confusion

The good: Updated confusion, tell me what you think…
The bad: Still have not finished my Abortion essay…
The Ugly: I’m sick…

Step right up and try the new Rave-o-matic toilet! Complete with variable speed strobe light!

* music not included.
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I have recently become aware that going to the bathroom in my dorms has become a surreal experience. The fluorescent light seams to have developed turrette’s syndrome—it cannot stop flashing. Now when it was just a little bit of a dimming effect that was one thing, but as it has now lost it completely and blinks on and off with a disturbing irregularity it has become increasingly hard to aim. I experiance the classic club problem of depth-perception-gone-haywire and tripped out things-that-are-standing-still-look-like-they-are-moving-syndrome every time I go into the bathroom. This has made taking care of bodily needs numbers one and two a real chore as I have to go down to another floor to perform said acts! I don’t think I am asking much when I ask for a consistent source of light while I am in the bathroom, am I? Even at the worst raves I have been to the strobe lights where not in the bathrooms. I mean they could at least install some nice Bose 901 speakers and a couple of BIG amplifiers so I can blast the techno while I…. um yea… well… I have to go to bed now…

I went to see Beaner this weekend before he heads off, back to North American and places where color has no u in it. We just kinda chilled out for the day. We went on a quest to find the island where J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis took many a walk, and though we don’t know if we ever found it, we did find an absolutely amazing garden, filled with gigantic trees, and quiet glades. Then after a nice home made dinner we went out to explore the tavern history of Oxford. Our first stop was a place called the “Turf Tavern” build in the 15th century. This place has character—it oozes with it. The ceiling is lower than six feet and the tavern has a total of about 6 tables in three rooms each smaller than my dorm. But it also has two court yards, complete with ivy covered walls older than the US and pit fires to keep you warm when the beer just does not cut it. Then after deciding it was just too cold to sit outside we wandered into “the oldest tavern in Oxford”—the Bear, founded 1242! We decided that it was not in the original building, but the building it was in was significantly old enough to suffer from the same problems as the Turf, low ceilings and a sever lack of seating.

Anyway all this old buildings combined with walks through statue filled gardens and forest paths managed to bring out the DM in both J███████ and myself and we had decide to dive full force into map making and world building…

Note: the forum was removed back in the dark ages… That is all.

If anyone out there reads this and has ever been to the forum on Confusion, then you may like to know that I just posted a new forum about human cloning, and if no one replies to it in the next month I will assume that no one reads the forum and may remove it.

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After a few late trains (it’s a long story!) and many, many, many Hoegaarden Weissbier (the best beer in the world!) I have become an international criminal, for defiling a national monument!

At about 3am local time saterday morning in Brussels, C██████ and myself undertook and completed the covert mission we were assigned by Elliot from DC101. Here is how it went down:

2:00am—Scout the scene. A few cars passing and one or two pedestrians in the street. Off the a pub to aquire courage (for C██████). Notice that a nearby tavern keeper has left broom outside next to trash can.

2:48am—Leave pub and return to future scene of crime. Only see one car pass, but decide to take walk around the block to calm C██████’s nerves, and plan out attack.

3:00am—Return to the target, procede to scale concret fence post at corner of fountain/fence/building.

3:02am—On top of back wall of fountain, Manneken Pis still 4 feet away, he is still pissing oblivious to the whole operation (this is good!). Now how the hell to get the shirt( in back pocket!) onto the little squirt (pun intended!) Idea: the broom spoted earlier outside nearby tavern! C██████ runs off the retrieve said broom.

3:04am—Caroyln returns with broom, place tee-shirt on broom handle (broom handle through neck). Using broom to reach across the last 4 feet, (while holding on for dear life!) snag the little bugger!

3:05am—C██████ takes picture of Manneken Pis waring DC101 – “Elliot in the Morning” tee-shirt!

3:06am—Return to street level in rather ungracefull manner, celebrate with a kiss and return to hotel.

11:14am—Return to scene of crime; Manneken Pis is not dressed in a Trogen Soldure costume, apparently the Brussels athorities don’t like Elliot!

It was actually fairly easy to do, the only problem was we had C██████s camera which does not have a zoom on it, so the pictures are not close ups. And when we went back in the morning with the big camera they had already removed the evidence!

I will post the pictures asap!

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As for the rest of the trip… It could only have been beter if it could have been longer. I had a wonderful time sitting in pubs till all hours of the morning talking about everything with C██████ over many classes of Hoegaarden beer (and it comes in a half litre glass!).

We also went to Ghent to see a friend of C██████’s; Jurgen, who is a composer. We had a good time talking with him and seeing Ghent, I wish I could have seen more of it, but since it was raining we went to see a movie. The coolest thing is that J?rgen is playing piano and telling jokes in a Caberet that is touring Belgium, so if you happen to be planning to go to Belgium soon check out “Een mens sniidt aan twee kanten” (go here to find out more, click on the mask then the name of the show for more info!)

Other than that we ate a lot of falafal pitas and walked around a lot! It was a glorious weekend.

p.s. The missed trains where all on C██████s side, but because here train was late she missed the last connection to Brussels so she had to go to another city and then take a cab to Brussels on DeutscheBahn’s money. The only problem was she had no way of getting ahold of me and I was waiting for her to show up at 11pm at Gare du Nord. The cab dropped her at Gare Central at about 12am. But to make a long story short we finally met up and made it to the hotel. But I just got a message from her that her train back to Jena was late and she missed a connection, so is spending the night in some random German town and will go on to Jena in the morning. Jesus, and I expected that the Germans would be all about on-time trains!