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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineThis seems to be going around in some very interesting circles, and it's the kind of thing I can poke at sporadically while I'm sailing the Good Ship Lollipop all by myself this week...
First things first: you're still alive in 2009, despite doing some incredibly stupid shit along the way. Speaking of stupid shit, don't play volleyball three days after Spock and Bunsen break your collarbone. You'll fuck it up forever.
Spend less time and money at Jack Astor's, and less money at the Continental.
Keep doing the fun shit with our hair; it only sticks around until the turn of the century, and it DOES get you laid. Speaking of that, when you go to New Orleans for the first time, and those girls seem interested, don't be such a fucking gentleman/wuss. You're still skinny when you get this, but you're not as big a dork as you think you are. You eventually become rather awesome.
On a related note, Yohimbe doesn't do fuck-all for your libido, but makes you take a serious dump. Plan accordingly.
We've still got both the tie-dyed skirts and the MC jacket, but the mileage is finally catching up to them. Other stuff we still have: Ivan, Baal, Yokes. Talk Ivan out of buying AOL stock. It's not the biggest favor you'll do him between then and now, but why should you both suffer?
You're going to get a job that uses your degree, and it's going to suck. You'll make a moral stand when it ends, though, and you're going to end up being a computer guy. All that Southern Comfort and Relay you're doing in Matt and Masoon's room is going to keep you sane in about five years, but you should probably cut down on the SoCo side of things.
You're going to move a lot, and live in some pretty cool places (and some shitty ones, too). in late August 2001, you make a decision that is probably, in the long run, not so great. You'll know when you get there.
We still listen to most of the same music, and a bunch of those CDs you're getting from BMG have made it this far intact. They don't get listened to a lot, though (you kind of turn into Dad, and listen to NPR in the car all the time, and bitch about politics).
First things first: you're still alive in 2009, despite doing some incredibly stupid shit along the way. Speaking of stupid shit, don't play volleyball three days after Spock and Bunsen break your collarbone. You'll fuck it up forever.
Spend less time and money at Jack Astor's, and less money at the Continental.
Keep doing the fun shit with our hair; it only sticks around until the turn of the century, and it DOES get you laid. Speaking of that, when you go to New Orleans for the first time, and those girls seem interested, don't be such a fucking gentleman/wuss. You're still skinny when you get this, but you're not as big a dork as you think you are. You eventually become rather awesome.
On a related note, Yohimbe doesn't do fuck-all for your libido, but makes you take a serious dump. Plan accordingly.
We've still got both the tie-dyed skirts and the MC jacket, but the mileage is finally catching up to them. Other stuff we still have: Ivan, Baal, Yokes. Talk Ivan out of buying AOL stock. It's not the biggest favor you'll do him between then and now, but why should you both suffer?
You're going to get a job that uses your degree, and it's going to suck. You'll make a moral stand when it ends, though, and you're going to end up being a computer guy. All that Southern Comfort and Relay you're doing in Matt and Masoon's room is going to keep you sane in about five years, but you should probably cut down on the SoCo side of things.
You're going to move a lot, and live in some pretty cool places (and some shitty ones, too). in late August 2001, you make a decision that is probably, in the long run, not so great. You'll know when you get there.
We still listen to most of the same music, and a bunch of those CDs you're getting from BMG have made it this far intact. They don't get listened to a lot, though (you kind of turn into Dad, and listen to NPR in the car all the time, and bitch about politics).
