Old Titleless Gunter Log XVI

NB: before you start making sweeping generalizations about the south, it's always a good idea to give a thought to exactly where certain states - like, say, tennessee - happen to lie.

yet *another* of the many signs that it's probably about time to seek some help: you have yet to unpack your closet from the *last* inspection.

and speaking of inspections, why must i continually be asked if i'm ready for tomorrow's when it should be painfully obvious that i have yet to reach the 'i care' point?  is this a russian thing?  on a related note, since when is it acceptable to visit only when you'd like to borrow something?
    // 08 addition:  i wish my vacuum cleaner had had a camera on it, 'cause i'd love to know how it got so torn up.

use a man according to his desserts and who will escape a whipping?
    — hamlet

it's ok if you believe in that soul thing, just don't take it too far.
    — someone not particularly known for his tact
(luckily though this wasn't said to/about *me*, so i only needed to get annoyed.)

you're such a mystery.  why can't i unlock the door?
(there's so much more to this than i ever dreamed.)
    — warrant

The Derka Derka Park Place Log

literally the moment we crossed into pennsylvania the snow started to fall.  it was a fitting welcome.

balls to the wall.  one of those phrases that it's probably best not to really think about.  i'm just saying.

note to self: when claiming a bed, leave no doubt that it's claimed.  oh, and bring a towel.

no vodka is more difficult to find than the vodka which doesn't exist.  ("well then what was i drinking?")

with no hesitation, she tasted the just-spilled-on-the-floor drink to help ascertain the responsible party.  talk about dedication.  of course, why she repeated the testing after identifying it is likely best not speculated about.

by show of hands, who's had this happen to them:  i'll never fall asleep.  i'll never fall asleep.  i'll never fall asleep.  i'll never fall asleep.  i'll never fall asleep.  i'll never fall asleep.  i'll never fall asleep. i'll never--  oh, look: i'm awake.

"does anyone have a phone so we'll know time it is?"
(sigh)  a little part of me died when i realized what i had asked.

i managed twenty funs (max three-second gust) by myself and twenty-two in a small group.  not bad, but there's definitely room for improvement.  as an aside, you'd be surprised how many people thought i was answering my phone while going down the hill.

and here i thought i wouldn't again see someone drink hard alcohol like water.  i wonder what else i'm mistaken about...

yeah, you scoffed at the "anime fighter", but i didn't hear any complaints once you discovered dizzy.  the teddy bear i dropped on your head was lagniappe.

drive through red!  drive through blue!  don't hit anything!  drift more!  what's up?!  (if it had it, that one definitely would've been a Super Drift Run.)

admittedly too late of a warning for some, beware oscar the ninja squirrel, who attacks homes when least expected.

Old Titleless Gunter Log XV

poohy  adj.   an emotion somewhere between sad and depressed which is usually accompanied and/or caused by physical ickiness
    — sorry - i forgot to ask if she'd mind my giving her credit, so it really wouldn't be right for me to mention that this is em's creation.  d'oh!

another of the many signs that it's probably about time to seek some help: it suddenly dawns on you that you are in fact conceited, and instead of doing something constructive about this, you successfully convince yourself that it's one of your many endearing qualities.
    // 08 addition:  it's possible i've mellowed over the years, but i'm kinda hoping it's just a phase...

there is nothing good nor bad but thinking makes it so.
    — hamlet

you know you're at a party whenever you notice someone convincing not only themselves but those around him that a floating-away balloon is the moon.

wanted: evolutionary biologist.  must be intelligent, able to deal with new situations with a certain amount of aplomb, and have a knack for not getting eaten by extremely cool-looking blood-thirsty beasts.  oh, and good-looking.

btw, if you're gonna send money to canada, make sure you get an *international* money order.

many people worry about what others say, some worry about what others do, few about how others feel.
    — john reinhold

though it pains me to say this, we've got a whole lot of yahoos living in the dorms.  (pause)  what's that?  you'd like an example?  well, let's just say that whenever someone gets two - no, make that two and a half - marriage proposals for the sole purpose of getting BAQ, it's about time to go home.
    (and i *still* think we should trade off...)
    // 08 addition:  if someone remembers what i was trading off, feel free to let me know.

[now that i'm on exchange, feel free to re-add me to your personal address book.  as well as respond to the last survey.  (pout)  i've only received seven.  or are the survey blitzmails just a bad idea in general?]
    // 08 addition:  oh, what a difficult, difficult time the AF was.

Old Titleless Gunter Log XIV

welcome to my mind...
    — freejack
[this is an encore presentation of *my* sayings.]

reputation is a fickle lady, and once she averts her eyes she may never again look at you with the longing you desire.

when a society can no longer recognize friendship as a prime motivator, it is doomed.

close friends, like the beatings of one's heart, all too often become exceptional only upon their departure.

all our actions are ultimately selfish.  the trick is to make them appear otherwise.

man may be the sum of all he is exposed to, but can he truly determine to what extent he is affected?

with our ability to wield language, we can both stab and caress at will, and for that reason we must constantly be aware by which nature we govern ourselves.

beware assuming others judge similarly.

friendship  n.   that unique instance of make-believe where people pretend to enjoy the company of others simply for their personality.  thankfully, however, God has seen fit to grant certain individuals the ability to see through this blatant deception, knowing that nothing so beautifully simple could possibly exist in this high-octane culture of ours.