Below are the 18 most recent journal entries recorded in Adam Kerpelman's LiveJournal:

Thursday, January 24th, 2008
2:34 pm	So, until this morning I totally forgot livejournal even existed. Haven't checked yet to see if any of my old friends are left. Either way, i've got some time now, so I'll probably be posting here from time to time. Not sure if this is something I should have "grown out" of or what. Either way, seems i've got my computer near me as much as my journal these days. Fuck it. ~kerp (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 21st, 2004
11:33 pm	George Lucas Ruined My Day... Well. He did. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
1:21 am	Life Just a quick fuck you to the world, to our school system, to whoever decided that you need to decide what to do with your life at age 12. They've instilled in us this feeling that life is out there. They've instilled in us this feeling that we have to be ready. We have to get good grades, to get into a good school, to have a good life. I've spent the last 22 years preparing for something. But no one can tell me what. Somehow I don't think it'll ever stop. There's always more to prepare for. Does it ever stop? No, it doesn't. You prepare for school, then in school you prepare for work, at work you prepare for retirement, and then I guess you get ready to die. Fucking depressing. Is that how it's supposed to be, constantly getting ready for the next thing until I die? Fuck that! I'm not waiting for life to start, this is life. And from now one when someone asks me why I'm a philosophy major I'm going to direct them to this entry. I'll explain to them that I did it because it sounded interesting at the time, and it still is interesting. If that isn't enough of an answer then they'll never get it. I'm tired of feeling like I need to do things for the greater good, or to be some kind of active part of the world. From now on if I feel like eating ho-hos and watching TV all sunday I'm fucking doing it. Until I have a family to support I'm just going to do whatever the fuck seems interesting at the time. And all the people that tell me I have to start a career, that it's time for "life" to start, can eat a dick. Life started 22 years ago. Now I'm gonna live it. ~Kerp P.S. What the fuck does quixotic mean? Current Mood: quixotic (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 11th, 2004
3:18 am	It's been a while... So I haven't written in a while. I guess I've been in a mellow mood for the last few months, who knows. But something happened the other day that I simply had to lay down a rant about. In a crafty ploy student activities here at UVa were planning to show the film "Fahrenheit 9/11" on 9/11. I thought nothing of it. Except maybe, hmm... maybe I'll go see that again. Last week the screening was canceled in response to a letter from a concerned parent bothered that it was insulting and inappropriate to show this film on such a sacred day. Now don't get me wrong. I have total respect for the meaning of the day, and the my sympathies go out to all that lost loved ones. But this is absofuckinglutly ridiculous. The fact that in response to this letter the school bowed and canceled the showing makes me sick. I honestly have half and mind to download a bootleg copy and host my own showing on a big fucking screen in the middle of the main quad. And when they try to make me stop I'll cite my right to free assembly and spit in their face. If it bothers you that the Newcomb hall theater is showing a movie on 9/11 that is controversial, and deals with the events of the day, THEN DON"T GO SEE THE FUCKING MOVIE! and that's the end of it. You don't have to be bothered by it at all. It's not like they school decided to do what I proposed. If that were the case there might be grounds for complain. To show something so controversial in a public setting where one cannot escape it does seem to be in very poor taste. But to show it in a shitty basement theater for 3 bucks a pop, where I have to drive there, park, walk to the basement, pay for a ticket, choose a seat, sit through (and enjoy) the movie. Fuck that. The only people whose way that gets in are the people that would go anyway. I think canceling this showing is simply not enough. Every 9/11 we should destroy all but one master copy of this horrible movie. Because to me there mere existence of such a movie on such a sacred day is insulting. A government force, composed of private contractors, should round up all copies of this movie and in honor of the events of 9/11/01 hold a massive bonfire. Or maybe they should just let me watch my fucking movie. If it bothers them, they don't have to come. ~Kerp Current Mood: drunk (Comment on this)
Friday, May 14th, 2004
10:23 pm	alright alright alright..... Just for the record. Dazed and Confused is one of the best movies ever. I don't care what any of those elitist film assholes have to say. ~Kerp ...On WEEED!! (Comment on this)
10:21 pm	I'm baaack..... Well. It's been a while. To anyone that cared (hahahaha...oh shit I crack myself up) sorry. The rest of life picked up and I ran out of time to write. But I've got plenty of shit, and now life without swimming allows me alot of time for the likes of this. So, a rant for today. Today as I was sitting in traffic when I realized that cars are like today's ring of Gyges (god knows if I spelled that right). -- For those of you that aren't philosophy tools like me, this is an example Plato used. He said that if everyone had a ring of Gyges, a mythical ring that would make you invisible, then you would do whatever you wanted. He presented it as an example of how morals aren't inherent in man, they are simply a product of consequences.-- Anyway, that's what a car is. A layer of anonymity, a place where you don't have to face up to the consequences of your actions. Most people would think twice about jumping in front of you in a line, people cut other people off like crazy in traffic. Because they don't have to answer for it unless they fuck up really really bad. One of these days, when some jackass guns it into a intersection on a yellow light only to cause gridlock and back up the whole block for a half hour, I'm gonna get out and give him and make him answer for it. I bet he'd think twice before he ever did it again. I hope I'm just being bitter, cause if the whole ring thing is really true, this world really is fucked. And for those you you that are from around baltimore, this is all due to the fact that it took me 2.5 hours to get from best buy, to my house (usually 10 minutes), because of fuckers doing dumb shit like that in moderate traffic at yellow lights. So you can understand my anger. ~Kerp Current Mood: eh...whatever Current Music: nothing (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 19th, 2003
11:58 pm	What bill of rights? I was just reading a Newsweek article about the outrage over the comment that Rush Limbaugh made on ESPN about Donovan McNabb. For those that don't know he said that he thought all the hype over McNabb was because the NFL has been waiting for a black QB. This is what I don't get: Rush is an asshole, anyone that has ever listened to the radio, well, ever, knows this. So why the hell does his opinion matter enough so as to make him have to quit his job and start throwing around apologies. It's not like he made some personal threat towards McNabb, and it's not like he fired McNabb becasue he doesn't like black people. It's his fucking opinion for crying out load. So maybe you say that he shouldn't have shared it, but let me ask you this; If you call the Howard Stern show and ask him a political question, to which he answers, 'George Bush is a borderline illiterate monkey who bought the presidency' , is he charged with treason, is anyone even offended? No, cause he's a fucking asshole, everyone knows he's a fucking asshole, no one pays attention to it. So why the hell does it matter when Limbaugh says something inflammatory, and what's more, why does it matter this time, over all the other times he's committed this atrocity?. He's made a living out of saying inflammatory things on radio. Who the fuck cares what he thinks? We used to have freedom of speech in this country. Or so I'm told. I wouldn't know, I haven't been alive long enough. And some would say that the mere fact that I get to write this makes my speech free. But I guess it's a relative thing, sure we're not communists, but we're sure as hell not free. When a radio talk show host, with a spot on ESPN says something inflammatory and is forced to quit his job, apologize to the world, and then disclose his whole addiction history, speech doesn't seem that free. In fact, it seems pretty fucking expensive. I thought the point of freedom of speech was about being able to say whatever you wanted, wherever you wanted, however you wanted. And it works because anyone listening has the right to call you a fucking asshole and ignore your every word. Is everyone in our country such a fucking zombie to anything that is spoon fed to them through the media that they can no longer think about what they want to ignore and what they don't? Is it simply a constant stream of assimilated information, and they're getting it and believing it whether they like it or not, because they can't help it? Is it to the point that we have to strain everything that is said, anywhere, so as not to hurt people's feelings? That's bullshit, anyone that's ever gotten a lecture from a parent knows exactly what ignoring is. Anyone that's ever read the side of a cigarette box as they've lit one up knows exactly what ignoring is. If you really believe that you cannot ignore anything, anywhere, ever, then I hope your feelings are hurt. Maybe these people will start killing themselves and good old survival of the fittest will start to work again. ~Kerp Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: none (Comment on this)
Monday, September 29th, 2003
12:14 pm	Finally back online... I'm back. Finally got a place to live and an internet connection. That having been said i am going to slap the next person I hear use the term "tour de force". I was reading a movie review and the critic used this term spurring me to look it up. I wanted to see if there was as shade of meaning I was missing or something. The definition read, "an outstanding performance or effort". Just as I suspected. This led me to the question, what the fuck is the point of even saying this. Then I realized, oh wait, the point is to sound like a pretentious asshole snob. When I learned how to write I don't recall a teacher ever telling me that it was better to use a large complicated word instead of a simple word meaning exactly the same thing. In fact I was once hit in the head with a book by the best english teacher I may every have had for using the word 'utilize'. Because it means the same fucking thing as the word use. Almost word for word they have the same definition in the dictionary. There isn't even any difference in shade of meaning. But somehow utilize is supposed to make you sound smarter. So, if you truly deem it apposite to utilize such intricate and arduous expressions, your imminent strike of the face is entirely suitable. So, if you're gonna use words that fucking complicated you deserve the beating I'm gonna throw you. Which one makes the better point? And which one makes you wanna slap me? That is all. Thank you. ~Kerp Current Mood: busy Current Music: I'm Still Here - Vertical Horizon (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
7:41 pm	Fuck the police... A friend of mine got a citation for underage drinking the other night, I was there when it happened. We were walking down the street when a cop comes up at at least 60 MPH slamming on his brakes and skidding to a halt in the space of about 10 feet right in front of us. He jumped from his car and trained a flashlight on my friend. Still behind his car, as if taking shelter, he told my friend to put his hands up, no, he didn't tell, he shouted. I swear this guy though he had a camera-man for 'COPS: Charlottesville' in his fucking car. I was wondering where my buddy had hidden his gun and why he had been foolish enough to wave it at the cop from the side of the road. But there was no gun, simply an open beer. That's what really gets me, the cop didn't even know yet that the guy wasn't 21, all he had seen was an open beer. All of this was over an open fucking beer in public. It's worth noting that there is a serial rapist loose in C-ville. One that has violently had his way with a number of people all ready. And this power-happy, beaten when he was a child, gonna be a cop to bring justice but now is stuck giving out parking tickets and thinks it's the rest of the worlds fault motherfucker, is out scaring the shit out of 19 year olds with beers. My buddy wasn't even drunk and stumbling, it was his second fucking beer. But I guess one beer leads to another, and that leads to another, and the next thing you know this friend of mine is raping the shit out of unsuspecting college coeds. So maybe in the end they've got it right. Fuck that, the law enforcement around here needs to find more productive things to do with their time, like handing out said citations on Rugby road. A location where fratboys really are getting underage girls shitfaced and raping them. So I guess there are parts of town where it's okay to be an underage drinker. My friend's citation said "underage consumption of alcohol", perhaps it should have read 'consumption of alcohol out of designated rape areas'. I hope that officer gets raped. And if it's not by the serial rapist he failed to catch, I hope it's by a pack of 18 year old, drunk, fratboys with plumger handles. ~Kerp Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: nothing (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 21st, 2003
8:29 pm	Unless you're opening an umbrella up your ass... My mom announced to the family the other day that "The Smyth's are pregnant". I said "excuse me, you mean the Smyth's are having a baby?". She said yes, they were pregnant. I tried to explain what a bullshit, politically correct way of saying what she meant to say that was. She didn't get it. I mean come on. What kind of lame attempt to make everyone happy and include everyone is this? I understand that the male in a relationship has a role in the whole process of having a baby, but the guy is not fucking pregnant. Sure he does have to deal with said woman, and all the shit that she will go through, but there is no possible way that this is anywhere near on par with what the woman is actually going through. This is another one of these fucking bullshit, person-hole cover instead of man-hole cover, politically correct ideas. What man ever said. 'you know what, I feel left out, I want to feel part of the pain and suffering that is pregnancy, I want to be pregnant too'. The same way someone, somewhere, at some point, said, 'I'm offended that it is called a man-hole, that's sexist, change it.' Who the fuck cares. It's still a hole in the street through which a person can access whatever the fuck is down there. It doesn't matter if it's a man or woman that is purportedly going through it. If you're petty enough as to actually care then you should be stuffed down one and the cover should be arc welded closed. The day that a man finds a way to give birth, we can start saying that 'he' is pregnant. Until then a woman is pregnant. A man is dealing with the woman. And the only thing they are doing together (in more than one sense most likely) at that time is having a child. If there's some fucker out there that is really, truly upset by the fact that he isn't getting enough credit, than he can deal. He's not having a baby, he's fucking watching, he doesn't deserve credit. As for the people that want to make him feel better, fuck them too. It's called survival of the fittest. Not everyone gets to be happy all the time. You have to break a few eggs to make and omelet, and I like omelets. ~Kerp Current Mood: stressed Current Music: Only the pounding in my head, originally performed by Air Supply (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 20th, 2003
8:22 pm	skiiirrrttttt!! Next time someone rides my ass for 20 miles of highway because I'm only going 30 over the speed limit I am going to slam on the breaks and gladly collect the insurance check. UNC sucks. That is all. ~Kerp Current Mood: angry Current Music: nothing (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
10:42 pm	"I'm a lucky Devil" I was driving home from North Carolina today when I saw a bumper sticker sporting a confederate flag. Under the flag read, "Heritage, not hate." How ridiculously ignorant of an argument is that. The flag wasn't used by the south until the war started. It's not a symbol of the south it's a symbol of the fucking war. It's their goddamn battle flag for Christ's sake. It wasn't even the flag the would have flown over the state house, only the one that they carried into battle. It's seems any Tahoe driver preaching heritage would already have known this. At least if they're going to preach at me they better know their fucking history. It was the flag they flew in battle, in a war over whether or not they got to keep their slaves. Even if the war didn't start as that it became that, and to the newly freed slaves it was still the war that gave them their freedom. And to ancestors of those slaves, who have that as their heritage, the flag represents the force that sought to keep them in bonds. If heritage, not hate, really, really works as an argument then Germans could proudly fly the Nazi flag. And upon complaint by any Jewish people simply exclaim that they have taken it as a symbol of their rich heritage, not of hate. It doesn't represent the millions of jews that were killed, it represents beer and schnitzel, liederhosen and chocolate. Just as the bumper sticker does this still neglects what the flag means to others, and what particular chunk of heritage it is celebrating. Both flags are celebrating a sick chunk that brought death and misery. It's bullshit. But then again as funny-man David Cross put it, "there is simply no form of ignorance, deeper and more profound, more steadfast, and unwavering than that you will find in the south." No wonder they lost. ~Kerp Current Mood: amused Current Music: Handle With Care - Traveling Wilburys (On vinyl no less) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
9:25 pm	Something's fucked up The client I'm using seems to fuck up entries sometimes. I apologize to anyone that misses the prick entry about little kids crying. Ha. ~Kerp Current Mood: confused Current Music: none (Comment on this)
Monday, July 28th, 2003
8:00 pm	Bigger than guns. Bigger than cigarettes Yesterday someone told me that Ludacris was a lyrical genius. The explanation in response to my request for validation was this, "well he can rhyme words that don't even rhyme". My answer was, "oh, okay" and I let the subject pass. This interaction made me realize something. I have tremendous respect for rappers like ole' Luda. They're geniuses. They can take trash, utter lyrical bullshit, about nothing more than bud, bitches and bling, package it in the mystique of gangsta life and sell it to people for millions of dollars. After this they live life fat-rats and everyone treats them like they're bigger than Jesus because they can make words rhyme that don't even rhyme. I'm sorry but any illiterate asshole can do that. In fact you're probably better at it if you are illiterate. If I knew I could make millions by mispronouncing the word "here" I would have done that shit years ago. I'll admit hip-hop is fun, and there are mainstream artists that deserve respect. But, in most cases, lyrical artistry it is not. The real respect goes to the rappers that can make anything rhyme. But not by making shit up; they do it by finding a word that fits. The english language is beautiful like that, there are hundred of words that can mean whatever you're looking for. It might just take a thesaurus to do it. I can't always find the right word, especially not in time to fit it into a freestyle, they can; I respect that. People say that rap music is to our times what sonnets were to people in Shakespeare's age. That rappers are the mainstream poets of our age. I can see that. But certainly not if by rap music they mean the bullshit that's all over the radio. Go pick up a CD by Atmosphere, or The Pharcyde, you'll see what I'm talking about. Give the kid a nipple, cause he sucks... ~Kerp Current Mood: good Current Music: Ya Mama - The Pharcyde (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:06 am	Doo bee doo bee doo This being at home thing kinda sucks. There's not too many people left around here. Come to think of it, barring my family, there's really nothing much left for me here at all. Not that that's a bad thing. I think it just means it's time to move on to something else; it's time to get on with life or something like that. Whatever. In philosophy class a while back we were talking about cause and effect and how it could exist if we had a puppet-master god that controlled every single thing. The only answer was that god habitually does the same thing in response to an action. Like every time someone is beheaded habitually death is caused. This proposition raises the following question: wouldn't it be cool as shit if God missed one? If someone was beheaded and god accidentally forgot to cause death. I submit that it would. But boy would it fuck with some bodily functions. ~Kerp Current Mood: bored Current Music: Love Rollercoaster - RHCP (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 27th, 2003
1:13 am	Clearly Dante thinks I'm a prick too Well if this shit is accurate then I'll see all but 2 of you in hell eh? The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge! Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Level Score Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Moderate Level 2 (Lustful) Very High Level 3 (Gluttonous) Low Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Low Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) High Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) Very High Level 7 (Violent) Moderate Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Very High Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) Moderate Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test Current Mood: tired Current Music: Whole Lotta Love - Oasis (live) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 25th, 2003
9:35 pm	Blow me For the record: I can't type and I can't spell. Who cares. That is all. ~Kerp Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
8:29 pm	The real world is calling... Will Sutton is my hero. Last night I gave him the high point award at the awards night. He came up and thanked me afterward. And he did it on his own. His mom would never put him up to something like that, it's not her style. This is a kid that at 7 goes out of his way to shake the hand of every kid that he swims against, win or lose. We asked the kids to stay in the water and wait until everyone else finishes. This dude took it the extra step on his own. Whenever I had to yell at the whole group for talking or fucking around he would always come up and ask with the most concerned face I've every seen, "coach, did I do anything wrong?" The answer was always no. We need more kids like him in the world. A few different swimmers asked me after the meet if I was coming back next year. All I could say was I didn't think so because I had to get a real job. Holy shit, that's kinda scary. I mean in my case that's probably gonna mean something like being some coffee bitch to some director or something, but just the same. The real hit is that it's gonna come at the same time that I'm finishing with swimming. So not only am I suddenly pretty much on my own, but I've got an extra like 9 hours a day. What am I gonna do with myself? Probably watch a lot of TV. And you know what? That's fine with me. ~Kerp Current Mood: content Current Music: Rocky Mountain Way - Joe Walsh (Comment on this)