November 30, 2003

Ode to Persnickety

Taking the lead from Kelly D, Jason R, and my strong desire to procrastinate, I’ve decided to start a Persnickety story corner here on threequarters. The only problem is, I don’t have any really fantastic Persnickety stories of my own. The best I’ve got is this one time when Rea and I were shamefully indulging in SUB Lounge PDA, only to look over and realize that we’d scarred our dear, sputtering friend for life. That said, I will retell a story of Jason Rs, since he seems to have forgotten it.

It all began around Valentines Day. Alicia innocently and dutifully sat in McIntyre Hall in the middle of the night, working on what was most likely a long philosophy paper. In need of a short study break, Alicia decided to check her e-mail. Upon opening her box, she noticed an E-Valentine had been sent to her. When she opened it, a bright and shining Persnickety stared back, proclaiming is undying love. Alicia was thrown into a laughing/screaming fit – drawing attention from all of the other late-night studiers. She soon had an audience, crowding around her computer terminal…new witnesses to admire her luck at inspiring such a striking gentleman caller. Alicia was mortified and quickly tracked down Jason so she could kick his ass. I was pleased at the mere thought of the incident for weeks.

Posted by j*2the*olie at 01:39 PM

Why the East Coast Sucks: A Qualitative Study

In honor of white settlers killing american indians, I flew back to home base for a whole three days. It was pretty fantastic all around. Though my visit was brief, I still managed to:

*Meet my brother’s latest girlfriend (she’s beautiful and thin with long blond hair and blue eyes – a perfect replica of his last 10 girlfriends, only with slightly more spunk)
*Go to Aliso Creek Beach and watch the sunset
*Drive down the freeway super fast with my brother – dancing to outkast
*Drink with my mom
*Eat fish tacos
*See the damage from all of the fires and inhale mass amounts of ash – which continues to fill the air and cover the ground and everything else with a centimeter-thick blanket of filth
*Drink with Nikki’s family
*Chill with my friend Jenny – who I hadn’t seen in almost 5 years
*Sing and smoke a bowl or two with Jenny’s boyfriend and his garage band
*Drink margaritas with thanksgiving dinner
*Eat more fish tacos and tasty tasty chipotle
*Argue with my father about the positive effects of anger management
*Watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles the movie (circa 1990) with a delighted 7 year old
*Sit on the beach in Coronado in short sleeves… soaking up the deliciously warm sun

Now I’m back in miserable Maryland/DC. The second I got off the plane in Baltimore I was stunned by the frigid wave that seemed to come from the people and the winter weather. Soon after, I was charged $16 for a 4 mile cab ride to where I had parked my car at work. I’m hoping to wake up tomorrow morning to a warm smile and welcome home from Auntie Em, but I’m pretty sure that’s not gonna happen. The best I can do is grin and bear it for the next three weeks before my return to paradise.

Posted by j*2the*olie at 11:52 AM

November 20, 2003

In the News…

This week I managed to land myself in both The Diamondback (University of Maryland’s independent student newspaper) and The Trail (Puget Sound’s student run newspaper). Both articles are full of high quality quotes.

Diamondback: None Injured After Tow Truck Slams Into Noodles

The Trail: Original, Obnoxious Article (not written by me). My Response. Jason Rs Response.

Posted by j*2the*olie at 09:47 PM

November 15, 2003

kids these days

I'm not really sure what prompted it, but I had a few minutes to kill and I decided to plunk around the FOUND magazine website for a while. As usual, there are a million gems, but this one was too much.


The thing I love about these FOUND notes, is that they almost always have a fun twist at the end. It's genius, frankly. I wish that the FOUND tour would come to DC soon. That dude cracked my ass up. Good times, good times.

Posted by j*2the*olie at 09:27 AM

November 11, 2003

I'm DNA! How fun is that?

You are DNA. You're a smart person, and you appear
incredibly complex to people who don't know
you. You're incomparably full of information,
and most of it is useless.

Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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PS - This ridiculously geeky quiz is shamelessly stolen from Jason R's blog. Gotta give credit where credit is due.

Posted by j*2the*olie at 11:37 AM