VICTORY!

I just thought I would let you all know that our bowling league just WON our first bout. I am excited.

But we´ll just ignore the fact that our competitors were, 1: a mentally and physically handicapped man named Joe W., and 2: a middle aged gentleman named Richard. Who had a hairlip.

And there were four of us on our team. And we´re all in our prime.

AWESOME! We are SO GOOD!

Stop Madness

Time Magazine's Person of the Year for 2006 was...You. Ya, I know it's a bit of a cop-out to use a pronoun, but it's grown on me. Particularly because of people like these guys. And this fine gentleman. I think it's pretty amazing when guys just do amazing things like that and put it up.

New new years goal: Be one of those guys.

I am Amazed at Some People's Idiocracy.

I recently came across this amazing example of failed self promotion. It is just...wow. I actually saw the parody before I saw the original. Thats George Michael from Arrested Development, in case you didn't notice. Apparently he is quite the comedic genius in his own right.

Sadly (or for the inadvertent comedy lover in me, Happily) this is not the first example of this I've seen. It's not even the second example.

I'm afraid this kind of thing is becoming its own full-fledged sub-genre of viral video. Be careful who points a camera at you.

BTW, I borrowed part of the title of this from a little Mike Judge flick.

Dreams: The Octopus, Hitler, and Larry the Cable Guy

I didn't write down my dream of two nights ago, so I've already pretty much forgotten it. But I do remember it involved me catching a giant octopus, and I think it turned into Hitler. Then Hitler and his assistant left, and they reminded me of Mr. Burns and Mr. Smithers.

Then last night I dreamt that I was somehow the straight guy in a comedy act with somebody remarkably similar to Larry the Cable Guy. He was mad at me 'cause I kept messing up the timing and forgetting what I was supposed to say.

Home...Home?

I've been staying at my parents house over the Christmas break. I've been here for almost two weeks. I'm essentially living at home again for the first time in five and a half years. I'm starting to remember why I was so happy to move out in the first place.

20 Ways the World Could End

My favorite is number 16.

Dreams: The Dream of a Six Year Old.

I dreamt last night that I was at some kind of celebration outside, and a jet flew overhead and dropped candy. Tons of it. I think there may have been toys thrown out to the crowd as well. We were on a big field at first, but then we went inside, and George Clinton was there performing and handing out, you guessed it, candy and toys. Only the candy was big, I mean enormous. Not King size, but person size.

Dreams: Late for "History of Electronic Media"

I dreamt that Landon, Dave Peterson, Snoopy of Peanuts fame, and I were all late for our "History of Electronic Media and Culture" class, it was something like that. Anyway, we left a house we were at, and went through the garage. We were going to do the thing where you press the garage door button and jump over the sensor, but it was too fast, so we were going to prop the door open with a plastic oar. But the door was just too strong and crumpled the oar. Somehow we left though and on our way we were talking and we were being soooo funny. I wish I could remember some of the jokes we were telling, because in the dream they were hysterical. I'm sure in waking hours they would be nothing more than nonsense, but man were we laughing then.

Also, I had done something extremely physically taxing the day before, and when we were walking to class, I was having a hard time just standing and walking under the weight of my backpack.