Subterranean By Design...
---Called Black by the Pot---
2003-11-11 - 11:56 p.m.
Well I have now been recognized by the Hillsdale blogging community. I show up on the Priz's website, and I was mentioned by Metzger in his latest post.
In said post, Metz calls me the "fat slobby jobber" that lived down the hall from him in Galloway. What? Now if there was ever an instance of the pot calling the kettle black, this is it. Allow me to explain.
1. Fat. I am not the slimmest guy in the world. But there is no way that Metzger can get away with calling me fat, assuming he still looks in mirrors. I'm sure that John would still be able to soundly defeat me in a pizza eating contest.
2. Slobby. ROFL. Anyone who knows Metzger can tell you that he is as slobby as they come (save for a brief period last year where he walked the earth as Bizarro Metzger). I used to dread going into this guy's room, be it the one at Galloway or the one at the Mustard House. The man was regularly unclean (though I must add that the only part I can speak for is the physical).
3. Jobber. This is something that I totally refute. I may have a spare tire, and my room may be a mess, but I have never been a jobber. I am the man that would never sell to the angry mob. I'm the guy that stood on Dan Guagenti's neck and made him tap. I am the guy that converted many Protestants to the true faith with my patented move, The Inquisition. I am three time, three time, three time Tecmo champion. I won six straight games of six-player Risk my freshman year (fear the yellow army). As far as jobbing, I took it hard on the IM circuit. Heck, my hoops team was called the Job Squad, so I don't totally refute that claim. Metzger was normally my personal jobber, save one time, and I was asleep and unable to catatonically avoid the wrath of his behemoth super soaker.
Anyway, might I reference (and this is something that I, as a good Catholic, almost never do) Matthew 7:3. Metzger throws a good insult even with the beam in his eye. Well I'm sure that Metz meant it all in jest, but for those who don't know me (who am I kidding, who reads this anyway) I felt it necessary to refute Mr. Okoye. You know I love ya, Metz. Oh, and send me some crash course in HTML so I can include links in my text. I want to look cool too.
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Decent day today. Happy Birthday to Lia. Started working on the MTH 851 class. 850 is history. Qualifying exam in two months; the countdown is on.
It was classic on Jeopardy tonight. The clue for Final Jeopardy was something like "This state is home to the largest portrait busts in the United States." So that narrowed it down to 50 possible choices. That's not too helpful, I thought. But it seems that a couple of the contestants could have used some more help. I came up with the right answer rather quickly (Barry Horowitz self pat on the back for me), but it was great to see what the collegiate contestants thought of. The girl in third tried to write Wyoming down, but it looked like chicken scratch to me. The guy from Purdue got it right. The genius girl who was in first throws down "Washington D.C." on her screen. The girl went into final with the lead, and then when asked to produce one of the fifty states, she comes up with the District. I wonder if she is even aware that South Dakota is a state. All that she had to do to leave with her pride was to jot down any State her heart wished, but she botched it. For this scholar, I recommed Weird Al's "I Lost on Jeopardy." The rap by the announcer will sum up the way she should be feeling.
Song currently on WinAmp: "Wind of Change" by The Scorpions. The classic fall of the Berlin Wall ballad. I've always loved this song, and now I have some German friends in the department to sing it with. It reminds them of unification. It reminds me of listening to Sunny FM and enjoying that "I'm Too Sexy" was number one on the Top Ten at Nine countdown for 23 straight days (margin of error, +-3 days). For the record, it was knocked off the top spot by some cover of Elton John's "Daniel."
Two Steps Forward - Two Steps Back
