February 2011
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An Epilogue on My Gallon Challenge Post
Well, I did it. And me not feeling great has gotten significantly worse. That beast ended at about 3:30, and I’m still feeling it.
For the avid sports fans at home: If you’ve never done a Gallon Challenge, it’s fairly simple. One hour, one gallon of milk, and usually a large open space for vomiting. You have a porta-potty you say? Well, thats a huge plus too. First, get your...
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WatchThis is what we like to call Gallon Challenge
On 2-22 every year since I’ve been here, a couple of my close friends have organized this event. It’s one gallon of milk, one hour, see if you can do it without vomiting. It’s not supposed to be physically possible for your body to process that much milk. I mean, its not like that has ever stopped us but that is beside the point. I...
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My Puny Human Brain: The Ken Jennings Humor Essay... →
“Watson has lots in common with a top-ranked human ‘Jeopardy!’ player: It’s very smart, very fast, speaks in an uneven monotone, and has never known the touch of a woman.”
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5 Quotes from Justin Bieber in an Article He...
1. On sex before marriage: “I don’t think you should have sex with anyone unless you love them.I think you should just wait for the person you’re…in love with.”
2. On health care: “Canada’s the best country in the world. We go to the doctor and we don’t need to worry about paying him, but here, your whole life, you’re broke because of medical bills. My...
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VDay: A Musing
I wish I was more scholastically in touch with what makes humans tick. You know, triggers and tendencies and social norms I’m not aware of. Sometimes I wish I went into that sort of field. Psychiatry? Therapy? One of those.
Especially on days like today…or now technically yesterday. I’d love to really analyze how we interact with each other on Valentine’s Day. Not in any...
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It’s On - Childish Gambino
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Drop Everything You're Doing
…and watch the movie “In America”. It was one of the first indie films I ever saw; a beautiful story about an Irish family of immigrants relocating after the death of their baby son/brother to a junky neighborhood in Brooklyn. It’s just beautiful.
Or, you can sleep. But the moments slept will never be the moments fondly remembered in the long term
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My Dad was a jazz guitarist. It’s what I always say when referring to that one cool fact about my parents. It’s either that or “Mom got her MRS degree at Mom Academy”. That’s certainly not cool. More of a poor joke reflecting how little my Mom did with her childhood at all. But Dad, Dad dropped out of his community college, grabbed his guitar and his tapes, and drove...
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I’ve gotten a few unexpected messages in the last couple of days. All with the same general tone.
Little background; last week, I got rejected from a job. A job I desperately wanted, a job I thought I could do well at, and a job that would’ve decided my summer. So when I didn’t get it, I didn’t really over think it or figure a lot out. I kind of had it in my back pocket...
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The Writer In Me
I found myself once again talking with Ryan Corry about my life. That happens a lot, actually. We talked this weekend about why I haven’t blogged a lot recently. He wasn’t particularly interested, but I felt the need to tell him anyway.
I feel like, odds are, the majority of my “tumbles” will soon be funny pictures or videos or something like that. I don’t know how...
