Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Timing is of the Essence
At college, there is sometimes neither the time nor the urge to eat properly. This was illustrated to the Java City Night Club when Camille confessed that she had eaten nothing but cookies the entire day. This is not that unusual. What follows is.
Joel, Camille and I are walking back from JCNC chortling about covered bandwagons. Camille makes a comment about something being a tough cookie. Crumbly, even. I suggest that it has been sitting on the table for a week, but Camille is really the expert since all she has eaten today are cookies. Right on cue, (we are talking unbelievably excellent time here) someone walks by, carrying a large tray. Before any of us registers what is on the tray he says, "Cookies?" None of us can retain our composure, and we all laugh our heads off while this kid looks at us like we are crazy. We eventually calm down enough for Camille to take a cookie.
What can we learn from this anecdote? Two things. Random guys with cookies are always funny. Eat healthy, otherwise you will go crazy.
Joel, Camille and I are walking back from JCNC chortling about covered bandwagons. Camille makes a comment about something being a tough cookie. Crumbly, even. I suggest that it has been sitting on the table for a week, but Camille is really the expert since all she has eaten today are cookies. Right on cue, (we are talking unbelievably excellent time here) someone walks by, carrying a large tray. Before any of us registers what is on the tray he says, "Cookies?" None of us can retain our composure, and we all laugh our heads off while this kid looks at us like we are crazy. We eventually calm down enough for Camille to take a cookie.
What can we learn from this anecdote? Two things. Random guys with cookies are always funny. Eat healthy, otherwise you will go crazy.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Housing and Lottery and Free Speech, oh my
It happens to pretty much everyone. Friday, you go on down to the mailroom, check the ol' mailbox and see a disastrously white envelope from Residence Life. Fingers like Captain Miller's, you open the envelope and your eyes slide down to the line in bold. Your randomly generated lottery number is the year Joe DiMaggio married Marylin Monroe. Crap. Once again you have been shafted by the broom company that is ResLife. It was really inevitable that this was going to happen, you have never gotten a number below 600, why should you start now. At least this rids you of having to decide who to pull into your nonexistent Modular Housing Unit.
To take a break from this whining, I would like to thank anyone who has ever, or will ever pull me into housing of any sort. You, the puller has had an average number of 20 and change, and therefore have been able to pull me into the primest housing available at this univeristy. I, the repeat pullee, am quite thankful. Long Live Alfasi (I'd say Aza too, but people might misinterpret)
In local news today, people have no idea how loud they are. If they do know, they are being rather inconsiderate, though I would like to think better of people. I do not know if this is a new fad, to be really loud, or if I am just becoming crotchety in my old age, but when people talk it is as if they are speaking into a microphone with the speakers dangling in my ear canal. Also, indoor football a la John Mcnab has become popular of late. This is particularly evident when I am trying to sleep, read or hold a conversation. Aside from eggcrating the walls of whatever room I happen to be in, I cannot come up a viable solution.
At the zoo and needing cheese,
-Daniel
P.S. Still undecided about an ipod, the refurb just dropped $20.
To take a break from this whining, I would like to thank anyone who has ever, or will ever pull me into housing of any sort. You, the puller has had an average number of 20 and change, and therefore have been able to pull me into the primest housing available at this univeristy. I, the repeat pullee, am quite thankful. Long Live Alfasi (I'd say Aza too, but people might misinterpret)
In local news today, people have no idea how loud they are. If they do know, they are being rather inconsiderate, though I would like to think better of people. I do not know if this is a new fad, to be really loud, or if I am just becoming crotchety in my old age, but when people talk it is as if they are speaking into a microphone with the speakers dangling in my ear canal. Also, indoor football a la John Mcnab has become popular of late. This is particularly evident when I am trying to sleep, read or hold a conversation. Aside from eggcrating the walls of whatever room I happen to be in, I cannot come up a viable solution.
At the zoo and needing cheese,
-Daniel
P.S. Still undecided about an ipod, the refurb just dropped $20.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Ayepod
So I am thinking about buying and ipod to have my minimal amount of music on, and to serve as a secondary storage device for my measley 30 gig computer. I am considering buying the 20 gig black and white 4th generation refurbished model from apple, which comes with sparkly free shipping and an eye-catching one year warranty. If you have any thoughts, advice, suggestions or warnings about this please IM me or drop me a comment here.
