Beard Club
Friday, October 28, 2005
Phil calls me into his room the other night and informs me that he and Matthias want to invite me into their club. But he's hesitant about it, being all "I don't know if it's for you" and "Maybe it's not your style" and shit. So of course i'm all interested now. Phil, you master of psychology, you.
Turns out he and Matthias grow a beard every winter and wanted to know if I was going to join them. Now I tried this like two winters ago. I went three weeks without shaving. The result? A patchwork face of quarter-inch long hair with random spots bare like a dog with mange. Not pretty. Ask Ginger, she'll tell you it was a bad look. I tried informing my roommates of this, so they told me I should try to grow a mustache instead. I imagined what this would look like and was thoroughly frightened. Booter thinks I would look like a child molester. Booter also thinks anyone with a mustache looks like a child molester. Bad news for
Purdue CoachesI've decided to keep trying for another week, just to show my roommates why it shouldn't be done. I feel like Foster from Super Troopers:
"Where's your mustache, Foster?"
"I'm workin' on it. I haven't shaved in a week!"
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The Nova of Sports
This is it. Baseball is over. The polar opposite of the Black Hole of Sports. Next 5 months, I officially dub thee "The Nova of Sports."
I was going to call it The Super-Nova of sports except that we are still stuck with the lamest sport of all -- golf. For some ungodly reason, networks feel the urge to televise golf. All year long. It's a plague upon our society every weekend. The worst part is, it isn't even athletic! That's right, I'm saying Tiger Woods isn't an athlete. Mind you, I couldn't do what he does on the golf course. But I bet he can't play the euphonium as well as I do. And my horn weighs about as much as his golf bag. So does that make me an athlete? No. Tiger Woods -- not an athlete.
But the good thing is, the baseball season is officially over and we won't have to hear anything about it until Spring Training starts up in a month. God bless the off-season. Now we can get on with real sports like football, basketball and hockey (I know, I know, but it still beats golf). Although it was fun taunting Lizett the other night in Game 3. I believe the conversation went something like this:
Goat: "I hope the Sox win."
Lizett: "I hope you die."
Ahh, can you feel the love? Good times, good times.
Speaking of rooting against other people's teams, it's a lot harder rooting against BC anymore. My roommate Matthias is a BC alum and has got to be the nicest guy in the world. Every time my anger rises about BC (rising!), I think of Matthias and can't be angry anymore. Damn you, Matthias, and your niceness!
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Exhibit BB
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Latest evidence that I am my own worst enemy:
I decided to go biking with my roommate Phil last night along the Strand (a big sidewalk that runs up and down the beach here in the South Bay). As we're pulling out of the driveway he asks if I brought my wallet. "Nah," I tell him, "Why?" He mentioned something about cab fare in case of a flat tire. "Well, we're too far away to go back now!" he states in Animal-esque fashion. We were still in the driveway. Phil would have fit right in with the Tones.
As soon as we get to Manhattan Pier (about 3.5 miles out) I hear a hissing. The effin' front tire is flat. But O-ho! I have a spare inner-tube! We install the new tube and conjure up a pump from a biker passing by. Things are looking up for yours truly when the inner tube pops in the pumping process. That puts me at 3 inner tubes popped in the last two rides (I popped one on my last ride in Virginia, too).
Short story long, we tried calling our friends on our cell phones. No answer. Bastards. So the only option is to head back on foot. Phil pulls my bike beside his as he rides while I jog alonside in full cycling gear. Spandex shorts, jersey, helmet... the works. Let's just say I got a lot of puzzled looks from the residents of Manhattan Beach. You thought I was a biker, didn't you?!? You were WRONG, suckas!!
The good news is, I jogged about 2.5 miles of the way back. The bad news is, my calves are uber-tight today. Awesome. And by awesome I mean totally sweet.
In other news, Jism immensely enjoys her showers. That's not allowed in many parts of Utah.
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113% Better Than You!
ND 49, BYU 23. That's right, bitches. Our football team is 113% better than BYU. But it doesn't stop there:
- ND men are 113% more manly than BYU men.
- ND women are 113% hotter than BYU women.
- ND band is 113% better than the BYU band.
- ND dining hall food is 113% more delicious than BYU dining hall grub.
- ND grass is 113% greener than BYU grass.
- ND dirt is 113% softer than BYU dirt.
- ND high fives are 113% higher than BYU high fives (notice hands above the goalpost)
Okay, maybe a little harsh on BYU; but they just happen to be the whipping boy of the week. So all you BYU folks out there, stop whining. Or I will kick you in the junk.
Isn't it nice to kick some ass in a football game (especially one where we're supposed to?). Thank Jebus the days of worrying about the BYUs, Stanfords and Purdues of the world are over. I can honestly say that I'm not even that worried about Tennessee. Tennessee! It was just last year that I thought anyone on our schedule could beat us.
Charlie Weis is my hero.
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Does anybody know what time it is?
Friday, October 21, 2005
Anyone who has ever driven through Indiana knows how complicated it can be figuring out what time it is. Amazingly, Ginger is still struggling with it after living there for over two years (as evidenced by our conversation last night."
Ginger: "It's so nice when you can watch the news at 10 and get to bed at a reasonable hour."
Me: "But the news comes comes on at 11 at Purdue."
G: "Really? That's weird. I thought it was at 10:00. Normal people watch the news at 10:00."
Me: "Normal people in Texas and Oklahoma. Normal people on Eastern time watch the news at 11:00. Fox News is at 10:00."
G: "No, Fox News is at 9:00. You just ignore it and watch the news at 10:00. Wait, I'm not on Eastern time?"
Me: "You're on Eastern
Standard Time. Which is effectively Central Time right now."
G: "So wait, when are we on Eastern Time?"
Me: "Starting next weekend."
G: "Oh good. Then everything shifts an hour, so the news will be on at 10:00 and Conan will be on earlier."
Me: "No, news is at 11:00 Eastern Time/10:00 Central Time. Don't you remember hearing ads for shows saying something like 'on at 8 eastern, 7 central!' ?"
G: "So people on Central Time watch everything an hour earlier than people on Eastern Time?"
Me: "Yes. Well, it's actually the same exact time, but it just seems an hour earlier to Central Time people."
G: "Oh. So that means the news here is on at 10:00 since we're on Central Time right now."
Me: "Um, no. All the stations in Indy delay their shows an hour so they match Eastern Time schedules. So you're actually seeing everything an hour later than everyone in the Eastern and Central Time zones."
G: "I'm so confused. So we're on Mountain Time?"
Me: "Eastern Standard."
G: "Wait, when does the news come on in LA?"
Me: "Normal time. 11:00"
G: "So what time is the news in Mountain Time? 9:00 or midnight?"
Me: "I don't think they have TVs there."
G: "Oh."
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I had peed on myself
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Okay, has anyone else noticed how much we're all talking about pissing and defecating ourselves lately?
Case 1: AniMal
Speaking of Lizett, does anybody else think she looks like Bill Cosby? Hahaha, Vnak you comic genius! I didn't even hear him say it, I just heard it repeated later, and I still almost lost bladder control.
Case 2: Jism
"my couch is starting to get all excited"god love that quote. i nearly pooped my pants. thank god my bathroom is about, eh, 10 butt-clenched steps away.
Case 3: Myself
I'm not sure if it you actually look like Bill Cosby or if it was the fact that Vnak said it, but I found it pee-yourself hilarious just like AniMal. And now to change my pants.
We've got some serious bladder issues. Or some sick senses of humor. I blame AniMal.
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Go west, young man.
This Friday is the end.
The end of my stay here in Northern Virginia.
So long, bad drivers. So long, fake communities. So long, boring chain restaraunts. I'm on to bigger and better things. It's back to the cool waters of the Pacific! Back to sunshine and 70s! Back to good Mexican food! Back to smog! Back to earthquakes and wildfires! Oh wait. Strike those last two sentences.
To be honest, it's not California that I'm excited about. It's getting to live in my own place, with my own bed and my own kitchen. It's not having to live out of a suitcase or be limited to the same 10 outfits. It's not having to pack up all my possessions every two weeks.
I actually kind of like the DC area. I wouldn't mind living here sometime, but I would definitely get a place in the District or very close to it. Don't ever live in Northern Virginia, it's not worth it. At all. Trust me on this.
My biggest complaint about leaving the DC area is having to leave my friends behind. Hanging out with Jism has been awesome, and by awesome I mean totally sweet. It's been nice having someone around who appreciates sweet-tea, the Muppet Show, ND obsessions, good food, good conversation and good company. I'll miss impromptu dinners and gamewatches with KLanders. And I didn't even get to see Crackwhore. What's up with that? Honestly.
But I'm making the best of my last few nights here. Tonight I'm going to an amateur comedy night with Jism, KLanders and friends. Tomorrow it's chili and sweet-tea for dinner at Jism's followed by Wallace & Gromit with her friends. Awesome McAwesome. Now I just have to make sure to pictures with these people before I leave. That's going to be difficult as I forgot my camera. D'oh!
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And now, for your entertainment...
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
In true Lizett-form, I haven't posted in like a whole week. I think she went longer without a post, but since she started posting again after my bitching I thought I would return the favor. You can thank
Lizett for getting to be entertained by my life once more.
The fact of the matter is, I spent last weekend visiting Ginger at Purdue, so I didn't have time to entertain you, you selfish bastards. But now that I'm back in boring Virginia I'll fill you in on the weekend.
FridayI leave work early to head to the airport. I don't feel too bad about this because for the 12th day in a row I had no work to do. That's right, suckers, I get paid a shit-load to sit and stare at a computer screen. (On a side note, I hate that I stare at a screen all day, so there is some justice.) Anyways, I fly out of Reagan Airport in DC which turns out to be a lot nicer than Dulles (not that it's hard to be better than Dulles). I walk in and immediately get to use a check-in counter. I walk to the security line where there's no one waiting. Sweet! The only problem is, I'm early and so I have to entertain myself at the terminal for 2 hours. I didn't bring my computer or MP3 player since it was only an hour and a half flight. Then the flight is delayed. Awesome. Oh, and there are no bookstores in this airport, either. Awesome. And by awesome I mean shitty. Luckily, the past few month here in Virginia have taught me how to stare into space for long periods of time.
I finally get to Indy, but Ginger had car trouble on the way to the airport so I had to sit and wait 45 minutes at the airport. The good news is that she was wearing leather pants when she arrived. Oose. We drove back, got Wendy's, put a sock on the door, and fell asleep.
SaturdayIt was Homecoming weekend at Purdue, so naturally Ginger and I didn't go to the football game. Who wants to watch Purdue lose to some shitty Big Ten team? Not me. Fuck you, Purdue.
Instead, I went to watch Ginger play
rugby. The opposing team cancelled at the last minute, so Purdue's team decided to hold a scrimmage instead. Watching a bunch of college girls tackle each other and roll around in the dirt might sound pretty hot, but it's not, really. What you don't picture in your mind are the scrum caps, mouth guards and baggy shirts that show nothing. It's no Miller Lite commercial, that's for sure. But it's still awesome to watch if you're a sports fan. Ginger's team ended up losing 49-10, I think, but the teams were pretty skewed. All the backs were on one team and the pack were on another (Ginger is a Lock, part of the pack). For you non-ruggers, imagine putting all the linemen on one team and putting the running backs, receivers and safeties on the other team.
Afterwards we went to the rugby house for drinking games. I started to play a game of beer pong in the basement with Ginger when the ceiling started leaking copious amounts of water. Moments later we hear "The toilet is over-flowing!" Needless to say, I didn't play anymore drinking games in the basement. Instead I journeyed upstairs to watch the ND-USC game. It was just me and Mark (grad student) watching it for a long time and occasionally we were interrupted to check the Purdue score. Around the 3rd quarter some guys show up and start rooting for USC. No surprise, rally. Typical Purdue fan behavior to root against ND and talk about how much they hate the Irish. By the last few minutes I had like 5 pro-ND people on my couch (including a very drunk Ginger) and a room full of ND-haters. Have I said I hate Purdue? Fuckers. So when the clock runs out the first time, my couch is starting to get all excited, but alas. When USC wins, the jackasses across the room go ape-shit with the ND bashing. I nearly got up and punched one guy in the face.
Ginger and I made a quick departure out the back. I consoled myself by remembering that as an ND fan I don't have to rely on rooting against Purdue for the highlight of my season. Fuck-tards. I take the still-drunk Ginger out to dinner at South Street Smokehouse (man, I miss BBQ!) and then we head over to Rob's for more beer and hanging out with EE-folk. It was good to get to see those guys and gals again. Too bad it was only for like 2 hours.
SundayGinger and I sleep in until like 11:00am. Awesome. We mull around for a bit and then decide to go get Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Afterwards, I stop at Dick's to check out Colts' jerseys since I adopted them as my NFL over the past two years. For $75 I decided I wasn't that big of a Colts fan after all. One cool thing, though, is that there was ND apparel right up front beside the Purdue apparel! In Lafayette! Man, that must really bug the shit out of the Boilermaker faithful. Luckily, that's only 10 people. We go back to Ginger's place and watch the first episode of
Lost. She's hooked now. As of tonight (Tuesday) she's on disc 4. By then it's time to head back to the airport.
All in all, it was a pretty awesome weekend. I would've loved to have gone to the USC game, but I don't know if I could have dealt with the loss. Sports bring out the worst in me. Well, people stealing shit from my apartment brings out the worst in me (
see "hole in the back side of the quote wall at the Animal House",
and "missing fencepost at Animal House"), but that's another story. Only two more months until I get to see Ginger again.
Oh, in other news... I get to leave Virginia for good after this Friday. More at 11:00.
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Positive Wednesday
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
"Positive Wednesday" is a term my band director in high school used to mark the middle of band camp. He would go around all day saying it in a clown-like voice, something like, "It's Poooooos-itive WEDNESDAY!!" I'm pretty sure the old coot was crazy.
But the point of all this was that today was indeed a Positive Wednesday. Let's go over why.
1. I actually got to do something engineering-related at work today.Okay, okay, so I'm a big nerd. But let's think about it this way. Imagine that your boss asked you to do addition and subtraction problems for three and a half months. Not even multiplication or division, just super-simple stuff. That's the way I feel when the hardest thing they throw at me is editing Word documents. Getting to listen to a briefing about the stuff I spent six years studying was a God-send.
2. I found out I get to go back to Cali soon (and stay!)Since July I have only slept in my own bed about 20 nights. For a $1000 bed, that's pretty shitty return on investment. While nothing is set in stone yet, wheels are in motion to ensure that this is no longer the case come November.
3. Episode 3 of LostSo apparently people record TV shows and distribute them online through a free software package called BitTorrent. Brilliant! Even Booter's inability to record correctly will not keep me from seeing Episode 3. Oose.
4. My bike is fixed!After a week and a half in the shop, my bike is in tip-top shape. Now I have something to do during my last few nights in DC (when Jism is incapacitated).
5. Episode 4 of Lost and Amber Bock'Nuff said.
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I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you
Oh man, I got to go to my first classified meeting today! After four and half months of bureaucratic paper-pushing, my clearance finally arrived last week and now I get to see all kinds of cool shit. But don't ask me to tell you about it. If I did, the government would cause a pack of rabid wombats to appear out of thin air and devour you on the spot. All that would be let is a bloody spot on the floor, just because you wanted to know what I know.
Knowledge is power! Soon you will all be pawns in my evil plan! PAWNS, I TELL YOU!
MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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John Q Taxpayer Eats It
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
In case you were wondering where all your tax money goes, I've created this short but informative summary. Let's examine a case-study; specifically, my job. As a systems engineer at a defense contractor, having both a bachelors and masters degree, I get paid a substantial salary. I say this not in boast, but simply to establish a fact. My current assignment requires me to travel from LA to Northern Virginia for 11 out of every 14 days. Since I work for a goverment contractor, the government subsidizes this travel. Here's an idea of typical reimbursement rates:
| Lodging (per diem) | $153 |
| Meals & Incidentals (per diem) | $61 |
| Rental Car (daily rate) | ~$35 |
| Airfare (round trip) | $300-$800 |
If you do the math, you'll see that it comes out to about $2500-$3000 per 11-day trip. That's $5000-$6000 per month. I've been doing this for three and a half months now, which equates to about $20k spent on my travel alone. On top of my salary.
The biggest thing that bugs me about all this is that at the beginning of the project, I suggested getting a short-term apartment with a cheap monthly rate and saving the company money. My boss was all for it until the HR people shot down the idea, saying it "wasn't company policy." HR would rather let me pocket the difference from the per diem rates than take a little extra effort to save some serious cash. Oh, the best part about this whole scenario is that I haven't had any real work to do for about 3 weeks now. I fly across the country to sit and stare at my computer 40 hours a week. Awesome.
This money should really go to more useful endeavors, like education. I room with four teacher and hang out with about a dozen more. Trust me, they deserve it more than I and would actually benefit from it. I think I'll donate my per diem earnings from this trip to their schools.
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A Pangle-licious Weekend
Monday, October 10, 2005
If there were a theme to this past weekend, it would have to be Pangle. Booter would come in a close second with "wood" not far behind (to be explained in a later post). But all in all, it was a Pangle-filled weekend.
It began Thursday night when I arrived at LAX. Phil offered to pick me up at LAX and when he arrived, lo and behold, the Queen of Pangalia had driven my roommate in her car to come pick me up. We then proceeded to return to the Sheldon Chateau for a roommate dinner. Pangle sheepishly asked if she was allowed to join the roommate festivities. Of course we told her to stay; just like Jism was the 5th roommate of the Animal House, Pangle definitely qualifies as the 6th Sheldonite. Dinner was grand, and Pangle even picked on Bret about Purdue football. Awesome.
Friday night I met up with the Panginator at Booter's birthday bonfire on Dockweiler beach. Unfortunately, the non-Place Corps engineering types all got stuck talking to each other and Pangle had to leave early to get rest for her marathon training the next morning. Friday was definitely the low point of the Weekend of Pangle.
Saturday we had plans to go to the UCLA-Cal game at the Rose Bowl, but decided at the last moment to watch the Penn State-tOSU game at the Chateau instead. Pangle is apparently an avid Buckeye fan (we all have our flaws...) and Booter spent most of the game reminding her that tOSU was losing. I tried to remain objective but couldn't help throwing in a few jabs here and there. Pangles are docile creatures -- it's rare you see one fired up!
On Sunday, Sister Pangle and I went to mass at St. James and listened to Booter make a joyous noise in the choir. We stopped for coffee and a paper on the way home and killed a good two hours at her place reading the news, watching baseball, and listening to Teresa's boyfriend laugh incessantly at Calvin & Hobbes.
Later that night Phil and I inadvertantly ran into Pangle and Teresa and decided to join them at Stick & Stein for the Angels game. Severals beers and several innings later I finally bid adieu to Pangle for the weekend.
For how little I'm home and even less the time I get to see my friends, it was nice to have a weekend that was truly Pangle-licious.
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Wallace & Gromit
Friday, October 07, 2005
If there's one movie i'm excited about this fall, this is it. Ever since Kristine Monohan introduced me to this dynamic duo I've been waiting for them to have their own movie. For those of you who don't know, Wallace & Gromit are the creation of Nick Park and have only appeared in 10 short films so far. Wallace is a cheese-loving Brit and Gromit is his silent but faithful dog who gets him out of trouble. The two are notorious for building crazy contraptions that end up saving the day. Based on the their 10 short films, this movie promises to be quite hilarious.
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Virginia is for Suckers
Monday, October 03, 2005
Let me give you an idea of the hell that is Northern Virginia. Let's start with my experience tonight. I'm rather happy about getting to leave behind my boring proposal work for the rest of the week and I'm going to a nearby restaurant for a free dinner with the other FTL folks. First, I drive to the wrong restaurant. My fault. No big deal since I'm one of those people who likes to be early. I call the office and find out that the actual restaurant is about 2 miles away. My coworker gives me directions and I set off.
Ten minutes later and I'm still sitting at the same red light trying to get out of the first restaurant. Ten more minutes pass by and I make it to the next red light about a tenth of a mile down the road. Ten minutes after that I finally make it to where the restaurant is supposed to be, but IT ISN'T THERE! I drive up and down the road for about ten minutes and decide to call 411. I get ahold of the restaurant and the hostess give me directions from where I currently parked. I take off, relieved that I will soon be arriving, only to find out the hostess' directions have put me on the effing TOLL ROAD. So not only am I stuck getting on the freeway, I have to pay 50 cents. Then I have to get off, turn around, get back on the toll road and pay another 50 cents to get to the restaurant's exit. By this time I'm already 40 minutes late to dinner and I chalk it up as a loss. After 20 more minutes of claustrophobic driving, I finally get back to the hotel.
This isn't a fluke incident, either. Driving in the DC/Norther Virginia area is pure hell all the time. Don't bother trying it yourself. If you ever come here, make sure you're near a Metro stop. If the Metro can't get you there, it ain't worth the trouble to get there.
The traffic isn't the only thing shitty about Northern Virginia. The whole place reeks of Upper Middle Class Homogenized Suburbia. There's strip mall on top of strip mall on top of shopping malls on top of chain restaraunts on top of condominium complexes. Not even all the trees and nature around the area can compensate for the ugliness that is Fairfax County. This place represents almost all of what is destroying America today. People are not friendly, they only seemed concerned with themselves and how fast they can get home and what new, fancy stuff they can buy for cheap at Target. There's no personable aspect to anything here. It's ugly.
What really scares me is that this is what is happening to my hometown back in Kentucky. The reason my parents moved when I was four to the house they still live in was to escape exactly this. They saw the suburban expansion coming and made a preemptive strike, moving 10-15 further from dowtown Louisville. The expansion is catching up to them now, though. Oldham County is slowly turning into Upper Middle Class Homogenized Suburbia. Craig's Pharmacy (where Craig knew every customer by name, pretty much) finally sold their business to CVS. The IGA is lucky no other grocery store has come into town, or else it would be out of business quickly, I'm sure. While it annoyed me at first when Wal-Mart took away the store in Crestwood for a bigger store in LaGrange, I'm thankful they didn't install a Super Wal-Mart monstrosity. One of my favorite things about Los Angeles is that most of the towns won't let Wal-Mart build a store there. It's stores like Wal-Mart, Home Depot, Lowe's, Target, etc, that are really the root of all this. They're taking the local markets right out from underneath the entrepreneurs and small business owners and killing the small-town feel of America.
Let me qualify all this by saying I don't mind big cities. In fact, I think I would enjoy living in downtown DC. Everytime I'm down there I have a blast. Plus it feels real, not fake like Suburbia. But I can promise you this, I will not live in Northern Virginia on my own accord. If my boss wants me to do a rotation here, I will tell him that it has to be accessible by Metro or I will find a better job somewhere else.
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Poop on Purdue!
I can't tell you how much it pleases me that the Irish shellacked Purdue this weekend, 49-28. i spent the last two years of my life surrounded by Boilermaker fans while finishing my Masters degree at good ol' PeeU. They used to taunt me whenever I would wear ND shirts, asking me questions like, "Why don't you cheer for a
good team?" That's the thing about Purdue fans; they only cheer for "good" teams and badmouth the "bad" teams. This includes their own beloved Boilermakers. Last year when Purdue was 6-0, nothing bad could be said about the team. The Glory Days had finally arrived in West Lafayette. Three weeks later they were 6-3 and the phrase "pulling an Orton" was being used all around campus to describe situations where people choked.
But this year it's all different. Or should I say back to normal. ND took Purdue behind the proverbial woodshed and pulled out a Louisville Slugger of an offense on them. Brady Quinn put up record numbers on the annoying kid from down south, passing for 440 yards and amounting over 600 yards of offense total. Jeff Samardzija (better known as "Shark") made an amazing catch (above) in the first quarter and went on to score two touchdowns later in the game. He has at least one touchdown in all five games this season. Maurice Stovall and Matt Shelton were right behind Shark with 7 catches a piece. Darius Walker missed the century mark for the first time
this season (only 80 yards rushing), but it's not surprising. Charlie said he would call whatever play was working against a defense, and on Saturday that meant passing the ball. Nothing was more priceless during that game than seeing Purdue's Defensive Coordinator, Mike Spack, after Walker waltzed unhindered into the endzone for a TD. (Rashon Powers-Neal is pictured below)
That being said, the USC game in two weeks should be HUGE. If we win, I think you will start to hear whispers of National Championship and Brady Quinn for Heisman. The defense is going to have to really step up against the Trojans, though. We will probably need a defensive or special teams touchdown to bring home the W. But one thing's for sure; we aren't going to see another 31-point blowout.
The gamewatch was pretty awesome, too. I met up with Kelly L. and her brother and went to Sine, an Irish pub in Pentagon City. We met up with Chrissy and her friend Becky once we got there. Turns out I knew Becky from our First Year Comp class. In fact, I went to the McGlinn formal with her freshman year. Looking back, I have no idea what the hell I was thinking not asking this girl out. She once told me a I was hot on AIM and I freaked. I was still in awkward high school mode and was shocked at being called "hot." In thanks of her compliment, I stopped talking to her on AIM. Thank Jebus I've moved on to Awkward College Mode and, currently, Awkward Yuppy Mode. It's probably a good thing time machines don't exist because there are several instances in my life where I would like to punch my former self in the face. That would probably disrupt the space-time continuum and destroy the universe. Awesome.
And by awesome, I mean totally sweet.
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