Love "Lost" (Or, Eww, There's Blog All Over My Friends!)
Oh man, the season premiere of Lost was last night, and it did not disappoint in the least! Anyone out there who is a fan definitely knows what I'm talking about, and anyone out there who isn't a fan should probably quit their job, rent the first three seasons on DVD, and catch up on last night's episode before this bullet train I like to call Season 4 gets away from them (I might be using a lot of locomotive metaphors in this post because I currently have "Runaway Train" by Soul Asylum stuck in my head). Also, my friends and loved ones should be advised that should they suffer a serious physical injury or emotional trauma during the hours of 9:00pm and 10:00pm Eastern Standard Time on any Thursday in the next few months, I will be unavailable to offer a ride to hospital or a shoulder to cry on (not that anyone who knows me would be dumb enough to seek me out in a time of crisis).
On to the big news I mentioned in the last post: I am very pleased to announce that we'll be adding three new writers to the Class of 2007 Blog! Rest assured that I have hand-selected the cream of the best (huh?), so be sure to check back in next week when they have their debut posts (barring any complications associated with the Writers' Guild strike)....
....So the other day I was talking with my friend Brent "To Own" Thomas, who is the governor of Abbey House and a fellow bass player, about how Abbey now has events every Friday night, which is a cool idea because, as all the Conn alumni out there know, Friday is usually the most boring night of the week on campus. Of course, we discussed the possibility of Welcome to Florida playing a show there in the near future, which we agreed would be fun, but he also asked me if I'd be interested in doing some stand-up comedy! Now, hopefully by this point you've been able to infer that I use approximately 97% of my mental capacity thinking up ways to make people laugh (the other 3% is devoted to memorizing Full House trivia), so by no means am I averse to the idea of entertaining. However, I somehow doubt that a couple dozen 21-year-olds who don't have to be awake before 3pm the next day will want to sit quietly and attentively in an underlit dorm living room and listen to a staff member crack jokes about the trials and tribulations of using a photocopier (but seriously folks, what's the deal with Internal Error 306? Why can't it detect the size of the original? This machine has more technology in it than a jet fighter, and you're telling me it can't figure out how big a piece of 8.5x11 paper is? For crying out loud, it has the size of the paper right there in the name!). Well, maybe I'll give it a shot and see if anyone shows up.
Speaking of people getting together, famed roommate Mitch "His &" Herz is several dinners deep into a new dating streak, which has not only inspired us to start drawing up plans for our own online dating service (tentatively titled MitchMatch.com) but which also has the potential to activate an underreported phenomenon whose existence I have observed both from afar and up close multiple times. This mysterious and powerful force of nature mandates that roommates must have the same romantic situation as often as possible; in other words, if either Mitch or I start dating somebody, the other will be inexplicably drawn into a relationship like ten cars full of coal being pulled into the station by a steam engine (I warned you). Plus with Groundhog Day tomorrow and Valentine's Day right around the corner, love is definitely in the air! I'll be sure to keep all of you posted on any new developments.
SuperBowl Sunday is only a few days away, meaning that it's time for me to temporarily switch the status of my gambling addiction from "recovering" to "relapsing." I've actually never lost money on a SuperBowl, so if anyone wants to get in on some sweet action just give me a shout (that statement came out a little dirtier than I had anticipated). I don't have any hard and fast plans yet, but since I had to work both days last weekend I might just lay low on the couch (I mean that literally). Bloggers, what are you guys doing for the game?
Later today I'm going to give blood up in Cro, which should be good because it's always hard to motivate myself to work out on Friday afternoons and this is a great excuse to get out of it (hey, that squishy ball they make you squeeze to get the blood pumping is kind of like exercise). My blood type is A negative, which I think is either the most or least common type, so when I donate they hook me up to a special machine that takes out twice as much blood as usual then pumps back in just the plasma. Apparently this lets them get double the platelets or something, but the weird thing is that you have to wait twice as long between donations when you give this way, so it doesn't seem like they actually end up gaining any additional blood (huh, I don't think I've ever used the phrase "gaining any additional blood" before). I guess I'll just worry about lying on my back and eating free cookies and they can worry about how and how often to separate the different components of human blood.
Tomorrow night, I'll be combining one of my least favorite activities with one of my favorites when I head to Cro's Nest to listen to my friends' band The Jump-Off (that's the "favorite" part). The catch is that it's Winter Formal tomorrow night, and few things make me feel as old and uneasy as being around a bunch of drunken current Conn students on campus. However, since most of the "collegiate" behavior will probably be going on in the '62 Room, I'll hopefully be able to assuage my discomfort somewhat by sticking close to the funk. If things get really awkward, I could always just grab a guitar and pretend to be in the band.
Yet another successful post on the books! Don't forget to check back soon to meet our three new bloggers!