Carleton gone batty!!!

So when I was young and came back from a week at camp/my cousin's house, etc. my mom would always leave me a welcome home present on my bed -- a book, some candy, a troll doll, you know. I usually looked forward to coming home as much as going on vacation because of the kickass surprises.

I arrived home Saturday night from my week vacation in the mid-Atlantic, went into the bathroom, and found


a dead bat floating in the toilet. A FUN WELCOME HOME TO ME!!! Yeah, I just closed the lid and went to bed without dealing with it. I was going to ask facilities/Tom Fry to fish it out for me come Monday and so kept ignoring it all day Sunday until about 5 pm, when it started smelling of rot. As the pungent stench of death crept under the bathroom door into my bedroom, I decided taking action Sunday night was necessary. Tom offered to come over and pull it out but was for some silly reason concerned about contracting rabies. I called security to ask the safest way to pull a dead animal out of a toilet, and they said to flush it away. So I did. For some reason, this option made no sense earlier buuuut batwater DIDN'T overflow on the floor and the smell went away within a few hours. Back to life, back to reality.

The interesting thing is, the bat must have drowned right before I got home if it started smelling so strongly so soon. Wouldn't it have been FUN if it had drowned right after I left last Friday? I guess I'll count my blessings.

Kids are weird

I just found a journal that I had to keep when I was in 4th grade. What the hell? I can't believe the kind of stuff I used to write. I'm going to keep the context brief and just brush over some highlights of my young writings.

In the very front of the journal we apparently were given colored pencils and were told to write our name really big and list things we liked and disliked around it. My coloring skills were totally bitching and it's pretty funny that my handwriting hasn't changed at all. But anyhoo... here are the things I liked and disliked when I was around 10 years old (spelling and emphasis unchanged):

Like:

Friends
Good Grades
Vacations
Acting
Animals
Calamari
T.V.
Yale
Pets
Relitives
My dog to be
Cows

Dislike:
Bad Grades
Cowlicks
Bad Smells
MY BROTHER
Long projects
Classes
Getting rushed (was I referring to football?)
Lame Jokes

I know, right?

Here is an entry dated November 5 titled, 'Senior' Rock Stars! Should they rock on? (for some reason, when I read it, I thought about how little Greg Hunter and I would have clashed):

"Rock stars over 50, I think should stop rocking. I think this because if they're singing, their voices will never sound the same as they did in the 70's and 80's. If they're a drummer or guitarist their reflexes probably aren't what they used to be. If you add all of these together and put them in a band, what kind of music would they make? Probably trash!"

At the bottom of the page I doodled a sweet looking rock band. The drummer is saying "Ooh! Arthrides!"

Another personal fave entry is from December 11:


Today is the MOST BORING CELEBRITY DAY!

I think that the most boring celebrity is............ Oprah! All she does is sit back in a leather chair, and say, "Today we have a heartwarming tale, "' After that she sits back and goes, "Uh huh,..... Mmm..... I feel your pain sister....... No, really! Amazing.......... ...I just love that shirt, is it new?" I don't see how she can make a living off of it!


Of course, there is a doodle at the bottom of an Oprah-esque character sitting in front of a fake backdrop saying "Today we'll talk about bad beef!"

Geez.

I was an opinionated little guy. There are some more little things in here but I'm not sure if any of you guys find this as entertaining as I did.

Xoxo,
Colin

Self Portrait (3 of 21)

I got tired of waiting for Anne to make me a Planet M&M character, so I decided to make my own. I think it does me justice.

Important Public Information Post

The Minnesota Supreme Court says that a defendant is entitled to see the source code for the Intoxilyzer breath tester.

This is a 45 minute drive from my house

Colorado is so gorgeous.This is more like six hours from my house, but it's still in Colorado, and it fits the theme. That's me, and that's a wicked huge-ass drop. I was scared.

My Bro and his GF (she exists!). Anne says she looks older than him. Apparently, J knows what's up. You go, buddy.
These are the Buchanans. The twins, Zach and Jake, are HUGE Power Hour of Power fans, and will continue to be so until they figure out that I'm not that cool and that getting a request played on the radio isn't really, either. And that's my dog, Gracie.And here's a better picture of Gracie. She's pointedly ignoring my dad's favorite TV show. Good dog.
And, so he doesn't feel left out, here's my cat, Willy, former Badass King of the Neighborhood. He's a little to old to be badass, anymore. He throws up if he eats too much. Eew.Okay, so that's it. No more autobiographical pictures for a while. In other news, Anne and I are going seven for seven this week. What can we say, Alex and Leah are gone, we're lonely, and we are going to get fucking DRUNK.

Misspellings of my name in blogs/office e-mails from the past two months

-Hannoway
-Hannemeyer
-Habersham

Ghost riding the whip is taken to it's logical extreme

Talk about intertextuality of juvenile behavior.

Reality takes home the win

I watched American Movie earlier today, and it blew me away. It is easily one of the saddest, funniest things I have ever seen. Waiting for Guffman was great, and everything, but this one blows it out of the water, in no small part because it's real. I don't pretend to understand humanity's obsession with "true stories," but it plays out here. These people are all, most likely, still living in Southern Wisconsin, still drinking too much, and still borrowing money to make low-budget horror movies; the movie's humor and poignancy are unwritten and unrehearsed, and it makes a huge difference. Watch it.
I planned on putting up some more CO stuff, but I just haven't gotten around to it. What can I say, I'm lazy. Also, I'm out of time right now; I have to close the library. More later.

kanye west is from chicago

i saw james for 5 minutes while he waited for the bus to go to walgreens

The word indie is officially dead.

so awesome

russia just claimed the entire north pole.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml;jsessionid=R4YA22ACPBC1TQFIQMFCFF4AVCBQYIV0?xml=/news/2007/08/01/wpole101.xml

The Don

Then:

Now:

I almost feel sorry about how old Don looks. It's been a rough few years.

Happy Birthday Leah

I realize that I haven't posted in a while, and since I've got a free moment at work (and when I say free, I mean no one is paying attention to me to tell me to get back to work) I thought I'd update everyone on my life.

Because my life is just that riveting.

I'm almost finished with a huge Beatles biography. It's surprisingly depressing. Those four guys had some serious issues (misogyny, STDs, the Speed, unbelievable amounts of anger). Part of me is jealous that I'm not them (Twenty years old and they owned the world), but part of me is thankful I didn't grow up in depressing England and instead had a happy comfortable childhood.


People have been coming and going from Northfield. Tom just got back, Leah went a wedding (her sister-in-law? cute!), Anne's going to a wedding, and most importantly Leah and I are going to the East coast. Not together, but our flights leave within thirty minutes of each other. So Anne, can you take us to the airport on Friday? It'll be fun and you'll get to take the morning off!

This Summer has been great, but I can't wait for everyone to get back. There's only so much time you can spend do absolutely nothing.

wtf?!

I Am Crying

In his Hall of Fame induction speech on Sunday, Cal Ripken Jr. confessed that his younger brother, journeyman infielder Billy Ripken, suited up on his behalf at least two dozen times during what was thought to have been a streak of 2,632 consecutive games played. "Sometimes I just had other stuff to do," the longtime Oriole told a crowd of well-wishers in Cooperstown, N.Y.
—Baltimore Sun, July 30, 2007