Brown Skin Lady.



Thursday, April 29, 2004

It really was not my intentions do cause strife, jealousy, insentivity, and malicious remarks directed towards the lovely female species. I just didn't know that a pound of whole bean coffee would cause so much animosity between college friends. I'll try and spread the andycat love more evenly next time.

I lost it in class today. Gave them the silent treatment cuz they wouldn't stop talking. Then they'd stop. I'd proceed with the lesson. Then they started acting up again. More silent treatment follows along with...

I'll just wait, till everybody's ready.

A few minutes of focused concentration. Then more chit-chatting while I'm talking. Then came the lecture:

I need to address some behavioral issues in this class. I wanted to teach at the high school level because I didn't think I needed to baby-sit. Now I realize you want to socialize, but there's a time and a place for that. The classroom is not the place to be socializing. Everybody deserves a fair chance to learn. Your talking while I'm teaching is disruptive and takes this chance away from those that want to learn.

OMG. I'm anal. I've stepped on over to the other side.

Speaking of other sides. The idea of Matt riding a donkey and me selling clay pots in Mexico sounds fantastique. Although I'd rather ride around town on a moped delivering Chinese food to grimy tourists and comatose conventioneers. Then we could get our groove on at the local discotheque at night inebriated with the only alcohol that's a stimulant.

That last paragraph had two words ending with 'que'.

The wrath of JC frightens me to a cowardly pulp.


andycat stayed in the red at 11:31 PM


Tuesday, April 27, 2004

I'm so sick of student teaching. I'm happy it's over in a few days. I need time to process these past 10 weeks. I need to land a teaching position for next year if I plan on staying in the program. I don't know how easy that's going to be. I have about a month off. I'm not sure how I'll spend that time. Look for that position. Need to pass the CSET.

It's a job. It's an alrite job. I'm on my feet all day. It's something I do to make money. And I'm not even making money from it, yet. Hopefully that'll change soon.

I feel dumber than I did 10 weeks ago. Don't feel as crisp. Out of sorts. After standing and talking to kids for 7 hours a day, I don't feel like thinking or speaking when I get home. I wonder how many people feel like this after punching out from their jobs.

I wonder how many people have a Master's Degree and work at Starbucks.

Ugggghhhhh.

I just remembered that the Lakers used to have Samaki Walker. They don't anymore.

I feel a little better.

Time to kick it up a level and stay in the red.


andycat stayed in the red at 7:34 PM


Sunday, April 25, 2004

So...I'm at Dublins. And I'm talking to this girl.

So what do you think about this place?
It blows.

What are you talking about? They're giving away free peanuts!
HAHAHAHA! [She hits me on the arm].

And we're having a good conversation. And more laughter and hitting on the arm ensues. And then her friend (who's been standing next to her the whole time and not getting any of the acat love) says let's go.

So they leave.

Damn. Cock-blocked? More like vagina-blocked.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:15 PM


Thursday, April 22, 2004

Inhale influence.
Exhale influential over instrumentals.
Binderpaper project: Take picture. Immediately record thoughts. Ill.
What happened to DW? Busy dude.
There definitely was one too many references to male genitalia in those last few comments.
Do you indulge in socializing in order to avoid responsibility?
Or do you in put in work, and watch your status escalate?
Scratch that Denver-Minnesota prediction I made a few days ago.
22.0 Students use the quadratic formula or factoring techniques or both to determine whether the graph of a quadratic function will intersect the x-axis in zero, one, or two points.
Because humans have the ability to imagine the future, we think beyond our immediate physical needs.
What is most important at this very moment?
The need to survive.


andycat stayed in the red at 11:43 PM


Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Hump day. Hope everybody is successful in their attempt to get over the hump.

I need to stop waking up with self-doubt.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:20 AM


Monday, April 19, 2004

I need to shave. My pubes. My nose hair. My ear hair. My armpits.

Kelly Ripa is hot.

Four stages of teaching: Fantasy, Survival, Mastery, Impact.

That was the coolest thing I learned today. I'm in survival.

Four stages of intimate relationships: Attraction, Attachment, Disillusionment, Intimacy.

I learned that my freshman year at UCSB in Soc 91B: Relationships. You can switch back and forth between stages of Disillusionment and Intimacy. Attraction and Attachment are the first two stages and follow that order.

Lakers up 2-0. Impressed with the play of my man, Kareem Rush.

Tomorrow is the 5-year anniversary of Columbine. Hope no crazy's at my high school decide to celebrate it in some demented way.

Does bliss lead to better health? Because stress surely ages the immune system.

Weatherman would be a cool job. Right up there with helicopter pilot.


andycat stayed in the red at 11:20 PM


Sunday, April 18, 2004

Random Thoughts?

Dodgers with the best record in baseball. Lakers up 1-0 in the first round. LA, LA, big city of dreams. Good times for Andycat. Lakers didn't have the best game yesterday...GP wasn't scrowling, Kobe was off, and Shaq looks like he gained weight over the course of the season. Too many cheeseburgers after the game. Karl played like his age, but that's okay. He's still an upgrade at the 4. Remember, just a year ago, Mark Madsen was starting against the likes of Garnett and Duncan. Ugggh.

Gotta love the non-stop hoops of the NBA 1st round. Speaking of which...

Wasn't it in 1994 when #8 Denver knocked off #1 Seattle in the first round. Ten years later, #8 Denver will knock off #1 Minnesota. Yeah, I said it. Talk to me in two weeks.

In the deck? Nu-mark's, Hands On. J5's very own, combines rare grooves in a diverse and eclectic set including some international hip hop and electronica. Choice cuts include 68 and I owe you one and Charlie 2na coming thru. And speakling of Charlie 2na, this guy need's to drop his own solo album.

Two more weeks of school. Two more weeks of school. Two more weeks of school. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

Who's the goofier white guy? Michael Doleac, Chris Anderson, Jon Barry, Fred Hoiberg or Mark Madsen? None of them. Steve Kerr wins. He's calling the game. Szerbiack blows.

I wrote my own Algebra Test the other day. Wasn't I just getting C's in Economic classes two years ago? What gives me the right to pass out tests?

There's a barista action figure.

Matt Costello living the one penis per fantasy rule. Guess it wasn't a fantasy. Yowzas.

Einstein and Margaret Thatcher took naps. The hot girl unemployment rate is, 0.0%.

I've been drinking Ensure. Pretty good, actually. I drink a boost for breakfast and an ensure for di-zzert. Somebody ordered pancakes and I just sip the si-zzurp.



Kevin Garnnet has an uncanny resemblance to a Brontosaurus.

Jamaal Magloire has octopus arms.

Sam Cassell looks like an alien.

My dad was clownin on me the other day when I was fumbling a wrench around while helping him install a water heater. He told me I needed more practice with tools. Fair enough.

Why is Kate Beckinsale on fire?

Go see Kill Bill Vol. 2. Quentin Tarantino combines satire, drama, gore, and pure action all in one flick. Awesome.


andycat stayed in the red at 7:52 PM


Saturday, April 17, 2004

I would update if I had something interesting to say. I don't. It's like I'm too busy thinking about school...and I could write about school...but that's no fun. Thank god the semester's almost over. Think I'm still recovering from San Francisco. Or I'm just too lazy to write. Or I play too much FIFA Soccer 2004. SWV is awesome. Yes, I just said SWV.


andycat stayed in the red at 12:17 AM


Monday, April 12, 2004

The latter half of spring break was a tad more entertaining then the initial half. Matt Costello is just full of Quotacious Quotes:

"I'm shook. What are her motives?" -- Matt, after a really hot girl at the bar gave him her number and AIM screenname.

"So...she's a hooker." --Connor, on hot girl at the bar that gave Matt her number.

"Ever shoot a gun?" --Me, asking Matt about his experiences regarding firearms.

"No. I'd rather shoot a bow and arrow." --Matt, on alternative methods of discharging weapons.

"I feel bad when I'm a minute man." -- Me, on sexual performance.

"Dont. Three minutes is 1 round of a heavyweight championship bout." -- Matt, on why I shouldn't feel bad.

"Are you drinking a beer?" -- Me, questioning Matt's choice of beverage at 3AM Friday night, moments before I was about to go to sleep. We had been drinking since 8PM.

"Are you drinking a beer?" -- Me, questioning Matt's choice of beverage at 10AM Saturday morning. Yes, 10AM Saturday morning.

"I was exhausted. So that's when we decided to keep on drinking." -- Me, recounting Friday Night's activities to Connor via mobile phone.

"So you don't think any of my comments [on this blog] make any sense?" -- Matt, asking a question.

"Well you know what absolute nonsense means, right?" -- Me, answering a question with a question.

"Supreme Intelligence." -- Matt, Regis-ly giving a final answer.

"You're driving." -- Everybody, designating me as the driver after the A's game upon my purchase of my non-alcoholic 24 oz. Mountain Dew.

"This could be the makings of a legendary day." -- Justin, on deciding to play golf after drinking at the A's game.

"Sensory-overload." -- Me, describing Matt and Justin's drunken round of golf.

"I want to pace myself." -- Me, excusing my sobriety to Matt.

"It's time to take off your skirt." -- Matt, denouncing my sobriety.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ." -- Matt, passed out in a drunken slumber at 8PM.

"Wake up. I'm locked outside." -- Text message from me to Matt after I was locked outside his apartment and he was passed out drunk.

"Could you be any more annoying?" -- Matt, opening the door after I rang the doorbell for 5 minutes abruptly interrupting his drunken slumber.

"AWWWW SHIT! THIS IS MY ANTHEM!" -- Baruti, upon the initial beat of Jay-Z's 'Big Pimpin'.

"I'm afraid of the damage Vegas can inflict upon me." -- Matt, realizing the potential harm Vegas could do

"What if San Francisco had Blackjack Tables?" -- Me, throwing a question out to Matt.

"I would've been there last night." -- Matt's response, after a full morning and afternoon of drinking.

Wild times.


andycat stayed in the red at 11:55 PM


Sunday, April 11, 2004

Body is run down from this weekend. Will update soon -- something about a bow and arrow.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:23 PM


Thursday, April 08, 2004

The conversation between two co-workers and myself went something like this:

Andy, what are you doing after work?

Beat off. Take a nap. What are you doing?

I'll probably start drinking.

Cool. I like a good beer buzz early in the afternoon.

Well let's do this.

Let's.

We're gonna go to your house. You have a pool.

Okay.

I'll bring the beer.

I'll start the hot tub.

And I seriously thought it'd be maybe three, four people at the most. A little social gathering on a Wednesday afternoon never hurt anybody. It was 2PM when the first person arrived. And somehow word spread around Starbucks that I was throwing a party at my house. By 5PM, there were 20 people at my house. Drinking, smoking, girls feeling each other up, girls feeling me up...all while Brittany Spears jammed through the living room speakers. Hot tubs, alcohol, weed, cute college-aged Starbucks girls -- good times. Bad music, but good times nonetheless. I enjoyed their company. Nice, respectful kids. This is how we do out in the Land of Up.

Too bad my parents knew nothing of this impromptu Starbucks bash and out of courtesy to their home I had to kick everyone out around 8PM. And I'm sure they wouldn't have had a problem with all those people over...it's just that it would've been more respectful to let them know a little in advance.

Am I too old to be partying it up like this? Yes. I have a college degree. I am in grad school. I am a role model to my students. I am trying to figure out my career. The time is now. I partied in college. I been there. I been done that. It's over.

Whatever. Limitations should not be affected by time. I'll be in the bay area this weekend.

Alcohol might be involved.


andycat stayed in the red at 2:41 PM


Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Dammit. Half of my spring break is over. I haven't done a whole lot. Need to find something productive to do. Want to go somewhere. Don't know where to go. Not much going on upstairs. What to do. What to do? What to do. Haiku maybe?

What was that you asked?
Sorry, I don't have answers.
Back to playstation.


I'll think of something more creative tomorrow. Maybe some more appreciation posts. Things I appreciate:

Playstation 2.
Tripe 5 Soul.
Fiji Water.
NBA playoffs.
Benadryl.
Cotton Sweatpants.
Ravioli.
Boondocks.
Okayplayer.

Poke my brain, please. Get me out of this state of vegetation. Lentil soup is mental fruit. Anybody got something good to say about the new Dead Prez? The cover is of the absoulte freshness. I heard they throw apples into the crowd at their shows. And if that isn't Revolutionary But Gangsta, then I'm not sure what is.


andycat stayed in the red at 12:02 AM


Sunday, April 04, 2004



Are you kidding me? How scary are video games these days? There's a game coming out called NBA Ballers which essentially is an episode of MTV Cribs meets NBA Hangtime. You create a player, play on street courts, build street cred, and work your way up to the NBA. The more you win, the more bling you can floss, the bigger mansion you can own, you can even build your own entourage. I mean, I sometimes dream about having my own entourage. (Of course, you'd have to work for me in order to be in my entourage. Carlos's job would be to wake me up in the morning and remind me about things.) Now it's one step closer. Unbelievable.

I'm not sure what to make of any of this except that I'm fascinated. I'm all for the exploitation of the NBA lifestyle. I wonder if there's any secret codes where after the game, you can invite groupies from the hotel lobby to the Sky Bar and then meet up with Shaq and Ludacris at Puff Diggity's afterparty. We're now beyond reality television. Think about it. We have now stepped into the realm of reality video games which is a complete contradiction in and of itself.

I just bought FIFA Soccer 2004 and it is so cot dam realistic, Ronaldo is missing a tooth, Zinadine Zidane has a bald spot, and David Beckham leaves the stadium with Posh Spice. Okay, I made that last part up. But still, you can see the definition in the players' legs! And did you know that those above three player all play for the same club -- Real Madrid? That's a good team.

Off to play some more video games.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:51 PM


Thursday, April 01, 2004

YES!

SRIRACHA APPRECIATION POST

Traces of vexation internally manifest when other's misclaim this delicious condiment as Rooster Sauce. Just because there's a picture of a rooster on the front of the bottle, does not mean you call it Rooster Sauce. Just pronounce in phonetically: Sri-Ra-Cha. You don't call Tapatio, Mariachi Dude Sauce, do you?

Unlike the watered down Tabasco Sauce, Sriracha is made of ground sun-ripened chilis. The result is a smooth paste-like consistency which can be metaphorically described as ketchup on fire. The heat is sweeter than the vinegary tang of most hot sauces. Not to put down the powerful Tabasco or the mighty Tapatio, but Sriracha has mass appeal. It's truly piquant taste satisfies all palates. Great on egg yolks and their whites, Sriracha should be a staple in every person's condiment bar -- right next to the banana peppers, aioli garlic mustard, A1, and Trader Joes's Kansas City BBQ Sauce.

We should have a Sriracha potluck. I'll bring the Sriracha boneless buffalo wings.

(And please don't call it cock sauce.)


andycat stayed in the red at 9:59 PM