Back by popular demand (Tim is popular, and he demanded), the Jammin' at the Jab SET LIST ( Read more... )

The following are the notes from the coffeehouse I attended at Syracuse University's Schine Student Center's Jabberwocky Café, on October 20, 2006. Statements in asterisks are my comments now. The notes were largely assembled by me, with some help from Steve Maxon, Stretch Brown, and Sarge Marmet ( Read more... )

That stinking tiger lied to us. The only breakfast cereal that is truly G-r-r-r-eat is NOT Frosted Flakes. No friend, that cereal is Cracklin' Oat Bran. Cracklin' Oat Bran with egg-nog instead of milk. Eat hearty.

Also, all girls love diet coke.

I am a wronged man. This morning, I was pimped out by my fellow Wetland Biologists to the Forestry department. I found myself locked in the cab of a Ford F-250 with a furry, Napoleonic lumberjack whose idea of proper reparations for slavery involves slamming as many "izzles" and "iggeties" into his vocabulary as federal law will allow. Also, top-40 ( Read more... )

Tuesday, October 24th, 2006. 9:30 AM, EST. Temperature, around 40 degrees. I was paid my usual hourly rate, as well as a bonus of $5 to "skinny-dip" in an idyllic pond. Since that sounds bad, I should include the fact that no one else was present for miles, and the only proof required was my unimpeachable word, and a photograph of the shore taken ( Read more... )

As this post won't be as much fun in content as most of the others, I've decided to compensate by writing it wearing a funny hat.

( Rant begins here )

The following is a post meant to update y'all on the past month or so. Sit back, turn down the lights, grab a beverage of a refreshing nature, play some soothing music.

But now I don't have time. I have to go to Advance Auto Parts. And Wal*Mart. I've been trapped in Syracuse, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Don't give up hope.

I am in a computer lab. I am trying to write a paper. Somewhere behind me, is a baby. As in, a human being less than a year old. It keeps making sounds that don't belong in a computer lab. Baby sounds.

It may be the curmudgeon in me talking, but if you have to bring a baby to a lab, sedate the loudly adorable little rat.

[A is for age:]
21

[B is for booze of choice:]
Saranac

[C is for career:]
Bioinformatician
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There's a place I can go, in a land I can't see. Known as the Djere.net forums, this remarkable website allows me to exchange ideas with a plethora of brilliant and humorous individuals from the comfort of any computer. One entire thread is devoted to myself, and I think of it as the ideological precursor to this journal. Since it'd be rude to ( Read more... )