You know Mr. Natale, that wasn't right throwing out that black leather chair of Matt's, because that was one hell of a comfortable chair; even if it stank like piss and body odor. Buying a new chair for Matt Natale is only supporting the consumer culture prevalent in America.

I saw Andy Powell out at Brewhaus tonight. He's a big Cardinal fan, God bless his soul. It turns out he voted for Nader in 2000. It's ironic that I voted for Gore and now I am more active in the Green Party than three of my friends whom all voted for Ralph Nader. I suppose it is liberal guilt.

Allison and Megan [sic] were also out at the bar tonight. Allison walked by twice going to the women's restroom with a fierce zombiefied forward stare. She would not look at anybody. Even Andy said she was spaced out tonight. She was with her boyfriend; maybe that had something to do with it. She had a four year old daughter now. Time flies.

I was also talking to Mike Reefler tonight about how he trained out at Southeast High School recently while getting his teaching cerificate. He said going back from a teacher's perspective was a bit strange. We chatted also about the 10 year high school reunion that is coming up in 2004. We wondered who would organize that. Would it be the class president, Tony Thrasher? I would volunteer.

This is why people move an hour out of the way - say, to Bloomington, Illinois: so they don't have to see people they knew from high school in bars. Apparently, Mr. Lawson is still the guidance couselor. He is one of the few faculty remaining that the class of '94 would still recognize. Times have changed (I can't believe I just wrote that. What am I? An old man already? I did just buy Tom Brokaw's The Greatest Generation at a garage sale today for a buck.).

In order for this to be a serious article, I have to say two phrases: America (which I already mentioned) and, "In this post-September 11th climate...

There. Now I am a real journalist. Good night.

I'm still laughing out loud at these subversive posters.

I hope you all read my other blog once in a while, Human Animal. I post stuff on my personal blog so not bore those who read the Beave with excessive rants. But every so often I put up a zinger. Swim on over and give it a sniff.

No Fun

No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to be around
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well maybe go out maybe stay home
maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well come on, well come on,
well come on..........

Written by: The Stooges, Recorded: 1969, Released: 1969, Album: The Stooges.

And fuck the corporate media, too.

The Internet is only as filthy as the person using it. Maybe we should get Mike some filtering software.

My dreams lately have taken the form of a network newscast or LIVE reporting. It's like I am watching or participating in events from my day on the evening news.

At the Involvement Expo this afternoon, most student organizations were baking in the hot sun; except the College Republicans, who had there own tent. Sort of fitting that the Campus Greens and the various minority student groups sweated and shielded our eyes while the right wingers kept in the cool shade.

Hey Joe, are you gonna vote for Joe Lanter for County Board? What is your opinion concerning the voting population of our district? Is it mostly Republican? Would the Democrats be willing to vote for a Green if their is no Democratic candidate?

I'm watching The Graduate tonight on my first night of free cable. I kinda feel like dustin "The Graduate" hoffman right now, seeing as how in a couple of months, I too, will be graduating from college. Unlike "The Graduate", however, I've never been seduced my any of my parent's friends (though I've come close), nor I have I took any of my parent's friend's daughters to a strip club. But that doesn't mean I never will... nor does it mean that I ever will. The comparisons between myself and The Graduate are the following: I don't want to get a job or go to grad school, I'm actually closer to thirty then I am twenty, and, I would also like to move on to bigger and better things - like becoming Rain Man.

Reading this blog and its archives is like watching Momento.

If you haven't seen Momento... go watch Momento.

True....

I'd send you some links Matt, but I don't want to feel dirty. Sorry, don't know what else to say - except that I feel dirty right now just thinking about it.

I was up late last night having an "internet party" with Scott and Kevin. To take our minds off the fact that we were three guys all sitting around is a small room watching a computer screen, we downloaded the most sick and disgusting things we could think, which culminated with a Chinese chick repeatedly sticking half her arm down her throat and puking in a bowl for a minute and a half, and then taking a big gulp out of the bowl.

Scott and Kevin had to leave the room, and I heard some dry hacking, but I don't think either of them started blowing chunder. I also learned what is meant by "nerf herder" last night. (Just use your imagination... it's pretty simple really.)

Anyway, my point is that the internet is a filthy place.

Today is a big day in our apartment building because my neighbors are getting cable, and that means I' m getting cable too (one way or another.) Scott and I are going to slip his wife some sleeping pills around nine tonight, and then wer'e going to have an "ESPN PARTY."

It's been about 2 years since I've had cable, or had acess to a television on a regular basis, which means I've got almost years of catching up to do. I am going to need some help from my fellow beavers on what to watch. Please send me a list of your favorite shows, and what time they're on so that I can begin my viewing.

When I first moved to Bloomington I was pretty idealistic on how I would live. The only entertainment I brought with me were books, CD's and my word processor. I chose not have a phone, not to watch TV, nor have acess to the internet. I don't think I had a place to sit either, so what I had in mind was laying around on the floor, reading Gore Vidal and listening to Fugazi. I thought that type of lifestyle would help me to personify a state of character so high that anyone who knew my when I was 8 would never recognize me. Unfortunately I didn't spend too much time reading Vidal, but I did spend a lot time sitting in the bath drinking beer, with my ear to the wall spying on my neighbors.


Anyway, where is this story going? Nowhere. The point is I'm having an ESPN PARTY. That's tangible. That means something. ESPN is a 24 hour sports network. They take all the boring parts out of sports, and show all the good stuff. That reminds me: for every 3 hour baseball game, the ball in only actually in play for a few minutes - five at the most. Upon hearing that I thought people must be right when they say baseball is boring, and nothing ever happens. But then I thought again (which I often do) and wondered if baseball would be anymore interesting if someone hit a pop up and the ball stayed in the air for 13 minutes, or if it didn't take a split second for the ball to leave the pictures hand and then end up in the cathers mit. What if it took five seconds for the ball to get to the plate? What would people think of baseball then? I tell you what then... but I'll tell you what when later. Later.

Send me your links, folks. I'll put any links you request up.
I will rock your face.

I want to thank everyone who contributes to The Wily Beaver. This weblodge was built, through hard work (and a flat tail), as a place where anyone, from any species, can show their ignorance. I applaud everyone who has made the effort.

Mr. Natale, it turns out that you are in the [bleeding] heart of district 22. Actually you are about left of center. Hey, I made a pun. Anyway, I live on the very western edge of the district, on 6th street. It reaches as far south as Outer Park Drive, north to Lawrence Ave., and east to MacArthur. I have lived in this area of central Springfield most of my life; This is my community, my people. It would be a diservice to them if I did not help Joe Lanter get elected to the County Board in my community.
We need your help to defeat the "evil" Republican Tim Moore. Thank you for your support.

Mr. Mann, you call yourself a journalist. Well, Bloomington has a wily and prosperous Independent Media Center. Why don't you get involved in that? The conservitive media has suppressed any sort of liberal or progressive ideas for long enough. At the very least, please pick me up a few issues of the newsprint.

I listen to radio constantly at work - sometime for 14 hours at a time. I'm personally sick and tired of having to listen to the problems Eminem has with his Mom. It's like listening to the Jerry Springer show.

Back in the day there was a little punk named Frank Sinatra. Like Eminem, Frankie liked to shoot his mouth off too; he called life like he saw it. He was conceited, a little obnoxious, and - like Eminem - talented. But nobody had to listen to Sinatra bitch ALL the time about his Mom and his ex-girfriend.

How many more millions of dollars can this jerk (EMINEM) get writing songs about how much he hates his mom?

I was not around when Sinatra was considered to be as prominent as Eminem is now. And I'll probably never see the day when someone with as much class, talent, and character as Sinatra become a national icon. I know Sinatra could be a conceited dickhead, but at least he could play the part.

The one thing I always admired about the Timmys was the intricate and stimulating play of their mysterious and spirited bass player "Matt Woo." If it were not for Woo I don't think Springfield's legendary Timmys would amout to anything more then your average run of the mill punk bands. Even though I've never seen this young man play live - nor do I one any of their CDs - I still illegally download their music from file sharing sites, and I have to admit, I often become mesomorized by Woo's raucous and wily approach to playing the bass. Sometime I go to the Timmys website, and put the download the pic of Woo throwing his leg kick into the air; and I listen to some of Woo's legendary performances with that pose set as my background picture.

However, It's easy to forget the Rock Stars are real people too, and this Woo character might actually be just a smelly little creep that used to break his older brother's Star Wars toys.

I swore that when I was nine and I found my Luke Skywalker in the tattoine outfit missing an arm that I would never forgive or forget - and I have not. Mr. Woo - if you're out there -you owe me a Luke Skywalker character... doll.

Sorry I have not contributed to the Wily site as of late; I'd like to explain: I joined the Libertarian Party last week, and it is customery to put yourself into a self-induced coma in an attempt to forget about "issues." Luckily I broke the stranglehold of the Libertarian Party upon seeing the infamous G. Dub / Mt Rushmore pic, and I realized that my loyalty lay (lie?) with the liberals.

I've been on a media blackout as of late, but I saw today that British and American planes have been dropping bombs on the Iraq's again. "Give War a Chance" proponants say that if we don't attack Iraq now, we will pay a huge price later - as if Iraq is going to declare War on and attack the United States. I don't know about you, but if I were Hussein, and if I was a complete Lunatic / deranged moron, I still would not attempt an attack against the United States. It's like Matt Woo challenging Mike Tyson to a back ally fight

I think that if Saddam actually did develop weapon of mass destruction. he would use it on those dasterdly Kurds first and foremost. The Kurds and the Kuwait's are like our very own presonal guinne pigs.