Epicurean Gratification
you know how i'm always complaining about the bad food. or i do on occassion... possibly less than i used to. it's more like 
a way of life now instead of the cruel and unusual punishment it used to be. wow, that reminds me. last night our suite mate (the one and only, since his roommate got called back into active service) was puking his guts out at 1:30. you have to wonder if he was starting the partying a day early, or if he has the bug that's been going around... OR... is it the food??? you have to wonder sometimes. so where was i? oh yes, some genuises decided to make some tastey grub, which they were advertising on this flier i found on the floor (tada!!! no, up there ^ above you. yeah, there you go). wow, pictures of steaming pots advertising an italian feast in the steen community kitchen just makes my taste buds explode. notice it starts at 4:30. this meal has many tastey courses the cooking, serving and consumption of which will take many hours. and in case these sumptuous gourmet promises haven't convinced you that there's no place you would rather be on a sunday afternoon than in the tiny dirty cold steen community kitchen with a bunch of stinky starving college students and a small bowl of spaghetti, then RTFP!!! (that's read the fine print, for those of you who don't know. i just found that out myself, not too long ago, and for some reason i've been dying to write it. except i found out that one of karen's, i think math teachers, uses it for a slightly altered meaning). ummm... oh yes. it says "special accomodations available." hahahahha. hahhahahahahahah. ehhh, excuse me. what the heck does that even mean? you can ask for extra meat balls? we'll kindly unpin the door and take if off the hinges so you can get your wheel chair through? call early and we'll deliver it hot to your dorm room? (i like that idea) i really shouldn't be this cynical. i've probably been in dr tkacik's class for too long already. i promise i'm not really that bitter about the food. i just like to pretend for the writing aspect. EXCEPT I HATE IT WHEN I HAVE TO WAIT 20 MINUTES FOR A BURNT GREASE BURGER WITH A WAD OF BACON AND UNMELTED CHEESE AND WATCH THE SWIPER LADY NOT LET SOMEONE EAT SINCE THEIR CARD CAN'T BE SWIPED FOR ANOTHER 3 MINUTES BECAUSE OF THE STUPID... deeeeeep breath...ffffff....exhale....hhhhhhhh. ;-D
today we were talking about discrimination issues in poli sci. one of the issues we discussed was gender in the military. first of all, "is there discrimination in the military based on gender?" well duh, yes. "where? or in what ways?" a few of them are rather obvious, and, dare i say, quite legitimate. women cannot (at least today) fight in the infantry. they cannot be in a position where they will be on the front lines and fight hand to hand combat. someone asked why. dr tkacik just smiled and stared for a second. then he's like, "umm, you... (points at a girl on the front row) come stand up here. and you... (points at me) come stand beside her. (i'm about a foot taller and 60-75 lbs heavier) now who do you think's gonna win if they have a fight?" i just stood there grinning like an idiot, and looking very fierce. a young woman in the back shouted, "THE GIRL'S GONNA WIN EVERY TIME!!!" anyway, the point was made, and we all had a good laugh. i think it would have been even funnier if the big guy in our class had been on the front row where he could easily stand up and demonstrate even more dramatically. he's another 8 or 9 inches taller than me, and probably out weighs me by 150 lbs. lol. i wouldn't want to fight him.
i need to buy a scantron 882. now you know.
paterfamilias \pay-tuhr-fuh-MIL-ee-uhs; pat-uhr-; pah-\, noun;plural patresfamilias \pay-treez-; pat-reez-; pah-treez-\:The male head of a household or the father of a family.
a way of life now instead of the cruel and unusual punishment it used to be. wow, that reminds me. last night our suite mate (the one and only, since his roommate got called back into active service) was puking his guts out at 1:30. you have to wonder if he was starting the partying a day early, or if he has the bug that's been going around... OR... is it the food??? you have to wonder sometimes. so where was i? oh yes, some genuises decided to make some tastey grub, which they were advertising on this flier i found on the floor (tada!!! no, up there ^ above you. yeah, there you go). wow, pictures of steaming pots advertising an italian feast in the steen community kitchen just makes my taste buds explode. notice it starts at 4:30. this meal has many tastey courses the cooking, serving and consumption of which will take many hours. and in case these sumptuous gourmet promises haven't convinced you that there's no place you would rather be on a sunday afternoon than in the tiny dirty cold steen community kitchen with a bunch of stinky starving college students and a small bowl of spaghetti, then RTFP!!! (that's read the fine print, for those of you who don't know. i just found that out myself, not too long ago, and for some reason i've been dying to write it. except i found out that one of karen's, i think math teachers, uses it for a slightly altered meaning). ummm... oh yes. it says "special accomodations available." hahahahha. hahhahahahahahah. ehhh, excuse me. what the heck does that even mean? you can ask for extra meat balls? we'll kindly unpin the door and take if off the hinges so you can get your wheel chair through? call early and we'll deliver it hot to your dorm room? (i like that idea) i really shouldn't be this cynical. i've probably been in dr tkacik's class for too long already. i promise i'm not really that bitter about the food. i just like to pretend for the writing aspect. EXCEPT I HATE IT WHEN I HAVE TO WAIT 20 MINUTES FOR A BURNT GREASE BURGER WITH A WAD OF BACON AND UNMELTED CHEESE AND WATCH THE SWIPER LADY NOT LET SOMEONE EAT SINCE THEIR CARD CAN'T BE SWIPED FOR ANOTHER 3 MINUTES BECAUSE OF THE STUPID... deeeeeep breath...ffffff....exhale....hhhhhhhh. ;-Dtoday we were talking about discrimination issues in poli sci. one of the issues we discussed was gender in the military. first of all, "is there discrimination in the military based on gender?" well duh, yes. "where? or in what ways?" a few of them are rather obvious, and, dare i say, quite legitimate. women cannot (at least today) fight in the infantry. they cannot be in a position where they will be on the front lines and fight hand to hand combat. someone asked why. dr tkacik just smiled and stared for a second. then he's like, "umm, you... (points at a girl on the front row) come stand up here. and you... (points at me) come stand beside her. (i'm about a foot taller and 60-75 lbs heavier) now who do you think's gonna win if they have a fight?" i just stood there grinning like an idiot, and looking very fierce. a young woman in the back shouted, "THE GIRL'S GONNA WIN EVERY TIME!!!" anyway, the point was made, and we all had a good laugh. i think it would have been even funnier if the big guy in our class had been on the front row where he could easily stand up and demonstrate even more dramatically. he's another 8 or 9 inches taller than me, and probably out weighs me by 150 lbs. lol. i wouldn't want to fight him.
i need to buy a scantron 882. now you know.
paterfamilias \pay-tuhr-fuh-MIL-ee-uhs; pat-uhr-; pah-\, noun;plural patresfamilias \pay-treez-; pat-reez-; pah-treez-\:The male head of a household or the father of a family.
posted by quirky at 1:32 PM
8 Comments:
Your posts are always so amazingly great man! I love you Bro!
i love you too man. even if you do get 25 times as many comments as me. >:-o
He's just got the right kind of friends with too much time on their hands. By the way, a Scantron 882 sounds very startrekish. Would it hurt you if you were next to it when it went off? BTW again, women found themselves on the front lines quite often in our most recent war.
Ha! nice post. It's encouraging to know that other people get frustrated too. (not that I want them to be frustrated you see)
Must step in to say that Evan doesn't update everyday. I'm sure you'd get just as many if you weren't constantly putting out fresh posts.(I'm not saying saying you should stop updating so often, just merely making a point)
Oh and yes, it was my poem.lol So thanks for the compliment.
Yeah it still needs to be tweaked but that was writ many summers ago and I actually think my poem writing skills have declined instead of improving (isn't that sad?)... tragic really.
I was very honored that you wished you had written it though.
Whoa, that was a whole ranting-barfish-long-peice-of-ish-for-which-there-are-other-words-that-polite-people-dont-use
darn
are you suggesting that that post was a POS, and that i should use profane "words that polite people don't use"? sure. ok. thanks for the comment(s?) anyway...
:D
oh yeah, as far as women finding themselves on the front lines... that was from things like supply lines being attacked. they consider such risk minimal enough because ideally supply lines are supposed to be protected. there weren't really that many cases of women on the front lines, it's just that we sure hear about it big time when it happens. which is another reason for not having fighting on the front. "OMG, WAIT, I'M GOIN' IN TO SAVE HER BOYS!!!" shouts the stupid hero of the hour. hahaha. guys will do stupid things for girls without thinking beforehand.
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