2/24/02 ~ Ry

I was reading Luke’s page today and it hit me like a ton of bricks. No not the fact that the clip of the week has turned into the clip of “the four months”, and no even the fact that he is a useless bastard and had nothing to post about. No friends, it is the fact that there were both of them coexisting in literally the same day. Saddened by this thought the little navy bean sized gears in my head started turning……Don’t be alarmed this turning was in no way academic. However, it was geared toward sitting on the couch and watching TV. You may be asking yourself two things right now:

1) How could that possibly solve the problem and?
2) Why does CMU suck infinitely?

Well as far as the second question goes, I have neither the time nor tolerance to tackle that one. I can answer the first one though. You see it has come to my attention that if you wait long enough you will fall face first into the solution. So while I was lying on the couch making sure it didn't fly away and get stuck in a Trufula tree somewhere only to be destroyed when it was cut down to make a thneed, the answer came to me. Well actually it was only Paul calling me from right down the hall. He wanted the help number to our favorite Internet Service Provider….that’s right AOL. So I took the initiative and walked down to the room he was in. Well I called them and insisted that AOL was downloading gay porno. The guys got fed up and hung up on me. This is when the problem solved itself. Some guy, I will call him Icabod, told us about how you can clean a shower with rubbing alcohol by pouring it on the walls and lighting it on fire. Instantly, Paul grabbed his keys and we were off to Meijer (The Bane Of My Existence). He spent the required $2.50 and then we were off to the shower. To wrap this up we dowsed the shower in the alcohol and it was matches away. As you can see it was quite the show. The temperature was almost unbearable. It was a moment that gave a post and a clip of the week all in about 20 minutes. What a great day!

So that is where Ry ends and I begin, I did a little work and made it good for Luke's Domain viewers like you. You can get it either lower quality windows streaming media. Or you can get the whole shabang in high-quality .mpeg format, I leave that decision up to you. Enjoy my children!

Ry Ry plays with Fire!!
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2/19/02 ~ Luke

I've got nothing to post about, so I'll give you a happy picture of me. This picture is sponsored by DEATH!! In the words of Kevin and Al that is. I've got some more pics that I want you people to take a look at and tell me what you think.

The hickey, it's origins unknown, it's purpose also a great mystery in American culture. We've all gotten or given one of these little beasts in our time, and this is just one more example of what happens when making out turns into a three hour marathon of sucking on one another. This girl, who we'll call Carrie for the purposes or privacy was minding her own business when she was viciously attacked by a rampant shop-vac. People, keep your appliances under control or they will rebel. But seriously some guy gave Carrie this temporary piece of social wonderment and we're all very proud of him. But I think we should all be more proud of me, who managed to take a picture of the hickey and make it away alive.

Even though I have very limited Adobe skills, you get the idea. Speaking of skills, my boy Nate has been busy at work on his new site. I love it, Nate we all fail in comparison to you, and we all miss you. Come visit us.

2/12/02 ~ Luke

Where do I even begin? So last night seemed like any other night, I was sitting around with the fellas playing some Half Life, being bored and regretting being sober. I called my buddy Ry Ry up on the phone and told him to come over, he said ok and it looked like plans were being set into motion to actually do something with my post midnight hours usually devoted to Jerry Springer. Anyway, at CMU after midnight you must check your guests in when they arrive. Even though Ry goes to CMU he doesn't live in my dorm and therefore must check in, retarded, I know. Back to the relevancy of my story. I went downstairs to get him and upon arriving the deskies said, "Hey, you gotta check him in!" Ry and I looked at each other, and ran away towards the safety of the dorm room. After making it up two flights of stair we heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps in hot pursuit of us, the two fugitives. We ran once more, up another 5 flights of stairs bringing us to the seventh floor of Wheeler Hall. We did this totally commando style, opening doors as week went, splitting up and rejoining at a later floor, we truly thought we had lost these so called "desk nazis." But much to our demise, upon meeting on the seventh floor and exchanging a brief account of what had happened, a total flamer if you will approached us and told us we had to go downstairs and check in. Our jaws dropped and we trudged back down to the front desk.

At this point most people would just give up and cooperate with the check in, but then again Ry and I aren't most people. For some reason I felt that I hadn't given them enough trouble and when they asked for my room number I gave them the completely wrong number. So there, once more I had defied the desk workers, truly I am the greatest there ever was. We were in my room for about a minute at most when there was a knock at the door. Before I go on, I'll do some role call. Al, a different Ryan, Dennis, and Kevin also in the room. I walked to the door and heard Kenny talking to someone who's voice sounded vaguely familiar. Sure enough it was the deskies, they had looked up my name and found out where I really lived. As the knob started to twist I panicked and did the only thing I could think to do, I hid behind the door. My life is such a soap opera. Kenny walked in but the door did not shut, they were standing in the doorway, I was trapped. From Kenny's vantage point he could see me and figured out what was going on. For the remainder of this story I'm going to directly quote the events of last night. Kenny said, "Uh, naw, I don't think Luke's here." Ry was in the other room, unaware of who was at the door and blatantly said, "No Kenny, he's behind the door." Kenny covered with, "Naw naw, Luke really isn't here. I don't know where he is." Ry, in all his infinite wisdom points a finger round the corner and says again, "No really, he's right behind the door." That's about when I realized that I was screwed and as the man's head started looking round the door I did the only thing I could think to do. When he finally saw me, standing there behind the door he was greeted with Luke's elongated middle finger standing to attention. Proclaiming proudly that although I was screwed I still had no more respect for you then when this whole venture started. So, I got written up, and nothing more than that will happen. Hooray for CMU, peace out my children.



2/01/02 ~ Luke

There comes a time in everyone's life when they finally make that one decision that changes their lives forever. Whether that change is for the good or for the bad is up to that person. It seems I made that one decision earlier this week. Yes it's true, I did buy 312 cans of Mountain Dew. Why you may ask? Because I could damnit! As it turns out we found a nice little way to scam ourselves into massive amounts of this caffeinated wonder beverage. I paid only $25.80 for 26 cases of Dew, that's less than a buck a case. Wanna know how I did, well I'll tell you.

Office Depot is a supplier of many essential products in today's marketplace, and as it turns out also supply Pepsi products to their break rooms at a cut price. To make it even better, we "magically" acquired $20 rebate coupons from some careless online company redeemable at officedepot.com. A case of Dew ran for 2.99, not that much of a deal on it's own, but since we didn't have to pay the deposit we saved $31.20. For those of you who aren't familiar with Michigan, you have to pay a 10 cent deposit on every can of pop you buy, but you also get it back if you turn your cans in. Anyway, 26 cases at 2.99 a cases came out to about 77 bucks, minus the $20 for the coupon and we come to 57 bucks. As it turns out if you buy more than $50 worth of stuff from officedepot.com they give you free shipping. What a strange coincidence! There you have it, 312 cans of Mountain Dew was $57 dollars. That's 5.4 cents per can! But what about after we're done drinking them, take them back and get the deposit back that we never paid for!! So $57 turns into roughly 26 dollars for 312 cans, not bad for a days work. Factor in the chance that I sell the individual cans to my dorm yields even better results. I'm so proud of me. . .

Post Wars has turned into a real battle of the sexes in the past couple of days. I suggest you all check it out and join in on the action. Although the current battle did fill up the guest book and I had to archive it. But it is available here, this also means a new clean slate is open for you freaks to yell and throw sand at one another. However it's quite late, and I have a math test that I should really be studying for right now, but oh well. Look at how long my hair is getting. I've decided that I'm going to keep growing it out just to see how high I can get it before it won't stand up any more. Jeez, I look so sad. I miss my girlfriend. I'm taking a picture of myself in my bathroom mirror before I went out to a party. I'm sure I'll just be the life of that party, rriiggghhhtttt....Kids I really don't have all that much more for you tonight, I know that last post is a hard one to follow. I think I'll just leave you all with some words of wisdom that my grandfather once shared with me. "What the hell are you still up for, go to bed!" Thanks gramps, I will.