Surprising Suffolk

Rod has inspired me to blog about home, which I had already been plotting, but boredom and his notes have pushed me over the edge. As I write this, I'm watching my dog outside the window sniff around the yard. I've realized that most of my mother's updates about home life center around this dog's life and times, which in return revolve around sleeping and smelling her own poo. The dog had part of its tail amputated due to an unfortunate accident at the vet's office. So "Nubs" now looks even more ridiculous than ever. She is also now on a diet of green beans. I have yet to understand how the dog is on a diet of green beans, but I fed her her dog food moments ago and it looked the same to me, more than likely I have done something wrong and will be told so upon mother's return from work. Enough about dear Molly, who has tried to remain in the blog by pressing her nose against the glass and chasing my cat. Alas, we must move on.

My day was an early doctor's appointment followed by excessive tooling around town. Good news of the day...more surgery awaits me upon my Christmas return home, so I might be the only person dreading the end of this term, on the upside it will be a sweet excuse to sit around and have a sideline view of the holiday madness. I spent a few hours over at my grandparents house which was as entertaining as always. My grandfather told me that if a bullfrog had wings, he'd use a pistol. I think this says a lot, although I'm not sure what about. In my grandparents neighborhood all the citizens were otu watching the road be repaved, so I stopped and chatted with NSA basketball legend Adrian Holland who was enjoying the smell of tar and the sound of bulldozers. Every 15 minutes as they fire up a paving machine, my grandparents entire house will rattle as if they live under a subway. The other evening, I went out with my parents to enjoy dinner at one of Suffolk's new fine dining establishments (weird, I know). There were approximately 50 people dining there and I personally knew about 30 of them. Not kidding. Every last one of them had to be visited and took it upon themselves to visit our table. Included were an obnoxious App. State fan who was put firmly back in his place by me. He was also on the receiving end of a chorus of "FU FU FU" from my father and I, despite mother's protests and attempts at civility. All of this excitement has taken place in the 48 hours I have been here. There has been more, but these are just a few highlights.

Dude, what is up with me rocking out sappy country music these days. Something verrrry strange is going on here.

Back in the Ring to take Another Swing...

I've decided to stop copping out with photo-based blogs and get back to doing what I do best. Last night was the Pat Green concert down at the handlebar with the lovely ladies of C-208. It was a boot kickin' good 'ol time with some acceptable country music. Pat came out completely sloshed, forgot some words, sobered up, ranted incoherently about how dumb drinks were and then proceeded to rock out some. Highlights included his playing of John Wayne and Jesus just for me, PG telling Alan Jackson and Garth Brooks to kiss his ass and the encore performance of "With a Little Help From My Friends". All in all, I was pleased I was able to obtain a ticket at the last second to this soldout show (which I had previously thought was impossible at the Handlebar). Shows to look forward to from here! DrivebyTruckers at the Handlecar Dec. 15th immediately followed by the 8 hour drive to see back to back (or at least one of those nights) Carbon Leaf at Alley Katz in Richmond to kick off the holiday break. Only my second Leaf show of the Fall, I'm really starting to lose it.

Other things to look forward to....obviously going home for the week of Thanksgiving. Most importantly getting to see my brother who has been between Ft. Stewart and Ft. Polk these past few monthes in preparation for his "vacation at the beach", although I try to tell him just because there's a lot of sand, doesn't make Baghdad a beach, but I shouldn't try to crush his optimism. We'll have several hilarious adventures in the week to come. Operation Jocephus has already been through many indepth planning stages and promises to be a roaring success. Sid, Kev, and Sam will be back in the big city to accompany me on many Chubbie's trips, late night gaming and general laziness, not to mention the fishing, driving and shooting. The break will have loads of work weighing on my mind for my return and sadly I may have to do some of it while at home trying to relax. The bright side is only two weeks of class and exams follows the break before the ultimate rockout and a solid three weeks at home with no worries.

The time for Educaiton class draws nigh and there were so many more good things to say! I'm really digging B208 these days, we're some pretty rocked out dudes. I thought perhaps agitation with one another might have set in by now, but happily it has not for me at least. Hopefully these feelings of resentment will only foster themselves in the dark depths of Winter term, which has claimed many a soul with its evil in years past. Kidding aside, these guys rock, despite what I try to tell Jimmy about hating him.

Alright good people, back to the psychology of learning...I hope to post this very interesting article later, and you too can find out what kind of multiple intelligences you are strong in! I think I'm a strongest interpersonal intelligence learner type. Disagreements?

This picture merely serves to prove what we all previously knew to be true. I am the most attractive person in the world to both male and female and it is possible for 5 people to simultaneously get a piece of me.

The Pensive Jimmy and the Guapo. (Lost in thoughts of Homecoming, or how to get out of riding the ferris wheel.)

Homecoming

Everyone knows that the new Homecoming crackdown was a load of bull, so that is all the mentioning that it warrants in this blog.

Better notes, we still managed to have some fun times this weekend. Myles graced us with his presence, but alas it was too brief. Josh also stopped by and we were happy to see Blair on this weekend of Homecoming reuinions. My old man,a '72 grad, made his way back to the alma mater for the festivities. Among the festivities was the celebration of the #3 ranked Paladins beating #2 Georgia Southern by a count of 29-22. This was especially sweet because of the obnoxious nature of the Southern fans prior to the game. Their terribly original humor regarding our school colors was riotous (note sarcasm). However, we proudly did not sink to their level and showed our worth on the field with a stunning come from behind victory. How sweet it is.

How sweet it is indeed.

Election Day

Note: The opinions expressed below do not reflect the views of this Blog or its author. In fact, my views are quite the opposite of those voiced by Mr. Mears. I, however, choose to have a sense of humor about the whole stupid, crazy thing.

Kmcaprice14: its time for a little myth/fact session
myth: there is an election today
fact: there is no election today
myth: Bush was a crappy president
fact: Bush was a good president
myth: John Kerry once punched a kitten
fact: John Kerry once doused a bag full of kittens in kerosene and lit it on fire to fufill one of his many sick fettishes
myth: Bush is stupid
fact: Bush is certifiably retarded
myth: There is no poverty in this country
fact: There is no poverty in this country
myth: Iraq was the wrong war at the wrong time in the wrong place
fact: John Kerry is the wrong candidate, at the wrong time, in the wrong country
myth: Bush has helped our country be secure
fact: Bush has removed americas pants, bent the nation over, and invited the gloabl equivalent of a 6'11" 400 pound black man to come ravage us repeatedly
that has been my summary of election 2004
"Whoever wins....We lose!"