Archive for October, 2004

Andy’s Official Halloween Picture Post

Sunday, October 31st, 2004

Well, it was a pretty decent Halloween weekend. I went to Spanky’s annual Halloween costume party on friday night and got completely smashed. Emily and some other people took pictures, so I am hoping to get copies of those sometime soon. I won the secret costume contest and got a couple bottles of fine Polish “luxury” vodka (Belvedere and Chopin) in a boxed set. I also politely declined an offer to take a ride in a police cruiser (I think they just wanted to have some fun driving around with me in the car, but I figured I would be better off playing it safe and staying on the porch). Saturday I nursed a lovely hangover for most of the day, had lunch with Eryn and some other kids that I went to Concord with, and then headed up the hill for another costume party. A few local bands were playing, including my friends, Librarians, and the place was fairly well packed. I saw a few people that I knew, and lots of people complimented me on my costume. I spent the majority of the night standing out in front of the house because my costume made it difficult to move around inside. There were a lot of really cool and really good costumes at the party. The only part of the night that really worried me was the walk home. Some people had strange reactions to my costume–most people were pretty friendly, and I actually got invited to join a couple parties, but some people were rather violent. Some girl started yelling and asking someone to give her a beer bottle to throw at me. :-/ And then a group of drunk guys on a porch kept yelling at me, apparently thinking that my costume was “a box of blowjobs” (???), and for a moment I thought they were going to chase me down and jump me. But eventually I made it home OK, and all was well.

Pictures and comments

Sisyphus, Atlas, and I–tragic heros indeed.

Thursday, October 28th, 2004

“It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself! I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment of which he will never know the end. That hour like a breathing-space which returns as surely as his suffering, that is the hour of consciousness. At each of those moments when he leaves the heights and gradually sinks toward the lairs of the gods, he is superior to his fate. He is stronger than his rock.

If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works everyday in his life at the same tasks, and his fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that can not be surmounted by scorn.”

Excerpted from The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus (trans. Justin O’Brien)

While I agree with the initial analysis of the situation, I do not agree with Camus’s conclusions that “The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory” and “There is no fate that can not be surmounted by scorn.”

Wednesday, October 27th, 2004

“I think the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly.” ~ JD, Scrubs

“Operation: Go-For-Broke-For-Halloween” – Mission Accomplished

Monday, October 25th, 2004

Rather than do homework or laundry–both of which are very important to get done–I spent the day completeing my costume. Honestly, I am really pleased with how well it has turned out, and I am super-excited for this weekend. I rule. I rule. I rule. Word.

Bureaucracy, 999+ : Humanity, 1

Wednesday, October 20th, 2004

Most of you are probably unaware of my recent WVU crisis, but the matter has been resolved today.

After this semester, I would only need 4 credits to graduate: Advertising Campaigns, Communications Organizations/Institutions, English Literature, and Humanities.


All the cool kids are doing it.

Friday, October 15th, 2004

FDA Public Health Advisory

Today the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) asked manufacturers of the following antidepressant drugs to include in their labeling a Warning statement that recommends close observation of adult and pediatric patients treated with these agents for worsening depression or the emergence of suicidality. The drugs that are the focus of this new Warning are: Prozac (fluoxetine); Zoloft (sertraline); Paxil (paroxetine); Luvox (fluvoxamine); Celexa (citalopram); Lexapro (escitalopram); Wellbutrin (bupropion); Effexor (venlafaxine); Serzone (nefazodone); and Remeron (mirtazapine).

FDA Panel To Review Updated Analysis of Antidepressant/Kid Suicide Link

Aug. 20, 2004 — A new FDA analysis shows that kids taking most antidepressants have an increased risk of suicidal thoughts and actions.

Having been suicidal, and having been diagnosed with manic depression (bipolar disorder) in elementary school, and having been placed on heavy dosage of Zoloft spanning sixth through eighth grade, and having hated the effects that it had on me to the point of pretending that I was no longer unhappy so that I could stop taking it, and knowing what I know now, and feeling what I feel now…

the humor in this is fucking sickening.

Monday, October 11th, 2004

This seems like it should be important to me: Depression and dreaming.

Sunday, October 10th, 2004

Coming home makes me realize just how empty and lonely this place is. One of the worst things about living alone is that no one misses you when you are gone, and no one care and no one knows when you return.

Thursday, October 7th, 2004

I am not sure
if it is sinus pressure,
blood pressure,
a brain tumor,
or just the mysterious merciful grace of God,

but it feels as though my cluttered, sprawling mind
has finally grown too large to be contained
within the vast metaphysical boundaries of my brain
and is going to explode out of my brain
through my eye sockets
into physical existence.