Comment Spam

Spam has finally hit the blogging world. It's really quite irritating, especially with Blogger's piss-poor ability to manage comments in general. Here's what happens: You publish a post to your blog, which is guaranteed to be syndicated. When the page is updated, it's added to a log file off in the neversphere. Spammers have utilities set up to monitor these sites, go out to the recently update blog site and post a comment. You've seen them before here, but in the event that you haven't, here's an example:

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Everything is automated, so you can go from one comment to my best showing of five. The cool thing about Blogger is that you can only remove the comment every once in a blue moon if you click the right combination of view post and comment options. How irritating.

On another note - Friday night is the start of camp-out. Imagine 4000 graduate students livng in U-Haul trucks in a parking lot for 36 hours. Stores in the area are already running out of beer. I'll probably bring the video camera along, just for the hell of it. The business school guys go all out for this event and get sponsors from local restaurants, stores, etc. People bring generators, big screen tv's and blow-up dolls. Should be fun :-) By the way, I'm 2-0 in both of my fantasy football leagues!!! I've also lasted both weeks in a survivor league at school, which has shrunk from 28 people to 9. Go INDIE!!!

Over There

I don't really feel like waxing poetic at this point time, so I'll leave you with "I guess somebody has to go." Please keep my brother Matt in your prayers as he boards a plane for Kuwait and then makes the long drive to his new home in Iraq. Tomorrow's hangover is dedicated to you, bro.



Again, please keep him in your prayers.
Andrew

Judge Judy Eat Your Heart Out!

I am pleased to announce that I have been elected Judicial Representative (along with some other potatohead) for the Class of 2007. I will now be one of the official Honor Code enforcers for the school and run the MBAA elections. To think it all started one day, back in 1982 when I got my first hall monitor position. At that point, I knew there were grand things in store...

Signs You Are in Business School

I am really tired right now. Stayed up late trying to get ahead in my computer skills class, and no, that's not a "good" thing... The Raiders game is on tonight at 9:00 PM, which means no sleep tonight either. Got me thinking about school in general. You know you're in business school when:

• You wake up in the middle of the night screaming "It's centralized, damnit. Centralized!" while going over a case org chart in your head.
• You can't decide what to eat at BoJangles, so you make a decision tree on a napkin and then assignt weights to the options.
• You determine your opportunity assessment for *cough* extra-curricular activity over the weekend.
• The assessment result is so low that you've got a better shot of going to the Latin Party and getting lucky with the bouncer. Ora le, me llamo "guerro grande."
• Fine dining means ordering the "exhibition plate" in the cafeteria.
• You explain to your wife that drinking an entire six pack in one sitting isn't really a bad thing. Instead, you encourage her to think of it as a negative shift on the supply curve, given the refrigerator is empty. Of course, you run to the store the next day to replenish, but that's beside the point
• Things like this are funny.

Granted none of the rest of you are in business school, I'm not holding out for point #7, soooo sod off. I'm grabbing some coffee and jumping in the truck; I'm late for my 8:00 AM stats class.

And in the Red Corner, Introducing Lou Dobbs!

Gotta tell you, it was GREAT to watch Lou Dobbs beat up Jesse Jackson like a Dollar Store pinata on live TV tonight. Too bad Sharpton wasn't there, as well. Jackson and Sharpton thrive off of racial division in this country and do everything they can to keep the fire burning. The idea that the hurricane respose (or lack thereof) was racially motivated is absolutely ludicrous.

Maybe Jesse Jackson should start asking why so many of the people in New Orleans didn't evacuate. No, I'm not referring to the homeless/indigent/poor, etc. I'm referring to the 2000+ people that got airlifted off the roofs of their houses because they didn't want to leave their houses. "I thought we could ride it out." "I didn't want my house to get looted." What a bunch of stupid ass people. If you have to choose between your family and your @$#@%^% TV set, you don't deserve either. If Jesse wants to stoke the racism flames yet again, maybe he can address all of the blacks that were roving the streets, raping women and looting stores. Even better, maybe Jesse Jackson can address the blacks that were shooting the doctors evacuating hospitals, the national guard trying to rescue people and then contractors that were trying to fix the levees. There are people dying every minute; God knows how many have died while I've taken the time to write this. Yet, with all of this in mind, the best Jesse and Al can offer is "the government is racist and doesn't care if blacks die." Two reverends, no less.

Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in they name? And in thy name have cast out devils? And in thy name done many wonderful works? And then I will profess unto them, I never knew you; depart from me ye that work iniquity.

Matthew 7:22-23

Freshmen Will Be Freshmen

I always appreciate a good laugh. One of the guys on my study team runs a dorm here at the hallowed halls of Duke and passed on the following story at one of our many long, drawn-out and laborious study meetings.

My friend was fast asleep at 4:00 AM when his phone rang. The police were at his door (he's in charge of the dorm) and were bringing a student back. Apparently, one of the freshmen in his dorm (a young woman) went out and tied one on pretty hard the night before classes. In her drunken stupor, she wandered back to the dorms only to find the doors locked. Angry that her key wouldn't open the door, the young lady decided to break one of the windows and crawl inside, where she subsequently passed out on the floor. While this still would have been a newsworthy story if it played out as she expected, it wouldn't have been quite as funny. Unfortunately for our story's heroine, she had, in fact, missed her dorm completely. Beer Bong Betty had actually broken into the University Art Museum and had passed out in the lobby. I'm trying to decide (based on a student's income) just how much I would have paid to be on the call to her parents that probably would have gone like this:

"Good morning, Mr. AlcoholicsDad"
"Hardly. It's 4:00 AM"
"This is the University Police Department at Duke University"
"Is my daughter ok?"
"She's fine now. We've bandaged her hands and she's sleeping."
"What happened?"
"It appears that your daughter wanted to get a head start on her Art Appreciation class"
"How's that?"
"Well, first she stuck her fist through one of the windows in the University Art Museum..."

Gotta love freshmen :-)