St Valentine's Day Promulgation
I have examined the facts, and my conclusion is this: that it is entirely too cold. A week ago it was seventy degrees outside; today there was snow on the ground. In between, we've had hail, black ice, and tornadoes. Hell, maybe Al Gore was right.
One night last week, these dread winds blew into town one Big Al Mason. Al was on one of his occasional storm hunts, and wound up in Murray at the Sunny Lane colony about the time darkness fell and the sirens wailed. I got there not much afterwards, figuring it would be better to be tornadoed in the company of friends rather than alone here at Clint. While awaiting this grim fate, my artistic education was furthered with Guns 'n' Roses videos, and, of course, a couple of new additions to the ongoing Al Sings the Hits series. As you may have gleaned, I wasn't killed by nature's fury that night. For more Big Al antics, see the separate post that I made below about my New Year's.
More recently, I was hoping to go to Paducah last night in order to get some free pancakes from IHOP. I have no idea why this was happening, but sometimes it's alright not to ask any questions. We ended up not going, partially due to the deathly ice storm. We hardly got anything around here; it seems to be worse nearer the river. “We” in this case were those celebrating Derek's birthday; the big man is now 27.
Before those shenanigans, I went to model for Casey for a half a moment, and saw the near-finished work she'd done on an earlier piece - it's pretty much 100% pure awesome. I'm daydreaming about, well, all kinds of things. It's kind of like an art nouveau peek into my psyche. Hopefully I'll be able to scan it sometime and have it as my profile pic on Facebook or something.
Heather tagged along with me on that excursion, and was, last Thursday, the cutter of my hair. Fear not, dear reader: only two or three inches were sheared from my voluminous locks. I don't suppose this is really terribly newsworthy, but I feel the need to post it and don't recall having an editor.
Her trusty boyfriend, J. Bock, had his 22nd birthday last Tuesday. It also happened to be the fourth anniversary of a fine local eatery called J. Edward's, and the place was offering 50% off, making it affordable for collegiates like ourselves. We did not decline.
Jarrod's mom and a mysterious youth called Angel showed up this past Sunday, and we all went to August Moon and played Rock Band. Well, Jarrod's mom didn't play Rock Band...but you get the idea. Apparently the kid's a fan of GatOrDie...it's good to hear, but I wish we weren't letting him down by not posting any new videos for the past eon. It'll be good to remedy that.
I've been somewhat able lately to remedy not seeing Nate and Kala much anymore: Heather, Katie, and I made a breakfast pizza a couple of weekends ago at Marshall's place for us all. It was an odd concept, but it turned out well enough - we used a regular pizza crust, and topped it with sausage, bacon, cheese, scrambled eggs, and sausage gravy. Check it out some time if you're bored and hungry.
That early-morning action was on the heels of late-night madness at Reese's. Price, the bassist for The Effect, was having his birthday party. It began as a mellow enough affair, but once the seventeen-year old girls arrived and started making out with each other, the dramameter shot upwards. Kids these days.
What else have I gotten up to lately...aha! Saturday, the Academic Team and I went, for the second time, to the third annual Murray Main Street Trivia Night. Whereas last year's we'd gotten sixth place, we tied for fifth this time (out of about 30 each time.) This year, there was no Murray history section, which threw it last year: we would've gotten second or third last year were it not for that part, and the winning team was a bunch of old timers who either knew or were related to everyone that was asked about. At the end of the fifth segment this year, we were tied for second, and only one point behind the lead. One of the next two sections was on TV, and it was mainly about old sitcoms. I don't happen to know the name of the restaurant above Cheer's, so we didn't do all that well on it. All in all, we did rather well: I think we got 57 out of the 70 questions. In other words, it was a better match than the UK-Vandy game.
All the teams present at this madness are expected to have a theme, and we did our part by dressing as robots. I, for my own part, was C-3P0. We also had the Lost in Space robot, the Jetsons maid-bot, T-1000, and some more generic automatons. Rob (who replaced Ed on the roster at the last instant when our president dropped out less than twenty minutes before the tournament) was dressed in his usual outfit, which included, as it often does, a Sherlock Holmes hat. We therefore dubbed him our mad scientist creator.
Before embarking on the journey to buy and assemble the (rather ghetto) costumes, I had an interesting encounter on a campus elevator. I was headed to class when I boarded an elevator with a single other occupant, a girl whom I didn't know. She said something to me about having had my uncle last semester for Public Speaking, and that I used to go in there. I only remember doing so one time, but I agreed. She then asked if I was the “big theatre guy”, to clarify, I suppose. I responded that that's what I'd heard. She then rhetorically asked if I were gay, and before I could do more than laugh, she said “Well, not to define you - so am I!”, and got off the elevator. It was definitely the best wake-up I've had before my 9:30 poli sci class so far.
Well, I guess that's enough writing for the moment. I'll get back to reading The Republic, which has been taking up a lot of hours. Luckily, it's pretty good reading, or at least that's what I think. Lucklessly, it's not the only thing I've had to read, and I'm a bit behind in other matters. I got a high B on my first test, though, so I guess I can't complain. Anyhow, so long and good night.
-A. C.
“You people voted for Hubert Humphrey...and you killed Jesus!”
-Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
One night last week, these dread winds blew into town one Big Al Mason. Al was on one of his occasional storm hunts, and wound up in Murray at the Sunny Lane colony about the time darkness fell and the sirens wailed. I got there not much afterwards, figuring it would be better to be tornadoed in the company of friends rather than alone here at Clint. While awaiting this grim fate, my artistic education was furthered with Guns 'n' Roses videos, and, of course, a couple of new additions to the ongoing Al Sings the Hits series. As you may have gleaned, I wasn't killed by nature's fury that night. For more Big Al antics, see the separate post that I made below about my New Year's.
More recently, I was hoping to go to Paducah last night in order to get some free pancakes from IHOP. I have no idea why this was happening, but sometimes it's alright not to ask any questions. We ended up not going, partially due to the deathly ice storm. We hardly got anything around here; it seems to be worse nearer the river. “We” in this case were those celebrating Derek's birthday; the big man is now 27.
Before those shenanigans, I went to model for Casey for a half a moment, and saw the near-finished work she'd done on an earlier piece - it's pretty much 100% pure awesome. I'm daydreaming about, well, all kinds of things. It's kind of like an art nouveau peek into my psyche. Hopefully I'll be able to scan it sometime and have it as my profile pic on Facebook or something.
Heather tagged along with me on that excursion, and was, last Thursday, the cutter of my hair. Fear not, dear reader: only two or three inches were sheared from my voluminous locks. I don't suppose this is really terribly newsworthy, but I feel the need to post it and don't recall having an editor.
Her trusty boyfriend, J. Bock, had his 22nd birthday last Tuesday. It also happened to be the fourth anniversary of a fine local eatery called J. Edward's, and the place was offering 50% off, making it affordable for collegiates like ourselves. We did not decline.
Jarrod's mom and a mysterious youth called Angel showed up this past Sunday, and we all went to August Moon and played Rock Band. Well, Jarrod's mom didn't play Rock Band...but you get the idea. Apparently the kid's a fan of GatOrDie...it's good to hear, but I wish we weren't letting him down by not posting any new videos for the past eon. It'll be good to remedy that.
I've been somewhat able lately to remedy not seeing Nate and Kala much anymore: Heather, Katie, and I made a breakfast pizza a couple of weekends ago at Marshall's place for us all. It was an odd concept, but it turned out well enough - we used a regular pizza crust, and topped it with sausage, bacon, cheese, scrambled eggs, and sausage gravy. Check it out some time if you're bored and hungry.
That early-morning action was on the heels of late-night madness at Reese's. Price, the bassist for The Effect, was having his birthday party. It began as a mellow enough affair, but once the seventeen-year old girls arrived and started making out with each other, the dramameter shot upwards. Kids these days.
What else have I gotten up to lately...aha! Saturday, the Academic Team and I went, for the second time, to the third annual Murray Main Street Trivia Night. Whereas last year's we'd gotten sixth place, we tied for fifth this time (out of about 30 each time.) This year, there was no Murray history section, which threw it last year: we would've gotten second or third last year were it not for that part, and the winning team was a bunch of old timers who either knew or were related to everyone that was asked about. At the end of the fifth segment this year, we were tied for second, and only one point behind the lead. One of the next two sections was on TV, and it was mainly about old sitcoms. I don't happen to know the name of the restaurant above Cheer's, so we didn't do all that well on it. All in all, we did rather well: I think we got 57 out of the 70 questions. In other words, it was a better match than the UK-Vandy game.
All the teams present at this madness are expected to have a theme, and we did our part by dressing as robots. I, for my own part, was C-3P0. We also had the Lost in Space robot, the Jetsons maid-bot, T-1000, and some more generic automatons. Rob (who replaced Ed on the roster at the last instant when our president dropped out less than twenty minutes before the tournament) was dressed in his usual outfit, which included, as it often does, a Sherlock Holmes hat. We therefore dubbed him our mad scientist creator.
Before embarking on the journey to buy and assemble the (rather ghetto) costumes, I had an interesting encounter on a campus elevator. I was headed to class when I boarded an elevator with a single other occupant, a girl whom I didn't know. She said something to me about having had my uncle last semester for Public Speaking, and that I used to go in there. I only remember doing so one time, but I agreed. She then asked if I was the “big theatre guy”, to clarify, I suppose. I responded that that's what I'd heard. She then rhetorically asked if I were gay, and before I could do more than laugh, she said “Well, not to define you - so am I!”, and got off the elevator. It was definitely the best wake-up I've had before my 9:30 poli sci class so far.
Well, I guess that's enough writing for the moment. I'll get back to reading The Republic, which has been taking up a lot of hours. Luckily, it's pretty good reading, or at least that's what I think. Lucklessly, it's not the only thing I've had to read, and I'm a bit behind in other matters. I got a high B on my first test, though, so I guess I can't complain. Anyhow, so long and good night.
-A. C.
“You people voted for Hubert Humphrey...and you killed Jesus!”
-Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas