Aww, hell no! Shit's about to go down! RUN! It's Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 3!

Listen up, all you people out there selling tubs, buckets, and containers of heart disease, various cancers, elevated cholesteral levels, and tasty, tasty french fries. I've HAD IT with your freakin' sizes! I was at Burger King the other day, and someone wanted a small fry. "Sorry, we don't have small fries. We have meduim, large, and instant-death-by-heart-attack." WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! Use your head, marketing people! You may as well make those small, medium, and large, and restore some order to this madness! Or, if you work at one of these places, start the Name Revolution! When someone asks for a small fry, and "medium" is the smallest you've got, give them "medium"! And after you're done with that, shoot your way up the Burger King / McDonald's / wherever-the-hell-you-work corporate chain until they fix it! Damn straight! And while I'm at it, you're next, Places-Which-Serve-Coffe! I've HAD IT with these crap sizes...Venti? Tall? Grande? What the hell! Give me small, medium, and large! I go into Panera's (a bakery / coffee shop) and order a "venti" drink (like it says on the menu) and they look at me like I have a poodle stapled to my forehead, and have no idea what I'm saying. I say "large" and they STILL screw it up! Argh! I surrender.
Thank you, that's it for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 3.

Look for Cy's Rant-o-Rama Vol. 4, coming to a blogspot near you.

Nothin' to say today. Hah!

"Ball-point pens are not for writing! They're for making marks!" Mr. Willis on The Jeffersons.

I agree with that statement...the problem is, being left-handed, I can really only use ball-point pens. Fountain pens don't work well when pushed across paper...now, if I could learn to write backwards from the bottom of the page up, like Da Vinci, I'd be set! I'll stop babbling now.

The ravages of old age!

Today I threw out my back filling a container with water. Bah! The Pain! The Agony! Also, today I vacuum-filtered a 20% glucose solution at the Institute...it took 2 hours to filter 1.8 liters....geez.

...and I watched Bruce Cambell's masterpiece Army of Darkness tonight...huzzah! It was excellent as always.

First off, I apologize for the absence of postings. I have a (should you choose to deem me a) writer's block at the moment, and it's been messing up all my posting attempts. I've had 3 or 4 posts where I wrote half of them and then just gave up on finishing....so hey! You're lucky you got this one! But have no fear, you haven't been missing much. I DID start my internship, and its going well.

Second off....well, there is no second off. I just wanted to start off the previous part with "first off" and I needed a "second off" since I had a first...so here it is, and there I go.

...must...do...calc...homework. Bleh.

Ahoy there! Sorry about the lack of postings...I hate to leave ya'll hanging like that, but not much has been going on save for my birthday (which I thoroughly enjoyed....gracias a mis amigos y mi familia. Discussions are underway in the Coe household for Cy to get a different car, as the Talon of Terror / Talon of Fun and Good Times has been a bit of a bastard lately and taken a liking to overheating (and to think, I just washed and waxed it a couple days ago!). I should be starting my internship at the Tampa Bay Research Insitute (a not-for-profit biomedical research facility) tomorrow. I'll keep all 1 or 2 of you readers posted on how it goes. Speaking of which, if you ARE reading this, sign my guestbook or harass me through cyberspace! Please? I'd like to know who (if anyone) is still reading my digital scrawl.

In other news, the new Radiohead cd, Amnesiac, kicks ass completely.
Also, on a whim I bought Jas. Mathus and the Knockdown Society Play Songs for Rosetta, by one of the singers from the Squirrel Nut Zippers. It's kickass, down-and-dirty delta blues. Go buy it now. NOW. NOW!

I'm 20 now! Damn! Where'd I put my wheelchair...forgetting things already...

One of the best poems ever written! Wahoo! Validation for the dreariness which often can be found lurking about these cyber-halls!

"Terrence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well, the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad."

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be,
There's brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the snack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the east:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
--I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

A. E. Housman

Oh, and here's possibly a new motto for my website!

Lost and (con)Found: Increasing the entropy of the internet, one post at a time.

Well, I got a 95 on my last calc test, and I just bombed a chem test. Have I mentioned that chemistry is the bane of my existence? Well, chemistry and Destiny's Child.

All of the sudden she disappears
just yesterday she was here
somebody tell me if I am sleeping
someone should be with me here
(cause I don't wanna be alone)

I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand
and I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby won't somebody save me please
You won't find nobody home

all of these quiet battered voices
wait for the hunger to come
we got little revolvers and stupid choices
and no one to say when we're done
(Well I don't wanna bring you down)

I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
`cause I know there's little things about me
that would sing in the silence of so much rejection
in every connection I make
I can't find nobody home
I wanna be the last thing you hear when you're falling asleep....

Counting Crows - Catapult

Bah. This summer is taking for ever. Home. Hands are bound. Arms are bare. Tongue is lead. Mind is loose.

Here's something for you all...

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Look! My very own Tower of Bab(ble/el)!

I know, I know...I'll go away now.

Oh yeah, and here's a Random Eddie Izzard quote for you!

"I like my coffee like I like my women - in a plastic cup."

As per usual, not much going on here...I've just resumed reading e e cummings' i six nonlectures. That's pretty much it, except for this...

If you're not part of the solution, then you're part of the problem. That, or you're the equal sign.

Just a brief Brandon Update....Brandon is drunk for the first time since spring break. That is all (for now).

Well, here's just random personal info for all 1 or 2 of you readers out there...I had a crazy dream a couple nights ago. In this dream I wrote a great poem...it was fantastic. Problem is, I only remember fragments of the poem. I'm just hoping I'll dream it again and remember it better next time. That is all (for now).

Alright! It is done. I have finally finished reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead...excellent. I was laughing to myself and looking like a moron in the halls of the SPJC Humanities building while reading it after my chem test (many thanks to the beloved Rachel for loaning me the play). At any rate, I have decided to post what I believe to be the most entertaining/best quotes from the play for those too lazy to read the play to read. Enjoy!

"It's all right - I'm demonstrating the misuse of free speech. To prove that it exists." - Rosencrantz

"Life in a box is better than no life at all. I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking - well, at least I'm not dead! In a minute someone's going to bang on the lid and tell me to come out." - Rosencrantz

"...we are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style." - Player

"I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism." - Guildenstern

Guil: "Why don't you say something original! No wonder this whole thing is stagnant! You don't take me up on anything - you just repeat it in a different order!"
Ros: "I can't think of anything original. I'm only good in support."

"If we stopped breathing we'd vanish." - Rosencrantz

"Incidents! All we get is incidents! Dear God, is it too much to expect a little sustained action?!" - Rosencrantz

"Yes, that much seems certain. I congratulate you on the unambiguity of your situation." - Player

"We've travelled too far, and our momentum has taken over; we move idly towards eternity, without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation." - Guildenstern

"Pirates could happen to anyone." - Player

"Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over...Death is not anything...death is not...It's the absence of presence, nothing more...the endless time of never coming back...a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound..." - Guildenstern

Ok, I'm going to update soon! I swear!