Friday, October 30, 2009

From Twitter 10-29-2009



  • 06:43:54: OSU is nearly a 44 point favorite on Saturday. Ummm... how often do they score more than 40 points?


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Thursday, October 29, 2009

From Twitter 10-28-2009



  • 20:21:05: Quote of the Day: "... and then he came in and started shitting on the Cheerios." I mean, not literally, of course. FIGURATIVELY.


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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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Sunday, October 25, 2009

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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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Monday, October 19, 2009

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

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Thursday, October 15, 2009

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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Monday, October 12, 2009

From Twitter 10-11-2009



  • 07:59:47: The essence of software engineering: Dilbert Daily Strip: 2009-10-11: http://bit.ly/9n5ge
  • 13:39:15: It's illegal under anti-trust laws for the NFL to broadcast a game within 75 miles of a college or high school game on Friday or Saturday.
  • 15:09:59: Did Robiskie just get his first tackle before he got his first catch?


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Sunday, October 11, 2009

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Saturday, October 10, 2009

From Twitter 10-09-2009





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Friday, October 9, 2009

Analyze This!

On rare occasions, my alarm clock goes off right in the middle of a dream, and I can remember large amounts of details. Seriously, LARGE amounts of details. So, take warning, fair reader, and delve into the far reaches of my subconscious.

I was in a mansion full of people I didn't know. It was a party-like atmosphere most of the time. However, when anyone in the place said the words, "I'm sorry," bombs would fall out of the sky towards the mansion. The bombs would magically dissolve right before they hit the building, though. We worked out that aliens were dropping bombs (from SR-71's, which I assume are the bombers of choice for extraterrestrials, considering they're reconnaissance aircraft) on us for some reason. And other aliens were protecting us with an invisible shield. The "good" aliens looked like stereotypical Secret Service agents, with suits and earpieces and such. At least we assumed they were aliens.

At one point, LeBron James (he only showed up in this part of the dream... heck, maybe it was his mansion) went outside to use some luxurious outdoor restroom. You know, because he really had to pee. This is when we figured out that going outside caused the invisible shield to turn off, and the bombs would explode on the mansion. So the shield would work as long as we stayed inside.

At some point in the dream I was playing football. I'm not sure if this was actually part of the same dream, or maybe even a dream-within-a-dream. Maybe it was a subtle advertisement. Maybe my dreams need sponsors. All I know is that Andre Amos (defensive back at Ohio State) was playing with me. Or maybe I was him, I don't know. There was a football field, and there was Andre Amos. Anyway, back to the "main" dream.

Ff course, trapped inside the mansion (regardless of a football field), we sort of started a dance club party in the basement, carefully avoiding using the words "I'm Sorry," because we didn't want to worry about the shield failing. Or something. One of these alien Secret Service agents tried to poison us at some point, with some things that looked like bullets. He must have been a bad alien in disguise. The only way we could stop the poison was to roll around in silver dollars (Digression: I think South Park has proven that this also cures AIDs).

After we cured the poison, a few of us snuck out to Quiznos to get some food. We tried to hurry back so the shield wouldn't be off that long, because the aliens would even try to bomb us at Quiznos if we said, "I'm Sorry." That's when my alarm clock went off. And it informed me that Barack Obama had just won the Nobel Peace Prize... which was nearly as unexpected as the aliens bombing me.


Of course, when I woke up, I REALLY had to pee.

So, uh, anyone want to explain this dream? I wasn't really watching TV before bed, and I wasn't fighting with my wife (so I don't know where "I'm sorry" came from). Raj thinks that it was a combination of Beauty and the Geek, You Can't Do That on Television, and The X-Files. So maybe my brain is turning into bad cable television?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

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Monday, October 5, 2009

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Sunday, October 4, 2009

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Saturday, October 3, 2009

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Friday, October 2, 2009

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

From Twitter 09-30-2009





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