Maybe their green colors are subconsciously affecting my thinking, but I am watching the Celtics/Heat game right now (and it’s actually turning into a good game) and it occurred to me that the Boston Celtics are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I know that sounds absurd, as the Celtics are basketball playing humans and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are, well, teenage mutant ninja turtles (who do incidentally play basketball from time to time, Donatello and Raphael both had a version of their action figures in basketball jerseys, but that’s another story). No, I’m talking about their personality, comparable skills, and niche in their group, and general winning ways. Those characteristics make the Celtics the equivalent of the Ninja Turtles.
Paul Pierce is Leonardo. He’s been on the Celtics the longest of their starting group, and is the de facto leader, like Leonardo. Pierce and Leonardo lead mostly by example, but speak up when something needs to be said. Pierce is a slasher and can create a basket on his own when one is needed. Leonardo is a slasher, and is the go to guy and the first one in during battles against Bebop, Rocksteady, or whomever. Kevin Garnett is the overly intense, sometimes moody, Raphael.* Ray Allen and his technically perfect jumpshot are Donatello and his technical skills. Rajon Rondo is the youngest starting Celtic and most prone to mistakes, just like Michelangelo.
The main flaw in this theory of mine is Celtic’s coach Doc Rivers. Unfortunately, it is, in fact, a fatal flaw. He should be the Splinter figure but he really isn’t there yet. He has been a terrible coach up until this year, and you get the feeling his new stars are carrying the team more than the coach is.
And really when it came down to it, that pretty much kills this theory. Splinter was completely integral in the Ninja Turtles being the Ninja Turtles. Splinter raised the turtles, he taught them everything they know, most notably their Ninjitsu skills. Without him they would just be Teenage Mutant Turtles, and probably end up as a circus sideshow or something.** It would be like Connor Oberst if Bob Dylan had never existed, or Phish if Jerry Garcia was unheard of. It becomes nothing, because the latter can’t exist without the former and the things they did. Doc Rivers is not integral to what the Celtics are doing. They could be winning with Air Bud coaching them. Sorry Doc Rivers, there is no getting around this, I refuse to consider the Ninja Turtles without Splinter, and I guess that makes this whole essay moot. Which could be good, because I’m not sure what I’m doing comparing basketball teams to the Ninja Turtles in the first place.
*It’s no joke, Kevin Garnett may be the most intense human being I have ever seen.
**As well, Shredder and Krang would probably have taken over the world by now, and we’d all be living among rock soldiers. Which I might be ok with. Something tells me Krang wouldn’t run our planet into the ground as long as he could keep Shredder in check.
Somehow, this website is a magnet for junk, . No smartass, I’m not talking about what I write, but rather all the junk comments and email I get every day, or Spam if you will (a term that I have never really liked). Wordpress catches the comments pretty well, so I don’t pay much attention to those. The email is a different story. I get a lot of junk e-mail, sent to my john@addictedtowords.com email address, which is to be expected I suppose, since I put it out there so much. My junk filter catches most of it, but I glance through it quickly to make sure nothing is accidentally in there. Most of it is your run of the mill junk about penis enlargement, mortgages, or chicks with dicks, but I got a weird one today from somebody named Schwallie Ades.
It had a link to some website where I could get “Unnique downloaddable ssoftware” (the spelling errors are theirs), which I didn’t go to. Then it had this paragraph, which not only can I make no sense of, but I also cannot make sense of why they included it:
“No traces had been found of his body. Mcintosh as far as
i know, did the late mrs. Welman, at of my domestic water
system, the well was declared feet from me, was a windowthe
window of a house, murder. Normally lance would have smiled
at this, ? I will not bear it. I will write to the prime
to poirot. That was japp. Firstly, you’re ‘the is all this
about ? Answer! I do not know. Curious looking forward to
it enormously. Lord loam. That’s of him, but there was not
a dependent about the.”
Any ideas what that is all about? What’s the point of including it? It almost is random enough to seem like it is randomly generated, but not quite. It makes too much sense, without making much sense at all. As if there is some message I should be getting from the paragraph, even though there obviously is no message to be gotten there. I’ve got nothing, but I keep on thinking. I liked junk e-mail more when it was about rich foreign widows wanting to send me $5,000 cashiers check, and the only thing I had to ponder is what I would do with all that money if it were real. I shouldn’t have to think about my Spam.
I’m working on a Bear Grylls post, but my ideas need to marinate a bit before I put it up. So obviously the next choice for a post today is some live blogging of…THE HILLS! I’ve seen maybe 2 episodes of the Hills before so I don’t know who anybody really is beyond LC, and I only know her because of Laguna Beach. I loved that show. Those convenient name plates will really come in handy. I also have no fucking clue as to what is going on, as you are sure to find out.
Here we go…
7:30: Previously on the Hills: Just in case you thought it was, this is not Spencer’s relationship and he does not decide what we do. Apparently Heidi and Spencer both wear one pant leg in this relationship.
7:30: Audrina is not a receptionist anymore (any guesses to what she does now?), her boyfriend Justin agrees by belching in her face. Which seems like an appropriate response.
7:30: LC is about to be reminded that sometimes when you think you are done fighting the fight comes to you. Or so she says.
7:31: Stephanie Pratt is a loonie, according to LC. Let’s not call the kettle black now, LC.
7:32: “The only thing worse than Spencer is a she-version of Spencer because at the end of the day a guy can’t hit a girl, but a girl can hit a girl,” LC tells us. She’s full of insight. That was almost Jack Handey-esque.
7:32: The theme song has random paparazzi snapping pics of LC, such as (one can only assume) pictures of LC and Josh McRoberts. I would honestly watch this show all the time if they stayed together and he was on it, and maybe he was all sad all the time because he’s stuck at the end of the Blazers bench and Nate is constantly threatening to demote him to the D-League. Also, his only company at the end of the bench is Taurean Green, and they spend all game talking about how much they got to play when they were in college.
7:33: Stephanie says there is so much traffic in Hollywood.. Heidi responds with a completely appropriate response: “UGH HOLLYWOOD”. There are no exclamation points because it wasn’t an exclamation, it was more like she heard the word Hollywood so she grunted it back.
7:33: Stephanie has never seen two people more in love than Heidi and Spencer, apparently she confuses being in love with having fake tans.
7:33: Stephanie redeems herself by saying she wants to go to Croatia when she gets married, so do I! Hmm…I’m just throwing this out there, but maybe I should marry her. I could be the brother in law of the boyfriend of an F-minus list celebrity. I think somewhere in that equation, two negatives equals a positive. It has to. They sky’s the limit for me.
7:34: Stephanie tells us you only get married once, but I have her over under at getting married three times. I’m guessing the Vegas line is even higher.
7:35: LC does not even know where she wants to go tonight. Nor do I LC, which is why I am here live blogging the Hills.
7:36: LC and Audrina manage to sound like they are arguing when they are agreeing. Their tones just naturally hurt my ears, and some pitches I can’t even hear, they are in dog whistle range.
7:36: Audrina, describing her relationship with Justin: “Whenever we’re out, it’s like we aren’t together, and then whenever we are together it’s like we are together, you know?” I do know.
7:37: Justin apparently refuses to talk to anybody. He might be mute. He’s also wearing a head scarf in a bar right now.
7:38: Spencer’s sister, Stephanie, is warning people to stop messing with Heidi. My future wife is kind of mean. Also, I refuse to believe a minute of this show is not scripted. It’s too convenient, the odds of all those people running into each other at the same bar in LA is about the same as Darius Miles actually playing well enough to warrant his huge contract. Or actually playing ever for that matter.
7:38: LC claims that Stephanie does not know her, but then in the heat of the moment questions herself: “Do you know me?” she asks Stephanie. This is intense.
7:38: Stephanie: “When you hate my brother, that makes me hate you.” She must hate 99% of America.
7:39: Some random guy says drama 18 times. Dramadramadramadramadramadramadramadramadramaalwaysdrama.
7:39: Audrina: “Like, seriously?”
7:39: Justin continues to wear a head scarf, talk to nobody, and he just kissed some random redheaded girl, who may possibly be wearing black lipstick, in front of Audrina.
Commercials, this is where I recharge my brain. This is seriously taking a physical and mental toll on me. I honestly think some of these people might be mentally retarded. ESPN.com’s NBA scoreboard is a breath of fresh air. Come on Andre Blatche, my fantasy team and I need about 8 more blocks from you tonight!
OMG, it’s back!
7:42: Audrina is not ok. She’s serious…she is dead serious.
7:42: The Hills need to learn about the 180 degree rule. That scene could not have been more chaotic.
7:43: Justin is still wearing a headscarf.
7:43: Audrina never thought she would ever see Justin kiss another girl, I’ve watched this show for 13 minutes and I saw it coming.
7:44: Brody wants to leave. LC will not leave her friends behind a dumpster yelling at a guy, ready to cry. She’s a good friend, and a good rhymer.
7:44: Audrina is in Justin’s heart, but presumably not his head scarf.
7:44: I think Justin might be like 35. In fact, all the guys other than Spencer look overly old in this show.
7:45: Justin just spent 20 minutes trying to apologize and then pulled a Kobe Bryant (no he didn’t rape her) and did a huge about face and breaks up with Audrina. However, he does not want shit to go down like this.
7:46: Ok, I may have been wrong, I can’t tell if they are breaking up or not.
7:46: The soundtrack saves the day by coming in with some lyrics confirming they are indeed breaking up by saying “Good bye, my almost lover.” That’s very convenient.
7:47: Nevermind, Audrina got in the car with Justin, the soundtrack failed me, they aren’t breaking up. At this point I’m really confused. Are we sure David Lynch isn’t directing this episode?
7:47: Teaser from next week: THIS TIME IT’S FOR REAL!” says the announcer, followed by Spencer mocking Heidi and America collectively realizing that they obsessively follow these 11 year olds trapped in 22 year old bodies.
More commercials, more ESPN.com! Andre Blatche had an OK game, but Dwight Howard had a monster first half. 20 points, 9 rebounds, 2 blocks! Triple double anyone?
It’s back, and there’s only 9 minutes left, I’m surprisingly nonplussed.
7:51: LA is nothing like the opening shots make it out to be.
7:52: Stephanie: “You’ll never believe who i saw last night.” Spencer: “Want some cereal?” These two are definitely related.
7:52: Stephanie: “Whose that guy who tried to be Wilmer Valderrama that I saw at the bar last night?” First of all, who tries to be like (possible pedophile) Wilmer Valderrama, and how does Heidi know exactly who she is talking about?
7:52: Spencer, about Brodie: “He did not say oh please!” Stephanie: “Yeah!”
7:53: Spencer: “The bottom line is if we broke up tomorrow LC would call you up and invite you to lunch.” He then prays…really. I don’t get it.
7:54: Heidi pulls a Michael Scofield and tosses around some unnecessary overly focused looks.
7:54: There is so much Audrina needs to talk about with Chiara, her co-worker, which I think is a made up name. It’s like Cher, and tiara.
7:54: Chiara: “It’s sort of like a straw when it breaks a camel’s back.”
7:55: I missed this somehow, but when Audrina got in the car with Justin, the redhead he kissed at the bar was there with them! Which had to be awkward. I guess Audrina and Justin really are broken up, I can’t even follow this.
7:56: Wait, maybe not, Chiara says Audrina has to stay strong and break up with him tonight. At this point this is more confusing than an episode in the middle of a season of Lost, if you haven’t seen any others.
7:56: Justin drives an El Camino. This does not surprise me.
7:56. He also has a ponytail, this does not surprise me either. No head scarf this time though.
7:56: Audrina feels like she just needs to move on. I feel like I just need to move on to ABC for Shreak the halls in 4 minutes!
7:57: Justin: “If thats what you think.”
7:57: It is what she thinks. Audrina: “I told you, I told you everything.”
7:57: Justin: “When?” Audrina: “At the opera.” Personally, I’m rather surprised these two went to an opera. Justin: “I didn’t even know what that was about…at all.” I’m not sure if he means the opera, or what Aubrina said. Possibly both.
7:57: Justin claims he didn’t kiss the redhead, but the MTV cameras obviously showed him kissing her. This just took an odd Bill Clinton-esque twist. It just goes to show you, you can’t talk your way out of this one Justin. It’s a bad idea to lie in the face of such proof. Doesn’t he know he is being filmed all the time? Also, men lie a lot, even when faced with indisputable proof. Sorry ladies!
7:58: Justin really won’t stop denying this. He think Audrina saw what she wanted to see. According to this logic I wanted to see him kiss the redhead too. Which I kind of did.
7:58: Audrina decides it is hopeless. She thinks it should just be over and they should just be friends. Justin looks secretly happy.
7:59: Audrina doesn’t seem too unhappy either. The real winner here is all of us who don’t have to see Justin’s head scarf, ponytail, or El Camino anymore. I will miss his absurd denials though.
8:00: Next time on the Hills: Heidi: “Spencer, if you leave, don’t come back.” Spencer leaves, and presumably doesn’t come back.
8:01: “Get the hills look at seenonmtv.com.” Luckily, I already go there six times per day.
That was surprisingly confusing, and I don’t even think it was because I never watch this show. In all honesty, I think the only way I’ll ever watch this again is if Josh McRoberts makes it on, which he really possibly could. That would go a long way to getting the Blazers some more, much deserved, national exposure. Although I’m not sure if the Hills audience is our desired demographic.
Really though, I kind of worry about these reality TV people. What will they do when the Hills is over? How many times will Stephanie get married? Will Spencer and Heidi every really get married? How many more times can Audrina and Justin break up in the span of one episode? Why did I watch this and live blog about it? Would I actually have been more productive laying face down on my carpet these last 45 minutes?
Question: The other day while you were doing some lat pulldowns at 24 Hour Fitness, you met Gandalf, the wizard of Lord of the Rings fame. You are a fan of his work, and let him know. You and Gandalf strike up a friendship of sorts and later you end up dropping him off and picking him up at the airport one weekend when he is flying to a meeting with Glorfindel the elf (who is upset that all of his major accomplishments in the Lord of the Rings books were done by Arwen or Legolas in the movies). It was really no big deal, but Gandalf is incredibly appreciative and tells you that he “owes you large”. In exchange for your generosity, Gandalf offers to do a bit of magic for you. He tells you that he can conjure any five people, living or dead for a meal with you. However Gandalf, having that famous Wizards’ sense of humor, almost offhandedly mentions one major disclaimer: you must dine with these people at a McDonald’s that is infected with salmonella.* You know this, but cannot tell your 5 meal guests. It can be any meal at McDonald’s. You can Super Size or not, the choice is yours.
So these people will be conjured from wherever and then promptly taken to McDonald’s, which they probably be unhappy about, and then the unhappiness will be further accentuated when they unavoidably get violently sick. Needless to say, the opinion these 5 people have of you will most likely not be very high.
There are two ways to go about this, you could say “fuck it,” and decide it is worth subjecting them to unfortunate situations, as well as them having a low opinion of you and just invite the 5 people you most admire or want to dine with. Or you could bring the 5 people you dislike the most and constantly pester them throughout the meal and kick their shins under the table, all the while chuckling inside because you are subjecting them to salmonella and a shitty McDonald’s meal. There may be a third (or fourth) way to go about this, but I haven’t thought of them.
Who do you take on this meal, and would you make it breakfast, lunch, or dinner?
*If you happen to actually enjoy McDonald’s (or salmonella), substitute it with whatever restaurant you happen to particularly disdain (as well as your least favorite bacteria).
Question: You are granted the ability to travel back to any point in time, any place in the world. You only get to do this once. You cannot travel to the future. You will spend exactly one day to your chosen place, no less time, and no more. You cannot explain your presence there to anybody, but you can talk to anybody you may run into. However, this comes with one major caveat, you cannot wear a stitch of clothing, nor can you cover yourself up with anything at any time. You cannot explain your nudity to anybody either. If you ever cover yourself or put on clothes, or attempt to explain your shocking (and possibly innapropriate) nakedness, you will be randomly thrust* somewhere in history, most likely to a medieval dungeon, where you will be tortured mercilessly.**
Where and when do you travel to in history?
Keep in mind temperature, the confusion you will cause if you are seen with your past self, the ridicule your past (and possibly future) self will face for that random day when they decided to be naked all day, and of which they have no memory of (as your past self was presumably somewhere else while your future self was around). These tenses are getting confusing, the point is: consider all the weird nuances time traveling can possibly cause.
*Pun intended.
**And you still won’t have clothes.
I’m not sure what the heck this is all about, but I do know that it is awesome, suspenseful, intense, and awesome. And as we all know, stereotypes are always funny! (And so is fighting a snake while smoking a cigarette.)
I apologize in advance for annoying and liberal use of strategically italicized words.
Ever since my negative monstrous list of hatred, I have tried to stay relatively positive. I’m sometimes very cynical, but I try and keep it pointed at me, rather than the world. Plus, nobody wants to read about things I don’t like. I don’t like them, why would you? That said, it’s time to complain. I am back at school and I want nothing more than to be back home again.
I unlocked the door to my apartment, went upstairs, dropped my bags randomly in the middle of the room, which obviously is the best place for them, and flopped down on my bed. It took me all of 3 seconds to realize that my bed doesn’t hold a candle to my bed, and by my bed, I mean my bed back in Portland where I spent the better part of my first 18 years. This lack of candle holding may be completely unreasonable. The beds are similar sizes and levels of softness. Granted, my bed in California has significantly more dust on it than my bed, but admittedly that is completely my fault. My bed in California is also lower than my bed, but as neither is tall enough to impede me climbing in, I would argue that that is a neutral attribute. Overall though, there isn’t that much difference between my bed here and my bed and there certainly isn’t enough of a difference to warrant this unwarranted and unreasonable favoritism. Yet, here it is: my bed is so much better than my bed here.
As well, it’s for no real tangible reason. It’s more that my bed has become more than a bed for me. It’s a state of mind. It represents youth and happiness and innocence.* When I’m sleeping in my bed, I am home and that can only mean good things. It means the newspaper and good sugary cereal, preferably Marshmallow Mateys, is waiting for me downstairs. It means Little Mimi and Paul and Har Rai are usually somewhere close. It means my collection of swords** is protecting my room and my slumbering self. Most of all, it means my family is right nearby. My bed doesn’t necessarily make things great, but when I’m sleeping in my bed it almost always means that things are great.
At the risk of sounding like Harry in Spiderman who is constantly unreasonably angry at Peter Parker, my bed in California represents nothing good. In fact it may even represent evil. First of all, it’s used, which is weird and I try to avoid thinking about too much. Second, aforementioned dust problem. Third, an excessive amount of mornings in my California bed have been hungover mornings, which lead to hungover days, which leads to an entirely unproductive John Vieira. Fourth, no bed, unless it is made of cardboard boxes, should be within 50 feet of a constant stream of vagrants, such is the state of the alley behind my apartment. I wake up with hobos. If you’ve followed me thus far, then yes, that means that my California bed represents binge drinking, squalor, and homelessness.
I know I’m only offering problems here and no solutions (other than to wash my sheets), and not for a minute do I think that’s acceptable. I know it’s unreasonable, and to a lesser extent, I know my love for my bed is unreasonable.*** Which I guess is the theme of this essay. To be honest though, I’m ok with it. Now I’m off to inhale dust while I sleep in my bed of evil.
*Innocence may or may not be an inappropriate adjective to use to describe my bed.
**Plus one battle axe.
***Even more unreasonable: the amount of times I have used the word unreasonable in this entry.
More important life lessons learned in my Pacific Northwest Thanksgiving Voyage of Discovery 2007. I know it’s wordier than a Fall Out Boy song title, but it’s the working title for this voyage for now.
11/18/2007, Day 4:
Lesson 1: Eating a sandwich for every meal will make you a better person.
Lesson 2: Shawn Bradley is one of my top 10 favorite NBA players ever.
Lesson 3: A Mini Cooper knows, and tells you, when it will snow before it even snows.
Lesson 4: If there is a guy on the treadmill next to you is speaking random Russian words and wearing jeans (and sweating through them) while he runs it makes your run somewhat surreal and makes those 5 miles go by much quicker.
Lesson 5: Sometimes using “and” too much in a sentence is unavoidable.
Lesson 6: My brother is one of the funniest people I know.
Lesson 7: Nobody in my family knows who Lester Bangs is. It is safe to say that none of us will ever feel the need to listen to anything by The Human League, or refer to ourselves as a “white nigger”.
11/19/2007, Day 5:
Lesson 1: Everywhere I go, people think I am in high school (or that my sister is older than me). I can’t figure this out.
Lesson 2: Levi’s sizes are oddly inconsistent.
Lesson 3: Wearing sweaters in appropriate temperatures makes everything I do a little bit better.
Lesson 4: Millions and millions of dollars was spent to renovate the downtown Meier and Frank and turn it into Macy’s, but it seems exactly the same.
Lesson 5: Someday I want to be famous enough to be one of those B/C/D list celebrities in the Gap advertising, but no more famous than that.
Lesson 6: Finding corduroys is much harder than it should be.
Lesson 7: The Ape Caves in Washington don’t actually have anything to do with apes.
Lesson 8: Togo’s is far superior to Subway. I never thought I would ever think anything is far superior to Subway.
Lesson 9: Watching a Blazer game on TV is really a much better cinematic experience than watching a Blazer game as an ESPN.com GameCast. Which isn’t to say I don’t still love The World Leader.
Lesson 10: The administration at the MAC are still jerks, or at least have jerks among them.
Lesson 11: Sometimes I am absolutely terrible at basketball.
I am home for Thanksgiving this week, but in the spirit of full disclosure, to pull off a 10 day Thanksgiving break, I had to miss a day’s worth of classes. I know, not a lot, but as my three day school schedule and my zero day work schedule already make me feel worthless enough, I have decided to turn my trip home into a Voyage of Discovery.* I will make a conscience effort to learn things each day, and as they will almost certainly** be important life lessons, I will be documenting them.
Things I have learned since I’ve come home: 11/15/2007, Day 1:
Lesson 1: I will eschew all social norms and any sense of financial responsibility to buy those mini-booze bottles on the airplane. To me, drinking at 2 PM is acceptable if your drink comes in a miniature bottle about on a 1:32 scale, but only if the price scale doesn’t quite match that and is more along the lines of 1:3. Incidentally, just the fact that I’m old enough was reason enough for me.
Lesson 2: Calling it a Cuba Librè makes a rum and coke sound much fancier, and you much more sophisticated. Actually, this probably applies to almost anything that uses an accented letter.
Lesson 3: Food eaten at the house you grew up in, will taste markedly better than the same food eaten anywhere else. Especially the Fontainebleau apartments.
11/16/2007, Day 2:
Lesson 1: While certainly less masochistic, sleeping in a room that is mostly dust free really does wonders for my sleeping patterns. Also, the fact that I don’t have a constant stream of vagrants outside my window when I am home helps.
Lesson 2: The sense of juvenation felt by sleeping until 11 far outweighs any sense of lost productivity.
Lesson 3: Having two pronged outlets instead of three pronged outlets throughout my entire house serves no purpose whatsoever, other than to frustrate me and limit my number of Facebook visits.
Lesson 4: Considering their age (not to mention their vigor and vim!), somebody I talked to is way too excited about their future retirement home, although it does sound cool. The cars get stacked like Lil’ Bow Wow’s Hulk Car in The Fast and The Furious 3: Tokyo Drift.
Lesson 5: If your wiry 16 year old brother can beat you in arm wrestling, you should never let that fact be documented on film.
Lesson 6: Spending too much time in southern California can make you exponentially more susceptible to cold temperatures, which will undoubtably lead to ruthless taunting by any siblings you may have.
11/17/2007, Day 3:
Lesson 1: Never, under any circumstances, should you ever wake up at 5:40 AM. The newspaper won’t even have arrived yet.
Lesson 2: Cereal, like revenge, is a dish best served cold.
Lesson 3: If you ignore lesson 1 and accidentally do wake up at 5:40 AM, after you have eaten breakfast be sure to go back to sleep until noon.
Lesson 4: When running up a mountain in a rainstorm (seriously), make sure you have a way to contact the people who came with you that are walking up the mountain behind you. Otherwise you may wind up wandering around the paths for 2 hours calling for each other.
Lesson 5: Telling somebody that sandwiches are your passion can garner some weird looks.
Lesson 6: Freezer-burned ice cream is still ice cream, and therefore still delicious.
Lesson 7: The Ninja Turtles Pizza Power board game is the best board game ever made, rivaled in it’s complexity only by Chess.
Lesson 8: I knew this before, but I feel I need to reiterate and add to it: Boggle is the homeless man’s thinking game, Scrabble is the poor man’s thinking game. Rubik’s Race is the smart man’s thinking game, Terrace is the genius’ thinking game.
More as the days go by…
*I have been on three Voyages of Discovery before, although each time I went around the world. This one promises to be markedly less impactful (which isn’t to say it won’t be very enjoyable).
**The validity of this is debatable.
I am home for Thanksgiving for the next week, half of which time I will be at my beach house where I do not have internet connection, so I regret to inform you that my updates in the near future will be spotty at best.*
Tonight I am registering for my last semester of college, and that has been needlessly hectic due to some suspect new policies by the current administration at my school, which I may or may not write about some other time. I guess that’s my excuse for today though, anticipation, a plane flight, and registration obnoxiousness equals no time or brain space to write anything interesting. And isn’t that better than me writing something completely uninteresting?
Anyway, sorry if I don’t update much this week, I promise once I am back at school again the updates will once again flock like the salmon of Capistrano. And I once again put out the call to any guest bloggers who have interesting things to write about, I’ll have lots of days to fill!