Current Musical Choice: Rush, Fifth Order of Angels Tour, 1974

So, uh, yeah...Ben had fucking 69 endnotes on a 15 page paper??? What in the fuck was he thinking? It's okay--even God has to be envious of something. So, here I am, trying desperately to reconcile Confucian and Taoist ideals on the Superior Man, but it ain't happenin'. Also, I think that the MATH test on Monday is going to own my face. Own it something fierce.

I wish I had the chance to write about a man and his son hunting in the middle of a forest in Middle Texas. Then the father is accidentally shot by someone (or caught in a beartrap, or something equally stupid) and the son is forced to help this man who has abused him so horribly in the past. That would be great. Somehow I don't think I'm going to get to it this week.

Other ideas: Sci-fi story about a soldier sent in to "pacify" Palestinian militants. Not sure how the middle goes, but the end is so good and ironic you kinda want to piss yourself: his moblie armor suit is rigged with explosives and he is blown up in the midst of a terrorist compound, by his commanding officer! Yeah!

That's all I got. Later.

You guys don't post enough...P-O-S-T=POST, BITCHES!

Elliot, I don't know what in the hell you're talking about, but if I did I still wouldn't care, I'm sure.

Notes from the Underground(s) is officially back in business, with a swanky new coat of paint, to boot! Come check it out if you like orgasming on yourself (e.g., Elliot).

Fuck!!! I'm so busy!

How'd the ORGO test go, Jesse?

RANDOM POST:

Elliot just said--and I quote--"Hopefully I'll be producing babies...we'll see."

Yes, we will.

That party was off the chain/hizzy!

A bit of inspiration on an otherwise uninspiring day:

A crimson streak
Of sunlight
On murky black puddles
Wakes me in the
Earthy afternoon

Later!