If I were to tell you that I picked Mason to go to the sweet 16 I would be a horrible liar. Only a crazy nutjob would pick George Mason to beat UNC in the second round. I mean I picked Mason to beat Michigan State just on the hope that they would win. Now they go on to beat THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA!!! I know big schools have bad years sometimes and don’t have the best players possible, but this school graduated Michael Jordan, Rasheed Wallace, Jerry Stackhouse, Vince Carter, and that’s just all I could think of in 2 minutes. But needless to say that they’re always good. Our greatest player George Evans is more famous for being really old while playing for us (he was 29). Now he plays in Europe somewhere.

But this is our year.

This is the best year in Mason Basketball history, maybe school history. I used to get excited when Mason would be on sportscenter (usually loosing to a powerhouse school). So You can’t imagine how happy I am to see us on there WINNING AGIANST UNC and MICHIGAN STATE!

Now we have a chance to beat Witchita State (again) and go to the elite eight. that would mean we were one of the 8 best teams in the country this year. This is going to be awesome! I can’t wait till Friday!!!!

Later!!

It looks like the controversy over the stupid mohammed cartoons is starting to die down. That or the media is has moved on to the next flavor of the week. Look! over here, there’s a white girl missing! Here’s what I think the worlds problem is… People are different colors, have different beliefs, and live in different places. SHOCKER.

Before you pass this off as the idiotic ranting of a mid 20’s college student. hear me out.

With the growing of the internet it’s like people just woke up one day and found out that other people existed. Think of this… Some guy in Kentucky looks online and says “Damn look at these black people, they aint like me, I hate em.” then someone in Iran goes online and see’s a cartoon of mohammed from a danish newspaper and says “Holy shit, they’re making fun of our prophet!, I hate em.” The real problem is part cultural mistunderstanding and part human nature.

Europe does a lot of things that we would consider weird here. They have nudity on TV, they smoke fags, they drink warm beer, they drive tiny cars, etc. We fined NBC $500,000 for one titty while advertising ice cold beer and trucks. And if we’re gonna see somebody smoking fags he’d better be wearing a cowboy hat. But those things are perfectly normal over there.

In a broader sense it comes down to this. As you move up the scale of scope, from personal to local to state to country to global. You can get away with less shit because you have to appease a broader audience. My friends and I are constantly making fun of our asian friends for having slanty eyes and eating strange foods made from twigs and rice. And that’s all prefectly normal between us, we know what they can take and how far to take it. But You don’t tell those same jokes if you’re running for congress or any other political office. When you get into international relations you’d better just quit telling jokes all together because they aren’t going to get it. Because that’s the point. The different cultures of the world have become so localized and DIFFERENT that we only have the basic things in common.

My new global policy is that if you are a country and don’t want our help AND aren’t actively trying to blow us up. I say to hell with you. If you don’t get our jokes and can’t take the heat then STFU cause I don’t care what you think. If the FCC can’t fine the BBC per titty then Iran can’t complain about a cartoon in a Danish newspaper.

Unless the Danish muslims don’t like it either… does not compute… my head asplode.

-Later!

So I’m back from “spring break”. I think I’ve officially been on spring break more now that I’m out of school than when I was in. Here’s how it went

So we were headed down to Emerald Isle, NC for most of the week. We stopped by Richmond to do a mixers for Green Tea Hostage swap with Wade and then got back on 95 for the rest of the 5 (or so) hour magical journey. We were loaded down heavy with beer, spirits, and snack foods. We got there just before sunset on Tuesday. It was really really great looking. I think that’s when I took the pictures that you see above. Emerald Isle doesn’t have that many people yet. Plus it was the off-season so we really felt alone down there. Which was exactly what I was looking for, well for a few days anyway. I think we did just enough stuff to not get bored. Putt-Putt, driving range, batting cage, movie watching, video game playing, beach sitting.

It was a beach trip, but not really for the water so much. I think the water temp was about 45 degrees. That’s right. Forty FIVE. Which was warm enough to keep you from running out of it very fast because your muscles were going into shock. I ran in twice, the first time I ran right out and into the shower. The second I toughed it out for about 5 minutes… then ran to the shower. It got warmer and warmer every day we were there. Which is really disappointing, by the time we left on Sunday it was about 85 in the shade. But I was missing home anyway so I didn’t fret too much.

I took the hexagons pic at the local grocery store. It reminds me of some kind of Futurama joke, also of my love for generic cereals. We ate so much food over the week. I think we went to DQ at least 4 times and B&J’s once. Also we made spicy hamburgers on the grill and discovered that the “Monster Thickburger” from Hardees has 1400 calories and 107 grams of FAT. It was a week of excess, too much food, too much beer, and we are all fatter because of it.

I’m really relaxed and recharged now. By not doing anything for a whole week I think I’ve become more motivated to do something productive around the house. I guess that’s just how I roll.

Later!

Mostly just for the hell of it I’ve decided to take the rest of the week off and head down to Emerald Isle with Billy and Jesse. I need a break from work and free use of the beach house sounds like as good a reason as any. We don’t have any real set plans, just not doing any work. And possibly drinking. Well not just possibly.

I’ve got the phone set up for some serious moblogging, so I’ll put up some stories if anything fun happens.

In another shocking case of procrastination I have put off writing about my foot injury so long that it’s actually been healed for some time now. But I’ll see if I can relay the events properly.

So the backstory is this. I had a piece of picture frame glass in my room for the Jenn project frame and despite my best efforts to hide it from them, the maid broke it when she was vacuuming. Since I don’t really know how to dispose of a large piece of broken glass I just set it on top of the trash can when I went to bed. Thinking to myself “I really have to remember that tomorrow”. So flash forward to tomorrow morning. I groggily drag ass into the shower, somehow missing my clear death trap on the way by the trashcan. After the shower I come back into my room. That’s when it happens. I can remember it in almost slow motion. My towel grazes the edge of the broken glass, spinning it a little, a pointy piece then sticks me in the leg causing me to jerk away. That motion sends the piece off the top of the trashcan. It rotates and somehow slowly falls with the most pointy part landing directly in the top of my foot… and just sticks there, balanced in my foot.

That’s when I let out my best Ned Flanders Scream, which Jesse thought was me in the shower when cold water hit me and Greg thought I would have kept screaming if I was really hurt. I sort of just sat there looking at it, in shock. Then I pulled the gross thing out and sat it down… ugughgughhaghgaboogity. Still gives me the heebies thinking about it. I just sat there thinking of what to do about it. I put a black shirt under my foot to soak up all the blood. Just like the trailer for SAW 2 said, “Oh yes, there will be blood”. I really didn’t want to go to the hospital, I thought maybe I should. But I live by the Ferris Bueller code, emergency room = less fun than work. So I tried to go to work. I limped my way into the office, but after explaining that I got stabbed in the foot to probably 10 different people I decided that it wasn’t that funny and took the rest of the day off to seek medical attention.

Apparently Urgent Care in Vienna doesn’t take Kaiser so I drove over to the Penderbrook Kaiser building. They usually don’t take walk-ins but I looked like a confused young man who might have stigmata. So the doctor took a few minutes and cleaned me up and gave me 4 stitches. Not that impressive but still better than one! It’s healed up nicely now, I’m pretty lucky I didn’t sever a tendon or anything. So at least I’ve got that going for Me.

Later!

just like ppl who don’t understand ‘no turn on red signs’ WHEN PEDESTRIANS PRESENT!

having an argument about the def of fickle

never throw away an old toothbrush

ashley simpson is on the cover and has a 6 page layout in blender. But her cd is rated a 2

every time I talk to eric it has to include ‘but I’m a vegan’ when I talk to black people a similar situation does not occur.

people who call famous people they don’t know by their real names’ bob deniro, larry fishburn

smart people with a full head of hair vs balding smart people. Viewed as successful? Einstien?

“like a day where your undershirt is bigger than the over and your shoes keep coming untied”

I can’t read the word hospice without thinking of ‘HO SPICE’

seems like religious people are more apt to grow full beards?

Medical deformaties really kill the mood

if I can’t regive the ring cause she didn’t want it. She didn’t want me either

all I do all day is think in logic. Then wheb I get home I act/think so irrationally?

Sometimes I hate rap music that glorifies violence

the dumbass in the cube next to me just blurts out quotes so tht you’ll think he’s cool. But everyone is too old to get it and I think he’s a dumbass.