If I Were Commish

In my never ending quest for fame and glory, I have taken up a new project. Let’s see if I keep up with it.

http://twitter.com/IfIWereCommish

Now maybe I will have incentive to update more than once a fortnight!

It’s been a while since I arbitrarily updated the look of this blog. I finished with midterms today, so I figured I deserved a little treat.

Recently, I have wanted to embrace the minimalism of blogging. At some point, blogrolls, RSS links, Tweets, and ever-expanding archives can take their toll on a mind already overloaded with information and stimuli. So, now I have none of these things. It is somewhat liberating.

Anyhow, thanks goes to jamesyps and the Blue Basic WordPress theme from which this design was derived. I guarantee you that the coding behind this Web site will not pass ANY sort of validation, but come on – in this day and age we have browsers to make up for our shortcomings. Also, the nifty icons at the top of this page come from Komodo Media. I have neither the time nor the ability to make anything look that sleek in 256 (16×16) pixels.

I’m sure lots of things still need to be fiddled with, but I am happy enough with what we have to call it a night.

(And to think – lots of my journalism major friends get to do this all the time for class! But they have to use Macs. Poor souls.)

I'm going to turn in my research paper with white text on a light background image. How does that make YOU feel?

So, my Developing Nations professor plays guitar in a band. Weird.
(Shattered Symphony via Myspace Music)

A History of Ireland in Song

So, I’m currently procrastinating and not writing my final paper for my Irish politics class, and I think I have found an exquisite distraction: A History of Ireland in Song.

"Tase him again, bro."

Yeah, I know I don’t usually post images with my musings. But darn it, this one is just too good. My beloved school has gained national notoriety this week, except this time it doesn’t involve large black men wearing orange and blue.

Nope, we’re notorious for using tasers on people who resist arrest – violently – at political speeches. For those of you who haven’t seen the video I’ve seen, here it is .

Oh crap. You know what this means now, right?

That’s right: I have to live with a bunch of ill-informed, blind hippie children fighting back against the system for a few weeks. The mere fact that the university police used this nondeadly force on a student, never mind the fact that he was using profanity during the speech and refused to be forcibly removed by running and elbowing officers, has the stupid half of this campus up in arms. I’m not saying it’s like a modern day Kent State or anything, but I just know that I’ll have to be refusing new flyers and rally information outside of Turlington Hall for a good while now. And that irks me.

Listen, I’m all for disliking the police (link and link). But I respect them. And if they tell me to do something, I do it. And so should everyone else. End of story.

I kind of want to get a taser in case I ever meet this stupid sack of crap. And tell all of your long-haired, Alligator-reading, Krishna-eating, uniformly biased friends to look out, too.

Edit September 20 8:00PM: Does this count as my being published? Probably not, but I’m going to pretend it does. I would like to thank the Academy…

Knobby Knees

Sort of like the white Tom Willis, this is my token post because it’s been about a week; I reinstalled Windows last weekend, so I had to reinstall all my programs and haven’t had much spare time.

You know what’s really amazing? Doorknobs. I was thinking the other day about how cool they are. Think about it: you turn a knob and, somehow, through a complex and interconnected series of gears and metal mechanisms, a little piece of metal moves so we can open the door. As if that were enough, you can lock the door. Just a flick of the wrist and you’re protected against intrusion. Which, incidentally, brings me to hinges. What genius figured that if you put two pieces of metal together you can move a giant slab of wood? Whoever he was, God bless him.

I just typed 102 words about the wonders of doors. Perhaps this is why I haven’t been posting much… When something worthwhile happens I should be sure to post it.

Bedtime reading.

-Casey

Jeopardy!

I’ll take Narcoleptic Game Show Hosts for 1000.