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By anders pearson 31 Jul 2000

long weekend. went down to virginia to visit my friend cj.

on saturday, we packed his drumkit and my guitar into his car and drove to alexandria and played for a few hours in the lower level of a parking garage with wormhole, recording a live version of one of their songs. the location was pretty cool but the echo was awful and there was no air conditioning to speak of. still pretty fun though.

finally saw Fight Club while i was there. damn that was a cool movie.

not a bad weekend at all until sunday night when i got on the bus to come back to new york. first of all, the bus was an hour and a half late. and it was a local bus not an express, so we stopped in every single little town on the way. then, around deleware or something, some people in the back of the bus were being obnoxious and, after several warnings that they would be kicked off the bus if they didn’t keep it down, we pulled over and they were kicked off. unfortunately, kicking someone off a bus isn’t that simple, and the cops need to be there to serve a citation to the offending parties. so we sat parked on the side of the road for a good 45 minutes waiting for the cops to come. all in all, it took nine hours to get from virginia to new york; it only took 5 hours to get down there…

then, because we got in at 2am and the subway station near the bus station is closed up after 1, i had to take a cab back to my place. as i’m getting my guitar out of the trunk, the cab just takes off, apparently unaware that the trunk is wide open and i still haven’t gotten my stuff out. the guitar gets stuck under the lid. my hand is firmly attached to the handle of the guitar case (the phrase “from my cold dead hands” comes to mind). i get dragged a good 20 or 30 feet behind the cab to the next stoplight where i managed to yank it free. a few bruises and scrapes and some really sore muscles in the morning, but at least i still have my guitar.

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By anders pearson 26 Jul 2000

the pokemon beetle was actually parked in the middle of campus one day this spring. i wished that i’d had a camera with me. but now i have found its website, so it’s all good. unfortunately, the pictures on that site don’t convey exactly how bright the yellow actually is. these pictures do a slightly better job (plus they show the pokemon plane and iMac too). maybe i’ll paint my guitar yellow and put some little horns and a lightning tail on it so i can be cool too. or not.

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By anders pearson 25 Jul 2000

a few months ago, i somehow got roped into posing for a picture for the elementary chinese class website, which one of my coworkers was making. none of the people in the picture are in elementary chinese, it’s really just a bunch of ccnmtl people who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. i think i’m the only one in the picture who actually speaks any chinese. anyway, i figured i’d link to it since, as far as i know, it’s the only picture of me with short hair that has yet to make it online. (i’m the one in the back right, btw.)

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By anders pearson 25 Jul 2000

uranium for sale online! get it while it’s hot!

all right, that was a bad joke, i admit. this is really pretty cool though; they have auctions just like eBay. i tried to register a new user but got a microsoft SQL server error. at any rate it looks like they don’t run any sort of background check before they let you bid on the uranium. i want to get an account so i can maybe scoop up a few rods for cheap and rub them together. it looks like you can get reactor grade uranium for about $9/lb. how many pounds does it take to reach critical mass?

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By anders pearson 23 Jul 2000

having lived in maine for about 20 years, i would like to point out that this sort of thing isn’t terribly uncommon. the only surprising part is that the guy actually survived a crash with a moose. most of the time, when you run into a moose, you merely take the legs out and the entire body slides across the hood and comes through your windshield into your lap. moose are big. getting one on your lap isn’t safe at any speed.

and i’m not really sure what to make of where the article says “when a moose ran into his car”. i think they probably meant the other way around, although once, within the space of a month, my mother had 2 deer run into her car and dent the door panel (the car was even parked once, IIRC).

and hey, tad was from linneus.