FallingMarc

Yeah, they never show *good* anime on the cartoon channel. Although I do get a kick out of Cowboy Bebop, which is on a little after Space Ghost. It's the only one they show that's not totally geared towards 10 year olds. (cough)dragonballZ(cough) M

They were both, in my opinion, comedic genius. When they made the live action one they couldn't get the rights to most of the copyrighted stuff from the original(comic book). That's why they changed some of the names and stuff... "Batmanuel" was freakin hilarious though...

Who said Space Ghost sucked? That's good shit right there, my friend... Fox pisses me off... the even canceled the Tick! I was so excited when they made that show I wanted to crap my pants.

I'll be there, at least for the first 5 or 6 days. I'll be living either in Springfield or Champaign when it happens... Marc

U ALL SUXORS! LOLOLOLLOLOL!11!!!!!111! I AM L33T and I am going to kikc u all in ur nutz! LOLOLLO!1!1!!1

All my friends know me as a grammar nazi... they can tell if I'm on someone else's IMer, for example, because I'm the only person in the world, apparently, who doesn't use all the little 'net acronyms and abbreviations... So I know the difference between the dative and the genative case. So what? I like seeing the words "you" and "are" spelled out. And piss off if you disagree. M

HOLY SHIT! I thought NOBODY else in the WORLD would think that too! I am SO freaked out right now.

And the human race will suddenly be faced with extinction... "Hmm... dating... machine... dating... machine... which is cheaper again?"

Yes, Rantoul is in the middle of miles of corn, just like everything else in downstate IL (read: not Chicago). But Rantoul is wayyy cooler because it's 20 minutes from where I live in Champaign, as opposed to the few hours drive to Quincy from my place.... M

I had to leave, came back at 1:00 and checked in, nobody was around... I talked to myself for a bit... then I realized... shit, I'm cyber-masturbating. They're right, it's not as good as real cyber-sex. M

[spazzing out]ONE POINT TWENTY ONE JIGAWATTS?!?[/spazzing out]

Wow, sounds like EVERYBODY loves Raymond. Hee hee hee...

One cutaway in 75 jumps-- #23, graduation dive, either a line-over or tension knots with 3 or 4 line twists. Recognized the problem immediately but didn't look close enough to tell why the left side didn't inflate, just that it didn't. I tried to fight it because it wasn't spinning much(student main loaded at like .5) and I had plenty of altitude, but it was turning against the line twists, so I chopped and was under a 26' LoPo reserve around 1800 feet... never thought I'd be so happy to see a round canopy! Marc

Let me clarify. I popped two separate boners over the course of reading the entire thread, one from the thought of the WFFC in my backyard, one from the thought of Lisa's boobies... um... boobies... what were we talking about? Marc

Reading this article, two words popped into my head. Most of the time, the two words in my head are "skydiving" and "boobies", as you all well know. But now, all I could think was "holy shit." I live in Champaign, 20-30 minutes from Rantoul. I will not get excited before there is a definite yes or no. But hot damn, I popped a boner, thinking of all that skydiving, that close to me! M

So, uh, see you guys on saturday? M

A pic with that much altitude in the background... and I'm still sitting here all congested so that I don't want to jump... sheeeeiiiiit. Nice one though.

Ok, last update. I swear. I'm not a post whore. Really. I forgot what I was going to say now. Oops. Anyway, I'm ready for it to be summer here. Not for the summer time, as much as for the 80 degree weather. I like going outside in a t-shirt without poking two holes in it. Screw the midwest. What's with this "Fox Sports Net" comedy news routine? It's like a bad attempt to do a "Weekend Update", but it's not funny. At all. They thought they could fool me into thinking it was funny by using the canned laughter, but I was too quick for them. "That's not real people laughing," I said. Unless someone on the forums here writes for this routine. Then it was great. I think I could sleep for about 18.3*pi hours. Unfortunately, I have to be at work again at 3 pm. I need to plan my schedule with a little more forthought next time. W00t. I think the next sport I should try should be curling. I mean, how badass is that. "Yeah, I'm a professional curler." Chicks go crazy for that shit. I guess this thread won't be complete without a good reference to the chestal areas of the women. So, here goes: mammaries! No, that's not it. Nipular regions! Still not exactly right. Hold on, I think I've got it. BOOOOOOOOBREASTESSIS! Close enough. Good night. Captain Caffeine

Congrats! So you're off student status? Ahem... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER! Marc

Now it's 7. And I've been having a very odd conversation over IM with a very odd person who did not go to sleep tonight, just for the hell of it. Things are getting unbelieveably funny for no reason. It's kinda like being stoned, but without the paranoia. Some fun excerpts from the conversation: Spiderman80: what would REALLY be awkward in a bathroom is if you sang "ten little Indians," but instead of Indians used the word dingleberry. M555555: yeah, that'd be awkward M555555: or "John Jacob Jingleheimerschmidt" M555555: from the inside of a stall M555555: for, say, an hour Spiderman80: Or just yelled "I'M A MIME!" while banging on the sides of the stall. M555555: hahaha M555555: you crazy bastard, mime's don't use public bathrooms Spiderman80: But if they did... Spiderman80: I don't know, all his years of experience, his accent, his encouraging demeanor - could you really have offered her anything close to that? M555555: I can fake an accent M555555: I can fake experience and encouragement, too, for that matter Spiderman80: Please. Kerri Strug sees through these things. M555555: I hate when I walk out of a stall, and everyone's looking at me funny Spiderman80: I always fear that somehow I forgot everything I ever learned and there's just streaks of shit all over the back of my shirt and jeans. M555555: I can't say that that's ever been a significant fear of mine M555555: but now that you mention it, it probably will be Spiderman80: That's what I'm here for. I love quotes out of context. Oh yeah, don't IM Spiderman80. That's not his real IM name. I know what happens when skydivers get bored... I'm M555555 though. Feel free to fuck with my head. The Mullet

Update: 5:38 AM The chick who relieves me at 8 came in a few minutes ago, and told me to call her room at 7:30 to make sure she was actually awake. Bad sign. On the plus side, it's almost 6, and that means I'm almost to my "Two Hours Left Sugar and Caffeine-O-Rama!" I can't wait! It's like Christmas eve! M

I will sleep at eight they get mad when I sleep here on the clock and all. But when I do sleep it will rock. Um, that last sentence wasn't a haiku. Yeah. M

Right now: Megadeth, "Cryptic Writings". It seemed appropriate for Valentine's day. I've been listening to a lot of Primus recently too. It always seems to put me in the mood to skydive. Hold on, almost everything puts me in the mood to skydive. Nevermind. Ooh, there's another good CD. "Nevermind". M

I write this haiku; and, "I feel feathers for you"; an inspiring phrase. I write more haiku I have naught better to do now I rhyme haiku Ok, I cheated I rhymed a word with itself it's late, I'm tired Shit, now I can't stop the inertia of haiku is too much for me How long can I spend writing these dumb things, I ask? And the answer: eight. Hold on, that's not right "eight" answers another one: What is eight times one? So the true answer to my previous question must be "until eight." Hee hee hee... Señor Marco del Illinois

It all started with "Ruminations from the Graveyard Shift", back so many weeks ago, the first time I covered the midnight-8 a.m. shift. I was bored, and I have access to a computer at the desk here. Then, with "Ruminations Part II", a pattern was established... this is how I keep myself sane for the 5 hours after 3 a.m. when NOTHING HAPPENS. Now, just when you thought my haiku were bad enough... I cover the night shift the night of Valentine's Day! Lock up your children, lest they read my bitter, sleep-deprived, frustrated thoughts, and laugh with nervous awkwardness as my disjointed ideas flow straight from my caffeinated brain to the internet! First things first. Valentine's Day(preferably V.D. or "Singles Awareness Day") is a crock of shit. I've never had a V.D. that didn't suck major ass. So you're shacking with someone on a regular basis. Piss off. I don't want to see you making out while I'm trying to eat lunch. I worked this morning as well, when all the flowers and shit came in. Aww, that's so sweet. I just want to know why all the balloons say "I love you," etc., when they just mean, "Let's have sex." Yeah, I'm bitter. Piss off. Words of wisdom from, well, me: If you're getting 5 hours of sleep a night, consistently, don't volunteer to stay up until 8. Yeah, I'm getting paid. But I think I'd be better off asleep. Then again, at this point, I'm starting to consider the merits of building a fire here in the lobby. I mean, it's hard to fall asleep on the job with sprinklers dousing you with cold water. Oh wait, my building is cheap, we don't have a sprinkler system. Now the word "sprinkler" is starting to look really goofy. Sprinkler sprinkler sprinkler. Oops, now it looks normal again. I guess I learned my lesson there. You know, I think the movie "Gladiator" is pretty bitchin. Yeah, bitchin. That's it. It's bitchin when that one dude kicks those other dudes' asses. Then he goes and kicks that big guy's ass, and that other dude is all like "dude, I gotta kick this dude's ass, but I can't, so I'll do some bad shit first." Then he kicks the dude's ass anyway! Ha! That's pretty bitchin. Sorry for giving it away if you haven't seen it. All those who have a strong desire to skydive in the near future say "ikki ikki ikki ZOOP-boing." Remember! Name tag! I successfully pissed off a couple of friends today by being honest. Then they got more pissed when I shut up. The only option left is to lie. Therefore, we should all go out drinking. Ok, it's time to chek the seplling and stop for a wile. Have no fear, it's only 4:22, I will undoubtedly have more thoughts as the night progresses. Marc Mallette A-39015 Dictator-For-Life of the Falling Illini