I should’t have said anything. Apparently the people who currently rent the apartment I would be moving into have decided they’re not moving out. This is getting fun.
Month: June 2003
Quick Update
I have a quick update while my own computer is with our IT people at work, getting remote access software. I have decided on a new apartment and will be moving in sometime starting July 24 or thereabouts. More on this development later…
Finally
I have posted photographs from last week’s trip to Dallas and Fort Worth online.
Left and Right Tongues
I wanted to share this with you because I love you. The article bears an appropriate title: Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Apparently splitting or forking your tongue is the new “piercing” that all the kids are doing. Here’s why one guy has mutilated himself in this manner (from the article):
“I like the way it looks,” he said, listing his reasons. “Two, I think it will be more fun during oral sex and the girls will get a kick out of it. Three, everyone and their mother has their tongue pierced and four, I’m an idiot.”
Well, at least he’s right about that last point. As for fun during oral sex, can’t a girl just get the same effect from two different tongues at the same time?
The last line of the article is particularly frightening.
Project For When Time Is Extra
Search the web (over the wide world) for pages containing the phrase “… fills a much-needed hole” (and “… fills a much-needed void” and determine the percentage of occurance where the author, instead of realizing that the phrase is negative and sarcastic, employs the words as a compliment.
This realization came to me in a music history class, where the professor of said class, a friend of logic paradoxes like myself, used the above phrase to describe a composer’s body of work. I don’t remember the specifics, but he said something akin to, “Composer Jean-Rousseau Torino Friedrich Smith’s Metamorphin’ Power Fantasy in G-flat fills a much-needed hole in the Saturday morning Romantic-era cartoon orchestra genre,” except with a more legitimate composer and a worse piece of music.
This professor was someone I admired a bit. I was in his office one day, and on his bookshelf was one of my favorites, Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid. I mentioned that I enjoyed the text and dramatizations within the book, and he confessed to not understanding most of it. Heh. The book is great, dealing with correlations between mathematics, art, music, computer programming, artificial intelligence, Zen, and genetics, with a touch of Lewis Carroll.
Get it? It’s the hole that is much-needed, not the work.