Postapocalyptic Icescape
That's what I called Berea tonight on the radio. The temperature tonight has hovered around zero, with winds up to forty miles an hour making it feel even colder. I'm glad I have a warm room to stay in, with a television, a laptop, and a stereo. Unfortunately, I probably should have stocked up on food before this whole development, considering I don't have a car and have to walk everywhere. So today I ordered a pizza and ate that for both lunch and dinner. I also had to walk a few blocks to and from the radio station to do my show, which was... not fun. It was a great show though, I think one of our best ever.
I've been super busy with the Programming position at the radio station, combined with, y'know, classes and stuff. My short story "A Big Dragon" is the entire subject of one of my classes on Tuesday. There'll even be a quiz! It's about a "Professional Dragon Exterminator" who has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
I'm looking forward to the Super Bowl tomorrow. It should be a great game. Some people complain about all the hype surrounding the game, but I love it. I'm being really serious when I say that Super Bowl Sunday is my third favorite holiday after Christmas and my Birthday (and it might be second). The extra stuff is what turns from a sporting event into a holiday. And we don't need less holidays. Earlier tonight I predicted Indianapolis 27-Chicago 21 on the air. Yoda predicted the Bears in a blow out.
Here's a recommendation: The best song ever written about football is "All Kinds of Time" by Fountains of Wayne... which shows their versatility, since it's on the same album as Stacy's Mom. It's strangely transcendant, considering its subject. It's about a "young quarterback" who basically remembers his whole life while he's dropping back in the pocket and then at the crucial moment we get this bit:
He looks to the left
He looks to the right
And there in a golden ray of light
Is his open man
Just like he planned
The whole world is his tonight
(moment of silence)
GUITAR SOLO
Check it out.
I've been super busy with the Programming position at the radio station, combined with, y'know, classes and stuff. My short story "A Big Dragon" is the entire subject of one of my classes on Tuesday. There'll even be a quiz! It's about a "Professional Dragon Exterminator" who has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
I'm looking forward to the Super Bowl tomorrow. It should be a great game. Some people complain about all the hype surrounding the game, but I love it. I'm being really serious when I say that Super Bowl Sunday is my third favorite holiday after Christmas and my Birthday (and it might be second). The extra stuff is what turns from a sporting event into a holiday. And we don't need less holidays. Earlier tonight I predicted Indianapolis 27-Chicago 21 on the air. Yoda predicted the Bears in a blow out.
Here's a recommendation: The best song ever written about football is "All Kinds of Time" by Fountains of Wayne... which shows their versatility, since it's on the same album as Stacy's Mom. It's strangely transcendant, considering its subject. It's about a "young quarterback" who basically remembers his whole life while he's dropping back in the pocket and then at the crucial moment we get this bit:
He looks to the left
He looks to the right
And there in a golden ray of light
Is his open man
Just like he planned
The whole world is his tonight
(moment of silence)
GUITAR SOLO
Check it out.