Listening to Stern while getting ready for turkey, it’s a repeat of the first time he had Jerry Seinfeld on the show ages ago. Seinfeld plugged a show he was going to do (back in 1988) at Governors on Long Island. Stern mocked him, accusing him of not being happening, and made a comment that left me shuddering. “Wait, did we book Gerry Steinfeld by mistake?”
Ghaaa! The horror! The horror!
Off to turkey. Happy turkey day, those who live in the US.
For angryjonny, _yggdrasil, and other U2 fans out there. If you haven’t seen this before yet, I’m sorry.
And, the cover of the cover (thanks runstaverun):
Tomorrow night is a special night. What are you doing to stir things up?
Of course, why do a paper on a topic you’ve already researched and spent hours writing about when you can scrap it all and start over on a different topic of international trade, just because you find it more interesting? The good answer is that you think you can illustrate a few points relevant to key issues the professor loves discussing in class better with this topic. The bad answer is that the other topic is just boring you. Adios, lack of trade despite obvious comparative advantages between India and China. Hello, Japanese tariffs on Australian agriculture.
The movie version of Zaphod was able to throw the less presidential part of his brain into another head, sometimes I wish I could shove the less studious part of my brain into another head, and let that head sit in my bedroom with my DS and music.
Time to move my car and get something to eat. I’ve got a long night of writing ahead of me.
Of course Bon Jovi broke out a few times, old school beats and tunes were danced/screamed to as appropriate, and a good time was had by all. Maybe a little too much dancing with vegetables, but hey. Met some couple I’ve heard about dozens of times who live three blocks away from us, and another couple that also hangs out in the_boke regularly. Check out pictures here (click on Kevin’s birthday).
There was another party closer to where petemagyar and I live that we ended up catching the very tail end of, enjoying some punch and catching up with someone we hadn’t talked to in a while and his girlfriend – who I’d been in a few clubs with back at drewuniversity.
Boo for a blowout in the middle of the Pulaski Skyway on the way back from runstaverun and kikibird‘s.
Boo for it being impossible to change it, let alone set up flares without them being knocked away, due to the traffic.
Yay for jenniever‘s grandparents getting me AAA.
Yay for not dying on a narrow twisty two lane highway with people zipping along at seventy or more.
Boo for my BlackBerry dying right after the tow truck arrives, despite charging it today.
Yay for sweet talking the driver into giving me a ride home.
Boo for leaving one of the prizes of my battle with Thurston and the vending machine in my car.
Boo for having to run around and take care of this tomorrow.
Yay for being home.
From this trip:
kingfox: “Wow, this would be the perfect gift for angryjonny if I was dating him.”
Paul: “That’s the most disturbing thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
kingfox: “A vulnerable Democrat? WTF? I’m looking for a vulnerable Democrat who enjoys long walks along the beach?”
windexcowboy: “This is the one in the morning Mountain Time analysis. They’re totally shmivejournaling the election at this point.”
What the hell? Doogie Howser throws off the oversexed hetero characters of himself and Barney to declare himself as gay, everyone on my friends page goes berserk over the latest Spears marital drama, Wolf Blitzer’s getting punchy, and I just witnessed a hate crime against the NYC area.
Tonight was the gala for this year’s SIGUCCS. Imagine, if you would, a bunch of mall employees hanging out in the largest mall in North America (and until recently the world), built in the frozen flat northern wastes. Like Winterspring, only flat and with better hunting (don’t have to kite them). So these mall employees are doing copious amounts of drugs to deal with their jobs, and one young enterprising soul is browsing fanfic websites in their underoos. Ah, what’s this? The lowest rated Seinfeld fanfic? Jerry and Elaine get married at the end? George ends up with Newman’s sister? It’s set around Jerry opening a comedy club/dinner joint with the soup nazi and what’s her face cooking? Hey – let’s rip this off and make some money off of it! Bob, that guy who shovels dog shit in the pet store looks kind of like Kramer. Susie, the girl behind the Orange Julius counter, could pull off George’s mother. Let’s see if we can work in fifty different songs (30% of them Canadian, of course) for people to sing and dance to. Then we’ll trap them in this dinner theater from 6:30 to past 10. Plenty of audience participation, watered down drinks so that a pitcher of Mai Tai is basically OJ that was squeezed near a bottle of rum, and we’ll space out food to keep them around all night. And, of course, we’ll hold it in the mall.
This, dear readers, was our evening. The pirate themed seal show, awesome. The presentations had some real awesome ideas and points. Conversations and round table sessions with peers from other universities were rocking as always. The mall, being a huge fan of malls and mall architecture for a variety of reasons, was tremendous. The themed areas and attractions were hilarious. The largest indoor water park in the world was a blast. I’ve met some cool people from universities doing some cool things, saw people I’m a fan of again and caught up with what they’re doing, and it’s been a good conference. Then the last night I found myself watching a stroke unfold. Wow.
I’m sorry if anyone from that show ever reads this. Maybe I’m a snob, but holy cow.
Also, cornered someone from UW-Madison and tried to pressure them into hosting SIGUCCS like I did two years ago. One year…
I think it was creepingivy who I saw do this first. I could be wrong. Regardless, I liked the idea, even if I have more confidence in the safety of commercial air travel than most people I know. There’s something about the idea of passing a note to the possible beyond, even if the person’s more likely to get creamed by a drunk driver on the way home from work late one night than die in an aeronautical inferno.
All packed and waiting for the car to the airport, and I’m off to SIGUCCS. So, if I were to not make it, what would you wish you had told me? Last time I got some interesting answers, some personal secrets, and a few touching thoughts.