Uber Good Mood Ramblings
That's it guys and gals, I don't know what happened, but I'm in a very good mood tonight. So how about some ramblings?
Of course, my there are obvious reasons why I am incredibly excited about Barack Obama's victory in the presidential election, Possibly my favorite reason though: my Obama impression is much better than any of my other political impressions. My Palin was okay, but my McCain and Biden were both awful. I am very proud of my Obama though.
There were many incredible moments during the Pete Schramm Election Extravaganza here at the Powderkeg. My favorites: me buzzing around like a hummingbird between my laptop and three different TVs, my successful call of three states (New Mexico, Virginia, and Louisiana) well before the television stations thanks to my dork-like knowledge of voting districts, and our ten second New Year's style countdown when we figured out that 10:00 was going to put Obama over the top. Oh, and the audible cheering across our neighborhood.
So I was going through old college notebooks, and I had forgotten about one of my more unique ways to kill time during boring lectures: travel itineraries. I found one, written during Introduction to Weather and Climate, that was a three-year around-the-world trip. It even has a written plan to figure out how to pay for it: writing a syndicated column each day. Naturally there is a leap of reasoning there, but hey, the seats in 1351 Chemistry were not comfortable, and the lecturer was really boring. You had to do something, and eventually I stopped being pathetic enough to try and ascertain any girl in the classes personality just by looking at the back of their head.
So I was dancing back and forth from the kitchen today, and that led me to watch Singin in the Rain on YouTube. I'd forgotten how much I liked that movie. And the "Broadway Melody" number has a sentiment that I feel would better suit civilization as we know it: "Gotta Dance". Why can't we just randomly dance at odd intervals. Or break into song for that matter. I think we'd enjoy ourselves.
I like winter. I like snow. I even like cold. I just don't like the transition. Particularly when it ends my frisbee season. It's two cold months before Red Eye. Although that gives me time to figure out the Boozehounds' 2009 Schedule.
So a couple of my snooty guitar playing friends have mentioned to me: "Rock Band is just for people who can't actually play guitar." I usually stare at them for fifteen seconds or so and then say, "Yeah....." I know I can't play guitar. I can play most Rock Band songs on expert, and that feels cool to me, especially when you've got three other like-minded individuals in the room. That game is like electric crack. I don't pretend that I should be starting a band, it's just fun in the living room.
That said, I now have a mental list of about two hundred more songs they need to make for the game.
Hopefully I can manage to wake up tomorrow in the same wonderful mood I had tonight. That felt really good.
Of course, my there are obvious reasons why I am incredibly excited about Barack Obama's victory in the presidential election, Possibly my favorite reason though: my Obama impression is much better than any of my other political impressions. My Palin was okay, but my McCain and Biden were both awful. I am very proud of my Obama though.
There were many incredible moments during the Pete Schramm Election Extravaganza here at the Powderkeg. My favorites: me buzzing around like a hummingbird between my laptop and three different TVs, my successful call of three states (New Mexico, Virginia, and Louisiana) well before the television stations thanks to my dork-like knowledge of voting districts, and our ten second New Year's style countdown when we figured out that 10:00 was going to put Obama over the top. Oh, and the audible cheering across our neighborhood.
So I was going through old college notebooks, and I had forgotten about one of my more unique ways to kill time during boring lectures: travel itineraries. I found one, written during Introduction to Weather and Climate, that was a three-year around-the-world trip. It even has a written plan to figure out how to pay for it: writing a syndicated column each day. Naturally there is a leap of reasoning there, but hey, the seats in 1351 Chemistry were not comfortable, and the lecturer was really boring. You had to do something, and eventually I stopped being pathetic enough to try and ascertain any girl in the classes personality just by looking at the back of their head.
So I was dancing back and forth from the kitchen today, and that led me to watch Singin in the Rain on YouTube. I'd forgotten how much I liked that movie. And the "Broadway Melody" number has a sentiment that I feel would better suit civilization as we know it: "Gotta Dance". Why can't we just randomly dance at odd intervals. Or break into song for that matter. I think we'd enjoy ourselves.
I like winter. I like snow. I even like cold. I just don't like the transition. Particularly when it ends my frisbee season. It's two cold months before Red Eye. Although that gives me time to figure out the Boozehounds' 2009 Schedule.
So a couple of my snooty guitar playing friends have mentioned to me: "Rock Band is just for people who can't actually play guitar." I usually stare at them for fifteen seconds or so and then say, "Yeah....." I know I can't play guitar. I can play most Rock Band songs on expert, and that feels cool to me, especially when you've got three other like-minded individuals in the room. That game is like electric crack. I don't pretend that I should be starting a band, it's just fun in the living room.
That said, I now have a mental list of about two hundred more songs they need to make for the game.
Hopefully I can manage to wake up tomorrow in the same wonderful mood I had tonight. That felt really good.