I would enjoy watching this film. It's almost like "Super Size Me (With Whiskey)" (http://brycewarnes.wordpress.com/2007/12/01/44/) only, as far as I can tell, it's real. It also probably won't result in horrible intestinal pain for the experimenter.
I'm really hoping that "abusing a substance for thirty days straight" becomes a discernable documentary sub-genre - like maybe with its own category at Cannes. Think of all the possibilities for guilty pleasure films. There's no longer a need to investigate an issue in-depth. Just find something, do it in excess for a month, and document what happens.
I would like to see the effects of all all-mayonnaise diet. This is what I'm getting at, here.
08:00 pm - Little Respect Just wanted to mention that, courtesy of the ever-ready media_res, my new blog has a feed to LJ. You can add it to your friends list if it's the sort of thing you would like to read on a regular basis. The feed is: bry_ce. If I ever write a baby names book, it will be filled with different variations of "Bryce" with "_" characters inserted in different spots. I figure it's okay to be egocentric, so long as I exclusively use A-Z, 0-9, and _ (not case sensitive).
10:06 pm - Woo. Apparently I can't make an RSS feed thing without a paid account. I don't really feel like getting a paid account, because I don't suspect I'll be using it very much. So... I'll just feed it through to Facebook. That's a thing, right?
09:30 pm - Run Run Run Run I'm starting to shift things over to my new blog, The Conquest of an Era. It's going to be my NaNoWriMo blog - so I can whine and fuss online as well as to anyone who might be physically near me. If I actually get into the habit of blogging again, I may keep that one going. For the time being, it's pretty cookie-cutter (Wordpress trades off template customization in favour of relatively few ads in their free subscriptions), but when I have some proper (read: real) money, I might remedy that with a paid subscription. For now, you'll just have to fight down the overwhelming urge to vomit.relatively few ads for template customization
I'm also going to set up some sort of feed thing on Livejournal. More on that later.
12:08 am - Give me danger So I guess what I've been doing lately is going to college. Every time I call Malaspina a college, I get reminded that it's a university. Actually, it's a university-college. Just so you know. I think it's more of an American thing to refer to a post-secondary institution as a college, regardless of its status or size. I like that way better. It's a more egalitarian approach to academia. "College" can just as easily mean Harvard Law as East Spokane School of Dentistry (above Han's Grocery & Liquors). Woo ambiguity!
I'm unemployed now. The season at the restaurant where I was waiting tables has ended. This means I have no source of income, and one less source of stress. I'm kind of cool with not having a job for a little while, because all my teachers need to be fed term papers in the weeks to come. They slobber and growl, demanding nourishment. Is this what it's like to have children? Always calling your name, always whining about something. Always making you read for them. Always getting you up early in the morning, so you can listen to them babble on about whatever. Was twelve years of labour really worth this?
I'm going to do NaNoWriMo this year. For the hopelessly oblivious, that's National Novel Writing Month. Fifty thousand words in thirty days. November. It's really not a good idea. I'm supposed to have responsibilities - like school, and finding a job, and getting my license. But I started thinking, and realized that in the years to come, my responsibilities aren't going to decrease. If anything, they're going to propagate, desperately reproducing like rabbits beneath my bed. (I'm imagining a scenario where pet rabbits get loose and subsequently mate beneath the place where I sleep.) So I might as well take advantage of the opportunity, and go and do it. Every time I've done NaNoWriMo, it's been immensely fun, and generally pretty rewarding. I'm going to be fussing and thinking about stories and characters for the rest of October.
1. Received my new laptop. 2. Bought new headphones. 3. Quit Staples without giving notice. 4. Started college. 5. Purchased whiskey.
These were all generally positive things, although #3 pissed off some people - mainly the head manager at Staples, I think. I wasn't planning to leave the place so soon, but at some point during the Gogol Bordello concert on Monday night - probably in the middle of "Tribal Connection" - I realized that it was time. It's better not to plot these things out early on. It gives the Germans time to rally their forces.
12:42 am - Fell in Love With a Girl On a night like this, there ain't nothing to do but listen to the White Stripes and eat some fucking spaghetti. Lord knows I could be listening to the Black Keys and eating penne, or even spinning Skip James and chomping on some creste. I could - but it wouldn't be right. It would be Wrong in Many Ways.
In the main, there are two things to remember when the weather turns as shitty in June as it just has. One is, there's a whole lot more weirdass weather heading down the pipeline in the years to come, thanks to the miracles of global warming; so we'd better get used to it. And the other is, if it weren't raining, we'd all be complaining about how hot it is. At least, I would. I'd be saying, "Goddamn, but I wish we had some rain right now. Like maybe a week and a half of it, during the fourth quarter of the month, with intermittent overcast skies." So, you know. It's not such a big thing.
Unlike the rest of the world, I ain't started the new Harry Potter yet. To protect myself from SPOILERS, I've been staying in my room with the curtains drawn and a rolled-up towel pressed against the crack under my door. Also, I've been spelling SPOILERS with capital letters. I'm not even going to think about allowing comments on this post. I know how you bitches are. I know what makes you laugh.
So I think I've more or less decided what I want permanently inserted under my skin this summer. It is about as simple, small, and colourless as one could ever suspect. One might even go so far as to deem it "understated" (but certainly not, I hope, "tasteful"). It's also a hell of lot cheaper than the elaborate, intricately-shaded, custom-designed raven I had planned on. That can wait for another day, like maybe when I'm done my Masters. For now, it just ain't proper to go pouring big bucks into skin-pictures while I got to save for Academia. Boy got to learn some Humanities! Sociology 111, represent.
I've downloaded all 26 episodes of Cowboy Bebop, fansubbed. Next time you see me, I'll weigh 230 lbs. and be on my way to some sort of convention. And I will be cosplaying.
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