grits!

i managed to squeeze in yet another fight with my mom before departing for Chicago. how efficient of me.

the drive up was pretty bad. traffic on 94W was slooow (as is to be expected), and i had to stop off in the city to drop off my security deposit at Parliament (the rental company). the experience reminded me how much i dislike the busy city life. so much anxiety and motion all balled up into a small space — i can’t take it. and $12 for 1 hour of parking? the whole experience made me reaffirm my desire not to have to live in the city to be a successful person. we’ll see how that pans out.

once i got into Evanston, i got to see anna marie almost right away. she came down on the El and we went to dinner at Dixie Kitchen, which was good stuff. she ordered grits, just to spite me, but i think she kinda liked ‘em. the catfish was good, and i got to order my first beer in a restaurant. i swelled with pride.

we watched Collateral Damage on Benny Boy’s DVD player back at the apartment, but i couldn’t keep my eyes open for the ending. strangely enough, though, i couldn’t go to sleep afterward and hassled anna marie for probably 2 hours before i finally fell asleep. we have very different schedules; i go to sleep late, and she sleeps all the time.

oh well, i’m sitting in Cresap writing this — the only place i have access to the Internet on a Saturday — and the girl is pining to leave. so i’ll cut this entry off here. bye now.

get off your ass and get packed, Tom!

ack, i really, really hate packing. i hate moving even more. but i guess it’s ok, because i get to see anna marie tomorrow.

make sure you take a look at this article entitled “Why Arabs Lose Wars.” it’s one of the most interesting reads i’ve had in a while.

or, for a change of scene, you could read about the (pathetic) dating scene at Northwestern. the article was co-written by an ex-girlfriend of mine (heh).

Beenie Man is insane

i have this interesting habit of fighting with my parents prior to taking any trip. it’s happened for years. i managed to fight with both of them today — very efficient.

got new driver’s license today at DMV. very painless. was happy. also got cashier’s check for stupid landlord, washed sheets, packed, blah blah blah yuck.

also, i would like to once again make this clear: let’s go beat some Iraqi ass. Europe can kiss my ass. the Middle East can kiss my ass. Kofi Annan can kiss my ass. the pansy-ass leftists in this country can kiss my ass. we’ve got a job to do, and let’s do it.

holy shit these lyrics are incomprehensible, but Beenie Man is still great. can anyone out there make heads or trails of this shit? no way! and this dude is popular! and i like him! wtf?

Yu ever buck a gal weh deep like a bucket
Draw fi yuh needle and yuh needle can’t stitch it
Draw fi yuh axe and like a cow yuh all a chop it
Draw fi yuh pickaxe and like a rung yuh all a dig it
Is like a riverside upon di banking, yuh tek it
Is like a bicycle so yuh hold it and dash it
Now yuh wash it so yuh crash it she a tell yuh sey yuh crabbit
Gal she a beg yuh and a bawl seh fi stop it
Bad man plug in and mi love off a electric
Is like a basketball she tek time out fi vomit
Unuh listen to mi style and unuh listen to mi lyrics
A Beenie Man dey yah, mi a drop it (a seh)

[Beenie Man — “Who Am I?”    full lyrics]

this strikes me as very funny

underscorebleach: tell me some shitty trance to download
Iiterally sweet: what do you mean shitty
underscorebleach: like, girly dance crap
[she lists a bunch of songs]
Iiterally sweet: ian van dahl - castles in the sky
underscorebleach: ya ya this castles in the sky shit is exactly what i need
Iiterally sweet: are you gonna drop ecstacy or what

ack, it’s like a bad modern philosophy argument!

arghhh. i fucking HATE Adobe Photoshop. it is perhaps the worst designed program EVER, and to think that it’s “industry standard” … *shudder*. ugh. why don’t you tell me how the fuck to make a TRANSPARENT IMAGE, eh! jeez. i’m downloading Paint Shop Pro as i write this.

ok, i just installed PSP and it took me about 1 minute to do what i’d been trying to figure out for an hour in Photoshop. Adobe, blow me.

hey Mary: regarding the assessment of Kylie Minogue, you know that you’re totally ripping me off, right? i said the exact same thing three months ago! you are the Days of the New to my Alice in Chains, baby.

also, i find your rebuttal about objectification of women very unconvincing. i quote:

While a woman may want to objectify herself, that still does not take away from the fundamental issue that turning women into sexual objects is a desirable action.

now i assume you mean undesirable action, so i’ll go with that. you are assuming in the above comment that a person’s responsibility for their actions goes beyond that of the personal to the group they are representing. so let me ask you: do male strippers objectify men? when some dude gets up in a thong and gyrates his lap snake all over the stage, should i be offended because he looks like a tool (pun intended)? i’m not offended, and i doubt very many men are.

allow me to elucidate this point. consider the following example:

Member A = woman who engages in objectifying behavior [the chick in the Warrant video]
Member B = woman who has a problem with the effect of A’s behavior on the group to which she and A belong [you, or the feminist chick on MTV]
Group Z = the group to which A and B belong, i.e. women, or young women, or women in the United States … whatever group you consider to be reflected upon in the behavior of A

in reality, the issue of objectification arises only when Member B of Group Z finds the behavior of group Member A objectionable, believes the behavior negatively affects B, and seeks to avoid this negative effect by guilt-tripping A. did A ever assume responsibility for Group Z? not likely. if A finds the objectionable behavior to provide her with happiness that outweighs the negative impact on Group Z, what is to prevent her from engaging in that behavior?

ultimately, those who give Member A the opportunity to “objectify herself” (what a clunky phrase) — in this case, the band, which pays the woman to be in the music video — are not culpable for any negative impact on Group Z. they are not members of Group Z, and thus cannot be held responsible for the projection by B of A’s behavior onto Z. they deal specifically with A. whether A considers the effect of her actions on Z is not of their concern.

hmm, that got rather technical. i also used “member” an inordinate number of times after giving the example of a male stripper, which is funny.

Maxim 2000 Girlfriend Remoteafter that boring argument about broads, i think it’s especially appropriate to share a gorgeous little selection from Maxim. i own exactly own issue of Maxim, from December 1999, and it lives in my bathroom. i still find it hilarious, despite the fact that it’s almost three years old. the Maxim 2000 Girlfriend Remote, pictured at right, is just one of the many excellent ideas from the article “What if Santa Took Bribes?

miscellany

ya might’ve noticed a new feature i added to the top-right hand corner of the site. it’s a javascript-driven breadcrumb trail that extracts the hierarchical link structure from the URL. i modified it for the specific structure of underscorebleach.net, but you can find the original script at JavascriptKit.com. credit to Kevin Lynn Brown.

mm, there’s something really comforting about having Fox News on in the background, although i guess i could do something crazy and be the only kid on the block tuned into Donahue.

the CM posse in Varsity Blues

i love Varsity Blues. it was on FX last night, and it spoke to me, as it always does. yes, a part of Tom Sherman wishes his life was like Mox’s. so i was thinking today… what if the CM crowd were magically transformed into the characters of Varsity Blues?

  • Tom Sherman as Mox (of course i get to be the star — it’s my damn fantasy), the conflicted, introspective quarterback
  • Russ Riggins as Lance, the Adonis-like quarterback whose football career catastrophically ends when he sustains a knee injury
  • Mary Jones as Jules, girlfriend of Mox, who sneers at the football-crazed attitude of the town
  • Adele as Tweeder (ok, this might be a stretch), the bacchanalian wide receiver and life-of-the-party
  • Anne House as Darcy, the whipped cream-adorned cheerleader looking for a fast ride out of the country life
  • Mark Roberts as Billy Bob, the insecure and sensitive offensive lineman who feels terrible about allowing Lance to get injured
  • Tony Natale as Wendell, the talented running back who hates Coach Kilmer but lacks the cojones to stand up to him without the support of Mox
  • Nick Disabato as Coach Kilmer, the conniving and self-centered coach who cares for nothing but his next district championship

oh yes, it works on many levels.

27 aug 02 : i

yuck. tossed and turned and had an awful night of sleep. i normally sleep quite soundly, but that was awful. i got up about 9 feeling sick as a dog. i took a bath, and that helped a bit — for some reason, i have the urge to take a bath when i’m sick. now wait, why am i telling you this?

lists are most certainly the most blog-friendly and entertaining type of entry in existence, as i have previously mentioned. Mary’s list was cute. so yeah, i was buttering my toast today and thought of a good topic for a list…

Top Ten Things You Could Call Me That Might Actually Offend Me

  1. naive
  2. white (ok, that was a joke)
  3. weak
  4. a groupie
  5. unfair
  6. unprincipled
  7. liberal
  8. disloyal
  9. unpatriotic
  10. a liar

hey all you whiners who worship at the feet of Nader: how’s about you take a look at this here op-ed. lemme know if you get lost with the whole “economically sensible” argument; i know you kids had trouble with Macro.

whoops! these guys seem to have chosen a rather unfortunate acronym for their group. oh well.

wasted time

seeing people at the gym who have ZERO idea what they’re doing is hilarious. this woman did the lat pulldown facing the wrong way, and with no weight… oh, it was classic. she also used the calf machine as a modified leg press… yeah, not quite enough resistance there. hilarity, i tell ya!

oh my, i have wasted FAR too much time on the computer lately. i shall seek to remedy that.

a good entry.

well, i have in store for you what should be an interesting and thought-provoking update. i plan to jump around sans logical transitions. i hope you enjoy.

i love potlucks. today i went to two, and i must say, they are extraordinarily efficient. instead of one person trying to cook everything and doing some of it well and some of it poorly, you invite everyone to cook what they are good at cooking. thus, the overall quality of the meal, not to mention the quality of life for all of the potluck’s attendants, is raised. it’s like capitalism. division of labor, baby.

letter from George H.W. Bushmy grandfather was in counterintelligence in the CIA, and previous to that, intelligence in the OSS. i wish i could have met him. he always used to warn that the CIA was becoming too dependent on technology and shifting resources away from the human aspects of the job. what foresight he had. none of our glorious technology saved us from a bunch of box cutters, did it? on the right, you’ll find a letter written to my grandfather, Thomas Randolph Hall III (for whom i am named), from then-director of the Central Intelligence Agency, George H.W. Bush.

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taking the feminazis to task

so you might’ve noticed yesterday that i mentioned seeing Warrant’s “Cherry Pie” on MTV. that’s not exactly a video in regular rotation — in fact, it was shown only because MTV ranked it as one of its “most controversial videos.” they showed some of the video, along with some feminist bitch railing about how videos in the ’80s objectified women. to this claim, i have two replies:

  1. well, duh.
  2. objectify? the girl obviously got paid, so it’s her fuckin choice!

the second point deserves to be expanded upon. evidently, the feminists in this country believe it their privilege (and duty) to expose examples of women being “objectified” (by the way, i think that’s another one of those words that some jack-off academic made up because she didn’t have anything better to do with her tenured life). but the problem is this: if the women being objectified want to be objectified, then who the fuck are you to guilt-trip them for it? it’s not about “representing women”; this country espouses individual rights, not group rights (well, excepting affirmative action, but we all know its days are numbered). bottom line: individual rights, including the “right to be objectified,” trump any yammering a feminazi can come up with.

other polical rants:

  • what the hell do textbooks about evolution have to do with civil liberties? the ACLU is pathetic.
  • California — taking government’s Big Brother attitude toward smoking to unprecedented levels. how about you concentrate on more pressing issues, like, say, keeping terrorists out of our goddamn country.

pink eye! get away!

ack, pink eye!

hung out with Robb, just like old times. shot pop cans with BB guns. ate a lot. watched a bit of the Bears preseason game with the Jags, which was fun, because i’m excited as hell for the upcoming season.

and oh yeah, the front speakers in my car are installed now. system sounds nice. i had ‘em put high pass caps on the 3 1/2’s, figuring i’d get no bass out of them anyway, and since they’re only rated at 10 watts RMS (wtf!), i can push them harder with only mids and highs going to them. the bass i get out of the 6 1/2″ JL’s in the back is nice, almost that of a small sub.

eventually, i’d like to build a sealed box for a single 10″ or 12″ sub. i could fit it in the back part of my trunk and still have space for stuff. Robb’s got a 12″ sub, but i’d have to buy the amp, and that’d be another $200 at least. erm. stereos get so expensive so fast, but damn i love ‘em.

mm, wouldn’t it be fun if my modest little ‘87 Camry was more like this?

download it. now. oh, and #1?!

hey, how the HELL did the Princeton Review rank rank Northwestern #1 in academics? i mean, i’m not trying to be cocky or anything, but i don’t feel like i’ve ever worked that hard at NU, and i do pretty well. anyway, here’s the full list of rankings.

ok, hilarious shit. absofuckinglutely hilarious. i read about this in Maxim while sitting on the pot, and then i had to go out on the Net and find out about it.

i guess back in 1991, this band called Negativland released a parody of U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” interspersed with clips of Casey Kasem going ballistic and cussing up a storm about U2. yeah, i’m not shitting you. maybe everyone else already knows about this, but i didn’t, and it’s fuggin hilarious. anyway, your first task is to download the audio file — get one of the versions of “Track 2 - Special Edit Radio Mix.” then, if you want to know more about the legal consequences of the single, read the story at Flak Magazine.

you’ll thank me later for this.

by the way, bye, Cynthia! why don’t ya try Cuba, biaaaaatch?

“givin ‘ends to my friends and it feels stupendous”

i"m legal, baby!

hung out with Robb and shot empty pop cans with BB guns. i love doing shit like that. it’s even better than throwing shit at shit, which Ryan Tennis and i both agree is great (think Heilman Hall P.E. supplies room).

ugh. real sick of those type of conversations on the phone. they just aren’t worth it. why do you pull that shit?