...and All was Right with the World

I finally freed myself from the chains of oppression caused by a once broken and now soon to be demolished computer. After excavating the hard drive and copying some files from one hard drive to another, my world is finally at peace. My failed attempts at writing are back for me to rediscover, and possibly more importantly, I have reacquired some mp3s that I hadn't listened to in too long. So I can now be at peace with the world, although I am still a little frustrated with computers.

Speaking of which, for my next computer I definitely need to build my own. Not being able to conveniently upgrade what I have without buying a whole new system is frankly annoying. Peace out.

What's Going On?

My brief absence from the blogging world will go on no longer. Although I do not know if there is much I want to talk about, I will post any way and win the day once again. My staggering procrastination has reach new heights. I do not know what to do or how to stop. The hard thing about procrastination is that in order to stop procrastinating, I must start working. Starting in order to stop? I don't know if I feel comfortable with what that implies.

Anyway, I ate too much turkey yesterday. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I feel like lying in bed for the rest of my life only waking to pee, poop, and surf the endless desert of the web, only stopping this pattern to watch PTI on ESPN. I wish I could scream without making a scene.

Viva la Resistance!

If you need a quick laugh please partake in this simple three step process:

1. Go to google.com

2. Search for french military victories.

3. Look at first link given.

4. Laugh.

Have fun.

Useless Edits

Well I have just finished spending way to much time making my little blog look about a million times worse than the generic setup already was. Maybe some day I will figure out how to add a background that will look cool to this crazy page.

But back to reality. No news is good news as they say. Don't cry when you discover that I have become the person you though I once was, or something.

Greatest Rock Albums of all Time

Rolling Stone magazine decided to print what they consider to be the top 500 albums of all time. Since it is inconceivable that anyone could really have the audacity to make such a listing, I will now commence in criticizing them appropriately. First, rankings are simply a way to make people like me argue and spit on Rolling Stone magazine. Second, deciding that magically album 451 is somehow better than album 452 takes a lot of balls. Third, they once again made a crummy list. (Don't get me started on their one hundred greatest guitar players list. I'll just say that they got 1 and 2 right, and the rest was a bunch of crap.)

So in rebuttal I will commence in making my own list of top ten albums in rock history. Ten is an easier number.

1. Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon

2. Beach Boys, Pet Sounds

3.

Aww forget it! This list sucks. Lord knows I haven't listened to enough albums to make a list like this, and I listen to a lot of music. There is inevitably some album that someone's mother's cousin made that was pure genius that I have never heard. So since I haven't listened to them all I will not make the list.

I will however note that on any list I read people consistently give little to no love to my friends Pink Floyd and their masterpiece Dark Side of the Moon. It is a complete musical statement (whatever that means) and just a masterpiece of modern musical production and performance. Enough said. Anywho no one really cares about my opinions anyway. So see ya on the other side.

Michael, any surprises?

The world seems to be treating me well these months. Although things could be better, they certainly could be much worse. I do not have the money and freedoms afforded to the Rich Girls, but how many people really do? I certainly do not have to worry about the kinds of things that our dear friend Michael Jackson has on his plate today. A few obvious observations about Michael Jackson's situation:

1. I know that he seems to love the company of children, but there are many better and less incriminating ways to spend time with them and help them and do good for them then having them over for one on one sleep-overs.

2. What parent thinks it is O.K. for their child to spend the night with a man in his home alone? Michael is not related to any of these children. I guess money can influence some people make some strange decisions.

3. The accusations they are making against Michael are quite gross. Either the child is lying, or Michael has done a few bad, bad things.

4. I think that Kobe paid the child off to make the accusation now so that it would take some of the heat off his trial. (I mean seriously, why not. Everyone thought the Heidi Fleiss trial was going to be the trial of the century because of all the celebrities that it might incriminate until the O.J. Simpson trial started. Kobe's legal team has obviously done its homework.)

5. And seriously if Michael Jackson ends up in prison (as a child molester no less) does anyone really think that he will make it through the first night before some curious prisoner decides to find out if a) Michael really is a man and b) how much silicone is in his face.

Michael all I have to say is good luck. I certainly hope that money does not get in the way of justice being served.

Hello World!

Well it's late, and I am heading to bed, so I will see any and all of you tomorrow.

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