11/11/04, 11:11 p.m. --
Happy 11/11.
It has been a pretty crazy week, so I thought I might take this chance to update my page
since I have ceased to be able to focus on my impossible aquatic modeling homework. On
Tuesday I had the chance to go to the Timberwolves/Pacers game with Roni, the only time this year
the two teams will play at the Target Center, and thus most likely the only chance I'd have
to see JT play this year. The game itself was about as exciting as
an NBA game could possibly be: came down to a last-second shot that missed and the Pacers won
by one point. The TC is a fun
place to see a game, but it's no James H. Hilton Coliseum.
Perhaps more exciting than the first three quarters of the game was the small adventure I endured while finding place to park. I received my first cussing-out by a local driver when I cut across his lane to make a left turn. I had my signal on and left him plenty of space (for the record) but he still felt the need to lay on his horn and roll down his window to inform me that "This ain't f*cking Iowa, you dumbf*ck!" (of course referring to the fact that I had Iowa plates on the Avenger). Nice people, downtown. Me and Roni also actually saw one beggar ask another for money -- quite odd, we both did a double-take. Crazy place, the big city.
Other than that, I have been watching lots of movies this week and in general wasting a lot of time. Only two more weeks until Thanksgiving, though! Can't wait. A final piece of awesomeness can be found here. It's a listing of all the movements found in the LOTR Symphony that will be played by the DM Symphony in May (and directed by none other than the score composer and my hero, Howard Shore). It looks like none of my favorite songs have been left out -- hooray!
Perhaps more exciting than the first three quarters of the game was the small adventure I endured while finding place to park. I received my first cussing-out by a local driver when I cut across his lane to make a left turn. I had my signal on and left him plenty of space (for the record) but he still felt the need to lay on his horn and roll down his window to inform me that "This ain't f*cking Iowa, you dumbf*ck!" (of course referring to the fact that I had Iowa plates on the Avenger). Nice people, downtown. Me and Roni also actually saw one beggar ask another for money -- quite odd, we both did a double-take. Crazy place, the big city.
Other than that, I have been watching lots of movies this week and in general wasting a lot of time. Only two more weeks until Thanksgiving, though! Can't wait. A final piece of awesomeness can be found here. It's a listing of all the movements found in the LOTR Symphony that will be played by the DM Symphony in May (and directed by none other than the score composer and my hero, Howard Shore). It looks like none of my favorite songs have been left out -- hooray!
11/4/04, 8:57 p.m. --
COUNTDOWN TO FREEDOM.
I realize I am hardly the first person to do this since Tuesday's disaster, but my page
now features a counter for the days until January 20, 2009, when we will swear in
a president who is NOT named George W. Bush, and his reign of ignorance will come
to an end =|
11/3/04, 2:05 p.m. --
FAILURE =(
We the people have spoken, and we have chosen George W. Bush -- and in so doing have subjected ourselves
(and the world) to another four years of "enlightened" tyranny. And while we had a tremendous opportunity to prove
otherwise, we instead affirmed to the world that yes, we approve of this man as our leader and the
embodiment of the American ideals, and that yes, we are a narrow-minded and ignorant people. This is
a truly sad turn of events, if for no other reason than a critical opportunity to begin righting the
wrongs of the past four years was squandered away. My only consolation comes from the fact that
there is no possible way, at least at the moment, that Bush can win in 2008. Until then, may this
country rot. =|
Please let me know if you would care join me in moving to Canada. All bitterness aside, though, in two weeks I will have reverted to my previously-apathetic self, and will no longer care who's president.
Please let me know if you would care join me in moving to Canada. All bitterness aside, though, in two weeks I will have reverted to my previously-apathetic self, and will no longer care who's president.