It Began, As Always, With the Desire for Power

Friday night again, seems like I've run out of stuff to say already. Or I'm more lethargic than I thought. In either case, it's still Friday night and I'm tapped out and blogging. Kind of really lame.

Tonight is about a bunch of random thoughts, most that pertain of course to me.

I've decided that I need a camera phone. I've been using the stupid $20 cell I got free when I signed up for this plan a year and half ago, but I'm too cheap to buy one, so I'm stuck with a phone that does exactly what a phone should, make calls, that's all. Transgression is the key to procrastination... I need a camera phone because I've come across several moments where I wish I had one.

Perfect Camera Moment 1: Under a "MOTORCYCLES ONLY" sign in the parking lot on campus was a small bright blue moped. It was tiny, it made me laugh.

PCM 2: A Brinks truck being towed away. Its an irony thing, I'm still working on that.

PCM 3: This is my favorite. We have the only nationally funded deaf school at RIT, and that means a lot of deaf kids, and of course interpreters for them. The most famous of our interpreters is Santa. Yes, kids, Santa works at RIT in the off years, complete with plump jolly figure and fluffy white beard. I saw Santa walking around not to long ago with his favorite carbonated beverage in hand, Pepsi.

My first blog, chronicling my life while working in Newburg, NY was pretty much a bitchfest on all the drivers I had to put up with while driving to and from the site I was working at that day. And while I had promised myself not to do that again, as it was a complete failure, although I know a few laughed (Guddy...). I have to break that promise today. I've noticed that New York drivers are the worst I've ever encountered, and I've driven up and down the East coast, and in Texas. New Yorkers don't just think they own the road, the believe the road was put their especially for them, and we are all the hallucinogenic byproduct of whatever non-FDA-Approved antidepressant they must be on to continue living in this shithole of a state. Also, I believe they never passed any math course, because they obviously don't know what the giant black numbers say, or how to match them to the numbers on their speedometers.

I've been rock climbing at Rock Ventures (on University Ave, go there) for the past 3 weeks and I have this to say about it. My forearms are killing me. It's going to be a fun shift tomorrow.

My new video card came in the other day and I've been playing Fallout 3 and Oblivion on it. They are beautiful! I'm becoming readdicted to video games.

Obama won. Not too surprised about that, I would have voted, but being from Massachusetts, there was little point. Oh, and I don't give two flaming flying rats asses about all of it, and the amount of effort it would have taken to get a absentee ballot would have detracted from my proactive procrastination.

Song of the Week: Corruption in America - Gonculator, check out their MySpace, Facebook friend them. Great guys, great beats.

I need to pick up the bass again, it's been too long.



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