i want to help with the adoption of three whole kudu, but i don't drink coffee. i guess i could keep pencils in it.

buy me this and i'll be your friend forever, even if we've never met!

it's too late. i probably already have it. what's the point of giving up beef now?

'Bat Boy: The Musical

the Supreme Court has some redeeming decisions.

arrangements have been made. i'm going to St. Louis this weekend. it'll be nice to get away from my talks-non-stop roommate for a couple of days. the best part, of course, is that i'll get to eat Whitecastles again before i give up beef completely (it's that whole Mad Cow Hoof disease thing).

i overslept this morning. i was two hours late for work, which really sucks because now i have to make it up at the end of the day, and it gets scary in here when everyone else has left.

another Mad Cow disease article: "remote farm in Greensboro was surrounded by police cars and men wearing bulletproof vests to round up his herd."

not only are school kids packing heat, but now, apparently, farm animals are also.

my past life diagnosis [my comments in brackets]:
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I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. [phew! female parts are so icky! (no offense given to any females out there)]
You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Quebec around the year 1075. [good lord have mercy on me. i was Canadian?.]
Your profession was that of a shepherd, horseman or forester. [i'm quite certain, if i was born in Quebec in 1075, that i wasn't a horseman. there were no horses.]
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Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Person with huge energy, good in planning and supervising. If you were just garbage-man, you were chief garbage-man. [chief garbage man! wow!]
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The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You are bound to solve problems of pollution of environment, recycling, misuse of raw materials, elimination of radioactivity by all means including psychological methods. [environmentalism *is* one of my biggest concerns. this thing is so accurate, it's uncanny! it'd be completely right, if not for the fact that i can barely motivate myself to breathe, to say nothing of taking on any Causes.]

everyone should go check out The Mimsies and download some of their mp3s. i'm only doing this because, if they become really famous, i can go on Hard Copy and spill some dirt on the lead singer (provided there's some sort of recompense).

"The action was the second victory in a week for the mining industry, which was a big contributor to President Bush and the Republican party and which had sued to block the Clinton rules. Last week, coal producers embraced the administration's decision not to regulate carbon dioxide emissions from power plants."

time to go back to vegetarianism. i don't want to end up with holes in my brain.

it cracks me up that there's an "Official" Mad Cow Disease website, though i think it's purpose is to scare rather than inform. most of the BSE sites i found were like that.

on an (un)related note, if you enjoy this type of thing, make the Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report part of your regular reading.

i guess he doesn't get out to the movies very often. otherwise, he'd be used to it.

having publishing problems. have to do this a more difficult way.

a radio station in New Zealand has had to apologise to parents after handing out plastic bags of icing sugar as part of a contest at a screening of drug drama "Traffic" with kids in attendance.

heh.

in Montana vs. Egelhoff, "Justice Antonin Scalia... declared that defendants do not have an absolute constitutional right to present all relevant evidence in their defense."

i think there's something wrong with being unable to present evidence that you were physically incapable of committing a double homicide.

"Moscow opposes the [national missile defense system] scheme and any revision of the 1972 Anti-Ballistic Missile Treaty (ABM), saying the missile shield would undermine its own deterrent and trigger a new arms race."

i think that's the idea.

is anyone going to go see the Josie and the Pussycats movie? care to tell me why?

i think that having more space on the screen for my posts has only encouraged me to write longer posts. longer posts lead to many more grammatic mistakes.

i think i'm firmly on the side of the Brown University protesters who stole the campus paper. if they can silence all opposition, maybe the Federal government will agree to pay reparations for slavery. then, maybe i'll be able to claim some of that money, since Native Americans were enslaved also.

greed aside, whether i agree with them on the issue of reparations is irrelevant. i have a problem with people who feel justified in silencing someone because they disagree with the person's viewpoint, or in the name of "sensitivity" or "tastefulness." i think it much more distasteful to censor opposing viewpoints and deny or handicap another's ability to think for themself and form their own opinion. i used to think of university as a place where people fought for free press and the expression of unpopular ideas, but i read article after article that make it seem that the students now only fight for the expression of like-minded ideas.

sensitivity and tastefulness have their place, but i don't think they belong in a reputable newspaper. newspapers (and other newsmedia) are supposed to be there for the dissemination of factual information, not to make sure that everyone feels good about what they read. if you don't like the information (or the advertisement, as in the case above), don't throw your outrage against the newpaper. go after the motherfucker who offended you. write a rebuttal and have it published or debate him. don't shout him down or silence him. i'm more likely to listen to a calm and rational discussion than to a mob of screaming protesters.

i'd like to reiterate again that this post has nothing to do with the issue of reparations for slavery outside of linking to an article. it's about what is supposed to be one of the most fundamental rights to a free and informed self-governing society. it's bad enough that there are people out there who are more than happy to spoon-feed opinions and political views to us. there's no need to us to swallow it unthinkingly, reguardless of whether it comes from a like-minded individual.

maybe i should start reading Native American newspapers again. i didn't know anything about this until it was too late to attend.

the Supreme Court should have taken this one. they could have required samples, getting a free lunch in the process.

they probably already get free lunches though.

letting kids convince lawmakers of the virtue of a particular piece of legislation and lawmakers using kids to convince voters. i realize the article has nothing to do with that (it's about banning elephants from circuses), but it irritates me to see politicians and lobbyists gaining sympathy for or against a bill by exploiting the oh-so-cute-yet-naively-profound-pseudo-wise (blech) perspectives of children instead of debating its actual merits (or lack of), or its inherent rightness (or lack of).

it irritates me that people actually fall for that crap. who cares if a particular law is necessary or just. slap the photo of a puppy-eyed second grade kid on it, and suddenly it's the right thing to do.

why listen to these kids? they're friggin' blowing each other away at school. how can you trust them to know what's compassionate and right anyway? you can't.

how many times have you heard or read some Senator's speech, and somewhere within it, they mention that their position was influenced (if not actually decided) by "looking at my daughters as they slept" or "hearing my sons wonder why"? why don't these same Senators ever tell you about the decisions they made while "watching my son empty a clip into that Johnson kid in homeroom," or "listening to my kids talk about how they nailed a cat to some plywood and tossed it into the lake"? you never hear that kind of thing.

according to last week's TVGuide, Bernadette Peters is going to be on Ally McBeal tonight. i may have to watch.

definitely crushing on Jimmy Bond.

i caught the last few minutes of "Malcolm In the Middle" tonight. i don't normally watch it, but i've decided that it can't be a bad show. tonight, it ended with the family beating up a gang of rogue clowns (as we all know, all clowns are rogues, and they travel in gangs. the better to do their evil-doings). i hate clowns. i love seeing people beat the snot out of them.

Mr T vs. The Matrix

analyses of the Superfriends and The Legion of Doom

blogger won't publish, dammit.

i just watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer , the one with the Hooter Girl Buffy. it's been several years since i've seen it. very funny. it doesn't quite fit with the Maybeline Buffy, but it's still good fun, and it's the only time i thought Luke Perry was attractive. it made me miss Willow, Tara and the other Scoobies. it also made me wonder, why doesn't Spike fly?

i can't find a pic of him to post, but i think i have a crush on Stephen Snedden. mucho grrr! and i kinda like 'em big 'n' dumb (ok, Jimmy Bond is big and dumb. i don't know about the actor. if he's dumb, i mean. i know he's big).

no Gambit in X-Men 2? Beast and the Sentinels to appear? a Wolverine solo project? get some X-Men rumors here.

"Far too many youngsters are desensitised to violence."

so the answer, of course, is to desensitize them to corpses as well.

personally, i'd love to get to watch an autopsy. i'm not psychotic or on the verge of killing my co-workers. i just want to be like Dana Scully.

talking about He-Man yesterday has me wondering: remember how He-Man pointed his sword at Cringer and it shot energy out and transformed Cringer to Battlecat? could He-Man do that with any animal? could he, some day when Cringer's out of town, point his sword at the family dog and get Battledog? or was the sword specifically attuned to the Cringle/Battlecat transformation?

Record Industry Plays Both Sides [via metafilter]

using mathematics to prove that you can't prove much of anything with mathematics has the faintest hint of irony,.

additionally (heh), it seems a bit pretentious of this guy to name his uncalculable number "Omega" as if it was the end all of mathematics. besides, i have a problem with anyone giving a name to a number that doesn't actually exist.
[via metafilter]

A Ghanaian man was shot dead by a fellow villager while testing a magic spell designed to make him bulletproof.

Steve's talking about his Legos made me remember my exstensive Lego collection from my senior year of highs school. i was into the pirate Lego system, and had the whole humongous Pirate Island thing going on, occasionally being attacked by some Lego Tie fighters i'd built. the pirates didn't stand a chance against the Dark Side of The Force.

i left my Legos behind when i went to college. when i returned for Christmas, my Legos were gone. in my absence, my uncle had lain claim to them and transported the entire Pirate Island to his house, only it wasn't Pirate Island anymore. it had become a guitar and the Sphinx. the pirates themselves had become an assortment of body parts in a glass jar. i haven't bought any Legos since.

dammit. bossman has decided to give me more responsibility, cutting into my afternoon goof-off time. not good.

now's my chance to get the Skeletor figure my father wouldn't let me buy when i was a kid. he made me buy He-Man and Man-At-Arms because they weren't evil, and because they were "Real Men"™.

some day, i'd like to tell him that those "Real Men"™ were actually muscle queens, and that's the reason i'm gay.

last week, i blogged about a murder that happened down the street from where i live. i read an update on it today, the first time i'd read the victim's name. Jeanie did some quick checking, and now i'm certain that the victim was a kid i used to tutor during my junior and senior years of high school.

small world.

today is Ruth Bader Ginsburg's birthday. everyone call her up and sing "Happy Birthday."

Man Survives Fall But Lands Beside Corpse

at least he didn't land on the corpse. that'd be nasty.

tolkhan 2.0 is now up. the text is now brighter to make it easier to read, some of the clutter has been eliminated, i have a nifty new banner that has a rather hypnotic pulsing to it, and i finally put up a new quotation.

"wow!" you say? "a new template, a clean house, nearly finished reading a book... what's up with terrence?"

apparently, celibacy increases my productivity. since i'm feeling productive, i may as well put it to good use, right?

Obviously frustrated with the tepid support so far from religious leaders, [Oklahoma Representative J.C.] Watts said, “I do believe we would have circumvented a lot of problems we’ve experienced over the last 35, 40 years, had the faith community not abdicated their responsibility and if they would have been involved the way their faith dictated that they should have been involved, i.e. racial issues.

he's right. the "faith community" had no positive contribution to the Civil Rights movement. here are some interesting tidbits on this football-star-turned-Baptist-minister-turned-politician.

i really should stop reading the Opinion section of the Tulsa World. the idiocy and ignorance expressed in many of the "Letters to the Editor" makes my head hurt.

Cops bust Girl Scouts for selling cookies.

ha! i've been saying for years that the Girl Scouts are an evil Nazi-esque group. this isn't vindication of my hypothesis, but maybe this is the first step in taking down a shadowy organization vying for global conquest.

One out of every 10 residents of Baltimore is addicted to heroin.

"I did whatever I had to do to get it," [Wanda the recovering junkie] says of her $50-a-day heroin habit.

only $50 a day? a little heroin can go far.

Leopold Page, the Holocaust survivor whose personal experiences inspired the book and movie "Schindler's List" has died.

Bush Backs Off Campaign Pledge on Pollution.

is anyone suprised by this?

zounds! i didn't mean to start anything with that last post. i thought Jonno's post was funny.

i'm only blogging this NY Times article on television and teens because it mentions Buffy a few times, and because i think i know some people who'll dispute Jonno's contention that only 12 to 17 year-old-girls and gay men watch regularly.
[channel surfing by Jonno]

God is missing, or in exile. demons entered this world through abandoned refridgerators and Jeep Cherokees with black windows. Satan wears Tommy Hilfiger and smokes Newports, while fearing Bloody Mary, mother of Jesus, who hunts and kills children. the Blue Lady of the ocean can protect the children though, if they know her secret name.

elaborately constructed tales told by homeless children in Miami.

this cracked me up.
[superhero envy by Jean]

my goal in life is to become a billionaire philanthropist by the time i'm thirty.

unfortunately, at the age of 26, i am nowhere close to being either wealthy or philanthropic. i'm not too worried about the latter; the former i blame on The System*, and on the millions of people who still resist forming a cult around me and tithing generously.

* from what i understand, it's similiar to The Matrix, but with less ninja kicking and very few cool fx.

the virtual vibrator

today's a slow newsday.

there's a similiar thing happening in my roommate's room, some kind of odor seeping out. i can't really identify it, save to say that it's uniquely him and that it makes me wonder if he's a bedwetter, or into solo WS.

anti-procrastination efforts are coming along well. i'm shaven (yippee! i don't look like i'm 26 anymore!), i half cleaned as i said i would (dustbunnies are gone. chrome isn't shiny yet), and i read 150 pages of my book last night (it may be light fare compared to what others read, but the important thing is that i'm reading an actual hold-it-in-my-hands book).

is there anyone who thinks i may have been a little optimistic in my goal to learn español by week's end? eh, gotta have one failure.

i have decided to work on loosening the hold procrastination has on me. i put too much off. i now have 31 books queued for reading. at my current pace, i will finish the 383 pager i'm now working on sometime around Chriskwanzukkah time. i have dustbunnies living in my bathroom that are the size of house cats. my car has needed an oil change since August.

to make myself a more productive person, i am setting some goals for myself for this week:

• finish my current read by Thursday evening (which means by Wednesday evening because i have plans Thursday after work).
• oil change on car (half credit for having a mechanic do it)(yes, i can do my own oil changes).
• propose a budget for myself.
• promptly ignore budget by buying new shoes this week, a CD or two, and maybe some new clothes.
• haircut. haircut. need haircut.
• say 'so long!' to goatee growth and return to clean-shavenality. tonight.
• clean up all the little hairs that fall from the pre-shave trim of my goatee. tonight. (if i don't put it on the list, i won't do it).
• clean bathroom. reveal to world that antique finish fixtures in bathroom are actually supposed to be shiny chrome.
• learn Spanish (other than what i hear on Taco Bell commercials, or come ons).

i think that should work for now. i don't want to overextend myself and give up totally in frustration. we'll see how long it take me to return to my procrastinating, underachieving ways.

i love advertisements.

Obsession for Men

Buffy Fans Lobby For Emmy.

they're raising money for a full page ad in Variety. if you'd like, you can send large amounts of cash to me, and i'll *ahem* see that it gets to where it'll do the most good for me.

Bush Visits Florida for the First Time As President.

big deal. this is akin to "Bush Visits Whitehouse Loo for the First Time As President." i may have cared about it if Florida was in the midst of a civil war, or preparing to invade Mississippi.

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i love getting email like this.

heh. Google Search: "Pleistocene era" finds me. i'll bet the budding paleoarchaeologist who came across "what's a tolkhan?" was a little suprised at what i say occurred twelve thousand years ago.

last night, i had one of the least interesting dates i've ever had. i went out again with Buffy Hating Typhood Mary, and he wanted to go bowling with his co-workers.

there were two problems with that:

• it was our third date and it was the third time we went with his co-workers.
• i have no interest in bowling.

i explained to him why i don't bowl (there's an actual physiological reason), but he wanted to go, so i gave in.

his co-workers aren't bad people. despite my anti-social leanings, i enjoy their company. i'm just not accustomed to dating an entire group of people, which is what it feels like. bowling, though, is second only to golf in Sports That Are Incredibly Boring To Watch. fortunately, there was a bar within the building, so i kept myself occupied by getting IDed by the bartender every half hour and watching the UH/TU basketball game on one of the moniters scattered about the place.

let me say it again. i watched a basketball game. only in the most desperate boredom would i watch a sporting event (save for collegiate wrestling, but that involves sweaty guys in spandex rolling around on the floor together).

BHTM and his co-workers seemed to enjoy themselves. i started to enjoy myself after the seventh beer. soon after, the night ended, and i was driven home. it's terrible that the most enjoyable thing about the date was going to bed alone.

i just received my copy of the department productivity report for last month. according to the report, all total, i only worked 55.7% of the time. now, that can be adjusted some for the 4 days i was out sick, so it's actually a little better than that. not a lot though.

the problem isn't that i spend too much time goofing off (though i do). the problem is my speed. it's been stepped on so many times that it's not.... oops. wrong speed.

anyway, the problem is that i'm able to finish my work so quickly that i'm left with nothing to do for great portions of the day. i could push my goofing off into those unoccupied times, but the whole point of goofing off is to be doing it while you're supposed to be doing something else. if i did it when i don't have any work, then it wouldn't really be goofing off, would it? so what's a guy to do?

last week, Ritalin Junkie told the tale of a high school kid who was being investigated by his school's staff for writing several Joker quotes from The Killing Joke (a graphic novel, for the Batman impaired) on one of his notebooks. today, the kid updated RJ on events:

"...they decided not to suspend me on the condition that everything I write I have to turn into them for examination, and I have to report what books I'm reading to them."

i realize that minors are often denied things we adults claim rights to, like privacy, protection against unreasonable search and seizure, and representation by legal council, especially in this current atmosphere of oh-my-god-kids-are-the-deadliest-fucking-things-in-the-nation, but don't you think people are taking this a little too far?

something like this makes me lean toward the 'hate' side of my love/hate relationship with politics.

oh, yippee. this happened down the street from my house. schools, car washes, coleslaw wrestling matches... are there no safe places left?

Man shot dead after hammer attack.

"...fractured skull, a lacerated liver, a broken rib, internal hemorrhaging..."

nah, he didn't know he was killing her. he was just playing.

they don't kick in your door and force your obedience at gunpoint anymore. now, they find ways to scare you into inviting them in and handing control to them.

and where do two 14 year old boys get $1500 worth of heroin? no, seriously, i want to know. i'm having a party this weekend.

more tragedy. what's this country coming to?

Parachute Accident Mars Coleslaw Wrestling

i found it!

Animaniacs Variety pack!
and it has The Monkey Song!

Buffy can't look good without the help of the Behind the Camera Scoobies.
[this turn on the catwalk by Lots of Co., inspired by the plunging necklines and fun, frisky use of color by Pop Culture Junk Mail.]

Police are searching for a 40- year-old man who is charged with one felony count of failing to appear in court to face a count of being a fugitive from justice.

i probably shouldn't laugh at that but i think it's funny.

eunuch's beauty contest.

hmm. he pulled the trigger to see if the safety was on.

maybe ninja training is the answer after all. get the guns out of the military (and into the hands of school children, apparently).
[second link stealthily captured from Lots of Co.]

forget teaching martial arts to marines. i say they should create a whole new military branch of Ninjas.... no, Ninjas...uh...Ninjas.... Ninjas?

my sister is so lucky. from her front yard, she can see shuttle launches. she always has to call afterwards and tell me about it.

I can Dance if I want to!

y'know what Celebrity Death Match i'd like to see? Kristy Swanson vs. Sarah Michelle Gellar.

if you want to send spam to me, that's fine. i'll delete it without reading it, so you'd be wasting your time, and it's only a mild inconvenience to me since i enjoy organizing my mailboxes.

but if you want to fool me into reading it by entering something legitimate sounding in the subject line (like "I think we may have gone to high school together"), try also to send it from a legitimate e-mail address. i delete all messages from 'hotsluttybitches@msn.com' without reading them.

cthulhu is kick ass cool in its own right, but a Scooby Doo Cthulhu kicks the ass of kick ass cool. though i don't think Scooby and co. would survive the world of cthulhu.

i can deal with the Daphne and Velma, i'm undecided about the Shaggy, but i'm sure i don't like the Freddy. where's his little scarf-kerchief thing?

i think i'd have a hard time taking myself seriously if i was member of ELF. i think other people would have a hard time taking me seriously.

me: i'm a member of ELF.

you: *snicker* So you believe in fairies and stuff? You think you might be one?

me: uh, no. we set fires, and break windows, and spike trees and stuff like that.

you: you're not a very nice fairy, are you?

yippee for me. i received my first email-attachment virus ever. today's such a special day.

Even the batmobile looks like the average vehicle of a homosexual.

heh. i wish my car looked like the Batmobile.
[secret identity revealed by UltraSparky]

why do i have an old Sonny and Cher song running through my head?

those wacky S**di Ar*bian guys... coming to my blog looking for "mom breast pics". i don't think so.

i should watch/read the news more often. i didn't know anything about a blizzard in the northeast. i'm days behind the rest of the world.

as a companion piece to the "Supreme Court Stuff" post, i'd like to point you to The Supreme Court's Greatest Hits.

Supreme Court Stuff
for your enjoyment

The Supreme Court v. Balance of Powers (reg. req.) someone just needs to spank them.

will they being wearing their hoods while picking up litter?

the Secretary of State has too much power, methinks.

score one for the EPA.

and lastly, On this day in Supreme Court history: the decision for Dred Scott v. Sanford was handed down in 1857.

by the by, take a look over at the right side and welcome Grazing Reality to The List (sounds important when it's capitalized, doesn't it?). i meant to do this last Friday evening, but with the DSL problems at home, i couldn't. once the DSL was up, i remembered her name, couldn't remember the name of her blog to find it again. stupid terrence dummy boy.

problem is, i didn't know where i should add her. she's only the 2nd female on The List, and only the 2nd straight person, so i couldn't add her to the bottom of The List. i like to catagorize. like things must be together, so Grazing Reality needed to be up there with Ritalin Junkie. but, RJ is set apart for a reason, so i couldn't do that. i didn't want to create a new grouping (if a blog's on The List, there's a reason for it. no need to subdivide, save for RJ, but that's different), so i just threw her in at the top of the guys, yet close enough to RJ to maintain the grouping of like things.

none of you care about this, i know. just go by and say hi.

i'm glad i wasn't the only one who thought Dawn's art teacher looked a tad too much like Joyce. i thought it was some sort of ghostly-motherly-with-straight-flat-hair Joyce watching over her daughters. i had to see the ep a second time to realize that it wasn't her.

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yes, i know this is a week late. i haven't been able to talk about it until now. so nyeh.

oh. so that's what happened to The Tick.

egad. Neelix may be leaving Voyager before the finale. if someone is going to leave/die/evolve-into-a-higher-life-form-à-la-Wesley-Sisko-and-Kes, i was hoping it'd be Chakotay. he's been getting on my head lately.

a writer's strike is really going to suck.

heh. Women Probably Don't Have Souls

i went out tonight and spent the evening dancing. all in all, good fun. i managed to see a Dean look alike (or, what i think Dean looks like, gathered from the pics he posts of himself, mainly this recent pic). he was wrapping himself around a pole at a local queer discotheque, which, while quite enjoyable to see at first, began to bore me when he stopped taking clothing off. bastard.

vicarious blogster thrills.

afterward, i came home to find that (hooray!) the DSL problems i've been experiencing since yesterday afternoon were corrected, and i actually can get online tonight. not that i have much reason to. it's just nice to check my email before bed. which i should do now instead of reading blogs.

ok, i'm gone.