What's Wang This Week

It's been a busy summer and the time has flown. Before long I will be back in Berkeley feeling stupid, watching The Cartoon Network, and cooking. I think I'm about ready for it, but I never got to go hiking in Whistler like I said I was going to do. Also, I never forced Graham to make more Richard is the Sex! merchandise for my many (3) adoring fans. I also didn't really become the Sex! like I was intending to either. But what did I accomplish?


I'm sure I did some other stuff too. I mean, that only took 92 seconds so I had plenty of time to do other stuff.

I have this feeling people are going to terribly abuse the "flag?" button Blogger just added. In fact, I bet Steve just flagged me. How objectionable do you think things have to be before the powers that be start censoring? Suppose I speculate whether Jim's roommate is balling another dude. Is that objectionable? Suppose I put cartoons of penises online. Is that objectionable? Suppose I blast you with loud music every time you visit my site. That? Suppose I put a picture of my asswipe online. How about that? To be safe, I better not put up any pictures of myself stretching my anus to 6 inches diameter.

(How many of you clicked that last link?)

My trip back to Berkeley looked like it might have to come even sooner due to some miscommunications and misunderstandings with my car and insurance. It's all sorted out now, but let me tell you something: I am never driving back home again. I loved having the car here, but I don't think I'll be here for 3 months next summer, and the mumbo-jumbo that you have to go through with insurance and various bureaucracies that have to <shudder> interact with each other -- well, it wasn't good for my already frazzled nerves.

But this is just one of many downsides of being a Canadian student in the US. I've frequently said that being a Canadian student in the US is like having the worst of both worlds. You have to deal with all of the paperwork and jump through all the extra hoops that international students always have to, while lacking the sexy accent -- even worse than that, apparently I said "aboot" once without even noticing (or at least someone thinks I did. Fucker). What's more, you get mocked for saying things like "pop" when you clearly meant "soda" (fuckers). And like the Americans, you get totally outclassed by the European students (fucquers).

In happier news, I measured my right calf today and it is 16.5" around. Ed informs me that this is getting into bodybuilder territory.

I'm going to go find something to donkey kick.

Current Music: Sigur Rós - Ágætis Byrjun (I hope you all appreciate the work I put into that)