In Dracula's Castle

<- Advanced Civil Procedure Professor, Count Dracula

How exciting! Who would have thought in my 2 and so years in Toronto I would meet Dracula himself?

Funny thing is Dracula ain't a bad proff. Well, he can't be that great considering I'm writing this while I'm in here.

One observation I've had in here over the years is the clicky keyboards. If they're saying something worth taking down, sure click away.

What I don't get though is the constant clicking when there's nothing to type. I suppose its MSN or games or better yet what I'm currently doing.

So I get back from a smoke break and a full on historical debate about Africa the Middle East or something a rather. As a student of history I should chime in or maybe at least care.

Nope. Couldn't really care in the least. Tell you what though, it was pretty interesting.

Here's my view on history. Remember that line about statistics?

"there are lies, damn lies, and statistics"

In other words, history is like statistics in this fashion. Our own biases and "centric" pride and nationalistic idealism shapes our interpretation of mish-mashed, random events into a singular view that suits our own sensibilities and values.

So who was right in the smokebreak debate? Probably both of them.

All I got a kick out of was interrupting a seemingly intense ADR discussion. Aside: who the hell has a group meeting with a teacher in a hallway. And they give me cut eye? Its a public spot jerk! You wanna conduct a class, do it in a classroom.

Another bonus? Got to show up to class from the break late and get the angry stare of my peers. They think it has an effect on me. In a way they're right. I love their disapproval, it turns me on.

Somebody once said that we define ourselves not only by the company we keep, but in the enemies we make. So if someone gets pissed off over some bullshit, I know I'm on the right track.

That's it for now folks, I think Dracula is saying something useful. If I don't listen he may suck my blood.

Stay tuned for the next installment when I discuss, the Blue Jays, Salsa Music and "enjoyment"

Take Care

The Catfish Hunter

Where do I begin with the catfish hunter? Wherever I decide to start, just realize any tale I tell can never truly live up to the legend.

Origins

It all started once chilly afternoon in November when the stranger came up to him and tried to shake his hand. "Uh, sorry stranger, your hand is too sketchy for me." What one must realize about the Catfish Hunter is that everything is presumptively sketchy. They say it's lonely at the top and when you make your business spearing catfish, trust is something that cannot be given lightly.

Why catfish?

This is truly the paradoxical life that the catfish hunter lives. You see, using stinkbait and a spear is a life with few rewards and much sacrifice. Sometimes we ask the catfish hunter, "why the catfish? Why not many of the very available pike or dogfish?"

To that he responds: ""Pike and dogfish are sketchy"

So did the stranger push him to this life? Is it his insatiable appetite for catfish?

Nobody truly knows what makes the catfish hunter tick.

All we really know for sure is: (1) he digs catfish, (2) he is sketchy and (3) there's some animosity with strangers...

The Pac's Blog

So I'm sick as hell and with some encouragement decided to start one, so here it goes...

So what do I start with? I really don't know, I'll talk about whatever I feel like I guess. For example, I was in the library today right?

Check it, before I finish the story, some people just need to be straight up capped, no doubt. Anyway, dude was washing his hands and I was waiting behind him and this guy decides to take his sweet time washing his damn hands. He whistles a tune while he does it. Now I don't know what the accepted time it takes to wash your hands but this fool crossed that line and then some. At this point I'm thinking to myself that this guy must be some kind of neat freak or something. What else can explain the homoisity of his behavior? So dude finally finishes and just wipes his hands on his pants! The friggin nerve! I mean he makes me wait this whole time and I try and accomodate him since he may be a neat freak and he did it just to piss me off.

Yet another example of the conspiracy to destroy me...I will have my revenge

See there's this episode of South Park called "die, hippie die!" about self righteous pretentious know it all hippies.

Seriously, I'm always greatful I had the opportunity to get the education I have recieved. But one thing I can do without are those hippie bastards trying to push their morality on me.

You know the kind. The I'm smarter than you. That asshole in the bar that Matt Damon punked out in Good Will Hunting who thought he was hot shit just cuz he's read Chaucer.

So what did I learn from college? Fuck idealism, fuck recycling, and hippies especially...fuck you

(thank you South Park)

If i sounded a little vengeful, that's ok. It's really my nature, but truth be told I'm a pretty nice guy. Hope all is well out there!

bye for now!