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Name: Brian Gender: Male
Interests: US Army Rangers, HOOAH! Martial Arts, weightlifting, shooting, useless random facts, Monty Python... Expertise: Sarcasm, or so I'm told... Military related activites, getting angry at various computers, quoting Monty Python to the chagrin and annoyance of others... Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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10/27/2006
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| Haha, He's DeadSo, for all of you who don't know, which I doubt is very many, Saddam Hussein is dead. And the day after, like usual, Tom Ridge, Director of Homeland Security, came out the day after and said, "Today is an orange day, no, wait, red, wait, yellow... I know it, I don't know where, I don't know when, but something terrible is going to happen." Makes you feel very comforted, doesn't it? And airport security is still just as stringent, even though Saddam is dead... I mean, before 9/11, it was like, beep, beep... "Okay, what is that? That's a gun, okay, get on the plane." Beep, beep... "What is this? That's a knife, okay, get on the plane." Now they take knitting needles away from 85 year old women... "Give me the needles, ma'am." "Why what do you think I'm going to do, knit an Afghan?" In conclusion, very little improvement was made by executing Hussein, however, it's always a good morale booster to watch the video... Also, I thought my song choice was kind of ironic, even though it was a bloodless death... | | |
| Scottish 'Ingenuity'Haven't been around for a little while... don't have much going on to tell, but how about some ethnic ingenuity... So I've been thinking, the Scots say they never get drunk, but how is that honestly possible, considering they're the people who's men started wearing skirts without noticing? I mean, granted, kilt are awesome, but the idea is still a little fuzzy to me as to why some Scotsman was just sitting around one day looking at his wife's clothing and was like, oh, honey, mind if I try that on? So obviously something is a little messed up... And secondly, someone who invented a game as stupid as golf has to be drunk, I mean, what really happened there, two drunk Scotsmen sitting in a bar... "So, this is my idea for a sport. You hit a ball into a gopher hole." "Oh, like pool?" "Forget pool, this is with a massively messed up stick with a ball on the end that looks like it was made for clubbing people's heads." "Oh, like crochet..." "Forget crochet, I'll put the hole hundred of yards away with obstacles in between... like trees, rocks, and long grass, so everytime you miss the ball, you have to whacking through the grass with a tire iron. And every time you miss, it feels like you're having a stroke, in fact, thats what will call it, a stroke, and the object is to have the fewest strokes by the end of the game... And near the hole, there'll be a patch of green grass, with a little flag, to give you a glimmer of hope. But then there'll be a pool and a sand pit to mess with your ball some more..." "Brilliant, and you do this one time?" "Heck, no, you do this eighteen stinkin' times..." And so, was the inception of golf... Considering I'm Scottish, it's thought-provoking, isn't it? | | |
| Uninvited Guests...So there is a very disconcerting feeling when, while playing Airsoft, the Maricopa Sheriff pulls up in a tactical riot vest. This feeling increases when several friends of acquaintances who were unfortunately invited without my knowledge decide to not come off of the roof of the school at which we were playing. So... after being ignored, the Sheriff kindly tells me and my friends, whom were actually invited..., that if they don't come down from the roof, that we will all be arrested for trespassing, even though only the three whom I did not know were the ones guilty... Following the course of the evening the Sheriff tells me to get them off the roof, so after yelling at them, getting on the roof and being forced to kick them off the roof quite forcefully, all three of them were rewarded, to my satisfaction, with a pair of handcuffs and a cold leather seat in the back of a Ford Crown Victoria. Yet somehow, two hours later, still being innocent of any charges, I myself was still seated on a curb waiting for the Sheriff to get my information for the police report. Serves people right for inviting people I don't know to an activity I planned... | | |
| So today marks the end of a 'vicious cycle' of the AIMS test in which I have been stuck in for the past four days. Ironically, the last day, today, the test administrators maliciously decided two administer the tests in two parts. Moreover, if one finished the first part during the first period of testing, you were not allowed to begin Part Two until the second session. So, being my usual self, I was not inclined to take my time on such menial tasks as a test, and completed Part One in the first hour of a four hour testing session. However, to avoid certain presentations in my English class, I sat for an hour pretending to take a test I already completed. This time of course, was more than adequate for me to complete Part Two, but was I allowed? No, of course not, the evil AIMS conspirators elongated my school day by two hours without my permission, forcing me to support their evil ways with money for sustinence, and then return for Part Two of the propoganda. So now I sit in the library waiting to go home, but I cannot. P.S. You'll have to forgive my current music choice, might not be an excellent representation of Christianty, however, it is a cool song... | | |
| First Time Doing ThisSo this is my first time attempting the apparently quite interactive yet seemingly exceptionally boirng activity known as blogging... It's much more fun to read about other people's lives and mishaps falling(jumping, I know) off roofs than to tell about my own less than comparable endeavours. However, seeing as I have begun this journey upon the wide and well travelled road, I'm sure it won't be my last entry... | | |
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