Morgoth Bauglir: A day in the life of a Dark Lord

WWCD? (What Would Cthulhu Do?) No, for the last time, I'm not a cultist!

Friday, November 14, 2003

It has happened!

Well, it's my birthday, and damn does it feel good. Tonight, I'm going out with a bunch of my friends, and we are going to put a serious dent in the alcohol supplies of Spokane. Should be a roaring good time, say I! In other news, I recently started Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson, and I must say that I find it most enjoyable. It deals with the conflict between Sir Isaac Newton and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz over the invention of Calculus. My only question concerns Enoch Root, who also appeared in Cryptonomicon. How does this guy survive over 300 years? Is he immortal? I think it adds an interesting element to the whole thing. I believe that just about covers things on this end.
Update!
Well, I have just returned from the so-called "21-run" and must say that it was quite enjoyable. First of all, it was a triumvirate 21 run, in that there were three of us who turned 21 on the same night (Butcher, Paul, and myself). Second, we had a good group of people around us (Brandt, Molson, Gwen, Allison, Greg, Dweezy, Hickock, Brit, Jordan, Tobias, Alejandro, Sarah A., Sarah B., Anna, Logan, Aaron, Annie, and Rita). We began the evening at O'Daugherty's Irish Pub, a mighty fine establishment where we had a good meal and a few drinks. As a part of tradition, Paul, Butch and I sang on the bar. Initially, I had hoped to sing "The Bruce's Philosopher Song," but it was ruled that we would all sing together, and so we thus settled for the lowest common denominator ("I'm a little Tea-Pot"). All I can say is, it was Butcher's idea. While at O'Daugherty's, I had a Guinness, a Scotch, and a shot of Jager. Let this be a message to all: Jager is damned nasty stuff. After all the under-21 folks had left to go their sundry ways, we moved on to Fast Eddie's, a place that is perhaps one of the most overrated, undercleaned places I have had the misfortune of visiting. One generally goes to Fast Eddie's for one reason, and one reason only, that being to spin the wheel. I only got five bucks there, though, so it basically amounted to a rum and coke. From there, we hopped across the street to the Globe, a classy establishment. However, one of the guys with us was a Mexican exchange student, and they wouldn't accept his international student ID as valid, so we decided to just leave and head on to the Blue Spark. First, it must be noted that it took some time to get parked. We elected to park in this pay lot, and hope that nobody came around to check. However, there was a line outside the bar, so we had to wait to get in. Upon getting in, I ordered a McTarnahan's Black Watch (the Scottish answer to Guinness), a Vodka drink, and an Apple Jack. After that, we went back home. Thus it is that here I sit in a slightly inebriated state writing about the events of the evening. Make of them what you will, but I'm going to bed now.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Ia! Ia Cthulhu F'taghn!

This being the week of my birthday, I decided it was time to go to Barnes & Noble in order to purchase some books. I ended up getting the first volume of Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, Quicksilver and H.P. Lovecraft's Beyond the Mountains of Madness. While there, I ran into my favorite bookseller. During conversation, she intimated that she appreciated Aaron and my patronage, and I have to say that she's a hell of a lot more fun than many of the other people who work there. Perhaps this is laying it on a bit thick, but I think I can say without reservation that if everybody who worked in bookstores were even half as clever, witty, and fun as she is, the world would be a much happier place.

Monday, November 10, 2003

Damned Insomnia

I can't sleep. It's not helping that some weirdo with a speak-and-spell keeps trying to prank call the room. Now, don't get me wrong, I think prank calls are hilarious, but NOT when you're trying to sleep. It's a pain in the ass. All I can say is, whoever you are, get the fuck off my phone line and go do something more productive, like jack off. You might see some action that way, even if it is just your hand. Now, make like a tree and get the fuck out of here! Pardon my profanity. I'm tired, I"m cranky, and in no mood to be trifled with. Especially if the triflers are idiots.

Sunday, November 09, 2003

Welcome to the real world

Saw Matrix: Revolutions the other night. Without spoiling it for anybody, I think I can say that I found it entertaining, but somewhat unsatisfying in both the narrative and philosophical senses. I'm going to go see it again tonight, so maybe I'll pick up on some new stuff. We'll see.

In other news, I've begun my next public speaking presentation, and it's beginning to take shape. I'm basically giving a persuasive speech about persuasive speeches. Should be interesting. Maybe I'll be able to do more than confuse people. At any rate, it's been a mostly uneventful week for me. Went over to the Nerdery and played Renegade with Dweezy, Brandt, and Tim on Friday night. Last night was laundry night, so now I'm wearing boxers fresh out of the dryer. In all honesty, I believe that there are few sensations that can compare with the feeling of warm fabric against my loins. I'm guessing that was probably more information than many of you wanted to hear, but it's the gods' truth.