Apollo's Post

Well, Dad won't let me actually step on the keyboard so I guess I'll have to telepathically tell him what to type for me here. He has been mean recently, he's always gone at school... but then it seems like for a couple of days he is usually home the entire day to play/nap with me. I can't do too much when he is gone, just sleep. Although sometimes he forgets and leaves things on his desk like those yummy napkins that he's wiped his mouth with or some pens - I love chewing the caps off of them (except that one time when I chewed and it started leaking red stuff onto the ground, that was a bit different). Oh and if I get REALLY lonely, I can always chew up the shoe laces of those 2 pairs of shoes, but I think I'm not supposed to do that because Dad yells at me when he comes home.


Then there's of course Dad's socks. I looooveeee them, but they're not always nice and smelly. When the socks come out of the dryer Dad usually puts them away immediately anyways, but they don't smell good. But if he forgets and leaves them in his laundry basket (which I can get into!) or on top of his shoes, they are mine! I am the caped sock bandit, as you can see... they are just so good to chew on until I am able to tear it up into tiny little pieces. It is also good to play tug-o-war too when I can get Dad to play with me... he sometimes just wants to sit there on his computer or just sleep when he comes home, he's boring sometimes. Doesn't he know that I've been waiting for him all day at home, bored, with nothing to do?


I like:
- to go on walks (when Dad says "walk" I know it's time to go!)
- not to go potty inside (unless Dad's been gone for a really long time and I can't hold it anymore)
- smelly socks
- smelly feet
- to chase cats because I'm small enough to catch them under cars
- to chew on Dad's sandals
- the smell of beer
- to chew on my bone that I stole from the 2 big neighbor dogs across the street
- to meet new people and play with them (I like everyone!)
- to wrestle with Dad and chew on his hands
- to eat dog biscuits/cookies (when Dad says "do you want a cookie?" I know it's time for a treat!)

"If covering the posters are the answer, there's a lot more work to be done"

First let me start off by saying that I am not a member of CP Salsa, nor do I know any of the 200+ members of that club. Heck, for a while there I thought the Salsa Club was a sub-division of the Nutrition Department. I normally try to straddle the fence regarding touchy issues such as censorship but the demands and the actions taken by the protestors against the provocative Salsa ads at long last forced me to elect a side.

I’m sure we’re all well aware of our 1st amendment rights, and for those who insisted on plastering the “Cal Poly Advisory” stickers all over the provocative parts of the Salsa posters, I have this to say to them: I hope you mass-produced those stickers. Those same individuals better be running up to those females here at Cal Poly who has donned a cleavage revealing top or a guy in a muscle shirt and completely envelop them with “Advisory” stickers. There is no difference between that course of action and what they have done recently. Only then will we truly see whether or not the students here at Poly will allow you to confiscate pieces of our rights.

Furthermore, if the advertisements are really as bad as Professor Lynn (or anyone else with enough disapproval to remove private property from the public halls) make them out to be, why don’t they just leave them up? If they claim that the ads posed by those such as Roberts showing cleavage is “blatantly offensive and degrading to women”, then one would think it would impose a very negative and undignified impression on the Salsa club as a whole – thus driving away potential club members, especially women. What better way is there to thwart CP Salsa than to let their own offensive ads self-destruct on themselves?

Those advisory stickers that were used to cover up the offensive bits of the posters quoted preserve the innocent… I think they should be followed by “uphold the censorship” or “remove our rights”.

(Appeared in the Mustang Daily's "Letters to the Editor" section of 10/12)

It was written by me in response to this article.

3 III Three

"Work hard, play (party) hard" apparently seems to be the motto for this quarter... at least for these first 3 weeks.

Friday was busy in itself... had to give an engineering lab tour to about 3 families, which lasted a bit longer than the ones in the past, which is peculiar being that a bunch of the labs are now condensed together in the new building next to the ATL, which is less walking, but we still took longer than the past. Then I had work that afternoon, where Paul came back to visit. Him and Robyn bowled a few games. After work and my last class, I went home and picked up Apollo to meet Amanda at the Poly track to jog. That night the guys had a poker game at the Oceaniare house, and I actually did pretty well... came out $28 or so after buying in with $10.

Saturday was a lazy day, until about 5 in the afternoon when I had to get ready to go to the Cal Poly football game. I met Dan, Kristin, their roommate Lacey and her friend Casey at the stadium, and we got seats plus t-shirts. We totally killed them, it was 30-6 when we decided to leave at about 8 minutes left in the 4th quarter. We went to Applebee's for dinner, and then off to the Oceanaire house again. We hung out for about 45 minutes - 1 hour before my group (Dan and the 2 girls) got tired and we decided to leave without the rest of the Oceanaire house. We headed off to Bull's first, where I finally had my very first Bull's Sweat. What's in it? I didn't/couldn't tell what the alcoholic part of it was, I think the last thing that went into it was 151, but the first 2 ingredients were Worcester Sauce and Tobasco Sauce. Um, yeah... needless to say, being the first 2 things into the double shot glass ended up being the last things down my throat after drinking it... and let me tell ya, that tobasco/worcester combination really burned and dryed up my throat for the rest of the night, and the 1/2 cup of beer didn't really do too much as a chaser. Oh yeah, Alex (AK) was there, and I ended up buying him the Sweat as well (his first one too). From Bull's we headed off across the street to Mission, where everyone else got a Tokyo Tea and I got an Adios Motherfucker. We chilled outside next to the heat lamps, and I eventually went inside and danced for a bit, and I even ran into Alaina and Val, and we all hung out/danced inside for a while before we left and headed off to Mother's. We were outside in line waiting to get into Mother's when James came and got us to go to Frog and Peach where the rest of the Oceanaire house was. We hung out there for a bit, until asian Chris convinced me to go to Mother's with him, where I paid the $5 cover and danced inside for a while before we went back to F&P, and Mike eventually picked us all up. We dropped off Phung and Chris (after stopping the car once to let Phung puke at the sidewalk), and then we went back to Oceanaire and I crashed on their couch for the night.

Party On...

So yesterday was Mike's birthday party. All of us got together and went to Applebee's for dinner... me, Dan, Erik (who was in town), Lisa, Jesus, James, Joe, Chris, James, and of course Mike. Afterwards we partied at their house, and let me tell ya... it was some good times. We played fuck the dealer once, there were some games of speed going on around the house, and yeah... people taking shots and just having a good time hanging out. People who showed up included Huy and Chris, friends of James', friends of Mike's, friends of Jaime's, Darien and Melissa, and more. Then promptly at about 11:30 we all packed into a few cars and headed downtown, where all hell broke loose when we went into Mother's. I killed an Adios Motherfucker by 1.) took a small taste 2.) took a sip 3.) chugged the bitch. Yeah that kinda screwed me over but I topped it off with a Red-headed Slut at Bull's. It turns out that they don't serve Bull's Sweat after 1 in the morning because people get too fucked up from it. We apparently went to Frog and Peach as well, but that's where it got fuzzy. Anyways, after we got dropped off at the Oceanaire house, Dan and I went back to Morro Bay where I promptly rolled over and passed out on his couch.