Archive for November, 2003

Legalese?

This here is actually a pretty cool article about some new, legal studies being done with MDMA as a facilitator in getting people to open themselves to psychiatric counseling. The idea is, and this may sound a little wacky to many Americans, that rather than subjecting the patient to years of low-dosage antidepressants, antipsychotics and etc. that it might be more beneficial to temporarily flood the synapses with a much, erm… “higher” level of certain neurotransmitters. In some cases (and with proper guidance of course), this experience may help patients gain insight into the genesis of their emotional or psychological troubles, providing invaluable material for further psychiatric analysis! I found one statement in the article to be rather humorous, however:

“The trial will be double-blind, meaning that neither the patients nor the investigators will know who has taken the drug.”

Uh, sorry for my lack of faith in the scientific method and everything, but Yes… Yes they will. =)

Show me your Tie!

If someone used this and this at the same time, the universe might implode! =)

Men are over, Women are over

Discussion of late has tuned to metrosexuality. Who is? Who isn’t? Who was first and what does it all mean? But maybe it’s possible that many of the people being classified as “metro” are, in fact, members of another group entirely. Maybe it really isn’t about men and women and style and grooming. Maybe it’s just about the brushed aluminium.

Gross Sexual Imposition

Has anyone checked to see where Grover is lately? =)

Hey, I do like that song!

And I may own a Sega CD and an Atari Lynx. But if it came down to the wire, I’d have to give them up in favor of the smoking and the coffee… What kind of hipster am I? What did you expect? But tell me, what about you?

The (Ancient) Greeks Say…

That a man’s deeds on Earth, his Time, will contribute directly to the songs and stories that survive his death, referred to as Kleos. This may go without saying, but what makes it interesting is the correlation made by the ancients between these “immortal” tales and the idea of “real” immortality. As such, the life of the Obituary writer takes on a somewhat unusual significance. Especially (if this is not an oxymoron) in death.

Advice to the Graduate

Waking up, I feel like Chris Farley in that “Hibernol” commercial from SNL. It seems like I”ve been sleeping for weeks. And the dreams! Those fever dreams! I had one that included a live, touring version of “A Mighty Wind” and I woke up to find, it wasn’t a dream at all. It’s a reality! Hahahahaha. =) Anyway, here’s to NyQuil, the panacea for so many of lifes trials and tribulations. And my advice to the reader? When you’re coming down with a cold or the flu or whatever, don’t try to stay awake for 48 hours straight. It just doesn’t make any sense! =P Cheers…

I’m not Fat!

Immature, maybe… =)

That applies to any image-capturing device

Oh God! No… No… Not my eyes!! Nooooooo!!! Aaaaarrrgh!! =)

Oh Yeah… You like that, don’t you?

I, ERIC T. EBERHARDT, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim October 26 through November 1, 2003, as Protection From Bad Pornography Week! No longer should good, honest American citzens be forced to endure poorly lit, photographed and acted pornography! My Friends! How many times have you stared in abject horror as the editor chose to cut away from the action to present you with a ill-concieved “reaction” shot?! And who among us has not had his… uh… “resolve” softened after investing valuable time and effort in downloading a multipart archive set, only to find that the video has been compressed using some wack codec, rendering the file unusable! The time is now to stand up and make your voice heard! Down with Bad Porn! Up with Miniskirts! (Sorry, I can’t resist really bad puns =)




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