May 2004
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Finales
07 May, 2004 at 10:01 AM by Ren | Permalink
So, there's not a lot to say this morning except a bunch of disjoined things.
First off, I'm glad everything is right in the world as Ross and Rachel got back together. Hooray! It made me misty a little, you know. I guess it proves that a bitter old 'mo like me still believes in love. Well, just a little. The rest of the time, it's all about "Fuck Love."
Second, today is a big day on campus. Commencement is today and one of my bestest friends is graduating. That crazy Freaky graduates today; then in less than two weeks she heads out to Florida for a Disney internship. I have to say I'm very proud of my Freaky, but I'm going to miss her terrible bad. No one here in the office is as big a goober as she and I were together. It's just not going to be the same. I'm going to miss her punk ass. On the upside, she'll get me cheap tickets to Disneyworld so it all works out, I guess.
All around me things are ending! Wednesday marked the end of the first season of The O.C. Now I have nothing to do on Wednesdays. Friends marked the end of it's run yesterday. Freaky is graduating today. It's finales all around!
Speaking of finales, do you think this is who's up for the next finale?
He wears short shorts
10 May, 2004 at 02:20 PM by Ren | Permalink
You know, I have absolutely no problem with Brad Pitt wearing short skirts. In fact, I applaud the move--lets face it, Braddy P. is a smokin' piece of ass; Jennifer Aniston, while quite the hottie herself, should be envied--she sees His Bradness in all his birthday suit glory whenever she pleases...bitch. So the fact that he's predicting men will be wearing skirts is rather good. In my book, the more leg Brad Pitt shows, the better.
So since he's predicting metrosexuals everywhere will start wearing skirts, I don't scoff at all; after all, first season Star Trek: the Next Generation has plenty of men walking around in skirts.
Hell, if they predict it on Star Trek, it's got to be true. They predicted flip-phones and communicators after all, didn't they?
Horrifying
11 May, 2004 at 11:40 PM by Ren | Permalink
So, my curiosity got the best of me (and I'm sorry, I try not to prostelytize about politics here since I prefer to keep it lighthearted for the most part, but I just had to today).
Watching the Countdown on MSNBC I watched the disgusting story of American soldiers abusing Iraqi prisoners and then watched the story on the 'beheading' of the American hostage Nick Berg.
Like I said, my curiosity got the best of me. I went looking online for the video of the beheading of Nick Berg. What I saw was nothing short of gruesome. Absolutely disgusting. Those extremists are nothing but animals. I in no way condone the actions of the soldiers abusing the prisoners, but their mistreatment of their charges has led to this gross act.
Those terrorists butchered that man. Absolutely butchered. They didn't behead that man. They slit his throat on one side, then the other and then proceded to saw back and forth until they got his head off and showed it to the camera. There really are no words to describe the terrible screams of that man as those monsters killed him. There simply aren't.
I can't tell you why I decided that I should watch that, but now I'm more convinced than ever that the wrong man is running our country. His leadership--if it can be called that--has been nothing short of a miserable failure. I do not dispute the fact that Saddam Hussein was a bad man and needed to go, but at what cost? He wasn't directly threatening us, he wasn't involved in the attacks on the World Trade Center, his WMD are so far nonexistent--so then why are we there? Because some redneck has a score to settle with a man who threatened his father's life? Is this worth it? Is the world a safer place because of it? I doubt it. If anything this has all given the extremists the fodder to strengthen their cause. In the eyes of the Muslim world, it proves the United States is exactly what they say we are.
How many more Nick Bergs are there going to be?
Subserviant Chickens
18 May, 2004 at 10:26 AM by Ren | Permalink
You know, I've put up some really strange stuff on this site before, but truly This Takes The Cake.
Enjoy.
I'm a big huge dork
19 May, 2004 at 05:00 PM by Ren | Permalink
I'll probably expound on this later, but just for now, so you know...
I blew up my computer at home.
It's dead.
Very dead.
I'll repair it eventually.
F'n computer.
Pimtastic Ren Rock
20 May, 2004 at 01:00 PM by Ren | Permalink
My new official Pimp Name.
That beats my ethnic name. But only slightly. It's Arpeggio TyRen Knowles (I'm related to Beyonce`, yo.).
It's still no match for my drag name: Ronessa Williams-Morgan. : D
Remember what I said two days ago?
20 May, 2004 at 01:37 PM by Ren | Permalink
Scratch that. This is slightly more bizarre.
Congress is stupid
24 May, 2004 at 01:43 PM by Ren | Permalink
Truly, our Congress is not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Submitted for Evidence. I realize this isn't the full stupidity of our Congress, but the fact that some people in the legislative branch think they can even pull this off is truly ludicrous.
Seriously guys. What kind of crack are y'all smoking? And, can I have some? I have a former friend would undoubtedly be interested.
My life careens towards an especially hilarious episode of Behind the Music
26 May, 2004 at 04:02 PM by Ren | Permalink
so yeah. I realize I'm not posting as much lately, but I've been f'n busy lately. You know, it's hard to work in all the things I need to do every day like finding a good pharmacist who doesn't ask questions, keeping track of my finances and generally keeping on top of popular culture.
I'm just joking about the pharmacist; it will be years before my nightmarish descent into booze and pills so until then keep notes because someday VH1 will be contacting you about how tragic my life turned out after all. But, hey. At least it will make for entertaining television.
Speaking of entertaining television...I know I have some people who I used to consider friends that would make excellent subjects for either an E! True Hollywood Story or a VH1 Behind the Music.
Ren: You know, we should have recognized the problem right away...
[cut to INTERVIEW WITH KRYSDOL]
Krysdol: It really came as a shock, I mean, we all figured Ren would say something...he's always assigning and removing points for nonsensical things like bad taste in clothes.
TNT:It's true. He once gave me points for a salacious affair on a beach--and then took away the same amount of points for that same salacious affair on the beach!
Krysdol:Yeah! (Looking at TNT) That's why it was so shocking that he never said '-------, if you're going to do drugs at least do something cool, like Xanax. Screw this Ecstasy shit.'
But he never did.
[CUT TO: REN]
Ren: You know, I should feel obligated to make sure my self-medicating friends medicate themselves on hip, popular drugs. But seriously, if they're not going to share? Where's *my* incentive?
And you know what? I'm right. Where is my incentive? Whatever.
I guess it doesn't really matter anymore anyway. While I've dabbled in the dark arts, I never picked up a narcotic habit. However, when I do, I want to make clear that I'm not gonna go all Whitney Houston on your asses. All my drugs will be prescribed to me by my doctor, by someone dressed as a doctor or someone with a prescription tablet.
And now for something completely different: I took the first batch of digital photos from my fabulous Canon Powershot S410 to get developed at Walgreens. Twenty-nine cents a print--can't beat that price. So I got double prints made of 14 pictures. They came out nice, crisp and clear. Someday, I'll actually put all of these pictures up on my website, but not until after I configure MT to do photo galleries. And that's a while off yet.
But just think of all the totally awesome pictures you'll get to see ALL at once.
Seriously guys, think about it.
Not that anyone would notice...
27 May, 2004 at 05:37 PM by Ren | Permalink
but if you happen to be looking at the photo galleries and notice that some of them aren't working, yes, I am aware of it.
In fact, it's my fault. I'm gonna start using a new method of running the galleries. So live with it, bitches.
Motherfucker, I shoulda been motherfuckin' Black Mamba, Bitch.
oh. Sorry about that.
On touching boobs and Death Eaters
28 May, 2004 at 11:52 AM by Ren | Permalink
You know, Fridays are fun here at the university now. Everyone leaves at 11:30 and no one feels like working the 4 hours we're here before then. So basically everyone in our office sits in my office and chit-chats about crazy-ass shit like sexy lingerie parties (Cheryl's college experiences are unique, to say the least) while sipping some hot coffee.
I'd actually be gone right now myself, except I'm waiting for a CD to burn so I have appropriately fun music to listen to on my voyage home. As I wait for this CD to finish, I get an IM from my good friend RollerMog, letting me know that the comments thingy on this site is whack.
Ren: i dunno why it cut you off like that
RollerMog: it doesn't like me
RollerMog: I'm too pretty.
Ren: ay
Ren: i know
Ren: what's it like being so beautiful RollerMog?
RollerMog: I dunno, me and my skank Chrissy A, or Xtina for the uninitiated, just kick back and sip lattes and touch our right boobs.
I spit Dr. Pepper at the screen after that.
Finally, I'm reading some of the pre-release hype for the Harry Potter movie and I came across this picture. Now. When did the Harry Potter kids get abducted? And why were they replaced by a guy from the Ramones, an extra from the movie Ever After and K.D. Lang?
If I were J.K. Rowling, I'd be more than a little concerned that Death Eaters were involved.
Or maybe we just found out what Harry Potter's real constant cravings were.
Gamecube!
30 May, 2004 at 01:34 AM by Ren | Permalink
Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube!
*breathes*
Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube! Gamecube!
Can you tell I love my new Gamecube?
I'm sorry, but I have to go play more Star Wars: Clone Wars. Must save the Republic. Damn the pain in my thumbs.
Must. Beat. Dooku.
GAMECUBE! I love you! You're like CRAAAAAACK!