4/30/2003

COLOR ME INSCENSED. . .

Oh, and on my way back from Wendy's a few minutes ago, I was at a looong stoplight. There was a car behind me with a small child and adult. The child pointed toward me, and I searched for any signs of familiarity. Nope.

Then, the two made the sign of the cross! They were *praying* for me. Just another perk of having an HRC sticker in my window.

I think the thing that pisses me off is, didn't that child's parents teach him it's rude to point? I'm not sure what Miss Manners says about praying for someone's eternal soul rotting in hell, but I'm pretty sure that's considered a social faux pas, too.
HEHEHEHE. . .

Chalk this up to another reason why I'm glad I don't live in Alabama.
SO...

I've updated my diary, so for those of you lucky souls who have the password, feel free to peruse at your convenience. And for those of you who don't have it, it's probably for good reason. I'm just not comfortable enough with you yet, or you've never asked.

Also, Celebrity Jeopardy! is just as sad and pathetic (in a funny way) in real life, as it is on Saturday Night Live.
I'VE BEEN MEANING TO COMMENT ON THIS FOR A WHILE. . .

. . . but really, I think he says it much better than I ever could.

Thanks to Chris, one of my brotha from anotha motha, for the linky fun.
THERE'S A REASON I LIKE TO READ COMMENTS FROM OTHER PEOPLE. . .

Checking to see if IA had any more posts for today, I checked on the comments from the post I referenced earlier this morning. And this witty young fellow left this comment. I figured it was enough to check out his blog, and I was definitely correct. So check out wittandwisdom, and enjoy. Tell 'im Jay sent ya. As if that would make a difference. ;)
SUBURBAN FRINGE!

Bob went bowling recently, and had a ball of a time. And it reminded me that I haven't had a good Drunken Bowling session in ages. Who's up for it?
OMG, PISS-MY-PANTS FUNNY.

Although I've yet to comment on Rick Santorum, I thought you might enjoy some tips to make your life more exciting, direct from the source.

Thanks to Chris for the linky fun.
ENTIRELY TOO CUTE. . .

Ahh, the joys of warm weather are upon us.
WHAT A BLOODY, BLOODY CUNT RAG.

What kind of respect does a wife have for her husband when she tells his best friend/closest family member that she hates him? Me thinks that commentary does *not* "fall under being honest in a relationship." What a bitch.
AND . . . THE OTHER SHOE HAS DROPPED. . .

It finally happened. Mom left Dad tonight. It was over something as innocuous as a loud stereo, but apparently, it was enough to make it happen for her.

And I'm still here at home. I know the hotel Mom's staying at, so don't worry, I've got an "out," if needed. (Not to mention the numerous friends I have in STL that would be more than willing to offer me a place to crash. Love you guys and gals.)

And how am I feeling right now? I'm still not sure. Right now, I'm ambivalent, at best. I'm choosing the "stay out of it" option for as long as I can.

Anyhoo. Time to study. Nothing like family strife to get a procrastinator into action.

But first, I need more caffeine. To Quik Trip!

4/29/2003

HOW ON EARTH. . .

Does this nutjob still have his license? Just another example of one of my favorite guilty pleasures, Match Made in Heaven, Match Made in Hell.
A BIT MORE INFO ON BOB GOSS'S TENURE FIGHT. . .

Courtesy of The Vital Voice.

It's a bit more complete than my post from last week.

Oh, and I found an old Salon.com article featuring Bob from a few years back. An interesting read.
GRABBIN THE BRASS KNUCKLES . . .

As of right now, it looks like "asshat" is leading in the polls. The question is, who thought Jen was mean?

A world of pain, dear friend, is coming to you. No one can tell Jennifer she's mean, except me, which doesn't happen, because I'm just as much of a bitch as she is. *evil laugh*
PREACH ON, BROTHER. . .

Just got done watching Ally McBeal, in an episode dealing with bisexuality. To sum up any rejections I've internalized or gotten (from both straight women and gay men):

What I'd imagine are some of the biggest misconceptions about bisexuality:

Ally says that she supposes she associates a lifestyle of promiscuity with bisexuality. "I suppose I'm insecure that a bisexual man has sexual needs that I can't fulfill," she says. "I suppose I like to think of my husband taking my son to a ball game and not having to worry about whether daddy is checking out the pitcher's glutes. I suppose I'm nervous about my kids being teased because of their father's sexual??.I suppose I'm worried about diseases. I suppose in the end, I'm far more homophobic than I ever imagined," she says. (Emphasis mine.)

And what I think my response would be, if I were a bit more eloquent, and could formalize my thoughts into the english language:

"When any person gets married, he or she pledges fidelity. For you to assume a bisexual person is less able to be monogamous, that is a prejudice. As for taking my son to a ball game, well, if your straight husband took your daughter to a women's basketball game, and you were concerned about daddy checking out the point guard's glutes, you'd have issues to work out with your husband, straight or not. As for your fears of your kids being teased, that's cowardice. Your fears of disease, ignorance, bias, take your pick. As for your all-too-comfortable resignation to being homophobic, without the will to root out the why or the compulsion to address it, that's as sad as it is inexcusable."

On a personal note: Mark Feuerstein, of funny yet low-rated comedy, Good Morning, Miami played the bisexual judge. Yummy.

Of course, since I'm a big ol' puss when it comes to women, I can only assume that these misconceptions are what women think. Gotta love those insecurities, eh?
REASONS I'D NEVER BE A DEFENSE ATTORNEY, EVEN IF THE EXAMPLE'S ON TV:

So I'm watching The Practice on F/X, and a defense attorney made a plea bargain literally moments after a verdict was entered, but already returned to the judge.

Would you do the same under these circumstances?:

Your Client has been charged with killing her third husband. While on the stand, she's been discredited, with a rebuttal testimony from her personal physician to back up the the bias made.

The jury returns a verdict after 26 minutes of deliberation. When entering the courtroom, not *one* of the jurors looks at your client.

The attorney assumes a verdict of guilty, murder in the first degree. The plea's for murder in the second. He enters the plea immediately before the judge reads the verdict for entry.

But, surprise!!! The jury found her not guilty.

I think I'd piss myself right there, in the courtroom. No matter how much I don't like people, I couldn't have that on my conscience.

4/28/2003

MUST SEE TV. . .

Ok, if you get a chance, check out Countdown, a nightly news show hosted by Keith Olbermann. It's a "Top 5" list of sorts of the top news stories of the day, complete with expert commentary and Keith's sarcastic, dry humor.

One of the stories featured last week was The Free State Project. I think it's an interesting idea, and surprisingly, it's not supported by the Libertarian Party, although that was the first thing I thought of when I heard about it.

An example of the type of humor on the show:

In response to the #5 story of today, about Saddam's birthday, I give you their quick top 3 birthday presents for him:

3. All the Kings Horses

2. All the Kings Men

1. All the Duct Tape he could ever need.

Hehe. I *heart* Keith Olberman.

In other news, people make stupid mistakes. *sigh* Reminds me of Sam Dyer, former Gamma Sigma advisor, and his pot smokin ways.
*APPLAUSE, APPLAUSE*

Well said. Of course, just add it to the growing list of reasons why the system of academia is so out of whack from the original goals of education.

*Apologies, as I've forgotten where I found the link.*
SPEAKING OF THE GO-GO'S . . .

Jeez, I'm just full of tangents today, aren't I?

Six Flags, anyone?
SPEAKING OF PROMO GUY. . .

It's time for the Monday Mission! Huzzah!

PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.17
1. Postmodernism (a popular philosophy of the current day) indicates that there are as many "truths" as there are people; nothing is absolute (however, by its very nature, even the word 'Postmodernism" resists definition). For yourself, what truths are absolute? Are there any absolute truths in the Universe?

I think my absolute truths are these:
1) People are stupid. At one time or another. Or for some people, for most of their waking hours.
2) All people. Including me, including you. We all have our moments.
3) You can't please everyone, all the time. This includes, but is not limited to, yourself.
4) Complaining doesn't do anyone any good. It won't fix the situation. But sometimes it feels good to vent, so go ahead.
5) Everything in moderation. Especially, number 4 (see above).
6) Life isn't as bad as it seems. There's always someone who's having a shittier time than you.
7) Also, there's always someone uglier than you, so take heart.

2. Do you believe that you are still "teachable?"
Yes. Just explain it clearly, and I'll understand for the most part. I'm not a mind reader.

3. To do something well, in most situations, requires study and practice. What's the most recent thing that you have done well as a result of study and practice.
Ummm. . . school?

4. If you had the time/money, what do you want to learn how to do more than anything?
Play the piano. Or learn lots of new languages. After that, learn how to sing "Happy Birthday" in many languages.

5. Those around us may often try to intervene, but ultimately each individual is responsible for the choices they make in life. Tell me about a recent situation where you had a decision to make, and those around you tried to influence or direct you. Were they successful? Was that "help" welcomed?
Family drama. 'Nuff said.

6. Things are much easier to accept when they are given by invitation rather than being forced upon us. When was the last time you rejected something because it was forced on you? How did it happen? Did you hold a grudge about it? Was it ever resolved?
Umm... Graduation party. Still holding a slight grudge. No resolution, at least not one I'm satisfied with.

7. Are you the sort of person who questions everything, or are you able to accept things without someone providing you tangible proof?
I'm definitely a questioner. Although I don't necessarily need to find the final answer, I definitely like to find many alternatives to a problem.

BONUS: Ooo baby, do you know what that's worth?

Oooh, heaven is a place on earth.
Belinda Carlisle rocks.
THANKS TO PROMO GUY . . .

For nearly making my piss myself with this error message link. I'd suggest watching it the whole way through. Otherwise, you're really missing out.
SO ANOTHER WEEKEND HAS COME AND GONE. . .

And still, no goddamned papers written. Luckily, it's raining outside, so after sending off a few more resumes and a shower, I've really got nothing else to do but get to work, finally.

*sigh*

Why does it seem that I'm always most unmotivated when I have the most spare time?

In other news, new Strong Bad email. Check it out. Then, go see how much of an asshat the SBA President at Jen's law school is. Fucking savages in that town, I tell ya.

4/23/2003

GOOD NEWS AND BAD. . .

First, the good news. My to-do-list just got a bit less urgent. I've just glanced at the syllabus for my marketing class, and my case studies aren't due till *next* week. Hurrah. So, I'm still going to try to get most of the gruntwork done in the next few days, but at least they're not due in, say, 3 hours.

Now the bad news. Finished my paper for my religion class, and found out that the professor, Bob Goss, has been denied tenure. This is despite objections from faculty and students. Now, admittedly, I haven't heard the whole story. Bob explained a lot in his class about the situation, but of course, that is *just* his side, and while I don't deny his version of the events, I can understand if he were a bit biased.

Anyway, I understand that he's considering legal action, which I support wholeheartedly. In fact, it's times like these I wish I were already in law school, so I'd have a basis to help out. Grr. I'm such a law nerd. Just by looking at the Affirmative Action Policy of the university, Bob Goss should have been protected.

Now, I'm not a huge fan of those that cry "discrimination" at the drop of a hat, just because of their race/sex/gender/orientation. But I feel that there has to be something underlying here. If not orientation, then some kind of personal bias. These days, the major point of academia, besides educating students, comes down to two things: funding and getting your faculty published. Now, the university has been deny multiple donations because of this decision, including a seven-figure-donation from a parent of one of Bob's former students. And as his resume shows, Bob has definitely been published.

I think the thing that bothered me the most in the announcement last night, was that I was surprised that such a thing would happen here, at Webster University. There's such a liberal feeling about campus, even from the short time I've been here, that wasn't felt at my original Alma Mater. The fight to have a non-discrimination policy that includes sexual orientation is an ongoing battle that doesn't show signs of being won anytime soon.

4/22/2003

UGH. DAMNED TO-DO LIST!

OK, so I'm not going to the job fair. I didn't get to bed till after 5:30 am because of Dad's loud fucking music. So, I read some more material for my paper, and will probably finish it by 2 or so. Huzzah. Laundry is nearly finished. Got a few more addresses for announcements. So, at least I'm getting *some* things done on the To-Do-List.

Yet another random thought in the morning hours: Was flipping through channels, and saw on the TV Guide Channel that Harold and Maude was on Digital Cable. The description read, "The story of a suicidal boy."

Umm. . . you forgot something. How about adding, ". . .who loses his virginity to a septuagenarian." It was a good, whimsical comedy, I guess (I loved the parallels between Maude, an old lady that doesn't act her age, and Harold, a child who acts entirely too adult), but that was still just a bit too freaky for me.

As I've said to all my friends, everyone needs age limits/requirements in the dating pool. (For example, for me: no one under 21, or over 35)
ONE QUICK THOUGHT BEFORE BED. . .

I didn't watch the premiere episode of Mr. Personality, but I think I might with this pondering:

What if this show proves the old joke? That ugly people have great personalities because they have to? It might be interesting to find out.

Of course, as I told Mike, being queer is a real-life "Mr. Personality." We all have a specific idea of what is attractive to us, but inevitably, it seems that, for the most part, either you're 1) ridiculously attractive, and vapid, or 2) not as attractive (physically, at least), and intelligent, witty, etc.

Rereading that last sentence, I'm hoping that most people consider me vapid. Yeesh. It's time for bed when I start rambling like this. And so I'm off.

4/21/2003

I WAS JUST CURIOUS. . .

I'd noticed that there wasn't any more news about Lawrence V Texas; Apparently, a decision will be written by this summer. I'm in the process of reading the 56-page Oral Arguments, but it's a bit long. I don't have time for that *right now*, as I haven't finished anything on my to-do-list yet. :)

. . . Which I'm off to finish, right now. :)
SO WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS WEEK? WHY WON'T YOU BE POSTING FOR A WHILE?

For class:

Existence and Meaning:
* a 5-page paper, for my mid term; due Tomorrow.
* a 7 page review of A History of Heaven, for my final.

Marketing Strategies:
* two case briefs (2-3 pages), due Wednesday
* two case analyses (8-10 pages), one due ASAP, and one due during the final week of classes (which, BTW, is only three short weeks away)
* a make-up mid-term, which I'm trying to schedule for Wednesday afternoon, before class. (I was also sick for a week, with a sinus infection, amid all the familial drama)
* I'm the "expert" in class Wednesday, so I've got yet another case to brief.

Accounting II:

* try to stay awake, and not skip class.
* a quiz, which I believe is this Thursday, but *might* be next week.
* a final, during the last week of class.

For me:
* laundry
* mailing graduation announcements
* finding addresses for the rest of my family; I've still got about 30 or so to mail.
* cleaning, organizing, and packing
* a job (always near the top of the overall list; I'm tired of being po')
* job fair tommorrow (see the above "to-do.")

I'll keep you updated on how well I'm keeping with my goals for the week(s).


Oh, and I've been reading lots and lots of books about law school: One L, Take the Bar and Beat Me, Looking at Law School (unfortunately, an old 1977 version; damned St. Louis Public Library!), and
29 Reasons Not to Go to Law School. Not to mention all the other crazy research on schools and the LSAT. Um. . .OCD? Maybe just a *little.*



FOR SOME REASON, I'M FULL OF ENERGY AND OPTIMISM THIS MORNING. . .

. . . which is completely different from what I've been feeling in the past month or so. I've been depressed, to say the least. It's been pretty bleak around here. Since I'm *so* tired of telling the story, I'll give you the brief version, via AIM. If you've been following this blog, you'll recall an entry from March, where I was called an "ungrateful son."

Dad went a bit further on Mom's birthday (my thanks to Jennifer, and others, for listening to me rant and rave for the past few weeks) :

Jennifer : so did your mom have a happy birthday.
Jay : yes and no.
Jay : ok. yes, good time, she and the rest of the fam got all kinds of drunk
Jay: including dad
Jay : short version: we drink a few here, everyone goes to a local bar to continue the celebration except dad and me
Jennifer : uh oh
Jay : I attempt sleep, dad continues to drink
Jay : after about an hour or so, I go upstairs to ask him if he's going to bed soon; he's got to work in the morning, and I told him it probably wouldn't be a good idea to be passed out at the kitchen table when mom comes home
Jay : he asks me who am I to tell him what to do
Jay : I tell him he should have more respect for mom and her family, and just needs to go to bed anyway; I then go downstairs, to avoid a continuing argument
Jay : he follows me downstairs, we argue about the same old shit as usual, with one slight twist
Jay: he tells me he doesn't love me.
Jay : so I pop some sandals on, grab my wallet, and drive aimlessly for a while
Jay : then I stop at cotter's, where everyone else is still partying
Jay : mom asks why I'm there, I tell her I want to move out immediately, by any way possible
Jay : I explain what he says, and she's ready to move out on saturday as well
Jay : however, logic takes hold in the morning, and we don't
Jennifer : oh jeez
Jay : but they discuss what happened while I'm out with Stephanie, and she's moving out around my graduation (Just for clarificaton, I went out with my friend stephanie the Sunday evening after the fight. -- Jay)
Jay : which means that I'm going to find lots of things to do in the next few weeks, besides school.
Jay : and looking for a fucking job.
Jay : grr.
Jennifer : were you really that surprised that you started a fight?
Jay : no, but I was surprised that he continued it.
Jay : I'm aware that we egg each other on
Jennifer : hmph.
Jennifer : well I'm sorry it happened.
Jennifer : and on your mom's birthday
Jay : I know.

BTW, it's been over a month since I've said more than, maybe, 10 words to Dad at a time. We just kind of avoid each other, and when we do see each other, we don't speak, don't make eye contact. Pretty healthy, don't you think? (That was sarcasm. I'm well aware that we're both being childish)

On the job front, I've been on quite a few interviews, with just as many rejections. So I'm feeling a bit downtrodden about that, as well. All well, I'll just continue to send out resumes. Something's bound to pop up eventually. I'm going to a job fair tomorrow. Wish me luck!

4/07/2003

GREAT, JUST WHAT WE NEED . . .

Browsing through STLToday.com, the website of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, I've found out that the UM System is thinking of merging with Northwest MO State University, based in Maryville, MO, near St. Joseph. Jesus, if they merge, it will be a huge system of four major campuses (UM) vs. three other regional public universities: Southeast, in Cape Girardeau, Truman State, in Kirksville, and my alma mater, SMSU, in Springfield. And all of these will be vying for already-thin public funding from the state. Mizzou already gets the top amount of funding, and any dreams of SMSU to change their name to Missouri State University will surely never come to fruition.

Versions of that bill have been floating around for over 10 years, and consistently, legislators who are Mizzou alumni have vetoed the bill time and time again, in fear that it would lead to increased funding from Mizzou alumni to SMS, as well as more public funding for the state, all over a name change. Incidentally, it seems that the bill comes back to rear its head after the girls do well in the NCAA tourney. Luckily, we didn't have anything to worry about this year. *sigh*