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cody.log - Winter '02
 
"JAJA, UPYACHKA! UG NE PROIDET, BLYA!" -- (put your comment here)
 
My Only Friend, the End No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.18, 07:58:00 pm
 
Well, it's been a good run, but I'm retiring this blog for another year. My lack of updates over the past few days would resemble my lack of updates during the school year, if I extended it.
 
With regards to winter break: some 'thank you's, because I don't use that term enough in real life:
  • Thanks to Josh, for still being my friend after six years.
  • Thanks to Angie, for still being my friend for several months.
  • Thanks to the Changs, for taking me to Black Hawk Down, everyone in Berkeley envies me for having seen it.
  • Thanks to Burns, for being a little bitch, and sponsoring much alcohol.
  • Thanks to Lulu, for stringing me along in that whole I-might-actually-go-to-Berkeley thing.
  • Thanks to my folks, for putting me up, and letting me drive the car.
  • Thanks to you, for reading this dribble.
 
I'll leave you with something John Ashcroft said to me in a dream:
 
Osamu bin Laden is a polyp in the colon of this great nation.
 
The Two Most Important Parts No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.15, 04:44:00 am
 
Camo boxers are great, because if I ever roll out of bed and find myself in a jungle during a war, I won't get shot in the ass or nuts.
 
This One Time, at Band Camp No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.15, 03:38:00 am
 
I spent most of yesterday writing a perl script to crawl the internet, searching for pornography. The project is pretty much a success. Anyway, one of the movies it turned up is of a girl with a flute.
 
That's pretty much the most interesting thing that's happened all day. Oh, also, a quote of mine is on InPassing.org, it's received 24 comments already.
 
No, I do not have a life outside computers.
 
Ransomless No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.14, 06:14:00 am
 
Angie didn't show up under the pier at 3 AM, in fact, no one was under the pier at 3 AM. She probably doesn't care, but her phone card is burried uner life-gaurd tower 19 in Huntington Beach. Maybe Skimmer2 will make me $10,000, instead (thanks for the impetus, Paul).
 
Aw, crap No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.13, 10:15:00 pm
 
Guest author: Angie Chang
 
When Cody Smith woke up this morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. He was lying on his back as hard as armor plate, and when he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes.
 
You can guess the rest.
 
...Or the Card Gets It! No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.13, 02:55:00 am
 
I'm holding Angie's phone card at ransom. Angie, if you want it back, meet me underneath the Huntington Beach pier. Bring a suitcase with $10,000 in unmarked, non-consecutive singles. I'll be wearing a "Berkeley" sweatshirt, and no shoes. No cops.
 
Once I receive the money, I will contact you with the whereabouts of the card. Don't try any funny stuff, or my accomplace will call his grandparents in South Africa, at a rate of $.27/minute, on your phone card.
 
And just to prove we do have the phone card, here's a handsome picture of myself with the card:
 
 
You have 24 hours. And to let you know that we're serious, you have 12 hours. I'll see you at 3 AM.
 
Cockless Motherfucker No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.12, 11:15:00 pm
 
Brandon, if nothing else, is a master of oxymoronic insults. The example I always use if "cockless motherfucker", however I'm sure you can think of your own. Also, he sucks at GTA2, and is a little bitch, so there.
 
Downhome Crazy No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.11, 04:30:00 am
 
My dentist, as he was filling my cavities, sans anesthesia, told me an interesting story about the Mad Hatter. The term "mad hatter" wasn't invented by Lewis Carroll, it was actually a pretty common term that came from "Mad as a hatter."
 
Why are hatters crazy? Beaverskin preserves well if dipped in mercury, so people that made beaverskin hats would dip them in huge vats of mercury to prolong the life of the hat. This was all long before people thought mercury was poisonous or dangerous, so the hatters would just use their hands, and not bother to avoid the fumes. Of course, being exposed to so much mercury made them fucking nuts.
 
Exposure to metallic mercury or mercury compounds, even in small quantities over a period of time, can cause severe poisoning. Mercury can enter the body by inhalation of vapors or mercury-containing dust, by swallowing (ingestion) or by absorption through the skin. Symptoms of chronic mercury poisoning are weakness, fatigue, inflammation and ulcers in the mouth, bleeding gums, loosened teeth, excessive salivation (spittle), tremors (shaking) and emotional instability. Acute poisoning causes nausea, abdominal pain, vomiting, headaches, diarrhea and, (occasionally) cardiac weakness. (source)
 
Aside from loosened teeth, these are all pretty much symptoms of final exams, too. Likewise, the acute poisoning symptoms sound a lot like being drunk.
 
I'm glad I'm not a hatter, being drunk during finals all the time.
 
Fuck You Guys So Much No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.11, 03:20:00 am
 
Yech, the guest-list had about 25 people on it (RSVP'd) and only about eight ever came by. I feel so unloved.
 
Nonetheless, I had a helluva good time with the people that did stop by--jumping on the trampoline and guzzling booze, sometimes simultaneously.
 
Since I didn't have enough to drink yesterday, I'm going to Elise's party today, dressed in only my finest clothes (camo boxers, "Berkeley" sweatshirt, dress shoes). That's right, I'm trying to impress the ladies.
 
"Try" being the keyword there.
 
Party at My House! No Comments | cody.log / Winter '02
 
2002.01.09, 02:30:00 am
 
In no more than six hours, I'm dropping my parents off at the airport. That's right, they'll be gone for three days. During their absence, my house will be a haven for anyone who enjoys consuming alcohol and jumping on a trampoline.
 
I'm trying to get as many people as possible over on Thursday night. So, if you know me, you're invited, and you can bring as many guests as you want. Just a casual event (no DJs or strippers or pay-per-view), BYOB. I'll be in all day, so you young-types can visit during the day, instead.
 
Ah, it's good to be... uh... whatever the hell I am.
 
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