James Bond

Who's the better James Bond? Pierce Brosnan? or Sean Connery? The Irishman or the Scotsman? Quite the quandary!

Friday's Pictures

After viewing the entire democratic debate, you are looking at the only American flag that was shown. The only man that wore a lapel pin, Gov. Bill Richardson of New Mexico.

D.K. PHONE HOME Dennis Kucinich has repeatedly stated that he has seen UFOs and believes America should be prepared for their revival.

Here's a Bulletin---Students at UNLV are Apathetic

Students are apathetic at UNLV. Well, Duh. I’m so tired of reading about our apathy towards important social issues. If it’s not the Yell, it’s the Review-Journal’s half page article stating an obvious conclusion. Yeah, we aren’t activists. We get it already. We don’t protest the war in Iraq, we don’t chain ourselves to buildings over global warming, and we don’t join in mass to protest the growing tuition hikes that they are trying to stick us with. Considering the incredibly large number of writers, reporters, and professors that feel the overwhelming urge to proclaim our apathy in a glaring flash of the obvious, I find it curious that no one feels the need to ponder why, beyond the fact that “we are a commuter campus.” First of all, what is the one issue that this campus has been ranting and raving about for the last five years if not more? Oh, yeah, PARKING. P-A-R-K-I-N-G. What has been done about this? Nothing. We have made our feelings known quite clearly. This has been a constant theme, perhaps the only thing that has united this campus. The Result: a worse situation than ever. Even in the reports on the debate, on every channel you had at least one student mention parking. Will it really take a sit-in or chaining ourselves to a pole in the parking lot to get results? Because I have to say, after this debate and during the Rodeo Finals, we could get a fair number. I’ve got the chains people, you got the time? (Of course, we couldn’t really do that because Free Speech zones wouldn’t allow us to protest in the parking lot. And nothing inspires student activism like a freakin’ free speech zone.) I propose that this University does not listen to students on the issues we care about and until this changes, I see no reason to beat my head against a brick wall. They are going to do what they want and they have shown repeatedly that we are merely the poor saps that get suckered into paying for it. Pardon me for not living up to the fine example of the hippies and committing vandalism (such as has been suggested as examples we should emulate) in an effort to get my voice heard. Call me an idealist, but if that’s what it takes to get something simple communicated to the Powers That Be, we have a bigger issue than student apathy. I’ve participated in politics actively before I could vote and have been in several of the groups on campus. I’ve gone to political conventions, conferences, and even attended one of the real presidential debates in 2004. So when people ask me why I’m not involved in the political atmosphere on campus, I ask: what’s the point? The University doesn’t listen to us and we get shut out of all the things we are supposed to participate in. Maybe if we thought anyone would listen or care, we would express our opinion. Give me a clue that someone would be receptive to my ideas and I’m there. Until then, I’ve got more productive things to do. Furthermore, excuse me for not getting all fired up about the debate on campus. I’ll grant you, it would be really exciting if it wasn’t for the fact that for the greater part of this campus, the only involvement that is availed to us is watching the debate in the MSU. Forgive me for not becoming all tingly over watching another debate going over the same issues of the last dozens of other televised debates and townhall meetings. The only thing that will separate this one from the others is it will be extremely inconvenient and there will be 20 second spots the flash Vegas. Big whoop de doo. The only benefit I can see the student body is getting out of this is free notepads from CNN. Let’s face it; as much as everyone is in a lather about the presidential elections, this is the primaries. People pace yourselves. While you may favor one politico over another, let’s face it, they’re all democrats. It’s early days yet. I think a total condemnation of an entire college campus is a little premature considering that we aren’t even in an election year. I am thoroughly disgusted with this University, the political trainwreck that is becoming less like a exchange of ideas and more like a mud wrestling match at Beechers, and the so called experts with the their condemnation of my classmates. Yeah, some students might not know what the heck is going on, but at this point I envy their obliviousness. I wish I didn’t know all the problems that are surrounding us. We might not care about campus events, but I came to college to get a degree. If I want social enrichment, I’ll go to a bar. The conversation is better there. If I want to become more socially aware, I’ll google it. Yeah, we are notoriously apathetic. But me? I just don’t care anymore.

Las Vegas has gone insane...more insane than usual

It is now official. Las Vegas for the next 24 hours will be the epicenter of all press coverage. Whether it be OJ Simpson, who I happened to see in the flesh today as he was leaving the court house and the helicopters were circling. (see video of helicopters) or the presidential candidates who have taken over unlv, Las Vegas is center stage. The Debates have me thanking sweet baby Jesus that I decided to take classes monday/wednesday because the parking is supposed to be without precedent bad. Legendary bad. Like NO PARKING AT ALL. They should just cancel class since no one can get to the buildings. The Secret Service is all over campus and on everyone's backs. They are shutting down the only student parking available. The only thing left will be the parking garage that holds like 500 cars. If I didn't already dislike the candidates, I would now that they have taken over the school and Las Vegas.

CNN is in their little trucks passing out stuff. Really cool pads of paper. (see photo of me and Kathy with our free stuff) They weren't cheap on the freebies, lord love 'em. I even got a button that says "I totally disagree with everything you just said." Here I have another reason to like them. I only used to be able to stand their presence because they have Anderson Cooper. Who should totally do the debates as Wolf Blitzer is a democratic sycophant who kowtows to their every whim. Which AC is probably the same, but he's hot. These things can be forgiven if was is sufficiently hot.

The students are tailgating tomorrow which tells me one thing---college students will find any reason to drink. Though every time I see a presidential candidate, especially She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I need a shot of tequila. I can in fact drink to that. That should be a liquor ad.

Sin City is going to Hell Tonight.

This whole thing is insanity.

How my professors are leading students to the democratic party.

This debate tomorrow is going to be the death of me. Besides the fact that parking is a disaster and secret service all over our ass, I have two professors so far today pushing all of us to participate with the debate. I'm in my second class of the day and in both classes, I've been offered extra credit for volunteering for the debate and/or tailgating at the debate. Because nothing says politics like beer and barbecue. For the second day straight, I get to hear about the dangers of nuclear energy and how its bad. Global whining 101 strikes again. Stay tuned for further reports of the brainwashing.

Thank You

In Memory

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. — John McCrae

Aw, Texas, I hardly knew thee

At this time every year, I feel a pain in my chest that only can signify one thing. I miss home terribly. The problem is now I'm not sure where home is. I guess I feel a nostalgia for the lone star state, the place of my childhood. Texas well always have so many good memories. And perhaps what i miss is my roots. Texas meant a lot to me for a long time. The question is, is that really my home? I don't think so. I'm not enamored of the state like my mother. I'm so over it. But i still miss it terribly.

Quandary of the day.

ah, the constant quandaries of modern life. On one hand, I desperately want to go to London. I want it so bad. I dream of that weekend in Paris seeing the Eiffel tower or the tiger eye in London. I want it so so so much. More than I think I've ever wanted in my life. This will not be possible if the dollar doesn't go back up. Right now ten dollars American is a little more than 4 in GDP or British pounds. Why the damn limeys can't go with the euro like the rest of their continent, I don't know. But nonetheless, its just way to much of a difference for me to do it. No matter what happens, I'll borrow the money. I wouldn't do that to my parents and I refuse to be beholden to my father. Even though technically they are beholden to me. Nonetheless, I won't use any of their savings and mine are tapped out. I just cannot rationalize a trip to London with things the way they are. I need interest rates to go up so the dollar will get kicked into high gear. Yeah, it will screw up the economy, but the general economy doesn't directly effect my life as long as gas prices stay low. On the other hand, we got approved for a house loan today. I'm not sure the interest rate but I do know that its something we have talked about for two years now. The only thing is that I'm not sure about how enthusiastic I can get when I know I'll be out of here in a year/ year and a half. I cling to this as a way to bolster an otherwise dreary day in which I acknowledge my feelings of incredible hatred for las vegas. But I do want a new house. This apartment is just too small and Teddy and Coco desperately need a yard to play in. I need interest rates to stay fairly low for that. Sigh, decisions decisions.

Battle of the Condom Commercials

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Fresh Hell of 11-5-07~Sisters are doin' it for themselves

Today in my classes its all been about gender. For not the first time, a large number of my classes as circled around the same subject. If I didn't know better, I would think it was planned. Today it was about gender in Sociology and Feminism in Modern American Poetry. My incredibly knowledgable yet equally absent soc professor asked us what we considered the advantages of being female and I won much praise with my list which consisted of:

• More social acceptance of emotional outbursts
• More range of wardrobe choices
• Multiple orgasms

Indeed, it is good to be a girl. He called me brilliant and that soothed an ego that had received earlier the lowest test grade in the history of its college career. Anyway, there was a list of the disadvantages and while that was not gone over in class, they are obvious. Social pressure to procreate, unfair work practices against women, the glass ceiling, blah blah. I say blah blah because this follows in with the usual song and dance that every woman is subjected to in college. We are all victims so lets get out there and beat the patriarchy. Rah rah rah! This would be the feminist cheer if feminists believed in cheerleaders. This kind of infirmary feminism is the result of strong opinionated women's anger over the supposed oppression of my generation. I say supposed because even though we are supposedly oppressed, I find myself not feeling oppressed. Perhaps its my strong personality that denies any man the right to have any say over my life whether it be my dear clueless father or any lover/boyfriend/husband. I had thought that perhaps I was the only one that felt this way. After all, we are subjected to the constant barrage of little barbs thrown by the third wavers that tell us we are the victims of society. I didn't understand how the sweet innocents of my generation could escape at least an inkling of the alleged oppression. After a brief little sojourn to the library for a quick snack and chat with cathy, my friend from soc, I proceeded to my fav class of the day. Modern American Poetry. Not particularly because I enjoy poetry, though I admit the modern stuff is much better than Victorian poetry, (thats probably the prof.) but because of the class quality and the professor is very intellectually stimulating. Anyway, to get to the point, we were studying Adrienne Rich, a feminist poet who went from being a 50's housewife with three sons to a bra burning lesbian. What interested me in the discussion is that Prof L asked us, how many of you consider yourselves feminists? Out of the 12 girls in the class, only three raised their hands. Really two and a half. The two were my dear friends who I knew before the class and they do understand the historical importance and the true definition of a feminist, which is simply someone that believes in equal rights for both sexes. By this definition, almost everyone is a feminist. Yet, one has to ask, why did most of the girls in that class not consider themselves proud members of the feminist movement. Is it perhaps that we do not consider ourselves oppressed? Are we poor dupes that do not see the conditions in which we live? The truth of the matter is that young single women are taking over the world. We are the children of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda. Bridget Jones is our hero and cautionary tale. We no longer believe in cinderella and snow white. We can't afford the idea of being rescued because the prince isn't coming and even if he did, who wants him? We are educated, intelligent, and organized. Perhaps not into a movement, but our buying power alone has every major corporation and merchandiser worshipping at our feet. We are going to college more than men, living by ourselves away from daddy's thumb, and we aren't going to get married until we are damn well ready, if at all.

We are in the words of every gay man that is our compadre, Fierce! *snaps*

Instead of the family unit, we depend on our social circle and ourselves. We are the future. We sigh because as much as we love our parents, they just don't get it. And they don't. The world we face is completely different than the one of their youth and its problems are almost beyond their scope. They don't understand our pitfalls and demons. And demons we have.

We have aspirations and the tools to make them reality. We can nourish our own dreams and foster our future. We have it all planned out. We are giddy over our own possibilities. So don't look at us like we are victims that need a special movement that gets us rights or a man to come along to solve our problems. Sister's are doing for themselves.

The Beginning of the End

I have finally succumbed to my basest of urges and added on to the pollution that is already prevalent throughout the Internet. I have joined the ranks of the deluded self absorbed weasels that are somehow convinced that everyone in the world is interested in what they think. Having not the opportunity to harangue my nearest and dearest as well as the random stranger that always feels the need to inform me of their life, I have decided to created a blog that will be a sounding board for all the crazy thoughts that collect and then subsequently rattle around in my head like gumballs in those big machines. You know the ones, those that when you put a quarter in and they go down the little slide and you have to be double jointed to get low enough to get it out and then you about break your finger getting to it. And then after all that work its banana flavored. I hate banana flavor. For the life of me, I can't understand why anyone would want a flavored gumball. If you want a banana, eat a damn banana. You see why I need a blog? Hopefully in this blog we will tackle such important issues as why all the Winnie the Pooh characters are so damn sexually ambiguous, why I hate anyone that uses the phrase "my situation," and the death of feminism. We will further tackle issues that I find important to my life as I will almost definitely be the only one that reads this peace of shit. Let the fresh hell of the day commence.