Awesome news Eric. I had no idea Faulkner was working anymore. Glad he got past his alcohol demons.
Some ASL sounds pretty good. I get the chit desire every once in a while. Actually, I'm in a wargaming mood in general. I still want to play Warmachine SOMEDAY... and I was at Games of Berkeley looking through the Warhammer Ancient Battles stuff. What scale does that run in? Yayfun Warmaster scale, or poopy poo WFB scale? A 10mm wargame sounds neat, mostly since they tend to be cheap to get into. Any recommendations? (Pre-modern era is best, for me.)
Oh, there is a strong chance I will be home for about a week in mid-July with a fair amount of free time. Maybe we can fire up ASL then. Are you going to be around?
Monday, June 20, 2005
ASL Hell
This game is dominating all my thought processes right now. I am obsessed with WWII and ASL, in a bad way! So bad infact, I got Denis "If God intended chits to be played with, he would have made them miniatures" Takara to play a game from the starter kit with me, and he didn't hate it! Well, he said that he was not physically ill from playing it, which is a more promising start than most have shooting heroin, so I got that going for me! Which is nice.
Admittedly, there are A LOT of rules for this game when I evenually start playing the full game, but as it stands, it isn't THAT bad. Really.
Aaron: Can you send my PHP books back to me if you are not going to be using them? Or bring them to town sometime soonish?
Everyone: The new As I Lay Dying is AMAZAMAZING! SHAZAAM! Go get it!
This game is dominating all my thought processes right now. I am obsessed with WWII and ASL, in a bad way! So bad infact, I got Denis "If God intended chits to be played with, he would have made them miniatures" Takara to play a game from the starter kit with me, and he didn't hate it! Well, he said that he was not physically ill from playing it, which is a more promising start than most have shooting heroin, so I got that going for me! Which is nice.
Admittedly, there are A LOT of rules for this game when I evenually start playing the full game, but as it stands, it isn't THAT bad. Really.
Aaron: Can you send my PHP books back to me if you are not going to be using them? Or bring them to town sometime soonish?
Everyone: The new As I Lay Dying is AMAZAMAZING! SHAZAAM! Go get it!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
A grab bag of goodness
I just got back from being in LA for like 26 hours, for Father's Day. It was lots of fun. Had a carnitas burrito, had an ice blended from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, went to the beach and got a touristy sunburn. Ah, the breasts. I popped like 35 boners. Good times.
I also got some awesome shit that I somehow lef' behind: Mertwig's Maze, The Great Khan Game, Watchmen, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, couple of books, Wizard Kings (super excited about this! why?), Starship Catan, WFRP 1st edition. It's like Christmas in whatever month it is!
I just got back from being in LA for like 26 hours, for Father's Day. It was lots of fun. Had a carnitas burrito, had an ice blended from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, went to the beach and got a touristy sunburn. Ah, the breasts. I popped like 35 boners. Good times.
I also got some awesome shit that I somehow lef' behind: Mertwig's Maze, The Great Khan Game, Watchmen, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, couple of books, Wizard Kings (super excited about this! why?), Starship Catan, WFRP 1st edition. It's like Christmas in whatever month it is!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Ball Suckin' Week or Bitchfest '05
Where do I begin? I swear I don't teach in the hood.
Yesterday during fourth period, a group of boys were laughing in the corner. When I asked them what was so funny, as boys do, they quickly gained their composure and swiftly game me an unconvincing, "Nuthin'." This happened again, and again, "Nuthin'." I looked down and up again toward them quickly to try to catch them, and I got a laser pointer in my eye from one of the kids. I was not injured, more annoyed.
I walked over to the boy who shined it in my eye and demanded the laser pointer. Suddenly, nobody knew anything about a laser pointer, and I was crazy. Each boy in the offending party all looked at each other and had no idea what I was talking about. So I said, "That's fine. I'll get the principal and VP involved." I walked over to the door, which was propped open and slammed the fucking thing shut so hard that it shook the whole building. As I turned around, one boy said, "Mr. Walsh, the laser pointer is on your podeum." I grabbed it and another boy said, "What are you going to do with it?" I said, "Probably break it." He said, "You can't destroy my property." I said, "Okay, so the laser pointer is yours then." Silence. "Mr. Walsh, do you curse?" I responded, "Sometimes." The boy asked, "What kind of car do you drive?" "Why?" I asked. "Would you curse if something happend to your car?" I responded, "Now you are threatening me. I'd quit while I was ahead if I were you."
I brought the laser pointer to the principal's office at break, really not thinking it would be a big deal. Apparently I was wrong. The VP said that it was assault when he flashed it in my eye, and that I need to sign a statement, so I did. Flashforward to sixth period when another teacher came into my room and said he was covering for me and that I needed to go to the office. When I get there, the fuckin' cops are there asking me if I want to press charges, did I ever feel as though I was threatened or that there was a gun pointed at me, how far do I want to take this, etc. Not really being interested in ruining lives, I denied the charges and told the VP to handle it. To make a long story short, one boy is suspended until the last day of school and another is suspended until next Tuesday (the longest our district can suspend a student is 5 days and the shiner got 5 days).
On top of all of this, I have heard nothing from any job that I applied and interviewed for. The one I really want, my dream job, hasn't called me back either. Needless to say, I am stressed. I will be in a bad place if I do not get a job offer from any of the avenues I persued, and I am not kidding. I think staying at school until 9:00 three nights in a row hasn't quite helped either, but there are so many fucking papers to grade before Monday... Fuck it. I need a beer.
Where do I begin? I swear I don't teach in the hood.
Yesterday during fourth period, a group of boys were laughing in the corner. When I asked them what was so funny, as boys do, they quickly gained their composure and swiftly game me an unconvincing, "Nuthin'." This happened again, and again, "Nuthin'." I looked down and up again toward them quickly to try to catch them, and I got a laser pointer in my eye from one of the kids. I was not injured, more annoyed.
I walked over to the boy who shined it in my eye and demanded the laser pointer. Suddenly, nobody knew anything about a laser pointer, and I was crazy. Each boy in the offending party all looked at each other and had no idea what I was talking about. So I said, "That's fine. I'll get the principal and VP involved." I walked over to the door, which was propped open and slammed the fucking thing shut so hard that it shook the whole building. As I turned around, one boy said, "Mr. Walsh, the laser pointer is on your podeum." I grabbed it and another boy said, "What are you going to do with it?" I said, "Probably break it." He said, "You can't destroy my property." I said, "Okay, so the laser pointer is yours then." Silence. "Mr. Walsh, do you curse?" I responded, "Sometimes." The boy asked, "What kind of car do you drive?" "Why?" I asked. "Would you curse if something happend to your car?" I responded, "Now you are threatening me. I'd quit while I was ahead if I were you."
I brought the laser pointer to the principal's office at break, really not thinking it would be a big deal. Apparently I was wrong. The VP said that it was assault when he flashed it in my eye, and that I need to sign a statement, so I did. Flashforward to sixth period when another teacher came into my room and said he was covering for me and that I needed to go to the office. When I get there, the fuckin' cops are there asking me if I want to press charges, did I ever feel as though I was threatened or that there was a gun pointed at me, how far do I want to take this, etc. Not really being interested in ruining lives, I denied the charges and told the VP to handle it. To make a long story short, one boy is suspended until the last day of school and another is suspended until next Tuesday (the longest our district can suspend a student is 5 days and the shiner got 5 days).
On top of all of this, I have heard nothing from any job that I applied and interviewed for. The one I really want, my dream job, hasn't called me back either. Needless to say, I am stressed. I will be in a bad place if I do not get a job offer from any of the avenues I persued, and I am not kidding. I think staying at school until 9:00 three nights in a row hasn't quite helped either, but there are so many fucking papers to grade before Monday... Fuck it. I need a beer.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
A Fucking Grab Bag of Shit?!?
Cocksucker. I have heard this word more times in the past few days than in all my previous days combined. For you see, I have witnessed the first season of Deadwood, and my, oh my, how the vulgarities doth fly in that crazy, kooky, Deadwood. Without even looking, I'm sure there is a cocksucker count somewhere on the internet and it has to be high. Cocksucking high, you motherfucking fuck-cunts. See, I feel dirty saying it, and yet it rolls off the cocksucking tongue like so many fucking fucker fucks after watching the first season. Am I a worse person for it? Probably the fuck not, because at times the show becomes nearly unwatchable due to the fucking cocksuckers, so I am actually more aware of how swearing can fucking effect language and how cocksucking annoying it can be when used with too much goddamn fucking regularity.
Good show though.
Season II of Chappelle's Show is hilarious! The True Hollywood Story with Rick James and Prince were so funny. So funny.
Oh yeah, I'm reading Advanced Squad Leader. And I want to play it. So, take that, bitches. And for Ryan's enjoyment, ASL is the single most verbose and difficult to learn wargame system out there, and it was actually dead when Avalon Hill was bought by Hasbro, until it was licensed out to Multi-Man Publishing to reprint it. MMP is headed by none other than All-Star pitcher, Curt Schilling! Apparently his is a HUGE fan and supporter of the game!
SIDENOTE to Jon: Man, pretending that the England English slang word for "head" would be "Dan" makes me laugh out loud to this day. "Oy! He kicked me in me dan!"
Cocksucker. I have heard this word more times in the past few days than in all my previous days combined. For you see, I have witnessed the first season of Deadwood, and my, oh my, how the vulgarities doth fly in that crazy, kooky, Deadwood. Without even looking, I'm sure there is a cocksucker count somewhere on the internet and it has to be high. Cocksucking high, you motherfucking fuck-cunts. See, I feel dirty saying it, and yet it rolls off the cocksucking tongue like so many fucking fucker fucks after watching the first season. Am I a worse person for it? Probably the fuck not, because at times the show becomes nearly unwatchable due to the fucking cocksuckers, so I am actually more aware of how swearing can fucking effect language and how cocksucking annoying it can be when used with too much goddamn fucking regularity.
Good show though.
Season II of Chappelle's Show is hilarious! The True Hollywood Story with Rick James and Prince were so funny. So funny.
Oh yeah, I'm reading Advanced Squad Leader. And I want to play it. So, take that, bitches. And for Ryan's enjoyment, ASL is the single most verbose and difficult to learn wargame system out there, and it was actually dead when Avalon Hill was bought by Hasbro, until it was licensed out to Multi-Man Publishing to reprint it. MMP is headed by none other than All-Star pitcher, Curt Schilling! Apparently his is a HUGE fan and supporter of the game!
SIDENOTE to Jon: Man, pretending that the England English slang word for "head" would be "Dan" makes me laugh out loud to this day. "Oy! He kicked me in me dan!"
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Grab bag of shit
-- Ryan, your job sounds like teh sux. I have other friends who went through the educational trial-by-fire of bad public schools. None of them had to teach middle school, though. You have my sympathies!
-- I hurt my finger playing football at work, WTF? It's all swollen up and shit, but hey, I caught some passes. Fuck you guys, I'm a fucking jock now, I'll fucking punch you in the ass with my penis.
-- Two drinkin' buddies from LA came up this weekend and oh, the drinking. I mean up-until-3:30-drinking-on-a-work-night drinking. It was great! We drank fancy-pants Fernet Branca with ginger ale shots. This is a drink that combines 40 herbs and spices into a brown sludge that tastes like perfumed dirt. Good though. Yum!
-- It's looking more and more certain that I'll be out of a job again in July. Can I get a :( ? Oh well, at least I will have paid down about two grand of debt from it and that's not nothin'.
-- I continue to make my Saves vs. World of Warcraft like I'm a fucking 15th-level monk. I barely have time to read the blog lately, much less run that silly-ass gnome all over the place. Not writing it off permanently, mind you.... Although their new contest shows they are definitely working to keep Denis involved.
-- Ryan, your job sounds like teh sux. I have other friends who went through the educational trial-by-fire of bad public schools. None of them had to teach middle school, though. You have my sympathies!
-- I hurt my finger playing football at work, WTF? It's all swollen up and shit, but hey, I caught some passes. Fuck you guys, I'm a fucking jock now, I'll fucking punch you in the ass with my penis.
-- Two drinkin' buddies from LA came up this weekend and oh, the drinking. I mean up-until-3:30-drinking-on-a-work-night drinking. It was great! We drank fancy-pants Fernet Branca with ginger ale shots. This is a drink that combines 40 herbs and spices into a brown sludge that tastes like perfumed dirt. Good though. Yum!
-- It's looking more and more certain that I'll be out of a job again in July. Can I get a :( ? Oh well, at least I will have paid down about two grand of debt from it and that's not nothin'.
-- I continue to make my Saves vs. World of Warcraft like I'm a fucking 15th-level monk. I barely have time to read the blog lately, much less run that silly-ass gnome all over the place. Not writing it off permanently, mind you.... Although their new contest shows they are definitely working to keep Denis involved.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
Mixed Nuts
Ry, you are truly in a strange profession to be hating kids. Yet, I totally see where you are coming from. When I was that age and a few years younger, I was a little shit. Art, Rich and I were adminstratively seperated from the fourth grade through the 6th because the teachers complained so much about our in class disruptions. I think Art even called one of our teachers Mrs. Uterus once.
Jon: That was a brilliant expose on that f'd up town of Fremont. One thing that sucks about the Cod piece protection device is: if we do not coordinate our cod piece accessorization, one we do not match and two if one of us accidently wears a north cod piece and the other a south, Oh damn thats bad news. Cause the girls in Fremont will go ape and call in the reinforcements to convert the "sick" men who have caught gay when our cod pieces end up inseperably groin to groin with attraction action.
Elzar: Man that market is nutty down there. I mean who the hell can afford anything there. Jebuz. A couple more years of that and nothing even in Hermosa will be under 1 Megabuck. On a side note I gotta check out that DVD. I have been on a metal kick for the past couple of weeks.
Fart: Good to hear from you. I thought maybe you just buried yourslef after not renting the place. How is the Vegas treating you? Flour dust plus fire equals bad. Not as explosive as coal dust, but dirty none the less. ANyway yeah give me a heads up as to when you will be in our neck of the woods. Goin' to the Traiders eh? Jarks. Ill never forget going with you and your Dad. Man we were so oblivious to the crap that goes down in those games back then. I remember we spent an hour trying to con a vendor out of a cup of ice because we were playing some game with it. Awesome.
K Gotta Go
Ry, you are truly in a strange profession to be hating kids. Yet, I totally see where you are coming from. When I was that age and a few years younger, I was a little shit. Art, Rich and I were adminstratively seperated from the fourth grade through the 6th because the teachers complained so much about our in class disruptions. I think Art even called one of our teachers Mrs. Uterus once.
Jon: That was a brilliant expose on that f'd up town of Fremont. One thing that sucks about the Cod piece protection device is: if we do not coordinate our cod piece accessorization, one we do not match and two if one of us accidently wears a north cod piece and the other a south, Oh damn thats bad news. Cause the girls in Fremont will go ape and call in the reinforcements to convert the "sick" men who have caught gay when our cod pieces end up inseperably groin to groin with attraction action.
Elzar: Man that market is nutty down there. I mean who the hell can afford anything there. Jebuz. A couple more years of that and nothing even in Hermosa will be under 1 Megabuck. On a side note I gotta check out that DVD. I have been on a metal kick for the past couple of weeks.
Fart: Good to hear from you. I thought maybe you just buried yourslef after not renting the place. How is the Vegas treating you? Flour dust plus fire equals bad. Not as explosive as coal dust, but dirty none the less. ANyway yeah give me a heads up as to when you will be in our neck of the woods. Goin' to the Traiders eh? Jarks. Ill never forget going with you and your Dad. Man we were so oblivious to the crap that goes down in those games back then. I remember we spent an hour trying to con a vendor out of a cup of ice because we were playing some game with it. Awesome.
K Gotta Go
Holy shit! It's Art!
Yeah, so.. like that. Seriously bummed that I missed the Con.. but, the good news is that we ACTUALLY HAVE RENTERS and they've paid real United States currency to our property management company. Too fucking bad it's two months after we thought that we'd have renters. Talk about a serious suckage of fundage. Ah well, all is well. I'm alive.
Haylee continues to grow and learn and really freak me out now that she's sort of evolving into personhood. She now is fully mobile including pulling herself up to coffee-table height and bookshelf-height (weeee! *Gleefully tosses DVDs about the livingroom*) I'm just very thankful that things have worked out so that I get to spend these formative months at home with her. I really wouldn't trade it for the world.
Lessee.. what else. Oh, I nearly burned the house down today when the BBQ grease pan caught fire. I couldn't remember if it was flour or baking soda that put out grease fires, so I guessed... wrong. Word to the wise.. throwing flour onto a grease fire produces a massive fireball. Being that the BBQ is underneath an overhang of the second floor of this house.. and that the fireball scorched the underside of the patio.. and that the grease fire went on for probably 5-10 minutes before I detected it (was pre-heating for some chicken).. it's a miracle that it didn't melt down, blow up, or otherwise set the patio furniture on fire or the house-proper. You should have seen the flames billowing out of the thing.. LOL..
Sigh. Anyway..
I've been spending most (all) of my free time cranking on learning to do 3D modelling in XSI, and am happy to report that I now know that I know very little. The fun just begins with the actual 3D model, aparently. Now I need to learn to UV map, texture, skin, and skeleton/joint the models. Weee. In all seriousness, it's a ton of fun.. like drawing in .. well.. three dimensions. I'm enjoying the creative outlet and ability to project what's in my head onto the screen.
Here's my latest work in progress, a sort of all-purpose patrol vehicle. It's a three-man, three-treaded job.. still not completed, but getting closer. It needs some detail work and some finishing work on the suspension.. but the shape is there:
Outrider concept vehicle, front view
Outrider concept vehicle, rear view
Ciao! I'll try to not be so sparse.
Hey San-Fran crowd.. there's a strong possibility that I'll be in town for a Raider game this fall (probably the San Diego game).. maybe we can rouse a little gaming and drunken tribulations?
Yeah, so.. like that. Seriously bummed that I missed the Con.. but, the good news is that we ACTUALLY HAVE RENTERS and they've paid real United States currency to our property management company. Too fucking bad it's two months after we thought that we'd have renters. Talk about a serious suckage of fundage. Ah well, all is well. I'm alive.
Haylee continues to grow and learn and really freak me out now that she's sort of evolving into personhood. She now is fully mobile including pulling herself up to coffee-table height and bookshelf-height (weeee! *Gleefully tosses DVDs about the livingroom*) I'm just very thankful that things have worked out so that I get to spend these formative months at home with her. I really wouldn't trade it for the world.
Lessee.. what else. Oh, I nearly burned the house down today when the BBQ grease pan caught fire. I couldn't remember if it was flour or baking soda that put out grease fires, so I guessed... wrong. Word to the wise.. throwing flour onto a grease fire produces a massive fireball. Being that the BBQ is underneath an overhang of the second floor of this house.. and that the fireball scorched the underside of the patio.. and that the grease fire went on for probably 5-10 minutes before I detected it (was pre-heating for some chicken).. it's a miracle that it didn't melt down, blow up, or otherwise set the patio furniture on fire or the house-proper. You should have seen the flames billowing out of the thing.. LOL..
Sigh. Anyway..
I've been spending most (all) of my free time cranking on learning to do 3D modelling in XSI, and am happy to report that I now know that I know very little. The fun just begins with the actual 3D model, aparently. Now I need to learn to UV map, texture, skin, and skeleton/joint the models. Weee. In all seriousness, it's a ton of fun.. like drawing in .. well.. three dimensions. I'm enjoying the creative outlet and ability to project what's in my head onto the screen.
Here's my latest work in progress, a sort of all-purpose patrol vehicle. It's a three-man, three-treaded job.. still not completed, but getting closer. It needs some detail work and some finishing work on the suspension.. but the shape is there:
Outrider concept vehicle, front view
Outrider concept vehicle, rear view
Ciao! I'll try to not be so sparse.
Hey San-Fran crowd.. there's a strong possibility that I'll be in town for a Raider game this fall (probably the San Diego game).. maybe we can rouse a little gaming and drunken tribulations?
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Ramblings
- Got a DVD today called Still Reigning, which is live footage of Slayer playing their masterpiece album Reign in Blood in it's entirety. During the song, Reign in BLood, which is the last song on the album, they had a stage prop that rained "blood" on the band as they performed. I was filled with nostalgia, giddiness, and awe. There's something powerful in a band that feels they can pull that off on stage, and then when it's all done and said, it's as if it was a long time coming for something like that. I don't know what I'm saying, but it was effective and cool.
- Played a mess of Up Front against myself before leaving for 5 days on a fun family NoCal get away weekend. Sometimes the Germans won, sometimes the Americans did. But the real winner is me, for playing a card game by myself, against myself.
- My allergies have been taking a crap in my head recently. No me gusta.
- Our old house on Highland has been somewhat gutted and redone with a new kitchen, bathroom, and some new floors and fixtures. The woman wants 150% of what we sold it to her for in November. I can't even concieve she will get that price, but then again, I thought we were crazy to sell for what we did. Shows how much I know, and I am kinda currently making it my profession!
- Good Luck Mike on your final lecture of your UCLA stint on Friday! Party hearty! And WTF with the certain dinner party you were attending a few weeks back? Did it go swimmingly?
- Yeah, stay away from Fremont, Johnny. That place is fucking nuts right now. Unless you go come prepared with the magneto-repello codpieces. Those things are lifesavers.
- There should be a comic, movie and TV show based on the short story Fuck, by Jon Petersen. The best part of the franchise would be the action figures. Those would be the hit of ComicCon! English Mike with Skull-Fuck Action! JP with Leather Jacket and Lifelike Track Marks! Posie with Sidekick South Africa Philip! In stores now!
- Taking an extension class at UCLA this summer. "Entrepreneurship and Starting a New Venture" class. It's in Royce Hall, so I will feel like a real UCLA student who went to Big Boy School!
- Got a DVD today called Still Reigning, which is live footage of Slayer playing their masterpiece album Reign in Blood in it's entirety. During the song, Reign in BLood, which is the last song on the album, they had a stage prop that rained "blood" on the band as they performed. I was filled with nostalgia, giddiness, and awe. There's something powerful in a band that feels they can pull that off on stage, and then when it's all done and said, it's as if it was a long time coming for something like that. I don't know what I'm saying, but it was effective and cool.
- Played a mess of Up Front against myself before leaving for 5 days on a fun family NoCal get away weekend. Sometimes the Germans won, sometimes the Americans did. But the real winner is me, for playing a card game by myself, against myself.
- My allergies have been taking a crap in my head recently. No me gusta.
- Our old house on Highland has been somewhat gutted and redone with a new kitchen, bathroom, and some new floors and fixtures. The woman wants 150% of what we sold it to her for in November. I can't even concieve she will get that price, but then again, I thought we were crazy to sell for what we did. Shows how much I know, and I am kinda currently making it my profession!
- Good Luck Mike on your final lecture of your UCLA stint on Friday! Party hearty! And WTF with the certain dinner party you were attending a few weeks back? Did it go swimmingly?
- Yeah, stay away from Fremont, Johnny. That place is fucking nuts right now. Unless you go come prepared with the magneto-repello codpieces. Those things are lifesavers.
- There should be a comic, movie and TV show based on the short story Fuck, by Jon Petersen. The best part of the franchise would be the action figures. Those would be the hit of ComicCon! English Mike with Skull-Fuck Action! JP with Leather Jacket and Lifelike Track Marks! Posie with Sidekick South Africa Philip! In stores now!
- Taking an extension class at UCLA this summer. "Entrepreneurship and Starting a New Venture" class. It's in Royce Hall, so I will feel like a real UCLA student who went to Big Boy School!
Mutiny with the 8th graders.
So, many of you may or may not know, I am teaching 8th grade right now at Jefferson Middle School in Torrance. Last Friday, I had a substitute, and he wrote a note that included the following statement, "I will never come back and sub this class ever again." Whatever.
Come to find out that not only were the kids bad during class, they were also horrible and disrespectful during an assembly that day. I found this out after school on Monday. On Tuesday, I was planning on working with them on the persuasive essay and jsut screwing around until the end of school, but in light of the new information about the bahavior at the assembly, I decided to have them write a persuasive essay about why they think they deserve 8th grade activities at the end of the year. Mind you, these activities are supposed to be fun, but they are not entitled to it. The parties and stuff are rewards.
Well, this pissed off the kids somethin' awful and now there is this whole teacher versus student anger going on. 1) Take responsibility for your behavior, you turds. 2) Stop trying to defend your indefensible behavior, you little shits. 3) Stop pissing me off.
More to come on this, I am sure. I am never having kids. They all grow up to be 13 or 14 years old at some point.
So, many of you may or may not know, I am teaching 8th grade right now at Jefferson Middle School in Torrance. Last Friday, I had a substitute, and he wrote a note that included the following statement, "I will never come back and sub this class ever again." Whatever.
Come to find out that not only were the kids bad during class, they were also horrible and disrespectful during an assembly that day. I found this out after school on Monday. On Tuesday, I was planning on working with them on the persuasive essay and jsut screwing around until the end of school, but in light of the new information about the bahavior at the assembly, I decided to have them write a persuasive essay about why they think they deserve 8th grade activities at the end of the year. Mind you, these activities are supposed to be fun, but they are not entitled to it. The parties and stuff are rewards.
Well, this pissed off the kids somethin' awful and now there is this whole teacher versus student anger going on. 1) Take responsibility for your behavior, you turds. 2) Stop trying to defend your indefensible behavior, you little shits. 3) Stop pissing me off.
More to come on this, I am sure. I am never having kids. They all grow up to be 13 or 14 years old at some point.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Rudy, Think "Move Out, Don't Mess Around..."
But the guy I really wanna hear is our man setting up the auxiliary branch in the Phillipines, Ja-El. What's up over there man? Dude the East Bay scene has really changed since you were here. Like right after you left, your home city decided they wanted to way sex the place up so they started putting newer, sexier mottos in the BART stations and stuff, I included a picture.
Anyway the image revamp pretty much worked because like a month ago all these hot chicks moved in, seriously a fuckin ton. They're doe-eyed young women with high, firm breasts and soft, willing lips. They're crazy for cock and they're more than willing to share their men, and themselves, with their lady friends.
But dude... not all is well in Fremont. These chicks go crazy with the sex and are draining the life out of any man with a groin who goes nearby. Enron and I stay the fuck out of there and when we do have to go we wear iron magnetic codpieces and stick close to each other. When we get in a jam we reverse the polarities and that causes us to fly like 50' apart. But anyway it's a last-resort thing for when we get in a fuckin' mess.
Anyway the reason I mention all this is because seriously the word on the street is that only virile, twentysomething (I emphasize 20something because these chicks will eat younger guys alive) men with mastery of Taiwanese sex tricks can take back Fremont. Some dudes tried Mainland China tricks but dude... they got so fucked up. We need you man, Fremont needs you bad.
But the guy I really wanna hear is our man setting up the auxiliary branch in the Phillipines, Ja-El. What's up over there man? Dude the East Bay scene has really changed since you were here. Like right after you left, your home city decided they wanted to way sex the place up so they started putting newer, sexier mottos in the BART stations and stuff, I included a picture.
Anyway the image revamp pretty much worked because like a month ago all these hot chicks moved in, seriously a fuckin ton. They're doe-eyed young women with high, firm breasts and soft, willing lips. They're crazy for cock and they're more than willing to share their men, and themselves, with their lady friends.
But dude... not all is well in Fremont. These chicks go crazy with the sex and are draining the life out of any man with a groin who goes nearby. Enron and I stay the fuck out of there and when we do have to go we wear iron magnetic codpieces and stick close to each other. When we get in a jam we reverse the polarities and that causes us to fly like 50' apart. But anyway it's a last-resort thing for when we get in a fuckin' mess.
Anyway the reason I mention all this is because seriously the word on the street is that only virile, twentysomething (I emphasize 20something because these chicks will eat younger guys alive) men with mastery of Taiwanese sex tricks can take back Fremont. Some dudes tried Mainland China tricks but dude... they got so fucked up. We need you man, Fremont needs you bad.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Another feather in the hat..
The hat forged by Satan.
Well, some thought it would never happen, others falsely claimed it was imminent on hundreds of occasions, but it finally transpired. By word of Steve "I'm Steve" Jobs at the WWDC Keynote, Apple will phase out the use of IBM PowerPC processors in their Macs and switch to Intel. Boooo-urns... I had been holding my breath that if this had to happen, the contract would go to AMD. No Dice. Word is out on the street that the conversion should be fairly seemless, unlike the oh so "Damn I'm Smooth; I'm so smooth I gotta beard on my hands" transition from the Old 680x0 Motorola chips to PowerPC.
Quote of the day:
" I felt something, a disturbance in the network, as if a million mac zealots cried out in horror and were suddenly silenced. Sorry, just seemed appropriate." -Anonymous Slashdotter
In other news. Wine is my nemesis right now. Stupid lack of self control. Go to Napa and spend money will you. Asshole!
No gnews is good gnews without Gary Gnews
The hat forged by Satan.
Well, some thought it would never happen, others falsely claimed it was imminent on hundreds of occasions, but it finally transpired. By word of Steve "I'm Steve" Jobs at the WWDC Keynote, Apple will phase out the use of IBM PowerPC processors in their Macs and switch to Intel. Boooo-urns... I had been holding my breath that if this had to happen, the contract would go to AMD. No Dice. Word is out on the street that the conversion should be fairly seemless, unlike the oh so "Damn I'm Smooth; I'm so smooth I gotta beard on my hands" transition from the Old 680x0 Motorola chips to PowerPC.
Quote of the day:
" I felt something, a disturbance in the network, as if a million mac zealots cried out in horror and were suddenly silenced. Sorry, just seemed appropriate." -Anonymous Slashdotter
In other news. Wine is my nemesis right now. Stupid lack of self control. Go to Napa and spend money will you. Asshole!
No gnews is good gnews without Gary Gnews
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