniewski: Windalf the Grey
(09:24:17) Jeph Wisniewski: Pastry
(09:24:22) Jeph Wisniewski: Scallion
(09:24:26) Jeph Wisniewski: Wonder Loaf
(09:24:32) Jeph Wisniewski: Pot Roast
(09:25:16) Jeph Wisniewski: Pillow Pants
(09:25:41) Jeph Wisniewski: Shut Up
(09:25:55) Jeph Wisniewski: Oh No! This Water is Lava!
(09:26:15) Jeph Wisniewski: Burning Love Rod
(09:26:35) Jeph Wisniewski: USS I'm Gay
(09:26:55) Jeph Wisniewski: Burning Turd Furnace
(09:27:10) Jeph Wisniewski: Burning Rod Turd
(09:27:20) Jeph Wisniewski: Burning Rod Furnace
(09:27:38) Jeph Wisniewski: In the Cups
(09:27:46) Jeph Wisniewski: The Steppes
(09:27:58) Jeph Wisniewski: The Power of the Dragon Flame
(09:28:16) Jeph Wisniewski: What? You've Never Seen an Idiot Before?
(09:28:26) Jeph Wisniewski: Brett Favre
(09:28:39) Jeph Wisniewski: There's Penis in My Latka
(09:29:06) Jeph Wisniewski: Not Drunk, Just a Sailor
(09:29:20) Jeph Wisniewski: Moist Cabbage Underpants
(09:29:44) Jeph Wisniewski: Keel of Piety
(09:29:58) Jeph Wisniewski: Keel of Piety +2
(09:30:07) Jeph Wisniewski: Keel of Strength +4
(09:30:19) Jeph Wisniewski: Keel of Gay +69
(09:30:34) Jeph Wisniewski: Blow Me
(09:30:56) Jeph Wisniewski: Protogenesis
(09:31:40) Jeph Wisniewski: TillerKrönn, God of Direction
(09:32:41) Jeph Wisniewski: No Wonder This Isn´t Working... It´s My Penis!
(09:33:08) Jeph Wisniewski: USS No Pants
(09:33:08) sketchapocalypse : now accepting name suggestions for my future boat
the following categories are acceptable:
-feinsilver puns
-obscure star wars/sci-fi references
-literary allusions
-dream babes
(09:33:17) Jeph Wisniewski: i think your away message cut me off
(09:34:09) Jeph Wisniewski: Mastonderböatt, Pillar of Righteousness
(09:34:46) Jeph Wisniewski: Streamline
(09:34:54) Jeph Wisniewski: My Butt
(09:35:10) Jeph Wisniewski: Wind-Catching Butt Explosion
(09:35:37) Jeph Wisniewski: Turboat
(09:35:51) Jeph Wisniewski: Piece of Ship
(09:35:55) Jeph Wisniewski: Piece of ass
(09:36:25) Jeph Wisniewski: Shards of Strife
(09:36:43) Jeph Wisniewski: Dave Matthews Band
(09:37:05) Jeph Wisniewski: Sea Joe Sail
(09:37:19) Jeph Wisniewski: I Swallow
(09:38:05) Jeph Wisniewski: KoRn Unplugged
(09:38:08) Jeph Wisniewski: Butt Plug
(09:38:22) Jeph Wisniewski: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH'

Thanks be to Jeph, the Dragon God of Time, for providing so many options. Other punier ones are:

(23:57:19) rockmon1: the margret thatcher, beacause she's your dream-babe?
(23:27:59) back2mehih02020: flawed gold
(23:11:36) guessgrl102: once i saw a boat called funny cigarettes. i liked that.
(23:10:29) dloozer: dude...do you really need any other name? Galactica
(09:52:46) David 'Serge' Honeywell: the ss bartlett

post more! what a ridiculous spark of creativity!

Intrusions

2007-07-27T01:17:00.000-04:00

I keep having this problem. The problem is that I can never remember what the URL is for this blog. The first time I typed it out instead of following that link in the invite e-mail I assumed it was dragonblog.blogspot. Which did bring me to a blog, which, coincidentally, is also used as a forum for several old friends to keep in touch with each other and post updates on their lives. And so I started reading and very quickly realized that... "I just became a grandpa again!" Wait, what?! I don't think I'm in the right place. At all.

Either way, I have now solved this problem by bookmarking this page.

I just wanted to say that I love you all and that I had a fabulous time camping with you. Since I've returned from the trip I have:
- Considered selling my soul. Inquire via e-mail/aim/phone for further details.
- Sent out more things that may or may not lead me to keep my soul after all.
- Made lunch for my grandpa. I do this almost every day.
- I don't know. I'm tired. Good night.

XO
Inbal

Boating trip 2k7

2007-07-15T20:15:00.000-04:00

And it was decided that this day of days was chosen to be the wonderment that is "Boating on Cananadaigua lake". It was myself, my friend Justin, Kate, Kate's friend, and Evan. Andrew had a family situation he had to deal with. But it was awesome...weather was perfect, boat didn't shit the bed, and I got a wicked sunburn. And we had clams...mmm...

That is all. I'm debating whether to go see Harry Potter by myself or not. I may just stay at home.

P.S. I lost my new glasses in the lake. I am really pissed. I want to rent scuba gear to find them.

Drive thru attendant.

2007-07-13T16:33:00.000-04:00

Lately at work I have been on drive thru cashout, which means I'm the person who takes your money and gives you your food. Its not that bad, but every now and then we get a very silly customer. Here are some examples from this week:

-HUGE TRUCK MAN-- His truck was so large that he could not come to the window. Also, there was a really cute black mut dog in the front, and then he rolled the rear window down and there was a st. bernard. He ordered 2 sandwiches and a donut. I have a theory that the sandwiches were for the dogs. Clearly this man enjoys large things.

-every-language-but-english- Me: good morning welcome to dunkin donuts can i interest you in one of our new fresh brewed iced teas?
customer: parle vous francais?
me: no, i'm sorry I don't speak french.
customer: hablas espanol.
me: si, what can i get you.
(thought process: Please stop dicking around and order)

-Ballerinas: Woman in large suv comes through, does not know what she wants, and proceeds to pull forward to let 2 little girls order. We somehow got the order correct. then she pulled up to the window, and i think she was high or drunk. because her back windows were even w/ me, and the little girls were there...but they wouldn't take the food or give me the money. so i did what any self respecting dunkin donutter would do...hang out the window to reach the woman. Had anyone pushed me, I would have fallen out of the window.

This has been my last 3 days of working. its very silly and entertaining. Also, on tuesday they made me weed the flower beds because corporate was there and said we had too many weeds. ass.

CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL. last night I saw harry potter and i think he is growing up to look like Jeff. WEIRD!

xxoo safe travels.

2007-07-10T15:46:00.000-04:00

Joe Feinsilver had been leaning toward motherhood roles, and now she thinks she knows why: The Oscar-nominated actress confirmed Monday that she's pregnant.
It will be the first child for the 34-year-old Australian actress and her musician husband, Dave Galafassi.
"We're very happy. We are completely over the moon," she said.
Feinsilver was nominated for an Academy Award in the best supporting actress category for her role in 1999's supernatural thriller "The Sixth Sense," and her more recent roles include a mother in the dysfunctional family comedy "Little Miss Sunshine."
"It is strange the last three films I've done I have been pregnant," said Feinsilver, who is currently in Sydney with her side project, a rock'n'roll band that includes Galafassi on drums. "I'm just like, what is the universe trying to tell me?
"But I think everything happens when it's meant to," she said.
Feinsilver and her band, the Finish, were among the acts that appeared Saturday at the Sydney edition of Live Earth, the global concert series that aimed to raise awareness about global warming.

In other news, there are now twelve members of the Dragonblog! woooo!

greetings and salutations, redguard!

2007-07-04T23:46:00.000-04:00

Hello!
I'm writing this largely because my environment has taken a relatively unexpected turn for the nostalgic. I don't mean to say that my house and home is being reminded of it's past, that wouldn't make sense. What I mean to say is that my surroundings are coming to resemble certain surroundings I have lived in before. The subtle way pizza crust becomes brittle and dehydrated after several days of intermingling with the clean, open air. The sink that slowly but steadily fills itself with dirty dishes and even looking at it dissuades one from ameliorating the situation. The backyard table, covered in empty beer bottles, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts, surrounded by chairs that seem to drop like flies as the legs are broken or are thrown at people. What does this all mean? It doesn't seem to make sense. Most junkies and freaks come into violent conflict with their physical environments, but would that explain all these half-eaten oranges?
Where is this one going, you ask? Is he going to somehow equate his home, abandoned by vacationing parents, to the Meadows? Is the mess and the booze some sort of expression of longing for kinship? Some sort of metaphysical path that one must walk to soar with dragons? Has he been reading too much Thompson? Well the answer to all of these questions is an emphatic three.
OK shut up. This past weekend was awesome! It was so good to see brim-bram, mickey thomas, and dr. ah-gull! Rush was sweet, Saratoga was jumpin', and there's nothing quite like stealing food from a camp for challenged individuals. I believe it was Theodore Roosevelt who once said, whilst standing atop a pile of seagull skulls, that a man who is not a man, cannot ever be a man. Medical science may deflate the lesser points of his wise words, but the meaning is clear, and it resonates with a value so positively translucent that extra-terrestrials must surely be receiving it in some mental way and right now at this very moment are scratching their heads, or wherever they keep their kidneys, and staring off, perplexed, never to find the boggle set they lost under the couch!
HAPPY FREEDOM DAY!!!! oh fuck its the fifth.

We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!

2007-07-04T17:16:00.000-04:00

Spending this fourth of July in the nation's capital, I figured I ought to take a walk around and look at some things. The obvious place to go was the national mall, where all of the important monuments are located. Security was really tight, so it was more of a challenge than I had anticipated. There were also lots of people who looked like the people to the left - people who were extremely proud to be American.

Here I had arrived at the national mall. As you can see below, the Washington Monument is reflected very nicely in the "reflecting pool". It did not reflect my image nearly as nicely, because it's actually the dirtiest, most stagnant body of water I've ever had the displeasure of seeing. I guess it was nice enough, though.

Next I went to the Lincoln Memorial. I was spending some time admiring Abe and readin' some speeches, minding my own business, when a Southern couple walked past me. I overheard their conversation, which I wrote down using the only paper and utensil I had, a brown Smithsonian brochure and a highlighter.

Woman: "This man was like GW...he had a lot of problems during his administration."
Man: "Well, at least he didn't pull a Bill Clinton, did he?" [laughs]

It's true, I compare the Civil War to the war in Iraq all the time. Also, I don't see any reason why Abe would have needed to "pull a Bill Clinton"; I understand Mary Todd was quite the strumpet in her day.

Next, I walked further down along the reflecting pool, where I came across a lesser-known monument, dedicated in 1931 in memory of the residents of the District of Columbia who died in World War I. Like everything Herbert Hoover ever did, it has been forgotten or glossed over, or, in the case of this monument, kept out of the public view by a small forest.

This is the new World War II memorial, dedicated in 2004. It's located on the opposite side of the reflecting pool from the Lincoln Memorial. I was taking some pictures of it up close, minding my own business, when I was whistled at by a guy from the National Park service who asked me to leave, as "the monuments were closed", and then shooed me out of the national mall. How many of you were kicked out of a national park today?

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY! AMERICAAAAAAAA!!

Battle of the big, benevolent, bovine boners

2007-07-04T12:10:00.000-04:00

Hola,
Rush concert was awesome. Mostly because there was a beer garden where Joe, Brendan, and I danced to our pagan gods and Joe bummed a cig from some guy. One of the toilets started to flood uncontrollably as soon as we got there, another sign of our devil worship manifesting itself. The concert itself was filled with mullets, rotund balls of fat and cholestorol encased in black Rush t-shirts, and children who were asking "whats that odd smell coming through the crowd?" and "What kind of plant are they showing on the projector screen, mommy?"

We then found a one Mr. Bob Ogle. BOB OGLE!....BOB OGLE! We then coversed while drinking Long island ice teas, whiskey sours, and other assorted beverages. Realizing that we were too far away from anywhere to pass out, we went to visit bob's camp, stealing sandwiches and soda from the dining hall. With one last pagan dance, we committed our souls to the afterworld and drank the kool-aid.

So now for my teaching of the great journey to the south.

Tired from the great slaying of the Rush, our hero returned home only to realize his quest was only beginning. For that day, he must grapple with the giant iron bird and travel to the land of oranges and lost presidential campains costing America it's future. His supplies were low and his clothes were stinky. His ultimate quest was to do battle with the dreaded "School Principle" of two independent schools. This would be no easy task, since our hero still had a headache.

Our hero traveled to the great Bazaar know as Macy's to pick up some battle armour, the blue formal shirt of pain, the kaki pants of the whale, and the belt of whupass. Content, he traveled to the roost of the iron bird and read the Silmarillion while he waited for the bird to leave.

Once reaching the land of Chicago, birthplace of the bears with only 1 super bowl wins, the iron bird died, our hero feasted on it's entrails and waited for his next iron bird to West Palm beach, but had to wait inside the bird while she refueled. On her projector screens, she tormented me with "Wild hogs". The pain was unbearable.

Tired from only 6 hrs or sleep and forlorn from his journey, our hero then had to travel to the caves of "The Pine School" and "North Broward Prep School". Dawning his enchanted rainment, he battled long into the day. Our hero persisted on, utterly exhausted from his trials, and finally won the day, but his victory was not assured, for the Principles would be back soon, giving tiding of failure or salaries and benefits. Our hero rested by the pool and relaxed, knowing he didn't have to do diddly till friday.

-Barry, giver of altruism, and boners

2007-07-03T13:11:00.001-04:00

I'M HAPPY BECAUSE I HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO GET RID OF THE SMELLY POOPOO BROCCOLI FART 70 YEAR OLD SOILENT GREEN GANGRENOUS DOG TINKLE DRAGON CLOUD COUCHES!!!! ALSO MY POISON IVY HAS BEEN NEARLY DEFEATED! THANK YOU STEROIDS! HOWEVER, I DAMAGED MY MIDDLE FINGER AND NOW IT VERY LARGE, STIFF, SWOLLEN, BULBOUS, AND JOE FEINSILVER! I'M OFF TO SAN DIEGO BECAUSE THE NAVY GAVE MY BROTHER SOME DAYS OFF AND HE'S FLYING ME DOWN! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I AM PREGNORNT!

CONGRATULATIONS AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!

LOVE,
XJEFFX

I have just learned

2007-06-29T12:52:00.001-04:00

that Craigslist has a 'free' section. Apparently, people list stuff they don't want, and you contact them and set up a time to pick it up. Someone in DC has listed a ping-pong table. If only I had room.

Happenings

2007-06-28T12:58:00.000-04:00

As of 30 min. ago, I have 2 interviews down in florida: one at Pine School or one at North Broward Prep. Both are Prep schools and I'm angry cause I'm gonna have to take out all my piercings (no surprize there, jerks). Anyveys, I just reserved my tickets and Pine school is gonna pay for half...sweet. While I'm down there, I might as well go and apply to the Piper cub airplane making place too...and my the best paying job win.

So I now have to work for the father once again, but the best part is that tomorrow I will be driving to the Rush concert. WOOOOOOO.....I think. Joe and/or Brendan, please contact me about what the itinerary is. I just work here, buddy.

Ok, so I will be going to Stonybrook. If people need a place to put extra cars, or anything of that sort, Bristol is pretty close to Stonybrook (relatively). After Stonybrook, I will be camping w/Dave in Mauntauk, then possibly over to joe's (pending) or up to Maine to visit the cousin (pending). And then I'll be going down to Florida to teach and live (pending job).

So much for free time.

By the way....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE FEIN_GOLD_ENSTEIN_VERBERG. MAY YOUR CUP RUNNETH OVER AND YOUR CHILDREN NEVER KNOW WHO'S THEIR DADDY.

-End transmission

-Barry

oh, and by the way

2007-06-27T16:09:00.001-04:00

Everyone that currently belongs to this blog is an admin, so everyone should be able to make changes to the format/picture/text/title if you feel it necessary.

You see, it would be this mat that you would put on the floor...

2007-06-27T15:54:00.000-04:00

Hi everyone. I'm at work right now. For those of you not in the know, I started my new job at the World Bank in Washington, DC on Monday. It runs through October 24. The department that I work in is in charge of processing applications for the World Bank-International Monetary Fund annual meeting, held in late October. Banks send long lists of delegates to our office, and we clear them for admission, respond telling them that they've been admitted, and then when it comes time for the meeting, actually issue them badges allowing them to enter. Pretty straightforward, clerical stuff. Unfortunately, if no one sends any information to us that needs to be processed, our department doesn't really have anything to do. That's where we're at now. I have spent the past three days going over details of the trip to Stony Brook and graduate school stuff, alternately. It's been nice, because I'm making money to do the things I would normally have to do anyway, and I'm not exposed to dangerous, festering plants like Jeff is. My search for graduate schools has been kind of fruitful, I guess, but confusing at the same time. Because I don't have initial certification like most teaching candidates at this point in their careers, I have to apply for more non-traditional programs, it seems. Some schools, like Geneseo, don't even offer programs to people who aren't initially certified (bastards). Binghamton, Albany, and Brockport, the three schools I have spent the most time looking at, offer three completely different programs. Has anybody else spent time looking at graduate schools, or is anyone interested to moving to one of these three locales in late December-early January? c'mon, you know you want to!

P.S.

2007-06-27T10:48:00.000-04:00

Does anyone want to join a fantasy football league? Give me your e-mail address if you do!

AFLAME!

2007-06-27T10:29:00.000-04:00

So here's an update on 'ole Jeffy. I have had a wonderfully relaxed summer; all I do is play basketball all day long and drink some of my homemade beer by night (this batch called Brownstorm, Wasagastorm is on the way!). Things couldn't be better! THEN, the unimaginably unthinkable happened!!!! I was doing some outdoor chores for my parental units, including the act of weeding, when I was smitten by the eternal itch-blight of the vile Iviceron (this is my attempt to make my current suffering of poison ivy more exciting). My face quickly swelled to three times the size of a gluttonous walrus with 3.76 throbbing goiters and a tumultuous, trumpet fanny (what?). Luckily, my Doc put me on steroids! WOOO! Anyways, I have been wasting my last few days away doing nothing, for I am not allowed to perspire or be exposed to the sun in fear that my itch-blight might turn into the cancerous bubonic AIDS yeast infection titty boner shark plague. However, since the ingestion of steroids I am healing up nicely, AND MY BICEPS HAVE GROWN TO THE SIZE OF A MOUNTAIN OF BURNING, VEINY KITTENS FROM HELLLLLLLL (not really)!!!!!
On a different note, I have just landed an apartment in Geneseo for my upcoming year in grad school. I will be living in a nice little apartment on 65 Center Street. Starting in September, everyone is invited to visit and stay over! Wooooo hoooo! I'm very sorry I cannot take part in the super mega camping trip of awesomeness, but I had a camping trip already planned for that weekend waaay in advance. I AM MISSING YOU ALL SORELY (butts butts butts butts). HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON!

P.S. Hats off to for creating this blog, it is a wonderful idea I do believe!

MY LIFE

2007-06-20T14:23:00.001-04:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH NOTHING MATTERS ANYMORE I'M GONNA GO EAT A SANDWICH NOW

CREATION

2007-06-20T12:10:00.001-04:00

This blog has been created so that members of the Dragoncloud may share stories of their life. Please post as often as possible. I thought it appropriate that the first post on this site should be a 61-message drunken tirade from one, Joseph B. Feinsilver, in which he makes many profound and important points:

sketchapocalypse (2:31:47 AM): when am i to visit you in our nation's glorious capital?

Auto response from Broccolifrolic (2:31:47 AM): bed!

sketchapocalypse (2:31:49 AM): slash
sketchapocalypse (2:31:58 AM): how many museums can we hit in a weekend?
sketchapocalypse (2:32:01 AM): figure like
sketchapocalypse (2:32:05 AM): smithsonian, air & space
sketchapocalypse (2:32:11 AM): vietnam wall
sketchapocalypse (2:32:20 AM): jefferson, washington
sketchapocalypse (2:32:37 AM): i heard from a friend today that the bar hopping scene in DC sucks
sketchapocalypse (2:32:51 AM): this is from visiting a friend at american, and i dunno how close youll be
sketchapocalypse (2:32:52 AM): also
sketchapocalypse (2:33:05 AM): that public transportation in dc stops at like midnight
sketchapocalypse (2:33:09 AM): which is whack
sketchapocalypse (2:33:21 AM): how is one to get home at 4 in the morning completely trashed?
sketchapocalypse (2:33:34 AM): this is why the late great robert moses invented the subway and the highway
sketchapocalypse (2:34:09 AM): although it seems he was quite the bigot and racist
sketchapocalypse (2:34:11 AM): for example
sketchapocalypse (2:34:43 AM): all of the parkways that lead from long island and new york city to the beaches are constructed so that no city bus can get there
sketchapocalypse (2:34:47 AM): coincidence?
sketchapocalypse (2:34:52 AM): i don't know
sketchapocalypse (2:35:03 AM): but i'll be damned if the truth doesn't reveal itself
sketchapocalypse (2:35:12 AM): in the course of my investigation
sketchapocalypse (2:35:14 AM): also
sketchapocalypse (2:35:23 AM): what are you doing with your rush ticket?
sketchapocalypse (2:36:08 AM): since i have heard from semi-credible and semi-dubiuous sorcerers that you will have relocated your occumapation and domicile
sketchapocalypse (2:36:28 AM): these are the questions and demands i impose upon you!
sketchapocalypse (2:36:30 AM): in return,
sketchapocalypse (2:36:36 AM): 1 - yes, i am drunk.
sketchapocalypse (2:36:58 AM): 2 - i am prepared to negotiate a deal concerning a large area of newfoundland
sketchapocalypse (2:37:44 AM): 3 - livecareer.com sucks, just saying. it told me i like nature, thinking, and helping, and not persuading or organizing
sketchapocalypse (2:37:49 AM): waste of everyone's valuable tim
sketchapocalypse (2:37:51 AM): e
sketchapocalypse (2:37:53 AM): *time
sketchapocalypse (2:37:58 AM): tomorrow
sketchapocalypse (2:38:00 AM): i plan to
sketchapocalypse (2:38:02 AM): sleep late
sketchapocalypse (2:38:04 AM): drink coffee
sketchapocalypse (2:38:13 AM): though they have this new thingamajig at dunkin donuts
sketchapocalypse (2:38:21 AM): sobe energy coolatta
sketchapocalypse (2:38:25 AM): its pretty good
sketchapocalypse (2:38:56 AM): tastes like a slurpee, with a similar texture
sketchapocalypse (2:39:08 AM): and a similar propensity towards delivering brain freeze
sketchapocalypse (2:39:18 AM): its a little too xpensive, and also its green
sketchapocalypse (2:39:28 AM): but pretty good nonetheless
sketchapocalypse (2:39:47 AM): after i sleep late and abuse caffeine, i am going to sit and read in the sun
sketchapocalypse (2:39:54 AM): and then sail around on a small sloop
sketchapocalypse (2:40:04 AM): with a large box of beer and a friend or two
sketchapocalypse (2:40:29 AM): why just today i took out ms. molly
sketchapocalypse (2:40:32 AM): (good golly)
sketchapocalypse (2:40:40 AM): we had a lot of wind and were moving pretty fast
sketchapocalypse (2:41:01 AM): i just watched an episode of law n order
sketchapocalypse (2:41:16 AM): n which the great captain jack convinced a catholic priest to tesity
sketchapocalypse (2:41:18 AM): testify
sketchapocalypse (2:41:33 AM): even though it was sooooorta privileged information
sketchapocalypse (2:41:56 AM): and then mr. mccoy delivered a compelling argument about how religion is dumb and laws are groovy nd yada yada yada
sketchapocalypse (2:42:02 AM): i wasnt really paying a lot of attention
sketchapocalypse (2:42:29 AM): okay thats enough messages to leave you with
sketchapocalypse (2:42:49 AM): i trust you'll hire an independent firm to decipher these previous messages
sketchapocalypse (2:43:03 AM): each one is laden with hieroglyphics and metaphors and cheese
sketchapocalypse (2:43:40 AM): in the mean time
sketchapocalypse (2:43:52 AM): may the gods protect you
sketchapocalypse (2:43:59 AM): and may allah smile upon you always