who am i? where am i? what am i doing?
a small man named mike saul created this web
page to fill time. he is 23 and growing tired of things, but hope exists in his life, even if it is
only a small cup sitting on his tv. he can be found in the burbs of chicago.
other things i do
thinking about hesterman
I woke up in a strange place
to me this is heaven
calvin and hobbes
what jail is like
created by me in 2001
Well, college seems to be over for me. All that is left is drinking, which over all
is not that bad. A few of my friends (feel free to check the link page, .joel. and new
life and love) came out with me to celebrate the last test of college, and to blow
off some steam from their final schedule. We started early (at least by college people
standards). And may I say, we are all feeling pretty good. The bar was fun, the party
was interesting (got to say good-bye to some people I might never see again). Over all
a good night. I hope everyone reading this feels the same way. There will be a repeat
this Friday (my final day in college town and experiencing college life.
So, today was a day.
Having a final Sat. afternoon has really messed up my schedule.
My house is infested with rodents and insects. A mouse was caught last week, bringing the
total to four mice caught. And every once in a while while I'm sitting down getting
ready to watch the new West Wing on TV, what happens, that little guy goes and runs down the
heating vent. And there have been two bees smashed by me in two days. We got a hive in
our house, I'm almost sure of it. So if you bought/rented the Cradle from
my suggestion, I'm sorry.
So, that was my last test in college. Heh. On to my papers.
Before I forget, a few days ago I was walking around campus, and three guys
walked past me in full body suits of Bert, Grover, and Woody Woodpecker. At first
I thought, "Stoopud guys." But then Bert sucker punched Woody Woodpecker with no warning,
causing Woody to stumble and almost fall down with his mask turned. Ahhh, sucker punches.
Did anyone else notice, but in Rob Schnider's new movie (film? HA!) I think Colleen from the
first Survivor show is in it.
Well, I'm going to sit around some more...I already mentioned my test has been taken, get off
"There is no doubt, for instance, that Italians or Belgians have far fewer
qualms about considering themselves European."
Props to them for few qualms. When nations have many qualms, especially about the
continent they live on, major problems occur. I think World War I was started
because Austria was yelling something about that they were part of Australia.
Russia kept telling them that they were European. Year of fighting due to too many qualms.
I didn't read the whole article, but I think the point of it was when the 100 years war started,
it was because France had a bunch of qualms about Europe and Antarctica. France kept
ranting and yelling about how Antarctica was cool, and Europe was for a bunch of "dorks".
(I'm pretty sure I read the word "dork" in it, really I am.) And they fought a hundred years
about it. See, good thing that Italy and Belgium only have a few qualms, because a lot of qualms
causes wars. It is much better to have no qualms.
I want to visit
Berlin. Can someone buy me a ticket so I can go. I've never ever been on a plane either.
See, you could see me smile for a long time with a simple purchase of a place ticket.
You can come with too if you like.
Dinner with nanette was fun. I attempted to show
her a decent place to eat down here in Champaign, even though there are a bunch of places
everywhere you look. Yeah for the Elite. I'll see her at the Dismemberment Plan show on
May 10th (everyone else buy tickets late so I can get in because I really do not want to
drive the entire way back to Chicago just to be turned away). I mihgt see some of you,
but you should wait until I have tickets...bastards (unless of course you buy me a ticket,
which makes you unbastardly and my friend).
Well, it is official. I found a new home for Man Cutting Globe (I just thought about
linking to my own webpage right now, thinking it might cause a loop bringing about the
end of the universe, but then I thought about how I like the universe right now, so I'm
not going to try it.). It will be a part of the What Jail
Is Like association. Marc and
Kurt will be there too. See,
fun for all who like fun. I guess if you like pain, we could squeeze some pain in there too.
I guess my OZ
name is Sweet Cheeks. Props to amplified.
What the fuck just happened tonight? No seriously?
Tomorrow is reading day (well I guess today is, but as I already said, I hate those
people that say today is today when I have not slept yet). That means a whole lot of
We, I mean joel and
pikus attempted to
teach someone lastnight (or tonight, god I'm so confused) about webloggers and
the whole community surrounding them. I'm not quite sure she got it though.
I blame my drunkenness. Everyone else, I'm not quite so sure of their reasons. So feel free
to blame them.
Setting your alarm for noon makes me feel happy. Just for the fact that I
have to make sure I'm up at noon, like it is a chore to get up at that time.
I really do not need people to tell me that I'm writing this before noon either.
Hackers of the world unite! I always felt that the Internet was a way to
break all the borders the world has set up. But recently it has been getting
a little too patriotic in my opinion (which really does not mean a lot since I'm
only one man). Look at the recent hacker attacks.
It is only a matter of time till they strike at me. I know, look at what I'm writing.
I don't want my page to be pro-China. I've never been to China. I'm sure it is lovely,
but at least let me write pro-China things not you.
The next part about this is the American hackers response to the China hackers. Instead
of patriotic symbols or pictures of dead pilots, lets put up porn. Many
government websites are now porn sites. "Americans had targeted all kinds of
Chinese websites and had placed pornographic pictures on the home page of the
official Beijing radio station." That's just like Americans. If China is going to give
pro-China symbols on our websites, we will give them naked girls. Sometimes I hang my
head in shame of being an American.
A slightly disturbing
picture...(not porn, do not worry).
In case no one else has noticed, I've already posted three times today. And I haven't
even started wasting time by procrastinating from my studies.
How come no one told me about the catapult contest? I like things that are flung
out of large structures. Can I make a catapult? No. But that has never stopped me
before when I tried to fling things now has it?
Shit, they're flinging pumpkins?
Damn it, how do I miss all of this stuff?
Holy Shit! I only have one college class left of my college career. I think I'm going
to take a nap.
When my last class ended I expected a lot of applause, maybe even some cheers.
"Yes, I just finished college. Why thanks for noticing." Instead, everyone
filed out of the room picking up their paper.
A crotchety cranky old man was at work today. He was yelling about how the museum did not
accept his piece of work. And that the instructions how to get to the museum did not
say it was across from the Law Building, and he had to go up three flights of stairs just to
find out he was in the wrong building, and now he is tired. The only thing I was thinking
was how bad his art must have been to have The Krannert Art Museum refuse his art.
I mean, look at this shit around me.
My roommates wanted to make my hair all spiky, you know messed up and spiky in parts.
I fought them off, but barely. They were giving me that look that girls give you when
they want you to do something, but you know you don't want to do it, but you do it
anyways because of that look. Ha. It didn't work on me. Living with girls all
through college can do that to you. Fuck that look.
If you think I would look better with spiky hair, e-mail me.
Looking over what I wrote yesterday when I was typing my paper would classify me as
Somehow when I was going to list my accomplishments of the night I only got to the first one.
Starting the paper. I can not think if that is a good sign or a bad one.
Well, it looks like
Britney is making some waves again. Good for her, helping teach people confused about
Physics. Nice conductor band.
My finals are almost here. I'm not sure if that means I'll be here more or less.
Tato Skins story, as promised. I am a person of habit. Once I really get into something,
I do not stop. It doesn't bother me, and it helps to define me. One of these habits of mine
used to be my lunches. Ham sandwich, some form of drink, and Tato Skins.
Tato Skins are amazing chips. I prefer the baked potato, but any will do. All through
grade school I had Tato Skins in my lunch. Did I have little elves creating the chips in
my basement? The answer of course is yes. It seemed like my mother bought them by the
truckload because I would never run out. But one day it all ended.
Keebler stopped creating them. My elves ran away. No more Tato Skins for me. My heart broke.
I searched high and low for them, but alas, they were gone. And they were gone for such a long
time. People who used to talk to me stopped. Why, I had no chips for them. My grades fell
due to the lack of salt in my diet because there were no more chips. Chaos. Then a glorious
day occurred. I was on a road trip out in Ohio (Ohio for gods sake!). And inside a vending
machine I see them. A snack size package of Tato Skins. Good-bye singles, hello chips. My
life seemed to make some sense again. "Yeah, Tato Skins. Look guys, Tato Skins." Everyone
was my friend again, but was I willing to drive to Ohio for these chips? Not really. I hate
driving through Ohio.
So my life was empty for a while. The snack packages only lasted till the end of the car ride,
and again there was nothing to fill my soul. Yes, TGIF makes a brand of Tato Skins, but they
just were not the same. I ate them anyways though, and my life did seem a bit brighter. But
last week I'm searching for a new kind of chip to try, and low and behold...TATO SKINS! In
what appears to be the original package. I grab all of them off the shelf. Then my brain
kicks back in, and I put a few back and only buy two. But they are the original, and everything
is making sense again. I couldn't stop smiling that day.
If you see me feel free to ask me for the chips I can't eat after my lunch,
because there are always extras.
Want to talk to me? AIM = fookayooka
It is now paper time. I only wasted about an hour too before I started. #1 accomplishment.
Trying to write a paper in a lab where everyone is talking to everyone who is not me
can be quite annoying. HEY SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO THINK HERE! DAMN IT! Too bad I
never actually yelled any of those things.
Somehow the people next to me were talking about how someone they know was arressted for
sleeping with a prostitute. Shame for that guy.
Other people near were doing a education project. It sort of brought back my life a few
years ago when I actually played with the idea of being a teacher. Then I also thought
about how annoying a lot of people were in the education classes, the people who already looked
like the 40 year old teacher and yelled at us when we were just trying to have some fun.
How annoyed I was getting with the people doing the project talking about group work
and how they needed to learn how to use power point and that they should not allow one
person to do all of the work, and things like that...
Half way done... Yippie. I'm slowly losing all sense of mental abilities though.
I really should not have waited to do the entire journal in one night. The first few are
quite impressive, but the last ones I've done have dropped in quality. D is for degree.
D is for degree. I say it, but I never really mean it. Damn my moral sense.
Hey, I hope your computers are working fine. I guess some Chinese hackers broke into
some large US companies computers and put up pro-chinese or anti-american slogans.
They are doing this in respect towards the pilot who died during the
whole spy place incident. I just hope I don't wake up seeing Mr. Saul, are you Chinese?
The reason I say this is because while I was student teaching a student came up to me and asked,
"Mr. Saul, are you Chinese?" I looked at him and said, "No, why do you ask?" His responce was,
"Because of your slanty eyes." He then ran off. I really do not think that child passed
into the next grade.
I'm not going to write anymore unless I really have something important to say.
CDs listened to during the paper -
The Good Life
New new website - Eric Emotion. hee hee.
Today while shopping for some board games we were checking out at the "check yourself out"
aisles. The person across the aisle at another check yourself (before you wreck yourself)
was talking to the machine. "The chap stick is too light. Your sensors are not picking
it up. It is in the bag. The chap stick is too light!" I nodded in agreement that the
chap stick might be too light, but still thought that the sensors will figure it out sooner
or later. We paid for our Simpson's Trivia game (more difficult than I thought it would
be) and walked away.
I've been wasting time playing Civilization 2 on the computer again. For a while I
stopped playing the game, but it has a habit of drawing me in. I really should just
go to bed...zzzzz
I just figured out that Mogwai will be
playing here (not here in Champaign, but here in Chicago) on the 31st of May.
Odds are I'll be there concerning the fact of no school and no job makes
me have lots of free time.