It's Friday, I'm in love.

Wow, Alex posting consecutively. Very impressive. Which mean I'd better bring in an update. Congrats on the show, by the way.

Mead continues apace, of course. Rumor has it a secondary project of cider exploded.

The past few days , the "where fun comes to die" bit has hit home. Multiple convergent homework and all, plus the Iliad is more boring than I had hoped. I mean, blood, killing, Greeks! What more could you ask for?

But on the other hand, College bowl is spiffy. It's Scho-bowl, but bigger. And we go farther for tournaments. And cosmetically different buzzer systems, for whatever reason. Plus, U of I is in our sectional.

Also, my roommate is the quiet little Chinese guy who you just know is going to flip out and kill people in awesome ways at the end of the movie. Especially so in a red leather trenchcoat (yay! used clothing store!).

Hey...I think I'll post again.

The vice-presidential debate. Luke Skywalker versus Darth Vader. Sexy v.s. Decaying. I think John Stewart put it best:
"A half-hour ago Dick Cheney just unhinged his jaw and swallowed John Edwards whole. When asked why he did it, he responded, 'I needed his life force'" Indeed.

The majority of the American people, however, thought that it went well for Edwards. Apparently, people are not as incredibly stupid as I make them out to be. They could see Cheney lying through his teeth and I guess he came off as old and bitter this time around. One of those grumpy guys who yells "Get off my dang lawn you punk kids!" Which I think is very appropriate for the Edwards v.s. Cheney debate.

I suppose many of you may wonder how Grinnell is. All I can say is it's too jawesome for words. Truly great. Awesomely great. Really.

That's all for now.

Well, as long as Marty is still reading, I think I'll post again. I did, in fact, secure a radio show here. So if you are in a few miles of Grinnell Iowa, be sure to tune into 88.5 fm on Thursdays from 12:30-2:00.

Speaking of Marty, rocketgrande.com is the shizznat. Totally awesome to the max. The orange "!!!" is now my desktop, and someone came into my room and said "whoa, that's a cool desktop" and I said "yeah, this kid I went to HS with did it. You can check out his other stuff at rocketgrande.com and so the madness of Marty Sweeny has contaminated Iowa.

Beat Bush!.....(with a club)

Although I can't beat 10 gallons of mead, I CAN say that I've just returned from viewing the presidential debates. I must say that I found them quite silly with most of it becoming a "he-said she-said" type of exchange. However, I did think that Kerry came off as very clear on his opinions and he provided the better argument on most topics, citing facts and quotes. Bush, on the other hand, spoke in more general terms and did not seem as prepared to answer the questions thrown at him. He was searching for a direction throughout the speech and came off as quite arrogent. (Especially when they were doing the split screen view). When Bush spoke, Kerry was very attentive and jotted down notes. However, when Kerry spoke, Bush looked arrogent, his eyes wandered, and sometimes he even looked guilty. He tried to play the role of calm hot-shot who doesn't think that Kerry is a real threat and I believe that it failed for him.

Ohhh....and the Poland thing...good God. Poland got quite the beating in that debate.

Debates are stupid, but if someone made me pick a winner I would say it had to be Kerry by a large margain.

The most troubling thing was when the republican side was analyzing the debate afterwards, they continued to lie, blatently. They tried to make it seems like Kerry actually flip-flopped during the debate which is totally false. They have absolutely no qualms about just looking into the camera and saying things that Just Aren't TRUE! Apox on thee!

Then we watched the Daily Show afterwards and that made me feel better.

In other college news, I showed a group of people a couple of archived Albatross Hour shows and they thought it was great stuff. I've applied to get a radio show here, but it's kinda up in the air and no one could beat Pat as a co-host. And now, if we did the same style show, I would be the one who supplied the rants...and I am no match for Plange's ability to manipulate the English language to such a great extent. But the current co-host I have lined up (Jeff) would still make things pretty interesting.

Listening to the archives, I realized I fired Pat on air almost every episode. God knows why he kept showing up again and again.

Hmmmm....

Does anyone even read this blog anymore? Oh well.

Peace Out,
The Colonless Wonder

Zach: "Did I dream this, or are they actually making ten gallons of mead across the hall?"

Me: "They are making ten gallons of mead across the hall."

Zach: "I love this school."

Technically down the hall, but otherwise, this exchange is accurate. Yes that's right, mead, a drink composed of fermented honey, most literarily famous in Beowulf, and overall popular with the vikings. This mead is being brewed in plastic two-liter bottles, which bottles have all been given names such as "Samuel L. Jackson", "Bloodric the Bad", or "Nelson Mead-dela".

Just another typical day at U of C.

Okay. wow. College is crazy. I just had aconversation in the hallway about God, religion, packing peanuts, the model UN, and "penis Mario". Woo.

And finally, I just saw Emo Phillips on Conan tonight. Truly, a remarkable man. Also, with an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Quinn, especially in vocal patterns.

And for those of you with no idea who Emo Phillips is, for shame. Go watch UHF.

College tomorrow. Orientation and whatnot. Wish me luck people. I hear great things about this "college" stuff. I suspect it will be cool.

Well, There I was, on the twenty-ninth, ready to start blogging about Maciej's departure, and how truly, summer was over, and how the dramatically-appropriate rain started falling just as we said goodbye to him. Unfortunately, by the time I got home, the dramatically-appropriate rain had intensified to a thunderstorm, and soon after I got home, knocked out my power.

And then the next day I was going with my mother to Michigan on the sudden news that my grandfather (mom's side) was dying. The good news is it was mostly painless for him: stroke, cerebral hemorrhage, and then a few days in a coma. And nearly everybody in the family got a chance to say goodbye, either in the hospital or at the wake or funeral. I saw a lot of cousins I haven't seen in a while, so that part was good. Anyway, I've made peace with things; I wasn't as close to him as some, but he was definitely a good guy, as clearly evidenced by the sentiments of my mom's large and somewhat wacky family.

And then, at the wake I learned that my dad was in the hospital, with pancreatitis. Fortunately not a life-threatening condition of any sort, but still requiring my dad to stay in the hospital for a few days for recovery and testing. And he's pretty much recovered at this point, but it was a rough week-and-half period there.

All this, of course, set college preparation back considerably. Finally finished getting everything together today, but alas, the nothing-better-to-do-tour was not to be. It's something I may try some weekend down the road. Anyway, y'all out there are awesome folks, and it been considerably more boring around here without you (at least, while I've been in this state).

Finally, I will note that this is not being posted from one of the greatest perks of going to college: my new computer. Thank you, discount rates for Unversity students! I have a 17" flat panel monitor which was the default option. Jesus, that is a lot of screen-estate. But it's not hooked up to the internet yet, so I'm posting from the old computer right next to it.

Finally finally, message boards are neat-o.

Not the Cayman Islands!!!!!!!Noooooooooo!!!!!


Bad Hurricane. Very Very Bad.

I learned this week that I do remember how to speak German which I consider to be a minor miracle.

The Advanced Swing course starts for me today, and the Cleveland exchange is next weekend---so by the this time next week I won't be able to walk.

I hate being on duty on Saturday.

Swimming goes well. The NCAA is intensely annoying.

I figured out what kind of research I'm going to do for my Criminology class: how the demolition of CHA housing has affected gang stability.

Oh the times, they are a-changin'

Summer winding down, people going to college. First Kate two weeks ago to be an RA, and then began the exodus.

It's a little bit of a downer seeing all these people go away. And just to clear up what seems to be a common misunderstanding: I am going to the University of Chicago. I'll be here all year, people. Heck, I dont' even start till September 18th, so look for me on the Nothing-Else-to-Do College Tour sooner or later. But forunately I've been able to cram lots of stuff into the last few weeks. Parties and boom-booms and poker and comedy (well, moreso than usual).

- The Planetarium is an unexpectedly good place for dancing, and for wandering around and looking at stuff when you aren’t dancing.

- When you get in a car and everyone else is wearing suit coats, and you’ve got shorts and a shirt, it’s more than a little unnerving.

- Fireworks go boom, awesomely. And may be followed with milkshakes.

- I suck at bowling.

- I also suck at poker, but am undeniably addicted at this point. Practice makes perfect. Life net poker winnings now stand at -$7.00.

- Javier and the Bear were spectacular, nay, godlike beings of musical stupenditude, which is to say they rocked hard, and in a consistent fashion.

- Bait shops are funny, when combined with trucking, and selling one’s eggs.

- There was a man who wanted the police. No one knows if he got them.


People are awesome. I may yet expand on the preceding points.

Also, this summer has witnessed a 700% increase in my music collection, I really should deliver some commentary on the additions at some point.

Good luck to all the college-bound, and the college-already- ... er… -bindled, at Oberlin, ND, U of I, Grinnell, Marquette, Minnesota, and what have you. And of course, the US Naval Academy, where I hold out a slim hope that Ed McGinnis has not been killed in a water-related fashion.

COLLEGE BLOGGING! w00t!

I am proud to say that I'm writing you from beautiful Grinnell College in Iowa. Orientation is pretty groovy so far, and classes won't even start until Thursday. I'm in a rather roomy triple and have everything set up quite nicely. Also got some admirers of the iMac, which is rather beautiful if I do say so myself.

Stay tuned for more thrilling news from Iowa, but I must depart now to check the disturbance it the hallway...it sounds exciting ;)

Ciao

Well, if anyone's still paying attention, golfing did not kill me, as might be suspected from the state of things. I'm just too damn lazy. But Alex is in Wisconsin, so no hope of salvation from there.

Anyway, go go gadget blog!

            Well, I suppose before this weekend hits I should talk about last weekend, as last weekend was pretty good. And there’s more that I have to catch up on too, but I’ll get to that later.
 
            Last Saturday I was at the graduation festival of one Marty Sweeney, and witnessed a concert of Javier and the Bear thereat. Javier and the Bear rocked mightily, if I do say so, aided by the passionate and well-dressed drumming of Afro-Joe O’Connor. The rest of the band was good too; I just don’t know their names.
 
            And the rest of the party was fun too, of course, full of conversation and cookies and chair-theft. One of my better moments being in a conversation about internet videos (not those videos).
 
Marty: Have you seen this video that’s just cat doing all kinds of crazy shit?
Me: Man, cats do some crazy shit… like peyote.
 
            But then I mistook peyote for a mushroom rather than a cactus, thereby hurting my reputation as master of knowledge and knowing things. Or something
 
            From there, thanks to careful planning, we all (except Marty, who had to help the band clean up) drove way the hell north to Superdawg, which amazingly, I had never eaten at before. Supremely tasty hot dogs and milk shakes there, I must say. And I can’t really complain about driving way the hell north (yet), because to most of you, I live approximately “way the hell north.”
 
            Although I suppose I could complain that we drove way the hell south again back to Marty’s, but that’s not really anyone’s fault. There was some unforeseen plan collapse, so we just stayed at there for a while and mostly wound up hitting his car with all kinds of things (accidentally). But it was dent-resistant, so neither basketball, soccer ball, baseball bat, nor any other implement caused damage. That we know of.
 
            Anyway, good times. More updates to come. Tomorrow I golf.

I'm really not sure why Pat chooses to ignore the blog so much during the summer, so i guess I must update it yet again. I was hoping that he'd at least come up with a witty reply to my panda joke.

Anywho, surgery on the 6th and back home on the 10th...not too shabby if i do say so myself. Plus, I feel great not nearly as sore as the previous times (although I did just take like a four hour nap). But my theory about my mutant healing factor is only strengthend.

I have it under good authority that Kate smokes several brands wacky tobbacky at the same time and then goes about have phone conversations that don't really exist.

Movies I've seen recently (before I went into the hospital):

Harry Potter No.3: It took me long enough to get around to viewing it, but I enjoyed it anyway. However, I'm not sure if it was better than the first two. The new director seemed to take the style of the movie away from the strict plot following and into wierder areas.

Fahrenhiet 9/11: Hilarious and somewhat sad all at the same time. Great stuff for Bush-bashers or those looking to see how persuasive film-making is done.

Coffee and Cigarettes: Saw this one at the Music Box. It was fijorkin hilarious, in its own po-mo way. 11 short vignettes with different famous folks such as, Roberto Bengnini, Cate Blanchett, Iggy Pop, Jack and Meg White, Bill Murray, The Wu Tang Clan, Tom Waits, and the very funny Alfred Molina (among others). Highly recommended if you can get out to the N. Side before it leaves.

Spider-Man 2: This was a brilliant movie that can please Spidey lovers (like me) and normal movie-goers alike. Fred Molina also makes an appearence in this one as Doc Ock (small world, no?) All the charcters are great and it sets up well for the next film. Go see it.

I also saw the Cubs-Sox game on the 4th. That was great times. That was the fourth game I've been to this year and the energy was so high. It was almost as pumped as the playoff game I went to last year. Cubbies are awesome. If you do journey up to Wrigleyville this summer, try to find a copy of The Heckler, an free onion-style paper for Cubs fans. There was an article about it in the Sun-Times yesterday and I saw the Ronnie Woo Woo issue around on the 4th. Quality Stuff.

Oh...as a tribute to the D3 blog, I thought I'd share this little tidbit. One of my nurses ended every visit to my room with: "Holla"

A Panda walks into a café, orders and devours a sandwich, draws a gun. fires off a couple rounds, and then waddles off. "Why?" asks the bewildered waiter. "I'm a panda. Look it up." When the waiter checks out "Panda" in a reference, he reads: "Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."

Well, maybe blogger has been toying with me for a week or so and I haven’t been able to get anything up. Feh.

Woo! Party! Gradstravaganza officially ended around 3:00 AM Sunday when I got home from dropping my most car-less guests off. Good times pretty much all the way through. Lots of hanging around and chatting, some videogames, some banjo musicality/hilarity from my friend Al, and at the end we just sort of gave up and watched Die Another Day on my new-and-improved super-cable. I also proved my superiority to All present in the field of playing Time Splitters 2 silently (Super-cable interfered with the GameCube set-up. I had to rearrange a whole mess o’ wires Monday to finally get everything booming in fabulous sim-surround sound). I think it was Alex who proved his superiority at darts, although I proved it is possible to do fairly well at darts throwing underhand. Shotgun dart technique, however, has never worked for anyone. There were also some… interesting… interludes provided by my little cousins, one of whom like to sniff people. Thanks to all who came. Best wishes to those who couldn’t make it for whatever reason.

Among the more interesting gifts was Raw Power by Iggy and the Stooges (from Maciej). Which does hold up to the claim “It’s like being kicked in the face by rock and roll.” Powerful stuff. I’m fond of this quote from Iggy in the album insert: “Why isn’t this guage in the red with all the other ones?”. Despite the loudness, it’s not particularly “noisy”, so to speak; It’s just good, loud, powerful music. My favorites right now are “Search and Destroy” and “I Need Sombody”.

Other notably different gifts were d-skins, which are spiffy CD-protecting plastic covers that can be read through, from Alex. Now I can leave even more CD’s lying around without worrying about scratches. There was also an idea-notebook from Al, which was lovingly handcrafted from duct tape and used paper. Odd as it sounds, it’s cool, and probably the most durable notebook I’ve ever owned.

Oh, and let’s see. More dancing Tuesday. I am now moderately competent at the Charleston, although there are some tricky bits at the end of class.

I spent Wednesday geeking out old-school with my friends from… my old school, including the aforementioned Al, Alternate Alex, and Joe. In one day, we went from small-time smuggling to big-time drug-dealing… er, in the course of a game of the Star Wars RPG, of course. I shall refrain from telling you about this in-depth unless there is a surprising demand fro such things.

Oh, and the picture below Alex’s post is really self-explanatory. Ah, the wonders of the internet.

Again, the blog has lied dormant for some time. I can't believe Pat didn't post on the results of his party, so i'll mention it here. It was good times with special appearences made by Columbian Drug Lord Carney, Rascist Ozga, a Classy Polish Man, the 'Fro, Al "the pal" Schorsch and his magical banjo, M. Sullivan Sweeny, Sarah "I like Wine Cheese" Campillo, and many others. Of course, let's not forget that the whole thing was run by Public Assassin Paul Lange and his Accordian Groupies.

There were darts, cousins, James Bond, and mythical waffles....so you know it was great.

In other news...I have my last surgery scheduled for July 6th. wOOt! All this hospital nonsense will finally be done away with. So everyone send be groovy hippy vibes that day so I'll be out of the hell hole known as UofC faster. (no offense to anyone who will be attending UofC...I'm sure it's an excellent college)

Go Cubs!

So yesterday, I got a thumbs-up from a nun for letting her cross Harlem. I figure that’s the best blessing I’m going to get for a while. So I’ve got extra holiness points to burn, or something, especially if I let the Pope back out of his driveway. I wonder if the pope has a driveway for the pope-mobile. Maybe it’s more of a “Blessed Carport of Saint Augustine” sort of thing. Someday I will search Google for “Vatican garages”, but not now. I’m doing important blog-work.

Also I have seen two movies in the past two days. Bubba-Hotep was a little bit odd, but pretty funny. I give it 7 thumbs up. Mmm… Elvis and Black Jack Kennedy vs. a mummy. Now, let’s get decadent. And speaking of decadent, the other movie I’ve seen was The Secretary, which was stranger than Bubba-Hotep, if you’ll believe that. Girl who cuts herself recovers and finds true love through BDSM, thanks to her work as a secretary for creepy lawyer, who finds true love and accepts his BDSM-ness through her. This accomplished through much spanking and meaningful glancing, culminating in tied-to-a-tree-sex. And stuff. Yeah. It was a little disturbing, although it did pull together in the end to be a moderately functional movie. An interesting look at the BDSM phenomenon, and thankfully very much non-porn (It was recommended by a very suspect individual, Kate’s ex-roommate). Nevertheless, no movie I’ve seen has ever made sex look more depressing.

So I don’t know where to go from that. Peace out.

Summer just flies by, doesn’t it, folks? No need to worry yet, though; there’s still a lot of time to go. And fun to be had, especially at, say, someone’s graduation party.

June 19th
3:00 PM-whatever
Lange residence.

Email: Gondolin60@hotmail.com/ AIM: Gondolin60 for questions, details, you need help finding my house, RSVPing, etc.

Now, true to my word, anyone who has read this should consider themselves invited. Some of you will receive paper invitations around midweek based on the possibility that you aren’t regularly reading this blog (for shame!) or I especially want you to show up. But seriously, come one, come all.

Well, it’s been a lazy week, but I’ve been doing stuff sporadically. I went to dance class with Kate on Tuesday. I am now moderately capable of doing a basic Charleston. While I wouldn’t say I’ve been possessed by a fever for the dance, it was pretty fun. So over the next few weeks, I’ll be ready for all kinds of crazy old-school dancing. And should a rave break out, I can flail with the best of them. So I’m a multiple threat. No party can faze me! Well, actually, I can think of quite a few that would. I have no idea what to do at an upper-class British tea party… or a witch-burning. Come to think of it, stumbling unexpectedly into a wild lesbian orgy would probably be awkward in practice.

I admit the previous line may have crossed a line. Obviously, it didn’t cross itself, but it no doubt crossed some other, bounds-of-good-taste-related line.

The point is, Doctor Zoidberg is clearly the funniest Jewish crustacean ever. No, wait, actually, the point was that dancing was fun, and accompanied by a lot of walking around downtown (and buying emergency socks). There were also delicious cookies.

And today launched the official launch of my job hunt, on account of I need to avoid selling CutCo knives, because, well, none of us really want me walking around with a briefcase full of knives, right?

And so, this post shall come to a close, because if there was anything else I wanted to mention, I’ve forgotten about it. But you, gentle reader, don’t forget about that party, and/or hooking me up with any other parties as maybe transpiring.

Well, I haven't posted on the blog for some time now, so I feel an update is in order. Graduation was uneventful, but the summer will rock. I mean, just look at the snazzy new blog design! Napes' party rocked the preverbial socks. I danced so much I was sor the next day. Thankfully Joe O'Conner's party was a little more subdued, although there was some hot badminton action involved...so kudos to the 'Fro.

Now for summer fun. Kate keeps trying to culture Pat and I, which is nice, but we'd rather just frag each other to death in some sort of video game war...but either way...

Birthday was nice...people gave me a lot of stuff for college (Grinnell shirts, etc.) Kate and Pat gifted me with the 2-cd "Three Dog Night Story" All the Three Dog Night I'll ever need. (seriously, nobody give me any more!) Tutes hooked me up with Let It Bleed, an excellent choice from someone whose taste in music can range from delightful to questionable.

But now, in honor of the summer and me being 18 (cigarettes and porn! WOOT!) I'll give our faithful readers a present. Just check this out:

http://www.amiten.com/Punya/cartoons/dodo.mpeg

I guarantee you'll laugh and watch it at least three times. Enjoy.

Yes, yes, the background is bright yellow now. It's summer time. Gotta snazz the place up. Because we here at Albatross Hour are working round the clock to give you the best blog-viewing experience possible. No, really. Fine, the clock we work around is a stopwatch. It only goes up to about 15 minutes.

Also, happy birthday to our very own Herr Hosentrager!

Remember, people: General Absolution outranks Corporal Punishment.

Ahh. 2:00 AM. Riding a little too much caffeine, watching anime, listening to new Beatles CDs, writing poetry, thinking deep thoughts.

Summertime, how I missed you.

There have been parties.
There will be dancing.

And always with a-doings a-transpiring, provided I can track people down.

which reminds me, my party is on the 19th. Chances are that if you're reading this you're invited. But I've yet to hash out all the details, so stay tuned.

And I am going to write a little cool something-something when I get around to it, hopefully the day before yesterday, but that fell through.

Least-of-my-worries poll: Which of these Beatles tunes should I use as a wake up track?
A. "Good Morning, Good Morning"
B. "Here Comes the Sun"
C. "I'm Only Sleeping"

Vote Early, Vote Often, people.

Neglect? Piffle. Harrumph. Humbug. Statements of denial and disbelief…. And now, continuing with your regularly scheduled sporadic update:

As I understand it, something important is going on tomorrow. That is to say, there’s a-doin’s a-transpirin’. And we have now sufficiently practiced for all kinds of graduation, matriculation, and mastication. Frankly, I was a little worried about this whole “walking in line” thing, but I feel ready. I am in the zone for walking in line. Hoo-ah!

And so, having been done with school for two days now, brilliant test-taking and last-minute project finishing have brought my grades back to appropriate levels. But that’s not important, because we’re done.

And even more importantly, yesterday was full of coolness, despite the ungodly hour of the Odyssey trip. Though there is some possibility that I hurled a sausage directly past the captain. But at least I didn’t ring the bell. No, someone else will have to suffer that one on his conscience. Although the boat left the breakwater for approximately 36 inches of travel, our voyage was a fabulous nautical adventure. Or something. But it was fun, with more gay couples and black porn than I had ever been involved with before.

After landing and much random yelling at people on shore, I rolled to the zoo with Maciej, Kevin Altier, and Katie “Hi, I’m white!” Napleton, and met up with a whole fabulous group of people. And we looked at animals, because animals are cool, especially polar bears. Quoth Dave Monteagudo, “When I grow up, I want a polar bear.” Personally, I’d rather cut out the middleman: When I grow up, I want to be a polar bear. Penguins are cool too. And we watched some kind of seabird for at least twenty minutes. It was that great. We saw just about everything except the farm. And who cares about the farm, right? We got some ice cream at the lagoon, and I played a rousing game of catch-the-fluff with Kevin.

More fun was had today at Erik’s Delicatessen after graduation practice, after complicated negotiations determining where we were actually eating. Anyway, odds are that if you’re reading this, I’ll see you tomorrow. Look out for a very special post tomorrow too.

Congrats to Alex on Grinell!!

Even though that means that means he won't be doing laundry and eating at my house now.

But I know that he really didn't want to study abroad in River Forest anyway.

Well, this blog has gone neglected for quite sometime.


I now have a blog of my very own (ooo, shiny) http://www.farfullingalong.blogspot.com

Some may ask why this is; 'it seems so sudden, I mean can't we talk about it, you aren't really going to walk out like this, I can change really?!?'

Well, long story short...I need a blog so that friends at Oberlin know what's going on with me this summer (I'm rarely on AIM in the summer) (although the Obie bloc been lobbying me to get one of those livejournal things, although quite honestly, between you and me, those things are a lot of upkeep. I just don't know if I'm high maintenance enough to go livejournal. Livejournal might be a little too personal for my tastes as well.... I ..I...just don't know if I'm ready to bare my soul on the internet.

Reasserting my identity as an individual person with ambitions, dreams, goals, emotions etc. all of my very own (again, shiny), one could say would be another reason for the gettage of own blogage, so to speak.

But I'll continue to post on this blog, especially with regard to issues, problems, concerns,etc. from the homefront.

In other news,
Rockapella kicks ass.

Good morning

Yeah, Waterpolo. Saturday was damn cool. That was the most intense Fenwick sports event I’ve ever been at. Fans yellin’s and screamin’ and clappin’ and et cetera. And from what I know about waterpolo (which is nothing), I’d have to say those were two great games. Boys mostly led, with a little trouble in the middle of the game, but still a pretty close game overall. The girls match, as you’ve probably, went down to the wire with a beautiful last-second tiebreaker. IHSA was listing it as an OT victory for a while, that’s how close it was. But the fans knew there was time, because that place ex-ploded. Awesome. Awesome cool.

Thence to Ledo’s with a lovely group of people. Only got slightly lost: right road, wrong direction. Fortunately while I was lost people were rearranging the planned location anyway. The “more fun than Jesus” incident has already been related by Maciej. “More X than Jesus” is my new way of forming the superlative, BTW. For example, “Bob Dylan is cooler than Jesus”.

Which reminds me, the first candidate for my “Danceable Dylan” mix is “Subterranean Homesick Blues.” Try it sometime.

And you know what else is awesome? Coming home after crazy fun times and finding the Girl on AIM, at which point it’s past midnight and the 15th has rolled over into the anniversary. Yes, ladies and gents, it’s been one year now since last JuProm made it official. And it has been a crazy, wonderful year. And in just under a week, she’s back again. Whee!

And then there was today. Honors convo was as long and tedious as ever, but I got some nice stuff. I think our overall winner is Ryan “Razor Ramon” Kiefer, master of the Spanish language. But I think the biggest cheer went to Eric Park, for something like “special achievement in choir”.

Final note: Ask Sweeney about Van Helsing.

Long time no post. Much exposition must take place. Prom was fun. I have a free George Foreman grill for an unrelated reason. Explanations shall come in a day or two.

Also, next week, Albatross Hour's grand Comeback Farewell Special. No show today, because the tech guys locked down the studio. Coming soon: Prom, the ranting.