Tuesday, November 22, 2005

   Triangle Man hates Particle Man
A small sign made from lined paper was taped to the outside of the office door. On it read the words "Men Not Wanting to get Fired Working: Do not Disturb" while the rest of the windows had blinds pulled down over them...

If anyone catches what that was from, I'll be amazed. So yeah, writing up presentation, thinking about writing essay. Probably won't be playing around too much online. Cheers.
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

   Thundercats are on the move, Thundercats are loose . . .
So, last night as I was driving home from work, there was this wicked cool fog. Couldn't see worth jack about 10 meters ahead of ya and everything. It was neat how highways I drive on weekly suddenly looked so different with the fog hiding everything else around it (it looked like I was suddenly on a bridge and stuff).

The new cardboard weapon project at work is Zangetsu. "Boromir" even gave me the project specifically even though he'd most likely have the most time to do it. So I guess I'll try to start it up on Wednesday or so in between doing real work . . . I hope. Oh yeah, funny story, a regional supervisor came to check out our store the other day and as he was cleaning out the back room he found our "weapons cache". For the record, we now have 2 variations of the Cloud sword, 1 or 2 Sephiroth swords (probably 1), a spear-type thingy which we say is Cid's, and . . . I also made a Barret Gatling thingy (still in progress). To be honest, I'm amazed we're all not fired or something yet. Anyway, regional-guy saw them, picked one up, looked at it funny, then put it back (or so "Boromir" tells me). Fun times.

The brother bought "The Movies" for PC. He's been playing it well into the nights. I have yet to really try it so far. It looks really funky, though, and I can't wait to give 'er a shot.

I made my cousin in Cowtown get Skype. After he did, everyone in the house on his end ended up crowding around the computer to chat with me. It was fun. I still sucked at speaking Chinese with my grandma, though . . . all good, though. Oh yeah, and then Duo waved at them from Kansas.

I'm glad I'm done that first essay (for the record, my prof seemed to really like my title, "Self-Inflating Saber Rattling and the Awesome Arthurian Lack Thereof"). Now I just have to read a ton of Sherlock Holmes stories so I can think of something neat to present about on Tuesday (just a short thing, maybe 5 minutes from my seat). As well, I need to write an essay - most likely also involving Sherlock Holmes - by Thursday. Then all shall be well.

Did you guys know Sherlock Holmes was a cokehead? He was. Kinda catches you off guard if you didn't know, huh? Ah, silly Victorians . . .

The other day I finished printing the last few pages of "Life is Like a Boat" for piano. It's 11 pages altogether, is in B Major, but sounds really really good. I'm still clunky but it doesn't sound horrible anymore. Heh, here's hopin' the muscle-memory can kick in for it. I dunno, I really like playing it - I'm even practicing it when other people are still in the house!

. . . okay! Today I read ALL day and figure out my presentation so I can basically spend all of Monday trying to write the essay! [cracks knuckles and ties headband]


Random SomeGuy Trivia: In my entire life, I have only ever seen one full Thundercats episode. Despite that, I have a powerful urge to want to buy a DVD set. Go fig', I guess.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

   Well, I'm back . . .
I was thinking about rewording my intro. BUt then I went "meh". I like the one there now anyway.

Anyway, I would've reverted back to "normalcy" sooner, but then I had to write about how the "Alliterative Morte Arthure" is in fact not a poem of British Nationalism. I finished that, though. Now I just gotta brush up on my Sherlock Holmes for my other class. Then all will be well. Until finals, anyway.

I got "F.E.A.R." for computer. It's crazy cool and scary all at once.

The brother video-taped me dancing on the spot for 18 seconds with his new digital camera. It's kinda funny.

I've had the "Thundercats" theme song in my head all week. Thanks, Red.

I should either go to bed or read Sherlock Holmes now. See ya!


Random SomeGuy Trivia: I have a somewhat odd fascination with the Wilhelm Scream.
Here's a wiki' entry about it for more.
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Friday, November 11, 2005

Chinese-Canadian Spies, 1943-1944; Remembrance Day Statement
As expected, being a Chinese-Canadian man myself, I felt to leave this last little mention for this final installment about Remembrance Day. I know very little about this particular subject, but it has somehow turned out to be a lot more important to me than I originally thought . . .

So through much of the 1800's, thousands of Chinese immigrants were brought over into Canada to help build the railroads. Now that whole subject is full of its own stories, but for today I'm going to skip that and get to the point. Basically, after the railroad was completed, there were a lot of Chinese people in Canada, especially British Columbia.

When Canada entered the war in 1939, the social situation was not especially kind to Chinese-Canadians; they weren't given the vote, and they couldn't serve in the armed forces. There were segregated schools, theaters, and swimming pools. There were anti-Chinese leagues throughout the city; common sayings of the time included "You don't have a Chinaman's chance," or "Chink, Chink, Chinaman." Still, many Chinese-Canadians wanted to serve and fight for their new country . . . in 1943, they finally got their chance.

I'm not sure of exactly what it was, but it could have been anything from a dire need for more troops or a final acceptance that these people wanted to fight . . . in any case, Chinese-Canadian soldiers were sent off to all different theaters of war, both in Europe and Asia. Where things get really interesting, though, is when one brings the Special Operations Executive into the story.

Plainly put, the Special Operations Executive or S.O.E. was a secret service of spies and special agents. And, when you need special agents working in China to fight the Japanese, well . . . . . well, they did have Caucasion agents dressed in bushgear in the forests, but having actual asians who could blend in and speak the local languages just worked. They trained local resistances, sabotaged the enemy, and played a large contribution to the mainland fighting in Asia.

What's especially remarkable is that hundreds of Chinese-Canadians volunteered for S.O.E. service - in fact, they were the largest group in the country to do so! Not all of them got to actually participate, many still training in Australia or India when the war ended, but the desire to serve said more than enough. These people were fully aware that if they were captured, the government would disavow any knowledge of their existence and immediate execution was more than likely . . . nevertheless, to serve was a very important matter. Roy MacLaren of the British Secret Service had this to say:

They embarked for their destinations halfway around the world without a care for the morrow. In volunteering for clandestine warfare, the spirit of adventure was as evident in them as it had been in those Canadians who went into occupied Europe. But for the young Chinese-Canadians, their service meant something more. For them, it was also an affirmation of equality. Their parents, or even grandparts, as well as themselves, had been second-class Canadians, deprived of the full privileges of citizenship. They were ready, even eager, to fill all the obligations of citizenship so that in return they might receive all those rights under which other Canadians took for granted.

After the war in 1945, the government of British Columbia gave the vote to anyone who had served in either world war, be they of Chinese or Japanese background. In the years to come, the rest of the country also slowly dismantled their anti-asian laws and rules . . .


* * * * * * *


I was out the other night for dinner with my brothers and our dad. We were celebrating my brother's birthday, but it also gave us all a chance just to see our dad again since we don't get to talk with him as much. In any case, as the meal went on, I mentioned all this Remembrance Day stuff I was writing, curious to hear what he had to say about my research into things like Chinese-Canadian spies or Lugou Bridge. For a while he didn't fully catch what I was talking about, but once he did he immediately took notice.

"Hey," he said, "you should talk to your grandma, she has so many stories about what things were like during those years."
"I don't know if I should," I replied.
"You really should," he said, "it's really amazing . . ." He went on to quickly recap how my grandparents basically fled into the central part of the country as the Japanese closed in. I had always wondered about that, since for the most part I only knew of them as coming from Hong Kong . . . and well, knowing what happened to Hong Kong, well, ya know . . . . .

Before we all changed the subject, he said one last bit that really stuck with me.
"I wanted to ask your grandpa (his dad) about more of this stuff, but I guess now it's too late . . . so yeah, you should definitely talk to your grandma about this some time . . ."


Later in the night as we drove home, I was talking to my brother about how I wished more people knew about these stories, like the things I'd been posting. He then told me about something that happened to him in class that morning. Basically, the prof' had told everyone that they should all take a moment's silence today to remember all these people who fought for our futures. Right afterwards, he heard a girl near him say to her friend, "I'll give a moment of silence, yeah . . . in bed sleeping . . ."
My brother told me he wanted to just hit her so much for that little joke she made. He felt it wasn't worth it in the end, but still . . .


These millions of people who died do not deserve these kinds of comments. Today, if you see this before 11am - or after, even - make sure you do spend some time thinking about these souls who were willing to put their lives on the line for something they believed in. So and I both sit here in front of our computers writing whatever's on our minds, wearing whatever we wish, enjoying whatever we want to enjoy, because of their sacrifice.

A funny thing about those hundreds of Chinese-Canadian S.O.E. agents. That entire time, they were never acknowledged for the efforts they made - this was the secret service, after all. At the time, they weren't allowed to be thanked for what they risked to end the war as quickly as they could; today, we can finally give them all the credit they deserve . . .


. . . . . and if any of you still have a grandparent or two who lived through those times . . . I ask you to listen to their story. These are things our world can't afford to ever forget.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005

The Early War Years: China, 1931-1937.
Most people'll tell you that the Second World War started in 1939 when Germany invaded Poland. They tend to not count the years China spent holding back the Japanese prior . . .

So in 1931 - eight years before the war "started" - Japan invaded and occupied Manchuria east of China-proper and Russia. They then created the puppet state of Manchukuo governed by the last emperor of China Henry Puyi. Though no one acknowledged the legitimacy to the new country's independance or to Japan's occupation, a truce was negotiated in the same year.

In 1932, the Japanese attacked China directly at what was known as the Chahar province, which was known as "The War of Resistance at the Great Wall." To put it into perspective, the Japanese were armed with the latest weapons and tactics; the Chinese were fighting with obsolete rifles and spears. Yes, spears. The province fell quickly, and all the areas west of Beijing were now under Japanese occupation. The following year, Japan annexed the province of Rehe for the alleged security of Manchukuo. From that, all Chinese land north of the Great Wall was lost.

For the next four years, Japan continued installing puppet governments throughout all their Chinese gains in an attempt to eventually annex all of China. TO get a sense of how ludicrous this actually was, one puppet government was known as "The East Ji Anti-Communist Autonomous Administration".


It doesn't take much to explain that this was gonna eventually turn into all-out war. It happened in the June of 1937, at a bridge in Southern Beijing.

The bridge in question, known as the "Marco Polo Bridge", "Lugou Bridge", and "Roko Bridge" depending on where you're from, was a key supply-route for Beijing from the main Kuomingtang positions; the Japanese occupied the North, West, and South sides of the bridge.

How the fighting began is under dispute. Allegedly, Japanese forces at the west of the bridge were practicing when they found that a soldier was missing and presumed hiding in the town the Chinese forces were set. The Japanese demanded that the army be allowed in to search for this soldier - not surprisingly, the Chinese colonel refused. That evening, the Japanese responded with an ultimatum that they be let in within the hour lest they start firing on the town . . .

At midnight, the Japanese artillery - already zeroed in on the town - let fly while several hundred troops stormed over the bridge. The Chinese quickly assembled about 1000 men and defended the position "at all costs". Through force of numbers, the Japanese were held back and they halted their attack for the time being.

For weeks, tense negotiations were undertaken to soothe the "July 7th incident". The end result was that the Japanese army made more demands: that the Kuomingtang must wipe out all anti-Japanese movements in the cities, that they must take responsibility for what had happened at the bridge on July 7th, and that General Song, commander of the Kuomingtang army, must apologise.

Though the Chinese worked to quickly appease the demands (General Song was more or less unavailable during the entire time), it was all for naught and the moment the local Chinese officer returned to Beijing for instructions, the Japanese attacked the bridge once again.

To fully appreciate what these early battles were like, one must understand the Chinese situation. While undoubtedly superior in numbers to the Japanese and with knowledge of the lay of the land, they were also fighting as civilian militias with minimal modern weapons and often relying on spears and broadswords - as well, they were almost all foot soldiers with no tanks and no airplanes.

Over the course of the week, the Japanese had taken the bridge, the local towns, and eventaully with little resistance Beijing itself. Chinese forces continued to be steamrolled for much of the early years, and many, many horrible things took place during this time (like the situation at Nanjing).


I don't have any numbers for these early battles of the Sino-Japanese War that took place concurrently with the rest of the world . . . but what I do have are the final numbers in 1945. By the end of the war, 1.1 million Japanese casualties left the fighting in China. The Chinese, meanwhile, had suffered over 20 million casualties - 17.5 million of them being non-military.

It's funny to think about how school lessons are tailor-made to suit the class they're teaching. In Australia you learn about Gallipoli and ANZAC; in Canada, you learn about Vimy Ridge, Dieppe, and The Atlantic; in the United States, you learn about Iwo Jima, The Bulge, and Normandy. Rarely do we ever hear about all the things happening in Asia, long before our respective countries entered the war . . .
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Wednesday, November 9, 2005

Battle of the Somme, 1916
If there is any battle that depicts the absolute futility and waste of life in World War 1 trench warfare, it was the Battles of Verdun and of the Somme in France. Some think back to it as the battle in which armoured tanks were introduced to warfare . . . for others, it was the bloodbath that took a million casualties, a quarter of which were killed.

The battle began on July 1st, 1916 as a potential "war-winning" strike by three separate, strong Allied forces along a 25 mile front near the Somme River. The plan was that on one hand they might smash through the German lines and capitolize on the inevitable chaos afterwards; on the other, it would also draw away German forces fighting at Verdun which happened shortly before plans for The Somme were completed.

The Battle of Verdun was Germany's method of winning the war by pure attrition. After being unable to gain ground at battles like Ypres or Passchendale, they resorted to "Bleeding the French dry", and felt that France would surrender after enough casualties had fallen. This battle happened to be the longest battle of the war, lasting from February of 1916 to December. With this in mind, the Allied nations at the Somme felt it to be of dire importance to help the French dying at Verdun.

Thus, Britain and its confederates including Canada, Newfoundland, India, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand - 53 British divisions out of a total 56 at the time - launched their attack from the west concurrently with Italy in the south and Russia in the east. With this kind of massed attack, the Central Powers would surely have little chance . . .

For seven days, Britain shelled the German positions with 1.5 million artillery shells. Afterwards, the plan was that the infantry could then immediately walk over the devastated positions and take it all over.

Thing was, there were many, many factors going against the British and allies. For one, basically every division fighting at The Somme was vastly inexperienced, the original British regulars having been effectively wiped out in battles such as Ypres the prior year. For another, many of the French divisions which were originally to fight at the Somme were diverted to Verdun. Finally, the ease of the infantry walking through the German positions was correlated with how well the artillery had destroyed the barbed wire and defenses along the way . . . in this case, it wasn't nearly enough . . .

The German defenders were quick to take up their positions. On the other side of no-man's land, the Allied soldiers (wearing 70 pounds of equipment) were basically walking shoulder-to-shoulder across the dangerous ground; they had no chance.

Because of slow, rigid, and old-fashioned battle tactics, a failure in communication and the allied commanders' inability to truly see what was happening, wave after wave of soldiers were cut down by machinegun fire and blown apart by artillery shells. There was even a mistake report that a division had succeeded in its attack, and a reserve division was sent in right behind them. The 1st Newfoundland Regiment, the only division that was not truly British fighting on the first day, ended the day with 91% of its fighting force out of commission - and that was only the second-worst battalion loss.

In that single day alone, the British suffered almost 60,000 casualties, a third of which were dead. In comparison, German losses were at about 8,000. And the fighting basically continued in this manner for both sides.

The Battle of the Somme went on for over four months with neither side truly gaining ground. It is unsettling to know that at the outset the British knew that it was likely that the battle would become one of attrition, where the side most willing to send out men to die would win.

In September the British used the first armoured tanks in history. They were slow, prone to mechanical failure, and highly vulnerable to artillery fire. Thus, they could not turn the tide of battle either.

By the end of the battle in November, neither side had really won in the traditional sense. There were slight advances here and there - the best being 5 miles of ground by the French - but for the most part it was just a river of young men marched off to their deaths. The entire operation "was conducted with little skill or imagination; that it went on too long; that it was a mere battle of attrition." The final damage was over a million casualties on both sides: 630,000 Allied and between 465,000-600,000 German. As for outcome, the German army realised that it could not afford to continue fighting in such pitched battles anymore, and began a scorched-earth policy and slowly pulled back; in effect, the army's backbone was broken. Nevertheless, there were still two more years of fighting to continue . . . and young men were still going to have to continue giving their lives for little gain . . . . .
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Tuesday, November 8, 2005

The Second Battle of Ypres, 1915
Throughout World War I, there were four separate Battles of Ypres in Flanders. The first battle in 1914 was mainly the race to the sea between the German Army and the British Expeditionary Force. The Germans were attempting to cut off the British supply lines from Calais and Dunkerque, but the British were able to reach the coast first and dig in. With support from the Indian army and other British "Territorials", the BEF was able to hold back a vastly larger German force, albeit at the cost of basically the entire Expeditionary Force. By the end of the battle, both armies had bogged into the stalemate of trench warfare that lasted for essentially the rest of the war.

The Second Battle of Ypres was the German effort to break the stalemate. In the evening of April 22nd, 1915, the Germans dumped 168 tons of chlorine gas across a four mile front at Ypres. Choline gas is a frightening thing, quickly asphyxiating and choking anyone caught under it, basically melting the respiratory system, burning the eyes and skin, resulting in an absolutely horrific death.

The primary French Colonial and Algerian defenders, completely unprepared for such warfare, either died in the trenches under clouds of yellow-green gas or fell back; the result was a four mile gap in the battle lines. The Germans, however, did now know just how effective the gas attack would be, and did not follow up the attack with troops to hold the ground.

Up until that point, the 1st Canadian Division was being held in reserve at Ypres. After seeing the gas attacks, they immediately reinforced the wide gap as best they could. Though a rather gutsy move in of itself, it also had tactical reasoning in that poison gas works due to how the wind blows; thus, the freshest air would be closer to the German trenches, the gas blowing past that point soonest. Of course, the forward trenches were still flooded with the heavier-than-air gas . . .

The Canadian regiments marched into the gas, urine-soaked handkerchiefs over their faces. The ammonia in the urine neutralized the chlorine to a degree, allowing the soldiers to breathe and continue fighting. Under these conditions, the Canadian division held the line and resisted all German advances for a week and a half until May 3rd, when the British finally relieved them. Needless to say, gas masks became a standared piece of equipment from here on. In the end, the German army had suffered 35,000 casualties in the effort; the Canadian division, originally at a strength of about 18,000 men, suffered almost 6,000 casualties (over 1000 of which were fatal).

The Second Battle of Ypres was significant for several reasons. It marked the first time chemical weapons were extensively used in warfare. The battle also marked the first time a colonial force repelled a major European force on European soil. Of the Canadians, the 16 Battalion (or the Canadian Scottish Regiment) were decorated for their part during the Battle of St. Juliaan-Kitchener's Wood. After this battle, Canadian troops were quickly gaining a reputation as being strong, fierce, and dependable, and the Canadians were often turned to as front line shock troops throughout the final three years of the war. This battle led on to other battles like Vimy Ridge, and solidified a colonial army into what would later become its own dominion and then nation.
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Friday, November 4, 2005

Pardon me while I burst into flames . . .
Quick recap of what's up in my end of the world. Legs still not quite "un-sore" just yet. My recovery rate sucks ass since I haven't been exercising as much as I should be. I also did a closing shift at work last night (called in for a guy taking a leave) and I'm closing tonight at work again (guy has a midterm). Then on Saturday I'll do my regular long shift that ends with closing again. Fun times.

Brother's birthday is on the 7th, so I need to think of something to get him soon. My Arthurian Lit' term paper is due on the 15th. My Victorian Lit' term paper is due on the 22nd - as well, I have an in-class presentation about Sherlock Holmes that day as well. So that's November.


And now for something less trivial . . .

For those of you who have known me for at least a year, you all know that there have only ever been two instances where I changed the theme of my myO page. Once was when I thought we lost someone very important to us (though we didn't, and I give thanks every day for that). The other time was for Remembrance/Veterans Day . . .

When I was at school yesterday, I walked into the Student Union Building looking for people selling Remembrance Day poppies. She was there, and I quickly made my way over to buy a poppy pin. Now, it's by donation, so whatever pocket change is fine - still, I put in two bucks without a second thought. I dunno, it's just one of those things you do . . .

My grandparents lived in China and Hong Kong during the war years. I don't know if they fought in the war or how it affected them exactly. At this point in life, my grandma on my dad's side is the only one still living and I've never asked her about this stuff - partly because my Chinese is bad, partly because I've just waited so long to ask . . . but in any case, November 11th means a whole lot to me.

So, with that said, things are gonna change for a little while soon. I'm gonna get a little more serious, I'm not gonna post any trivia bits, and I'm gonna be posting about events which I don't think anyone should ever forget. Of course, being Chinese-Canadian I'm gonna most likely gonna have a bit of a Canuck slant to things among others. But I promise, it'll all be important.

I'm not sure when it'll start, but it'll be soon. And it'll be worth it, believe me.
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Thursday, November 3, 2005

   Consider this an Ultimate Trivia Post . . .
The brother: "Is Darth Vader a tragic hero?

Me: [shrugs]

The brother: "His fatal flaw . . . is that he's evil."


So, that made me laugh uncontrollably for a while. It's a stupid reason to, but what can I say?

So yeah, I bought "Star Wars: ROTS" and another disk of "Otogizoushi". Man, it's funny with me. For me and mostly likely my brothers as well, Star Wars is like, this old passion that just never really seems to ever die. I mean, we all grew up with the movies playing on video tapes in the living room while we just played around. Half the time we wouldn't even be watching it - it'd just be comforting to just have it playing, to have the dialog and music in the air . . . even to just see and watch anything from fan films to video games, just seeing other people's take on the world just makes you feel all good inside, I find.

I really do think it's disgusting as to just how much Star Wars knowledge the three of us have soaked up in our lives. I mean, I know I'm already pretty much a professed anime otaku (this site says that), but with Star Wars . . .

I mean, we know the make and model of Han Solo's blaster pistol (it's a "modified BlasTech DL-44 heavy blaster"). We know the characteristics of nerfs, gundarks, and wampas. I know the name of Luke Skywalker's son (Ben, whom he had with Mara Jade many years after the movies). No matter how long it is between watching these movies or reading these books, the minute we get news of a new Star Wars video game we immediately get into the research of it . . . that said, "Battlefront II" looks awesome!

In the movies themselves, we pretty much know when every instance of a Wilhelm Scream occurs throughout the entire series. We know that in Episode II, Jango bumps his head going into his ship because it's an homage to a famous mistake in Episode IV, where a stormtrooper bumps his head going through a door and falls down. We've probably caught each other saying "I've got a bad feeling" about this or that. We own at least half a dozen Kenner lightsabers . . . while on the subject, we're also aware that if we were to ever learn Kendo, we'd be that much closer to knowing how to fight with lightsabers.


So what did we do when these prequels came out and everyone thrashed them to pieces? Was it that we were so blind in our devotion that we couldn't see past the problems? Hell no! We're very aware that Jar Jar and Jake Lloyd set all sorts of new lows. We've quoted the line "One day I shall become the most powerful jedi ever!" with the whiniest voices we could ever muster. Yes, there are some definite issues with these movies.

But that's the thing. By this point in time, it's impossible to be objective about Star Wars. No one can look at it and make any sort of view of it completely without other views competing as well. Likewise as I have said once before, with the internet the world has fallen into all sorts of hyperbolic madness. These days, things can only be "the best ever" or "the worst piece of garbage I have ever sat through". There is no middle ground anymore.

People complain "he only cares about the CG effects." Yeah, they also happen to be insanely good CG effects that came out before everyone else's . . . that's the other thing that no one really appreciates. When George Lucas made these movies, he's always had another motive for 'em. With the original trilogy, he wanted to promote the idea of sci-fi adventure that no one saw before. In the new ones, he was promoting the use of digital effects and cameras as a legitimate means to the same end all filmmakers have been reaching since the beginning of the last century. But y'know, this is all technical stuff that I only ever bring up to make a defense, and I don't feel like defending for the rest of this post.

I'm gonna paraphrase something from an episode of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" that I think explains my point of view really well . . . and yes, I'm aware of how cool I already look without adding Star Trek to it . . . . but anyways, check this out. So in this episode, Data the android has been composing really, really bad poetry all episode. People are going nuts with his attempt to understand poetry about how he appreciates his cat Spot. Later in the episode, he goes to his friend Geordi, who basically says,
"technically, all your lines had the right amount of lines and the best rhymes. But did it evoke an emotional response out of me? Sorry..."

And that's really all it is. When I saw these newer ones on the big screen, I was just soaking up the spectacle of it all. I was cheering and laughing with the rest of the theater as things happened. The technical aspects of what's good and what's not good just don't apply in these situations. You've got something in front of you that your spirit's getting a kick out of, and there's not a lot else that really matters . . . erm, or something.


So to sum it up for my trivia bit: I'm a fan of Star Wars. This affects my outlook on many aspects of life. 'nuff said.
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Wednesday, November 2, 2005

   This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world . . .
I've got little to say today. We started Sir Thomas Malory's "Morte D'Arthur" in class yesterday and I went downtown for 25 cent chicken wings and drinks with "Faramir", "Legolas", "Legolas'" girlfriend, and another friend of "Legolas'" who was a girl.

Oh, and my legs hated me for every step and every set of stairs I came across - you see, crouching in bushes for two hours the night before leads to some major soreness. Dang.

I might need to get a haircut soon.

That is all. Nighty night.


Random SomeGuy Trivia: My preferred style of eggs is sunny-side up. Despite it being totally uncooked and stuff, I dunno . . . I like runny yolks. More or less.
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