99.5% of you...

will be entirely confused.

But, it was to my delight to discover this on a CSCC Computer Lab Mac:

No, it's defitely an insult

"So, I'm gonna tell you something. It's gonna sound like an insult, but really it's a compliment."
"...okay."
"I thought your Facebook picture was pretty badass until I realized it was yours."
"What the hell?"
"I meant, look at it this way: I thought it was badass."
"Yeah, but that last part definitely makes it an insult. Period."
"Okay, you're right."
"You called me to say that, then?"
"Among other things."

I have such lovely friends.

TOPS WIN

So as those of you following this year's tourney may know, Western Kentucky just beat Drake. In overtime. On a three point shot. At the buzzer.

Oh hell yes.

Work now, celebration in the car.

Go Tops.

UPDATE:

The video is already online. Imagine me, slightly hyperventilating, crouched in front of my TV, sister bitching at the ruckus I'm making...and this:



Hell yes.

Why is this thing even called "The Ritalin Set"?

Well, I got my refills today. Also, the following conversation I had with Hanna last night on the phone:

Me: [starts singing "Greeback Dollar", which had been in Thank You For Smoking]
Hanna: [after five or so seconds] I can't believe you hadn't watched that movie yet.
Me: What movie, Hot Fuzz?
Hanna: ...noooo, Thank You For Smoking...you were singing that song five seconds ago.
Me: I was thinking about how I have to gas up tomorrow.
Hanna: Whah?
Me: Well, I sang the song, and thought, "I wanna listen to it in the car. Then I realized I have that on a CD, so I'll play it on my way to class tomorrow. Then I realized that I have to do some running, so I'll have to gas up."
Hanna: In five seconds?
Me: Yep.

See?

Excerpts From Supposed Notes - Feb. 6

I was definitely riffing some monologues on the drive over this morning. I even came up with something fit for my movie that will never happen. Brilliant, though it ironically bashes the very idea of the movie I have in mind. Go fig - my Oscargrab bashes the movies.

I also came to the conclusion that I write and articulate better when I'm cranky, at least when I'm alone. This morning, I was as bitter as the lukewarm espresso I chucked a few minutes ago.

And...I started writing about the two concerts I hope to go to next week (Vampire Weekend and The Bravery) and, well...this came out:

If all goes well, I get to see two concerts in as many days with bands I actually like. First up is the theoretical Vampire Weekend concert that hinges on me not working Valentine's Day. Vampire Weekend has the vibe of a Club Med in Nairobi; a definite feel of Africa but with the comfortable, familiar trappings of its American origins - never overwhelming, so it feels exotic yet safe. Show's at the Wexner Center, which from all indications is a pretty neat-o venue in terms of acoustics. In exchange, however, it's basically equivalent of seeing a show at your high school auditorium.

The Bravery, on the other hand, rock out (rocks? I don't know if it's a singular or plural) with the subtlety of a latte with a shot of creme tossed in your lap [Note: I think the sudden upswing in coffee-type reference comes from my newfound espresso habit. Be afraid.]. It has some sort of substance to it, but it's lost amid the mess. Still, this is gonna be a pretty cool show, I've heard good things about them live. This one's at the Newport, that stalwart of Columbus rock - who outside Central Ohio knew there was one? I know full well I'll step out into a dank February night covered in a layer of stank and beer. Long live rock and roll.

That us what Pitchfork has done to me.

Badgerphone. Probably not Raffi-approved. Whatever.

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Upon Further Review

In hindsight, the last post was a waste of your time. That is, if you even read it.

And this is sleepy Ray, a very poor evaluator of quality. Usually, this is the state that causes me to review my own work later. Sad, really.