From Beyond the Threshold
I'm siting here eating some Cheez-Its and drinking from a bottle of Porter...with a capital “P”....Anheuser-Busch is getting in the habit of naming their Michelob-label special brews after generic types of beer, but the ones that I've tried have been rather good. I wish that Marzen wasn't solely an Oktoberfest selection.
Lest ye think that I've whiled away the past weeks in a drunken haze of gobbling junk-food, allow me to provide an alibi; evidence to the contrary. Where shall I begin? Backwards chronology always worked for me. I liked Memento, after all. Not to be stifled by convention, however, I probably will write this in some incomprehensible manner.
Not so long ago, I kidnapped Heather and made her help me cook some Thai food. I'd made some the night previous, and thought it was so glorious that I should spread it to others - so we cooked for the whole lot of sacks that I hang out with. Unfortunately, I grossly miscalculated the amount of curry which was acceptable, and Lambo and Reese had to back out of the deal. I'll try to make it up to them some time.
Last Friday, we had an emergency-session practice for the Academic Team, being as the previous practice day had been MLK Day, and we were to have a homeground tourney the following morning. Practice went as it usually does, and afterwards, I went with Asia and Evan to Vitello's. Serendipitously, Ed was our server. As an aside: I despise the now-trendy term “waitressing.” No. Just no. You cannot take just any word and turn it into a verb. If I were to be a server telling someone of my work experience, I would not say that I had been “waitering.” Gah. Anyway, Ed was waiting on us and eventually teamed up with us after he got off. We were there for something like five hours...it was pretty impressive.
Ed, Ryan Walls, and I had recently eaten lunch at the same place. Evo (Vitello), the owner, sat with us for a while and basically made fun of Ed the whole time, thus conforming to what everyone else does who knows Eddy Baby. Evo is a dick, but he's hilarious. I probably wouldn't mind working there, if I were to get a job. This just might be something to do over the summer rather than return to the inglorious Road Department.
Oh, back to the tournament. I was glad that we didn't have to travel, for once: this was our first home tournament in two years. We went 2-2. We predictably lost to Georgetown, and we beat Ohio and Eastern. I wish that Super-Smart-and-Fast Guy hadn't randomly shown up on Cumberlands' roster, because we lost to them as well. Ah, well.
I'm not sure if everyone has heard, but there is a StarCraft board game coming out. It's made by the same people who made Arkham Horror, and I must admit I'm keen to see it. Speaking of the -Crafts, Lambo, Dan, Matt, and Jarrod have picked World of WarCraft back up again, and Rob is still in its clutches. I'm considering taking up the same old posture that I adopted towards Ragnarok Online: it must be destroyed!
So, it looks like I'm now going for just a straight History degree, rather than “Social Studies with Secondary Education Certification.” Due to some recent events and some inner searching of my own, I think I would be better suited to teaching at the collegiate level. Doing this means changing my minor, which won't put me back any, really. I had to change from Social Sciences to Political Science (well, that's what I chose), meaning I'm now taking basically a full load of Poli Sci. I'm doing Campaigns & Elections, Press & Politics, State & Local Politics, Classical & Medieval Political Thought, and History of Latin America. Tuesday-Thursdays, I'm looking at three classes in a row in the same room, two of which are taught by the same teacher, and all of which are Poli Sci. A lot of the same people are in these classes too, and they tend to blend together a bit. By the end of this nearly-four hour marathon, my brain has turned into oatmeal. I have a twenty-page paper to look forward to, as well as plenty of other writings and readings to keep up with. Good times.
I had all of my wisdom teeth taken out on January 3rd. I don't remember waking up, so as near as I know, I might still be dreaming. The pain medications - “Endocet”, I think- didn't seem to do too much for me except keep me from retaining sustenance. Swearing off these demon-pills, I stumbled through the next ten days with concept of neither time nor space. Sleeping by day and acting by night, I kept track of the days only by my allotment of pills. It was frigid when I had the operation, and I was surprised to step out into a balmy fifty degrees at the end of my encloisterment. It took my about two weeks to really get over it, and I guess all I can say is that I'm glad to be done with it.
Whilst out with my good friend Mr Thomas Paessler over the break, I was parking my jeep when I got very lucky. I hit the truck next to where I was parking, and when I was getting out of the jeep, my cell phone fell in a puddle. Both of these events had luck on my side, since absolutely no damage was done in either case.
The real gem of the past few weeks was an accidental trip to Shawneetown, Illinois. I think, however, given the already-looming nature of this post, that I'll wait a few days and put that story up as a sort of prequel to the anecdotes I've already related. In the meantime, I recommend you entertain yourself by going to YouTube and looking up “Alabama Leprechaun.” Anything that comes up should be, er, mind-expanding.
-Aaron
“Where da gold at? Gimme da gold!”
-Would-be Excavator Guy
Lest ye think that I've whiled away the past weeks in a drunken haze of gobbling junk-food, allow me to provide an alibi; evidence to the contrary. Where shall I begin? Backwards chronology always worked for me. I liked Memento, after all. Not to be stifled by convention, however, I probably will write this in some incomprehensible manner.
Not so long ago, I kidnapped Heather and made her help me cook some Thai food. I'd made some the night previous, and thought it was so glorious that I should spread it to others - so we cooked for the whole lot of sacks that I hang out with. Unfortunately, I grossly miscalculated the amount of curry which was acceptable, and Lambo and Reese had to back out of the deal. I'll try to make it up to them some time.
Last Friday, we had an emergency-session practice for the Academic Team, being as the previous practice day had been MLK Day, and we were to have a homeground tourney the following morning. Practice went as it usually does, and afterwards, I went with Asia and Evan to Vitello's. Serendipitously, Ed was our server. As an aside: I despise the now-trendy term “waitressing.” No. Just no. You cannot take just any word and turn it into a verb. If I were to be a server telling someone of my work experience, I would not say that I had been “waitering.” Gah. Anyway, Ed was waiting on us and eventually teamed up with us after he got off. We were there for something like five hours...it was pretty impressive.
Ed, Ryan Walls, and I had recently eaten lunch at the same place. Evo (Vitello), the owner, sat with us for a while and basically made fun of Ed the whole time, thus conforming to what everyone else does who knows Eddy Baby. Evo is a dick, but he's hilarious. I probably wouldn't mind working there, if I were to get a job. This just might be something to do over the summer rather than return to the inglorious Road Department.
Oh, back to the tournament. I was glad that we didn't have to travel, for once: this was our first home tournament in two years. We went 2-2. We predictably lost to Georgetown, and we beat Ohio and Eastern. I wish that Super-Smart-and-Fast Guy hadn't randomly shown up on Cumberlands' roster, because we lost to them as well. Ah, well.
I'm not sure if everyone has heard, but there is a StarCraft board game coming out. It's made by the same people who made Arkham Horror, and I must admit I'm keen to see it. Speaking of the -Crafts, Lambo, Dan, Matt, and Jarrod have picked World of WarCraft back up again, and Rob is still in its clutches. I'm considering taking up the same old posture that I adopted towards Ragnarok Online: it must be destroyed!
So, it looks like I'm now going for just a straight History degree, rather than “Social Studies with Secondary Education Certification.” Due to some recent events and some inner searching of my own, I think I would be better suited to teaching at the collegiate level. Doing this means changing my minor, which won't put me back any, really. I had to change from Social Sciences to Political Science (well, that's what I chose), meaning I'm now taking basically a full load of Poli Sci. I'm doing Campaigns & Elections, Press & Politics, State & Local Politics, Classical & Medieval Political Thought, and History of Latin America. Tuesday-Thursdays, I'm looking at three classes in a row in the same room, two of which are taught by the same teacher, and all of which are Poli Sci. A lot of the same people are in these classes too, and they tend to blend together a bit. By the end of this nearly-four hour marathon, my brain has turned into oatmeal. I have a twenty-page paper to look forward to, as well as plenty of other writings and readings to keep up with. Good times.
I had all of my wisdom teeth taken out on January 3rd. I don't remember waking up, so as near as I know, I might still be dreaming. The pain medications - “Endocet”, I think- didn't seem to do too much for me except keep me from retaining sustenance. Swearing off these demon-pills, I stumbled through the next ten days with concept of neither time nor space. Sleeping by day and acting by night, I kept track of the days only by my allotment of pills. It was frigid when I had the operation, and I was surprised to step out into a balmy fifty degrees at the end of my encloisterment. It took my about two weeks to really get over it, and I guess all I can say is that I'm glad to be done with it.
Whilst out with my good friend Mr Thomas Paessler over the break, I was parking my jeep when I got very lucky. I hit the truck next to where I was parking, and when I was getting out of the jeep, my cell phone fell in a puddle. Both of these events had luck on my side, since absolutely no damage was done in either case.
The real gem of the past few weeks was an accidental trip to Shawneetown, Illinois. I think, however, given the already-looming nature of this post, that I'll wait a few days and put that story up as a sort of prequel to the anecdotes I've already related. In the meantime, I recommend you entertain yourself by going to YouTube and looking up “Alabama Leprechaun.” Anything that comes up should be, er, mind-expanding.
-Aaron
“Where da gold at? Gimme da gold!”
-Would-be Excavator Guy