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July 8th, 2008

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What is it about sitting in PIMS library that fills me with the urge to go directly to a pub and start drinking?

May 15th, 2007

I find this is well thought-out articulation of my views on international relations.

The Euston Manifesto

May 3rd, 2007

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They should have Leondard Cohen week on American Idol.

April 28th, 2007

"Go, Sports!"

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"Cut it out, or I'll fuck your girlfriend"!
Tonight I'm watching Ottawa versus New Jersey in the Stanley Cup playoffs and making enchanted spicy bean burritos in Kingdom of Loathing.

This is a very good hockey game, and I'm rooting for the Sens. My normal rule is to root for American teams over Canadian teams to annoy my wife, especially by chanting "U-S-A! U-S-A!" whenver, say the Detroit Red Wings are in the lead or even showing a bit of 'momentum'. However, I will never support the New Jersey Devils or any Dallas Team under any condition, so Ottawa it is. Enjoy the glory, martycus

Or as whats-his-face would say, "Go, sports!"

Classes are over, thank the frak G-d. Eight weeks to finish dissertation now. Eight weeks of FURY!

April 17th, 2007

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Would I block the door with my body to let my students escape?

April 15th, 2007

State of the Newman

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Ah, livejournal. You're like the dorky friend I've abandoned as soon as I fell in with a more popular crowd. But I still care for you, and when my new friends, realize what a big nerd I am, I'll come ingratiating myself into your favor again.

My, friends, I wish to report that the State of the Newman is strong. I told you several months ago that my thesis was almost done. This is even more the case at present then it was then, and shall be even true some months hence, I say with no shadow of doubt. Our children is learning, and spring are coming.

March 1st, 2007

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Team Newman endorses Sandra Boynton's Hippos Go Berserk, as well as her other works.

I'm also a fan of Richard Scarry.

"I am a bunny!"

February 16th, 2007

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You should've seen the one that got Away. Get it? Got AWAY?!

Perhaps this is more to your tastes.
http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/video/index.php?cat=features&vid=35344

February 5th, 2007

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Once, there was a simple fisherman who lived by the sea with his equally simple wife. For a long time, they very much hoped for children, and so they were overjoyed when they were finally blessed with twin boys.

Being simple people, and in such great joy, they found it impossible to come up with names for their sons, so they thought they would wait and see what seemed appropriate to their natures.

Now when the fisherman's wife would go to wash their clothes in the surf, one son would always face out towards the ocean, and the other would always look away from it. And so they decided to name the one son Towards, and the other one Away.

Many years passed until Towards and Away came of age, and the fisherman announced to his wife that he would have to teach his trade to his sons, and so they would be departing for a month at on his small boat. She was sad, but had known this day would come. And off they sailed on a clear day.

A month passed, and the fisherman's wife spent all day at the shore, her eyes eagerly scanning the horizon. But alas, they did not appear that day. Nor the next week, nor for the next month, though she stood on the beach expectantly each passing day, growing more and more anxious.

After three months, she realized they must have been lost, and began a period of mourning. She grieved greatly for a long time, until one day, when she was washing her clothers on the beach as she once had done with her dearly missed sons standing by, looking in different directions, she saw a broken, emaciated figure swimming his way toward the breakers. As he staggered up onto the beach, collapsing to his knees, she recognized his sunburnt face that of her husband's.

Overjoyed, she threw her arms around him and wept with relief. "But what," she choked through her tears, "what of my boys?"

"Well," said the fisherman, coughing up seawater, "we'd been out four weeks with no luck, so I decided to stay out another week to see if we couldn't make a catch. Finally, one day, Towards got a bite, and by the bend in his rod, it was a big one. He fought and fought many hours, letting out line, bringing it in, his hands bloody and chafed, until he finally almost had it reeled in, when up out of the water it jumped, an enormous horrible monstrous fish with great sharp teeth and bit him in half!"

"Oh no, oh my dear son, how terrible!" exclaimed the fisherman's wife.

"Oh that's nothing," said the fisherman. "You should have seen the one that got Away!"
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