And Jet said...
July 21st, 2006
I am in Europe right this moment. For a bit of a travelogue, see the bio section.
November 13th, 2005
Oh my god! We've all been outfoxed! How will I protect myself now?!
The Fifth of November, 2005
"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
the Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot.
I know of no reason, why Gunpowder Treason,
should ever be forgot."
Julian Day 2453666.56036
The trekkies will now have another reason to spew about how full of foresight Star Trek is, goddamit. The military is experimenting
with aluminum oxynitride as a replacement for glass in vehicles. That's right, transparent aluminum, just like the stupid Star Trek time
travel movie. The one with whales. Goddamit.
May the 1st, 221 A.L.:
SAVED! SAVED! Free at last, free at last! The Midnite Cowboy married the Ren Fair Nerd in her grandparent's living room awhile back,
so no hat for me. Yay! yay!
February the 3rd, 2005:
Sometimes I almost believe in karma. Last week Brother #2, the Midnite Cowboy, called me. He was crying. This immediately produced an emotional response
in me. I felt a deep swelling of... hopeful expectation. The last time he called sounding odd he asked me to be the best man at his wedding. He's marrying
a renaissance fair nerdette. Which leads to me being threatened by a tunic and a silly hat in August. The Renaissance Wedding. Christ.
So I had my hopes that Derrick wasn't getting married anymore just so I wouldn't have to wear the stupid outfit so soon (it's the same damn hat I'll have to wear
when I graduate with my PhD, so it is an eventual fate). Then karma comes in. And not the porn star Karma either. That would be a much happier tale. No,
Brother #2 tells me he just had my dog killed. From hopeful joy to impotent rage in thirty seconds. Goddam goddam.
It's been a week. I think I've gotten over the impulse to have someone kill his puppy out of spite. I'm still pissed though. He buried my dog under his damn tree.
And yes. I'm petty about it.
December the 17th, 2004:
Now that the tribulation period (otherwise known as finals) is over, I took some time to update my site. Give
it a bit more razzle-dazzle, and all around make it less lame. I picture the frontpage as something like a blog. Though I'll certainly
be shit poor at updating it and never write anything of the least interest.
Last Modified on February 3rd, 2005
Contact: JGoodson at ic.sunysb.edu
