We bottled the mead tonight, got about a case of it, give or take 6 oz.

Now, I’ve done some reading, this quick mead recipe seems pretty good as far as bottling and then drinking goes. One of the other quick mead recipes I saw recommended drinking it within 10 days. I’ll know fo’ sho’ about that next wednesday when we sample this stuff. It should be good. There was a little experiment with this batch as well, figuring out how much sugar for what kind of carbonation within it.

Also, for anyone interested(and anyone who has any extra 2 litre bottles, and a few large pots/pans) there’s a mead recipe that I found that has a 5 day turnaround. I figure December 19th or 20th would be a good day to start it up.

And I want a very large batch of it for Froydstravaganza Pt 2.

If the norwegians thought that the mead hangover was too much for a mortal frame, well hell. I’m-a just gonna have to prove I’m not mortal.

I just ordered a user manual and a service manual for my typewriter.

Now maybe I can straighten some things out on the ol’ beast.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21). Goodbye doesn’t mean forever. Close the chapter on an old situation, and a new level of freedom and energy takes hold. A fabulous offering is presented to you before the sun goes down.

oooo! Fabulous offering!

ROCK!

went really well today.

I’m relatively impressed by the ability of everyone in class to get involved with them, even on topics which no one really knows about.

Very good times.

Ok, so the day started out ok. Made it to school by 10, was working on my rhetrical homework. Class is cancelled.

Woohoo, as listed below. That just set the entire amount of events of today in a confusing spiral.

So instead of doing rhetrical stuff, I worked on my master’s thesis. 6 pages of typewriter pages written today. That’s double what I consider to be a good day. Usually I can do 3, and then I have to stop. But more than that today.

After that, I went over to TrekNorth High School to visit an old teacher friend from High School. I had run into him at a bar last Friday, with my friend Hanson(who was also in his class), which made things very synchronistic if you will. He said I should stop by TrekNorth(the school he started and currently teaches at).

I went in the wrong entrance(that was supposed to be locked(it wasn’t(it just opened up, I swear it))) and set off the alarm. I mentioned that perhaps a sign should be on there that says use the other door. They said there was a sign there. I pointed out that it was facing in rather than out. Then they were really perplexed because I was able to enter in that door. *shrug*

Anyway, all this was because I was told by my friend that I should stop by and talk to him about setting up a trivia team tonight at Brigid’s. So I was going to talk to him about that, but he was in class, so I scrawled out a note and told him to call me. Just as I was going to give the note to a student to give to him, he comes out and talks for a while.

Then he offers me a job supervising study hall for next semester.

Undoubtedly the strangest job offer I’ve ever received.

it’s been an…interesting day.

Woohoo! Class cancelled!

That ROCKS.

now I’m going to sit here, whip out the typewriter and get some more writing done.

December is right around the corner…and you should know what that means:

Froydstravaganza Month!

That’s right, once again the Day of Infamy rolls around celebrating again the birth of the Froyd© onto this mortal coil. Once again the Baby New Year requires some drunken revelry to make sure that it starts out great.

This will be the 5th Annual Froydstravaganza! Part 1 is the celebration of my birth, part 2 is the celebration of the year’s birth.

This year, for part 1, those who join in the festivities will receive t-shirts! I’m thinking the first 25 people to show up will receive one commemorating the event. They’ll read, hopefully, something along these lines:
5th Annual Froydstravaganza Pt 1: Momma Told Me Not to Come!

So, without further ado, the dates:

Froydstravaganza Pt. 1: Friday, December 9th, 2005.
Froydstravaganza Pt. 2: Saturday, December 31st, 2005.

so, if you read this blog and could possibly make one(or two!), it’ll be a blast.

the best site found this week:

The HurraTorpedo Rocumentary

Chuck Norris’ tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother’s womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn’t stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

Chuck Norris once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot broke the speed of light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart while she was flying over the Pacific Ocean.

Chuck Norris won ‘Jumanji’ without ever saying the word. He simply beat the living shit out of everything that was thrown at him, and the game forfeited.

Chuck Norris’s girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, “HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!” and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend’s bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, “Don’t fuck with Chuck!” Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.

To prove it isn’t that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.

Chuck Norris doesn’t read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of “beard”. Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus’ obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse… horses are hung like Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

Chuck Norris lost his virginity before his dad did.

When Chuck Norris has sex with a man, it is not because he is gay, but because he has run out of women.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying “booya”.

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can’t see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.

Macgyver can build an airplane out of gum and paper clips, but Chuck Norris can kill him and take it.

After much debate, President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima rather than the alternative of sending Chuck Norris. His reasoning? It was “more humane”.

There are no disabled people. Only people who have met Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris once shot a German plane down with his finger, by yelling, “Bang!”

Chuck Norris likes to knit sweaters in his free time. And by “knit”, I mean “kick”, and by “sweaters”, I mean “babies”.

Chuck Norris doesn’t understand why you should consult your doctor if your erection lasts for more than 4 hours. His erections have been known to last for up to 15 days.

The original theme song to the Transformers was actually “Chuck Norris–more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris–robot in disguise,” and starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too much awesome for a single show, however, so it was divided into two.

Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress.

When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes. Ever.

from Ehowa.com

of course, that was probably due to my lack of sleep on saturday night, not getting to bed until 4:30 and then waking up at 9.

Alarm this morning went off at 7:30, I shut it off and fell back asleep until 10.

Just as well, the roads were teh suck this morning.

but I’m here, and I’m going to kick some ass. teaching style.

froyd-tang clain ain’t nuffin to funk wit!

according to this article, children are ‘mosquito magnets’. Y’know what that means?

lil’ chillens are more versatile than I once thought. They are good for more than just a midafternoon snack or the occasional sweat shop. and they hardly smell worse than those damned citronella candles.

oooh! I thought of another use for them!

Bear Bait.

from typewriter to computer. No longer is the keyboard so drastically raised in levels, so my fingers are dancing higher than they normally do. No longer do my key strokes have to be so heavy in order to imprint the letter from the hammer through the ribbon to the page, and so I find the keyboard getting a bit of a beating as I adjust.

I’m not complaining. I kind of like the feeling of the change.

it is slick as snot.

A very accurate statement actually…if snot were really cold and covered EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.

but yeah, ’s not really safe to drive today.

is it so odd to write in bars? I’ve been doing it since my senior year of undergrad in my notebook.

Yet, it seems that everyone who sees it(esp. when the bar is loud), seems to think it’s bizarre.

What gives?

Of course, if I really wanted to shock someone, I ought to bring in my typewriter. It’s portable.

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