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Sunday, February 22, 2004
Don't Drink The Water
Whew. It took me a helluva lot longer than I had anticipated, but I finally got the 3rd Annual SpaHa Semi-Formal pics up... Resizing almost 50 pictures to managable sizes ain't as easy as it used to be, I'll tell you what -- but they are now up for everyone to peruse and enjoy on the picture pages. As Frants mentioned, it was a grand party, and there was (as usual) much dancing and drinking and ham. Delicious ham...
I'd also like to congratulate Reed on his first update to the site. I can't say I'm positive, but I think it had something to do w/ A-Rod and the an announcement concerning the Yankees... And so, what then have I been doing with myself these days post-Ed? Post-Employment?? Well, first we had the big CD collection re-organization/re-catalogue of 2004. And with around seven hundred albums, why let me tell you -- that is no easy feat! So, I made sure to pace out that project over the course of the first two weeks, and balance it with other things to occupy my time... Like going to the Gym, for exemplor. And to get inspirado for when I go to the gym, I studied hours and hours of OZ episodes on HBO On Demand (I mean, I should be so lucky to end up looking like Adebisi, Chucky Pancamo, or Hoyt... Minus the tats and rape, of course). I made chili. I saw movies. I saw concerts (Ben Harper -- who RULED, and BNL -- who was everything to everyone).
But most of all, I killed people all over North America.
That's right, I sought out and hunted down everyone from a 13-year-old kid to a 43-year-old father of three. And you know what? I loved it. I'd do it again. In fact, I'm planning on doing it in a few minutes. What am I talking about, of course? I can't really be killing all these people, right? I am talking about the most time-consuming invention I have come across in ages -- the Network adapter for the Playstation 2, and a little game called SOCOM II: Navy Seals.
You see, I just start up my Playstation, and woila -- it is connected to the internet where I may take the guise of a Seal or Terrorist and use a huge arsenal of weaponry at my disposal to run around and fight with other people. Even Diesel and Duck upstairs. AND we all get to talk to each other at the same time. Nothing is more embarrassing when you get your ass blown up by a hand grenade some guy threw right into your hiding space, and you hear yourself getting admonished by a 9-year old kid named "MASTaKiLLa_187".
But then again, nothing is quite as thrilling as returning the favor.
Sure, it's the height of geekiness. It doesn't make us cooler, or help us with the ladies. But we're unemployed, and BOY does it kill some time.
At least until baseball begins. 42 days till' Opening Day. Life is good (for havin' no job).
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