Samuel Pepys, (23 February 1633 - 26 May 1703) was a leading 17th century English civil servant, latterly famous for his diary. The diary is a fascinating combination of personal revelation and eyewitness accounts of great events, such as the Great Plague and the Great Fire of London.

(His surname is pronounced "Peeps", although some modern relatives with the same name pronounce it "Pep-iss".)


He liked wine and plays, and the company of other people. He also spent a great deal of time evaluating his fortune and his place in the world. He was always curious and often acted on that curiosity, as he acted upon almost all his impulses.

He was passionately interested in music and he both composed, and sang & played for pleasure. He taught his wife to sing, and paid for dancing lessons for her (although these stopped when he became jealous of the dancing master).

He had a rather Puritan outlook on life, and periodically he would resolve to devote more time to hard work instead of leisure. For example, this entry on New Year's Eve, 1661, "I have newly taken a solemn oath about abstaining from plays and wine..." The following months reveal his lapses to the reader as by 17 February "And here I drank wine upon necessity, being ill for the want of it."


from wikipedia.org

Here's a segment called "Things I find enjoyable":

Not using the word "that" very often in my writing is something I find enjoyable. Thanks Peter Moller! Welch's 100% Grape Juice is something I find incredibly delicious again after taking a hiatus during adolescence. Chocolate cake. Chocolate cake is always enjoyable, especially after a long day at work and having it be free although it was sitting out for a couple hours in the green room beforehand. The Autumnal Equinox is something I still find enjoyable, however, at the moment I am currently missing it terribly. And this 80 degree Fahrenheit day sent me reeling for a certain weather I recognize from my past. For shame! Oh and language I like. I like language a lot. Especially those of Germanic and Slavic origin. They sound the exact opposite of what a nice lad like me would like--a harsh, grueling language and/or alphabet with uncharacteristic letters and signs.




For shame!

Notes from yesterday's production meeting:

TODAY'S SHOW!!!!

-more intimate; Adam will caress the camera; take a look at him
-Vito Acconci-style

-1780's Guy???????? ---- Machiavellian Countenance

"Honey, tell that story. The one about the gangbang in Abercrombie." I smile and oblige.

Blesmols, like most other fossorial rodents, speciate rapidly. Humans do not. But we think we do.

Blesmols, are the only protrogomorphous hystricognaths. I am the only human.

I just did something crazy and am going to blog about it. No, that's what Adam said he's going to do. I hope that he still does and this doesn't scare him away... his Microphones t-shirt tail between his legs all the way to the edit suites. I know that it won't. He's a cocky muthafucka all because of those goshdarn Patriots. And that's OK, because hey, who's 1-0 and who's 0-1-G-L-E-S right now?

I just got in tonight from hanging out with a few folks in the Manayunk section of Philadelphia tonight and I'm quite happy. Dan, who just bought a house there, says that is an area where the hipsters meet the white-trash. I couldn't agree more, and I like it. Cheap living close to both school and the city. I told Jess that I want to move there no matter what and just finance a home. I didn't get the reception I was looking for, as immaculate as it could've been, and I completely understand. It's just a lot of me talking and not a lot of me doing. But I meant it and still do.

So what's everyone's opinion of pomegranate nectar? I always see it in the organic / pricey / toph peeler section of my literally neighborhood grocery store and am tempted. Any help would be appreciated. Is it good on pancakes? In tea? On Honey Nuts? Because that's all I every eat and fall asleep in for breakfast anymore.

So all day I have been totally getting into hip-hop. Its weird! I never used to listen to the stuff. I was a huge metal fan. Van Halen was always the end-all and be-all with me. I couldn't get enough of that. Man how I wish I lived through the 80's, you know, not just grew up in the 80's. I was a 90's kid. I lived through the 80's, but I was born late enough so that I remember the Pistons winning the NBA title against the Lakers in 89, but not their classic loss to the Celtics in the Conference finals the year before. I remember the 89 series with a lot of haze, but some very lucid scenes, especially in my grandparents house, in the cold basement with the black tiles and the old couches college kids pick up off the side of the road. The basement was always cold even in the summer. It had the old furnace, the new(er) furnace and the bathroom built by my uncle (as the story goes, my uncle was drunk when he built it and that is why the door doesn't fit to a "T" and the shower is apparently slanted) I don't ever remember that. All I remember is the constant supply of Squirt and Faygo Redpop in the pantry. Sometimes there would be 7up or Faygo Orangepop, but it was a treat when I went down to that dank Dearborn basement with stairs that creaked even before the house was built and found in the pantry next to the laundry detergent and bleach a wonderful 12 pack of Faygo Rock'n'Rye. The most amazing liquid ever to touch these lips. That and Vernors, the deliciously crisp ginger ale with a hint of cream making it so so sweet. Why does Detroit have some fantastic soda pops. And so old too! Its almost laughable.

But now I am totally into hip hop. What I wouldn't give right now to be cracking Master P jokes with Bill in our Dellplados split double or some ol' fashioned Craig impersonations of JT Money in Cosens' backyard. Even McGlone should get in on that -ish. I think Bill's been sort of feeling it too. I noticed the Sage Francis quote in his away message. And it got me thinking of freshman year when we listened to Rapping with Apathy over and over again. Krauser! Get up in there!

Those were fun times. I remember laughing a good while.

I've moved on since then. I listen to a lot of folk music now. But today I caught myself humming an old Alias line from a Deep Puddle song. My old favorite "I motion eye motion", which graced many away messages and profiles. I am now on www.ohhla.com (Original Hip Hop Lyrics Archive) to try and locate the song. I thought it was from Where the Wild Things are, but I was wrong. Oh well. I will listen to it when I get home. I think I brought it across the country with me. It is one of those albums I cannot live without.

Oh yeah, I listen to hip hop now.

Finally!

Despite my lack of knowledge on the sport, I still find it to be very entertaining and exciting. Just read the article and tell me if you cannot imagine the rowdiness and comraderie behind the words. This means so much to them!

I de S et ux. V. W de S
At the Assizes, 1348.
Y.B.Lib.Ass. folio 99, placitum 60.

Facts: Def. came at night to pl.’s house to buy wine. Door was closed, so def. knocked on it with his hatchet. Pl.’s wife put her head out of the window and told def. to stop. Def. struck at pl.’s wife with the hatchet but missed.

Issue: Can pl. recover damages for an assault when there is no harm done?

Held: If you “with force and arms…make an assault” on someone, they are entitled to recover damages from you. Pl. is able to recover damages because this constituted an assault.

Analysis: Although no harm was done, an assault was intended and punitive damages were awarded.

Old roommate and all-around good guy Adam Frucci will be joining us now. I mean, how could you say "no" to this?





I also added new / deleted old fun links along the right hand side. Also, I condensed the archives by month to give this difficult land a slightly cleaner look.

Let's keep it together.

The New Jersey Vegetable Monster

orangesauce: do you want us to take down the x-mas tree

Auto response from oomralb: LAST DAY !!!

oomralb: FUCK NO
oomralb: turn that shit on and make it spin
orangesauce: okay
orangesauce: it doesn't spin
oomralb: wheres tim the tool man taylor when you need him
oomralb: hey can you guys do me a favor and vaccuum my room
oomralb: oh shit
orangesauce: what?
oomralb: and take down the lights above my dresser
orangesauce: don't worry
orangesauce: we'll make a nice design instead of the heart
orangesauce: possibly a phallus
oomralb: haaaa
oomralb: hows the house looking?
oomralb: presentable?
oomralb: spray the oust all over
orangesauce: indeed
oomralb: oooh throw out all the rotten shit in the fridge
oomralb: and politely ask Mr. C. Roach to stay where we can't see him
orangesauce: will do
orangesauce: duder
orangesauce: your room is vacuumed
orangesauce: and everything looks nice
orangesauce: the refrigerator is empty save for a pack of carrots and condiments
orangesauce: and some jelly, apple butter, and butter on the side door

Al's parents are coming today. Its his last day of work. I have the day off.