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wThursday, August 28, 2003

"Somewhere, beyond the sea... ". Things in Iraq and Afghanistan keep getting worse by the week. In order to keep up with the news the International Media wont show you, I read
Cursor.org, a pretty good news blog. Slightly liberal in taste (as tobacco is slightly bad for your health), yet most of the time they present news in a non-biased way. Well, maybe not most of the time, but it's still more accurate than Fox's Fair and Balanced reporting.

posted by Luis at 11:02 AM

wSaturday, August 23, 2003

Sunday. Darn it. It's Saturday but it feels like a Sunday. That's 'cause it's 8 PM and I just woke up from a "nap" I took at 2 PM. This whole plan of Play Dungeons Friday night with my buddies until 3 AM and then wake up at 7 the next day to teach Visual Basic isn't working as good as I'd thought. Must work on it some more.

Still, not all is lost. At least there's pizza and Coke. Pizza + Coke = happy Luis.

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead. Just re-read my first paragraph above. Friday night. Playing Dungeons. On a FRIDAY night. Kinda sends up the "L"-meter waaaay up there.

Scariest thing is, what I regret from playing Dungeons on a Friday night the most is... missing Enterprise and Andromeda. *Tinkling of glass as the "L"-meter pops*

posted by Luis at 8:03 PM

wWednesday, August 20, 2003

Walpurgisnacht Rock. Here's a bunch of rock bands I would like to listen to sometime:

Clark Kent and His Supermen; Key to the Scriptures; King Kong and his Skull Island Dinosaurs; the Signifying Monkey; Frodo Baggins and His Ring; the Sound of One Hand; the Mouse that Roared; the Heads of Easter Island; the Gospel According to Marx; the Nova Express; the Strangers in a Strange Land; Maxwell and His Demons; Attila and His Huns; the Grassy Knoll; Nihilism; the Wheel of Karma; General Indefinite Wobble; the Left-Handed Monkey Wrench; the 23rd Appendix; the Other Cheek; Cohen Cohen Cohen and Kahn; Ahab and His Amputation; Here Comes Everybody; the Irresistible Force; MC Squared; the Immovable Object; the Players of Null-A; Gorilla Warfare; the Stochastic Process; I Opening; the Ascent of the Serpent; Reddy Willing and Unable; Hercules and the Tortoise; the Deleted Expletive; Deep Quote; Nuthin' Sirius; and the Riot in Cell Block Ten.fnord.

Bonus points to those who can name the book I got those groups from. Extra points to those who recognize more than 5 other works of fiction which mention any of those groups.

posted by Luis at 11:57 PM

wSunday, August 17, 2003

"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war". Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Or, on more recent terms, it translates to Let's kick ass and take names!.

I've been starting to play a nifty online multiplayer text game called
Utopia, in which the player is the leader of a small province in a Kingdom located in some Island in the world. Your job is to expand, grow, develop, create an army and fight the other Kingdoms. So why is it so much fun? Other than having a TON of variables to consider in every move and attack, there's some great team work at play there.

Each Kingdom has a Monarch, and he generally decides if the whole Kingdom goes to war with someone else, whom to hit, raid and pillage, when to attack, what spells to cast, where to send thieves, etc. So while you're busy managing your province, the Kingdom as a whole may be attacking the provinces in the other Kingdoms, and you may help by: casting spells on your enemies, sending aid to the fighting provinces, sending scouts to explore your enemies (in order to get the info to your fellow provinces), stuff like that.

Charge of the Light Brigade. Here's a quick excerpt from Alfred Lord Tennyson's piece:

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

You can read the original poem here. This poem was a remembrance of a British charge in the Crimean War, October 25th, 1854, when the riders of the Light Brigade charged a Russian artillery position. Of 673 men who attacked the Russian Guns in the Charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava 478 lost their lives.

Not quite a cheerful note for a Sunday, aye?

posted by Luis at 1:25 PM

wSaturday, August 16, 2003

Men in black . I've always wondered about the term Goth that many people I know consider themselves to be. Other than being all scary-looking (yarite) and wearing black eyeliner and lipgloss, how can you define being a Goth kind of person? Where does it come from?

So I was talking with this goth chick I know, and she got me wondering about their origins. So, a little Google-fu, and voilá, here's a nice webpage about this subject. What Is Goth?

Interestingly enough, the Goth tribes usually kicked the roman's ass back then. And those germanic bahbaarians were the ones that gave us democracy, trial by jury, the idea of being innocent until proven guilty, and letting women own their own stuff. So how 'bout them barbarian, huh?

posted by Luis at 3:30 PM


Here comes the rain again... Saturday morning. Woke up at 7:30 AM in order to get ready for the 9 AM class I'm supposed to be teaching. Quick shower, grab a Coke on the run, and drive across town in the morning rain.

Out of 10 students, only one showed up. We waited around for an hour and decided to call it a day; he was hungover from drinking last night, I was dead tired from playing Dungeons until 3 AM.

Thanks so much for a wasted Saturday morning. Bah. I'll see if there's anything good on the telly.

posted by Luis at 10:33 AM

wThursday, August 14, 2003

Ma Homie! Here's a quick hi to me friend, me pal, me buddy Sinistrad and his Superficial blog! Here's looking at you, mon!

PS: Mario needs to update his blog more often!

posted by Luis at 6:48 PM

wSaturday, August 09, 2003

Saturday night... "la da ra da di da ra da... pretty baby..." Anyone else remember Whigfield's song? The one with the coreography dance and all that?

It's-a Saturday Night-a, and I'm gonna go and get drunk-a... well not quite drunk (don't have a good enough reason to get more stupid than usual), but at least I'll have a few beers and some chips. Or pretzels. I like pretzels. Everyone likes pretzels. Well, maybe not the U.S. president Bush since he almost choked on a pretzel once. Must'a been a Pretzel of Mass Destruction.

posted by Luis at 10:02 PM

wTuesday, August 05, 2003

I've got a reader! I've got one mail yesterday from a reader who saw my blog and said it looked interesting.

What can I say! The people love me!

posted by Luis at 1:29 PM