tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64427482012-01-11T16:19:28.899-05:00The Maestro's Blog of the Immaculate OtterOtters and Other Stuff that Piques My InterestThe Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-11353213250337945562010-03-12T00:43:00.000-05:002010-03-12T00:43:00.715-05:00GRAPHICS! 2010!
I've decided to make my blog more catchy with graphics that I create. I'm am debuting this one tonight. I don't even know what it is, but it's colorful.
Yay! Colors! Look for this graphic to head up all of my future shanghaied personal life posts from here on out.
Here's your one chance fancy, don't let me down.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-72443771650871222652010-03-11T15:21:00.003-05:002010-03-11T15:29:29.902-05:00Shanghaied personal life update!Apparently I have little faith in my dear friend and she is, indeed, going through with it. As a preemptive strike of sorts, I went to myspace to do a little window shopping and see what I was going to be up against.I set up a local area search to a 50 mile radius and what I found was kind of disheartening. Holy shit. What came up looked like extras in the cast of The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-71294144949459909482010-03-06T10:04:00.002-05:002010-03-06T11:01:47.236-05:00"It's like some kind of hot tub time machine..."So, a friend of mine is convinced that I need a MySpace profile to start meeting girls. My response to this was, "What is this, the year 2002?" However, while it is true that MySpace is currently only inhabited by pedophiles and people who are completely socially inept, I was intrigued by the concept. Do you know what I did? I fucking laid down the The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-88700308844896276572010-03-05T00:08:00.002-05:002010-03-05T00:48:36.555-05:00On Twitter and How Much I Hate John MayerA lot of different technologies have come and gone since I stopped updating this blog the last time about 4 years ago. One, however, that I see standing the test of time, for at least the next six months, is the baby blue behemoth known as Twitter. Where else on the entire internet can real celebrities, fake celebrities, and non celebrities become internetThe Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-53019012393544840412010-03-04T21:25:00.003-05:002010-03-04T21:38:06.385-05:00Hey, yeah, wow, I'm finally writing that book.About a week ago, I finally started writing that book I always promised that I would write. Currently, I'm on about word 4000(roughly sixteen pages). Not much work done yet, but slowly and surely I'm getting there. A lot of my past blog stories, reworked, punched up with more jokes/life lessons and some other stories that I have never previously The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-74095973493439605452009-11-25T00:41:00.002-05:002009-11-25T00:45:40.649-05:00MOTHER FUCKING PHOENIX, MOTHER FUCKERS! DO YOU SPEAK IT? RISE!And lo, there shall come a day when, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, a verbose, blow hard will attempt to bring back a blog that no one really read to begin with. Lo, the time shall pass when the writer may also get bored once again with blogging and fall back into the abyss. Oh yes, dear friends, there is no great love without The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1155527005801199862006-08-13T23:25:00.000-04:002006-08-13T23:43:37.233-04:00On anxiety, luck, and the bottomless pitI titled this entry like that because it makes me feel like I am some kind of Aristotle like philosopher. When, in reality, I am but the same person you have always known and, as such, I am dumb.Anyway, have you ever known anyone who just seemed, despite all else, to be the luckiest person in all of existance? Of course, we all know of someone. Maybe The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1150428170990745092006-06-15T23:19:00.000-04:002006-06-15T23:22:51.010-04:00UpdateI was notified today that I'm being given the chance to get interviewed by a local high school for a position next week. I am very excited and I hope all goes well.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1150051197246468242006-06-11T14:31:00.000-04:002006-06-11T14:39:57.263-04:00I have no idea why. Perhaps the understanding that I am an self important asshole would contribute to the fact that I am creating this post with no intention or merit behind my words. While not atypical, you'd think I would have better things to do with my time that just pontificate nonsense.Perhaps it is my simple lack of motivation. That would, indeed, make planty of sense as to why I am doing The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1149826135979257742006-06-08T23:51:00.000-04:002006-06-09T00:08:55.990-04:00For all the ones I have loved before.Life is funny like that. To bring back memories of someone you haven't seen in about 6 years and bringing them back in such a way that you think about it on at least a semi regular basis.Yeah, it happens and it happened to me. I knew a girl in high school. Then, she was about the cutest, nicest girl I have ever met, and she still is. As high school does to The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1149308846491349872006-06-02T23:59:00.000-04:002006-06-03T00:27:26.510-04:00The quest begins...NOW!It has come to my attention that, now that I have finished college, I must start looking for a real job. OK, I'll play your little "look for a career" game, not like I have anything better to do.I've got a BA in History from a fairly major university. If I wanted something based on my degree, my choices are really limited. I could either teach, write books, or be on of The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1138335764630876992006-01-26T22:58:00.000-05:002006-01-26T23:22:44.666-05:00Ah yes, old friend, how long has it been? Musing and ranting about everything and nothing at all is apparently quite a chore since I can only bring myself to do it about every 3-6 months or so now.I was just thinking and began to wonder whether or not the internet would like to have such thoughts for it to hold and offer to posterity the wonder of me making a complete ass of myself on a daily The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1129434957755639832005-10-15T23:53:00.000-04:002005-10-15T23:55:57.760-04:00Web Comic Adventure 2005Haven't heard from me in a while I know. I added some adsense to the page. Click a link if you're interested in it and help me pay some bills.I also started a webcomic. I don't know what it means. five-oh-four check it out.Later.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1107283669085972572005-02-01T13:43:00.000-05:002005-02-01T13:47:49.086-05:00I'm lovin' it.
If you haven't heard, McDonald's recently ran a flash ad on the web that was just off. It included the phrase "I'd hit it" directed at a double cheeseburger. The ad is still on http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/simmons/index . I sent them an email today, below is the text of said email
I recently came across an advertisement for your double cheeseburgers on this website http:/The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1102737816205071862004-12-10T23:03:00.000-05:002004-12-10T23:03:36.206-05:00:(The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1102731409573941142004-12-10T21:11:00.000-05:002004-12-10T21:16:49.573-05:00Well, I finally did it. I finally confessed my love for the bookstore girl. Since I don't have her current phone number or anything, I sent her a message over AIM. I know it wasn't the best wau to do it, but I had to do something and didn't know how else to contact her.
She was away, so I'm still waiting on a reply. I'll update when I hear something, if I hear something. Either it will be a The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1101198639689426562004-11-23T03:15:00.000-05:002004-11-23T03:30:39.690-05:00This post is about anger and missed opportunities.
I have now come to posess a hate in my heart that is greater than almost anything that I have felt before.
I'm sure you all remember the bookstore girl. I told you all in depth about her a few posts down. Well, I'm a wimp. I drag my feet, I procrastinate, I am generally frightened, and I get nothing accomplished. Never has that been the case The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1100688426299930072004-11-17T05:32:00.000-05:002004-11-17T05:47:06.300-05:00This is one of those stories that just has to be told.
Yesterday, I saw three squirrels commit suicide. You'd think the natural way for a squirrel to off themselves would be to run out in front of a car. Not these bad boys. They jumped out of a tree.
I was in the art building here today, generally slacking off when I should have been working, and headed out to meet up with a friend for dinner.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1099806539814354302004-11-07T01:00:00.000-05:002004-11-07T00:48:59.813-05:00I got the opportunity to see Spiderman 2 tonight, (movies at the student union, 6 months late but free) and I must say that it was the most depressing movie that I have ever seen in all my 22 years on this planet.
This is just a warning, from here on in, I will probably get a bit...ok well really vulgar. If bad language offends you, here's a link to Hello Kitty Figurines on ebay.
This movie wasThe Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1099296888811977742004-11-01T02:48:00.000-05:002004-11-01T03:14:48.810-05:00Sometimes, a cowboy is just a man in a cowboy suit.
Never is this more true than on Halloween. Here, Halloween is a pretty big deal. I've never been able to understand why, exactly this has come to be, but it's true. I figure the primary reason is that it's an excuse to gather up about 20,000 people in the street in silly (and also often revealing) costumes, and drink until their asses almost The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1099191978067386222004-10-30T22:43:00.000-04:002004-10-30T23:06:18.066-04:00I was sitting here, looking at my empty pizza box and almost finished art project and listening to Clem Snide, and I thought I would blog something. Then I thought that I would devote this entire post to the bookstore girl. The one you've all sort of heard about but don't really know what I mean.
I met her in my very first class here at university. It was the economics of North Carolina and it The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1098816486649002622004-10-26T14:38:00.000-04:002004-10-26T14:48:06.650-04:002004: A Linux Odyssey
I have made the jump from windows over to Linux, and thus far, I must say, I have been rather pleased. Linux has been running much more smoothly than anything I ever tried to run under windows, and it has certainly been doing it much faster.
While I'm still getting my feet wet, I think I'm really getting the hang of all of this stuff, but I guess time will tell.
Now for The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1095050976633955782004-09-13T01:26:00.000-04:002004-09-13T01:07:15.316-04:00
...and so, it begins.
That's right ladies and gentlemen, as of 12:30 am on the 13th of September, Mission: Norah has started.
What is Mission Norah? you may ask. Well, simply put, the goal of Mission: Norah is for me to make dear sweet love to Miss Norah Jones in a consentual manner. Consentual being the key word. Norah is obviously too classy a gal for suprise sex. I mean, you got to do it The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1094693437567993962004-09-08T20:45:00.000-04:002004-09-08T21:30:37.566-04:00Today was the big art critique for our first multimedia project. Mine went rather well, actually. If I wasn't so lazy, I would upload a pic of it. I think I may have been picked out to be the teacher's gimp, as I am one of only two non-art majors in the class, and the other one is a girl who is really quite attractive. However, I don't have enough evidence to back this up yet, so it's another The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1094085274559075702004-09-01T20:04:00.000-04:002004-09-01T20:34:34.560-04:00Here's a little blog post that I hope will be a bit more light hearted than some of my others here recently. It's a story about a girl, but it's not what you're thinking. Well, if kind of is, but it's not. Anyway here goes.
I've been given the pleasure/misfortune of being in a multimedia class this semester here in college and in this class there was this girl, for the sake of this post we'll The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1092368521633070712004-08-12T23:36:00.000-04:002004-08-12T23:42:01.633-04:00Dorm room update (final update):
Today I got confirmation that I do, in fact, have a dorm room for the fall, and I am excited. My roommate, turns out, is from the country of Amsterdam, which is pretty cool as I enjoy meeting new people from different countries and cultures.
Here's the thing, aside from the steady marijuana supply ;-) , I know nothing of the culture iin Amsterdam, if any of you The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1091681590205402662004-08-05T00:14:00.000-04:002004-08-05T00:53:10.206-04:00Here's an interesting entry.
As a human being, you got to have faith in something. Whether it be some sort of diety, spirit, some sort of fungus that kind of looks like Patrick Swayze, or whatever, human beings need faith in *something* to survive.
Well, my faith has almost been pushed to its limits because of recent events and to tell the truth, I'm not really too sure what to believe anymore.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1091510501820720492004-08-03T01:17:00.000-04:002004-08-03T01:21:41.820-04:00This is a little something I like to call the "Maestro_Calhoun college housing update"
I still don't have a room.
I am supposed to move in to this non-existent room on Aug. 22
However, I was informed by the lady on the phone that Dr. "bumfuckjenkins" or whatever his/her name is, who is over the housing assignments, said everyone will get a room. Except for me since I called him/her "The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1091210854130678322004-07-30T14:05:00.000-04:002004-07-30T14:07:34.130-04:00Sometimes I say swear words. Nobody's perfect and I'm not ashamed to claim it.
The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1090988618520919132004-07-28T00:18:00.000-04:002004-07-28T00:23:38.520-04:00IT IS MY DAMN BIRTHDAY!!!!!one!!!@seven!!!
That's right, it's finally wednesday and I have made it another year. This is my attention whore, look at me it's my fucking birthday post because I deserve it, dammit.
If I feel the desire, I'll post updates throughout the day.
word.
The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1090821914656523102004-07-26T01:34:00.000-04:002004-07-26T02:05:14.656-04:00So, here are some updates on some stuff from the last post. Primarily the conference.
As a future teacher, they ('they' being the powers that be, also known as 'the man') have us do these conferences from time to time. I will never get away from them, even when I take that step from future teacher to teacher.
I must say, my expectations were pretty low coming in to this conference and I The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1090556314567903582004-07-23T00:05:00.000-04:002004-07-23T00:18:34.566-04:00Of conferences, dorm rooms, birthdays, and ladies.
This is one of those 'I haven't posted anything in a while so I'm going to squeeze a bunch of shit in one post' post. I have several things on my plate here, so bear with me.
Conferences. Later today I'll be going to Greensboro, NC for the weekend for another shitty conference. It seems to me that I should be through with this after a whileThe Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1087967877197565182004-06-23T01:15:00.000-04:002004-06-23T01:17:57.196-04:00So, I'm getting more and more in this web design thingy. I'm starting to muck around with this css stuff more and more. Now to leard php, sql, and asp and I will pwn. Tell your friends.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1087225359954068202004-06-14T11:01:00.000-04:002004-06-14T11:02:39.953-04:00Going with the flow, I posted a donations link over there. So, if you're feeling generous there's no need to waste it on the poor or hungry.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1086931092852465142004-06-11T00:35:00.000-04:002004-06-11T01:21:23.870-04:00Let me win. But if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt.
This is the creed of the atheletes in the special olympics. For those of you who do not know, the special olympics is a series of games involving people of all ages with mental retardation. I had the opportunity to volunteer at this years Special Olympics Summer Games in North Carolina this past weekend.
Special Olympics North The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1085978559914960132004-05-31T00:08:00.000-04:002004-05-31T00:42:39.913-04:00Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you, the joys of retail.
For thos of you who don't know, in between being an artist, philantropist, and international sex symbol, I work part time as a cashier at k-mart, an American retail chain. Yesterday was one of those days on the job that one wouldn,'t forget for quite a while.
Apparently, this woman with a cane, whom I later found out was eighty years old, The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1084398516435779102004-05-12T17:46:00.000-04:002004-05-12T17:48:36.436-04:00Just a quick post with the nice new template. Things are kind of getting to be a mess at the moment. At least the blog is tidy.The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1083762094499813782004-05-05T09:00:00.000-04:002004-05-05T09:05:59.903-04:00Posting from a high speed access terminal in a hotel room. That's all I got to say. Happy cinco de mayo, celebrate your independence from France tooThe Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1083615236729227492004-05-03T15:28:00.000-04:002004-05-03T16:18:06.060-04:00As this semester closes and I get ready to take the final exams that I will ever take at this university, I'm sitting here typing in a blog. Which is something I probably really shouldn't be doing because when I look around the room, all I can see is junk piled up everywhere when I have to be packed up and out of here in about 48 hours.
48 hours until I leave this school and never look back. In The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1082257298856147902004-04-17T22:13:00.000-04:002004-04-17T23:05:40.343-04:00OK so here goes this thing. Today, April 17th 2004, is the 50th anniversary of the landmark court case, Brown v. The Board of Education of Topeka, Kansas. This courtcase, actually a series of cases, was a milestone in race relations and civil rights in the United States. As a result of this important anniversary, many schools, universities, and civic centers held a commemorative forum to reflectThe Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1082016182822465902004-04-15T03:36:00.000-04:002004-04-15T04:07:00.436-04:00Well, I just made some decisions that will affect my future and they were some of the hardest decisions I have ever made. The biggest of which was, earlier this evening, I finished an application to transfer universities. To some, this may not seem like a very big deal, but to me, it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
I've lost all kinds of sleep over this lately and it's really The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1079412149611819032004-03-15T23:37:00.000-05:002004-03-15T23:45:45.293-05:00Recently, I sent an email to Julie Strain. Julie Strain is a porn star (you can find her website at JulieStrain.combut warning, it's not safe for work. Then again, you should know a porn star's website wouldn't be) Anyhoo, she's married to Kevin Eastman, creator of the cartoon The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Here's the email:
Hi!
I was just passing through your website, looking at the The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1076536483765230692004-02-11T16:19:00.000-05:002004-02-11T16:57:13.513-05:00So, the internet, eh?
It happens this time every year. Everything turns shades of pink and red, and love is in the air. Yes, it is time for Valentine's day again and this year, like every other before it, I am alone. It's not really that big of a problem, per se, but I have always wondered what it would be like to have a "true" Valentine's day.
I know Valentine's day was invented by card and The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1076210457149233242004-02-07T21:07:00.000-05:002004-02-07T22:23:22.170-05:00Well, what can I tell you.
I don't really read the news. Hell, I just barely wake up in the morning. So, I guess if you're looking for some kind of biting commentary about the state of the world, you're a little lost. That is unless I accidentally see some news somewhere, either the remote control's batteries die on CNN or I get tricked into reading a newspaper or something, and something The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442748.post-1076125930228341012004-02-06T22:04:00.000-05:002004-02-06T22:54:33.483-05:00Welcome to the internet, it is indeed a strange place.
So, right, over the past couple of weeks, I've been without a television. Not that I really minded, but, being socially inept, my main source of enjoyment was taken away from me.
This past weekend, there was a little event in the sporting world called the "super bowl." Perhaps you've heard of it. Without a television, I didn't get to The Maestrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15965684627673648088noreply@blogger.com0