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This'll be a short one. I think.
I'm getting sick of political ads. Since Ohio is a battleground, they are everywhere and they are constant. The ads put on by the national parties are the worst. I mean, living with Indiana's conservatism is terrible, but not putting up with all of the condescending negative ads is not as bad. I've seen ads the past week that has pitted candidates as friends of such horrible people as child molesters, terrorists, rapists, child abusers, corporate lobbyists, tobacco executives, and even (perhaps worst of all) George W. Bush.
I'm also tired of this being pledge week on the two public radio stations I listen to on the way to work. The NPR affiliate, WKSU-FM, is begging for money constantly. The other station, the one from Akron Public Schools WAPS-FM (which is actually an excellent station) is also begging this week. It's annoying. I found two very good stations that I listen to that don't bombard me with ads (the average contemporary radio station now fills an hour with 27.5 minutes of advertisement!), and they both have pledge drives this week. Barf.
Speaking of barf, Clyde's been gorging himself again and puking immediately after eating, then bitching about being hungry. Therefore, he has been severely rationed, and for this he has been taking out his anger on us by caterwalling at night. He is a bitch and sometimes, I hate him.
The Akron Penguins are now 2-0. They defeated Baltimore in a stirring debut game, and beat the shit out of Jacksonville in their home opener in the new Andrew Shears Rubber Bowl, situated in downtown Akron. I have no life at midnight once Amy goes to sleep. I wish her job started two hours later in the morning so I'd get an hour or so more with her at night.
I accidentally went to work today when I didn't need to. I had forgotten that my only class today had been cancelled in advance, so I went unneccessarily. I did get some work done, and I think I'm getting my dissertation topic substantially narrowed. I also made amazing progress on my Tornadoes paper, which (I think) is one session away from sending it back to Rob for his comments.
It's going to be an interesting week monetarily. We're broke as a fucking joke. We've got enough food to survive, but we're getting to slim pickens. What am I going to do without my staple Boca Burgers as grilled on a George Foreman? It's like Burger King shit right there, as meat-like as you can get. I'm assuming this week will be heavy in pasta and peanut butter toast. Both good things, but every meal is excessive.
Ooh, ooh! That reminds me. On last Saturday between the football and hockey games, Amy and I hit Main Street Coneys in Kent and had Not Dogs covered in Veggie Chili. It was the most orgasmic near-meat eating experience since turning vegetarian. I had been craving some meat the past week. That meal, being (almost) vegan (the buns probably weren't) gave me hope again about the new lifestyle. Four weeks of vegetarianism as of tomorrow. Only one time did I eat meat after that declaration, about four days in when I was using up some chicken.
Did I mention that I'm far more, ahem, regular as a vegetarian? I'm seriously going to have to check out more recreational library books for this reason. I think that meat just fucks people up inside! Not to mention the 26 pounds now that I've done away with. I think we know where that weight is going: around the bowl and down the hole. Good riddance.
Speaking of flushing things, our aquarium is almost empty. We're down to five fish: two gouramis, two impossible-to-kill fish whose name I can't remember, and an algae eater. That's in a 55 gallon tank. We need to start over and bring in some, ahem, fresh fish, but that's cost prohibitive. The fish in the tank are all nearly three years old now. They've survived moving twice (once more than 300 miles and an eight hour trip) and the Great Muncie Ice Storm of 2005. They should be immortalized when they do finally croak and hung up in the form of tiny tiny taxidermy. The largest fish is maybe three inches long.
This cold I recently had fucked up my tastebuds. The ones near the tip of my tongue have seemingly all been deactivated. That makes it so I apparently can't taste much in terms of sweets. I hate it.
I'm considering going to sell plasma tomorrow morning. We're going to need the December rent that our financial aid didn't cover, and we've got jack shit.
Selling body parts for cash is not below me.
I'm also tired of this being pledge week on the two public radio stations I listen to on the way to work. The NPR affiliate, WKSU-FM, is begging for money constantly. The other station, the one from Akron Public Schools WAPS-FM (which is actually an excellent station) is also begging this week. It's annoying. I found two very good stations that I listen to that don't bombard me with ads (the average contemporary radio station now fills an hour with 27.5 minutes of advertisement!), and they both have pledge drives this week. Barf.
Speaking of barf, Clyde's been gorging himself again and puking immediately after eating, then bitching about being hungry. Therefore, he has been severely rationed, and for this he has been taking out his anger on us by caterwalling at night. He is a bitch and sometimes, I hate him.
The Akron Penguins are now 2-0. They defeated Baltimore in a stirring debut game, and beat the shit out of Jacksonville in their home opener in the new Andrew Shears Rubber Bowl, situated in downtown Akron. I have no life at midnight once Amy goes to sleep. I wish her job started two hours later in the morning so I'd get an hour or so more with her at night.
I accidentally went to work today when I didn't need to. I had forgotten that my only class today had been cancelled in advance, so I went unneccessarily. I did get some work done, and I think I'm getting my dissertation topic substantially narrowed. I also made amazing progress on my Tornadoes paper, which (I think) is one session away from sending it back to Rob for his comments.
It's going to be an interesting week monetarily. We're broke as a fucking joke. We've got enough food to survive, but we're getting to slim pickens. What am I going to do without my staple Boca Burgers as grilled on a George Foreman? It's like Burger King shit right there, as meat-like as you can get. I'm assuming this week will be heavy in pasta and peanut butter toast. Both good things, but every meal is excessive.
Ooh, ooh! That reminds me. On last Saturday between the football and hockey games, Amy and I hit Main Street Coneys in Kent and had Not Dogs covered in Veggie Chili. It was the most orgasmic near-meat eating experience since turning vegetarian. I had been craving some meat the past week. That meal, being (almost) vegan (the buns probably weren't) gave me hope again about the new lifestyle. Four weeks of vegetarianism as of tomorrow. Only one time did I eat meat after that declaration, about four days in when I was using up some chicken.
Did I mention that I'm far more, ahem, regular as a vegetarian? I'm seriously going to have to check out more recreational library books for this reason. I think that meat just fucks people up inside! Not to mention the 26 pounds now that I've done away with. I think we know where that weight is going: around the bowl and down the hole. Good riddance.
Speaking of flushing things, our aquarium is almost empty. We're down to five fish: two gouramis, two impossible-to-kill fish whose name I can't remember, and an algae eater. That's in a 55 gallon tank. We need to start over and bring in some, ahem, fresh fish, but that's cost prohibitive. The fish in the tank are all nearly three years old now. They've survived moving twice (once more than 300 miles and an eight hour trip) and the Great Muncie Ice Storm of 2005. They should be immortalized when they do finally croak and hung up in the form of tiny tiny taxidermy. The largest fish is maybe three inches long.
This cold I recently had fucked up my tastebuds. The ones near the tip of my tongue have seemingly all been deactivated. That makes it so I apparently can't taste much in terms of sweets. I hate it.
I'm considering going to sell plasma tomorrow morning. We're going to need the December rent that our financial aid didn't cover, and we've got jack shit.
Selling body parts for cash is not below me.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on October 18, 2006 01:20 AM | Permalink
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