• I was just reading some articles in the buffalo news and decided to sift through some news on the Bills. It's been some time now since I've paid any attention to the NFL, and I thought maybe it'd be interesting. Nope, it wasn't. As a matter of fact, it only reminded me as to why I don't like football anymore, and encouraged me to ignore it even more than I have already over the last ten years. I'll stick with my hockey.
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• Lisa: Dad, what's a Muppet?

Homer: Well, it's not quite a mop, it's not quite a puppet, but man... [laughs hysterically] So to answer your question, I don't know.
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• Homer: Bart, I'm not asking you to give blood for free. That would be crazy! You may not realize it now, but when you save a rich guy's life, he showers you with riches! Don't you know the story of Hercules and the Lion?

Bart: Is it a Bible story?

Homer: Yeah, probably. Anyway, once upon a time, there was a big, mean lion who got a thorn in his paw. All the villagers tried to pull it out, but nobody was strong enough, so they got Hercules and he used his mighty strength, and bingo! Anyway, the moral is, is that the lion was so happy, that he gave Hercules this big... thing... of riches!

Bart: How did a lion get riches?

Homer: It was the olden days!

Bart: Oh!


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• Bart: You lie like a fly with a booger in its eye.

Homer: [laughing] The fly was funny, but the booger was the icing on the cake!

It's funny because it's true

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• Quote of the Games: We save the best for last. It comes from free-spirit snowboarder Danny Kass when asked in his pre-Olympic news conference whether he could win a gold medal in the half-pipe: "I hope so. I'm stoked to go to the Olympics and see how the whole thing works. But really, I'm just here for the beer and the chicks." Buffalo News
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• I woke up this morning and someone had messed with my phone. It was still right where I put it when I went to bed, but when I looked to see if I had missed any calls, the display read " I'm Gay ", instead of " Viva Italia ". I laughed hardily, assuming it was my brother, Chub-E. But he insists that he didn't do it. I don't think he's lying either because he's not good at that. He'd of started laughing. Which confuses me to no end...he's the only one that would have done something like that. Except maybe my sister, but she wasn't around to do it. Interesting. Maybe it's satan trying to scare me.
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• Homer Jay Simpson: Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.

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• This Olympics have become a joke. Starting all the way back to Salt Lake even being granted the games. It's kind of a shame, but I suppose predictable. I read --->this<--- article regarding Russia's big beef with the officiating through out the games, and I loved his sarcasm.
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• Johnny T., will you marry me? That's what I would be asking if you weren't already hitched. Some of the most funnest things I've ever done were introduced to me by you, and the most funnest is learning how to talk to sales people on the phone. This alone is warrent enough for me to want to be your friend forever.

The other day some lady called here for my sister and asked for Elizabeth Car-a-ver-el-lio. I said, Cavallo. Yes, she said, Elizabeth Carello. Ca-va-llo, I responded, nice and slow so she could understand. She tried again with Cevella. No no, come on, you can do this, I said, Ca-va-llo. Ca-va-llo? Noooow you got it. *click* I hung up.

Just now, which is what inspired this post, a sales person just called representing a moving company. Ever since we sold our house they've been calling off the hook acting as if we've already been in contact with them and we're interested in having them move us. This lady introduced herself and asked how I was doing. I answered really enthusiastically with a loud GOOD, THANKS! I thought that would put her back a step, but instead it encouraged her to believe that I'd be an easy sell. She then went on to say that she's calling us back to see if we're ready for them to give us an estimate. *long uncomfortable silence before switching from over enthusiastic to extreme timidness and unsurity* No? You're not? Well then would it be alright if I called back at a later date to see if you're ready? Okay, I said, but only if you can remember the pass word. Sure, she says. Great! It's super fly. Bye! And then I hung up on her.
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• Did you know that Pink was hot? I didn't have any idea until just now. She's just sky rocketed to the top ten for hottest celebrities. She's got to fix the whole hip hop thing, or she'll have a hard time getting into the top five...but she's lookin' good.
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• Jethro Tull kicks booty.
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• Old people are an oddity. They can be freaky ugly, or they can be cute and almost cuddley. They can be real nice and kind, or they can be grumpy and mean. They can be smart and on top of their game, or they can be senile and way off the mark...anybody's mark. They can be totally predictable, or completely unpredictable. Personally, I like having the mixture of old folks because it adds to the dimensionality of life.

I can't remember if I told the story of earlier this semester of when me and Chub-E were coming home from school and we saw that old guy who was driving, and kept honking out of control at the car in front of him even though there was a three lane back-up and nowhere anyone could have gone. It was histerical. Well, today we encountered a similar situation, but this time it was at the corner of Alicia and Santa Margarita.

We were turning right onto Santa Margarita, and there were two cars ahead of us (the light was red, and the traffic was heavy so we couldn't turn). The car directly in front of us was the old guy, and he kept hitting his horn at the car in front of him. *honk - honk - honk - honk - honk*. Me and Chubs couldn't figure out what he was doing it for, but it got comical when the middle age guy in the first car jumped out and started cussing at the old man. "What the *deragatory edit* is your problem??" We ceased the opportunity, trying to keep straight faces as we did it, by beating the horn too. *honk - honk - honk*. It could have only been better if the surrounding cars followed suit. Me and Chub-E couldn't stop laughing the rest of the way home.
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• The house that my mom wanted originally, but we missed by a day, fell through and is again available. The current owners gave us first dibs before putting it back on the market, and today we're putting the down payment down...if I can remember to go to the bank right after school with my mom's money. I hate pressure situations.

The house comes with a pool and jaccuzi, my bed room will be downstairs and has double doors, and most importantly Sweden got upset by Belarus...I mean, the house isn't stucco (or however you spell it). I don't think it's tile roof either. This makes me happy, although it doesn't seem fair that the US was first place and Canada barely made it in, yet they get to play the easy team and we have to play Russia again...
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• It's strange when you read a news paper and see someone you know being written about in a story. It was hard to get used to it when Elliott was being promoted by numerous periodicals, but he was going out and getting them to tell his story. But when you're just living life, and then something happens that attracts the news, now that is weird.

It gets even stranger when I'm reading the Buffalo News online and I come across someone I knew along time ago. For instance, my neighbors childhood neighbor was going through a major controversy because he was involved with some kids that had threatened to reenact the Colombine shootings at their school. Following that story sort of hit home, seeing as I had connections with his family...no matter how little I actually knew the kid. But I just came across an update of another story from back home, that until now I hadn't realized the likelyhood that who was involved was probably related to someone I knew from school. Some guy was fighting with the Village over the garbage. It was something about how the garbage men refused to pick up his trash, and so he was fighting with them saying that he was doing everything right...I don't exactly remember how the story goes. But, as I was reading the update, because it turns out that this guy out lasted the Village, and all charges against him are being dropped, I suddenly realized what his last name was. And being from a small village, the likelyhood that he is related to the kid I went to school with is pretty darn good. If this guy was just from Western New York, well that would be a different story. But a Dieglman from Hamburg not being related to another Dieglman from Hamburg, well that would have been like a Cavallo from Hamburg not being related to us. It just isn't that likely. I don't know...I just thought it was kinda neat. I'm gonna call up my friend and ask him.
 3:39 PM   •  1 opinonated piece of What? 

• Boobs told our lab teacher to put some more clothes on today. Her skirt was too high. I laughed.
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• I got a "not too bad" rating today. And this was from the girl in my sociology class that changed her seat just so she could sit next to me. This is also the same girl that found out what gym I work at, and what hours I work, and then started coming to workout when I was supposed to be there. She was down playing the rating because she had the spell of disillusionment that I could actually hear both sides of her conversation. See, I wasn't supposed to know what she meant when she told her friend on the phone "not too bad"...but I'm no dumby. It was one of those situations when the girl I was standing with answered her phone, and the person on the other end asked if I was hot. The girl I was with replied with "not too bad". Of course, what she was trying to do was to answer the question ambiguously, assuming that I'd think she was answering the question "how have you been". But like I said, I'm no dumby. I called her on it right away too. See, she may have gotten away with it had I not instigated the situation by saying into the phone that I was a funny, good looking, single guy. The very next remark from the girl I was standing with was "not too bad". Plus her voice tone dropped and she looked away when she said it. Which clearly means that she became self concious, like everyone does when they forget that no one else can hear the other person on the phone, and didn't want me to see into her eyes when she answered. It was quite elementary, actually. I enjoyed calling her on it. I said "Thanks! Is that all I get?" Sometimes I wish I could take you all with me everywhere I went...

When I asked if her friend was hot, she paused and her tone dropped again before she said "Yeah." See, the first lesson she needs to learn is that when you're gonna lie, you have to stick with a confident vocabulary. "Yeah" is not confident. Plus, she shouldn't hesitate, because although it was an extremely brief pause, it was enough to indicate that she had to think about it. If her friend was really hot, she'd of said "yes" without questioning her loyalty. Naturally, I called her on that too. And just to further prove my point, she dove right into this explanation of how "well, I think she is", which is the reddest flag of them all. When a girl is hot, she's hot. There's no need to explain, or to excuse, and there's no "well's" or "but's", or nothing. It is just "she's hot, and that's all there is to it".
 4:23 PM   •  3 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Before you read this and decide you want to skip over it just because it's on hockey, I think everyone will find this interesting. I was reading through some articles on the Olympic Hockey tournament, and I came across something that sort of bothered me. Some guy has been doing a "10 question's for ________" questionaire with olympians, and he did two on the womens US hockey team. Sara DeCosta is our goalie, and this particular questionaire was for her. She was asked what some of Team USA's strengths were, as far as the women's team was concerned, and her response was: We have some good size on the team now.

What? Like 5' 4", 112 lbs, C cup, and a butt like Natalie Portmans? That's a good size, isn't it???

Unfortunately I know that's not what Sara meant, and that's what really bothers me. She's talking big women...girls even!! The youngest member on the team is 16. I don't know about you, but I can't think of anytime muscular women equalled a good time. Of course, I know the older players, like Cami Granato for example, ain't too bad...for a Granato at least. But if they're getting bigger than Cami, then the scale is tipping in the wrong direction, and that's kinda freaky.
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• Even funnier
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• Great article
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• In the 1500's, houses had thatched roofs (thick straw) piled high, with no wood beneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof; hence the saying It's raining cats and dogs.
 1:00 PM   •  3 opinonated pieces of What? 

• I so want to send someones lawn gnome around the world and send pictures of it standing infront of famous land marks to the owner. Pure brilliance.
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• They say that names mean something. For instance, you can consider my personality and whatnot, but then you look at my name and compare it to all the other "mike's" in the world, and you find a pattern. I'm not sure I totally buy into that, but lets just say it is true. What sort of person do you become if your name is Jelefibookala? I mean, if that was my name, I'd be awfully confused about -- well, shoot...a lot of things? So then, is Jelefibookala a tough name? or a friendly name? Do I beat other kids up? or do I be nice to them? Am I funny or serious? I guess with a name like that you could just make it up as you go along. One day it could mean warrior, and the next day it could mean prince. Who's gonna argue with you?

We were actually trying to consider all the nicknames we could use for Jelefibookala. We couldn't use Jelly, cuz that would make her sound fat, and then we'd have to deal with a weight complex. We couldn't call her Boo, cuz that's a...shall we say...african american name? I'd rather deal with a weight complex than a racial indentity issue. Ala? Too mid-eastern. We don't want to produce any terrorists here. And La is no good cuz it just sounds dumb. Fib? Great, then we'd have a compulsive liar, and to be totally honest with you...well no, I think I'd rather deal with a compulsive liar than a racially confused child. I could justify spanking her for a lie, but not for thinking she were negro. Besides, at least there's a better chance of her NOT listening to rap if she knows she's italian.

I dunno...the more I consider it, the more apparent it becomes to me that my poor niece won't have any easy nicknames. We'll just have to wait until she does something really dumb and label her. Oh well, that could be fun too.
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• What really sucks is being stuck someplace. (oh my gosh...I just looked across the way here, when this girl smiled, and I don't think she has any teeth). Forgive me, I've digressed...what really sucks is being stuck someplace. Chub-E (my brother dave) dropped two of his classes. Let's face it, my family is po'. The idea of us driving back and forth from school to home isn't actually quite affordable. (I'm about to go kick that guy off his computer. All the cute girls keep sitting next to him, and I'm stuck watching him flirt while I'm sitting between a broken computer and guy...nevermind, the guy left.) So, now that Chub-E only has his morning classes, I'm stuck here for the afternoon until Jelefibookala's mom (my sister) gets off of work to take me home. (score!! I gots a new neighbor...if ya know what I mean)
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• One of my biggest fears is that I'll screw up one day and refer to Boobies as Boobies. It's become so common now for me to refer to her as that, that when I referred to her as Emma when I was talking with my brother, he didn't know who I was talking about. I almost started to call her that the one time I called her on the phone. The uncomfortableness that must be a result of such an error I can only imagine, but today I was able to get a glimpse as to how awkward it may really be. No, I didn't make the mistake. But my lab teacher did...

Me and Boobs really get along well, and we work great together in lab. But today, we came across a problem that we weren't quite sure of. I volunteered to ask our lab teacher, and while I was standing next to her, patiently waiting for my chance, I overheard her as she was helping another student. Although I hadn't thought I needed help on that question, I realized that our answer was wrong, and verbally expressed my new surprize discovery. Ms. Anderson looked at how I had done it and teasingly said "Ohhhh...no, no, no!" So, being the sarcastic fool that I am I responded with "I'm sorry! I was distracted by her (pointing at Emma) while you explained that in lecture!!" What happened next changed the color of my face from Italian to red. I don't think I've ever been so red in my life. As soon as I pointed at Emma, Ms. Anderson says loud enough for the whole class to hear it "Well, tell her to put more clothes on!"

Emma's jaw dropped, I changed colors, everybody else just kind of stood and stared. The part that added the most discomfort to the situation was that Emma was wearing a nicely revealing shirt. I didn't even remember my question after that. And although I didn't say anything bad, I still felt as though I needed to apologize to Boobies. And I did. But I'll tell you what...I'd rather not relive that moment. Not ever.
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• go -------->HERE<-------------- Tell me what you think...
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• Do any of you know when Mono becomes contagtious, and for how long it stays that way? Cuz I got to work last night and Kendra had just been diagnosed with it two days earlier. As soon as she left I scrubbed everything from the keyboard to the floor boards with disinfectant. The last thing I need now is to come down with Mono when I'm finally having a good semester...
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• As of right now, there are 3129 mp3's on my computer. That's roughly 103 hours of music, or in other words 4 1/2 straight days of unrepeated music, or 9.94 gigs. That's only what I have on my computer. That doesn't include what Jimmy has on his, which is networked to mine. Plus, that doesn't include the 16 cds we burned strictly mp3's on (averaging roughly 250 mp3's per cd). Plus, that doesnt' include the multiple (read as: tons) of cd's both of my brothers burned so they had full albums. I'd say we've got enough music to last us a life time.
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• We finally sold our house today.
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• Today in Hockey 1988 - Mats Naslund sets an all-star game record with five assists as the Wales Conference defeats the Campbell Conference 6-5 in St. Louis.
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• Today in Hockey 1975 - North Stars' goalie Pete LoPresti records his first NHL shutout. He and Sam LoPresti become the first father-son duo to record shutouts in the NHL.
 6:37 PM   •  3 opinonated pieces of What? 

• In response to Jimmy's question regarding Mike's accident. Yes, I confirmed the story and it's all accurate. But I have more insight as to how hard the impact was. The mini van not only got pushed off the road, but it went down a ditch, and then up the ditch, and then half way through a wall. The mini van was at a complete stand still mind you....wow!!
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• Jelefibookala <----what my sister and her hubby is calling the fetus of their (hopefully) daughter. Sheer brilliance.
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• JACKPOT!!! I was soooo hungry that just now I went downstairs to find what there was to eat. But to my shagrin nothing looked good, and I was quickly losing my appetite. At the last moment I noticed a container at the bottom of the fridge. What could this be, I wondered. Hold on...is that??? Why yes it is!!! Tapioca pudding!!! Suddenly I was transcended into a different world...a different realm. The brightness of all its glory nearly blinded me dead. There were birds singing, and angels dancing; I was lifted up off the ground and taken away on a cloud with lumpy things. I could see a fountain in the distance where mermaids played in the eggnog. Midgets were all around handing out free snickerdoodles to all the children, and the Queen of the land stood mightly and beautiful before her grand throne tub of tapioca. Trampolines littered the mountain sides, soft chills penetrated my soul, and the taste of goodness was in every breath. Everywhere there was joy. I could have remained in my bliss forever, drowning myself in self indulgence. But like all faery tales even mine had to come to an end. The glory trailed away, and the sweetness faded. The cloud disipated, and suddenly I was home again, standing before my refridgerator. "Until we meet again...yes, until we meet again," I whispered to the Queen, with an empty container of tapioca in my hand.
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• Okay, now that I don't have to work on the weekends anymore, I have GOT to get my life back. Seriously, I can't sit around and do nothing by myself anymore. So, some one throw me a party or something.
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• Last night my brother, Jimmy, got a phone call from Nicole to tell him his friend Mike had been in a car accident. Mike was driving on the freeway, at 70 mph, at around 10 pm on Monday night. Suddenly the two cars ahead of him swirved out of the lane. Before Mike could figure out why they would act so sporadicly, he barely had enough time to slam on the brakes as he slammed dead on into a standing-still black mini-van taxi. The taxi driver ran out of gas and then ditched the car on the freeway without flares, without emergency blinkers, without cones...just left his black van parked on the freeway at night. They estimated by the time contact happened Mike had managed to slow his speed to almost 50 mph. By the grace of God Mike walked away with only chest bruises, although he totalled his car. But the story gets worse, because Mike had loaned his old man $30,000 (that's right -- thirty thousand dollars), and as a part of the deal his old man would pay his car insurance and Mike wouldn't charge him interest. When he called his old man, who's in Europe, it turns out that his dad wasn't paying his insurance. Which means Mike doesn't have insurance. Now, I can't imagine that Mike would actually end up having the blame fall on him, and even if he did, he could and would sue the crap out of this company (and probably will...). But as if the accident wasn't enough, now he's uninsured on top of it.
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• How can there be so much of something, yet it's so hard to find. Nail clippers. Every house has at least 10 of 'em, but do you think they're ever around when you need one?
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• This is why I'm a die hard Rob Ray fan, and always will be:

"Buffalo appeared in command early after Brown scored and enforcer Rob Ray brutalized P.J. Stock. Ray won a lopsided fight 2:25 into the game, and repeated punches forced Stock out of action with broken facial bones." Buffalo News
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• "Sometimes you get a goalie who's used to a lot of work, then you get one who's not getting as much,'' said Wings coach Scotty Bowman. "I know Toronto's a better team and they're not giving up the same wide-open chances. It's not easy (for a goalie) to play under those circumstances (fewer shots, longer gaps between sustained pressure). I did a series once (colour on Hockey Night in Canada) where St. Louis played against Toronto ... really one-sided, and Curtis, playing for the Blues then, was seeing 50 and 60 shots a game. That's the best goaltending I've seen.''

That's what me and Jimmy have been saying for years!!! About time someone else mentioned it.

The Olympics are only three games away (according to the Sabres schedule at least), and all the talk has been mostly focused around Canada. That largely has to do with two interdependant reasons, the first being Wayne Gretzky is their GM. But, it also is because they have been talking so much about how bad they want to win this year. They're talking more about the olympic gold than they are their own NHL teams. And who can blame them? They've been watching their teams struggle to even stay in the league, let alone compete most years, and now after some long years of their national team struggling to refind their identity, Wayne Gretzky has miraciously rekindled the hope. So, with all that going on most people have forgotten to look at Russia. Sure, the Czeck Republic is good (no, great), especially with Hasek in net. The US always has a great team on paper. And we all know that Russia has been stupendous in the past. But recently they've found their own woes, coming up short, yet always competing (to their credit). But this year they not only have the likes of Bure, Yashin, Federov, Samsonov, Gonchar, Tverdosky, Kovalev, Kasparitus, and Malakhov, but they have an absolutely surging Nikoli Khabibulin and Ilya Kovalchuk. If Kovalchuk can find half the chemistry with any one of the afore metioned forwards, and Khabibulin can stop at least 10 shots a game (exaggeration), they'll be gold winners for sure.
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• Amen!! (Gordon Dillow)
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• I see what she's doing now. It dawned on me as she was making a complete fool out of poor Ungeli. Ungeli is the girl that sits next to me in Sociology. We were asked who thought divorce was never necessary. I think Ru was trying to prove her own generalization, and didn't expect anyone to have a different opinion. Ungeli did, and answered honestly. Unfortunately, while I figured out what Ru's objectives were, it didn't help me to like her any more. Let me explain why...

What I realized was: Ru isn't as dumb as I thought. She's been playing the roles of whatever Theorist we're discussing (or arguing, most of the time). For me to have believed I knew what her personal perspectives on "society" were was being too presumptious. While she may be arguing a morons position, in order for us to understand what that moron believes, she doesn't necessarily believe it herself. I realized that today when we switched from one theory to another totally conflicting theory, yet she stood up there and argued like a moron herself as if she believed them both. For her sake I hope that's what she was doing, or she's worse than I thought and not better. (By the way, I kept cool today on the advice of Melissa who had her class before).

Now, for poor Ungeli. After Ru pressed us to answer honestly, and Ungeli raised her hand, Ru pounced on her as if Ungeli was an idiot for having a different opinion. First of all, it's just wrong for anybody, teacher or not, to make someone else feel like they're stupid because they have an opinion of their own. Especially when you're the teacher and the other person is a vulnerable student.

Secondly, the blatant hypocracy of Ru was appauling. She's made it absolutely clear that sociology is void of subjectivism, and that we're not concerned in what we the "sociologists" feel, think, or want. Our concern is the position found in society. To even ask what any of our personal opinions are on a topic, is both a) off tract and b) unethical (in a professional kind of way). I questioned in my mind as to whether or not I should jump in, but I opted to let it go. I hope I made the right decision.
 3:27 PM   •  2 opinonated pieces of What? 

• "I want black kids to know how hard it is to get to the NHL." - Edmonton Oilers forward Georges Laraque.
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• You know what one of my favorite past times has always been? People watching. The beautiful advantage of being in school again, is that it allows me to be over whelmed with the opportunity to partake in it. Right now with the way I'm sitting, I can only see the lady in front of me from her eyes up. Well, when she's thinking real hard I can see up her nose...but for the most part it's just from the eyes up. The girl to her right, and my left (facing me) is typing what I'd imagine is an email. We'll call her Red. She must think she's pretty funny, cuz she keeps grinning real big. (Oops...the lady in front of me just caught me looking at her...) Red has a tendancy to wiggle her nose too. Should I tell her to just scratch it? There's some guy pacing at the other end of the library too. I can't tell exactly what he's doing, but I'd say checking some girl out. Cuz he keeps looking at something quite intently, but then looking away in a hurry. Hmmm...I dunno. There isn't as much going on here as I'd hoped for. Oh well...
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• Man I love school!! I haven't had this much fun learning since the ninth grade, when I didn't learn a thing. I saw this oriental guy that I couldn't tell if he was about to drool, cry, or yawn. I guess you had to be there.

What's got me so excited though is Biology. From the get-go I was in a goofy mood. I blame E.T. for that though, cuz he was telling jokes as soon as he walked in the door. But, I found out that me and Boobies are neighbors. She lives in the housing tract right next to mine. If I had known that I'd have already been stalking her. Not really. But this will make it easier to study together...under the candle light...

But for the best part of class I have to thank Nolan. If I hadn't heard his story about acting retarded for the bus lady, I probably wouldn't have been witty enough to pull this off. We were reviewing the lecture, and E.T. was randomly picking names off the role sheet to answer his questions. I sooo wanted him to pick me, but he had no idea of who was who. The third and final question came up, and who do you think got called on? Me! I did the best slight retard impersonation (so as not to offend, yet still delivering the goods) I could muster up. Apparently it was successful, if you grade comedy by the laugh. "Is there a Michael Ca-cav-cav-a-lo here?" Pause. **very loud** "Yes I am here!" "Okay, Michael. Do you know what the answer to the third question is?" "Yes!!" "Okay, why don't you tell the class what that answer is." (knowing full well as to what the answer was, I respond) "Protons!" "Okay, I see. No, that was the answer for the first question. We're on the third question now. Do you have that answer for us, for the third question?" "Yes!!" "Okay, Michael, why don't you tell us what the answer to the third question is." "Electrons!!" "Well uh, no, you see that's the answer to the second question. We've already done those two, so we need the third answer. Which, do you know what that answer is?" "Yes!!!" I think he started to catch on at this point. Either that, or he was just sick of asking me the same thing over and over again. He didn't respond that time. He just waited. "Neutrons!!" Finally.


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• Being a hockey fan, I've heard all the excuses as to why other people don't like it. "I can't follow the puck", "it's boring", "I don't get the rules"...blah blah blah. You want to talk about boring??? After watching today's Super Bowl game, it was a reminder as to why I stopped following it in 1994. Even the Rams come back attempt was anti-climactic. At least hockey doesn't have much of a down time. I mean, I can't remember the last time I watched a football game that was actually fun to view. Oh yeah, there was that one time Buffalo came back from being down 30 some-odd points to Houston. To be honest with you, I never even thought much of the sport. It's okay, and definitley better than baseball or basketball. But why it's the biggest televised program in the world every stinkin' year is beyond me.
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