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speaking of my fishing trip, i was watching tv in the hotel room late saturday nightg when i saw live coverage of the ashland, va sniper attack, and i started to realize just how much fucked up stuff has happened in recent years.

recent being 10 or so, i suppose – this isn’t really chronological or anything, it’s just a list. i’m really just kind of shooting from the hip.

OJ’s murder trial, the unabomber, david koresh and the branch davidians, princess di, clinton’s pecker, the oklahoma city bombing, the mailbox bomber, columbine (and other random school shootings,) the south side rapist (at least in the st. louis neck of the woods,) september 11th (most obviously)…

…and now we’ve got all this bullshit about the sniper. random killings, no pattern, no commonalities between victim, absolutely nothing. isn’t that fucked up? we don’t even know what to be looking for in a suspect. it could be some whacked out 19 year old kid who’s pissed at the world, or it could be some 38 year old ex-militant who snapped.

it’s just a big game for this guy. every time the cops or the media say something, he just changes his pattern to fuck with us. the cops say that schools are safe and he shoots a middle school. the news starts talking about how he stays within 60 miles of dc and doesn’t strike on weekends, and he shoots up a ponderosa 90 miles south of cd on a saturday night.

sick fucker. maybe we just need to start talking about how he’s not suicidal and he won’t ever take a long walk off a short bridge. tool.

and now he’s leaving notes and shit… “i am god” and demands for millions of dollars.

part of me hopes that when they find him, some cop sneaks up behind, puts the barrel of a glock right up to his brainstem and blows him into next tuesday. another part of me hopes that we catch him so that we can figure out how and why he’s doing this and how we caught him. another part of me hopes that we just fucking kill him right on the scene so that he doesn’t go through our legal system and we don’t wind up paying tons of tax money to put this psycho through the courts and have him plead insanity.

yet another part of me hopes that he slips on a pencil and smashes his head on a fire hydrant.

i had to turn off cnn in the hotel room – if i heard the weasel news anchor say “modus apperandi” one more time i was going to be sick.

so, i went fishing with my dad this weekend @ lake of the ozarks. here’s the play-by-play, along with my post-weekend observations.

day 1: we left late in the morning, about 9:00, and grabbed breakfast on the way out. traffic was HORRENDOUS. what should have taken us less than three three hours took us almost five after everything was said and done. we checked in at the resort, loaded up in the boat, and headed out. needless to say, it started raining almost immediately, so we sat in the boat till sundown fishing. i caught 14 fish (2 bluegill, 3 bass, 9 crappie – no keepers.) dad caught ~20, 3 keepers. we brought it back in about 6:00 and went for dinner. first place we stopped at was this place called dominicos, which is apparently the ozark equivilant of, say, cunnetos. they had an all you can eat prime rib special, so it sounded like the place i wanted to eat at. we walked in only to find out it was a 45 minute wait and 22 bucks a head – fuck that. so we went to some mexican dive joint down the block for a fraction of the price. i had tacos with jalapenos – not what i expected, because the jalapenos were fresh cut and not pickled – so it tasted like i was eating tacos covered in little napalm chunks.

day 2: dad woke up and started fishing at 5:30, i slept till about 10:00 and watched tv – for whatever reason, they had 6 episodes of mash on in a row. dad came in and said that the fishing sucked (it was too windy) and we went to lunch. we went to the salty dog, which is one of the better places to eat in the ozarks, and it’s a nice atmosphere to boot. i had a burger and played some pull tabs (and won $5). then we went and hit up the ten cent skeeball booth on the way back to the cabin. we had a nice little skeeball tournament going on. we went back and forth, i was 3 games up, 2 games down, tied, 1 game up, tied, blah blah. ultimately, i lost by 1 game (310-250), but i used my tickets to buy some neat novelty giant dice and a chinese finger trap. went fishing for a while (i caught 2 bass, 2 bluegill, 2 crappie,) and went to dinner. dinner was going to be at pasta house, but we didn’t feel like waiting the 40 minute wait, and so went to salty dog for the second time in one day.

day 3: i woke up about 9, sat in our hotel room’s jacuzzi for a while, packed up my stuff, and checked out. oh, i also had to dispose of a dead chipmunk that a cat left on our neighbors doorstep. he was cute, it made me sad that the stupid cat killed it. time for round 2 of skeeball. we played 15 games each. i started out pretty rough and dad started with 250s. by the end, dad was pulling 150s and i was pulling 280s. i also pulled my all-time record of 310. i gave our 65 prize tickets to some little girl who wasn’t strong enough to roll the ball all the way up to the holes. we left and headed for home.

fishing is the closest i could ever come to hunting. i couldn’t hunt. hell, i feel bad killing bugs sometimes.

don’t get me wrong, i’ve never considered myself an animal activist, but i just find something wrong with the way the whole thing works.

anyhow, i dig catching fish. it’s fun. but i don’t like keeping them. little fish are cool because i throw them back, but catching big fish sucks. you catch them, and then throw them in a cooler full of ice. it’s not so bad up to this point. anyway, you throw the fish into the cooler and it flops around in the ice and it flops around and bangs into the cooler sides until it’s frozen alive in the ice.

just seems a little barbaric, i suppose. at least in hunting when you clean your catch, it’s already dead.

anyhow, on a more upbeat note, i’m thinking about getting a fish tank. i don’t know what size tank, or what kind of fish, or any of that crap, but i think it would be cool (especially since my parents aren’t willing to let me have rats.) if you have any suggestions or ideas, i’m willing to entertain them – i’m looking for fish that are at least a little asthetically pleasing.

oh yeah! speaking of rats! laura’s rat lil’ sneezer had babies… they really are cute as hell. they’re about 6 weeks old right now, and they’re getting YOUGE. they’re smart as hell, too… there’s eight of them (there were nine, but one died during birth), and they’re all named but one.

one more thing. peacock – you get your package yet?

anyhow, yeah, i think that’s enough for one sitting.
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so, i’ve once again started to neglect my updates. which is a bummer, because i initially had planned on posting something every day.

but i’m determined now, so hopefully i’ll keep up with it

a la escuela
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i’ve been ROCKING my tests lately. out of all my bullshit tests and assignments, i’ve scored a 94 (on ops management, no less – ill pass that bastard this time!), two 82’s, a 100% on my marketing case study, and 10 out of 10 on all my programming shite. the only thing that has me tripping right now is that in my marketing class, i’ve missed 70 poins right off the bat quizzes and assignments that happened while i was in kansas city. 70 points doesnt sound like a lot, but it’s 10% of the semester. so i need to keep up on that shit or it’s going to get real ugly, real quick.

oh, and the emails for my english class. haven’t been keeping up with that, either. but thats another story. hopefully i’ll be able to catch up on that tonight or tomorrow.

i still don’t know whats up with me and school lately. i just cant get moticated, and i have no idea what i want to do with my life anymore. i’m almost thinking about hitting up culinary school or bartender college. but i just really don’t want to go out and get a real job and start a career and all that crap. i know that it’s time, but i just don’t feel ready for it. guess i’m going to have to milk this ‘full time student’ thing for all it’s worth.

i’ll deal with it later – seems to be my motto lately.

on another random note, i took my shitty old electric guitar back last week. i borrowed it from colin, and he gave it to me when he moved to webster groves. anyhow, i let laura borrow it when she started getting interested in playing, and she has had it ever since. she’s got a martin now, so i took it back.

anyway, i’m sanding the paint off and ripped the electronics out, and i’m going to install some new pickups and shit, give it a paint job, all that stuff. hopefully i can take a guitar worth less than $20 and turn it into something cool… i hope so, at least, because i really like playing it. it’s got fast neck that’s real easy to play, and it’d be cool as shit if it actually worked when plugged in.

that’s it from me for now. i’m being kicked out of the lab by the MIS nazi once again.