Are you a human living on the planet? Then you should probably read this. It details, very clearly, exactly what the shit is happening in Egypt right now, something the entire world should be knowledgeable about.

This is remarkable:

DRUNK BLOGGING

Jägermeister is delicious. I don't care if you think it isn't, because your opinion is not only wrong, but you are probably a terrible person for speaking about against my drink. The problem is, Jägermeister is hard alcohol, and I tend to drink it from the bottle like it is any other type of drink. This can lead to extreme inebriation (like right now), or death.

I was about to post a link to the term 'lush', but I think I use it differently than Wikipedia does. When I Wiki 'lush', it comes up with "A person who drinks alcohol to excess habitually, see Drunkenness or Alcoholism." But I am not an alcoholic.

Let me elaborate.

I do not drink 'here and there'. I don't particularly enjoy the taste of any alcoholic beverage (barring Woodchuck Cider) enough to just drink it if I'm thirsty. Therefore, alcoholic beverages serve one purpose: to get me Fucked Up. So, if I start drinking, I may as well drink enough to reap the benefits of sweet inebriation.

BUT.

I don't need to drink, so I don't really fall into the alcoholic category.

SO.

I only feel comfortable calling myself a lush: an individual who, when they drink, drinks to excess, but is never compelled to have to drink.

Time for bed.

THIS IS ENTIRELY COMPUTER GENERATED:

wat

I go to the school that is in the city that they "go down to" in this song:



*weeps*

Haha, an update!

If you hadn't heard, I went to the hospital Friday morning because of a strange pain in my chest. One chest x-ray and some EKG fun later, they had no idea what it was, but a pretty good idea of what it wasn't, namely my heart or a tumor. My doctor thought it might be acid reflux, and put me on some meds for acid. Today, I saw my new family doctor (and total badass), Dr. Klein, and he thought it was a muscle abnormality that was exacerbated by my chest naturally having a little indentation in it.

Kiss Me, Kate! is almost over, our final show being on the 30th. I've noticed something about working on a show with a run this long which I've also observed in a lesser extent during short runs. When everyone shows up on Friday for a weekend of song and dance, the joke is always "Oh man, here we go again, har har har," or "do we have to run it one more time, har har har."

Tycho, or Penny Arcade fame, describes how tabletop gamers often flip through books containing information on their friend's forces. Usually they see a particular model with particular abilities, and exclaim "that is bullshit!" But they don't really mean it is bullshit, but instead, as Tycho puts it, "mean that it's novel or interesting."

The sentiment to jokingly mock that which one will not only face, but relish the opportunity to do so, is probably not unique to geeks, actors and techies. I'm sure air traffic controllers come in to work and, while they pour themselves some coffee, grumble about work.

But the whole little ritual becomes so novel when actors partake in it. They usually are coming straight from their real job which may have ended only a couple of hours ago, and before which they probably made the same little "here we go again." Soon, they play will begin, and the actor, as Camus puts it, "travels the whole course of the dead-end path that the men in the audience take a lifetime to cover."

I suppose what I'm getting at is that I like it. I like that those about to lay bare the human condition gird themselves for doing so with the same brevity as a cab driver getting ready to start their day.

I suppose this could be the first part in a series of posts on why I have the best job in the world.

Point #1: I get to hang out with the navigators of human experience.

LOLOL:

Oh hey blog.

I've tried to make this blog a 'thing' about a dozen times. Most (all) of those rebrandings were attempts to make myself feel better in the face of adversity, like becoming a wreck over designing Killer Joe, or changing schools.

I have ceased being interested in doing that.

So, fuck it, I'm going to sit down every (couple of) nights from now on and just post whatever the dick I want, because this is my blog, dammit.

So, onward!

LATEST FAVORITE BAND: JUKEBOX THE GHOST

Play this video as you read this post. I'm listening to the same song as I write it, so we can totally be, like, on the same wavelength.

Or something.



Well, I'm now a company member with Circle Theatre. Or at least I will be after their February meeting. Considering that I've worked one show with them, and am still in college, I'll consider that some pretty excellent headway in establishing myself in the Chicago theatre scene.

The way membership works with Circle is particularly appealing. As long as I come to the meetings and agree to help them out every odd weekend building their sets, I can retain the membership on my resume without needing to bind myself to working show after show with them.

Essentially, the company membership is a gym badge in the Pokemon league that is the Chicago theatre scene.

That's right, motherfuckers, there's a wiki called Bulbapedia, and I linked to it.

Twice.

Speaking of which, my Pokedex stands at an impressive 360 caught, and counting. Online trading is the best thing ever. Most of my trades (see: half of them) have come from Japan.

If you haven't already, I'd suggest following the Twitter feed my friend set up to follow my drunken ramblings. When will getting blitzed and yelling about the Old Spice Guy become immature? I don't know, but I might be able to see that line as I blow past it.

So I'm dating this scenic designer from Columbia, which may surprise all of you, considering how I tended (tend to?) talk about Columbia as an institution, as well as the people that chose to go there. Granted, that was before I realized that there are, like, a lot of people in the world, and they don't all fit into nice little boxes that I can hate.

Except for hipsters. Fuck those guys.

The last hipster brings me to a good point.

I've always theorized that there are three general types of geek that one encounters in College.

1. Geek One was an outcast in high school, usually of their own volition, and never seemed to really mind, which is fine. Totally dedicated to whatever their geeking of choice happened to be to the exclusion of bathing and boobs, they never socially adapted to college life, and treat it, as far as other people are concerned, as an extension of high school. When approached by someone showing genuine interest in their hobby, they usually withdraw, expecting for the other shoe to drop, and have their lunch money taken away.

2. Geek Two may have had his or her roots in the same high school situation as Geek One, but differs in a crucial way: When they got to college, and other people saw them painting little soldiers, or building a miniature village for them to fight in, they showed the fuck off, because for some reason all the rules changed in college. They leave their doors open while they paint or game, only to be joined by curious onlookers who never even knew something like tabletop wargaming or NERF modification existed. Most importantly, they get laid, a lot. It's almost like Geek is chic.

3. Geek Three can suck a bag of dicks. Realizing that Geek Two exists and is awesome, they will grasp for what little knowledge they actually have of whatever geeky hobby they choose, and proudly claim "OMG I'm totally a huge geek/dork/nerd." When pressed, you'll usually find out that all that means is that they watched someone play D&D while they got stoned once, or that they know Duck Hunt exists. Motherfucker, I played a perfect round of Duck Hunt up until level 20 while shooting backwards, bent over, between my legs, standing in the hallway of my freshman year dorm because I'd be too close otherwise. To me, all you'll ever be is they guy who placed the tip of the barrel directly against the TV screen, failing to realize that the game is called Duck Hunt, not Duck Genocide.

A bag of dicks.

Do you like photography or things that are beautiful? Then watch this:

HOLY SHIT JAPAN:

Hell yeah.

I'm working on Reefer Madness!, as you all know, and man is turning out to be a good choice. Last night I was in the space until 2:00, organizing and running the props for the show, and building the set with a good friend from U of I. Today, I'll head in much earlier, at abour 12:00, to finish building the set, completely organize and clean the props area, and build a human heart out of two sponges, a needle and thread, and some stage blood.

My job is the best job. It is proven, with science.

The show, I'm pleased to report, is actually good. I'm leery of recommeding a show based solely based on the fact that I'm working on it. If it turns out to be trash, I have to either hear whoever I invited slam it, or hear them tell me that it was "really good, and you did a good job," even though I know that's some bullshit.

I digress.

The acting is solid all around, with some impeccable timing on everyone's part. We'll see how they do with audience applause, but I think they'll be fine. I get the feeling this isn't this cast's first rodeo. I also haven't groaned at a single gag yet, which is unusual. Normally, when a comedic show is being worked through, I'll find myself thinking "what a terribleidea" about at least one of their gags as they work through it.

So, go and see it. This one'll be worth it.

My Mom finally got an Etsy page. Go there and buy everything, even though I'll have to handle it all.

I'm loving the Tau like woah.

Fine.

You win, internet. I have a Twitter account, now.

How enchanting this looks:



Thanks, BLDGBLOG, for the info.

Right, I has a blog.

Life is moving in a pretty alright direction as of late. Going down the list:

School: I go to Columbia. I am a functioning human being, so I get A's. 'Nuff said.

Work: Ha ha! I am officially the props run crewman for The Brown Paper Box Co.'s production of Reefer Madness! at the Viaduct Theatre. It's their first show, with a design crew populated with mostly U of I grads. By that I mean the design elements will probably be pretty grand. You should probably go and see it.

Sadly, I won't be getting paid, but hey, it's the first show for a new theatre company. As long as I get to eat (which I was promised!), I'll be happy to do whatever they like. It's been a long while since I've been backstage in any meaningful capacity, bonding with actors through the trials and tribulations of liver performance. I miss it. Working shows is how I've met some of my best friends, gained great stories, and felt like I was actually doing something in the world.

Warhammer 40k: 6-0-1! Since I've started playing Tau, I've had some close fucking games the past few days, mostly against Mr. Sullivan. So far I've played Eldar, The Imperial Guard, Chaos Space Marines, and Orks. Time and again, the Tau have proven to put shots where I wanted them when I wanted them, save one lengthly tank duel two games ago.

I feel bad for the Guard. My basic troopers carry rifles that negate their save, wound on anything but a 1, and outrange them by 6". It's fucking brutal. It's all about getting in close, but at 750 points I bring a Devilfish, so I can usually stay pretty mobile. Crisis Suits, similarly, are barely ever hit. Come to think of it, I've only ever lost one suit in all of my games. And in that case, Billy had to level the building they were hiding behind for a clear shot with three heavy weapons teams. With the onset of a fairly large Planetary Empires map-based campaign, I'm sure my time will come, but when, and against who?

Other: A friend of mine posted this article on my wall the other day, I was going to dissect the article in detail, but the almighty Luke Kaiser beat me to it. What follows is his (brutal) response to the piece:

"This article is silly and I hate the person who wrote it.

"The kind of deep reading that a sequence of printed pages promotes is valuable not just for the knowledge we acquire from the author’s words but for the intellectual vibrations those... words set off within our own minds."

Reading off of a printed page is the same as reading off of a backlit monitor. The only difference is that one machine is associated with quick and efficient organization of source material and the other has to be checked out at a library. All the Internet does is etch in us a desire to do things as efficiently as we have become accustomed to do them, but he's willfully ignoring a lot of the implications of his points.

Let's say that you want to find a quote in a book you read. You're writing an essay and you want it for support, and you only remember a paraphrased version of it or perhaps a few words. Would ANYONE ON THIS EARTH rather look through the entire book instead of just finding a digital copy and hitting CTRL+F? No. The internet is to information what aircraft are to travel; anyone who understands that taking a covered wagon to New York in the year 2010 is a stupid idea will also understand that there are better, faster avenues through which to seek information. This does NOT mean, however, that we must necessarily be intolerant of the "work" entailed in deep reading. Anyone who's going to contribute anything to the world will want to form their own opinions, and you don't do that by googling "opinions." You do it by reading things for yourself. The difference now is that one can find a book in 10 seconds instead of after an hour of scouring dusty library shelves.

Nicholas Carr is obviously easily swayed and is demonstrably a poor thinker, having composed an argument out of swiss cheese; the ridiculous holes are a problem, sure, but his entire argument melts under the gaze of even a marginally accomplished student. If anything, the incredible bounty of information that search engines provide will enhance the intelligence of those who will actually produce value; their production is now solely a function of their potential and can no longer be limited by a lack of intellectual resources.

TL;DR I'm sorry you're afraid of the internet, Nicholas Carr, but please just get yourself diagnosed with ADD and stop blaming your distraction on anything but your shriveled husk of a brain."

I thought you'd all enjoy that.

I did.

Also, this looks pretty good: