"Amok Time"

Trivia night last night. And my team won. The members: Myself, Erik Larson, John Andrews, Alex Leon, and my father.

Bye Week came in third, but really there team was watered down this week.

So today I am sitting here dreaming of what I am going to have for lunch. wow.

I have an interview at FYE today at 3:30, so I have to make sure I am not busy at work at that time. hmmm... maybe one of them flamethrower burgers from Dairy Queen. That sounds good.

slow day so far here at the blue.

dear blog...fuck you.

CULTURE YOURSELF PINK

ANTIGONE: Ismene, sister of my blood and heart, See'st thou how Zeus would in our lives fulfill The weird of Oedipus, a world of woes! For what of pain, affliction, outrage, shame, Is lacking in our fortunes, thine and mine? And now this proclamation of today Made by our Captain-General to the State, What can its purport be? Didst hear and heed, Or art thou deaf when friends are banned as foes?

ISMENE: To me, Antigone, no word of friends Has come, or glad or grievous, since we twain Were reft of our two brethren in one day By double fratricide; and since i' the night Our Argive leaguers fled, no later news Has reached me, to inspirit or deject.

ANTIGONE: I know 'twas so, and therefore summoned thee Beyond the gates to breathe it in thine ear.

ISMENE: What is it? Some dark secret stirs thy breast.

ANTIGONE: What but the thought of our two brothers dead, The one by Creon graced with funeral rites, The other disappointed? Eteocles He hath consigned to earth (as fame reports) With obsequies that use and wont ordain, So gracing him among the dead below. But Polyneices, a dishonored corse, (So by report the royal edict runs) No man may bury him or make lament-- Must leave him tombless and unwept, a feast For kites to scent afar and swoop upon. Such is the edict (if report speak true) Of Creon, our most noble Creon, aimed At thee and me, aye me too; and anon He will be here to promulgate, for such As have not heard, his mandate; 'tis in sooth No passing humor, for the edict says Whoe'er transgresses shall be stoned to death. So stands it with us; now 'tis thine to show If thou art worthy of thy blood or base.

FIN

hmmm....I just heard that there is an extremly dangerous comp. virus going around in emails titled "WTC" or something like that. the problem is, the virus sends itself disguised as one of your contacts addressess. so ya know, just be careful

get outta here

~Oz