Otterz & Endz

A growing craze with college professors is the idea of groups; I like to call them “aggregation of silent gawkers.” These cabals usually consist of 1-2 mute brains and 1-infinity equally mute onlookers; forced together by location or alphabetical commonality, and united under one cause – appease the ringmaster. Well, the system doesn’t work. And…

I can always tell when school is about to begin – my legs hurt. It’s like and old war wound that heralds the coming hurricane. I just can’t explain it; and it happens right before each semester since my high school days. I can move around 200lb picnic tables for days on end (to which…

As most of you may know, last Thursday (August 14th, 2003), we had ourselves a little blackout. And when I say little I of course mean the entire north east of North America. For those of you in the dark about what went on (boo!), about 11% of the USA/Canadian power grid died out. No…

It has been a while since I’ve had a dream that I can remember well. Many are mundane and not worthy of discussion. This one however I feel just has to be written down. Plus it makes a good post filler.I’ll try to get as detailed as I can, but its been a few hours…

Tell the truth now, is there ever a bad time to berate the Fox corporation? I think not. This photo-shenanigan was one I did a while back (around the Man vs. Beast and Firefly Cancellation rants) but just never got to posting it here. But it speaks sooth now as it did back then –…

You know, it could happen someday, and thats the scary part. This entry is an assignment I just finished for my radio production class and now I’m posting it here for lack of a better journal topic. This is the futuistic tour of the WOTT studios: Welcome to WOTT 90.0FM, New World Otter Radio NYC,…

I give movie makers a lot of credit. Over the past month, Ray and myself have be trying to produce a movie for my video production class… and of course for the NWOt. Without giving away too much detail, it’s a short film about a doomed documentary crew and its cursed subject. The script is…

Usually I ignore things written on bathroom walls, especially since I’m busy with other matters; but this struck me as cool. Here’s to Saddam Hiding in a Cave. May Marines piss Budweiser On that cocksucker’s grave. May they beat on his balls With a big brass hammer Until his asshole whistles The Star Spangled Banner.…

Yes, yes, spring is here. Oh how I look forward to being serenaded by Mr. Softee at one in the morning. Who picks these songs anyway? Pop Goes the Weasel and Turkey in the Straw were not meant to be looped while traveling at 1 MPH down a residential street. They were meant to be…