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Klez makes for interesting replies, if nothing else. too bad people don’t realize that spoofing the “from” address is easier than Jenna Jameson. anyhoo, enjoy:


From: "MER Newsletter" <newsletter@merplay.com>
To: [me]
Subject: HEY…
Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 11:12:22 -0600

HEY FUCK HEAD SEND ME A VIRUS AGAIN AND I’ll COME DOWN TO EVANSTON AND BEAT YOUR ASS!

“B”

awp camipng fag!!

i suck at Counter Strike. i mean, i fucking blow.

so yeah, it’s Halloween. bout the most spirited thing i did was grab a tootsie pop from SPAC. why is it such a big deal? i mean, there’s a lot of Halloween crap going on. is it just my imagination, or is Halloween gaining in importance? i have a theory about this. i think that Halloween is such a meaningless, benign holiday that all the PC types can get juiced up about doing stuff for it. seriously, don’t give me some background about how it was derived from some Druid thing; Halloween is fuckin MEANINGLESS. let’s accept that. doesn’t mean it isn’t cool, or fun, but it’s meaningless. and that’s why i think people been gettin all gung-ho about it.

however, i should say that i loved Halloween as a kid. perhaps it was the competitive aspect of trying to get the most candy, then going to school the next day and saying bullshit like “i filled up three pillow cases.” riiight. but yeah, it was kinda tough too — like the time i trick-or-treated in a cold rainstorm. that’s respect-worthy, and the people at the houses rewarded me with extra candy. Halloween takes effort, and i can dig that.

as much as i liked the general idea, though, i was never that kid with the ab fab costume. i was practical. i wasn’t going to get all paper-mached up or some retarded shit like that. my costumes allowed me to be mobile and amass large amounts of candy through significant trick-or-treating operations. several times, i took advantage of Adam Sandler’s “crazy eggbeater man” idea, or variations thereof, which was the ultimate in practicality. sometimes the people answering the door were dumbfounded, but that wasn’t my problem.

oh yeah, i’m done with my midterms. i think i did fine. i’m tired. i want to sleep 10 hours tonight.

me sleepy

tiiiired. tired tired tired tired tired!

confused about how best to study for a test? not sure how to manage your time? just follow Tom Sherman’s patented method! waste all of your time playing NHL ‘96 (Genesis, baby!), doing nerdy computer things, watching TV, etc. then get 4 hours of sleep. you will awake just in time to stumble to class, give unintellible presentations, and breeze through lame multiple choice exams!

it kind of pains me to say this, but i’m starting to like OS X quite a bit. i fixed a user’s computer with OS X, which had a kernel panic, and the reinstall was so cute and painless. of course, Macs are still too expensive. i do like the fact that it’s built off BSD and that the interface is sexy, but i still can’t get past the fact that it seems to run slow. oh well. i get my fill of it at work.

i am an efficiency fiend. i

  • enter library, search for book on Internet, commit call number to memory (faster than writing it down)
  • go to elevator, find floor where book is, take elevator to 3N
  • walk to middle of 3N, find shelf, locate book, exit tower
  • take out book via self-checkout (faster than checking out book at front desk)
  • take stairs down to first floor (faster than elevator), exit by giving book to attendant with slip showing (efficient)
  • proooooooooocrastination

    Tom Sherman, setting a new standard in pre-midterm laziness. i did just about everything i could think of tonight that was not Psychology 110-related, including disgustingly nerdy registry tweaking such as changing the HTTP-User-Agent string of IE. yeah, it got that bad. in any case, i’m P/N’ing the class, so i guess it doesn’t really count as slacking… :/

    and yeah, i had a grrreat weekend. i loved it. anna maried summed it up quite nicely on her page, and to her encapsulation i should amend that the extraordinarily frustrating hardware troubles of her computer seem to be shaping up, meaning i can now let go of the sour note at the weekend’s conclusion. my family really liked anna marie (my mom emphasized this to me numerous times on the phone), so of course anna marie’s worries proved to be unfounded (not that i didn’t tell her this many times beforehand :). of course, she is a loveable lass and makes very good first impressions, but she would never tell you that…

    i’ll concede that the French got at least one thing right: fast food ‘n beer! (i like the pic, Ben doesn’t.)

    a minor question for those qualified to answer it: if Ben and i were Beavis and Butthead, who would be whom? i’m inclined to think Ben=Butthead and Tom=Beavis… thoughts?

    welp, it’s past 3:00 a.m., and i’ve got a date for a mediocre grade on a midterm tomorrow morning, so i think that’s my cue.

    too.. full.. can’t.. move

    too.. much.. food. but so good. i went to Curtis Orchard with anna marie, ate apple-related things, and looked for the perfect pumpkin in a big muddy field (though we weren’t actually going to buy it). i then had dinner with my dad and stepmom at the Courier, which is remarkable only for the fact that my dad would not normally be caught in such a limpwrist Urbana-ish establishment. hmm. it’s been a really good trip home so far.

    woo! i found it! this here’s my kinda WWII propaganda!

    i wish i had found the poster below when i lambasted that Ya-Ya crap a coupla months ago, but it’s still amusing.

    This movie sucks.

    home sweet home

    mmm. good time, warm house, good food, full belly. home is relaxing, easy, natural.

    i’m in C-U for the weekend with anna marie. it’s good. i probably should’ve come home sooner, but i’m just glad to be here. i guess this always happens; i remember how nice it was to come home during senior year of high school and previous years of college, even if i was enjoying my time away. it gives me an opportunity to reset, recharge, and get my energy back in balance.

    so yeah, what the hell am i gonna do after school, anyway? hey, your guess is as good as mine. one thing i’m currently investigating is fellowships and the opportunity to study abroad after graduation. NU happens to have an excellent Office of Fellowships, and the director and i have a certain rapport, so right now i’m looking into what’s out there. i’m thinking Great Britain/Germany would be good times, but i’m not sure what i want to study (kind of a problem, huh). in addition to that, i need to start seeing what Undergraduate Career Services has available. oh bleh, i hate diving into new systems, new searches, new situations… i just like things to be familiar and efficient.

    plans for tomorrow: Curtis Orchards, good beer, hot tub, dinner, a C-U bar (?), and perhaps a taste of that Russian Lit take-home midterm

    underscorebleach: I AM TEDDLEMO!
    jeddlemon5: word

    and continuing the theme… :)

    Mr. Schwarzenegger has a message for Yankees fans

    job? huh?

    busy, busy, busy. my days fly by in a whirl. i mope around the apartment at 10 p.m. and i feel like i’ve only been up a few hours. ideally, things would be a bit less hectic, i think.

    this career thing? this job search thing? how does this shit work?

    the Jewel-Osco experience

    whew. 2+ hours of working out and playing basketball. i’m gonna be a balla, no doubt no doubt! or something. but at least i seem to have recovered part of my misplaced game.

    let’s see… i went to that Jewel-Osco up on Green Bay Rd. today, and it was a strange experience. the store itself is amazing. just the colors of the produce section blew me away — i’m serious. they had lots of neat, expensive food, and i found myself straying from my penny-pinching college student ways. but besides the eye-opening assortment of the store, i found myself feeling uncomfortable. it was something in the nose-in-the-air suburban attitude of the other shoppers, i think, and i was quickly on the defensive. i can’t really explain it, but i had a gut feeling. hmm. all i can say is that i didn’t like it.

    oh, and the Bears… oh, my Bears, why do you do this to me? the Lions?! damn…