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*sigh* back at work…

I went to Battlebots on Friday. I have only one thing to say about that:

I. Am. A. Dork.

OK, I have some other stuff to say, I suppose. Reasons why I am a dork, that aren’t patently obvious:

– I enjoyed it

– When one robot (to be subsequently dubbed “bot”) destroyed another on the first hit, the previously normal-looking guy next to me screamed “Flawless VICTORY!!!” raising his little fist in the air. This had nothing to due with me personally, of course, but I was associated with it.

– One of the crew was wearing full fatigues, complete with belt-attached canteens (?) and ammo pouches. Obvioulsy, camo is only pretty-cool, so he decided to up the ante to super-cool by adding chrome armor to his chest, arms, and legs, which reminded me of the Cylons.

– Being an engineer, I kept turning to my friend and critiquing one bot’s relelvant merits over another’s, with phrases like “centrifugal force” and “mass moment of intertia”.

– I’m pretty sure some people were cheering in Klingon.

Hello and welcome to McDonald’s. May I take your order?

Yes, I’d like a number 3 with a Coke, please.

Will that be all for you?

…I’d also like a better paying job, peace on earth, good will towards men, eternal happiness, love, and a new car.

That’ll be $3.41 at the first window. Thank you.

This site needs a redesign.

My Freshman year in college I lived in the dorms. As such, there were all kinds of subsidized and standardized sorts of things that were set up to make you less homesick, more productive, more matriculated, etc. One of which, was a care package that your parents could elect to “send” you during Hell Week (you know, Finals week?). From what I can remember, it contained things like microwave popcorn, granola bars, headache stuff, a sample of No-Doze, and a mug.

The mug was a plastic affair, that had the school seal on the side surrounded by the words: Official Mug of the Finals Week Survivor. Presumably, it was for all of the coffee you needed to drink for your late-night cram sessions. Not being one who drinks coffee (and instead prefers the caffeine derived from aluminum cans), I never really used my mug, or scrutinized it too closely. Now though, in this work-a-day world, I drink water on a fairly regular basis (still no coffee) and need something to drink out of that won’t break itself when dropped, or my heart when lost. Enter Finals Week mug.

Now that I have a much more interactive relationship with my cup of choice, I spent the time today to actually look at it. To my surprise, what I thought was my school seal, is actually a generic one. There are some indistinct symbols representing what I think are books, pens, pencils, and a small trophy that says “World Class Student” on it, surrounded by some vine graphics and a “seal” border.

What does this mean? Nothing actually. I just thought it was funny how cheated I felt, a full 7 years later, by the non-personalizing Whirley Industries…

I bent my Wookie.

I saw The Mummy for the first time last night…ugh. So that’s why they invented videos. Granted, I wasn’t expecting a classic, but word on the street led me to believe that I would at least be overwhelmed by the special effects… Hmmmm, they were aight, but The Mummy ain’t The Matrix, yo.

Also, what the Hell happened to Brendan Frasier?! I haven’t seen a movie of his since the very good School Ties and With Honors. (Well, I did see Airheads on TV, but that wasn’t a real movie, right? …right? [oh, Steve Buscemi why have you forsaken me?]). Poor Brendan running around like an idiot, spewing cheezy lines, and largely unaffected by the 3,000 year old living-dead guy who wants to kill him.

Brendan: “Dude! What the Hell is that?!”

Hot Chick: British affectation “Well, O’Connell that is the unholy mummy of Imhotep, High Priest of Os…”

Brendan: “Dude, he’s totally decayed and ruining my flow. I’m gonna chill back in town.” sexual tensions ensues…

music swells, sunset, credits roll, FIN…

There’s a junior high school near my apartment that I often go and shoot baskets at if I get home early enough from work. Usually, I rush over there, mess around for about an hour or so, and then rush back. Today though, I decided to wander around a bit and cool off. I was thirsty, so I thought I’d go in search of a drinking fountain. I didn’t find one.

I did, however, find three Pepsi machines and a one selling water. And these weren’t ordinary vending machines, either. These were the kind that spit out those larger, 20 oz. bottles; which this particular edifice of edification was selling for a mere $1.25!

In addition to that, the water machine wasn’t even selling regular water (despite the huge picture on the front). It instead had different flavors of sugared water, and I think a choice of iced tea. This is disturbing to me. Although I don�t follow this edict now, I can�t help but think caffeine and sugar are not all that good for 12 year olds. Furthermore, I�m surprised the teachers would be too terribly excited about a whole classroom full of kids on a sugar-high (only to come crashing horribly down during History).

OK, the above isn�t entirely true. I did find one drinking fountain (one!). It was over by the cafeteria and looked largely unused. Even with its existence, you have to admit that one fountain is pretty sparse for an entire junior high school. In my day, we had drinkin’ fountains every 10 paces if t’were a mile! And we liked it!.

It�s funny how things stick with you, too. Before taking a drink, I did what we all did back in The Day: pushed my thumb down and let the water run awhile until it got cold�

Someone who wishes to remain anonymous indirectly pointed me to redcricket. Though he hasn’t updated it for a long time, check out his camtoons section, starring a poseable Green Lantern (standard cheezy link here).

oh. my. God.

Please tell me that isn’t Bush doing the bearded goat. I guess he was born to rock afterall.

What’s more, he got an honorary law degree. I’m not sure, but there must be an oxymoron in there somewhere…

Also notice, what I’m going to say is a Secret Service guy, getting a transmission on his ear piece. “Copy that, the Eagle will rock all night and party ev-er-ee day” It’s probably just some guy with a finger in his ear, but I like my version better.

According to my referrers list, I’m #1 on AOL’s search page for “stuff to do while hi”

I find that hilarious on so many levels…

update Yeah, so that guy wasn’t Eric Clapton, it was the guitarist from Phish. I have learned two lessons from this:

1. All guitar-guys with beards and glasses are not Eric Clapton

2. The guy who talks to you while you’re standing at the urinals may not know as much as you thought he did.