What to do, what to do...
My free time at work just started to accumulate, so why not
create a page for daily observations and ponderings on life so I can occupy said
free time! What a great a idea, I think I just will...
Disclaimer: The opinions expressed within this column are those of the writer and the writer only, and do not necessarily reflect those of HSU. If something offends you then read the rules of this site. Regardless, just sit and enjoy these ramblings and realize that the writer is only digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole...
March 14, 2002 - "Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning." (Rich Cook)
Today I have decided to do something different. I think every
Friday my page should change drastically for one day just to cater to the
different dialects we have in Arkansas. So today to start off the trend
I'll have the entire page be in "Redneck
dialect" since deep down, we are all rednecks, right? But hey, I'll
cater to everyone's needs, if reading this page is too hard for you to
understand, then just read the Redneck Page
and try to compare sentences on each page to see how they relate.
Don't worry, tomorrow everything will be back to normal so enjoy this while you
can, and don't forget: the ENTIRE page is written in a redneck dialect and not
just this post. If you thought some of my previous posts were funny originally,
try reading them now!
Has anyone looked outside today? It's absolutely gorgeous! Why
would anyone want to stay inside and work on the computer on a day like this?
Finally, it officially feels like it is Spring outside, and the college students
are reacting accordingly. When I was walking to work today I passed
through the Quad and there were speakers blasting out great music while people
tossed a Frisbee to each other. You really couldn't ask for a better day
to get out and have some fun...
As for me, everything seems to be going well. I survived my
tutoring job yesterday and even got some pizza out of the deal. I'm still
surprised of how much math I can remember even though it's been 4 years
since I had a math class. I don't think I could survive another high
level math class, the last one started pushing me to my limits and I was
actually smart back then. Hopefully, if all goes as planned I won't
have to take anything higher than Calculus to graduate. Since when did you
need to know about derivatives and limits to earn an art degree? I don't
plan on physically drawing my ray-tracing projects anytime soon so I think I
should stop my math career now. Anyways, after I returned from tutoring I
was sucked into a "Battle of the Sexes" game taking place in the lobby of my
dorm. The host asked the guys questions pertaining to girls and vice versa,
except all of the guy-related questions were fairly easy compared to the
girl-related questions. The girls received questions like "What is a
double bogie in golf?", "What sport does Charles Barkley play?", or "Name
the 5 family members in the Simpsons" while the guys received questions about
sewing and cooking, or where to buy notions. Most of the guy
questions involved famous people that anyone would know not just the guys.
To make matters worse ever person who walked into the lobby would start to play.
The only problem was no guys walked in, but the girls nearly tripled their
participants by the end of the game. Oh it was sad indeed... Of course the
guys lost but it was close in the end (15-13). Then again, it was worth it
hearing the women argue about questions involving tool when it was obvious they
had no clue what they were saying. It was funny until they GUESSED the
right answer for three different questions. Oh well, all in all it was
still a fun game even if it was
one-sided. After that I
resorted to working in my room for a while. Later, I went out and talked to some
friends in the lobby for a few hours before heading back to the room to sleep.
And that folks, was my Wednesday. As for my Thursday? Well shoot, I'm
behind again, I can't remember if I am suppose to talk about the previous days
events in each post or talk about what I did that day. Considering this is
the "what I did today" page I would assume it's the latter. Well I'll
catch everyone up tomorrow then since tonight I need to study for a
Philosophy test I'm taking tomorrow and I can't spend the whole night editing
this page. So until tomorrow, don't have too much fun now ya hear?
-J, who doesn't *really* speak redneck.
March 13, 2002 - "Half of the people in the world are
below average"
Hoo-ha! The week is half way over and I am starting to perk up
already! Just like last Wednesday, I decided to carry around a camera and
document the actions around me. It's amazing what you can learn from just
a few pictures...
If you wake up before noon, sometimes the campus looks a
little fuzzy
Sometimes a person is just too involved in
Starcraft to
turn around and smile
If you bruise your
knuckle bad enough, it almost looks like you have a really dark tan
Either I'm shrinking, or this guy has his
head on the ceiling.
This "Battle of the Sexes" game seems
pretty one-sided
Sometimes your roommate's shoes smell so bad that they get
kicked out of the
room
Every dorm has a guy who fits all the
college picture stereotypes
Sometimes you don't want to know what a girl is
looking at
As of right now, I don't have the time to put up any more descriptions of
today's events, but I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to finish everything.
So until then, beware of picture-Wednesdays.
March 12, 2002 - "Eagles may
soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines"
Today is another Tuesday, and you know how I feel about
Tuesdays. Luckily it wasn't that bad of a day as
Tuesdays go, in fact I had a fairly decent day. I showed up to 2/3 of my
classes and completed all the tasks given to me in each one. I turned in
my design for the HSU Theatre shirt,
and finished editing and printing my Typography book. Later I progressed 3
levels at the Gamingforce forums
by posting for an hour, a wonderful use of one's wasted time if you ask me, and
played pool as usual. As
always something funny happened at the pool table but we've had enough pool
humor for now, maybe later. Later I practiced the
piano, talked to some friends in Painting 1,
and then came back to my room and enjoyed a few games of
Starcraft with some dorm
friends. Finally I watched someone play
GTA3 and then talked to a
friend from my dorm for an hour. When she went to bed I suddenly realized it was
already 1:30AM so I went straight to my room and hit the sack. As you can
tell, Tuesday don't really put me in a descriptive mood and there is not much I
have to say about what I did today. Although, I did have an embarrassing
phone situation near the end of the night. I received about 5 calls in a row
from different people and on each one I answered with a courteous "hello".
After receiving so many calls from people in the dorm I was rather annoyed and
decided to stop being courteous starting with the next call. Low and
behold the phone rang again and I assumed it was one of my friends from down the
hall calling again. I pick up the phone and reply in my best New York
accent "Ya, what do YOU want!?!"...
Turns out is was my tutee's mother asking if I can come to work tomorrow to help
her with her math.
I'm not going to say what happened
next, but I will say that I ran through many shades of red in only matter of
seconds. Luckily I still have a tutee and a job on Wednesday, and I get free
pizza out of the deal to boot. Still it wasn't a pleasant experience.
Finally, for those of you who noticed, I didn't post anything about my Monday.
This is mainly due to the fact that I spent 4 hours writing the J-cap and then
worked on all of my projects due today. My brain is still fried from all
that writing and I don't remember much else from Monday since nothing of any
significance happened. I did post something in the J-cap about Monday
morning so consider that the Monday post. So until next time, lets hope
you do the right thing.
-J, who's hoping for a better tomorrow.
March 11, 2002- "Weasels
may be sly, but eagles don't get run over by cars"
Who would have thought the weekend would have gone by so quickly?
Well, now that a brand new week is upon us, I guess I better get back to doing
real work... either that or I can just procrastinate some more.
But enough about me, it's Monday, which means it's time for the weekend J-Cap...
-J, who scored a 30 on his own quiz
Billiard player scratches on
last shot, game seemingly never ends
Arkadelphia- In a tragedy not uncommon to Oaks Hall, a local
billiard player knocked both the final ball and the cue ball into different
pockets on the game winning shot thus prolonging the Cutthroat game for many
hours.
The
game of Cutthroat, the objective of which is to sink the other players
designated balls without scratching, started around 7:00 PM on Saturday March
9th and did not end until some time after the 9 o'clock hour. After the player knocked the last remaining
opponent's ball in the pocket he proceeded to cheer and boast about his victory. His cheers soon became woes as he
watched the cue ball continue to bounce off the bunkers and finally roll into
the hole directly opposite of the one he aimed for. The audiences'
reaction was almost instantaneous at this sight, they began too jump, cheer, and
laugh at the embarrassed player who resurrected their chances of winning the
game.
The game then continued with each person placing one of their balls back on the
table and aiming for an opposing players ball. Suddenly, tragedy struck again as
another player seemingly won the game until the cue ball continued to roll and
fell in another pocket. The taunting and cheering then resumed and the
game continued as before. In the end, the same Cutthroat game nearly ended
three separate times but was prolonged by the accidental or sometimes
intended sinking of the cue ball which resulted in each player receiving a ball
on the pool table. This was not the first occurrence of a game lasting
more than 2 hours, and it is highly probable that it won't be the last.
Forgotten practical joke
backfires. Chili, mouth ruined.
Arkadelphia- A local resident
suffered immense pain when a forgotten practical joke he set up backfired on him
causing extreme discomfort and humiliation. The joke consisted of a single
bowl covered in a thin layer of Da Bomb, the self-titled second hottest sauce in
the world, which was placed in reserve until an unsuspecting victim asked to
borrow a bowl from the resident. If all had gone to plan, the victim would
have devoured the contents only to be stricken with immense pain as the barely
edible hot sauce attacked the taste buds causing the sensation of one's mouth
catching on fire. The victim's reactions would then cause much
laughter among the watching practical jokers and his mouth would return to
normal within a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, the joke did carry out
as the resident planned. The resident covered the bowl in the hot sauce
sometime in December and promptly hid it in the back of his cabinet for later
use. The bowl was then forgotten over the next three months and did not
succeed in bringing it's fiery torment upon an unsuspecting victim. That
is, until Saturday... Desperate for a clean bowl to place his
freshly cooked chili, the same resident rummaged around in his dish
cabinet only to find dirty dishes whose cleaning was procrastinated.
Suddenly, as luck/fate would have it, the unsuspecting resident came across the
tainted bowl cleverly hidden behind a five month old cereal box. The
resident then proceeded to place the chili in the bowl and devour it at such a
rapid pace that he finished off nearly one-third of the chili before he realized
his mistake. The realization of what was secretly hidden the bowl dawned
on him as soon as the first signs of fire hit his taste buds. The Da Bomb
instructions carefully warn the purchaser not to use more than 1 drop of sauce
in a 2 galloon mix of chili. The bowl was reported to containing the equivalent
of 10 drops per one cup of chili. In normal circumstances, only one bite
would be taken before the hot sauce took effect, thus reducing the effect and
duration of Da Bomb. Unfortunately, the effect of the hot sauce tripled
due to the rapid ingestion of the chili by the resident and the large ratio of
sauce per chili. Luckily, no other dorm residents were present to see the
unfortunate victim's painful and humorous agony, and the irony of the event
quickly set in resident's mind as he rolled on the floor desperately searching
for a bottle of water. To his dismay, all forms of liquid were already
used and discarded from his room and he was left only to suffer and plan his
revenge. After a few hours everything returned to normal and the resident
quickly removed any evidence of his humiliation from the room. This was not the
first time the hot sauce was accidentally ingested, as the same resident's
roommate had previously placed a rather large amount of Da Bomb on a tortilla
chip and ate it. The resulting reaction was deemed "hilarious" and "absolutely
the funniest thing I've seen in ages" by onlookers who watched the
roommate try to quench the fire with, among other things, sour milk.
Debate on purchase of pizza
lasts past pizza delivery closing time
Arkadelphia- In an act that personifies the pitiful
laziness among college students, a debate involving the purchase of a pizza
lasted so long that after the debate came to a conclusion the pizza delivery
service had already closed. The initial conditions to the debate were
easily met by the 4 college students around 8:00 PM on Saturday. Each one agreed
they desired a large sausage-and-pepperoni-stuffed-crust pizza from Pizza Hut.
Once the pizza conditions were established a new debate on who would call
Pizza Hut soon manifested. Each of the four students claimed another
should call the establishment to place the order, an act which would take a
maximum of two minutes, and the debate continued for most of the night.
Originally started while playing pool, the debate moved from the lobby into one
of the student's dorm rooms. Nonchalant statements such as "So Dennis
when, are you going to call for the pizza?" and "Speaking of boxes,
I
could really go for some pizza in a box" were frequently sprinkled in other
conversations the four students had throughout the night. Finally one
person gave in and was about to call when it was discovered no one knew Pizza
Hut's phone number. A new debate on who would leave his chair to find a
phone book in the dorm quickly appeared. After a stalemate in that debate
one of the residents noticed a shred of a Pizza Hut box in a trash can
across the room and deducted it would have the number printed somewhere on it.
Not
surprisingly, a debate on who would walk over to get the shred of box soon
occurred and was finally ended when a passerby heard the argument and walked in,
grabbed the pizza box shred, and traveled the 7 feet from the trashcan to the
students to hand them the box. To their dismay the box had no phone number
on it and the group of residents were back to square one. After more
debate, someone pointed out that the computer sitting in front of them might
have a website with the phone number on it. When the idea of
computer-involvement arose, the students were quickly motivated to find a Pizza
Hut website. Within one minute a phone number and map for the local Pizza Hut
four blocks down the road were produced. When someone finally called Pizza
Hut at 9:45 the employee replied that pizza delivery was already closed and
someone would have to travel to the store to pick up the pizza. Again, a
new debate reared it's ugly head... In the end each student received their
2 slices of sausage-and-pepperoni-stuffed-crust pizza and everything returned to
normal. That is, until the chore of throwing the pizza box away became an
issue...
IN BRIEF
Pool player suspects other
player is cheating on break
A pool player came to the
conclusion that the opening break was not set up correctly when he saw the
ball placement on
the table. Luckily, the cheating player missed all the balls on the
opening shot and the cheated player sunk three balls when his turn came about.
Pictures taken in dream did
not turn out well in real life
A photography student was
surprised when the pictures he imagined himself taking in a dream did not turn
out well in real life. He was unable to find a good dream -> reality film
transfer and thus the stunning pictures of the sun turning blue and exploding
over the Arkansas sky could not be shown to the rest of the real world.
Working on multiple projects
all weekend causes student to miss classes they are due in
When a local student
devoted his entire weekend to completing multiple projects he exhausted himself
to such a degree that he accidentally overslept all of his classes on Monday
which the projects were due in. It is still unknown if the projects were
still be accepted at a later date, and the student can be seen slamming his head
against a wall in the Oaks dorm.
March 9, 2002- "I hope I die in my sleep like my
grandfather, and not while I'm awake like those passengers who were riding with
my grandfather" -Dennis
Well its time for a two in one post considering I missed my update
yesterday. These past two days have been fairly decent. On Friday I
went home for some free food (sure beats
Caddo) and ended up staying there
longer than I expected, but I did get to see a movie out of the deal (Time
Machine) which is always a plus. I don't understand how a city with two
colleges and quite a few highschoolers still refuses to get a movie
theater. I'm tired of having to drive 45 minutes to see a decent movie in
a theater... oh well, that's a story for another day. Not much else happened at
my house - I played the piano, threw my the Frisbee at my dog for a while,
and basically lounged about until I was able to get back to my dorm. As I
asked last week, why do people go home for an entire weekend? I
can't see how it can be productive. It's nice to see the family and maybe
get a free meal or two, but if you're like me (god forbid) you won't have
anything to do at home. All my leisure items are in my dorm room, so when I go
home I have nothing to do except watch TV and play the piano, both of which
aren't enough to keep me interested/entertained for an entire weekend. Not
only that but all my friends from High School are off at non-suitcase colleges
and don't come home over the weekend. Without much incentive to go home, I
usually stay in my dorm and entertain myself through various activities, many of
which get put up in humor columns on this site. Now if only more people
stayed and did the same maybe my dorm would look less like a ghost town come
Friday around 5 o'clock.
In my last post I stated that I broke my knuckle, but now after
carefully examining I have no clue what I did to it. It's probably more of
a chip in the bone than anything. The swelling has diminished and now my
hand no longer looks like Quasimodo with his deformed back. Instead my
knuckle is a dark red-purple color which resembles a bruise. Then again, it
could also be that color because my dorm is absolutely freezing. Hey
Maintenance, just because it warms up for two days does not mean you can turn
our heaters off and turn on the air conditioning! My knuckle doesn't hurt very
often, and it has yet to inhibit me from doing my usual activities. I
think the worse is over on my knuckle story so let's just close the case.
As for today, I returned to my dorm room around noon and
proceeded to work on one of the many projects I have due on Monday. After
working on my project for some time I grew bored and went to
MG's room to talk for a few hours. I haven't ever had the chance to
talk with her alone and I learned many things from our conversation. Yet,
even though I learned a lot I am still just as confused as ever about her. I've
said it once before but I think it needs to be reiterated: Some girls can be so
confusing, its like they purposefully are ambiguous with their statements just
to mess with my mind. I can see trying to decipher MG's thoughts and
motives becoming a daily routine, so check back later for more info on this
continuing soap opera.
After my conversation with MG I practiced the piano, which
interestingly enough is something I actually do for fun, and then I ran
into two of my friends and ate at Caddo with them. Once again, I was drawn
into another interesting conversation which I probably won't discuss here
but I will say it was a very eye opening discussion. In fact, if I had
followed through with the topic, I probably wouldn't be here typing this
tonight. Instead I would be hanging with those friends while being put in
situations beyond my control which all have unknown consequences (which pretty
much describes my entire college life). I am surprised on how much a person can
change over a period of a year, as the girl I talked to at dinner was someone
who did not seem the type that would partake in said acts.
I've seen too many people lose their scholarships due to stupid reasons, such as
playing games too much, or sleeping in instead of attending class, and I don't
want to see anyone else leave due to the same or other reasons. Which is
why its so surprising to me that people who were straight and knew what they
were doing last year could mess up their college career this year with such
pitiful excuses. Of course it's not my job to tell them that, everyone needs to
realize these things for themselves, and most people think what they are doing
is for the best. Luckily for me, most of the people in my dorm are smart
to realize they need a good work ethic to survive in the real world and I don't
have to be worried about them not showing up next year. Funny, here I am
talking about needing a good work ethic to survive and yet just today I stopped
working on a project just to converse with a girl for a few hours...
And with that, I am out of room. Don't worry though I plan on
coming back Monday with my usual J-cap that will contain all the humor you need
to survive! Until then, help me with my work...
March 7, 2002- "No one cares
how much you know, until they know how much you care"
I am really undecided about how to view today. Overall, I
accomplished little of what was required out of me, but on the other hand I had
some fairly good reasons. The way it's looking now, I am going to be busy all
this weekend working on projects due this past week, so don't expect much out of
me come Monday. Plus, I think I broke my knuckle 3 days ago and didn't
realize it until today. I slammed my knuckle into something earlier this
week (can't quite remember what it was I hit) and then today that same knuckle
was 3 times larger than it should be. Is it possible to break a bone and
not realize it? Oh well, from what I hear there's not much I can do about
it except let it heal and just proceed with life like I would. Luckily its
my right-hand ring-finger knuckle, probably the one finger I use the least (I'm
left handed) so it shouldn't cause too much of a problem, heck I'm typing this
like I normally would. Not only that, but I've used my hand in some
extreme activities (re: Spider-Man pics in yesterdays post) since I busted it
and it didn't bother me then. Also, I think my friend Stephen did the same thing
a few years back and his hand turned out okay... then again, this is the same
friend who claimed he didn't need stitches after a shovel "accidentally" cut a 1
inch gash in his head; and the same Stephen who recently went to the hospital
because he let two of his back teeth turn black with rot because he was to
stubborn to do anything about them... Now that I think about it, maybe I
should lay off the usual extreme activities until the swelling goes down.
What else... oh yea, I started receiving a little flak today from
people who didn't like their pictures in yesterday's post. Most were good
sports and enjoyed the humor, while one in particular wasn't happy at all (she
also caries a grudge against me due to some "incident").
She got rather mad at me and yet still seemed to be her usual happy self while
doing it. It's people like her who confuse me, I can't tell if they're
just playing with me or are really mad at me. I remember last semester I
commented on her leotard and she really laid a guilt trip on me because of it.
I ended up giving in and apologizing all weekend for it until she finally told
me she was just joking around. Some girls are just too confusing. In the
end I still have the last laugh, though, but that's a massive story for another
article...
Finally, I must share my condolences with an old dorm friend of mine who
lost someone very close to her this morning: We (the dorm and your friends) are
all praying for you, Leah, and are here for you as always. If you ever
need anything you know where to go...
-J wishes he knew what to do
March 6, 2002- "The two most common things in the
universe are hydrogen and stupidity"
Today was awkward. I went through most of the day
thinking it was Thursday and trying to convince myself that the weekend was one
day away. After a day like Tuesday I think my mind was just wanting to
rest and the closer I thought it was to the weekend the better I would
feel. Most of the day went by without a hitch. I turned in my poster,
showed up to every class, survived
Caddo, worked on my screen-print, and in the end I just hung around the dorm
talking to friends.... oh yeah, I had a camera too. It's amazing what
valuable lessons you learn when you take a camera into a dorm:
Never surprise a person playing Everquest
1
2
Don't insult a softball player because she probably could
beat you up
Some people just can't be bothered while
practicing
Acting like Spider-man is fun
Scaring people while acting like
Spider-man is better
People give you funny looks when they
realize it was them you were talking about in a recent J-cap article
You can still see your girlfriend even if she lives
300 miles away
If two girls give you a weird look
when you walk into their room, they were probably talking about you
Finally, people mad at you for locking them in the bathroom
will always smile
before they attack
And that, my friends, was my Wednesday. Look forward to
more "picture stories" in the future, as I expect a lot of good use to come out
of that digital camera...
So until tomorrow, never trust a guy with a camera and Photoshop
-J
March 5, 2002- "If at first
you don't succeed, redefine success."
Yeah I know I'm late with my post, but after a day like today I'm lucky I
have the strength to even post something. I finally had a taste of the
graphic design industry today when I was given a job to accomplish by a
certain deadline. I only expected to spend a hour tops working on the task
given to me; instead I spent 8 hours preparing a poster for the printer so
it can be distributed across campus. It's amazing how some jobs seem so
small and easy when you think about them, but when you actually start to work on
them they will take up most of your day and you still won't finish them.
Today I woke up at 6:45 and did not get back to my room until 10:30 PM due the
whole poster job. I had no idea about all the intricacies that go into
setting up a seemingly simple poster for publication. In the long run,
this job has given me some industry experience so I guess it was worth it...
In other news, did anyone read the new Oracle (our school
newspaper)? Seems like one of our own students has felt the
need advertise himself in the ad section. If taken seriously the ad just
seems stupid, but if you realize it was put in there as a joke it can be quite
funny. For those of you curious, the ad reads:
"The real student of the week is Mitch Mangrum. Mitch is a member of
the Honors College and has a 4.0 GPA. He is also a Nobel Prize winner, for
his groundbreaking cancer research, and was nominated for a Pulitzer for his
writings based on cultural diversity. Mitch is current directing a feature-film
and has an estimated net worth o35(sic) Million."
I actually laughed when reading this, because only Mitch would be
the type to write something of the sort. I guess he chose to place the ad
because he has yet to win the Student of the week this year (hate to tell you
this Mitch, but you can't win if you are the only one who nominated yourself).
Congrats to Mitch for actually bringing laughter back to the newspaper, and for
helping me waste space on this page by commenting on your ad. Now leave me
alone.... ;)
Of course there can't be a week that goes by without me complaining
about something, and today I have found that complaint: The only source
real source of "good" food on campus is at the Reddie Cafe. In order to buy that
"delicious" food you either need to pay via cash, a rare object among college
students, or with your ID card which draws the money from your declining
balance. I try to eat at the Reddie Cafe 2-3 times a week but I was
hindered from doing so last week by an unforeseen circumstance. For some
reason my card does not scan at the Reddie Cafe anymore. It's not
that I don't have an account, the machines just can't read my card anymore.
So how do I have to fix this? By getting a brand new card...
Okay, so that doesn't sound so bad, but I (or my stubbornness) have a problem
with it. First of all, I know my card works- I use it everyday at the
Caddo, the Art Annex building, the Mac lab, and the Garrison labs.
So if the card doesn't work at the Reddie Cafe, is it my fault? Do I have a
faulty card? I think not (thus I do not exist according to Descartes'
"Cogito ergo sum"). I've had my card since the fall semester of '98, and I
was actually hoping it could last me until I graduate sometime in the next 7+
years. If I get a new card, my old card will cease to function and will be
destroyed (or so I've been told, I probably should look into this one) which is
something I am too stubborn to accept. Also, I am either
working or in class from 8-5 everyday, I really don't have the time nor the
funds to stop by Womack to get the new card (again, I was told it costs
money to get a new card, a fact I need to verify first). Mainly, my
complaint is why should I go out of my way to get a new card when it is not
required anywhere else. Reddie Cafe used to be able to type in our SS#
when a card didn't work, but for some reason they are no longer "allowed" to do
so. I can see them refusing to type in my SS# when I forget my card, but
if I give them my ID card which has my ID number on it what difference does it
make whether they slide it or type it? I know I don't have much to back my
complaint on (basically because it is based on stubbornness/laziness/nostalgia)
but I still don't understand what their reasoning in implementing this new "No
typing SS#" rule. If I could get a new card and still be allowed to
use/keep my old card then I really wouldn't complain. But if I have to
lose the last remaining artifact of my first-week-in-college-4-years-ago because
of some stupid new Reddie Cafe rule, then I think I have the right to stand up
and do something about it. Which I just did...
BTW, are you curious of why I really don't like the Caddo Cafeteria?
March 4, 2002- "If something
can't go wrong at all, it will go wrong in a very spectacular way"
Another weekend come and gone, another week lays out before
me, let the countdown until Spring Break begin. As I mentioned in my last
post, many events occurred over this past weekend. While nothing was
absolutely spectacular, overall the weekend was a success: much happened,
and little got done. Hmmmm, well by that definition the weekend was a
total failure since I failed to accomplish anything productive, but we'll just
ignore that technicality.
So what did you come here to read? Did you want a detailed
story on my non-productive weekend, or did you want to read about the humorous portions?
Well, if it's humor you want then let's see what the J-cap of the weekend has to
say...
Student Trapped!
Arkadelphia - An ill-fated
student was accidentally locked in her own bathroom for a small duration in the
early morning hours of Saturday, March 2. The student, a resident of Oaks
Honors Hall, became stuck in the bathroom she shared with her suitemates due to
a technicality in the dorm's design. Each dorm room shares a bathroom with the
room directly next to it, and in order to keep the privacy of each dorm room the
bathroom door locks from the outside. The original reasoning behind this was to
keep the suitemates from walking through the bathroom and stealing stuff from
the next room, but what the designers did or did not realize was that someone
could effectively be trapped within the bathroom by having each door
locked from it's respective dorm room. Such a tragedy befell the resident,
who shall be referred to as MG, as she returned from her late night job around
the 1:00 hour. Upon returning to her room, she entered her bathroom to
prepare herself for bed. Unbeknownst to MG, each bathroom door
mysteriously and silently shut and locked itself. How this happened still
remains a mystery as both MG's suitemates and roommate had gone to their
respective homes for the weekend. When MG tried to exit the bathroom she
quickly realized her predicament and began to knock on her door to be freed.
As luck would have it, MG would only be trapped in the bathroom for about
five minutes before she was rescued by two gentlemen who had just returned from
a late night social gathering. After hearing her plight through the
remarkably thin dorm walls, both residents rushed to her door to free her. She
quickly returned the favor by blaming them for her entrapment. "Should
have figured [MG] would blame us. She always blames those around her when
something goes wrong, which seems to happen quite frequently with her" stated
one of
the rescuers. The other rescuer was unavailable for comment as he was
removing fingerprints from two unrelated bathroom doors.
Dorm friends see new sides of
each other at gathering
Arkadelphia - A group of dorm friends traveled together to a small gathering at
a house in southern Arkadelphia where they witnessed sides of each other
previously unknown. The gathering, one of many that occurred that night,
was accompanied by loud music which inspired many of the female friends in the
group to dance. The males sat down and conversed with other attendees
until they noticed the strange dancing style of their female friends.
"Wow, I never knew Mary* could dance like that" claimed one awe-stricken dorm
resident, "She must have been in gymnastics as a kid". Other attendees
tried to comment but were unable to due to their jaws being stuck on the floor.
The females' moves, while mostly benign in nature, consisted of fluid motions
that can be found in gymnastic meets and Jennifer Lopez videos. After the
music stopped each female returned to her previous task as her male friends
still pondered where they learned so many cool moves.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent which, regardless of what this article may imply, are still quite innocent.
IN BRIEF
Skunk Attack!
A local dorm was attacked late Sunday night by a skunk and it's array of putrid
smells. Those residents still residing within the building could do
nothing but gag and pray for a quick intervention of a car tire which had
successfully thwarted an attack by a previous skunk.
Eight-ball sunk prematurely
A game of pool ended quite prematurely
when during the second shot the Eight-ball accidentally fell into the pocket.
To make matters worse, the Eight-ball was the first ball to be knocked into the
hole and was also the farthest from a hole. The shooter was thoroughly
humiliated but was relieved when numerous other moronic events occurred to other
players.
Dual facades broken!
Two students who had each created a
false image of himself/herself to impress the other were promptly embarrassed
when each discovered the other at a function which neither were thought to
attend. After attempting to conjure up a lame excuse to explain his/her
presence, each individual finally gave in and admitted their facades
simultaneously.
Spelling and grammar check not accustomed to Web addict's
slang.
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PrOce5s0r would'nt acc5pt hiz wr1tNg stylz. "IMO this Progr4m is sCr5Wed
up" claimed the typist "I mean, WTF? Why dozn't it like my 'breviationz?". Why
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February 29 March 1, 2002-
"Never argue with an idiot; they'll drag you down
to their level and beat you with experience"
Finally, the weekend has arrived! I don't care how bad
a Friday is, nothing can ruin my enjoyment of a weekend... that is unless of
course they steal it from me by forcing me to partake in some event which I'd
rather not be apart. If today were a Tuesday, I would have hated it: it
was cold, wet and rather boring. Instead since it's a Friday, I think it was an
awesome day!
I now have a new idea for to make conversations easier.
For those of you following, a while back a called for a "sarcasm font" you can
use while typing so indicate you were being sarcastic. I can't count the
instances where someone took my sarcasm in E-mail for truth and were really
offended by it. My sense of humor mainly revolves around sarcasm and without a
way to type it effectively I can really get myself in trouble. That's why
I say make a "sarcasm" font type like italics or bold so you just let people
know not to take you seriously. I think putting the label <sarcasm alert>
in front of any potential sarcasm pretty much ruins the idea. Anyways back
to the point at hand, my new idea is walk-by key words:
With the hustle and bustle of today's world we don't have time to have
even a small conversation as you pass someone on the sidewalk. I
pass people everyday on the way to class and all I ever have time to say is
"hey" or some questions like "how are you". Many times I have already passed the
person before they can fully answer so all we get is some half-way conversation.
Of course most people would stop and actually talk to the people they pass if
they wanted a full conversation, but who has time for that anymore? I pass
by at least 5 people I know every time I walk across campus to work/class and I
don't have time to catch up with everyone I see. Thus I say we need short
"key-words" that stand for full sentences. Kind of like they have in chat
rooms where IMO means "in my opinion" or ROFL mean "roll on floor
laughing", why don't we have short hand conversation tools for passing by?
Like I could walk by someone and say "Hoi-hoi" which would mean "Hey, how are
you doing, has you day been good?" and they can reply "Bene" which would mean
"Hey yourself, pretty good, talk to you later" or something of the sort. Of
course I am pulling this words out of thin air, but you get the drift. In the
time it takes you say hi to someone you already have to say bye to them, but if
you refuse to do either in the South then you are considered un friendly or
inconsiderate or *gasp* a stuck up prick. So why not integrate hello and
goodbye into a single word/phrase so you aren't left with a hanging
conversation? Also we can take a note from the Chinese and change
the meaning or tone of a word by different inflictions of the voice. If you say
it higher than normal than it means you're happy, while lower means sad. Most
people do this as it is, so it would come naturally I guess. Of course this is
just an idea, something I think should happen, not necessarily something that
will happen. But then again, I've seen teenagers turn in essays containing
the same chat lingo I mentioned earlier. Maybe in a few years as the generations
that were raised by "short-hand chat conversations" mature and take over our own
lingo will change with them. Until then, I am just going to have to live
with my half-way conversations...
On to the next topic... well... its the weekend, and events
happen. Not sure if they need to be posted now but sometime soon I'll put
them up. That is, only if I see no harm in doing so. Until then, I'll
leave you with this final thought: I just think I sent the wrong people to the
wrong party. A group of people came to me asking how to get to someone's
house where a party was going on, and I told them how to get there. Now that I
think about it, I sent them to the wrong house and the wrong party. I knew of a
few events going on tonight so I guess I just got them confused. What's
even worse is the house I sent them to contains the type of people who are
totally opposite of them and who might even oppose them. Talk about an awkward
moment, I'm glad I'm not apart of it ;) Hopefully both groups of people
will be too wasted to realize who's there... Oh well, at least I didn't
send them to someone's grandmother's house at 1 AM, cuz that is always an
awkward moment... not that I would know... (where's that sarcasm font?!?!?)
J misses Dennis Miller
February 28, 2002- "In
most instances, all an argument proves is that two people are present"
Well, the debate is still on whether or not I should post
those "interesting yet memorable" moments on this site and risk embarrassing
others. So while I ponder on that you can enjoy this *brief *synopsis of today's
events:
Woke up, missed breakfast, froze butt off, drew picture at
work, worked on same picture in class/missed class lecture, had bizarre
encounter at lunch, ate, wished I hadn't eaten, procrastinated, learned C++,
realized I should have done homework instead of procrastinating, went back to
work, stayed late working on same picture, finished picture, ate, remembered lunch fiasco, deja vu with food,
played 2 hour pool game, finally won game, stalked secret crush, freaked
out Dennis by having his mom call him after reading the Feb 18 entry and quoting
to him his laughable predicament, updated this page,
uploaded Ultimate questionnaire, heard
someone from across the dorm squawk like a pterodactyl while I updated this
page, deducted a card game was being played, thought of
better/funnier things to say on this page after updating it, too lazy to update
it again, going/went to bed.
In other surprising news, tomorrow begins the weekend, a
weekend in which much-is-planned yet little-will-happen. That's the
problem with going to a suitcase college , whenever a weekend comes around all
the people I actually want to spend time with depart towards those weird places
called "home" to see those enigmatic groups labeled as "families". While I
no doubt do the same (mainly due to lack of other things to do or me needing
more "free" supplies), I don't see what is so desirable about doing such a
thing. Sure it's nice to see the family and catch up/fight, but do you need to
do it every weekend? Expect a rant on this topic sometime over the weekend
when/if I have the luxury of free time...
Until next time, just go to class.
-J wishes he could have HBO so he could learn
from Dennis Miller's rants
February 27, 2002- "Halfway there"
As of right now the week is officially halfway over, and my
body is already preparing for the switch into weekend mode. But before I
can fully convert I must complete a few projects my friendly professors have
required of me. Oh yes, nothing makes a week slow down more than having to
overload yourself with work the few days before you are set free. But
rather than bore you with the incessant tripe that is my homework I will humor
you with my escapades of last night.
After tolerating Caddo's dinner, I proceeded to dash towards
the dorm rather than take my usual leisurely walk. This change of pace was
of course caused by 15 degree weather that was freezing me inside out. But
it turns out my haste was for naught, because when I reached the door to the
dorm my key would not open it. Nothing is funnier than seeing someone
locked outside the dorm in 15 degree weather while everyone is inside all cozy
and warm. Unless of course that person is me. Luckily someone was able to
let me in, and it turns out it wasn't my key that was the problem but the actual
door. Add this to the list of problems in the Honors dorm: the side door
won't open now unless brutally kicked, and that only works in one direction.
Four out of five times the keys don't unlock the door and the resident is left
outside in the bitter cold contemplating if it is worth it to walk all the way
down to the next door. My question is this "Why didn't it do this when it was at
least tolerable outside?"
After thawing out in the lobby I played a quick game of pool
and then changed for the Arête parte', which was more enjoyable than I thought
it would be. Unfortunately I didn't receive any awards at the parte' (nor
did I expect to), but I was privileged to a few jokes about Henry VIII by our
own Dr. Thompson. Not only that, but I finally saw a girl who I had talked
to quite a few times through Mascot but never knew what she looked like.
Too bad she had to stay at the parte' late and I had to leave early due to
"pool" arrangements. Oh well, I am sure I will hear from KM135754 sooner
or later...
The next few hours were accompanied by the blur of colorful
solid and stripped spheres soaring (sometimes literally) into geometrically
placed black gutters. Of course in the end I stood victor in the majority
of the matches, mainly by my cunning use of treaties which help me team up
against all the good players until only us crappy players remain on the table
(yes these are 3-5 player games). Then there were the few ERS games
I played afterwards which consisted my slapping my hand too hard against the
linoleum floor (and paying for it with much pain later) and listening to the
squawks of a fellow player every time she missed a slap. I have deducted that
card games bring out the animals in people, literally, as many of the residents
in my dorm make animal noises while they play. Sometimes you'll hear
people squawk like pterodactyls while other times its an annoying (and laughably
accurate) chicken clucking. Ah, but what can I say, life wouldn't be as fun
without such idiosyncrasies to poke fun at (oh darn, a preposition at the end of
a sentence).
As for the rest of the night... well I am currently in debate
with myself on how to write my journal entries with regards to other persons.
In normal circumstances in which no one would read the but me, I wouldn't
hesitate describing every event in great detail regardless how "right" or
"wrong" it was. But since the is now a public column I don't know how talk
about certain people or events. I have no problem with digging myself into
a hole with my colorful commentary based on past events, but I don't want to
place others in the hole with me. Nor do I want to embarrass people
who do not want their idiosyncrasies publicly known. So do I avoid talking
about those "interesting events" just to spare others the embarrassment (or
trouble) that would be brought about by them? Or do I "tell all" and go with the
punches (even the physical ones)? Of course I would change the names, but
still people who know me and my friends would probably figure out who I am
talking about which may cause some problems. It's either that or just
write daily about my not-as-interesting-escapades and maybe end up boring the
reader even more as I, being a creature of habit, have the uncanny ability
to do the same activities multiple days in a row.
Well, as I contemplate my options I will bid the farewell.
If anyone has an opinion please E-mail me
and I will take them into consideration. So until tomorrow, try to get
some sleep.
-J., a lover of irony, is still trying to figure out what an
appositive is.
February 26, 2002- Gee, I sure love Spring.
I love how the the grass is a bright green and how the air is crisp and cool.
Days like that almost force you to go outside to do work. That is exactly how
this weekend was and I enjoyed every minute of it. And that was exactly
how today was too, except it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit (wind chill) and windy
beyond belief. After having such a great weekend who would have expected
such a frigid day?
Well beyond the pain it has been to walk from building to
building, today has gone over fairly well. The student art show opened up
and quite a few of my friends won prizes in it. I have an Arête
parte' happening tonight which gives me a valid reason not to show up for my
Contemporary Art History class. Plus I had a great "game night" last night
where I pretty much won every card/pool game I played in a 3 hour period.
Beyond that, I have just worked on my animations for this site, and listened to
my new piano mp3s. Oh yea, it's 5:00 now so I won't be saying much else,
at least for now. Maybe later I'll update with a little juicer column since some
pretty interesting events have occurred, many of which would take too long for
me to write about now...
February 25, 2002- "Does your power work?"
Wow, what a roller coaster of a week it has been. The best
way to describe the past couple of days would be as a "teaser weekend".
I was shown many gifts over the weekend, only to have them taken away from me
and placed beyond my reach, thus I call it teasing me. First of all, on
Friday I finally hooked my computer up where I could update this page from my
dorm room. If you read Friday's post you know I had many plans to update this
page, and with the ability to update at my leisure I went frenzy. I was
ecstatic, I had major plans I was going to work on, but alas everything went
sour at the last minute:
Plan - work on my animations on my
computer to post here over the weekend.
Problem - My 100 layer Photoshop files literally killed my
computer. After opening the file I heard my computer scream it's death throes
and then shut down on me.
Plan - work on my snow portfolio.
Problem - First of all, the pictures were in a
format which my computer couldn't read. After downloading 4 different programs I
finally found one which read the picture format and save it on my computer.
Then I imported all of the pictures I had taken and started looking through them
until I noticed I didn't have any of my snow pictures on my dorm computer...
Plan - create more art via Bryce 5
Problem - my copy of Bryce 5 couldn't be read by my
DVD/CD-RW/CD-ROM hybrid.
Plan - describe my experiences
in paragraph form on this page.
Problem - "This file cannot be saved, it is already in
use". I guess I forgot to close down my other connection to this page on my work
computer which was locked away in Evans.
Plan - Download new piano music which
I have been waiting patiently for since September.
Problem - First of all I couldn't find any place that
had the mp3s, but after 2 hours of work I finally found an FTP site which
contained them. Things were looking good.... Oh no! The school's proxy
refuses to let me connect to THAT FTP!!!! I can connect to any other one, but
the FTP I was wanting would not accept my connection.
Plan - Go to parents house, connect to
forbidden ftp, copy mp3s, send them to dorm computer.
Problem - This one actually worked, accept for some reason
couldn't connect to my computer from my house. How very odd...
Plan - Go back to dorm,
listen to new mp3s, work on webpage, watch TV/movies, play video games, calm
self down, repeat all day Saturday and Sunday.
Problem - This one would have worked except for the
fact that our dorm's power went out. Only a single lamp worked in my room,
nothing else. I had no lights, no TV, no computer, not a single entertaining
item. Not only that, but all my dorm friend left due to their power going
out so I didn't even have anyone to talk to. To add salt to my wounds, I
had just placed a gallon of milk in my fridge and lord only knows what it has
turned into after being left in a warm fridge all weekend. This whole "no
electricity" thing pretty much screwed me over for the rest of the weekend.
Plan - End it all by jumping out of
window.
Problem - With no lights in my room, I couldn't even
find the window, I ended up jumping into a concrete wall. Okay, so I never
planned on jumping out of the window, but after all that went wrong this weekend
what else could I have done?
And that was my weekend. Wow, after a weekend like that what more could happen to me? Well only time will tell...
February 22, 2002- "When it rains it pours" or
"When it's sunny you get burned"
Actually I couldn't find a positive quote that has the same meaning
as that, but portrays my day well. Earlier today I had a full list I was
ready to type into my journal today, because quite frankly a lot has happened in
the past 24 hours. I planned on putting two hours of work into this entry,
instead I only have 15 minutes... It's not a bad thing though, because
what hindered my from writing today was my sense of productiveness! I
recently came across my old animation folder which I passed over when putting my
artwork pieces on this site. After
uploading them to the artwork page I
was motivated enough to start working on some more. For the past two hours I
have been working frame by frame on editing a
certain animation (this is the
rough draft). Add that to my desire to fix my snow pictures, and you will
see that today I actually have more projects I desire to work on than I have
time to work with them! Hopefully my memory will be with my all weekend so
I can describe today's events on Monday's post (can't post over the weekend, I
have to be at my faculty computer to edit this site). But before I go I
have to give one last shout of joy.. Yea!! I got paid today!!!! Woohoo!!!!
Until Monday, have a safe weekend.
February 21, 2002- "Ever have one of those days
where you just don't want to do anything?"
Someone asked me that questions last night and I just smiled my answer
back to them. Last night I had plans to finish a screen-printing, work on
a book for Digital page, and help someone get their computer back to
working order. Instead I was involved in many pool games, slaughtered the
competition in both a SSX Tricky tournament and a Tekken Tag tournament (the
latter being my first time to play said game which further proves the
effectiveness of button mashing), and searched the internet for mp3s which would
never be found. Oh yea, I also found out I can do a standing long jump of
87 inches and can effectively place my entire back against the dorm ceiling just
by suspending myself between two walls and crawling up. How that ever came up, I
have no idea, it's just an example of the crazy stuff that happens in our dorm.
I planned on doing work yesterday, but again those plans fell through due to
pointless entertainment. The good news is the major project I failed to do
last night was not asked to be turned today. It seems my absent-minded professor
totally forgot that he stated last class period to turn them in today, an event
which seems to happen quite frequently among the art teachers. Oh well, no skin
off my back. At least now I have more time to procrastinate and fail to work on
it when planned.
On the other hand, today has been semi-productive. I started
working on my snow portfolio for this site. Basically it is a collection of
pictures taken during our "big" snow storm 2 weeks ago. My progress on it
is hindered though, since many of my shots required a flash which ended up
reflecting off of the indeterminable amount of snow flakes falling to the
ground. The result is 20-30 beautiful snow pictures covered in an annoying
series of randomly placed white specks. Hopefully after a little work in
Photoshop those pictures will be fixed and posted on this site. Until then I
will be looking at the pictures pixel by pixel replacing every white spot/pixel
with a more subtle color, much like I did with my
old fire picture.
Uh oh, looks like I will have to work on those snow pictures
tomorrow, for my time today has ended and I have many other projects I planned
on procrastinating tonight. Until, tomorrow... think of a good parting
line for me.
February 20, 2002 (AKA 0220-2002 )- Once again we are half way
through the week and I have nothing to show for it. I did however have an
interesting bit of irony happen at work earlier though. For starters, I
"accidentally" failed to show up to my sociology class due restraints put on to
me by my evil pillow. Of course this is a victimless crime (unless of
course you call me a victim), and it's a crime that the consequences are fairly
easy to avoid... that is unless I see my teacher. I usually make it a
habit not to see my teachers on the days I skip their classes (of course I
rarely partake in either action anyways), but sometimes it is unavoidable. Like
today. I show up to work and the first task I am given is to install
FrontPage 2002 on a faculty's computer. Not exactly a hard job, except this time
it turned out to be my sociology professor. To make things worse (or
better I guess) this teacher actually knows me and recognizes me, a feat quite
rare for a professor who teaches a class of 150. Needless to say the
following 5 minutes in his office are quite awkward because I know he is well
aware that I skipped his class. Luckily, this teacher is actually quite
nice about the whole thing and gives me a review sheet of important stuff I
missed and never even asked about my absence. This whole event has taught
me three things: if you are going to skip class, skip work too; never
trust what the pillow tells you; and always ignore your first rule because the
pillow is the one who told you to write it.
Another funny note: for some odd reason the dorm's hot water
has been turned off. This was especially surprising to me when I (eventually)
got up and jumped in the bathroom for a nice, relaxing, hot shower.
Needless to say, the event that occurred after I turned on the "hot water"
is probably something that you would see in a comedy/sitcom. Oh yea, considering
my attire, make that an X rated comedy/sitcom.
Double Trouble: today is the date of the Final Fantasy
Concert, the first official concert in over 10 years. The last one, released on
the CD FF: Symphonic Suite, contained music from FF1-3 while this one should
bring us up to date through FFX. The sad fact is I am stuck in Arkansas while
the concert in Tokyo (or some unpronounceable city name)... sigh. Another
bonus is today is the release day for FFX: Piano Collections. After
listening to FFIX: PC about 300 billion times I am ready to move on and see what
this new one has in store for me. Not only that, but it initiates my
search for the elusive piano collections score book so I try to recreate the
music on my own piano. Normally, I would be rejoicing from the two
ventures in Final Fantasy symphonic music that were released today , in fact I
have been counting down to today since late January, but it wasn't until this
morning that I realized "Hey just because they came out today doesn't mean I
will get to listen to them." Nope, the tragedy endures, as I now know I
have no way of listening to these masterpieces until I find a way to pay for
them, or some illegal way of acquiring them...
Can't....decide......which...to....do...
February 19, 2002- Have I mentioned I detest, loathe, hate Tuesdays? Well just for this semester that is. Most people don't like Mondays because it means they have to go back to work, but that doesn't bother me. So what is it that causes me to detest Tuesdays? Because of wonderful my scheduling ability, I have to wake up at 7 AM and I do not get to come back to my room until 9 PM. I have my daily work/class 8-5 routine I do, which is becoming quite natural now, but just when I think my day is done BAM! I have another 6-9 class which could put an insomniac to sleep. The class, contemporary art history, really isn't that bad of a class, but after a whole day of learning/procrastinating I am ready to move on and relax by the time class rolls around. Tonight in the class, for the first 90 minutes I was struggling to prop my head up so I could stay awake. The next half I was literally counting down the seconds until I was free again. To make matters worse, I keep forgetting to actually PAY ATTENTION in class and still know no more about Contemporary Art History than I did at the beginning of the semester. Beyond that nothing much of interest happened to me today. Right now I am so low on "thought fuel" that I am about to fall out of my chair and sleep on...my... nice.....hard....tile......floommmmmmmmm
February 18, 2002- I finally created a page that I can update daily with my nonsensical wishes and whims. At least now I will have something more productive to do other than looking at the same webpages over and over waiting desperately for a new update. So what shall I discuss today, the first of hopefully many entries? Should I recap an otherwise meaningless day and possibly bore any potential readers (but accurately document a regular day in my college life for historical purposes), or should I Hollywood-ize my weekend and entertain my viewers with elaborate (and often exaggerated) tales of my adventures over said weekend? Considering my free time is suddenly dwindling as my escape time of 5:00 draws very near, I will just recap my weekend in News-story style fashion. Just think of it as "the 11 minute J-cap at 4:49":
Little Rock - On Friday the 15th, a group of HSU college students attended a local "Techno/dance" social gathering commonly referred to as a "Rave". Described as an eye-opening experience by most of the attendees, the party consisted of numerous participants between the ages of 15-25. One of the attendees, who asked to remain anonymous and will be referred to only as "J", described the night as "Exhilarating, everyone just danced the night away to great techno music and awesome visuals. The coolest thing was no one judged another person there: we were all their (sic) to have fun and everyone was friends with the person next to them." As later reported, some examples of the music played were remixes of the popular "All your base are belong to us" and "Ode to Joy", while the visuals consisted of continuous animation loops of characters from "Alice and Wonderland", "He-man", "Invader Zim", and "Princess Mononoke". "Most of the night we just danced and enjoyed the loud music" recalls J "There were times where we got tired, but they had free arcades there so you could sit and rest and entertain yourself". J then recalled an event of the night that stuck out "This cute long-haired brunette came up and asked me something. Unfortunately due to the loud music I couldn't tell what she said, so I just said no and she hugged me. Now that I think I about it, I sure wish I knew what question I answered..." While the trip was meant to be pure entertainment for the college troupe it actually was educational for many "What did I learn from this trip?" asked J, "The only thing that sticks out in my mind is 'Damn, I need to learn how to dance' ". J's comment was later confirmed by everyone else in the group. On the ride home, the side effects of the nights outing soon became apparent, as each participant had a loud ringing in his ear, and many kept nodding their heads or shaking their bodies in beat even though no music was being played.
Arkadelphia -On Saturday February 16th, a first floor resident of Oaks Hall dormitory was mildly annoyed when his upstairs neighbor played his music so loud that it vibrated the residents room. The upstairs neighbor, who had awakened earlier than anticipated, played his music louder than normal due to his temporary inability to hear quiet noises. His infliction, caused by the previous night's events, was also accompanied by an intense desire to learn how to dance which led to his loud playing of music. After numerous hours of music playing and failed dancing moves, the upstairs resident resorted to entertaining himself through colorful video games much to the joy of his distraught downstairs neighbor.
Arkadelphia - An area college student was unfairly yet humorously denied participation due to a technicality in one of many billiard played on the evening of Saturday, February 16th. The player, Dennis, was apart of a group of 4 students playing a pool game called Cutthroat. Cutthroat is usually played with 3 people who each claim 5 balls on the table and proceed to hit the other players' balls in until his balls are the only one left on the table. In this 4 person game, each person chose 3 balls on the table (only after they hit a single ball in) and after 4 sets were chosen the last unused set (there are normally 15 balls) was considered dead and promptly removed from the table. An important rule in the game is if a player scratches on his shot, each of the other players places one of their removed balls back on the table, but only if they have chosen a set. This rule inadvertently caused a technicality in the game, as 3 of the 4 members had already chosen their set and proceeded to remove the balls on the table before Dennis could choose his set. When the 2 remaining sets were removed from the table, it was realized that Dennis would be unable to play because he could not choose his set since was not allowed to shoot. Without being able to choose a set of balls, none of his balls would be placed on the table in the event of a scratch and he was the left out of the remaining of the match while his friends laughed at him.
