Thanksgiving Tradition:














Yeah, I'll be participating in this one in the next 6 hours.
But while we gather round the table to celebrate the one time American settlers weren't decimating Native American populations with smallpox and guns, I think back... actually not to anything Thanksgiving related, but to this conversation I had with my friends (for anonymity's sake, named N and V in this post) a few weeks ago driving to Rhode Island. This was after N had "caught the flirtatious eye" of a waitress at Friendly's, and us carrying the joke to a whole new level.

V: We have to tell (N's significant other) that he's a hearthrob.
Me: Of course. Don't you remember that N was a teen hearthrob on that show on TV. What was it?
N: You know, that popular teen drama show.
V: Laguna Beach.
N: That's the one.
Me: And before that,you were on Beverley Hills: 90210 playing the cute kid brother.
N: Yeah, I was a child star too.
Me: What did you do with all the money you made as a child star?
N: Spent it on crack.
V: No hookers?
N: No, they just came to me.
Me: Yeah, why spend anything if you could get it for free?
N: Exactly.

And finally, they lied to you about those Pilgrims and their adventures. Stupid Hooflin-Mifflin history books.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Can you ever understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control, and with nowhere left to go, and then see people who have all those things in their lives? You're amazed that they exist and they burn so bright while you can only wonder, "why?" And then someone tells you you're one of them?

When the Hell did going to grad school become part of a "driven, organized life?"

Return to Form: aka more random thoughts.

A homeless/drunk/schizophrenic (pick one, I don't care) was sitting at the back of the bus during my morning commute saying a very loud, and very chauvinistic prayer. According to him, I'm a part of the "sodomites, nuclear terrorists, homosexuals, and pedophiles" ruining the country and driving it down to Satan because I'm an immigrant. Well, glad to know I'm a vessel of the devil.

My friend Robert does work with the Nonproliferation Policy Education Center, a think tank dedicated to combatting the spread of strategic weapons and limiting current stockpiles. That's the good news - such a group exists. The bad news: they're realizing the IAEA has a lack of candor about what their job is supposed to be. For more information on why the fallout shelter might go back in style, visit these critiques 1) and 2) at the Nonproliferation Policy Education Center.

My president is a Fish.

Also, I'm beginning to believe Deus ex Machinas fall from the sky for the angels' entertainment.

Haven't posted in a while.
a) I'm a bad blogger
b) I have a life outside of the Internet
c) I'm lazy
d) Two of these choices are correct
e) All of these choices are correct.

AP has just announced Americacoma. Tell me America, how do you feel?
"Groggy, and like my legs have atrophied. What's been going on since I lost consciousness?"
We've been in Iraq for 3 years, Iran and North Korea are emboldened to gain nuclear weapons, global warming's gonna kick our ass, and we pissed our surplus to give money back to the rich.
"Okay.... what else is new?"
The Red Sox and White Sox have won a pennant.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PUT ME BACK TO SLEEP!"























In the meantime, more self-professed evangelical Christian American voters voted for the Democratic Party in this election than ever before this decade. Which makes sense now realizing that Karl Rove probably could make Satan his bitch.

What does it say when the highlight of my day is riding on an illegally-overcrowded bus (Damn you MBTA! You win again T!) and falling off into a puddle, and the only reason why that was the highlight of my day was in attracted the sympathy of a cute girl in my lab? Yeah I thought so.

I'll write more later. Promise.
In the meantime just read an article I've written prior to the election and look at a picture of my friend dressed as Raskolnikov from Crime and Punishment for Halloween. (Yes, he still is my friend.)