Musing

War and Peace is funny! Really! Never, never marry, my dear fellow; that's my advice to you; don't marry till you have faced the fact that you have done all you're capable of doing, and till you cease to love the woman you have chosen, till you see her plain, or else you will make a cruel mistake that can never be set right. Marry when you're old and good for nothing...Or else everything good and lofty in you will be done for. It will all be frittered away over trifles. Yes, yes, yes! Don't look at me with such surprise. If you expect anything of yourself in the future you will feel at every step that for you all is over, all is closed up except the drawing-room, where you will stand on the same level with the court lackey and the idiot...And why! Why, the whole story of life lies in it. You talk of Bonaparte and his career, [...], you talk of Bonaparte, but Bonaparte when he was working his way up, going step by step straight to his aim, he was free;...

The Ho Times Attempting to make people laugh and/or inform them since June 2002 Student unravels mystery of stupid teachers NOTRE DAME, IN - Many students of New Prairie High School in New Carlisle, IN have wondered why so many of their teachers appear to be substandard, or lacking in what they call "knowledge." And of course, it's taken a student to answer a stumping question once again. "They just jump through hoops," said 2002 graduate of NPHS Joshua Holewczynski. "The very first exam that the teachers have to pass is a complete joke. I bet monkeys who've surgically had 90% of their brains removed could pass that stupid thing." Mr. Holewczynski is referring to the Praxis I exam, which is very similar in format to the SATs except that it costs much, much, much more. The test covers all three of the same areas that the SATs do, just to a lesser degree. "There was one algebra-based question. That's as difficult as it g...

I thought some of you my be curious to know whether or not I'd finally kicked the bucket. I hate to disappoint you, but I'm still in total control of all of my facilities (except for my mind, of course). Check by check, I'm working my way towards my financial goal for the summer. So yay for that. Chicago? Possible early summer trip in early July. I'm still debating on that. If everyone who wants to come on the "end of the summer trip" to the Windy City will let me know when s-c-h-o-o-l starts for them this fall, I can try to get a date worked out that works for all of us. Congrats to all graduates of the class of '03 who are heading to Marian College, Indy, this fall. My future bitches - prepare yourselves, bwahahaha... Enough incoherency for now, before I sound like that writer from that McBlog publication.

The Year in Review Today, I begin to pack up my things. I've sold all my books and I've claimed all of my "works of art" from the art annex. I've stopped putting things on the to-be-washed pile and instead just started lining them up to be bagged. Stacks of papers are everywhere, making my room look like it has stalagmites of paper coming out of the floor. I haven't really started going through these papers yet, but I know that I have to. It seems like, for some reason, a lot of this year has gone in one ear and out the other without meeting much resistance. Maybe it's just the fact that I know the gen-ed classes are worthless and therefore refuse to pay much attention. Maybe it's the fact that I drained my brain pulling through 20 credit hours (anyone who ever takes this many hours will have a lifetime of awed looks and utmost respect from me). Maybe it's the fact that I've been living with a preppy pimp whose comings and goin...

Official Poll of the Week brought to you by "Thursday" (motto: It doesn't get any more dull than this) Assuming for a moment that Scott Peterson is guilty of killing his wife (who was 8 months pregnant when she disappeared in December of 2002): Should he be tried for a single homicide or a double homicide?

"And all of a sudden...there it was." (This goes out to all of you who have ever ran into a parked vehicle) My Aunt Lisa used to live in an apartment complex in Plymouth. Next door to this complex was an old bank building which had been standing vacant for maybe five years. My cousin (Aunt Lisa's son) Jason and I used to play in the bank's old parking lot all the time - cops and robbers, running races, the whole deal. On one particular birthday, he got a new ten-speed, and passing me his mom's bike, we proceeded out to the lot where I hoped to prove that I could still kick his ass, despite the fact that I was riding what seemed like a 1937 Schwin. It started out great. Maneuvering around under the window tellers' extension roof was a little tricky and there was plenty of broken glass to avoid. Otherwise, we ran a pretty decent race. At one point, he stopped completely and waited for me to come around again. "Look!" he said, "I...

I've been thinking a lot about my kids lately. No, this is not a confession-blog about a hoard of illegitimate little Ho's running around Indianapolis (wipe that stupidly relieved look off of your face - yeah, you). The kids that could be. It all comes back to one question: Do you have any idea how screwed up my kids are going to be? (that's rhetorical; if you feel obligated to answer, my response to your response is right here ) Their father is not exactly antisocial, but he definitely holds some ideas that run contrary to your mainstream philosophies of life. So my poor little Darran and/or Emily (or however many others end up running around my house) will have two conflicting images of life from the day they first set foot in school. They will probably develop intellectually on a different level than children of their age as well, since I plan on doing as much preschooling as I can at home. I've often wondered if I'll ever have a sacred room to mys...