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Name: Cody
Birthday: 3/21/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Sports: Rangers, Cowboys, Titans, Panthers, University of Texas Longhorns, NASCAR (Jeff Gordon, Tony Stewart, Kasey Kahne); Movies: Fight Club, Donnie Darko, Terminator 1-3, Desperado, Memento, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Run Lola Run, Brotherhood of the Wolf, Back to the Future, Goodbye Lenin!, Napoleon Dynamite, Bubba Ho-tep, Tombstone, Blade, Matrix 1-3, Snatch, X-Men 1-2, Spiderman 1-2, etc etc...; Music: MetallicA, Iron Maiden, Megadeth, P.O.D., Black Sabbath, Primal Fear, Rage *not RATM*, Motorhead, Helloween, Iced Earth, Blind Guardian, Killing Joke, Dream Theater,Ted Nugent, Deep Purple, Stone Temple Pilots, some techno and country too; TV: Sportscenter, Around the Horn, PTI, World Series of Poker, Survivor, Law & Order, Seinfeld, Home Improvement, Red Green Show, Jeopardy, Entourage, Six Feet Under; Cartoons: Aqua Teen Hungerforce, Beavis & Butthead, Family Guy, Simpsons, Reign the Conqueror, Akria; Others: Church, Dr. Pepper, video games, fast cars, friends
Expertise: Video games, sports, movies, metal music, debating, politics, government
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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AIM:  OminousPolaris
Member Since:
9/30/2004
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| I want to preface this post with this: I am writing this on the
fly and it will be raw. Anything I say is not meant to be
dramatic. This is a stream of thought post. Onto the
subject at hand....It was this time 10 years ago that the final phase
of recovery began for my brother and I after we both endured painful
surgery at the beginning of the summer of 1996. I was 14, he was
10. We had a lot of close calls that summer. I made all of
my cousins cry, part of my body almost exploded, I babbled incoherently
about weird things thanks to the morphine, a screw getting "lost" under
my skin, and the phantom pains I still get to this day. My brother had
his "fun times" from the surgery as well that we laugh at now but, to
be uncouth, sucked and sucked bad at the time.
We were layed up the whole summer so we had to create our own
fun. We raced our wheelchairs down the driveway and raced them
through the mall as stunned onlookers watched as we blew by them on the
handicap ramps. We watched a lot of MTV that summer, when they
actually played music videos, and saw a lot of the Metallica "Until It
Sleeps" and Smashing Pumpkins "Tonight, Tonight" videos because they
were released that summer. Luckily, the Summer Olympics were that
year so it gave us something to watch all day for 16 days. I can
say I know exactly where I was (my bed) when Kerri Strug had one of the
gutsiest performances I have ever witnessed in sports. We had a
lot of visitors too. Some were welcome, others were annoying but
it was nice that those who came by at least thought of us. It
felt like we were a freak show sometimes but we were used to being
viewed as freaks so it was nothing new. Mostly though, we layed
in bed and tried to keep from going crazy. In fact, that summer
was/is the foundation of our rock solid relationship. I am lucky
to have such an awesome brother. My best friend Clint, who has
stuck with me for whatever reasons, came over just about everyday to
just hang out with me. He may have been bored, but he didn't let
on, and for that I am forever grateful.
The doctors at Scottish Rite made my life and my brother's life far
better than they can ever imagine. To them, Dr. Johnston and Dr.
Ionicone, I owe a lot. The only thing I have to worry about being
made fun of now is my socks, which still pisses me off, but I can do
something about that unlike the problems I had before the
surgery. No more daily mocking and embarrassing questions that I
heard over and over. No more sticking out. No more fear of
what people said about me. No more people making excuses for me
or taking it easy on me, which enraged me. No more people
treating me differently. Yeah, I still am a dork. Yeah, I
still look funny. Yeah, I still walk goofy. Yeah, my body
is still a scrambled mess. It does not matter anymore. Some
of you may be wondering what was so bad, what I needed surgery for, or
if I am truly better. It does not matter either. It is
done. I thank God that my hell is done.
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| Researching for papers is tedious. Working at the History Help
Center is fun and I like the guys I work with but I hate that I have to
go to work at 8AM because it throws off my sleep schedule thus throwing
off my whole day. I took a 3 hour nap today by accident and I'm
sure I'll repeat the feat tomorrow. I will have a serious post
soon along the lines of the old Blogs Are For Losers days (I miss that
blog). Until then...
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| I thought I should update this thing after being away for almost two
months. I have decided to post a list of things that I strongly
dislike (because Mom says it's not nice to hate). If you know me,
and I'm sure you do if you are reading this dribble, then you know I
get frustrated with many things to the point that my head might
explode. So without further ado (and with apologies to Phil
Young) here is my "Strongly Dislike List"(in no particular order):
1. Slow/stupid drivers
2. Overzealous cops (because apparently I live in Copland up here in Denton, go figure)
3. Stupid people
4. Liberals that say they are "open minded," really aren't
in the slightest and can't see the fact that they are just as close
minded as those they condemn as close minded.
5. Right wing yahoos that make us moderate conservatives look ridiculous.
6. People with the "He's not MY President" shirts/bumper
stickers....oh really??? Last I checked, I didn't vote for
Clinton and thought he was a failure but he was still my
President. So that must mean you're revoking your United States
citizenship. Great, leave because if you don't understand why our
system is the way it is then you don't deserve to be here. If a
senior in high school can understand it, you must understand it.
7. Baylor Law School and all of their policies and backwards rules.
8. Prof. Wilson, the worst Property professor...check that...just the worst professor ever.
9. Girls that are physically beautiful and as soon as they
open their mouth you realize how rotten they are as a person...such a
waste...there are other people that could use that physcial beauty for
good.
10. Christians that make me shake my head and wonder how/if we follow the same Guy, Book and teachings.
11. People that sterotype NASCAR fans as rednecks when they have never
been to an event or watched a race on TV. Especially people that
say, "I'm not redneck enough to like it." Oh yeah? Exactly
where is this "line of redneck" and how does one cross over? I
have a college degree, went to law school, in grad school and have a
138-140 IQ but I must be a redneck because I like
NASCAR...yeah...that's it. Tell that to the lawyers I sat with at
the last race at Texas Motor Speedway.
12. People who don't understand and critize my passion for sports when
they have their own things they are passionate about. Great, you
like knitting/figurines/sci-fi and talk about them. I like
sports, so leave me alone and let me talk about it to other like-minded
people.
13. Denton Municipal Utilities/City of Denton...worst run and least
flexible town I have ever lived in...and on top of the cop
problem...booooooo Denton!
14. Tim McCarver...if you watch baseball, no explanation needed.
15. The Rangers front office...how can so much money buy so little when
it comes to GM talent??? The trades they pull off are some of the
worst in history.
16. Jerry Jones...yes, 3 titles but the Cowboys (girls) are a joke.
17. Alex Rodriguez
18. The New York f'n Yankees
19. People who talk during the movie in the theater
20. People who bring babies/small kids to rated R/night movie
21. Beano Cook
22. PeTA
23. Animal people that make you feel like a terrible person because you
don't love animals quite as much as they do and they let you know it.
24. Re-runs of Lost
25. People who point out I have small feet...yes I know, thank you Captain Obvious, but I make up for it elsewhere ;)
26. White kids that try to act "ghetto" when they are from the suburbs
and drive a Range Rover. Hey, if you want to be "ghetto" go live
in East Waco, make 9K a year and drive a beat up Buick...see how you
like that.
27. Black people who call other blacks "Uncle Tom" because they don't "act black"
28. Tom Cruise...wow, where did he go?
29. USC people/players that say they were the best team when it was
clear they were not...41-38 and our defense played their worst game of
the year and we still won.
30. People who get out of everthing because of their position and money.
31. People who don't take responsibility for themselves or their kids
and instead blame it on the schools, society, their dog or the nearest
kitchen utensil.
32. Kids who think Super Nintendo was the original Nintendo.
33. My neighbor below me.
34. The fact that I live in a "free society" yet feel I am trapped by societal chains.
35. The whole system of work, get paid, retire after 40 years. By
the time I am 65, I won't be able to do anything cool. I think
from 20-45 or 50 you should be "retired" then go to work when you are
kind of old and can't/don't want to do as much anymore.
36. Radical feminists and women who don't shave their pits/legs
37. Women who spell it "womyn." Since when is bad spelling
"liberating"??? You still pronounce it the same so I guess I am
oppressing you with my words...ooooo, feel the oppression!
38. Gas prices...I will date myself here but I remember when it was 86
cents and being pissed off when it went over a dollar. Now I
would murder my 4th cousin for a dollar a gallon.
39. Immature 30+ year olds...and not the endearing immature but the truly immature.
40. My crappy body and the fact that only me and my brother know what
it is really like to feel trapped in these things. Oh well, it
has made us who we are but still...I'm going to complain anyway ;)
41. People that always ask for your help but never listen to your
suggestions then come back with the same problem...over and over and
over.
42. The song Boomer Sooner, the University of Oklahoma and the entire
wasteland that is called the state of Oklahoma. (Ok, I hate this, none
of this "strongly dislike" here. I hate everything associated
with Oklahoma).
43. People who don't rerack the weights in the gym...no one cares that
you did 400lbs on the tricep dip machine, so if you're strong enough to
lift it, you're strong enough to remove the weight.
44. The "No War For Oil" slogan. Why not? No one has ever
given me a good reason for this saying. Do these people realize
that almost all wars have been fought over natural resources (water,
food, land, oil)?? In fact, natural resources seem like the only
GOOD reason to go to war because we all need them. Political
leaders die. Countries change. But the basic needs of the
people and societies will remain and like it or not, because of the
industrial revolution, oil is a necessity. I don't see these
people walking or riding a horse. And these people usually have
the stickers on their car...the irony is overwhelming. My
granddad, during officer school in his world strategy class, was told
to come up with a way to cripple the world without going to war.
His group's idea? That's right, corner the petroleum
market. This was in the 1950's. Yeah...seems like a good
enough reason to go to war to me.
45. Gold digging women.
46. A-hole guys that date nice girls then hurt them and screw them up for the nice guys.
47. "Time out"
48. The Pac-10 and their over inflated sense of how good they are.
49. Waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep.
50. Pseudo-intellectuals like Nietzsche, Gnostics, college liberals and
L. Ron Hubbard. Just because you use big words and say things
that go against the social norms does not make you smart, intelligent
or profound. In reality, you're a dumbass.
Ok, I think a list of 50 is a good way to start out but I reserve the
right to add to this list at any time and most likely...I will.
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| My weekend was pretty good. I hung out with James everyday this
weekend which as I typed that sounded like we are dating. We
might as well be, we go on man-dates all the time but hey, when your
friend says, "Hey, want to go to a professional sporting event for
free?" who am I to say, "No thanks." because as we all know I am a
sports whore. There, I said it. It feels good to get that
off my chest. Hi. My name is Cody and I am a sports
whore. Anyway...watched the UNC v. Duke game on Saturday night
and then went to the Suns v. Mavericks game on Sunday afternoon.
Both of the teams I was rooting for lost. Oh well, basketball
sucks anyway. Thank the sweet sweet Lord baseball season is
around the corner, college baseball has already started (although my
Longhorns are laying a royal egg right now) and NASCAR just
started. By the way, the World Baseball Classic officially
starts for the USA tomorrow against Mexico. I am really excited
about this and I even watched the Asian Pool Play (Japan, Korea,
Chinese Taipei and China) when ESPN 14 played it at 2AM. The
media says no one is interested in the Classic yet I haven't met a
sports fan that isn't at least interested in it. Once again the
media can blow out their....blow hole (?).
Our small group went well this Sunday. We got some stuff done and
then watched the Oscars, ate pizza and made fun of Emily for crying
during Reese Witherspoon's acceptance speech. A good time was had
by all. By the way, I won our small group Oscar
pick'em...yeah...the best...ever.
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| As I sit here watching the replay of the NASCAR Craftsman Truck Series
race out in sunny California, I feel compelled to tell you about the
greatest save I have ever had in my own truck (which is about the size
of the Truck Series trucks) on this rainy Texas night. I was
coming back from James's apartment after I went out with him, Eric and
Johnny. It happened near south Lewisville, right where the
construction starts. It was raining heavily and a pool of water
had formed right where one stretch of concrete retaining walls
started. I was trying to shoot the gap between the retaining wall
(on my left) and an eighteen wheeler (on my right) when my truck hit
the pool and promptly hydroplaned. The truck went this way:
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then this way:
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then back to:
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all thanks to my awesome driving skills. I was no more than six
inches from the wall at one point and six inches from the truck at one
point. I know this because my headlights became much larger on
the wall and the reflection of my tail lights much brighter on the side
of the truck (and no, I didn't brake). After I straightened out
with some fancy wheel work, I sped up and let out a "Wooooooo
hoooooooooo!" as I drove away from sure destruction unscathed.
Oh, did I mention that my windshield wipers are almost falling off and
it was raining? Yeah...I am the best...ever.
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