RIP

The first closer I remember following.

It looks like there's going to be a band forming on the fencing team next year, including me (rhythm guitar, assuming we can find a lead guitarist). Judging from participants, it will veer wildly between hardcore metal and folk-rock. Proposed name: "The Sex Popes".

And also, there's more of that poetry business going on at the appropriate site. I recommend "Branch Prediction", because it's sort of about computer science, and they say write what you know, right? It actually turned out well, if the reaction of my poetry class is to be believed.

Recent events have transpired, boy howdy.

-A couple weeks ago, Zach conceived of going to a White Sox game. After a series of semi-productive calls to people at the U of C, I realized that other people were back, and called Alex, who had about 5 minutes to get to the train after I called him, but it worked. In the end, we acquired a group of 6 baseball enthusiasts to watch White Sox v. Devil Rays. Despite my earnest cries of “Go D-Rays!” and calling out every White Sox batting average under .240 (I believe there were seven of them), the Sox won 5-4. But at least I got a free hat, and Alex and I had a discussion of who the tooliest player in baseball is (A.J. Pierzynski).

-It should be noted that I do not automatically root against the Sox. I am compelled in all cases to root for the Devil Rays, as it is always the funniest option. Somehow they manage to field an incredibly talented team on a shoestring budget, supernaturally able to smash the Yankees, only to be brought down by the fact that their bullpen is, in fact, pulled from the crowd just before the game (we had Alex warming up for the 8th inning).

-And then it was pretty much all finals all the time for a while, except for the four consecutive parties just before finals week.

-The Shady Dealer-sponsored Harold’s Chicken Formal was entertaining. Formal wear and fried chicken, and 5 different kinds of Andre. Why? Because Zach bought the liquor store out of normal Andre first, and this party needed cheap champagne. Good times, good times and questionable decisions.

-Computer Science courses here need to come with the disclaimer of “You will need to teach yourself the following languages.” In the case of Intro to Databases, I had to learn php so I could make a website to access my database (the database part of things was well-explained, fortunately). Anybody need a web-accessible database implementation? Seriously, I have acquired mad skillz.

-After several attempts, Kate, Peter, Alex and I went out to celebrate Alex’s 21st birthday. This meant Indian food and not binge drinking, but it was nonetheless entertaining. Alex claims to have reached enlightenment. He’s also gotten into freestyle rapping. There is some debate as to whether this is drug-induced, or merely the result of deep meditation.

I should maybe try keeping this up-to-date over the summer, especially as I will be working at a a computer, surrounded by computers. I'm working at the computer lab of the University library, by the way.

Speaking of updates, there's another quarter of poetry I should probably put up soon.

I'd just like to voice my opinion and tell everyone that the dude Mikey in the Heineken mini-keg commercial is the biggest jerk ever. I feel so bad for the cat with the smoked gouda sandwich, that I'm officially boycotting the beer. And I can finally say that and have it mean something now that I'm 21.