Thursday, November 30, 2000
In the last week I have added more information to my site than any other week in the short fifteen months of
its existence, and I don't even feel like I've done much work. Copying and pasting really adds up, ya know?
Also, important things are happening at nickd.org (read: go to
nickd.org now). I wish Nick the best ... ˇViva la revalución!
Not many people know this, but being a fool is a finely tuned art. Foolishness isn't brought about by
clumsiness, or stupidity; it's carefully engineered by hours of training. For example, how many times have you
been out with some friends, and the group doesn't seem to be talking, or getting on. It's quiet. It's uneasy.
What can you do?
Enter the fool.
He walks in, usually hitting his head. You'll know him when you see him. Think back to the last time you went
to a theme park. Remember the "novelty" hats and accessories that look like such a great idea when they're on
the shelves? Jesters hats, rotating ties, huge felt top hats, anything which inflates - he's wearing them. He
spots you at the other side of the room. He waves at you. People turn and look, and he smiles, completely
unaware. It may seem like he's just being annoying, but he's entered step one of acting the fool. He's there
to create a distraction. Look at the facts - before he came, everyone was quiet. Now you're laughing at him,
you're talking to each other about how embarassing he looks. You've made contact. He's won.
The fool joins the group.
He sits by you, and grins inanely. You look into his eyes and you can literally *feel* him bouncing inside.
The fool can sit still, and you'd still swear blind he was doing cartwheels and giggling. You suddenly lose
your train of thought. What in the world was it that you were going to say next? Shaking your head, you move
on. Why did he do that? I'll tell you why. Step two. He's broken up the conversation. He's recognized all the
signs of it going downhill: small talk, little eye contact, looking at watches. He's got you out of the loop,
he's forcing you to stay fresh and on your feet. If not, he knows that soon, you'd be straying into saying
something foolish, and without his training there's no way you'll live it down. Two-nil to the fool.
He speaks.
Nothing can describe this moment. With a single phrase, he manages to insult himself, use three sexual
innuendos, and mix his words up completely. You watch, mesmorized as he tells stories with no meaning, no
direction, no relevance ... but everybody enjoys it. He's actually *entertaining* the whole group. His voice,
while being a constant background noise, is soothing and makes you want to chuckle. You wonder just what it is
about him that brings up this warm feeling inside you. What you don't know, and the fool does, is step three.
He's breaking down the barriers that you put up around yourselves to keep everyone out. His light relief makes
you want to giggle, and you've heard him put his foot in his mouth so often you start to secretly anticipate
when he's going to say something next, and you even start to score his comments. You begin to look around the
room, and you see everyone else having fun. You start to warm to everyone, you speak up a little, take a few
risks with the conversation, make a few jokes, tell a few lighthearted stories. That person across the table,
the one you've been looking at for just the slightest moment longer, starts to smile at you. You all shuffle
in a little closer together. You start to enjoy yourselves. Mark another one up for the fool.
He leaves.
The fool slowly speaks less and less. He backs away from the group, and slips away into the shadows. He's
spent the evening helping you to get to know each other better. He doesn't want to stay any longer. He's been
thinking of her. No one notices as he leaves the room, and removes his novelty headgear. He walks to his house
alone. Why? Because he will always be the fool. He has sacrificed part of himself for you and your friends.
They'll think of him and laugh, but they'll never really know what he feels. He longs for the feelings of the
ones he's with. Especially her. But she doesn't realize. She just sees him as the joker of the pack. Always
ready to put his foot in it.
Why am I telling you this?
Spot the fool, embrace his ways. Bring him in, talk to him. See past the image he makes for himself. Talk to
him, make him truly smile. He's sacrificed his happiness for yours. Make sure you appreciate him.
And oh, the third essay I wrote for English 1101. Just so you know, by using a Philosophy book as our English
textbook, my professor helped to ensure that I enjoy this English class more than any I have ever had before,
ever. That aside, this essay was written the day after the one I showed you yesterday, and deals with the
concept of God, or lack-there-of, as some of you see it. I try to keep an open mind with what I share, but I
do not and will not hold back my beliefs. Now this particular paper was incomplete at the time I turned it in.
I remember having a rough night as I was writing the paper, not feeling entirely healthy, so I went to bed
with what I had. I intended to finish it the next morning, but I had forgotten to set my alarm in my haste to
sleep off my aches, and I woke up just in time to make it to class. No harm done - I got an A anyway, making
two out of three papers I've written so far an A. That's better than ever, for me. *ahem* What I wrote in this
paper, or any of these philosophically enhanced papers, may not necessarily reflect my current or past beliefs
wholy, but they do reflect partial beliefs, concepts that are easier for me to grasp, and thus easier to write
at the time the pen was forced upon me! So, as always, any comments, questions, threats, etc. should be
promptly sent directly to me (or that brick wall, whichever accepts).
The concept of God can be a difficult one to grasp especially in today's world - a world in which anyone that
believes in God is trying to define exactly what God is. To even attempt to grasp such a concept, one must
first recognize his own beliefs in respect to the following questions: Is God our creator? Is God omnipotent
(all-powerful) or omniscient (all-knowing) or both? Does God care? Is God with us? Does God interfere with
life on earth? These questions should be asked and carefully answered if one should truly wish to identify his
specific beliefs in God's existence and persistence.
One common perception of God is that God is not so much a being, but according to seventeenth century
philosopher Benedict Spinoza, that "God is everything, identical to the universe itself." That is to say that
God is a part of all humans, all animals, all objects, and all matter in the universe. This particular view is
called pantheism, which is literally defined to mean that there is no God, but only the combined forces and
laws that are manifested in the existing universe. According to Spinoza, we are each and all an integral part
of God, not as individuals or even humanity as a whole but as an integral part of what Spinoza called the "One
Substance." He also believed that we are each and all components of some greater being, a being so
unimaginably large that we are each nothing more than tiny parcels of matter in that being's blood.
Another fairly common perception of God is of relation God's necessity to physics, referred to as Deism and
heavily supported by the French philosopher Voltaire. This view is of a God who created the universe and then
abandoned it, assuming no control over life, exerting no influence on natural phenomena, and giving no
supernatural revelation. While similar in some aspects to pantheism, such as the lack of supernatural
intervention, deism is far different, for a deist believes that God truly exists, or that some supreme creator
existed at one time in order to create the universe. Voltaire's view reduced God to a minimum, but did not
refer to him as merely the components of the universe. Instead, deism refers to a God that created the
universe, and then left it to grow and develop freely, without intervention.
Wednesday, November 29, 2000
Warning. The following has been borrowed in part legitimately from
nickd.org. Due to pecularity, parental discretion is advised. It is also advised
that you pay a visit to nickd.org, for why else would I borrow the work of a
creative genius online colleague? Also take note that today's update is probably the largest
in the history of my page. I apologize in advance for the blood, sweat, tears and boredom that shall result.
Funny emails make me laugh:
To: nickd@nickd.org
Subject: Nick, someone you know has an eCRUSH on you!
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Who loves ya, baby? We know someone who does! To find out
who it is go to [censored as a spoiler].
You've been eCRUSHed! Someone *you know* has a crush on
you and has listed you with www.eCRUSH.com. We keep our
secrets, and can't tell you who this person is (at least
not just yet).
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You can only guess where it sent him next. My guess, he went ahead and clicked it and put forth his damnedest
efforts to figure out who the guilty part was/is. Or he might have instantly recognized the email as web page
material, hence why it is coming to you now. Or better still, and the most likely scenario, he fabricated the
whole idea and sent an eCrush to himself for the ... well God know's why. But that brought up another idea of
his: "I wonder what would happen if someone hacked ecrush.com's private database... all the relationships
and crushes that they were privy to, worldwide, would be brought out into the public. Think about the gossip!
The general melodrama that would result! It would be so funny to have the opportunity to look in on that from
the outside. Think about it! *grin*" A bit of wishful thinking there, Nick? Whatever, it's my turn.
Or not. I have decided instead to post another rant originally from the lord and savior of this web page,
neotope.com. Take it any way you wish.
The internet or web whatever you want to call it is getting dumb. This site in one way or another is helping
to make the internet dumb. Do people really care about my web site, my journal, my ... whatever it is? Or am I
just wasting some small amount of bandwidth, server space and the such that could be used for more valuable
resources. [Matt] being a Computer Science major [I am an Information Technology major], I really have the
feeling the the web is getting dumb. Currently almost anybody can use the web and can do
almost anything they want with/on it. But! ...in turn I have the feeling that this is a good
thing for me and for other people in the computer industry/field. With more individuals relying on the
internet they will need people to run the internet and the myriad of sites that make it up. That is where
someone like me or someone like Matt can really take advantage. We, the people that are running the web sites,
may eventually be able to prosper off of the general stupidity of people. So while this is good for everyone
making money is this really good for the people that are not really dumb but maybe are not as tech savy to be
fully involved with the internet? I am sure some people have no idea what I am talking about, but if you do
and you have comments then please send them to Matt and he'll post them.
Now I would like to leave you with the second of several essays I have written for my English class. This one
was written back in early September. The first paper really had no purpose other than to be a narrative of
some kind and relating to a specific chapter in our book dealing with the "lessons of life." The second paper
was a modification of the first paper, if the writer chose to take that route instead of writing an all new
paper, with the "meaning of life" incorporated. While not outstanding, I feel like I did a good job. I managed
my first A paper since early my senior year, and I began the only string of A papers I've ever had in my life.
I mean really, throughout high school, I never had more than two consecutive A papers... Again, if you feel as
though something here is worth a comment, I'd be glad to accept it, and respond to it if necessary.
My eighteen years of life on this planet have been a bit confusing. I have learned of many aspects of life
from which one can draw meaning, if indeed such meaning can be drawn. I have also learned that there can be no
singular meaning of life to stand for us all, or even any one of us. What I have learned above all is that
trying to put words to the meaning of life is a task of absolute absurdity. This is not to be confused with
the idea that life has no meaning, for life certainly has meaning. However, there is no single meaning of life
to be defined - life is different for us all. Therefore, rather than define life for an entire planet, I shall
try to explain what life means as I perceive it, and why it means so.
When I was a child I felt as though I owned the world. I lived my young life oblivious to the struggles and
triumphs of society, simply happy for being in my place with my things. On one cool January evening, as I sat
in my room playing with my favorite action figures, simply holding my contentment, my father interrupted my
peace to take the family out for dinner.
The meal was pleasant to my knowledge, but so ordinary in itself that the meal has long been forgotten, except
dessert. I wanted ice cream, but I had no care for the waffle ice cream cones; I preferred my ice cream to be
served in a bowl. As I extended for my spoon, it slipped between my fingers and tumbled to the floor. I was
taught to never eat with a dirty utensil, but to leave it on the floor would be impolite, so I reached for it
intending to place it on the table. As my fingers grasped the shiny object, my forehead nudged the bowl of ice
cream that happened to be conveniently near the edge of the table. It was a healthy nudge, just enough to
catapult a considerable glob of low-fat strawberry ice cream onto my head.
On looking back at that moment, the meaning of life has gradually begun to show its face to me. Life is a
complicated twist of suffering, laughing, and learning all merging to tell a great story - or great many
stories. Based on this view, "it is not the end goal or outcome of life that gives life meaning but rather the
quality of the story, the quality with which one lives out and develops his or her role."
At the time, this event seemed rather insignificant and did not merit remembrance. However, its catastrophic
effects on my attitude that evening may have helped to mold me into the person I have become. I learned that
suffering through such an event, as childish as it was, is quite necessary in any life. Such pains are part of
an interminable cycle and only generate balance in one's life (p. 62, 'Life as Suffering'). Despite my horrid
time spent that evening, the laughter brought since the incident is a worthy tradeoff. Laughter is an all too
necessary function of life, just as suffering and the wide range of other emotions. "Some thinkers would
emphasize the importance of sophistication in humor, but others would say that laughter itself is what is
important." Whatever the case may be, laughter is an important ingredient in life, and must not be taken for
granted nor ignored.
Despite such emotional ties to life, I have also learned that life is not only about emotions. Those emotions
are generated from the chain reactions created endlessly in all manners of life. Life is not so much based on
those emotions, rather, life is based on the learning and continuous progression of thought throughout our
existence based on those emotions and other reactions. All emotions and new experiences are direct responses
based on previous emotions and experiences, which are based on what we learn. To learn is to change, and to
change is to learn - it is a reciprocal relationship, and both aspects are required elements of life.
What does this mean? Does this mean that life is merely a story written from the suffering and laughing over a
few revolutions around a star, while learning what can be learned before the experience is over? I try not to
confuse life with such confusing meanings, for there are far too many reasons to contradict such meanings and
even more opinions. Simply put, the sole purpose of life is to just go with the flow. Whatever happens should
happen naturally, and it cannot happen by any other method. Even supernatural interference, if present, can be
viewed as natural, for who or what am I to decide that the hand of God is not natural? Who am I to say that I
am even living outside of my own mind?
In conclusion, I have narrowed life to one simple purpose: to live.
Tuesday, November 28, 2000
I'm quite sure that no one reading this has noticed or no one cares, unless you're reading this as a result,
but my site has taken in a wave of traffic over the past few hours because my good friends over at
detonate.net decided to link to my Funny Money
story. For those of you that are here for the first time and don't know me personally, I apologize for the
site. Had I known you were coming, I might have dressed it up a little, or I would have been better prepared
in any case. Either way, enjoy your stay, and remember my policy - you break you buy.
Also, anyone who does know me personally, or my wonderful girlfriend Dalila, do be sure to wish her a
happy seventeenth birthday today! She'd love to hear from you, I promise!
Now I would like to leave you with an essay I wrote back in August for my English class. I don't feel it to be
a particularly good piece of writing - I picked up a B+, the only paper I haven't made an A on this year, hey
it was my first, okay?! - but I feel that the content is rather humorous, and it is a true story... So
if any of you happened to witness this incident about ten years ago, feel free to speak up and laugh at me.
I was eight years old, and the world was my oyster - rather, the world was my peanut; oysters are overrated.
It was a cool January evening, and I was quietly playing with my Legos™ in the living room, oblivious to the
war on the television in front of me. This particular evening, my dad decided to splurge and take the family
out for dinner. My perspective of the evening could have summed up my life - peaceful and happy. I had no
intelligence in me, only the joys and woes of an ordinary child.
Peaceful and happy, that is, until dessert. I had no care for the sad excuse of cones that were offered to
accompany the ice cream, so I preferred to have my ice cream in a bowl. As I prepared to devour the contents
of the dish with my freshly unwrapped spoon, I twitched, and the spoon dropped to the floor. I was no longer
planning to use the spoon - there were others on the table to use - but I was not just going to leave it
there. I reached down to pick up the spoon, and it just gleamed at me as if it meant to fall to the ground.
The moment my fingers grasped the shiny little thing, my head tapped the bowl of ice cream, conveniently at
the edge of the table, catapulting a sizeable glob of low-fat strawberry ice cream onto my head.
At that very moment, I learned many of the so-called "Lessons of Life." I first learned chance: really, who
stopped to ponder the idea of my ice cream landing on my head? If the event were replayed a second time,
forces of nature would likely send the ice cream sprawling to the floor. I then learned conflict: there was
absolutely nothing funny about the ice cream on my head, for it was only sitting there, but everyone insisted
on laughing - quite hysterically, in fact. The best response I could muster was, "Stop laughing! Just STOP
LAUGHING!" as everyone around laughed more outrageously; even the walls seemed to laugh. Despite my obvious
troubles, my family decided to continue with their meals rather than spare my embarrassment.
I learned many horrible lessons that night, but ice cream to the head is really not all that enlightening. The
incident did change me, though. It was that night when I first wondered why something had happened to me. Not
how, not who, not where or what or when, but why. I had never asked why and actually thought about the reasons
behind something.
As expected of most eight-year-old children, I easily passed by the trauma I was delivered. However, the newly
acquired method of thought has since developed and has become a significant portion of my consciousness.
Despite always being taught to read and believe anything found in my textbooks, I have begun to contemplate
the reasoning behind the intricacies of life. Why do we exist? What are time and space? Why is the word whom
still a part of the English language? Such questions that were, and likely still are, above any of my
primitive methods of thinking, yet I continue to search for the answers.
There now, was that so bad? I plan to add all of my English papers to my page over the next few days. I'll do
so one at a time so as not to flood you with an overwhelming amount of crap to read through. I believe there
are about seven more, so watch for them! And let me know what you think...
Monday, November 27, 2000
I have finally finished the transition from the old design to the not-so-new-anymore design, not that you care
much. The last couple of pages to make the adjustment were the pictures and
mIRC page. I also added and updated a LOT of information all over the
mIRC page, so give that a look if you know what you're doing!
But first and foremost I would like to wish my lovely girlfriend Dalila an early happy birthday! She will be
seventeen tomorrow; I only hope she enjoys her day. I doubt she'll read this, so I'm gonna keep it clean of
mushy love stuff.  Wish me luck on my TWO research papers due this Thursday and Friday and
the third due next Friday; they're a real bitch. (Or would that be "they're real bitches"?) And yes, I am
aware that I said first and foremost in the second paragraph. Don't bother me.
Sunday, November 26, 2000
Last night was a success, on the surface. On their last day before traveling back to their respective college
homes, I had many friends over to enjoy my mom's spaghetti once again (she'll cook something different as soon
as I get a small enough group that something different is appropriate!), and afterward we enjoyed bowling and
the new Garden of Eatin'. Zach, you won't ever read this, but mom's disappointed in you! You've missed three
of these things in a row!
I really don't want to go back to school. For the first time ever, I just really don't want to go. I've always
enjoyed school (somewhat, not like I enjoy football or anything), and I've always gone without much complaint,
and I've been consistent with my work. But right now, I just don't want to go. I've never just not
wanted to go to school before, at least not like this. I guess the different pressures and stresses from eight
different angles are hitting harder than they ever have before this year. By trying to keep things simple, as
I always have, I've been immensely successful at complicating everything. By keeping one thing simple, I
complicate two others; one step forward, two steps back. Ah, such is life. But don't worry about me, in three
long weeks I'll be done with school for a month, then I get to start it all over again! Maybe with a math
class in there things won't be so stressful next go 'round.
Friday, November 24, 2000
 21 - 7 
Great season guys! If only the "Naked Boys" had kept their shirts off as always, perhaps we could have won.
Then again, I don't believe in that superstitious crap, so I'm just saying it for my own bizarre reasons. I'm
not disappointed really, the Demons had an awesome season. Sadly, Northside also lost. For some stupid reason,
most of the people I was around were thrilled that Northside lost ... WHY?! Now we have no one to represent
Warner Robins left in the playoffs, so where's the fun in that? The closest we have is Westside in Macon, who
I expect will win next week, but I don't think Westside will beat East Coweta OR Parkview, who play each other
next week. Westside won't make it past the state semifinals, I think. Anyway, if you care to update yourself
on the rest of the Georgia AAAAA playoffs action, I've got brackets updated.
Thursday, November 23, 2000
I've never really liked Thanksgiving. In comparison to the normal day, it's great. But for all the recognition
it gets as such a great holiday, I just don't get it... It's just a premature form of Independence Day in
which people travel and cook and meet people that they only see once or twice a year, usually after the death
of a relative or something. Certainly Thanksgiving is a much happier reason to come together than a loved
one's death, but that's only because of the entire planet's misconstrued view(s) of death. As for the food,
it's usually about average. I have better meals (not counting dessert) on the average Tuesday night than I do
at Thanksgiving. The same relatives make the same off-the-wall dishes every year, and while a few are good,
those same not-so-good dishes always make their comebacks as well. Eh, I don't know where I'm going with this.
I think I'm just upset. Yes, I'm sure I am. I have my reasons, and if you haven't heard about them yet, you'll
hear in the next few days. Enjoy your holiday, and ignore my pitiful excuse for a rant.
Wednesday, November 22, 2000
Election, concession, retraction, positioning, recounting, litigation, allegations. Everybody got that? If
you're having trouble following the flurry of activity down in "America's wang," you're in the majority. Rest
assured, gentle reader, the politicians and lawyers (some of whom are the same people) don't necessarily want
you to know what's going on. But there's one fact that at this point we can assure you of: both the Republican
and Democratic forces have lied, cheated or stolen to get to this point.
Whether it's allegations of hiding ballots, misleading voters, or even eating chads, everyone's been accused
of something, and chances are they're guilty. All you need do at this point is sit back and enjoy the
"Ultimate Reality TV" show as it plays out. And try not to dwell on the fact that almost exactly half of the
country voted for the wrong candidate. Which of the candidates is wrong? Well, that is and has been up to you.
God bless America...
A third recount by Florida election officials has "definitively determined" that Green Party candidate Ralph
Nader was defeated in the state. "There was a very significant 25,603 vote discrepancy between the first two
counts, with Nader losing by respective margins of 2,812,339 and 2,837,942, so we decided to conduct a hand
recount," Florida Attorney General Jim Smith said. "We now know that Nader lost by precisely 2,821,278 votes."
It is not yet known whether Nader lost to Gore or Bush.
In a somewhat related news story, Al Gore was rattled Monday when President and long time friend Bill Clinton
asked him a hypothetical question that clearly was not hypothetical. "What the hell did he mean by,
'Hypothetically speaking, if you and Tipper were into threesomes, would you consider me?'" Gore asked. "That's
not the kind of thing you just ask hypothetically." Gore added that he likes Clinton and everything, but damn.
And completely unrelated, I am a hypocrite ... not practicing what I preached on August 30. I'm not thinking
with a clear head and I'm making some decisions for all the wrong reasons. I'm jumping the gun just a bit, not
giving myself time to consider what's really best for all parties involved. Has this ever happened to you?
Tuesday, November 21, 2000
We voted two weeks ago; do you know who your President is? Bill Clinton! But that's not the meaning of the
question I asked and you know it, smartass. It's been two weeks since the vote and we still have no idea who
we've elected ... ain't that some shit? So, as previously reported, alternate methods of electing our next
President have been devised, and one such way is the Presidential Dance-Off which
you all must vote in. One thing is guaranteed: there will not be a revote in this election! If there is a tie
of any kind, I will cast the deciding vote. Bush over any other, Gore over Nader (though after all this crap
Gore has put us through I might be hesitant to vote for him).
Just for now, the pictures are to be unsorted, other than by filename. Note that "lilpimp" is my younger
brother, Jim, and "bigpimp" is my dad. You'll also see my sister and my mom, but I don't think you'll have any
problems picking them out. Anyway, here's the list! Due to the graphic nature of this content,
parental discretion is advised. Also, the data has been edited for the purposes of fitting into the allotted
space frame. And here's a good one to start... Hi Bailee!
If I told you I was the ugly one, which would I be?
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Monday, November 20, 2000
Not that any of you care, but I do: My friend Dan has finally brought his website back from oblivion and back
into the public domain. If you're curious, see it here. If not, click it
anyway. I hope all of you enjoy your holiday! I'm going to do my best to see as many of my high school friends
as I can while they're all in town ... if you're one of them, give me a call!
Sunday, November 19, 2000
See that little demon face at the top left of the page? Click it to read all about Warner Robins Football as
the team progresses further into the playoffs. Also, don't forget to place your vote in the
Presidential Dance-Off! Unless the tally is too close to call, in which a
painstakingly enduring recount process will be set forth, expect the results of the election to be announced
sometime before December 1. And last but not least, I feel as though some of you should know. I have finally
proven that bowling 200 is not a fluke - I bowled a 187 game this Saturday night, followed by a 223 game. I do
believe I've finally found my technique. I'm almost ready to go pro!
Saturday, November 18, 2000
If you're here for the Presidential Dance-Off, vote here. If you're not, I
strongly advise that you at least take a peek at it anyway - it's funny! And we all like laughing, right? Give
it a whirl, and if it's dumb, it shouldn't take more than a minute of your time anyway. Now to football.
41 - 0 
Warner Robins beat the Colquitt County Packers 41-0 last night in the first round of the Georgia High School
Football AAAAA playoffs. For a full, printer-friendly version of the playoffs brackets, clickety-click
yourself this way. You might to adjust your printing options, page setup,
paper size, etc., in order to fit the entire bracket onto paper in any legible form, but it can be done. Or,
if you would rather not print it up, I promise to have the scores and updates up-to-date every weekend.
Perhaps not immediately, but the scores will be up before Monday morning for sure. I don't know why I care so
much this year, I just do... Go Warner Robins.
Friday, November 17, 2000
Based upon the hand counting requested by the lawyers for the Democratic National Committee, a tenth reindeer
by the name of "Olive" has been discovered. Review of numerous Christmas carols has revealed this previously
overlooked information. Who has not made mention during the holiday season to "Olive the other reindeer"? A
final reindeer count is expected to be completed and certified not later than December 26, 2000, at 5:00pm.
Now stay tuned for our Presidential dance-off – the winner shall be declared President of the United States!
(Remember to hold your mouse over each to see what they're saying, unless you use Netscape, in which case it
won't work.)
 
Thursday, November 16, 2000
The Georgia High School Football Region 2AAAAA Playoffs begin tomorrow night (see the
playoff brackets here). Warner Robins is the number one ranked team in Georgia, Northside still number two
(deservedly so) after last week's loss to Warner Robins. Just so the few that follow my page here know my
opinion on the subject, I'm rooting for Warner Robins, Northside, Houston County, Valdosta and Lowdnes County
to get as far as they can. The rest I don't really care about. It doesn't help much that
Houston County is up against Valdosta and Northside is up against Lowdnes tomorrow night - two of the four
will be eliminated this weekend, which will leave me three teams to root for. This also leaves one fourth of
the brackets free of any teams I would like to go to the finals, though of the eight teams represented, I
would most like to see Southwest Dekalb or Westside. Opinions, etc., should be placed on the
message board.
So, tomorrow night is the first of five games that the Warner Robins Demons will win before being crowned
AAAAA State Champions in Georgia. Warner Robins will start by facing Colquitt County, a 7-3 team that lost to
Valdosta, Lowdnes County and Aiken, a South Carolina team. This means that next week the Demons will be up
against (most likely) Starr's Mill, an undefeated team from region 4AAAAA. And if all goes well for the first
two playoff games, it should only get more difficult! Northside faces their tougher opponent up front, and if
they win Saturday night, I would expect Northside to make it pretty far into the playoffs. There is a good
chance that both Warner Robins and Northside could make it to the finals. (As good as any other two teams,
really, but Warner Robins and Northside are the numbers one and two ranked teams in the state!) Enough
speculation, I'll see you at the game tomorrow night!
Tuesday, November 14, 2000
It has been one week since our nation voted on our President-to-be, and we still do not know who it will be.
Lawsuits are imminent (not to be confused with eminent), insults are flying, and I can guarantee you that had
the Florida vote been in Gore's favor, Bush would have ceded the presidency to Gore and none of this BULLCRAP
would have been forced upon us. Thanks, Mr. Gore, you've earned Bush's votes for him. Do take note of my lame
excuse for a quote below... a bit of an interesting word that I doubt very many of us are familiar with. Now
wish me luck! I have a huge history paper due tomorrow and I am off to finish my research - now!
Saturday, November 11, 2000
After many weeks of inconsistent rankings and agonizing anticipation, two giants met last night to battle out
what could possibly be the greatest sporting event in Georgia each year - the Warner Robins vs. Northside
high school football regular season finale. Every year at this time, it seems, both teams are on cruise
control, well on their way to the region championship and likely even more. Also every year at this time,
however, each team must face the other in a final showdown. Only one can take the city championship; and only
then can that victor take the region championship. This year, for the first time of 43 meetings, Warner Robins
and Northside met as the top 2 ranked teams in the state; Warner Robins #1, Northside #2. Throughout the
course of the season, and especially leading up to the big game, national polls seemed confused about the two
teams: which should be ranked higher? Many chose Northside because Northside ended last season with a higher
ranking. Others chose Warner Robins because Warner Robins knocked off Lowdnes County early in the season,
previously the #1 team in the state - Northside has no such big opponents outside the region. If I were to
take a guess, I would say that on the average Warner Robins was ranked #17 and Northside about #20 in the
country. Two top 20 teams in one little city in middle Georgia? Yep. That is, until last night. The battle was
long, the battle was hard, and the battle wasn't clearly over until the last of the final quarter. But when
that quarter came to a close, the victor was clearly recognized - the Warner Robins Demons had defeated the
Northside Eagles by a narrow margin:
23 - 20 
The Macon Telegraph, a local paper, predicted the Northside Eagles to win by that same score... Good
prediction, albeit backwards.
Now my thoughts are sent wondering further into the season, into the playoffs. Many times in the past, one of
the two teams stole the region championship from the other in the regular season, only to be knocked out of
the state playoffs weeks later by the same team. This year, I don't feel Northside will be so lucky (though if
Warner Robins must lose, I couldn't think of a better State Championship team). Unfortunately for Northside,
this loss will dip them well out of the top 25 national rankings, and likely out of the top 10 in the state.
I have a feeling, though, that Northside is far from being finished. I would look for Warner Robins and
Northside to clash again in the very near future - I'll see you in a few weeks.
Wednesday, November 8, 2000
This has been a very bad week for me. Just because I know you're all so eager to read about it, I'm going to
spell it out. Saturday night at about 11:00, just as I get home for the night, my internet connection dies. I
have an online assignment due Monday morning, but the connection stays dead through Monday afternoon. @home
has lost my respect. That didn't matter though... I was planning on going to school and trying to put together
the assignment when I showed up, but sometime overnight the power in my room went off. Because of the aluminum
(not copper) wiring on that side of the house, the power has frequently had little surges that cause tiny
problems like that, but this is the first time it has ever caused me to miss anything - ANYTHING. I woke up at
10:30, too late to even try to make my last class, so I skipped. Tuesday I was reminded that my sister is
coming home this weekend with all of her stuff and that it is my job to clean house and make room for it all,
just because I have more time in the middle of the day than anyone else. Right. Today I broke up with my
girlfriend ... no details ... and I found out that my sister is going to be here TOMORROW. Ugh. So all the
cleaning that I was saving for tomorrow must be done quickly and efficiently! And I've had a headache all day
today. And I know I'm leaving something out - oh yes. I got about two hours of sleep last night. Not only did
I stay up late to finish a paper, but I was also trying to keep up with the election results, only to find
that we won't know who the President elect is until Thursday. I hope for Bush, and it seems as though he will
win, but I cannot say for sure. I only hope Gore doesn't give me any more reason to hate this week...
In other news, the two best high school football teams in the state of Georgia - Warner Robins and Northside -
play Friday night, and I'm gonna be there! Though they fluctuate in various polls, both teams are between the
ranks of 14 and 20 nationally, and only one of the two can keep that ranking past this weekend. Go Demons!
(That's Warner Robins, if any of you happen to be visiting from somewhere outside the city.) If Gore wins the
Presidency and Northside wins the football game, then this will have to be the worst week I've had in a very
LONG time. I don't think either is too likely though. Vote Nader! Vote Bush! Vote Gore! Hmm.
Sunday, November 5, 2000
It's amazing all the types of things that we find to pass the time these days: music, sports, malls, games...
So few of us can even imagine our lives without modern means of entertainment. Do you remember where you were
twelve years ago? Whether yes or no, does this ring a bell?
I thought that it might. I can't speak for everyone who reads over this (unless I am everyone that reads over
this), but when the Nintendo debuted in 1985, America became a better place! Remember spending hours on Super
Mario Bros.? Duck Hunt? Punch-Out? Zelda? Only to name a few, these are the games that founded the gaming
lives of today's young adults - us! While I sit back and reminisce, you can either do the same, or you can
pull out your old boxed-up Nintendos and play a game or two, or you can whip out your Nintendo 64 controllers
and play something more along modern gaming lines... Okay, sorry about that. I just felt like talking about a
Nintendo.
Thursday, November 2, 2000
I hope everyone enjoyed their pumpkin day. I certainly did. Oh, didn't I tell you? Emily and Megan decided to
drop by and brighten my evening for a few. In case you're not familiar with the story, Emily was my girlfriend
back in January, and unfortunately we broke up under somewhat harsh terms... To keep this story short, last
night was the first I had seen of her since May (and meeting her in May was not a happy reunion by any means),
and it has solved one of the few problems I've had holding back absolute happiness. Of course, never will all
of them be solved at once, because life won't allow that, but I like to give them all LOTS of room! So one
vacated won't bother me a bit...
Also, take note of the double-quote for now... I don't think I've ever had two at once, but these two fit
together well enough that I didn't feel separating them would be such an excellent idea. And when all else
fails, vote! (It doesn't matter what about, just vote on something...)
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