I'm gonna miss George Ryan. He makes being a governor look fun and rewarding. Blogojevich looks entertaining enough. They should make a reality TV show out of the IL governorship. We need a hook to beat Joe Millionaire. Any ideas?

soundtrack to seattle and the dc protests, and a rally cry for anarachists : Matt you gotta check out Against Me! It's a 2-piece angry punk package that delivers marxist musings and punchy one-liners. they're fun to listen to in your car, because they make you want to drive fast and reckless.

Did I create a new way to spell fabulous? I don't remember that. I'll be collecting interest on that 12 cents until the payment is in my hands.

"Everybody's beavin, everybody's groovin yeah." Isn't that a B-52's song lyric? It think it is from "Love shack."

Mike, thanks for downloading those two bands Mclusky and The Street and turning me on to them. They both are rockin' my car stereo now that I have my new CD burner installed. I'm downloading English punk bands only. If it's not from "Mad"chester, I'm not listening. The sad part is, I can't find a single James song besides "Laid (acoustic)". I really want to hear their last live album.

You have to hear Hefner - the hymn for the cigarettes.

Beavin now that's a good word too. Matt can you break that one down for us?

Thank you matt

Ok, I called M-W and had them correct the usage.

I can't think of any nice things I have done for Mike, so topping them shouldn't be difficult.

Matt, i'm glad you like my made up word. I don't agree with Mirriam-Webster that it's use is verbal. I used it as an adjective to describe the type of day you should have. Merriam and I should have a chat.

I like the word beavery.

From Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary:
Main Entry: 1bea·ver·y
Pronunciation: 'bE-v&r-E
Function: adjective
Inflected Form(s): beaverliciously
Etymology: Middle English bever, from Old English beofor; akin to Old High German bibar beaver, and probably to Old English brun brown -- more at BROWN
Date: after 21st century, when Monica Maher made it up
1 a : to be friendly and affable like the North American brown beaver b : to engage excitedly in any activity
2 a : a hat made of beaver fur or a fabric imitation b : SILK HAT
3 usually vulgar : the pudenda of a woman

what's gotten into ME? well let's see: i just woke up in a really good refreshed mood this morning. . Mike I have done all kinds of nice things for you in the past. I am not really sure how to top them...... But i will come up with something! Have a pleasant beavery evening.

There's this older guy at work who's a born again Christian, and I've been trying to convince him that he "dilikes" some people. He says he loves everybody, even Jose who tells his to "shut the fuck up" all the time. He's content to call Jose a jack-off, but still insists that he loves him.

He was talking to Kenny last night about how there's no difference between two men sleeping together and an unwed man and a women sleeping together, because they are both sins in God's eye. I was walking by and I said, "That's why I don't fuck."

He get really upset when I use the Lord's name in vain, but let's it slide why I say, "son of a whore-mongering slut."

He's an interesting man, but he's not very bright. He once got syphlis from a whore in Korea.

I wished him a thanksgiving, and he told me he was thankful that he lived in the only country where we are free to practice our own religion.

I wished him a Merry Christmas, and he said we should all be thankful because we are part of the privilaged one percent of the world that lives in comfort and happiness.

He's kind of like my father figure at work.

Let's move on. Another story about work. I was talking to my friend Eladio the other day and I was complimenting his belt, telling him how much I really liked it. It had metal studs of stars and diamonds on it, and it looked really keen. His Mom sent it to him from Guatamala. Anyway, he took off the belt and told me I could have it. Now that I think about it, that's probably the nicest thing he has done for me. I would like all the beavers to think back at all the nice things they have done for me in the past, and then figure out what they could do to top all the nice things.

Lately I've become obsessed with Justin Timberlake and Jennifer Lopez. I hope they get married.

I bought some of those "reveal" true-light light bulbs and I put it in my bathroom. Late at night I like to turn off all of my lights execept for the one bathroom, and then crawl into bed and pretend the sun is rising in my bathroom. It's very surreal.

I think Monica found Scientology. It will change your outlook on life.

What's got into her?

Anyway, I've been watching the Berenstein Bears cartoon all morning. I forgot what a complete idiot and drunk Papa Bear was.

Good morning Beavers! Today is a new day, Make something good of it!
And for all of us Beavers who have to work today, Have a good day at work, I know I will.

joan of arc is going on tour, who's whith me?

I'm having a jim muir moment: emo was a horrible rediculous phase that 90's culture should be ashamed of. i mean - criss, talk about a movement that meant nothing, said nothing, and inspired a complete vast of nothingness bands. i know i'm not the first person to say this, but I'd like to think i'm the first person to say it with such frank inarticulesness. did emo do any good for anybody?

Finally, a game about emo. Speaking of emo, Steve's new emo, I mean e-mail address is lostpaperplanereunion@hotmail.com. That is so emo.

shhhhh ! Better be quiet, I think all of the Beavers are SLEEPING.

Don't be alarmed if after a bout of drinking one night you wake up from being drugged, strapped to a chair as I am walking up to you with a pair of lineman's pliers in my hands.

HA HA HA HA HA

Teeth are expensive. One of my back teeth is worth $20,000. It's true.

The tooth ache is no more. $300 dollars later I have a good tooth.

Go Monica. Congratulations on going smoke-free for six days. And seriously, I know toothaches hurt. Just thinking about it...*ow*

Which way to get out of Hell? Follow Bob Hope and Bing Crosby.

It's good to see that Joe's alive.
Matt, go ahead and make fun... a toothache is painful business. I don't even like the codeine. And by the way the road to hell is
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->>>THIS WAY! Exit on your left and watch your step.
Congratulations to ME for not smoking since December 31. Today is day 6. Let's see if I can keep it up.

A bitch hurts a lot less than a toothache. Ouch! I wish I had access to codiene when I have a toothache. Should we start calling you Winona? When she was arrested, they found a pharmacy of painkillers in her handbag. Damn you, Winona, get off the junk! The road to hell is that way.

drugs <---------- Road to Hell --------

Christianity is a sun religion, so interchange Sun and Son, since they refer to the same thing.

"For instance, many of the world's crucified godmen have their traditional birthday on December 25th ("Christmas"). This is because the ancients recognized that (from an earthcentric perspective) the sun makes an annual descent southward until December 21st or 22nd, the winter solstice, when it stops moving southerly for three days and then starts to move northward again. During this time, the ancients declared that "God's sun" had "died" for three days and was "born again" on December 25th."
- The Origins of Christianity and the Quest for the Historical Jesus Christ
by Acharya S

oh yeah Matt her name is Jessica Shoup (with a p)
the red head is Jessica Shoup.

Matt, I'm confused is that "son" or "sun"? HELP I'm so confused. I have spent the last 4 days and nights drugged up on codeine. my tooth had begun to ache a week ago on friday and my dentist was closed til Thursday. I had to wait 6 days before having it looked at. Has anyone ever had a toothache? It hurts like a bitch. So my dentist concluded that I need to have a root canal which can't take place until tuesday. I have to be on antibiotics for 5 days before and so the pain continues. With help from the codeine i am able to control the pain for minimal amounts of time. Can somebody go ahead and make today tuesday so i can be put out of my misery?

Sunday truly is the Lord's day. By the Lord I mean the Sun. Today we worship the Son. The son of God. Which is the Sun. Jesus is a Sun God myth. He never existed. There were dozens of pre-Christian myths about a man born of a virgin birth, who called himself the Light of the World, who performed miracles, was crusified and was resurrected. That is not a new story. Mithra, Horus, Odin, Baal, Prometheus, Krishna, Apollo and other figures all share commonalities with the Christ figure. Christianity is a prison religion, as are Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, and all the rest.

Y Tu Mama Tambien

That is the title of one of the best movies of the year according to Ebert and Roeper. I can't get the title out of my head, mostly because it took me so long to figure out how to pronounce it.
The Y sounds like like an E. Once I understood that, then the rest fell into place. I took me four days.

In my dream this morning, I was sitting on Eric Fliege's bed with him and his dad. There was a baby swimming pool on top of the bed and Fred was sitting with his back against the wall to my right. I was thirsty, so I took my hat, which looks like that hat Hunter S. Thompson always wore, and I immersed it into the water upside down. Water filled up to the brim. I drank it all.

I wanted some more, so I dunked my hat in again for a refill, and as I was pulling it out, I noticed that two hairs from my head had fallen into the water in the hat. No big deal, hair gets everywhere when it is long. The hairs were floating together, one lying across the other.

I not sure of the order of what happens next, and it probably doesn't matter. Two things happen. Fred asks Eric a question inquiring as to why I was drinking. I don't know if he thought it was weird that I was drinking swimming pool water, or that I was drinking out of a hat, or that I was drinking so much, or what. It was a harmless question.
I then felt fatigued. I couldn't hold up the hat to my lips or even hold my body up, and I fell over, legs flailing. I ended up landing on Fred, and then falling onto the floor of Eric's room.

After that I woke up.

You see, I got really drunk last night, and had a lot of fun. Eric and I talked to a couple of girls, and the redhead said Eric was cute. He proceeded to go to the bathroom for 15 minutes after that. I was having a good time anyway. I enjoy Melissa's company. Melissa Clarke and Jessica Shroub (or something like that). They both went to Southeast. Jessica is in our class of '94. Melissa is going to Vietnam in a couple of weeks, Jessica wants to join the Peace Corps, which is funny because Steve Odom HAS joined the Peace Corps, and is shipping out to South America to Bolivia at the end of this month.

But anyway I was really drunk. By the end we made it to the Hilton, lower level (lover level?). I remember staring at this girls lips while she was talking to Laura and imagining myself kissing them. They were right there, only a few inches away. When it was time to go home, as I was saying goodbye, I asked Gary, the professor of Psychology at Lincoln Land if I could have a hug. I don't even like Gary that much, I guess I just needed a hug.

My point is, that when I was dreaming, my body knew I was Goddamn thirsty from being dehydrated, and incorporated that into the dream. The falling down part could have something to do with the fact that i was tired, half-in and half-out of deep sleep.

Now I am drinking this Satanic combination of prune juice, orange juice, and water for breakfast. It is actually pretty good.

Mike, Joe wants to hang out with you the next time you are in town. He says he likes the blog. Maybe Joe or Laura will post something soon.

Happy dreams everybody.