If you missed it, Huw put his life on the line for science over the weekend. He said it reminded him of a fraternity* stunt and I am half inclined to send him one of my old ΦΔΘ sweatshirts as reward.
I am now trying to think of other challenges to set for Huw that would not get him killed. With Guy Fawkes Night coming on Saturday, I have been trying to think of something that would involve fire/explosives. But, as I said. I don't want Huw to be killed or arrested. Any ideas?
I would like to thank the Minnesota Vikings for sucking as much as they do. On Sunday I decided to forego watching the game and spent several hours lounging around with my wife, instead. When I happened to flip on the TV at the start of the fourth quarter, the Vikings were down 7-31 and Brad "I should be a second-stringer in NFL Europe" Johnson was in at quarterback.
Check out the bloke in this story. Who wouldn't want to kidnap him?
Dumb, dumb dead guy.
Lately I've been thinking about getting a haircut. I miss my really short hair, but the child bride says she likes being able to run her fingers through my hair. So, I have been trying to think of some sort of unique middle ground. At first I wanted to go with a 1900s-1920s look, but everyone of that time period simply slicked their hair back and we already know that look does not work for me. So, now I am thinking of going for a sort of Victorian look. I am not sure, though, how well this will go over with my wife.
*You'll note my uppity refusal to call it a "frat" (Come on, fraternity guys out there -- you know the line about why we don't call it a "frat," don't you? First guy to answer in comments wins... the satisfaction of answering first). I was that guy who sort of bought into the fraternity concept -- peer encouragement to better oneself. Arguably, the concept (used effectively in church and study and volunteer groups and the like) is woefully misapplied in fraternity life.
True fact: I was my fraternity's chaplain.
I would like to think that one day my writing will finally catch and I'll become famous enough that they'll put my name in that book they give to phikeias (pledges), alongside such greats as Dabney Coleman and Adlai Stevenson.