So, the Desperate Housewives were slightly less reprehensible tonight....

Due to the lack of cable here in the ghetto, Linus and I took ourselves over to Ruby Slippers to watch this week's episode of The 4400. Groovy! AnnoyingApril is gone, but unfortunately I still want to beat Danny and Tom about the head and shoulders. Anyway, after that was over, Desperate Houswives came on, which our fabulous host enjoys. Last week, Linus and I had to leave half way through because everyone on that show is a complete cunt and we could barely contain our loathing. This week, either they were slightly less loathsome, or we were simply too tired to care.

Why were we so tired, you ask? Because we've been staying up until the wee hours of the morning, which is always fun. See, left to our own devices, we're complete night owls. I think I may be worse than Linus, though. My days and nights would be the complete reverse of the "normal" schedule if I had a choice. However, since I don't have a choice, I've been trying to keep my days as days and nights as nights so I'm not in pain when I have to go to grad school in September. However, the last few nights have been late ones. All of our roomies were gone Saturday and half of today, so Linus and I had the house to ourselves. That was fun, even though he spent most of Sat. napping and surfing eBay for knives and I spent most of it reading graphic novels and playing Kindom of Loathing. We did go to Cheyenne on a whim at, like, 9 pm and ended up at Target. We bought a double package of DVDs (Underworld and Hellboy), and then went right back to Laramie. So very exciting.

Unfortunately, the quiet and relaxing Saturday and fun time with Jim made the craziness we returned to tonight seem even worse. There's a big drinking party going on and I feel like a miserable bitch about it. I have the patience of a gnat right now and I want these screaming drunk people to go far, far away from me. And the nice clean kitchen (which I've had to clean alone for the past three times now, and with Tessa's help the time before that) is fucking thrashed. *sigh*

I'm very, very tired.


The Morning After: Wow, I was cranky last night. I feel better today. Honestly, I'm barely taking any pleasure at all in everyone's hangovers. Also, John is a great houseguest. While Mark and Britt did clean up a bit last night before bed, John got up this morning and cleaned everything up. He can crash in our livingroom anytime he wants, as far as I'm concerned. Thanks, man!

Taking A Break From My Kingdom of Loathing Addiction To Post....

So, I've finally returned from the scary ass militia haven that is northern Idaho to live in Flock Hall with my wonderfully wacky friends. It's been a lot of fun, much to my surprise. It's not that there's anything wrong with the people who live here (well, there is, but it's mostly harmless), it's just that I'm not known for being overly-social or able to share my living space with people. Maybe it's that anything looks good in comparison to the crazy house I was living in back in Idaho, or that I know this is only a temporary living situation, as I will be going to grad school in Ohio in September, but whatever it is, this place is a lot of fun. I really enjoy the little things, like sitting in the living room and reading with Britt and Tessa or getting certain roomies addicted to televised crack.

The one big surprise for me so far has been a pleasant one. I was not expecting it to be so easy for six people to share one bathroom! Yay us!

Identity in Negation

It can sometimes be hard to recall who you are, especially when you are a member of a collective. I have constructed this handy reminder for myself.

I can't be a goth because I'm too tan
I can't be a lesbian because I'm a man
I can't be a stoner because I don't smoke
I can't be queer because semen makes me choke
I can't be a Republican because I'm too bright
I can't be a minority because I'm too white
I can't be a dancer because I'm too vain
I can't be an anarchist because I'm too sane
I can't be vegetarian because I love shellfish
I can't be enlightened because I'm too selfish
I can't be a writer because I'm too lazy
and I won't be a poet because I'm not crazy

Separate, yet one

We live our lives as separate people might go about a subway car, but just like that car rolling on the tracks we are together, moving past eachother trying to get to where we want to be. The roar and bussle of the day is constant yet stagnant while we all come and go as we please.

The evening of the day brings a more somber feeling as the sky assumes autumn hues and the soul becomes restful and weary. Those of us that relish in the dew of night might not be so eager for sleep, but still a sense of settled motion overlays itself upon the house.

Such are the moods of Flock Hall as I can percieve them... we stand as trees within a forest. Separate yet one.

namaste

Dancing Flies

We have a group of flies that like to hang out in the living room and play WWI dog-fighting routines. This was fun to watch for the first week or so, as the flies would hover about one another and swoop and dive towards eachother. Some called this mating, some called this dancing, some called this annoying, and Finally we all called it "done".

So we bought some fly paper. I have yet to see if it is going to work. But today marks the end of the dancing flies.

new day...

so i stayed up late last night talking and reading, and have come to the conclusion that the melancholy was all me... or at least mostly me... i am better now =)

Sup, sup YO!

Sorry about the pic, but I thought we should jus break da ice wit dat. Hi, My name is Mark.... that's Kram, backwards. I'm the jester of the house, I'm also the sivant, the thinker, the Cthulhu follower, the Friar, the fixer, the hard-core camper, the geology nerd, the lifter, the fashion consultant and I like to ride my bicycle... from time to time.

I am currently working two jobs, sleeping when I can, spending a lot of time chatting with the roomies late at night and painting Linus' room. I also enjoy the cheaper rent and the myriad of opportunities to pose for pictures on Linus' blog.

I am also a very spiritually based individual, I accept the knowledge and wisdom of all faiths and walks of life. I think that you'll find that we are a very open, honest and fun-loving crowd.

Have fun out there... and try not to get hurt.

Introduction

For those of you who just tuned in, I'm Robin called Linus. I'm actually known by many names... The Black Pope, His Sinfulness, the Dark Pontiff, Darth Furious, or the "old guy who lives at the end of the hall."

I'm in the final semester of a BS in Religion, then I'll be going on to a PhD program. Don't let the names or the field of study fool you - I'm no believer. In fact, I'm about as skeptical as possible where religion is concerned. The way I see it, that makes me the best possible candidate for the rational study of religion, that least rational of all topics. I'm writing a paper on the conversion experiences of American Bahá'ís in Wyoming. Seriously, it's dead fascinating...

I moved into Flock Hall because I wanted a few things:
1) Cheaper rent
2) Lower utility bills
3) Bathtub
We've got all of those things - my rent is half what it used to be, utilities are split five ways, and the bathtub is great. Living with four friends, however, is a hilarious fringe benefit.

Sometimes, I'm the dad.
("Don't use THAT tape for wiring - you'll burn the fucking house down!")

Sometimes, I'm the oldest kid.
(I put the shirt in the freezer, but it was Mark's idea to soak it in water first...)

Sometimes, I'm the instigator.
("Did you kiss her yet? Go on Britt, she wants you to kiss her!")

I plan to use this blog to record all of my many roles in Flock Hall. Someday, years from now, when my students are bitching about how crazy I am, one of them will unearth this record and say, "Yup, he was a jackass back THEN too!"

ghosts in the hallway

so i thought that living with all these people would mean that i saw them all the time and we spent all our time together and it would be great fun until we were heartily sick of one another... while this may eventually be the case i have found that recently i feel like i hardly see any of my friends. i know this is not true - i can name off activities and those present, but it feels much like we are simply occupying the same general space rather than spending time together... now admittedly this could be, and probably is, as much my fault as any other member of the new household - we are all still very wrapped up in our individual lives, and that is not a bad thing... it is not anything like i imagined in my vauge, misty imaginings of what this group living together would be like... well, that is not entirely true, the pranks have started, and i imagine that they are not at full force yet either... we shall see what happens... and then the cyberworld will read about it.