The War of the Goons
Posted on August 18, 2008 in Erectile dysfunction
Apparently, the demonstrations aim run on. The confrontations yearning escalate. Together with before strong there lust be following Shakhouri to mourn. Here's how police respond to humans wearing T-shirts together with holding papers amidst their regales:
A LETTER FROM MOM
Posted on August 18, 2008 in Erectile dysfunction drugs
Dear son, I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most car accidents happen within twenty miles from home, so we moved. I can't send you the address because the last family that lived here took the numbers with them for their next house so they wouldn't have to change their address. This place has a washing machine, but the first day I purtfour shirts in it, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since. It rained here only twice last week, three days the first time and four the second. We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said that if we didn't make the last payment on grandma's funeral, up she comes. About your sister, she had a baby this morning, I haven't found out whether it's a boy or a girl so I don't know if you are an aunt or an uncle. Your uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days. Aunt Mabel in knitting you some socks. She would have sent them by now, but I told her you had grown another foot since she last saw you, so she had to knit another one. Not much more news this time. Nothing much has happened. Love, Mom
Melbourne Flight Booked
Posted on July 11, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
I've finally done it. I've booked a one-way flight to *sunny* Melbourne for the 28th of Feb. Oh, the excitement. It's like first year uni all over again. Now to make some new friends and, of course, enemies... Question: Does this mean I have to dye all my white shirts pink to blend in as a Melbournian? Or do I just go for a shop down Chapel Street?
Loonies at Uni
Posted on July 09, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
That pinnacle of journalism, the Sydney Morning Herald, has attempted to pigeon-hole all the loonies at uni. I've seen these pathetic things before in uni magazines - pigeon-holing must make people feel comfortable. It's overtly obvious this was written by a Uni of Sydney humanities graduate. But where does a loony like me fit in? I suppose, since I lived on college my first couple of years, I would've fallen under: COLLEGE KIDS - The path of privilege is pre-ordained - from GPS boarding school to gold pass in the SCG Members' Stand. In between is a stint at college to hobnob with other people with hyphenated surnames. Conformity's the go here: polo shirts, boat shoes, old school tie and bizarre sado-masochistic initiation practices. Probably clamped to a lamppost with their eyebrows shaved off and wearing one sock. Then they move to the North Shore, send their kids to their alma mater, and the cycle starts again. Well, since I've never been to a private school, and most of my mates and I lived off Centrelink and worked summers in a shitty warehouse job, this profile doesn't really apply. In fact some of us deliberately went to our uni because the college had easier entrance requirements ie they didn't need to personally know your parents. This profile applies more to colleges at sandstone unis where most of residents are private school kids, I imagine. But by all means, keep the stereotypes flourishing. Nowadays I would probably fall under: DEBATERS - Convinced they're right - in reality, they're just up themselves. Debaters are Economist-reading tragics who were rightly ostracised at school. Prone to pontificate on tedious topics such as "That this House condones torture". Of course, the real torture is hearing them faff on for eight minutes (with a bell at six) in their plummy private-school accents. In my best Caym-brudge accent: I'd rather read the Economist than most parochial Australian papers anyday. And I'm not convinced I'm right, I know I'm right. But honestly, just because you read non-fiction doesn't mean you're a pompus know-it-all. Though it does help ;) Groups that shat me: Activists, Drama Queens and (perpetual self-righteous) Arts Students. Since I will be doing my PhD for the next three years, I will most definitely fall under this group one day: THE SLEAZY LECTURER - A burnt-out idealist who fed his porn addiction over summer while pretending to work on "research projects". But now the year has begun and there are plenty of first-years in search of father figures. Watch the lecturer's eyes flicker, scoping potential targets. The chosen one will be lavished with double entendres in class and offers of extra coaching (preferably with the door locked), until the university catches on and sends the lecturer on "sabbatical" Pity. I chose the wrong research area. There's not too many girls in my field - unless I go to Uni of Melbourne...
Children's Book Week Signing
Posted on June 01, 2008 in Ed pump
I'll be spending next week, Children's Book Week, visiting elementary schools in Northeast ISD here in San Antonio. On Thursday night, Nov. 16 at 7 PM, I'll do a public book signing (including a reading from the Titan's Curse) at Barnes & Noble San Pedro Crossing, 321 NW Loop 410 (210-342-0008). Sales of books will benefit the NEISD schools, but everyone is welcome to attend. Blue candy and Camp Half-Blood T-shirts will be given away. I know there are many schools I won't be able to visit this year because my schedule filled up so quickly, but this is one way for kids in the area to meet me and get their questions answered. Come on out and join the fun! viagra generic viagra online cheap cialis cialis