In my music performance class, Eve was assigned the song "The Spark of Creation," from some Schwartz musical. That lead quickly to us singing, of course, "The Spork of Creation." You would have done the same, I'm sure. This in turn led to a discussion on what actually is The Spork of Creation- the all around, useful tool. Laura suggested Carbon- which pretty much stopped the conversation, because she's obviously right. Anybody have any other suggestions? :)

I wrote a computer program for a class. So if you ever find yourself in that awkward situation where you are unable to calculate the difference between any two given times of the day, you let me know and I'll zip you out a copy of a nifty program that'll help you out.

In humor news, Aaron claims that he heard Zac say the following in the middle of the night: "Brenda! Take a note- find out if Jamaica still has a bobsled team; and if so, find out if they still suck." Of course, Zac doesn't know anybody named Brenda, and has no recollection of any part of this event. I want to have Zac's dreams. They sound like fun.

Aye, davinita! I purchased what will be my fourth copy of Vitalogy today. What's the problem? Nothing, man, I just can't seem to hold onto this CD! I went to Tower Records to buy it used, and they were having a sale. It just so happened that it was being sold for nine dollars brand new, so hey, you know. A better man would have done the same.

Monday evening, on a whim, I dyed my hair green. Well, technically, the box said "Enchanted Forest." It's... interesting... I wore a purple shirt today and looked like the Joker. Good reactions all around- especially from the ladies. Yeah... the ladies dig it. I dig it too... it doesn't look half as strange as it should.

Zac reminded me that I forgot to mention something about our "seven-game series." While it is true that I bested him in four out of seven of those final games before the TV bit the dust, he'd like me to point out that he SWEPT countless "seven-game series" before we started counting that particular one. In fact, that was the final day of our game rental from Blockbuster, and those four wins represented win #s 2-5 for me. There. It's mentioned.

In other news, Jason has Martian Death Flu or something akin to that. Hope he doesn't die, or lose a lung, or anything. I especially hope he doesn't give the illness to me- that's the most important one.

And come on! What's with booing Kobe at the All-Star Game. He's the best- deal with it. Though T-Mac had the meanest dunk I have ever seen... nothing like throwing it sidearm off the glass, running around and through four guys, grabbing the ball, pumping it, and slamming it home in traffic. Damn.

I promised myself posts would be more frequent this semester. I broke a promise to myself, and have since gouged my eyes out in penance. Both of those sentences were true, except the second one.

So the Patriots won the Superbowl and the Apocalypse is upon us. These are not separate phenomena. Man, I hate the Patriots.
Football season is over, but basketball exists to console me. At least until the beginning of June... then begins the time of year when baseball is only pre-empted by more baseball, and all sports fans everywhere become amazingly interested in the New Zealand Rugby League, or trout-fishing, or full-contact checkers because the only thing less exciting than watching a four hour baseball game is watching ice hockey.

Sadly, the TV died. It took its last beating, and just died. Happily, it waited until just after Zac and I finished our seven-game series we busted out on NBA2K2. We said we were going to play it just like it was the NBA Finals, so my Sacramento Kings took on his New York Knicks. Needless to say, it went seven games. And just as I turned off the PS2 after game 7, the TV died for good (I know you're all wondering who won the series, but I won't say- because I don't want Zac to be upset that the fact that he got schooled is all over the internet). So we moved the little TV into the "common" room (if by common, you mean two people and possibly a chair or a third person) and used the dead TV as the table to rest it on. Turns out I have a lot of desk space.