The first blog of my blog career

2003-10-09T22:52:00.000-04:00

the coolest thing happened at wegmans. my dad let me have the corvette for the weekend. i needed to run an errand. when i came out of wegmans these high school kids checking out the car. i decided to set off the alarm from the key chain. these kids flipped out, man.

i want to get a motorcycle. i big motorcycle that goes fucking fast. i recently completed a basic rider training course that won me my motorcycle lisence. the next logical step is clearly getting a bike. i'm trying to decide what would be a good bike for me to get. bear in mind, i've never had a bike. many suggest that i start with a smaller bike and only obtain a large bike once my skills have developed. though i am not huge, i am also not a small person. so, a smaller bike might not be so comfortable. and that's more important than people think. comfort on a bike and good position is actually an important safety feature. but, of course, bigger bikes are more expensive. so, i have to find a bike that i like that is within my price range that is comfortable. granted, i won't know anything about comfort until i take a test ride. but, i think i've found a candidate for a good first bike for me. i could even get one used with not much mileage and that would be even cheaper. anyway, here's the bike: http://www.suzukicycles.com/Products/GSXR600K4/. it's a 600 cc bike. it has a slightly larger bother (http://www.suzukicycles.com/Products/GSXR750K4/) , and a significantly larger brother (http://www.suzukicycles.com/Products/GSXR1000K4/). my friend got a 600cc bike for his first bike. he told me that i'll want something bigger real soon. so, maybe i could start off with the slightly bigger brother, which is 750cc. that's not huge, but not small. no matter what, bikes are fucking sweet. and i can't wait to get one.

2003-09-23T23:34:00.000-04:00

i went paintballing over the weekend. it was kinda fun, but it also kinda sucked. unfortunately, my party got grouped with some other people who were complete douche bags. that kinda put a damper on it. i got hit a bunch of times, but that's ok. it barely even left a bruise.

i wrote what, in some circles, might be called a short story a while ago. it was impromptu kinda thing and only a draft. i figured i'd try to re-write it so it would be a little better. perhaps in the future i'll create another draft. perhaps one day it will be good.

in the deep dark of the pine and maple trees the snow piles up. no wind makes it into the trees to blow it away. the snow flies in the open areas. the flakes glisten in the dark, lit just enough by the moon. there are fields that seperate the bulk of the trees, and a road leading up into the hills. when the clouds break and the moon is full, a lone howl may pierce the crisp silence. when it no longer echoes in the valley all that's left is the wind.

i would take my dogs into the hills some nights. two irish setters. handsome dogs. with red shiny coats. the male, his coat is long. his feathers extend halfway down the length of his leg. his snout went grey early. but, even with years, he will run forever. now he is too old. waning vision and hearing have left him helpless. but once, he was marvelous. the female's hair is cropped shorter. she has no feathers and does not move as fast. but, she is more cunning. the male never strays too far from her.

i would strap on my cross country skis and my head lantern and head into the woods. gliding through the snow. trudging through the deep fields. up the hill of the road and into the maple and beech trees and along the pine.

i came upon a single coyote, legs deep in the snow. he stared, motionless, and didn't make a sound. our eyes locked. the dogs drew a beat on him, lifting their front right leg up and extending their neck to point their snouts in its direction. we did not advance, nor did he. the four of us stood there, as the wind howled around us. i began to shiver, as the sweat evaporated and the wind hit my face straight on. the coyote was also shivering, out in the open field. with no protection. i turned off my head lantern, so i could see him only by the light of the moon. his eyes reflected the moonlight, disappearing momentarily when he would blink. he moved suddenly and ran from us. i continued to ski, with the dogs trailing me, bounding through the deep snow.

2003-09-19T23:15:00.000-04:00

i had to run some errands this evening. i went to get gas, get cash out of the bank, and i got a sandwich. i park my car in the gated lot adjacent to my apartment at about 10:45PM. i begin the short walk to my apartment. i exit the lot and walk on to the sidewalk about 50 ft. from my apartment. there are two large gentlemen walking about 20 ft in front of me. i take a few steps on the sidewalk when one of the gentlemen turns around and notices me. he turns fully around and stops walking, while the other guy keeps walking. incidentally, the guy stopped right in front of the stairs to my apartment. he waits there. until i walk right up to him. when i get there, he says, "wus gon' on, man?" now, bear in mind, i have to stop, too, because the guy is blocking my way up the stairs to my apartment. so, i say, "nothin', man. i'm just goin' up to my apartment." thankfully, the guy kept walking after that. i have to say, this is the first time i've actually been nervous in my neighborhood. i wasn't quite sure what was going to happen. and, quite frankly, there was two of them and only one of me. the guy who stopped was my size, and the other was significantly bigger. he was built like a tight end. not a small guy. i bet they were just sizin' up the sandwich i had. it was good. so, i can see why they might have wanted it. our little secret, i also had my wallet and cell phone on me.

2003-09-07T23:07:00.000-04:00

i suppose it all started when i realized that change sucks. i don't want change in my wallet. it increases its girth. however, some change is not completely worthless. for instance, there is a single metal money that can be used for a number of purposes: parking meters, laundermats, the car wash. i'll give you a hint, it ain't pennies or nickels or dimes or quarters. wait, it's quarters. i'm sorry. either way, i decided to save the quarters i obtained and do away with the lesser change. however, i can't keep quarters in my wallet, or my pockets, because that sucks. when you walk, people can hear the change jingle with each step. and, that kinda rains on my parade when i'm in my ninja outfit and i'm sneaking up on some rouge samuris who have dishonored my family. the only logical solution is to push the quarters into a corner on one of the shelves in my apartment and stack them, on on top of the other. the first attempt failed. i stacked them to a considerable height and dubbed it the column of quarters. this column was not meant to be, and ultimately perished at imbalance's hand and fell. over $70 worth of quarters fell to the ground and, when rolled and cashed, funded a weekend trip to nyc (i.e. cab or subway ride, or bought me a cannoli, or fried chicken at sylvia's, or ended up in a stripper's g-string; well maybe not that last one, i prefer the bottomless places where you pay with credit card at the door, no i don't i like the library). after that weekend i realized that my mamma didn't raise no quiter. another column must stand. higher than the first. never to fall. to stand immovable for cernturies to come, or when i have to move out of my current apartment. whichever comes first. the current column stands 11.75" in height and is holding strong. it will never sway. it will never fall. unless i need money. strippers are really demanding. but, they don't love me. they only love my money.

2003-08-18T23:46:00.000-04:00

writers block is the pits. the saying "the pits" is also the pits. but, it reminds me of the old timey fun of the 30s and 40s when you could get a tuna salad sandwich and a massage from a hooker for just a nickle. i wonder if people who actually write well and who have had people read their writing lose inspiration the way i have these past weeks. did ernest hemingway ever feel that his soul was empty? that no one would care to share it. that it wasn't worth showing to the world. did f.scott fitzgerald ever say, "i suck a lot." did ben affleck and matt damon, while writing a script, ever think that there would be a time when they couldn't come up with a sassy new flick for all the boys and girls to jive to? probably. after all, hemingway did blow his head off with a shotgun. just like his father and his grandfather. so, you can't be too in love with yourself to feel like that's the thing to do. in honor of my hero of writing, i will try to think of something to write about and will try in vain to emulate his style.

the woods by my house are deep. in the winters the howl of a coyote will pierce the crisp night. when it no longer echoes in the valley all that's left is the wind. the snow flies in the open areas. the flakes glisten in the dark, lit just enough by the moon. the snow is deep. there are fields amidst the trees, and a road leading up into the hills.

i would take my dogs into the hills some nights. two irish setters. handsome dogs. with red shiny coats. the male, his coat is long. his feathers extend halfway down the length of his leg. his snout went grey early. but, even with years, he runs like he will never stop. the female's hair is cropped shorter. she has no feathers. but, she is more cunning. she is clearly the leader. the male will always circle back to her. i would strap on my cross country skis and my head lantern and head into the woods. gliding through the snow. trudging through the deep fields. up the hill of the road and into the maple and beech trees and along the pine.

moving along, with dogs, i came upon a single coyote, legs deep in the snow. he stared, motionless, and didn't make a sound. our eyes locked. the dogs drew a beat on him and stared him down. they did not advance, nor did he. the four of us stood there, as the wind howled around us. i began to shiver, as the sweat evaporated and the wind hit my face straight on. the coyote was also shivering, out in the open field. with no protection. i turned off my head lantern, so i could see him only by the light of the moon. his eyes reflected the moonlight, disappearing momentarily when he would blink. he moved suddenly and ran from us. i continued to ski, with the dogs trailing me, bounding through the deep snow.

2003-08-03T22:08:00.000-04:00

they have these great things at wegmans. they probably have them other places. so i guess that's irrelevant. but they have these frozen vegatable past combo things. pasta is full of carbs. but, i got a bag of it one time that had only about 3 noodles in it. that just goes to show you that nothing is perfect. not even frozen pasta and vegatable combo in a bag.

in the upstate new york winters, crooked lake freezes early. snow piles up. unless there's a thaw, the snow continues to pile. several feet of snow will seperate the creasted walking surface and the ice. the ice is always thick. walking is far from dangerous. one winter was cold and windy. little snow fell. what snow landed on the lake was blown off by the winter gale. the ice was smooth and bare. i had a little of childhood fun one afternoon running on the bare ice. and the end of a run i would jump. on frim ground i would have stopped dead upon landing. but when i landed on the ice i would slide. one slide went wrong. i didn't slide. my feet came out from under me. the back of my head hit the ice. hard. when i came to i was sliding on my back. there were bands of snow that cut diagonally across the lake. i hadn't noticed them before. i passed each band one by one, like you pass the dashed lines painted on the highway as you drive.

2003-07-28T23:52:00.000-04:00

i found myself in the middle of an interesting juxtaposition this evening. i went to wegmans the other day. my freezer was empty so i stocked up on meat for my nightly entrees. while in the beef section, i happened upon some veal. it looked pretty. i had never had veal. plus there's all the controversy surrounding it. i like being in the center of controversy. so i got some. i ate it tonight. it was tender. afterward i was still hungry. i ate a hot dog. the hot dog was not as tender.

the blockbuster i mentioned the other time. some clowns dropped a cherry bomb or something in the rental return box today and it exploded, sending debris flying up to 12 ft., reportedly. that was kind of a dickhead thing to do.

2003-07-26T01:07:00.000-04:00

i guess it was buzz-cut night at blockbuster. all these dudes had buzz-cuts, just like me. i guess they heard that i was the fucking coolest. they all had tattoos. i do not have any tattoos. i have scars, though. and a scar beats a tattoo any day. i walked up to this one kid with a tribal pattern around his bicep (he was probably just from manlius, and not from an island in the south pacific that has a number of warring tribes each of which require a unique tattoo for identification and having the wrong tattoo means you might catch a spear in the throat. also, he had a rice rocket. with the custom exhaust and the body kit. that shit don't come cheap. plus he had a sweet car stereo with the screen.) i was all, "hey, you got that tattoo at walking outrage. it's so contrived. see this (pointing to a sweet scar of mine). got knifed in a bar fight. with some bikers. you should see them. they're hella messed up." ok, i'm sorry. most of the previous is mostly untrue. which part is up to you. good luck.

5 months until christmas. get me something good. please. or don't. that's also ok. you just don't love me. fair enough.

2003-07-25T00:31:00.000-04:00

wegmans is pretty cool. it's a grocery store. just don't try to take pictures there. even personal ones for your own archives. they don't take kindly to it. once, in college, when a friend of mine who was studying abroad for a semester informed me and some others that he missed wegmans, we did a little photo shoot. you know, tasteful stuff. like, me with some ground beef. or, me in the tank with the lobsters. battling to the death. eventually, a representative of the wegmans corporation intercepted us to deliver this message: don't take pictures in wegmans, or i'll shiv you. actually, just don't take pictures. he was nice about it. even though he ruined our whole night. we got some good shots, though. they were once on the internet. perhaps they will be again.

my original point is, that the place is pretty cool. thank god for it, actually. otherwise i would pretty much just eat heated meat with bbq sauce on it and some frozen vegatable. but, wegamans has ready-made gourmet things and a great selection of other things that are already made. so, all i have to do is heat things up. and that's pretty much all i know how to do. when it's the summer and grills are sparked, then i get to look like the chef-er-oo becuase all you have to do is put stuff on the hot thing, flip it, and then it's done. since i have such experience with changing temperatures of things, it works out well.

no one knows about otisco lake. and it's nice. so, that's a shame. everyone has heard of the finger lakes. they're long and skinny. in valleys carved by glaciers. composed of pure crystal clear melted glacier, as old as the world itself. but, otisco lake is too small to count as one, i guess. for our purposes, it's a thumb lake. i don't care what anyone says. it's got a causeway. beat that, senaca lake. i had a friend when i was little who lived on otisco lake. i would go to his house and we would "play." i miss just playing. sometimes we would fight with sticks. when someone hits the stick you're holding hard, the vibrations hurt your hand. one of my favorite vistas has otisco lake in it. if you go to song mountain, in tully, ny. ride the triple chair. at the top of the triple chair you turn right. you see down the valley with otisco lake at the base. the hills are steep on either side and houses line the lake. the causeway is near no you, and seperates a lagoon from the rest of the lake. sometimes, you see cars drive across the causeway. in the winter, the tress have no leaves. from that distance they look just like sticks, and the snow blankets the ground on either side. if it hasn't been too windy, there is still snow on the iced-over lake. but, in windy winters, the snow is gone. and you can see the ice, gray and cold, all the way down the lake. in the spring the hills are fluffy and green with the new leaves. there are reflections of the clouds in the deep water. the water stays cold for a while. long after the summer gets hot. and there are no weeds that grow to the surface.

2003-07-21T23:40:00.000-04:00

again, it's been a while. i guess the problem has been that i can sleep now. if you've been paying meticulous attention to my blog entries, you may notice that most of the entries are made early in the AM. this is because i don't sleep well. in my youth, i could sleep like a rock. i could maintain sleep for 12 hours straight if i was tired enough. however, years of college and medical have shat on that lovely resting pattern. there were times that i wouldn't get 12 hours of actual sleep per week. sometimes i won't sleep for a few days. that sucks. when i do sleep, it's not for very long. until recently, i couldn't stay asleep for more than 2 hours. when i wake up, then it's hard to get back to sleep.

there's not much to do when it's really late and you can't sleep. the tv programming at 3AM blows, let me tell you. there aren't even any good movies on the pay channels. only the same soft porn flicks with the same women with really bad boob jobs and fucked up nose jobs and way too much collegen in their lip implants. those women are so gross. and everything around this town closes at about 10PM. so, you can't go anywhere that has something fun to do. so, you sit around your tiny apartment and try to come up with something that doesn't suck so much that it makes you cry. i couldn't think of anything. i started this blog. and it doesn't make me cry. too much.

do you know that they have armed guards at denny's? seriously. i went ther to get the lumberjack slam, and there were two dudes lookin' all sinister in their police uniforms without the specific police department insignia on them. plus, they were packin'. and sizin' me up. so, i figured i had to watch it while i was in there otherwise i might catch a bullet. i was probably safe. provided i watched my mouth. i do that most of the time. a girl in my class told me that i don't do anything that would make her mad. it just depends what "comes out of my mouth." keep in mind that she said this while she was trying to butter me up so i would help her move to her new apartment. so, think of the baseless abuse i had to endure when she was just being normal.

so, i've updated my blog. are you happy now, sophie?

2003-07-04T22:40:00.000-04:00

i know it's been a while. but, i'm sorry. sometimes, i'm not moved by the spirit and there's no creativity. i wonder if this ever happened to anyone who actually writes things that people like to read. like writers. do they ever fuck up? probably.

it got hot since the last time we spoke. for instance. right now. i'm sitting here typing. i'm naked. no, i'm wearing mesh shorts. no, a suit. no a wetsuit. no, actually just the shorts. but, i'm sweating. from every pore. i'm barely moving. just my fingers, you know? and everything on me is sweating. i have ac, and most would turn it on. but, i feel that, if you never expose yourself to the heat, you'll never get used to it. if you just go from one air conditioned place to another, you'll die of heat stroke every time your outside. and who wants to die of heat stroke that many times? heat stroke is no joke. it happened to this one bloke. i saw him almost croak. i took money from his wallet so that afterward he was almost broke. none of that actually happened. except that i've seen people with heat stroke. and heat exhaustion.

um, i got another speeding ticket. did i ever tell you about the first one? oh, well, this is my second this month. usually, i get one about every 6 months. i mean, you can only run from state troopers for so long. eventually they catch up to you. and oppress you with their unjust laws. and make fun of you. and hurt your feelings. and the passing mororists point and laugh. even though they have been driving like complete pricks and the only reason you were driving that fast is to get far away from those bastards who are endangering you and everyone else around them. but, do they get pulled over? no. i do. plus, i was going down a little hill. and my radar detector decided not to make noise. at least i didn't get hit with the billy club.

2003-06-14T00:31:00.000-04:00

i took my boards. whup-dee-fucking-doo.

i also bit the bullet. i threw away the pencil. i kissed it good-bye, too. i loved that pencil. but, young love is fleeting and meant to end. it loved me. or maybe it didn't. this whole time all i wanted was for it to love me. all i could think of was writing with it and using its eraser, holding it gently between my fingers. i yearned for its graphite to last forever. but, slowly, yet not slowly enough, the soul of this relationship dwindled as i used it to write notes, and address letters, and make a grocery lists. i couldn't make it stay. i can't replenish graphite. if i could i would. once a pencil wants to run out, then that's what it does. and if a pencil doesn't love you, then it doesn't. it will move on. and you have to let it.

i had another visitor tonight. again, i heard a story. again, someone requested money.

2003-06-06T03:12:00.000-04:00

i have to take my boards on June 13th. they are essentially a standardized test. i have to take and pass this test, and two more like it, in order to be lisenced to practice medicine in the united states. i also have to take them to graduate from medical school. also, residency programs look at your performance on this exam when they decide to accept you. much like the sat's and the mcat's or gre's. i have been studying rather hard for them. there's a point, though, when you really don't want to study any more. but, you know you should study some more. that's quite a conflict. studying sucks. especially for someone who has never been able to sit still or concentrate on one thing for an extended period of time.

i have become adept at finding ways to procrastinate. i will take the one empty can of soup out to the recycling bin, just to step outside of the apartment. making funny noises is also a good way to spend the time. it's not, really. but, when the only other choice is studying, it can seem really fantastic.

i have to get my sister a birthday gift tomorrow. she told me what she wants and gave me the directions on how to get it. it's complicated. i must past over the arid desert and sail the savage seas to find it. it will be an arduous journey, frought with peril. almost too perilous. but, i must press on. for if i don't, my sister will bitch and moan like you have never heard before, ever. i'm not kidding. if i don't get exactly what she wants then you may never hear from me again. there will be hell to pay.

i added a link to another blog. it's amy's blog and/or livejournal. she's really nice. she even reads my blog, or has read it once, at least.

she offered to be my administrative assistant. which is funny, because some people have said in the not too recent past that i could use an administrative assistant. what's even better, is that i didn't tell her that. so, it seems that yet another person thinks i need serious serious help.

some girls, actually they're women, i keep forgetting that people my age are young adults and not high school students anymore, and should be called young women or men. maybe not me, though. i mean, i still think farts are funny and, one day in the cafeteria, i used my bottle of soda to make whistling noises, and then when some ladies turned their head to notice, i blamed some poor innocent guy sitting with me. then, when the ladies turned their attention back to what they were doing, i made the noise with the bottle again and then scolded the guy for doing it again. granted, this was funny. really really goddamn funny. but, it was infantile, as the guy who i blamed pointed out. he thought it was funny, though. and it's not like anyone for a second actually thought it was him. everyone knew it was me. which makes it even funnier.

but, these girls suggested that i get an assistant. it's probably because i never know what the date is, and when we have to fill our the test sheets, i always ask them what the date is. then they make fun of me, which is mean, but they tell me the date eventually. and one time i broke my pencil and cursed and they yelled at me. then they said i should get an assistant. i mentioned to them that sometimes, when i need to, i ask the administrative assistants in the lab office to do things for me, they got mad. that's a little frustrating. i was just doing what they told me to do. plus, i am an employee of the lab. so, it's ok.

but, there's a deeper force at work here. i must seem unorganized, or something, to people. the whole "what's the date?" thing is probably just the tip of the iceberg. in my defense, when you hardly sleep, the days fuse. what's one day as opposed to the other when there's no clear partition? one lives in a single extent of time, rather than in discrete quanta.

or, i'm just a whacko and can't remember simple things and need someone to hold my hand. that could be true. it's like with chocolate donuts. i really like chocolate donuts. once i start eating chocolate donuts, i won't stop myself. either my current supply of chocolate donuts will lapse, or someone will restrain me. blocking my access to the chocolate donuts. i have no control over my consumption of chocolate donuts. do you see what i'm saying?

2003-06-02T00:36:00.000-04:00

i guess there's a sign on my door that says, "come on in." another guy knocked on my door with a story and ultimately wanted money. he was really tall. he said he was going to work and his car ran out of gas. he wanted me to give him money for gas. the guy was well dressed and clean. i always feel a little bad when things like this happen and i don't give people the money. what if someone's story is legit. but, you have to play the law of averages with this. odds are, it's bullshit. so, what can i do? either way it's a shame. i guess this is why no one else in my apartment complex opens their blinds. well, the people in the one-bedroom apartments on the ground floor (like me) don't open their blinds. except for me of course.

i found out this weekend that all quilted northern tiolet paper has hearts on it. at least in the city of syracuse, one cannot purchase plain quilted northern, or quilted northern with a big knife, or a muscle car, or a big knife and a muscle car, or a muscle car AND a heart with a big knife through it. that's a little dissapointing. i got a lot of tiolet paper, too. so, i'll be up to my asshole it hearts for a while now.

i have a confession to make. i've yet to discard my favorite pencil, even though it is less than two inches long, and i bought a box of brand new #2 pencils. they're really nice, but they just don't have the allure of the old pencil. it's like when you really like a girl, and you're dating. you see other girls and you recognize that they're attractive, but you're not really attracted to them. because you really like the other girl. the girl you're with. and, let's face it, she's pretty hot, too. and, unless you see someone hotter than her, who gives a shit, really? i'm just kidding. mostly.

2003-05-25T01:37:00.000-04:00

well, i guess i'll write in the blog. another tale of driving. it'll be short. i got a chance to drive a friend's german sports sedan tonight. timing was perfect. as soon as i pulled onto the highway (with every intention of driving fast) a guy in another german sedan pulled up behind me (with every intention of driving fast). he began tailgating me. what am i supposed to do? drive fast, that's what. so, that's what i did. i had to admire the guy, though. he had some balls. he kept up with me. luckily for him, i was in someone else's car. so, i behaved myself. relatively. if it were my car, i would have put him to bed.

the trip was successful in the sense that i made my friend piss his pants. that's funny. ok, he didn't really piss his pants. but, after we got back, he had to pee really really bad.

2003-05-18T01:32:00.000-04:00

i realize that the blogs have been rather infrequent lately. i'm sorry. the truth is, things worth writing about are rather infrequent these days. my guess is that you don't really care about what i learned or reiterated today, or the days previous. so, i'm sparing you the boredom that i experience every day.

but anyway. last year i kinda befriended a cocaine dealer who worked my neighborhood. i met him one day when i was studying outside on my steps. when i do this, i inevitably meet some interesting character. it's usually a homeless person asking for money. sometimes it's a drunk. one day, a guy walked up to me. he smelled of booze. he walked up to me. sat down beside me. and began talking. the short version of the story is that his girlfriend left him because he refused to stop dealing cocaine. basically, he was really upset, had been drinking heavily for two days straight, and wanted someone to talk to someone. there i was. so, we talked. at the end of the connersation, he told me that i could come to him if anyone ever messed with me. over the summer, i saw him rather often. and saw that he did deals on the corner. at some point, he vanished. i feared that he was either in jail or dead. i saw him the other day, though. he said he was doing well. he even remembered me and things about me. so, that was a nice story, in a sense. i'm glad he's not dead. but, he shouldn't be dealing drugs. as someone in my eighth grade health class said, "drugs are bad news, guys." so poignant.

um......take care.

2003-05-12T00:38:00.000-04:00

yo, the block is hot all over. i came across some violence this weekend and i want to tell everyone about it. needless to say, from that intro, there has been a growing number of violent crimes in the city of syracuse. from what i understand, a considerable portion of it is gang-related. and that's sad. it tarnishes the pristine image of our fair and innocent city. never again will we be able to walk our streets and feel the crisp breeze of safety and protection. we have entered the real world. we might be an actually city now. seriously, though. it's worse than it use to be, i guess.

while driving to a bbq this saturday, there were a number of young gentlemen, 2 groups, yelling at each other. one faction was occupying a house, while the other was in the street and possessed an automobile (a red jeep cherokee, which i later realized had a shattered rear window). one of the gentlemen from the house faction was standing out in front of the house with a broom of some sort that lacked the broom portion. so, it was essentially a stick. he was yelling at this one guy from the street faction, who was holding something in his right hand. it didn't take too long for the guy who was holding something to throw it. it was a rock. he threw it at the house. at that point, the people from the street faction took off. they bolted. but, the people in the car couldn't start up quite fast enough. the kid with the stick runs up to the car and hits the car with the stick. it was not that substantial a weapon, as it turns out, because it broke into 3-4 pieces upon impacting the side of the car. i couldn't tell from my vantage point whether the car actually sustained any damage. interestingly (well, in a sense), last night there was a lot of activity. sirens blared in and through my neighborhood all night and the news reported that there were several "incidents" involving young people and firearms last night. so, i am curious as to whether the incident i witnessed escalated into those other incidents.

also, when i was driving home from doing my laundry, three sheriff's patrol cars had this one car boxed in at the drive thru of the tully burger king. in tully. crime. dramatic incidents. that's crazy. nothing has ever happened there, ever.

i had another bit i wanted to write about but i've forgotten it because i'm tired and i need sleep. perhaps i'll remember later.

2003-05-07T01:47:00.000-04:00

i wish i didn't have to study. if only there were a way i could know everything ever naturally. that would be sweet. instead, to know everything ever i have to read it over and over again. it's not fun. at all. for the past several weeks i've done nothing but wake up, study, then go to bed. sometimes i eat. other times i work out. but mostly, it's just studying. alone. in my apartment. the worst part is that i have over a month of the same exact routine to go. it's only going to get worse. i'm completely out of it. when the normal people i know ask me about things that happen in the real world, i have no idea. "hey, did you hear that california fell into the ocean and zimbabwae got hit by the moon?" "no, i didn't hear that. that's crazy. i hope everyone is ok." or, "did you hear that you lost all your limbs?" "that's news to me. how do things like that happen?" but, i know what percentage of people in this country have no health care (15%, if you're interested), that one fourth of all cases of ischemic heart disease present as sudden cardiac death, and that cooperative play in children typically begins after 4 years of age. put that in your pipe and smoke it, people with lives.

2003-05-02T00:01:00.000-04:00

i realized the other day that my toilet paper has hearts on it. it's not like i shit that much. so, i can buy tp in bulk and it lasts a while. i can't even remember when i purchased this particular batch of tp. so, i have been wiping my ass with hearts for a while now. who puts hearts on tp? who wants hearts on tp? i have no complaints about the tp itself. it is thinck and soft. it's like wiping your ass with a pillow. especially since my skin is so sensitive. nobody wants an abraded choda (aka grundle, aka perineum). but, hearts? jesus christ. hearts are supposed to be that sort of cheesy romantic that wells up around valentine's day. even if you're in to that, why would you want to smear your own feces, or have your loved smear his/her feces on it? that kinda profanes the whole vibe, doesn't it? plus, i have machismo to maintain. if someone comes over, they're sittin' on my shitter thinking about how hard-ass i am, they see the very innocent and loving artistic pattern, that person may change their mind about me. and we can't have that.

2003-04-27T00:46:00.000-04:00

driving in the fog is fun. i grew up in a small town across the street from a farmers field. not that my family was roughing it, or anything. we didn't live in a shed. but, it wasn't an urban area, or even a suburb. there were no streetlights, or even sidewalks. and that was pretty much the theme for about a 20 mile radius. late night rides home were always fun. all you had to light your way were the high beams of your automobile. there's no telling what might happen. small to medium sized critters could jump out of the trees at any moment. you had to have cat-like reflexes otherwise you'd be burying something in a ditch on a nightly basis. it's the same thing throughout upstate new york. once you get out of the syracuse city limits and the affluent suburbs that surround that metropolis, it's damn rural. i love driving on route 20 out into madison county. the road winds in and out of small towns and over drumlins and across glacial valleys. when there's a fog it's like driving in a cloud, as you change elevation you move in and out of the fog. sometimes it's so think you have to creep along at a snail's pace and even your fog lamps only make things worse. you step out of the car and turn off the lights and you can't see your hand in front of your face. tonight while driving back from an engagement at someone's house, i was reminded of days of yore. i hadn't driven in the fog for some time.

2003-04-24T00:49:00.000-04:00

i added a new link. it's for a blog. it's sophie's blog. sophie taylor's blog. when she's not minding the bullocks or running up the apples and pears, she takes that look off her boat and manages to write a tick in her blog. granted, i might be in a wee bit of barney for saying this, but this limey is quite loonie. i'll sit here unassuming eating my scones and drinking my tea, right after i'm done coarsing with some pikers. afterwards we'll blag a bookie's in picadily circus. for dinner we'll eat hagus. wait, that's scottish.

i think it would be pretty cool to be able to fight with a sword. any kind of sword will do. i'm quite partial to the katana blade or anything from the oriental martial arts. when i see people do it it looks so elegant. there is a beauty and an art to it that i find alluring. we'll forget for a second that the entire point of it is to cut someone open. a guess it would also be cool to fight with a broadsword, like they did in the middle ages. i wouldn't want to wear armor, though. that would limit my mobility. i understand that without the armor i would be considerably more vulnerable to getting a swrod in the heart, but that's a risk i'm willing to take. i figure, to be a great warrior, you have to be willing to die. i read that somewhere. so, fighting sans armor i would be able to face my opponent at my best, yet would risk death. do you see what i'm getting at? i don't think this segment came across the way i had hoped. for that, i'm sorry. and very disappointed. very very disappointed.

this happened a while ago, but it bothered me so much i might as well tell the world. because, the entire world reads this. i know. they just do it on a very limited number of computers. they clearly have logged on in 70 large groups at this point and took turns reading this. anyway, i was walking to class one day. i walked by the entrance of one of the local hospitals and a nurse walked out. she was smoking. i've seen that before. it wasn't terribly shocking. i know doctors who smoke. there are plenty of classmates of mine who smoke. she turned and i was able to see her in profile. i realized she was pregnant. really pregnant. so pregnant you can't help but look at her and ask her, "jesus christ, lady. who the hell knocked you up?" that's how pregnant she was. and she was smoking. in short, smoking is very bad for you, ok.

i'm flattered by the unexpectedly roaring response i've received for my blog. i'm well aware that's it's the same 4 people logging on repeatedly. i know them all. well. but, i'd like to pretend, for a second, that the opposite is true. irregardless, i would like to thank everyone who's reading this. it makes me feel very special. very very special.

2003-04-22T01:02:00.000-04:00

i think it may be time to say good-bye to the last pencil left from my college career. i've been avoiding it because it holds a certain sentimental value. i've been rationing the pencil use in my apartment because i want this pencil to last. it's no more than 2 inches at present. it strains me just to hold it. it alone may lead to carpel tunel syndrome. that's not cool. sitting in the chair at my desk is bad enough because it lacks cushioning. but now the added effort of using a tiny pencil is wearing on me. so, i may have to put my intense feelings for this pencil aside and put it down. it's become like a pet i don't want to put to sleep. but, it can't walk and now it's shitting on the carpet every 6 hours. someone has to do the humane thing here. again, that's so horrible. how could anyone say that.

seeing as i have nothing else to talk about, i'll tell a little story. on purpose, i once asked for my drive-thru order at taco bell to go. the lady on the other end of the intercom didn't really get the joke. so, when i drove thru to pick up my order i had to explain: 1) that it was a joke, and 2) why it was funny. that really ruined it.

2003-04-19T15:23:00.000-04:00

this has been a good week for stories. i went to dinner last night with a bunch of people. it was a biker bar/bbq joint. we had a large party so we had to wait by the bar a bit. it was ok because there was a band and a lot of people to talk to. i was standing by my one friend, bryan, and he was talking to this girl who was there. in the midst of the conversation he gives her a squint or something that some random guy happened to see. the guy then gets in bryan's face and asks if he "knows what his problem is." he said that a few times. there was a period of about at least 10 seconds where i thought that this guy was going to take a swing at bryan. he had that "start a fight" look on his face. bear in mind that bryan, though a good shit and don't bust his chops, is not quite used to such situations. so, rest assured that bryan is flipping out. i decide to move over to and stand next to bryan to have his back. i was seriously ready to hit this guy if he even twitched the wrong way. for whatever reason, this guy was suddenly placated and very very jovial. i decided to stick around to make sure everything was ok. the guy told us that he was in this band and repeatedly told us how good the band is and, more specifically, how good he is. he plays drums and sings. he even sang a song for us. allegedly, he was recently on the howard stern show. i don't know. i don't listen to that show. it was clear that the guy was intoxicated. i was suspicious that he was also under the influence of some other substances. after some questioning, bryan and i discovered that he had also smoked some weed and taken some ecstasy (2 pills, which i also doubt because if he took that much he would probably be in the emergency room). he claimed to have over $900 worth of pills in his pocket. neverthless, he was rather incoherent. but, it was interesting and once he wasn't hostile it was sort of fun to talk to him.

2003-04-17T00:00:00.000-04:00

ok, here's a story. finally something interesting happened in my neighborhood. it has been a little warmer these days and that always brings out the crazies. it's about midnight. i'm studying. i get a knock on my door. it's this dude smoking a cigarette. he's relatively incoherent so he's not exactly speaking clearly. but, from what i gathered, he was trying to inform me that the guy who lives across the street from me was just released from prison after serving his sentence for a rape conviction. i leave my blinds open because i don't like to feel closed in during long nights of studying. i'm one of the only people in my apartment complex who does this. apparently this rapist guy who lives across the street has been watching my every move tonight and knows exactly what i've been doing. granted, i haven't been doing much. just sitting at my desk studying. allegedly, his exact words, "i've been watching his every move." so, the guy at the door seemed like he was trying to warn me about this other guy. he told me to "watch out for that motherfucker." then the guy at the door asked me for money to go to fort drumm so he can get back in the military. i didn't give him any money.

this kind of thing happened last year. the one week in april that is got really warm, i got two late night visits from interesting characters. the one guy told me he needed a gas can and was willing to sell me his coat in order to obtain the money to buy it. his lead in was whether or not i knew the guy who lived in my apartment before me, who he said he was looking for. the person who lived in my apartment immeadiately before me was a woman. another lady that week just knocked on the door and asked for money. no story, no attempt at charm. could she get some money? that's it.

2003-04-14T23:57:00.000-04:00

the socks are dry. i folded them and put them away neatly.

i also got pencils.

2003-04-13T23:12:00.000-04:00

i need to learn how to let things finish in the dryer. i have this problem. i'm impatient. therefore, i cannot help but end things before they've completed. the most recent manifestion of this flaw is the socks. i don't let the dryer dry my socks. i have to get shit done. i can't wait for my socks to dry. but, that doesn't make my socks any less wet. so now, i have to find places in my apartment to hang damp socks so they can air-dry. that means there are socks all over the place. i can't turn my head without seeing some socks. they are decent socks, so i guess it's not a real problem. plus, they don't smell, or anything. i just cleaned them. so, they are nice and clean. but, as i said, not dry.

i may officially be retarded. remember the thing i said aboutneeding pencils? well, i was in officemax the other day and didn't get any. so, i am still sans pencils. also, i have a lot of trouble remembering people's names. i don't know what their names are. in college, i'd always forget to get things at the grocery store. i had a philosophy that went a little something like this. i will want everything i need. therefore, if i purchase whatever strikes my fancy, i will obtain everything i need. right? it didn't seem to work out that way. i would come home with a ton of donut holes and sugary cereals and oatmeal cream pies. but, i wouldn't be able to wipe my ass because i forgot to get toilet paper. the realization of all i had forgotten would always hit me as soon as i returned from the store. that is a horrible feeling. i shouldn't be purchasing donut holes anyway. whenever i get a box i end up housing it as soon as a get home. then no more donut holes until i go to the store again. that's not healthy behavior.

while we're on the subject. when i was little, and i'd go to the grocery store with my mom, i'd always ask her to get things. she would let me get a few things. but, most of my requests were shot down. quickly. the usual excuse would be something like, "you'll get tired of it, " or "you won't like it." bullshit. i know what i like and what i don't like. so, when i got the chance to do my own shopping, i decided to get even. i make a lot of impusle buys. i buy stuff i've never even heard of. but, i found something out. my mom was right. i buy stuff, eat the hell out of it for a few days then i forget about it. the craving is gone. i bought some applesauce that i didn't open for a year. i had one serving of it. that was about 4 months ago.

2003-04-10T00:54:00.000-04:00

i want to say a quick thank you. there's a person who's meant a lot to me these past few years. this person is the reason i got through college and these first few years of medical school. sadly, i don't think there's any way i can express how strongly i feel. george foreman, your innovative contertop griller has saved my life. i have so many fond memories of flesh i have seared on it's grooved non-stick surface (also a quick thank you to dinosaur bbq with whose bbq sauces i have smothered so many a meat dish). granted, you may not have contributed to the design or the engineering of this product. granted, you may have only contributed some of the funds to the development of this product. granted, you may have only lent your name to the product post-development in some sort of clever marketing scheme. no matter what, you have vision. the vision to get behind something with real potentail. something that has changed lives. even though it is highly unlikely that you actually had anything to do with this, your name alone has solidified its success. what if it were mike tyson's grill? no one wants to buy that shit. but george foreman reeks of honor and integrity. you stood toe-to-toe with the greatest of all time, cassius clay, muhammed ali. now you have a fucking SWEET grill.

2003-04-09T00:52:00.000-04:00

before i went to college, my mom called up a friend of hers who had a few daughters older than me who had already been to college. my mom thought that this lady new everything about everything. so, this lady knows what you bring to college, if you are going. based on this lady's advice, my mom went all over the place to get crap for me to bring to college. she got everything, ever, and crammed it into some boxes and those milk crates that are a prerequisite to attending college. everything from paper-clips to anti-diarrheal medicine. she got me this huge box of pencils. when i actually found this while unpacking at the dorm, i promised myself that the box would last me all the way through med school. well, i guess i've broken that promise. i'm down to my last pencil. i suppose it's been a good run. but, i'm kinda sad. also, i don't know where they sell pencils anymore. i haven't purchased pencils in over 5.5 years. so, i have to put some research in so i can continue writing things. i hate pens. so, if i don't find pencils i'm fucked.

thanks to a wicked ice storm every place in upstate new york was out with power over the weekend. well, i happened to be in a little pocket of hope because my power was always on. saturday morning, my mother and sister decided they were going to come to my apartment to take a shower, becuase they were without power. i was at work. so, i was not at home. but, my sister, while she was here, decided she was going to snoop around. she happened upon my "shelf of remotes" on which i have placed the remotes i have. well, this shelf has been the topic of discussion many a time. my sister accused me of having OCD, as many have before. listen, can it. that's how you arrange remotes. there's no other way. if you're not doing it that way then you're in the wrong. i also like other things aligned properly. people think it's funny to come over to my apartment and align things improperly, and that itsn't cool. i have aligned things in equilibrium with the cosmos. if you alter that, then the universe may end. i'm not kidding. if the axis tips and the fucking sun hits you in the eye, you want be so pleased with yourself. will you?

2003-04-06T22:11:00.000-04:00

it was asshole day again on the roads. i got tailgated by this guy in a chevy conversion van doing 90. what the hell was that guy thingking? he's in a conversion van. he may have a tv in there, some sweet curtains, and a cannibus-scented futon the ladies love. but, he also has a high center of gravity. that thing isn't designed to take curves at 90. he'll flip his ass into the forest if he isn't careful. don't worry, though, and i know you're worried. i took him.

oh, i saw the guy from the gym the other day. he was in the library. i saw that he had an in-patient braclet on. my guess is that he's an in-patient at the local psychiatric hospital and he has certain privledges that allow him to leave every once in a while. or, he was recently released from an in-patient stay. either way, it seams as if he has some considerable psychiatric problems. oh, that reminds me of a funny story. the local psychiatric hospital, in conjunction with one of the local apartment buildings and the social services department, has devised a program for those with psychiatric disorders who have been institutionalized to help them ease their way back into a life. the program allots a certain number of apartments in the aforementioned building for recently discharged psychiatric patients. the patients live there under the watchful eye of social services and must report for periodic evaluations with a psychiatrist. a number of other medical students live in this same building. one girl in my class is actually the only non-patient on her floor. she's kinda scared. on second thought, i guess that isn't very funny. she's scared. and being scared isn't reallt that funny. at least not all the time.

about the picture. that's me. or is it? i'm at my workstation, or at the wheel of my ferrari or my nuclear-power soviet attack submarine. you must understand something, though. all my life i've been plagued by a lack photogenicity. in pictures i always look like i have down's syndrome or someone has just shot me in the back of the head. sadly, that was the best image i was able to muster. please do not make unfair presumptions regarding my physical appearance. once i find my natural energy in front of the camera i have every intention of pursuing a career as a male model. i may also need plastic surgery that files my chin to a needle-fine point and enhances my cheek-bones. also, i should get some collagen lip injections. that would be sexy. right?

i was quite disturbed the other day when i realized that i was required to set my clocks ahead one hour. that was out of the blue. i never remember things like that. sometimes it's cool. like, in the fall, or something, when you set the clocks back, and gain sleep. other times it's a son of a bitch. like yesterday, when you set the clocks forward. i wish they would send me an e-mail about a week before so i could prepare myself, emotionally, for the struggle that lies ahead. not in the fall, though. i like the elation i fell when i realize, surprisingly, that i get to sleep an extra hour. it makes life worth living. i can't tell you how wonderful the feeling is.

i think that the jackass movie may be the greatest cinematic acheivment in the last 10 years. granted, it's infantile and, most of the time, blatantly offensive (like when the guy shits himself in the van). but, it's honest about what it is. it's not pretentious. it doesn't pretend to be anything more. a lot of movies that actually suck, and everyone knows that they suck, pretend to be brilliant. and i'm just not fooled.

it has recently come to my attention that "flash" is the name of a programming language. not only that, but the helicopter flash game is written in that language. hence the name, helicopter flash game. i still don't care. the game is about crashing and not crashing. so, i still think it should be called the helicopter CRASH game. that makes sense. no one cares about how the guy made it.

2003-04-04T01:37:00.000-05:00

i'm starting to get really pissed at the helicopter flash game. i was formerly very good at the game. my high score is 6500. apparently, that's pretty good. i wish they posted high scores on the website so i knew how a stood relative to the rest of the population. at least as compared to the portion of the population who plays the helicopter flash game. though, no one i know has been able to top that. one guy i know, who is pretty much an idiot savante at the game, has come close by surpassing 5000. it's become quite a rivalry between myself and the rest of the people i know. anyway, back to my original point. if you play it, you will eventually realize that some of the configurations of obstacles are non-navigable. and that pisses me off. give me a break. the game fucks you. it fucks you. what am i supposed to do? and i've been getting a lot of such configurations lately. so, i'm not exactly too happy at the helicopter flash game at the moment. however, the game and i often have our spats. but, we always make up. it's really sweet.

i was at the gym the other day and this strange guy who managed to sneak in decided he wanted to follow me around and give me advice on my work-out. he was a really weird guy. allegedly he smelled like beer. i couldn't tell. my guess is that the intense smell of ass overpowerd the smell of malted hopps and i didn't notice. and beleive me, that gym smells like rank ass. it's a tiny little room with no ventilation. and pretty much only dudes go there. every once in a while someone without a penis manages to get lost and end up in there and everyone in there with a penis has no idea what to do. it's like we've been in prison and a tender young boy who's been prosecuted as an adult just started his sentence (that's the most horrible thing i've ever heard. how could i say that?) anyway, the guy followed me around and gave me advice/encouragement. though he was strange, he gave me some good advice. he showed me another exercise for my calves, more specifically my anterior tibialis muscle, which i've been neglecting. also, he complemented my thighs. i guess that's good. i'd rather receive that complement from a lovely young lady. even though i'll take what i can get these days, there are certain limits. a guy i know who works at the gym later told me that they had to kick the guy out because he was following other people around and bothering them.

2003-04-02T01:03:00.000-05:00

i want to say a few things about the links i've posted.

a person's name signifies a friend of mine with a web page/blog. i'll warn you. those kids are fucking crazy. i wouldn't put a small rodent in the room with any of them. seriously, they aren't safe.

helicopter flash game. a simplistic yet beautiful game in which you control a budget helicopter, uncabable of maintaining it's altitude. you must maneuver through a labyrinth of obstacles. if you get a high score then that's wicked pissah. i think it should be called helicopter CRASH game. what the hell does flash have anything to do with anything? there's no flash. i've played that game a whole hell of a lot and i have never seen any flash. you are attempting not to crash. crash, therefore, is more relevant to the game. am i the only one? in conclusion, i have spent many a lonely night with this game as my only comfort. it is very special to me and i hope i can marry it one day.

homestar runner. this is one of the funniest things i've ever seen. granted, you have to be immune to offense when they make fun of people who are a little "slow." my favorite character is strong bad (the shirtless man wearing the mexican wrestling mask). i wish i had a mexican who had a mask he used when he wrestled. then i would have a cool voice and no one would know what my face looked like. i think that would add an air of mystery to my persona. like getting a high score on the helicopter flash (CRASH) game, that would be wicked pissah.

a word on driving fast. i like it. a lot. i find it exhilirating. i won't tell you the extent to which i have taken this obsession with speed. you may find it disturbing. i will say that i am sort of like the great white whale to the new york state police's captain ahab.

apocolypse now is the greatest movie ever made. plus, the book on which it is based, heart of darkness, is also sweet. if you you want to watch or read, respectively, that is really spooky, check those out. both are really intense.

i sense that this blog is turning more into a free-writing session rather than simply a chronicle of my daily events and insights into my past. if you're worried about that, don't be. when the time is right, i will regail you with chilling tales of my past and in depth analysis of daily events. however, at the moment, my days consist primarily of sitting in a classroom. as i'm sure many of you can imagine, that isn't particularly exciting, so few worthwhile stories originate from such a life. every once in a while something interesting happens in my neighborhood. there have been a few shootings. i was a quasi-witness to one. i heard it happen and then saw the guy run away from a distance. however, the neighborhood has been rather quiet lately. that's probably a good thing for those concerned with general safety and not catching a bullet in there ass. but, i haven't had a new good story to tell in a while. for your sake, i'll keep my eyes and ears open.

oh, wait. i thought of something. one of the intersections near my apartment caved in. they've been fixing it for the past week and a half. luckily no one was hurt. so, checking it out was kinda fun.

if there actually any people reading this who don't know me, and even if you know me, i guess it would be ok if you asked questions or something in the guestbook. i would do my best to address all questions promptly in a web entry. that, of course, assumes that 1) people actually visit this thing, 2) they actually read the entries, and 3) they are interested in leaving a message on the guest-list. stranger things have happened.

2003-03-31T00:27:00.000-05:00

so, this is a blog. very interesting. i suppose, since this is the first entry, i should include a little introduction. however, i would like to preface this intro with a few warnings. 1) i don't spell. at all. so, if you see a word that is spelled incorrectly, please don't eat my lunch. somehow i skipped the part in school where you learn words, what they mean, and how they're spelled. because of this simple fact, i have every intention of showing reckless disregard for the rules of grammar. 2) i'm not terribly creative. so, if you're expecting the intricacies of james joyce, perhaps you should look elsewhere. honestly, it's doubtful if i will exceed the sophistication of mtv's jackass. but, i thought that was pretty funny, so maybe that isn't a bad thing.

i was born in bethesda, md. i grew up in tully, ny. i went to cornell university in ithaca, ny. during those years things happened. perhaps i will regail memories of such events when they are relevant to a blog entry.

ok, i'm currently a medical student. i like pipetting liquids (if you know what that means you may or may not be cool). so, i spend some of my time doing that, too.

i'm not a big fan of cats. but, dogs are cool. but not small yip-yip dogs. quite frankly, those piss me off (i mean no disrespect to those who enjoy little yip-yip dogs).

also, the beach is cool. and also the mountains when there's snow. even when there isn't snow and the grasses grow and the flowers are in bloom. i've never been to the desert so i can't really say what that's like. oh, wait. i went to new mexico once. i flew into albequerque and drove north through the mesa. it wasn't very memorable. everything was flat and dry and tan was the only color visible. i went to colorado recently and i have to say that denver isn't very picturesque. nor is salt lake city. at the base of the mountains in the valley, there's nothing but dirt and it's flat until beyond the horizon (which must be pretty far considering how flat it is).

to show that i'm not a complete clown and i am somewhat cultured, i like impressionist painting. monet is your money. i was fortunate enough to go to paris and see some of his work at the musee d'orsey. plus, i've seen his stuff at the metropolitan museum of art in NYC. i love the way that seemingly random brush strokes of color form faint images. plus, i find his use of soft colors very soothing. i bought a few prints at the local store in the mall and i hang them on the wall in my apartment. i think it's funny to suggest that they are originals. also, i really like ernest hemingway. well, i like his writing. he is by far my favorite writer. i've read almost all of his work. i appreciate his terse yet descriptive prose and his lack of bullshit. at times during this blog i will attempt to emulate his unprecedented stylings, though certainly in vain.

well, ok. this is the first, but not the last, entry. please know that any entry may suck. you never know. that's the risk you take when you read this. and really, that's the excitement in this.

so, big gulps, huh. all right. welp, see you later.