Super Phamicom

As I grow older, I find it exceedingly more difficult to act my age. This evening, as I was walking from my car to my front door, I started skipping with the vigor of a 9 year-old girl scout. When I got yo the door, I began to analyze my behavior. It's a pretty steep decline from my car to my driveway, and then it's a very steep incline up the driveway to my door. It's possible I just wanted to build up enough speed to make it up the hill with little effort. But did I absolutely need to flail my arms about like a chorus member in the Oliver Twist musical? Then I started thinking about other examples of my immaturity. I LOVE video games. Sometimes, I spend the entire Saturday playing on my lap top specifically built for gaming while everyone else is at yoga or "running errands" or whatever the hell adults say to encompass their bullshit. I have a spinny/rolly chair at work. When I sit down, I spin, and I roll as if I were playing carnival with my siblings at age 8. I relate every physics problem to SNORLAX. An object in motion, like SNORLAX using BODYSLAM, will stay in motion, unless acted upon by an external force, and an object at rest, like SNORLAX, will remain at rest unless acted upon by an external force or, of course, the POKEFLUTE. It moves him both physically and emotionally by its dulcet melodies. The background of my iPhone is Totoro. I have a stuffed Catbus on my bed. One of my favorite TV shows is Avatar: The Last Airbender. Last week, I had steak fingers for dinner every single night...I'd give you some overwrought, pseudo-profound conclusion, but I want to go play video games now. I bid thee farewell.

PregzWithEmo, I can't.

Okay, so I got onto facebook tonight, with mildly low expectations. I quickly arrived at Tony's page that had a hilarious montage of schadenfreude clips. Spectacular. Loved it. Thank you, Tony. Then, I scrolled down to another friend's page with a link to a video with a screenshot of a woman saying "look at the way you dress." SOLD. If you know me, you know I love women. I was just at a dinner talking about how I really enjoyed watching JJ's girls's basketball b-team win last Thursday because strong women succeeding made me happy. And yes, I get how condescending that sounds, but shit, someone's gotta be happy, and I'm not ready to be that meta.

Here is the video, watch it before continuing reading. And yes, Mel told me that Lonnie posted it earlier, but I didn't know that!
http://www.buzzfeed.com/marietelling/this-powerful-video-shows-men-what-it-feels-like-to-be-subje

Anyway...s(I know, Hannah, but it feels right to include the "s"), so the guy who posted it, a good guy, by the way, included the phrase, "Now, there is a small amount of nudity"...AND THEN, in the comments, a female poster said, "It's only nudity because it's a woman." This is the point at which my mind blew apart into a million mind-blown pieces. I was pregzWithEMO, I was like 8th trimester PREGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Onto the next topic: America the Beautiful. Really? Do I really know people who hated the Coca-cola ad? Do those people exist, or are they media-manufactured twitter handles that Fox News could use to remain relevant? I'm not quite sure.

NEXT: Lego Movie. WTF. Out of left field. Who saw this coming? When I first heard about Lego Movie, it was from Thomas. Usually, when Thomas is excited about something, I play "devil's advocate" (eh? eh? http://www.hulu.com/watch/591807) and HATE it. I don't know why. It's just something I do. Anyway...s (sorry, Hannah), I falsely-reluctantly(double adverb? are those legal?) went with him yesterday, and it was spectacular. I think what really sold me was the father son scene at the end. Now, I'm not saying I have daddy issues, which, yes, I didn't get a lot of hugs from him when I was a child, but I'm totally over that now because I'm an adult and I am so over that now because why wouldn't I be I'm so old and and totally don't care and I'm perfectly fine and nothing's wrong and I am so chill and cool with not getting hugs which I wanted and whatever.......................................................................................................Seriously, though, I've come to realize that that man will do absolutely anything for me. He's one of the few people that I would ask to drive me to the airport, which, by the way, is the worst thing you could ever ask of someone. I would ask a friend for a kidney before I asked for a ride to the airport. Shame on all of you. I would only ask...dad, mom(except, she's kind of a wild card on the freeway) sisters, Thomas, and Mel. Now where was I? Oh, right, Lego Movie. It has a really great father son scene. This is why I am really into Friday Night Lights, John Q, That one scene in Juno with Juno and the guy with the mustache in Spiderman starring Toby Maguire and not Andrew Garfield, Fresh Prince of Belair starring Will Smith as son and Ben Vereen from Zoobilee Zoo and Pippin as father http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3M1SC8BPhA , Big Fish, and Gone Home.

NEXT: I'd like to discuss Russian Olympics and The Hunger Games. They are the same.

NEXT: I'd like to discuss Super Fruit starring Mitch Grassi and Scott Hoying of Pentatonix fame. They do a hilarious and heart felt rendition of Frozen Medley feat. Kirstie Maldonado. Their other episodes are also fun-filled romps.

NEXT: I'd like to discuss how I really love my friends and how they make me feel about myself. Good.

ALSO: I'd like to discuss Brooklyn 99 and how I don't think Andy Samberg was good enough to win best actor, but I'm glad he won because I'm really pickin' up what SNL is puttin' down. I think that Diaz, Peretti, and Captain are spectacular, but I feel that Terry Crews is not given enough room to show his massive talent based off his comedic performances in White Chicks and Everybody Hates Chris.

Finally!: A student asked me last week when she saw I was having a miserable day of dealing with other students, "Mr. Pham, why are you a teacher? You should do something else where you don't have to put up with all this." I said to her, "well, there are a handful of students who are worth the sacrifice." In reality, it's a lot more than a handful. It's only a few that can ruin your day. The rest tho...the rest tho. #PregzWithEmo.

Filler Episode Post

Words or sayings that have always rubbed me the wrong way:

1. Nest Egg - This was not introduced to me until college...at which point, I was UPset.
2. Touch base - No, I won't be doing that, and also, if you say synergy one more fucking time...
3. Irregardless - Nooooooooooooooooooooo, you have a master's degree in education. STAHPPPPP!

I'm currently on my 3rd season of Friday Night Lights, and I have come to the conclusion that...
I can do all things through Coach Taylor.
I'm Tim Riggins in that I am always trying to do the right thing, but I end up fucking it up.
I'm like Landry in that I don't think YOU realize you deserve to be with someone who treats you better than Tim Riggins treats you.
Finally, I'm like Matthew Saracen in I that I have abandonment issues...but unlike Matthew Saracen, for no reason at all.

I have a lot. I have so much. And I feel guilty when I feel like I don't. What is true and what is felt can be very different things. When I teach circular motion, I have to introduce a very philosophical concept. You see, when a mass revolves around an axis at a constant speed, there is a constant force directed toward the center of the circle that causes the mass to change direction at every single point instead of continuing in a straight path as it is want to do. This is known as a centripetal or "center-seeking" force. Contrary to this, there is an "outward-seeking" force, albeit a a virtual one, known as a centrifugal force. A centrifugal force is not a real force but a feeling of a force caused by situations described in the First and Third Laws of Motion. First, an object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an external force. Then, every force has an equal and opposite reaction force. Imagine being in a car during a very sharp turn. You feel as if you are being pushed outside of the curve, when in reality, your seat belt is pushing you inward or centripetally. No object or field is physically pushing you out. What you know to be true and what you feel can be two very different things. I know I have so much. I know I have developed with every opportunity available to me. I know I have been mentored by the greatest minds on earth. I know I grew up in a neighborhood that allowed me to progress beyond its boundaries. I know I exist in a place that affords me the privilege of expressing my thoughts. But what I feel...what I feel can be very different from the truth.

I had a very wicked thought today. I don't want to be happy and successful in order to be happy and successful. I want to be happy and successful in order to prove wrong all those people who ever told me I wasn't good enough or who didn't believe in me. I want to be happy and successful in order to say I told you so to all those who have betrayed me. Parts of me run on spite, parts of me run on goodness. At times, I feel I am arrogant beyond repair, and then I can bring myself so very low and mock everything I wish to represent. It's all very complicated and problematic. My condolences to all the therapists out there.

I had intended to do a series of Ugly Cry Cinema reviews in which I reviewed a bunch of clips from radio/television/film/videogames that made me ugly cry, but I kind of never got around to it so...sorry. I'll try my best to get that in as soon as possible.

Texas Forever

Nice to meet you-duru.

I've been wanting to write again for a long time now. I just never knew how to get back into it. I guess I never really had a plan, I just wrote about stupid stuff...so that's what I'll do. Here's some stupid stuff regarding my opinions, feelings, and world view.

During October and November, I stopped exercising due to lack of time, willpower, and the fact that it got too cold to walk from my car to the gym double doors. I started up again a couple days ago. Nothing too fancy or strenuous, just 90ish minutes of light lifting and elliptical. I already feel a lot better. I feel denser and more in control of my flailing limbs. Speaking of flailing limbs, some important things to know about me: I'm a flailer. After a night of binge drinking or excessive exercise, I flail about in my bed in defiance of pain. Anyways, this seems to be the story of every New Year's resolution, so I'll go ahead and say that I'll probably stop exercising mid-February until the end of the school year.

Following will be a series of short, non-committal reviews of stuff and things.
The Butler. I watched this film because Maggie said it was sad and made her cry. I love a good induced ugly crying so it was a must. The film follows the life of a White House butler during the administrations of Eisenhower to Reagan, and finally a happy ending of meeting the first black president. My only complaint is that I wish it still expressed the current inequalities in this country despite having a black president.

A Village Called Versailles. Did you know that there were Vietnamese people in Louisiana? Did you know that they too lost their homes in addition to all the black communities in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina? This reminded me of the Korean communities in LA during the riots. Our story isn't any more or less American than yours. It is simply unheard.

Gravity. I love science. More than anything, I love when other people love it too. It makes you a better person. It gives you good parenting advice to vaccinate your children. It tells you that a woman's uterus is her physical possession and no one else's. It gives you the power to make informed decisions regarding everything in the whole damned world. Stop saying you aren't right-brained...that's not a thing as proven by science. Science is everything, so make an effort to learn from it and contribute positively to the world community. Anyways, I feel Gravity is swell. It explores the facility of letting go and the fight to hold on to life. Gravity represents many things in this film. It represents order, depression, and most importantly, a tether to life. The final scene was dope.

Battle of the Year. This film marked a low point for everyone's favorite Sawyer, Josh Holloway. Fortunately, I saw that he would make a return to television in a cop show called Intelligence. I hope it fully displays his brilliance and removes the stain that is Battle of the Year. I love a shitty dance movie as much as anyone, but this was awful. Don't see it. I don't even recall the plot.

White House Down. Not as good as Olympus Has Fallen contrary to Mel's infatuation with Channing Tatum.

Percy Jackson and the whatevers. Just as horrible as you would think. I watched it because I am a completionist, and I will watch the third movie as well.

Madam Mam's. F3 beef flat noodle with sriracha. I look at people funny when they don't order it. Why would you choose a lesser existence? You must really hate yourself.

Tam's Deli and Cafe. Go there for authentic Vietnamese cuisine.

Skyrim. Do you know why I'm still playing Skyrim 2 years beyond its release date? Mods. Mods add content to a game. You've probably heard of commercial mods called DLC or downloadable content that the publishers release. Smart game companies release a creation kit which allows for gamers to produce their own mods. This has led to a large community of amateur and professional game developers to produce revolutionary mods that completely improve or overhaul the game. This is why Skyrim performs so well on the steam sale. Like its predecessor Oblivion, Skyrim's longevity will remain strong until the release of Elder Scrolls Online, and probably even beyond that.

Gone Home. Imagine you come home from a long out of country vacation only to find that your house is empty, your family is gone, you're all alone. This 2 hour master piece had me at the cusp of an anxiety attack the entire time. This story is told through a series of journals, newspaper clippings, mix tapes, and other clues. The walls of the house are haunted by this family's memories and told the story far better than any human interaction could have done. My favorite part, without any spoilers, is when you find a message from your grandfather to your father, "you can do better," and later you find the same words on a post it on your father's office wall. You could feel a father's disappointment resonating over decades from four simple words. This reminded me of an episode of This American Life where Ira Glass describes how his father worked in radio before becoming a CPA. Ira had no idea about it until later on in life because his father simply never talked about it. He had to change careers in order to support his family because he felt there was no future in radio. Ira explains how hard it must be for a parent to watch their child pursue something that they felt wasn't worth it. I'm going to be really disappointed when my ballerina engineer daughter chooses to play softball and become a model instead. I'm going to be really really disappointed when her younger brother tells me he is straight and instead of playing piano or writing plays, he chooses to be a United States senator. BLARG!

Friday Night Lights. I love. I don't care for football. I'm glad that Connie Britton is there to express the other side of the story. The one that doesn't care how many TDs you get. The one that promotes an investment in education over a game. I loved the episode that shows the power of the word, "SLUT," and sex inequality. I love how these kids remind me of my students.

This American Life: House Rules. I've been obsessed with this episode for some time now. House rules explores the Fair Housing Act which prohibits discrimination based on race, sex, religion, etc. It describes the generational struggle of people who simply live in a poorer neighborhood than yours. It tells how the greatest promoter of housing discrimination was not the bankers who refused loans, but the US government itself. The most powerful message was that your life is predetermined by the neighborhood you are raised. I grew up in a privileged neighborhood. My life right now is very easy. I didn't earn this life. I was simply raised in a privileged neighborhood. To my privileged friends, stop taking credit for something that was handed to you and stop thinking you are better than someone else who grew up in a less privileged neighborhood. This episode resonated with me because a couple days prior, Eshe and Kristi were discussing the current housing inequality of Austin, the self-proclaimed last bastion of freedom within the confines of the red state. Long story short, this is not a post-racial America. I repeat, this is not a post-racial America. Race permeates our lives. The more money you have, the further you can get away from it, but you'll never escape it. Later, I had a similar conversation with my sisters when they visited. It's amazing how conscious they both are on social justice. I had the privilege of brilliant mentors from camp. They must have had access to great educators as well. We all took different paths, but we're all here trying to make this world a better place. It's the same with the people with whom I surround myself. We have very different backgrounds, but we have a common goal. Isn't that nice?

Jenna Maroney claims the meanest thing you can say to someone you've already met is, "Nice to meet you."

I want to sing again.

Paranoid Phamdroid

One day, I tried to write a short story, but it developed into a plot line from The Wonder Years. It was about a 12 year old android boy who was engineered with an advanced emotion processor catalyzing an evolution into something more than human. It ended with a log in the middle of the forest. A girl was sitting there alone weeping for her recently deceased father. Android boy makes an attempt to console her but instead stares straight forward in complete silence. After the sobs die out, he recants a joke that she told him long ago, and they get to be kids again even if for a moment. Anyways, that was the end of an early episode of The Wonder Years in which Winnie's brother dies in Vietnam. That show was written far beyond its time.

Phambiguosly Gay Duo

Oh, y'all already know what this blog is about, but I will entertain you until the time is right. It's been a while my friends. Some very interesting people have been asking about the whereabouts of my next blog post. I have no good reason. Summer happened. I had writer's block, so I avoided the topic.

 The other night, I was having a beer with my good friend Tucker when I happened upon my summer '08 American History 1865-Present professor at the Draught House. Carl took this class with me so he should remember. This man, Professor Haney, was possibly the best college professor during my tenure at the University of Texas. It wasn't that he had any unique way of teaching history (as my administrators at work would believe is the only way to reach young minds), it was that he had passion. He didn't have any technologically advanced way of feeding us information. He actually just typed notes out on Microsoft Word. It was probably the Office 95 version too! He LOVED what he did. He LOVED explaining to us the implications of the film industry on race relations during the early 1900's. He LOVED explaining to us the upshot of the Cuban Missile Crisis on the advertising agencies of the time. He LOVED to remind us that these types of events were happening today. He LOVED to remind us that our voices sang the same song of change as those in our textbooks. This man did not simply teach me about history, he breathed it into my lungs and my heart. He did this in the same way that Mrs. Green did in AP US History in high school. I majored in biochemistry. Throughout my college career, I took a 100+ hours of science courses. Every once in a while, I was allowed to enrich my knowledge of life with a couple history lessons, lessons that I valued beyond anything I ever learned in organic chemistry. To put it simply, I FUCKING loved this class. As an educator, it meant the world to me to be able to thank him for his service.

 At the end of summer after graduating, I was without employment. I scoured the world for work. Eventually, I happened upon a teaching assistant position at the university. The position required that I met a certain grade point average. This all depended on what I made on my summer courses which were US History and Human Sexuality. I needed an A in both. Unfortunately, I made a high B in each course, so I emailed the professors about my plight and provided reasons on why I should get a higher grade. I knew I didn't deserve shit in Human sex. I missed a stupid journal entry (write about feelings) that brought my grade way down. I think I did it on purpose because I thought I would get an A regardless. The TA could see this so she said it was a fucking "learning experience" to always do the best you can do. FUCK HER. I'm a privileged college student who has never worked a day in his life. What the fuck do I know about responsibility and doing the best I can do? US History professor Haney was a bit more understanding of my situation. He knew that I came in everyday, sat at the front of class everyday, and listened intently to his humble lectures. He acknowledged that I did in fact master the objectives he set for the course and boosted my grade to an A. Even though I did not get the position I had wanted due to the stupid human sex TA, I am forever in debted to Professor Haney's ability to validate my accomplishments.

 Validation. This concept has stuck with me ever since Camp. If any of you know me personally, you know that Camp means more to me than words can express. I'm already pregz with emo just thinking about it. During the summer of 2002, I was asked by my English teacher Mrs. Thomas to attend Camp Anytown. At first, I was skeptical because I noticed that she only asked the "minorities" to attend. I was reluctant to attend some cumbahyah camp and express my feelings and cry and paint ponies and rainbows and blah blah blah. Eventually, I agreed to go, and my friend Nader and I were on a bus off to some woods. When we arrived to the camp grounds, the staff was pounding on the bus, cheering for our arrival, and celebrating our names. I turned to Nader, 'Oh gawd, it's gonna be like that.' To be honest, I can't remember exactly what changed my mind. I just know that it did. This place, this magical place, was a microcosm of solace where I could just exist without any expectation placed upon me. I was allowed to just be me. 

Growing up in the suburbs was not difficult. Many of the people I know and love have experienced so much strife and pain during their upbringing that I am ashamed of telling my lackluster story. I am the son of a Vietnamese family from the middle class. I went to a private school during my early years, and then I attended an exemplary middle school and high school. We stuck to our comfort zones. I never bothered anyone else, and nobody bothered me. And then I went to camp. I could finally see the injustice of this lifestyle. I was completely unaware of struggle. I was completely unaware of discrimination. I was completely unaware of these unspoken divisions in my community. I always felt like I didn't really belong. After I went to camp, I realized why that was. I didn't fit in because I could not accept life the way it was. I could not accept the fact that a person was treated differently than me solely because he came from a less affluent neighborhood than mine. I can still remember the day in gym class when one of my classmates was violently assaulted in the locker room because he was "poor" and could not afford new clothes. His blood stained the walls. And you know what I did when this happened? I DIDN'T DO SHIT! I was afraid. I was a coward. I didn't speak out against injustice. I was nothing.

 When I went to camp, I was a broken child. I only believed in the power of war. I only saw the effects of hate. I did not believe that humanity was good. I hated us. When I went to camp, Cinto, one of my many mentors, told me that I was good. He told me that despite our different life experiences, we were the same. He told me that despite all of the things that separated us, we were brothers. I doubt he even remembers little 16 year old Johnny. Our year was easy to forget. But I remembered him. I remembered Q. I remembered Chuck. I remembered everyone. I could not let this feeling go. Our class wasn't the best of classes. Honestly, the only person I keep in contact with is Nader, but I think we've kept the spirit alive. Our experience was validated.

 Validation. Cinto introduced me to this word for the first time in a meaningful way. When he went to camp many years ago as a teenager, he felt validation as a voice for the first time from someone outside his community, from someone outside his race. This summer, I finally understood the word. This summer, President Obama announced to the world that we would give the DREAMers a shot at a fair life. This happened on the last day of camp. This happened after a group of our young people professed that they were undocumented. This happened after those same individuals were embraced by our community. This happened after those individuals were VALIDATED by their peers. They found validation. I found validation for what it is I do. What I do is very little in comparison to my other mentors, Miguel, Claudia, Cinto, Adena. What I do has no place in the realm of achievement as my mentors. These people are angels on earth. Their fight, which is essentially our fight, is far from over. Please educate yourselves on this issue, this revolution, that affects each of us on a human level. http://www.dreamactivist.org/

 I can't believe I even exist in the same organization as these great people. I am so very humbled. Y'all know me. I am conceited as shit. When I am in the presence of camp staff, however, I am but a whisper. What we do at camp, no matter how obscurely I try to explain it, is not mystical. We simply offer a place for our youth to be themselves. We simply let people love the way they were meant to love. It's about CommUNITY. As I have said before, the dalai lama spends his whole life in meditation in order to make his heart as big as an ocean. Because when you drop a bit of your pain into it, that pain is absorbed. The heart of our community is an ocean. It is time to absorb the pain of the world, and let the healing begin.

 This leads me to my not so happy part of my blog. This whole chick-fil-a nonsense has gotten me a bit riled up. I agree whole-heartedly with J-Stew's and L-Carver's assessment of the debacle. GAY MARRIAGE IS HAPPENING. It doesn't matter how hard you protest against it. It doesn't matter how many chicken sandwiches you eat in opposition to it. IT's GONNA HAPPEN! Just like integration happened, just like suffrage happened, just like slavery ended, just like the first black president happened, just like AMERICA HAPPENED! Nothing you do will be able to stand against it. You will fail. Just like the Nazi's, just like the Confederacy, just like the KKK, just like Saddam, just like Bin Laden. You will LOSE. It is you, who supports hate. Many people are confused about why this argument about chicken is so prevalent today. The reason is because it NEEDS to happen. People NEED to be angry. People were angry because of the Jena 6. People were angry because of Matthew Shepard. People got angry about Trayvon. People got angry because of Kony. People were angry because of Katrina. PEOPLE NEED TO BE ANGRY! THIS IS INJUSTICE. THIS NEEDS TO BE AT THE FOREFRONT OF DEBATE. WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE ECONOMY AND JOB CREATION WHEN PEOPLE ARE BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN THE FACT THAT THEY ARE DIFFERENT?! WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT TAX CUTS WHEN A PERSON IS UNJUSTLY IMPRISONED FOR HAVING A SPECIFIC SKIN COLOR? WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE FUCKING ELECTION WHEN MY FRIENDS ARE BEING DEPORTED SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY WANT TO WORK OR GO TO SCHOOL?! THIS NEEDS TO BE DISCUSSED. THIS NEEDS TO BE RESOLVED.

This leads me to a single conclusion. Because I am not like many of you, I do not hold myself to the same standards. I do not care if I am a hypocrite. Trying not to be one is like trying not to be human. I do not agree to disagree. I have no tolerance for intolerance nor do I pretend that my ultimate goal is to allow you to have your freedom of speech because I have mine. My goals, my hopes, my dreams for this country, for this world, are based on the principles of goodness, of compassion, of humanity. I am not religious, therefore, I do not have to forgive. YOU WILL LOSE. EQUALITY IS HAPPENING WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. A friend of mine tried to explain to me that although she embraced those who have committed the sin of homosexuality, they had no place in God's kingdom. This is clearly ____ man's burden if I e'er did hear it. I ain't got time for that shit. Tolerance is not enough. Acceptance is not enough. Only when all men are created and treated as equal will it be good enough. Good always prevails over evil. This is not a threat, but a promise. If I sound judgmental, it is because I choose to be. You will find no quarter here. Say goodbye to your so called values. This is a declaration of love.

Save the Hammer for the Pham

As I was coming back from Dallas for an AP conference, KUT was ON POINT! The playlist was as follows:

Name Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Song Title How Long
Name of CD Long Walk To freedom
Start Time 2:51:34PM

Name Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Song Title Wenyukela
Name of CD Raise Your Spirit Higher
Start Time 2:57:51PM

Name Dan Dyer
Song Title Love Chains
Name of CD Dan Dyer
Start Time 3:03:55PM

Name Drew Smith
Song Title Nilsson Sings Newman
Name of CD Drew Smith's Lonely Choir
Start Time 3:07:55PM

Name Harry Nilsson
Song Title Living Without You
Name of CD Nilsson Sings Newman
Start Time 3:10:16PM

Name Craig Finn
Song Title Apollo Bay
Name of CD Clear Heart Full Eyes
Start Time 3:13:06PM

Name Bruce Springsteen
Song Title We Take Care of Our Own
Name of CD Wrecking Ball
Start Time 3:21:34PM

Name Tom Morello -The Nightwatchman
Song Title Save the Hammer for the Man
Name of CD World Wide Rebel Songs
Start Time 3:25:15PM
Best line, "Whisper words of freedom"

Name Leonard Cohen
Song Title Show Me the Place
Name of CD Old Ideas
Start Time 3:30:42PM

Name Joe Tex
Song Title Show Me
Name of CD 25 All-Time Greatest Hits
Start Time 3:36:30PM

Like a bold, full-bodied coffee curling its aroma through your nostrils to the back of your tongue. This post would have sucked if all that SOPA/PIPA nonsense had passed. That was a mess. You know what they say, "if you can't do, legislate."

I finished book two of Hunger Games. At the moment, I am Team Peeta/Gale. I am NOT Team Katniss. She's just another girl who makes mistakes and tears through life leaving behind a miasma of discordance and resentment. And the few good men she leaves behind have to clean up after her because she's just so damn conflicted. She's a maturing young lady, mind you, so you're just expected to accommodate her volatile growth as it ravages through your emotional viscera. *exhale* So yes, she's stupid.

I keep promising my students that I will sponsor a Games in my room one day. It would be spectacular! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!