tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53879032011-09-30T12:04:08.759-04:00(I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.)Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.comBlogger3221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-68201136645489206532011-08-08T21:40:00.000-04:002011-08-08T21:40:43.318-04:00

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Here's a lesson for you. If you work with me, do NOT take March 31st off. Seriously, you are kinda' asking for it:   Happy April Fools Day!

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I don't believe in New Year's Resolutions. Instead my daily philosophy can be summed up in the following flowchart. via TypCut

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Wow, three posts in a row about How I Met Your Mother. It's not even my favourite show, but today does have a special meaning: The Original Slapsgiving Slapsgiving 2: Revenge of the Slap

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In one dream: Went to lunch with Cobie Smulders, where I proceeded to make fun of her Canadianism Tried to convince Jason Segel and Alyson Hannigan (Marshall & Lilly) to help me propose to Cobie. Conan O'Brien stole our onion and it was my job to get it back Arnold Scharzenegger insulted my cooking.   ...and so much more!

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Going to the bathroom at work is always awkward. I tend to drink a lot of fluids at work (coffee, tea and water) which sometimes necessitates numerous trips to the restroom. When I first started, I mapped out different routes to the bathroom so it would not appear that I was going to the bathroom every 30 minutes. Eventually, I got my own office which gave me access to the back door to our

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I know that I'm not the only person that finds the Dairy Queen "Lips" to be strange, if not slightly terrifying. I mean look at this: It's a woman's mouth with a man's voice! Who OK'd this? I know that we've become a more progressive society, but this is just really creepy. As far as I can tell, the only person who can (or has) successfully put lipstick on a man in mainstream society is Eddie

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11:11 I never really believed in making a wish, but an old friend used to make me do it if we happened to be together at the time. It has gotten to the point that I still think of her every time I see that on my clock. Over all the wishes I have made, I can only think of one that actually came true - and strangely enough it involved her. So here it is, what do you wish for?

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I recently purchased some new earbuds to replace my old iPod earbuds. I decided on the Sony MDR-EX71.They seemed to get decent reviews and for the price, they could not be beat. However, I was in for a surprise when I received them. The distance from plug to earbud is approximately 22". The distance from my ear to pocket is closer to 30", more if I want some slack for comfort. This means that if

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On Monday night, I headed over to Landover, MD to watch my beloved Hokies take on the Boise State Broncos. It was a great game, despite the fact that VT lost the game 33-30. Maybe it was the haze of having watched my team lose in the waning seconds of the game for a second time, but we got turned around a bit when we left the stadium, as shown in the map below. I do contend that FedEx field is

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Since I took the time to find that old facebook status, I decided to go ahead and post a couple more status conversations that make me laugh. This of course leads to:

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I used to work in the Music/DVD department at Barnes & Noble. I was even a Music Manager for a time. However, at no point during my time in the department did I realize that Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana were the same person. This was the result of me making that known via facebook. April 13, 2009

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Liberation Dance Party

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What is wrong with the following? Tickets (Baltimore Orioles vs. Tampa Bay Rays) 2110 Eutaw Street US $15.00 x 4 Total Building Facility Charge(s) US $6.00 x 4 Total Convenience Charge(s) US $4.25 x 4 Order Processing Charge(s) US $3.75

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Click to Enlarge

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Totally digging this right now. It's an amazing blend of retro-soul, pop, angst and typography. Though, one has to wonder, with the amount of money that Cee-Lo is making, who exactly is he losing his girl to?

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-70726324028453004962010-08-21T23:55:00.005-04:002010-08-22T14:59:25.625-04:00

As I've mentioned before, I used to be fascinated with UFO's and the search for extra terrestrial life. It should come as no surprise that when the X-Files debuted, I became an avid watcher. Now, I was not overly obsessed with the show, but I started watching it in high school. In college, my roommate and I would make a point to make sure we were back in our dorms in time to catch that week's

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This song gives me goosebumps (and then some)Ray Lamontagne - Let it Be MeThere comes a timeA time in everyone's lifeWhere nothing seems to go your wayWhere nothing seems to turn out rightThere may come a timeYou just can't seem to find your placeFor every door you openSeems like they get slammed in your faceThat's when you need someoneSomeone that you can call.And when all your faith is

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Dear Batman,I hang out with a lot of girls, but I seem to consistently end up in the "friend zone." How do I stay out of the friend zone, and if I do end up there, how do I get out?Thanks,Your Friendly Neighborhood...

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Today I was chatting with a good friend, who also happens to be my ex-girlfriend, when she mentioned that she had a "strange and bittersweet epiphany" about me. She went on to say that it had nothing to with our relationship or my relationship with anyone else, it was something about me. It was "like a wake up call for you, except I was on the receiving end of your epiphany."Upon my mention that

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I have noticed that I have become something of a toll plaza elitist. I now use an E-ZPass to traverse the Dulles Toll Road and I am finding myself increasingly annoyed at drivers who force me to wait while they dig into their consoles for change to pay the toll. I already have a thing against unnecessary braking, and I guess this falls into that category. Heaven help you if you pull out paper

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I've been contemplating a tattoo once again. I'm considering getting the tree of life placed on my left forearm.I've gone back and forth on this tattoo for many years. Maybe a tattoo is the ultimate commitment. Girlfriends and wives can come and go, but a tattoo is forever. On discussing the placement of said tattoo:"is your forearm big enough for that detail?" - KitThanks for pointing out my

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This is my first real attempt at night photography. Though I like the results, there is still more I need to learn about getting the images I want.

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A movie so damn long that I thought it might actually be the year 2012 when it was finally over.

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I first want to preface this with the fact that I do not think rape in itself is humorous in any way. The first video is a newscast from Huntsville, AL about a woman who was woken up by a strange man who attempted to rape her. With the aid of her brother, she was able to fight him off. This is not the funny part.Now watch the second video:*Mad props to my coworker, Salome, for bringing this to my

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My brother spotted these in a store the other day:I make fun of Kit and her inability to make a decision, but I see this and realize that sometimes a decision is better left unmade.

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This is my third post about Kit this week, but sometimes she says things that are postworthy:Kit: OMGZ IS IT TIME TO ORDER FOOD YET!!!!!!!Steven: ???Kit: omg should i get TWO ENTREES.....or ONE ENTREE + SOUP......or ONE ENTREE + APPETIZERKit: ?!!?!?!?!?!?!?Kit: THIS IS SO EXCITINGSteven: i...don't have the words...Kit: ajsdfoa;iwjfo;iwfjd;lsfjk!!!!!!!!!!Steven:

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One of the truest images I have stumbled across...

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Sometimes you hear a song and it doesn't really resonate with you at first. Maybe it's a style of music that you don't normally listen to or you just don't connect to it emotionally at the time. Someone will tell you that this song will change your life, but all you can muster is "that was nice." Then months, or even years, later - you hear it again and it just strikes a chord in you that you

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Several years ago, I stumbled upon Dylan Hears a Who! a web page that featured the stories of Dr. Seuss told in the style of Bob Dylan. These were amazingly done, so much so that people actually questioned whether or not some rare tapes of Dylan himself had been uncovered. Unfortunately, the suits of Dr. Seuss' estate got wind of this and sent a cease and desist letter and the site was promptly "

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I'm not sure how many people actually read my blog - it's not as if I have terribly important things to share. In the off chance that there are people out there reading this thing, I wanted to introduce you to someone whose blog is actually worth reading. and then life changed is a blog by my dear friend Kit. She and I have gotten close over the years, helping each other cope through the

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I like to think that I am an open minded person. At a time when our country is divisively split and each side attacks the other with malice and venom, I still try to see both sides of the issue. The hate spewed forth, the deceit, the half truths spread not to validate their own point, but to tarnish the other's. I realize that this world isn't made up of black or white, but varying shades of grey

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For reasons not totally known to me, I find myself in Australia. An experiment is to be conducted, measuring the perception of the US by Australians. A group of models and actors are gathered together to play high level US politicians, including the president. The plan is to go to the Australian Parliament and ask for a loan. The conductors of the experiment want to gauge how recognizable US

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-66164708190934039622010-05-27T23:14:00.005-04:002010-06-01T22:06:24.116-04:00

I don't want to be stereotypical, but wtf is wrong with you, Japan?Apparently, it is based on a sculpture by Takashi Murakami. "Inochi" means "life" in Japanese, and this is his interpretation.Yes, that is what you think it is.

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They've come to monitor us, to watch us, to keep us in line. For years, they've been here, waiting for the right moment to strike. Coldmechanicalno fleshno soulThey sweep the streets, destroying those that oppose them. Technology allows them to defy gravity. Over time, we grow accustomed to them. We live our lives, separate, but always aware of one another. We work, we go to school, we live in

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A little background:I sent a text to Kit, letting her know that her song came on my iPod while I was out with a friend. My friend complimented her voice and I wanted to pass it on to Kit. Kit promptly replied with the text you see above.This may become a series.

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I sometimes joke that with my BlackBerry, I now know instantly when I have junkmail. In this age of increased connectivity, instant access to information and immediate notifications - I feel like we we are losing something. I know instantly when someone sends me an e-mail or even posts a comment on my facebook wall. The walls in our lives are slowly coming down. Our lives are no longer

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Best story ever. From my friend NK, stolen from her wall: [I] was definitely hit on by a stranger this morning by Whole Foods via Blackberry... this is going to be a weird day.Finished my morning run, listening to my ipod, and sipping an iced chai (probably gaining back all the calories i'd just burned!), and then this dude walks up to me from behind and taps my shoulder. i turn around and he

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On eating broccoli as a kid:me: when i was a kid, i used to pretend i was a giant eating treesAM: that's coolme: haha, sure.AM: do you still do that?me: ... no comment.AM: heheAM: gotchame: but i bet you will think about it the next time you eat broccoliAM: i will. i will think about what kind of tiny birds live in the broccolisme: see, now you're making me feel guilty about itAM: why are you

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Went to Modell's today to buy an Orioles' shirt to wear to the games. I wanted to get a grey one because it's too hot to wear black and the orange was just too bright. I normally opt to get one sans name on back, because you never know how long a player is going to stick around. However, they only had Nick Markakis shirts. I went with it because I figure he's been signed to a long term deal, so

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I have come to discover that my body has a limit on how much I am allowed to sleep. It seems that no matter what time I go to bed, I will be awake 6 hours later. For the most part, this is not bad - except for the times when I actually want to sleep in or if I go to bed earlier trying to catch a couple extra hours. Basically, there is no point in me ever going to bed before 1 am during the

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I grew up on the novels of Michael Crichton. I remember discovering Jurassic Park in middle school and immediately being lost in a world that was both amazing, yet terrifying. Once I finished that novel, I immediately began to consume his other works, to the point where I read most of his catalog. There was just something about his storytelling that I found compelling. This notion that even

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-51507953831777791722010-04-16T23:46:00.006-04:002010-04-17T00:29:56.421-04:00

You never really know how this day is going to hit you until it gets here. Leading up to today, I thought I would be OK - and for the most part, I am, just not as OK as I thought I'd be. That's a pretty convoluted sentence, but in a world where tragedies like this occur, I believe the convolution of a sentence is the least of our worries.This is a significant anniversary. After this year, only a

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It really bothers me how stupid some marketers and ad execs think the general population is. It speaks of how little respect they have for our intelligence. One advertising campaign that has really annoyed me lately is the new Volkswagen "Punch Dub" campaign.VW is attempting to ride the coattails of the "Punch Buggy" game, a game most of us grew up with. The game worked based on the unique body

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Lately, I have been having a recurring theme in my dreams. On a regular basis, I am dreaming that I am back at school. These dreams vary in setting and "plot," but it is hard for me to get past the fact that I am dreaming about school quite a bit. In one dream, I am trying to enroll for class. In another, I am attempting to finish up a project for my architecture class, a major I gave up on 8

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1. What do you think of your life today as compared to one year ago? Are you happy with where you stand?I think I am in a much better place than I was last year at this time. I was struggling monetarily and emotionally with a lot of things as well as heading into another Christmas Season in retail. This has definitely been a much better year. I was finally able to travel out west to see a dear

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I never have been a fan of the NFL. I just cannot get that passionate about a game of mercenaries. That said, I can still find some enjoyment in watching a well played football game. However, television continues to at try and ruin the game by cramming as much advertising it possibly can into one game. This is what I dislike most about trying to watch a football game. Today, I was watching the

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There are certain songs, that whenever I hear one of them, my world stops. I have to listen to every nuance of the song, every note, every lyric, every breath between every word. My temperature rises, yet I still feel that chill down my spine. I feel the emotion building inside me and I debate if I should resist it or embrace it. I want to sink into it, I want to soar, I want every contradictory

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-62121986935522688342009-07-19T18:14:00.003-04:002009-07-19T18:18:55.159-04:00

I really dislike those family decals that people put on the backs of their cars. There is something about them that I find really stupid and annoying. What exactly is the point? To prove to the world what a happy little family you are? I can think of only one reason to ever display these stickers on the back window of your car. That is if you are tallying your successful hit and runs. That should

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Ever have a nightmare then decide to tell somebody about it and then about halfway through the explanation you realize that you're retarded?-Daniel ToshThat is precisely what I plan on attempting right now. Last night, for the first time in many years, I actually had a nightmare. Over the years, I have had many dreams that could be considered "scary." I've fought giant lizards, zombies, giant

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Now that we are past the halfway point in the year, here are my favourite albums of the first half of 2009. It is yet to be determined which ones will make the end of the year Top 10, but these are the albums that have caught my attention so far. (Credit to Shley, from whom I stole this idea).In Alphabetical Order:Beirut - March of the Zapotech and Realpeople HollandAndrew Bird - Noble BeastThe

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New beginnings;I've had manyOr so I believeWhat you want and what you needAre rarely the sameTo begin, there must be an endThere is no endJust a changeEvolutionA new perspectiveMoving forwardyet remembering the pastThis is not the end of an era.

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... walking across the tile floor of Pamplin Hall. As I approach the door, there is a crowd of people gathered inside the atrium. I could tell that these people didn't belong in Pamplin, they did not seem to have anywhere to go. Instead they huddled together near the entrance. I can sense that something isn't normal, but my cynicism prevails and I head outside, muttering underneath my breath.I

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-67891997276408683812009-04-15T12:32:00.003-04:002009-07-19T18:23:00.935-04:00

I hate my socks. Maybe it is the size of my foot that I dislike.Socks come in size ranges (i.e. 10-12) and the size of my foot tends to fall in the lower half of the range that fits me. Because of that, the reinforced heel ends up behind my achilles and it looks stupid. It looks worse with athletic socks, because they tend to make the reinforced areas grey. It's a small thing, but it annoys me.

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-32638360011176801742009-04-14T01:01:00.005-04:002009-07-19T18:23:42.859-04:00

I hope she doesn't mind, but I just had to share this song. I think it's beautiful. I hope she doesn't feel too embarrassed. Then again, she might be the only person who actually reads this blog. I hope you enjoy your song, Kit.Basement Lullabye - Kristin Benshoof

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-9675813824806504762009-03-29T23:52:00.002-04:002009-07-19T18:24:11.765-04:00

An old poem I wrote for a dear friend:she shuffles her feetto the unsteady beatsinging to the music in her mindlonging to fly awayyet not todaystill afraid to cross that linethorn to her heartand refusing to partshe sings for those she lovestaking its tollshe sings from her soulmoving the stars abovegiving her allshe begins to falla price she willingly paysthe stars appearand whisper in her

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-4123485032351851092009-03-15T03:44:00.001-04:002009-07-19T18:24:27.216-04:00

Whenever I'm a little down, I can count on this video to pick my spirits back up again.

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I don't think that there is any form of art that is divisive as abstract art is. For me, it is the art form that is closest to my heart. Abstract art is about emotion, it's about the moment, the turmoil in your heart. That's why I love it so much.I've been told that I don't "feel anything." At least that I don't appear to. Nothing could be further from the case. It is just that the emotions swirl

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-39125031354136922272009-01-03T23:56:00.003-05:002009-07-19T18:25:59.290-04:00

Sorry to embarrass you, Kit. However, this is too good not to share.Kit: i put an ear plug in my nose during the nightKit: my nose was running.Kit: i wasn't awake.Kit: but apparently it was bothering me.Me: ... what?Me: am actually laughing out loudKit: no seriously. i had my foam earplugs in my ears the other nightKit: and i woke up at 5 am and felt like my nose was plugged (as usual with this

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-59678676172186984752008-10-11T20:28:00.003-04:002009-07-19T18:26:24.701-04:00

It is a pretty common sight to see kids waving "Free Car Wash" signs along the side of the road. Usually, they find an attractive person to wave the sign at oncoming traffic, trying to get people to turn into the parking lot. Yesterday, I saw a skinny kid in cut off jeans fiddling to get people to come to a car wash. Maybe I'm the only person who thinks this picture is humorous. Only in

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-17412894092436942052008-07-23T12:46:00.003-04:002009-07-19T18:27:45.165-04:00

It's mid afternoon as we traverse across grounds owned by an old family friend. I look over the well manicured lawn to their estate at the top of the hill. We are waiting for his children, Ty and Kris to arrive so we can commence the reunion. The brother and sister arrive in a white sedan. They haven't changed, yet have changed so much. A flash of memories recount our adventures. We retrieve our

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-34204436295551362662008-06-17T18:54:00.003-04:002009-07-19T18:28:08.627-04:00

I just spent 5 minutes in the bathroom hiding from Jehovah's witnesses. I had to sneak in there because the windows were open and I couldn't chance them seeing me!

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I came home after work one night to find this:It is a brand new Oral B electric toothbrush. The corner of the packaging looks like it was gnawed on by a rodent. I suppose Sam couldn't get it opened and eventually gave up, choosing to use the manual toothbrush instead.

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Last night, I drove Kurt Vonnegut's Hummer. It was no ordinary Hummer, it was the biggest Hummer ever. It took half a tank of gas to get out of the parking lot.

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-78531535284675294152008-05-19T20:18:00.003-04:002009-07-19T18:29:12.329-04:00

There is nothing like celebrating your college graduation like getting a free Highlights Magazine in the mail!Welcome to the real world!

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The neighborhood is throwing a block party to celebrate the end of the school year. Cars line the streets and people walk from house to house, sharing food, drinks and overall merriment. I walk amongst my fellow former students, celebrating our overpriced parchment that guarentees our future.A girl approaches me and asks if they can use Babe to go pick someone up. I agree on condition that

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-8265721564338749662008-04-21T15:13:00.004-04:002009-07-19T18:30:08.670-04:00

I have a fascination with bad movies and once I saw the cover to this movie, I knew I had to see it:(Click on the picture for a larger version)Here is the trailer for the movie:"The inconceivable is about to be conceived." With winning lines like that, how can it go wrong???

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-12120707652998034972008-04-16T03:52:00.003-04:002008-04-16T04:03:28.475-04:00

One Year Ago:

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My front tire splits the blades of grass as I cross the lawn in front of my house, a duplex in the corner of the quadrangle. I pick up the bicycle and carry it up the steps of the porch and rest it against the railing. I debate whether or not it will be safe overnight, but I wave it off and enter the house.My mother meets me with a large grin. She's excited about something and tells me I got a

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-14529966946175055132008-04-12T16:30:00.001-04:002008-04-12T16:30:46.588-04:00

I have a new hero:

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Vanity license plates amuse me. By amuse, I of course mean that many of them annoy me greatly. I am sure I am not the only one who feels that numbers should never EVER replace letters. A while back I saw someone with a tag that said "ON1Y ONE" The irony here is that the person could not use the letter "L" to spell "ONLY" and had to substitute it with the number "1." That of course meant that

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-57714326809358963982008-03-09T08:43:00.005-04:002008-03-09T09:27:26.512-04:00

The floor echoes every step I take as I cross faux-marble floor of the library. I cut through the grid of desks, making my way to the other side of the room. As I near the stairwell, I overhear a discussion about "word wrap" and what it means. I am not sure where this conversation originated and I do not want to stick around to find out.One of the participants, Franz, is there. I fear he is

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-43450151588732909952008-02-20T16:19:00.006-05:002008-12-11T13:49:26.138-05:00

Happy Birthday, Yvonne! Thank you for being such an amazing and wonderful friend.A couple of my favourite pictures of us:*I love how she looks embarrassed to be with me. Maybe it's because I am hitting on the camera.*"Of course you can just reach into my wallet!"----------------Listening to: Flight of The Conchords - Foux da fa favia FoxyTunes

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-58763807155409758012008-02-12T04:03:00.002-05:002008-03-08T21:16:31.733-05:00

I killed myself last night.Let me explain. For my ethical leadership class, I had to write an obituary for myself. After consulting the highly scientific analysis of deathclock.com to determine when I died, I set about choosing the method of my own demise.It is a rare opportunity to die and still be able to tell everyone about it. I decided then that if I am going to tell the tale of my own

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-24721235748522872012008-01-27T12:50:00.000-05:002008-01-27T13:03:21.353-05:00

I am in Los Angeles, driving home after a day of work. I pull into the neighborhood of upscale townhouses. I park Babe and head towards the house on the corner. I could never afford one of these houses, especially on a bookseller's salary. Luckily, the owner of the house likes to use it for young professionals to use. There are about 4 or 5 of us that live there.Approaching the house, I wave

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-20355340575555149502008-01-27T12:33:00.000-05:002008-01-27T12:49:29.258-05:00

In order to infiltrate the enemy, we have decided to use the caves that traverse under the stronghold. We send a team in, made up of human soldiers and decoys. The cave is infested with snakes, so the decoys are sent in first to flush out and take care of them. Soon, we start to lose soldiers, as there are more snakes than were expected. The team leader takes a bite and soon the entire

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I weave through the cars, lamenting the congestion that is northern Virginia traffic. The roads are getting wider and the green is getting thinner. Out of the corner my eye, I can see her auburn hair flowing through the breeze of carbon filled air. I know she is traveling to Texas to visit a school there. I am also returning to my school, in the foothills of Virginia.Once again, she appears

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-84433488525657192112008-01-21T20:59:00.000-05:002008-01-21T21:03:57.799-05:00

The problem with textbooks.This is the definition my book uses to define e-business (which stands for "electronic business" - the book must specify, for those individuals that took an "e-business" course and did not understand what the general idea of the course is going to be):The organized effort of individuals to produce and sell, for a profit, products and services that satisfy society's

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-26430894967504867922008-01-15T06:47:00.000-05:002008-01-16T01:02:12.955-05:00

Oh Kit, how you make me laugh. Even when she's sick, she finds humour in it: Kristin: owwie. chest hurty.Steven: purple nurple?Kristin: yes exactlySteven: :-(Kristin: i think its pericarditis again which would make sense but sucksssssssss and i'm just gonna pull my heart out!!Kristin: and throw it at you!!Steven: wow, i know you were in love with meSteven: and wanted to

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-65423313613182251112008-01-14T20:18:00.001-05:002008-12-11T13:49:27.717-05:00

I came back to Blacksburg to find a mound of junk mail that I had to sift through. While going through them I found out that I received TEN offers for the exact same credit card. With the amount of mail they are sending and paper they are wasting, I think an eco-terrorist should take a look into targeting Chase Bank next.

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Dear Peyton Manning,Is there any company that you won't whore yourself out to? Really, I'm waiting for you to start hocking Vagisil. Sincerely,The society of people with good taste.

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-74777238400740487102008-01-11T10:33:00.000-05:002008-01-11T10:39:02.802-05:00

I have come to really despise Visa commercials. Not because they are attempting to get Americans further in debt than they already are. Nor is it because they claim that life does not run smoothly without a Visa check card (though some of those commercials are bordering on the absurd). No, it is because in every single Visa commercial, they swipe the card the wrong way! I know it's so we can

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-66209749875495359752007-12-30T01:30:00.000-05:002007-12-30T02:02:30.401-05:00

As the truck's shocks faithfully made sure we felt every crevice in the road, Eve and I talk about a long lost friend. A friend who once meant the world to us both, but I had feared was gone forever from our lives. There was so much baggage between us now, I began to feel that this friendship could no longer survive under the weight. I tell Eve that I need her to make the effort because I

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-31358932521511927152007-12-29T06:19:00.000-05:002007-12-30T02:04:00.147-05:00

I am handed a brand new blue polo shirt and given instructions on what I needed to do for my first day at work. I am starting as a seasonal employee at Best Buy with two friends. I attempt to clock in, but cannot figure out how to use the time clock. It is larger than necessary, looking more like a stand alone ATM machine than a time clock. Another employee assists me and then tells me what I

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-11469307335458153912007-12-25T21:14:00.000-05:002007-12-25T21:37:12.318-05:00

Merry Christmas from Steven Wright.I bought my brother some gift-wrap for Christmas. I took it to the Gift Wrap department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.I didn't get a toy train like the other kids. I got a toy subway instead. You couldn't see anything, but every now and then you'd hear this rumbling noise go by.The Bermuda Triangle

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-81065801922216630522007-12-16T18:14:00.000-05:002007-12-30T02:04:19.209-05:00

Still Nobody Knows My NameLast night, I was finally able to see Keith Kane perform solo at the Iota Club & Cafe in Arlington. His music has gotten me through some very tough times, so I have been waiting for an opportunity to see him in a small venue for a very long time. It was everything I hoped for, even if he didn't play the two songs I really wanted to hear. Now, if only I can only

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-7114718727183078912007-12-11T22:37:00.000-05:002007-12-30T02:04:54.610-05:00

I ran into Savvy at Target today and she introduced me to Citrus Magic, the air freshener that you can get high off of. I was a bit skeptical at first, but after a whiff (a drag?), my head was spinning. My head still hurts a bit from the experience. It should come with a warning (...or an advertisement) of its potential uses.It's not just any Citrus Magic product, though. It is only the Solid

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I walk to the back of the store looking for a 2 litre bottle of soda. They don't have the kind I like and only carry generic brands. I return to the front, wondering why my mobile phone doesn't work. I attempt to call it using a land line, it still doesn't work.On my way back, I notice crowd is gathered near the center of the store where children's books are on display. There is commotion

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-43918809647519459392007-12-09T01:24:00.000-05:002007-12-11T19:30:37.969-05:00

ResolutionsI have never been a fan of New Year's Resolutions. Why should you wait until January 1st to change your bad habits? If you need to make a change, you should do it now. There is a reason most people do not keep their resolutions, the act of putting it off until New Year's is just another act of procrastination. The more you allow procrastination, the easier it becomes. That being

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This is the new Stanley FUBAR and I want one. No, I NEED one. It is a tool that has the primary function of destroying things. Seriously, they named it the FUBAR!!! How can I possibly resist this?----------------Listening to: Rufus Wainwright - Little Sister

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Top 10 Albums of 2007Here is a preliminary list of my favourite albums of the past year. I intend to come back and expound a bit more on these choices, but for now here they are:Wilco – Sky Blue SkyGogol Bordello – Super Taranta!The Unseen Guest – CheckpointIron & Wine – The Shepherd’s DogFeist – The ReminderRilo Kiley – Under the BlacklightRyan Adams – Easy TigerBloc Party – A Weekend in the

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I feel sick. I've broken one of my cardinal rules, all for the sake of comfort and convenience. I'm sitting here in the student center with a brown bag with the logo of a company I had planned to never purchase from again; Burger King.Just typing that sends shivers down my spine. I couldn't even finish what they tried to pass off as food. Instead of a "Double Stacker," it should have been

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-8887685929175459252007-11-29T00:33:00.001-05:002007-12-05T01:35:29.974-05:00

In celebration of the 2000th visitor, the next person to comment wins a prize!

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15 minutes (Research Project or Research People?)I enter the second floor of Newman Library and quickly scan the tables, searching for an open computer. I find one on the corner, away from everyone else. I sit down and obligatorily check my e-mail. As always, nothing interesting of note; I've got tickets to a basketball game that I probably won't attend. I log out and erase all trace that I

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We sit in silence, trying to yawn the morning out of our systems. I go to the counter and make two cappuccinos. I set one down on the table next to her as she types at her computer. We talk of trivial things, a conversation never meant for the records and forgotten by the time the espresso is gone. Her brother comes home and sees us still in pajamas. He hints that I should go home. I don't

Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03321685413851357311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387903.post-13654588606415833372007-11-16T14:36:00.001-05:002007-11-16T14:36:37.629-05:00

I fought Bruce Lee last night. Surprisingly, I did not die.

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I'm over at my friend's house to pick something up. The mom tell me that what I need is out back. I go downstairs and through the basement and say hi to the dad. I go to the sliding glass door when a mutual friend walks in. He goes to the father and informs him that there is a problem; they have an "asterisk" in the back yard. An "asterisk," apparently, is some form of spider/scorpion hybrid

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The three of us sit on a grassy hill, looking over the town below us. She holds her boyfriend's hand, enjoying the cool autumn breeze. She then begins to him about the time she made out with me. She tells me that my kissing was inconsistent at best. Granted, we kissed before they were dating, it was still awkward.----------------Listening to: Led Zeppelin - That's The Wayvia FoxyTunes

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