28 September 2007 - The One Where you should FREE EARL

This video doesn't just speak to me, it speaks for me. It also serves as a good history lesson. I had no idea that Earl was behind the fall of the Berlin Wall. I always thought that was Hasselhoff.
Also, if anyone has any idea who Dan Coscino is, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll be greatly indebited if anyone knows who this Darryl Hall falsetto voice belongs to.
Either way, Earl starts up again tonight and you should watch it. If you don't? Do I really need to say "Bad karma?" That's all you need to know. Do good things, good things happen. Do bad things, and you get the pain.

Also, I'll be taking this weekend off from ye olde bloge (gotta embrace the unnecessary vowel). Why? Well, I'm going off on another one of my oh-so-epic weekend trips. The subject of which will remain a secret. But I'll be crossing off at least one thing from my list.
So prepare yourselves for the next entry: The One Where Max Lives Like He Was Dying.

-MGD
Max Davison is a Junior at Claremont McKenna College. He was raised off rural Route 3, out past where the black top ends. He’d walk to church on Sunday mornings and race barefoot down to Johnson’s fence. That’s where he first saw Mary, on that road side picking blackberries. That summer he turned a corner in his soul, down that red dirt road.

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It was labor day weekend, I was 17. I bought a coke and some gasoline.

It's currently day three of my blogging adventure, and David Delgado has still not accepted my challenge to get off of his lazy ass and start writing. This is why a hunger strike may be necessary. If Mr. Delgado does not cave in and post a new entry by the end of this week, then on November 14th, I, Max Davison, will officially pull a Ghandi and abstain from eating for as long as it takes. Homer Simpson also utilized this tactic when the Springfield Isotopes were planning on moving to Albuquerque. It worked then, and it will work now if necessary. Onto the blogging... I had a rather pleasant dinner at the Ath tonight. It was a class dinner for Prof. Busch's GOVT20 class. The highlights included conversations about the Ivory Coast, strange roommates, and (most importantly) they had some great cheesecake. So great, in fact, that we raided the empty tables to ensure ourselves some extra slices. Cheesecake. I love it. Occasionally, I'm not sure if I want cake or a dairy

25 October 2007 - I'm not sure what his appeal is, but he deserves better

Superman has kryptonite. Mike Tyson has Buster Douglas. Vince Young has grammar. We all have our weaknesses. But mine is a little bit more embarassing than any of the aforementioned (apart from VY's hatred of the present tense): dumb romantic comedies. Yes, it's not something that I like to admit and it's a vice probably better suited for the Probie or Sean Garrity , but I just like to sit down for an hour and a half, turn my brain off and watch two people fall in love. And apart from the Hanks/Ryan classics (which were ruined for me after Meg ditched Dennis Quaid for Cinderella Man ), there is one thread that links all of my favorites: Hugh Grant. I mean, just look at the guy. When he's not getting arrested for picking up hookers on Sunset (here's a better shot of the man), he's the epitome of the 90 minute romance. He's got "endearingly befuddled" down to an art form, he's also got perfect comedic timing and if you've ever seen hi

24 September 2007 - The One Where Max Curses the Ayatollah

I've been reading up on the Middle east recently. It all started when I watched "Syriana" and was thoroughly confused. Although, watching George Clooney get tortured gave me the same sort of orgasmic bliss that I get from watching Kirk Gibson hobble around second base. Before I started studying, Ayatollah Khomeini was just that guy on the t-shirt that Homer refused to sell at his yard sale. So I have resolved to take as many Gov't classes when I get back to CMC. I'm prepared to ditch my ignorance about that giant bed of sand that happens to be floating on a sea of oil. But in my honest opinion, the greatest victim in the ongoing war between Islam and freedom has to be Yusef Islam, the artist formerly known to the world as Cat Stevens. In 1978, Cat Stevens converted to Islam and left the pop scene to focus on education and philthropy. In 1989, he called for Salman Rushdie's head on a platter, insisting He must be killed. The Koran makes it clear - if som

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