The Toadless Boy

Friends of mine are away in Spain getting married. I was surprised to learn they were already a Mr. and Mrs. last year. This summer though was going to be the big ceremony. That excuse makes sense to me. It sounded nice and exotic. Little did I suspect that this was all a front. At the risk of being juvenile, I question the timing of this announcement and this announcement (this was previously a Scotsman article but I don’t know what it was about; something scandalous). Keep an eye on him, Maria.

I enjoy my job. I get paid more than the average student to fix and play on computers. It’s very flexible and the department is pretty likeable. Of course, there are the few pains in your rear. I will admit I try to avoid confrontation as much as possible with these folks, because they normally create some sort of issue for me.

There’s one lady that makes that list. She’s a nice lady, but she’s incredibly demanding and seems to think that what she needs done needs done more than anyone else’s. She seems to think fairly well of me. I never had much proof other than always calling on me to fix her computer problems. She obviously thinks I am qualified for that. The other day I finally got my proof.

I had set up a new user for her at one point. It was a new student. I normally just walk through those really fast and pay no attention. The only thing I pay attention to are the birth dates of new users (and sometimes birthplaces) because I like to know if they (more…)

I’ve been making the long trips lately and I drive over an hour a day at least, so I have plenty of iPod time. I’ve been blessed lately with some really good music that needs to be mentioned.

Death From Above 1979 is the first. I just typed their name and it immediately made me think, “Damn, I need to listen to some of that.” So now I am.

They are a simple two man band from Montreal, I want to say. They play mostly distorted bass, guitars and very crisp drums. It’s mostly raucous sex rock. It’s so brilliant. Their album, You’re A Woman, I’m a Machine, has edged out The Bravery’s self-titled album for first place right now on my album of the year list. I’m sure they are a sort of acquired taste for some but dude take the time to acquire. It’s worth it. I’m glad it’s there to fill the Mclusky hole in my heart (more…)

Well, look who came crawling back. I’m not going to grovel or apologize or ask for forgiveness this time. I just was going a direction I didn’t want to go with the blog. I wanted to be funny, I wanted to be political, I wanted my ideas on paper (or magical intraweb type paper. Where do we store all of that?)

I didn’t want too much emotion to be driving the blog. I mean anyone who takes a blog seriously should either be paid or shot. Well, I let the emotion get the best of me. I wrote the entry below and that became the final little bloodclot box thing in that illustration I used to see on TV with the white and red men in white and red tights showing how a bloodclot works. All my oxygen rich blood (more…)

My dad’s a pretty repetitive guy. Seriously, he repeats the same jokes for every situation. Remember that old SNL skit, “Lord and Lady Douchebag“? I hear that at least twice weekly. That’s why when he called me a “f***ing asshole” I was a bit surprised. It was the heat of the moment. It must have given him a creative idea.

The “heat” was caused by a recurring conversation that my uncreative mind can’t let go of. It’s this issue of fear of gays and more generally this whole “moral state.” A few warnings first:

First, this rant will be most likely long. I apologize in advance. Second, my dad can be an intelligent man. He can be logical and also a compassionate person. That is the only defense you will hear for him. Because on this topic, he’s the “f***ing asshole.” (more…)