The Humble Abode

Here're a few pictures of the ritzy apartment I'm currently staying in with WuTang and D. The first one is the living room, the second is my room. They're a little dark... speaking to both my skill as a photographer and my laziness. Note the Frisbees above the window.


And the door's always open... more or less, so check us out.

WTFuck, Mines?

No, really, what the fuck? So Mines is supposed to be a geek school and whatnot. We have a top of the line campus computing center filled gratuitiously with geeks. Somehow, even with their hard work the Mines network manages to suck. I'm typing right now knowing I have approximately five minutes before the DHCP (whatever) server gives another computer my IP address and I get kicked out. Damnit. I went ot he center where a helpful consultant managed to configure my laptop for the wireless network... the campus wide one that doesn't cover the whole campus... most importantly Mines Park... where my laptop is 99% of the time. Thanks a bunch. We'll see if this even gets published, I guess. Damn. Weird part is everything that could possibly be the problem with my wired connection works in a seperate context... so there's no way to pinpoint what's wrong. Fuck technology. *Answers cell phone, turns up stereo, grabs coke from refrigerator, uses guillotine to behead infidel*

AL.X OUT

What is going on?

Well, there's something weird going on around Mines Park tonight. Earlier tonight, Logan and I found ourselves covered in some sort of blotch action (I think that's the Colorado medical term for it... that and "HOLY SHIT"). It was especially bad on me, as I had an enormous dark spot on my forehead. I looked like a battered child. And not those battered children you see on TV. I'm talking PROFESSIONALLY battered. Anyway, Wutang proposed the plague as a solution to this mystery, but seeing as to how the spots washed off with off-brand soap (It's commonplace knowledge that most plagues only come off with Irish Spring), it's more likely that there's an invisible octopus inking people. My advice: If you're going outside in the Mines Park area around dusk, wear a damn poncho and keep your ears open.

Sausage Factory

Well, well, well, it looks like the Sausage Factory Intramural Ultimate Frisbee Team (formerly the Weaver Towers Sausage Factory Intramural Ultimate Frisbee Team) is up to a good start thanks to the leadership of one Derek Grimm. Here's the proposed logo for the year:
Rockin'? Yeah, I think so. Anyway, practices should start soonish to anybody who cares... if the weather turns nice and this damnable Colorado wind dies down... God willing. So, if anybody knows God personally, could you talk to him about that? That'd be great. Ciao, people.

Thursdays with Alex

That's right, it's Thursday, which means no classes for Alex. Hopefully, I'll be able to use this time to ski later on, but, since there's no snow it's frisbee day. Two games of folf played so far: Alex win, win; Sean 1 down, 1 down; L-Dub 3 down, 5 down. To be fair, though, the disc situation was a bit sketchy. I'm hoping for at least 3 games of ultimate later today. We'll see. Anyway, I'm off to get boned at the bookstore... my butt still hurts from last time.

Back to the Mines

Well the time has finally come. I start classes on Wednesday here at the Colorado School of Mines. I'll throw down some statistics for anybody who cares here.

Official 2004-'05 Bro/Ho Ratio - 4/1
Actual 2004-'05 Bro/Ho Ratio - 2π/1 (That's right. Eat it.)
Official 2005-'06 Bro/Ho Ratio (Freshman class only) - 4.5/1
Actual 2005-'06 Bro/Ho Ratio - Depressing
Average Date Auction cost of a woman at Mines - $50
Average Date Auction cost of a man at Mines - $3.75 (supply and demand, bitches)
New girls on the Sausage Factory frisbee team - 1
Alex's credit hours last semester - 20
This semester - 16
Current point score - 2 (D knows)
Ghetto factor at the W-Towers last year - Da-amn, bee-yi-yotch!
Ghetto factor at Mines Park now - Fresh Prince of Bel-air
Time spent playing videogames so far - 7 minutes
Number of man-stains on the new couch - 0
Average cost of reupholstering a couch - $120
Cost of books (without Thermo or McBrizzle books) - $566.94
Cost of text books' weight in silver - $435.73
Number of ladies who have sat in my comfy chair - 1
Dudes - 6
Midgets - 0
Holes on the MP Frisbee golf course - 9
Par - like... 8
Cost of a a broken window - $400
50 meals at Mines - $250
75 meals at Mines - $1000 (must be some advanced calculus going on down at the cafeteria)

Well, that's all for now. Don't feel too bad for me... I'll make the fat bank if I ever do get out of this place. I'm sure I can scrounge up some good new statistics later on. Al-X OUT!