The Ramblings of Austgen

So, my pirate name is “BLOODY JAMES CASH”…Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it’s the open sea. For others (the masochists), it’s the food. For you, it’s definitely the fighting. You’re musical, and you’ve got a certain style if not flair. You’ll do just fine. Arr

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Matt Nathanson was cool….gotta respect a traveler like himself…and having a knowledge of 80’s metal. Got my comprehensive exams signed off, so now going to spend the next month doing research and the link….with luck, will get a grant submitted in January. Also, if the funding is there, I’m going to get to go to a conference in France next summer. Must only get over my fear/hatred of flying, and my general disdain of the french. Good Bourban burns….I think that I will enjoy teaching, but not the part when I have to know all the answers. I still feel weird giving explinations to large groups of people, knowing that the misstep could spell ruin.

Steadily approaching five (?) months with the girl. Seems like it’s been longer, but the time has slowed since school started….but so has my workload. She’s coming up north with me to the parent’s house….only hope that she’s not bored to tears…not a whole lot of things to do there, and if it’s cold, then there’s even less. At least I’ll have five days to eat myself stupid. Going to try and not eat for the first week of December…may be hibernate some.

Be sure to check out the new comic on the right….from the creator of PhD, so should be cover in sarcasm…

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I can’t remember how to add links into the text. So go right and look at the new friend, Cuban….this is the Blog of Mark Cuban, owner of the Dallas Mavaricks, internet salesman, and all around goofy guy (this the guy that spent a shift as a manager at a Dariy Queen, cause he said it was way easy). Going to see MATT NATHASON” and the BN tonight with the girl, Dana, and Clay. Not sure what I’m in for….skipped the last one to do something. I’ll report in the morning on how it was…

I like sweetrolls, warm, not hot, with a cup of coffee on a cold winter’s morning….found out that Beth (at right) did go out and play in one of the hurrincanes….I think that when she reappears in January that we all collective smack her in the head and hope that set’s her straight. Tomorrow I have my Duck’s Unlimited banquet….hope I win a gun. If someone else talks to me about the CFTR, everyone pays. I like my beer cold, my scotch on the rocks, my steak medium well, and my breasts, welll……um…yea….there’s this girl in choir, that plays the oboe…..well, she looks 13. I figure she’s 18, being in college and all, but seriously…I look in the congregation, and the freshmen are so obvious to me it’s painful….have I gotten so old that the next generation is begun? My shoes are really getting funky…may have to go to the mall and buy some new kicks….thinking samba’s and adidas…If you have free time tomorrow, go donate blood….the artifical stuff is still a few years ahead (can’t get that whole heme action down). GO TIGERS!!!!

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This is going to be one long paragraph…just feeling that lazy. Again, I want the head of LaTroy Hawkins on a pole, and send to my friend Marco….he blew the season for the cubs. Those comps that I took….yep, I crashed and burned…have a rewrite due Friday at 5, then have to redefend them on Wednesday morning…..can’t wait. I drank entirly to much on Saturday, but not as much as Hinken, so I’m ok. Beth (friend to the right), I believe, is dead, or was cast about by the hurricanes. If there was ever a person that would enjoy a natural disaster, it would be her. 20-1 she’s in Washington, playing on Mt. St. Helen. Rehab must be working, cause every muscle in my leg is hurting…execpt my quad, which may be a bad thing….Bring me the head of Sammy Sosa….if he’s still a Cub next month, Manchester will perish under my wrath. I saw Spotless mind or something with Jim Carrey last week with the Girl…BEST MOVIE EVER! Go see it, and then think about how that procedure wouldn’t work physiologically. I found out today that my Great grandmother on the father’s side was Irish….I’m an 1/8 Irish…after I was told I wasn’t…I feel so dirty.

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