I don't know about you, but over the last couple of hours, I've been searching for a place to anchor my hope. When times like this come, and they come for all of us, we look to a place to anchor for stability. We want to celebrate, remember and think, and think about the man that we love.

I want to encourage you to do three things in the coming days. To tell those stories, and everybody's got a Macgyver story sitting in here, and to laugh, and to remember the emotion that goes with those stories. To listen to each other as you tell those stories and to pray. And to pray. Pray alone and with each other. I think Macgyver would be happy that we would be laughing and telling stories with each other.

Where do we go from here? I mean each of us, we don't like thinking about this but what do we do with those who are here today? How do we anchor to something?

I would like to take this time to talk with you all about Macgyver's life.

Macgyver came into my life the same day he came into Pappy's life. Down in Connecticut, in a small town named Guilford. From that day on, none of the lives touched by Macgyver would ever be the same. Ever since the first time we all hung out with Macgyver, we worried that some day he would be gone, and although we all thought he would be with us longer than he was, we relished every single moment that we got to spend with him.

You know.. you never ever see it coming. It was just two short days ago that I was dutifully filling Macgyver with little chunks of broken ice. Never did I think that would be the last time that I would see him. Macgyver was always so good to us, whether it was the kindest of the kind, or the most insane-o gas station weed from Caniprokis. He was more than just some tool, he was a friend, a member of our closest circle of friends.

I think all of us who knew, and undoubtedly loved our dear friend Macgyver, feel like we've been widowed. Surely, some day, we must learn to love another, but it feels dirty to even think of consuming the smoke which Macgyver had so dutifully supplied to our lungs out of any other piece of equipment. Any other piece of equipment, would be nothing more than just that -- equipment. Macgyver was our friend. He will be missed.

I, For one, will be observing a day of posting silence on 4/20/2001 in rememberance of our dear departed friend.

Rest in peace, little buddy.

The next two weeks fucking suck ass. I don't even have enough time to explain why. Agh. Anyhow, I saw this and thought of the Gatekeeper. Hope he enjoys this

Oh, and here's a link in case you kids want a free bumper sticker of that.

JW Out.

I was just thinking on my ride over to Leveres' house that it's been about a year that I've been posting on Insult. I remembered this because I was remembering how it was just about that time in the year when it started to get really nice out, and was navel gazing weather again. We're not there yet, but I've seen precursers of that happening again, such as people wearing obviously too little clothing in an attempt to rush the season. On the ride over I also remembered getting yelled at for being happy that it was navel gazing weather, but that didn't matter so much, because I was so happy that it was navel gazing weather again. I love navel gazing weather, and if you can't love me for that, you can f-f-fa-fa-fa-fuck off.

Spring time is fucking fantastic, the whole deal. You've got warm, but not too warm weather, everything is growing and coming to life, and people are shedding their clothing. How can you hate that, I mean, really? So, bring on the navel gazing weather, kids, let's crank this fucker up, and come April 29th on mamma Insult's first birthday I'll be a happy man. Not that I'm not happy now, I could just use some nicer weather. My body is all fucked up with it getting dark later, I had no idea that it was 8pm already. Fuck daylight savings time. Well, then again no, it's a nice signifier of better things to come.

Here's to warm weather, and here's to momma Insult.

Peace, kids.

Okay, this web site fucking rules: www.mycereal.com. You can go there and design your own cereal. If you enter the code: cerealsforme, you'll just have to pay the 4 bucks shipping for 7 servings worth. Here's the cereal that I made: Peanut Butter and Cocoa Corn Puffs, Cocoa Corn Flakes, Cocoa Corn Puffs, Natural and Artificial Flavored Chocolate Marshmallow Bits, Toasted Coconut Flakes.

Honestly, the world needs more shit like this. Oh, and you get to name it, too, which is fun. I'm pretty sure you can put down whatever you want...NAZITASTIC CHOCOLATE DEATH Here I come!

Yes, this is entertaining at 5:24AM. Fuck you all.

Gummibears and MacGuyver are good. They used to be on every day, EVERY DAY. Now it's just a bunch of shit, like, there aren't even any cool shows that my little sister will be talking about when she's my age, they're just all crap.

Anyhow, I don't understand what it is about some people who feel like they either A.) have the right to talk down to you or B.) will talk down to people just because they can. Let me be more specific here, I'm talking about Pappy's roommate Preacherman, here. He's always speaking in these cryptic little didactic allegories. About 85% of the time they're cryptic enough that I don't even understand what the fuck he's talking about... For the love of fuck, for those of us who know Pappy, what the hell is he going to do with them? Here's an example: I'm stoned out of my fucking mind yesterday, and he comes in all gruff and pissed off at something (It could be that pappy and I ate an ENTIRE half gallon of icecream, or maybe it's that his "date" with a hooker last night didn't go so well (you have to pay extra to come all over their faces, and I think he might have been a little short)) and then he keeps yelling at me that "This is strike number two". So, I'm like, Pappy, WHAT THE FUCK is he talking about? Is he talking about baseball again? Then I'm like "Well, you might as well make it strike three, then we can stop counting" back to him, to which he looks like I've insulted him or something. I don't even fucking understand what he was talking about still. It's completely fucking asinine to try to teach people lessons by saying a bunch of bullshit that makes no sense to anyone but you, and then to get pissed off because they don't follow what you said. Anyhow, back to what brought us to this point, I don't understand what makes him think he can talk down to me, or talk down to anyone, and these little "lessons", these delicious little gems of "knowledge" that he somehow has garnered do exactly two things: Make him look like he's TRYING to act like some kind of sage, make him look like a complete asshole. If I was more violent I would have hurt him by now, probably. I don't know how pappy does it.

Okay, more random shit. Computer Science is a bullshit major. Computers are just a fad anyhow. But, really, all we're trained to do here is write shitty code quickly and somewhere around 9 times out of 10 cheat to get the answer or solution. Maybe that's practice for the real world, and if so, maybe I don't want to be involved in it. Coding, at it's core, and I don't know how many of you will really understand this, is an art. You don't ever see art teachers giving the strictest fucking deadlines on campus as to when some painting has to be completed by. You get sparks of creativity and you have dry spells... So making us code on demand does one thing - make us hate coding. If you can do it at your liesure, and when you feel like it, and when it's interesting, it's actually enjoyable (if you can believe that). People, myself included, bitch about the purity of the major.. Half the kids in there are fucking hacks who are just in it for the money, and would sell you out just for a grade. These are the kind of fuckers who if you work in a group with them, EVEN IF you all do equal work, will claim that they did all the work and you stranded them, just to look good for the teacher. These kinds of greasy, shistey bastards. The problem with protecting the purity if the major, is that it's already about as pure as a cribhouse whore. It's just inherently that way because of how they do things. Rather than teach us interesting things, and letting us persue our interests pertaining to these things, the powers that be choose to make us do the same pointless bullshit over and over and over again each year, which we forget immediatly after completion. On projects that are actually enjoyable, you actually learn something, and you ALWAYS take something away from them.. I dont know, if you ask me, things need to change, chances are that they wont, though. meh.

So, I'm looking forward to living off campus. Pappy and Danz0r seem concerned, well, more Pappy for whatever reason, about Leveres and I living together.. Oh well, only time will tell, but I feel really good about that. It will be nice to not have to walk a half mile to use the bathroom anymore, and to be able to have my own food in my own fridge and all that stuff. Being off the meal plan will also be extremely nice.

Work is getting better, slowly but surely.. Things are less stressful now.. The summer should be good, since it's nice to have a place to go and work instead of working at home - people dont get the idea of working at home, and the distractions are horrible. Just because i'm not sitting at some fucking desk in some recirculated air building doesn't mean I'm not concentrating and working.. bleh.

So, I like getting high. It's fun. But, like with everything else, it's a to each his own sort of thing.. When it comes down to it, it really doesn't matter what you do and what you don't do.. Don't want to swear? Don't. Don't want to have sex? Don't. Don't want to drink? Don't. Don't want to do drugs? Don't. It doesn't really matter why, it's a personal decision, and Levres choice is Levres choice, and more so I completely back her decision and love her for it. Fractals are cool when you're stoned, too. Music is good, but not most of the music on the radio. It's called hippie music for a reason kids. Anyhow, I'm all for Levres not doing drugs while she still is on medication, I mean, it's just silly to do them if you're not going to enjoy them, right? At least she's not one of those nazi girlfriends who is like, if I'm not going to do it, niether are you.. man is that annoying. To each his own, kids, to each his own. It's like Levres douche bag roommate.. Like, there's always round robins on Levres' floor, but she never knows about them because she's niether invited or asked to participate in them because one time they came by, and no doubt got her roommate who probably gave them some shit about how she doesnt drink, and there's no drinking allowed in her room and all this crap.. She doesn't allow Levres to drink on her own side of the fucking room even when she is gone every weekend. Talk about a bunch of bullshit. It's that kind of throwing your weight around bullshit, much like what Preacherman does, that just drives an average more or less easy going guy like myself nuts.

So, showering with your girlfriend is a good thing, but, it fucking sucks to feel like a criminal every single time I do it. That's not enough of a deterant to stop me, however. I have noticed one thing though, girls can be very un-ladylike while in a place that no boys are present (ie. the bathroom).. and man, some things go on that I'd rather not have first party knowledge of.

I think that's my random spattering of shit for a little while. I haven't posted in a while, and don't know when I'll post again. We'll call that wait and see, eh kids? Peace out... JW.

PS - Caniprokis and FlyingTim, are we gonna get to see you kids anytime soon? What happened this weekend, Peps?

Remember to set those clocks an hour ahead, fuckers!

Fanny is a funny word.

God damn Calliander, that's the worst piece of shit lie story I've ever heard in my life. You're all liars! Liars, I say! The whole lot of you! Get the fuck off my porch!

Of course it's good to be a jock, there's never been a question of that. The amount of fucking coddling that members of the jockocracy recieve is completely unparaelleled by any other socioeconomic group that I can think of. This is all well and good for the average jock until.. Oh, thats right! The real world bites you in the ass. Your string of jock rule ends right around age.. Oh, I'd say 25ish, where silly high-school bullshit like how far you can throw a ball DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER unless you're a professional athelete. I would reason that less than half a percent of the jockocracy makes it to professional athelete status. The other 99.5% of the group become fat, angry gym teachers, disgruntled laborers, wife beaters, bored housewives, paunchy, balding pyramid scheme operators, thieves, etc. Where does this leave us? Well, it leaves us with 99.5% of the jock population unnecessecerily coddled (As their sports "careers" are going to take them NO WHERE) and in the position where they become spoiled little brats that expect special treatment. Go ahead, have your special fucking treatment. While you're out running laps, going to eliteist little team dinners, hanging up those annoying fucking inspirational posters, and bitching about how the school doesn't give enough money to sports - RELISH THOSE MOMENTS. They're fleeting, and, more than that, some day you'll realize how hollow and stupid they are. Fucking sheep.

I have a fucking ton to say about this, but I think that I'll stop here, as you get the gist of it if you're not too busy pounding creatine shakes.

What the whole issue comes down to is that OF COURSE everyone likes preferential treatment. It's tons of fun to be king, or dictator, or to fuck the system up for everyone else - until it all ends. The jockocracy is just another form of Fascism - and you could go look the word up to understand what I'm talking about if you weren't so busy talking about how many reps you just did, and how you're fucking carbo-loading.

Thank you all for restoring my faith in humanity. I was about ready to off myself before I saw your posts. Arcee.. You're Damn sexy, and it's all good.. I'll be a much happier wilson when I get back home. Then again, I'll be ripped away from a lot of people that I care a lot about when I leave school, but I'll be with a lot of people who I care about a lot when I get back home, so I suppose it all evens out. Being away from loved ones sucks.. but, I guess thats a different rant for a different day. This was supposed to be a good happy one.

I love you all, and hope you all have fabulous days, you sexy, sexy bitches.

What is it that makes a person into a petty, insolent asshole?

Let's just say, for the sake of example, that you gave someone you thought was your friend 40$ for 30$ worth of.. Oh, lets say Alcohol. That person is doing you a favor by picking it up for you, that's true, but the way that FRIENDS work is that they do FAVORS for each other - If friends didn't work that way, the world would SUCK. This IS how friends work, at least this is how things work for me and my friends - you're there for eachother, you help eachother out, you do things to make their lives better, etc.

HOW THE FUCK CAN ANYONE BE 21 YEARS OLD AND NOT UNDERSTAND THIS?

Continuing my little hypothetical situation - As you gave this person 40$ for 30$ worth of alcohol, and you told them that you expected change, THEN AND THERE is the time where it's perfectly acceptable for them to tell you NO, go fuck yourself, I want a measely 10$ to go pick this liquor up for you, and I'm a real big bitch, and a completely selfish asshole, so I'm not going to help you out under the condition that you're going to get the change back. THAT'S FINE!

AFTER you didn't say anything about buying the alcohol, or giving back the change, when you came back to the room where the alcohol was going to be consumed, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO GET BELLIGERANT about the person you bought the liquor for asking for the change, and even LESS OF A FUCKING RIGHT to get as belligerant when they ask to see the reciept, because, THEY'RE NOT FUCKING MORONS, and they NOTICED that you peeled all the pricetags off the liquor.

The ONLY fucking reason that someone does a thing like that is because they're entirely fucking petty, and have something to hide and they want to fucking grub 10$-15$ out of you without making any pretenses as to that earlier in the night.

You fucking selfish son of a bitch, I hope you live a long lonely shitty life and die old and just as alone, so that you suffer.

Then you have the balls to try to pay my girlfriend for sex - YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND HOW HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS WORK. I pity you, but your cross isn't mine to bear, and god knows that what you have coming back to you will be two-fold compared to what you have done to others.

I'm angry, but I've vented, and I'm done with this.. You have a LONG way to go before you are a HUMAN - good luck on your long journey, it's taken you 21 years to get to a point that I surpassed when I was 6, and I don't even claim that I'm a good person.