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It’s not that I really want cable, it’s just in “the dream” I’ve got cable and I never watch it.
Schools done, I might be working like a sucker soon, but for the last 9 days I’ve been left entirely to my own devices. Here’s the rundown.
- Statisticians are better at beer pong than basketball.
- If you give a friend $5 to get himself a drink at a bar with $2 you-call-it’s and tell him you DO NOT want a shot, you’re probably going to get a shot.
- Flip cup should be played by teams of four, give or take. If you have significantly more people multiple teams should be formed that rotate in.
- 39 year old’s birthday parties are pretty much the same as 29 year old’s, which is very different than 19 year old’s and even more different than 9 year old’s. I find that comforting.
- The new Star Trek is good, but not as good as everyone says it is.
- The new Terminator is bad but not as bad as everyone says it is.
- Valkerye was pretty good. Tom Cruise played a cocky Nazi, which was a nice change of pace from his normal cocky American character. Actually it was the cocky American character with an eye patch.
- The Wrestler was good, but I got tired of the camera following characters from behind as they went about their business. Sure, Marissa Tomei and Mickey Rourke have nice backs, especially for their advanced ages, but I got tired of looking at them. Worst Darren Aronofsky movie I’ve seen, but he makes good movies so that isn’t so bad.
Family. I made my annual pilgrimage north of LA with my sister to visit Grandma, as well as various cousins, Aunts, Uncles and second cousins.
- Anyone know how to convince one’s grandma it’s time for a wheelchair? Maybe send her video’s on how great a rascal is? She’s too proud to admit it, but I’m pretty sure her life would be greatly improved if she could travel at a speed greater than 5 ft and hour. And she’d annoy a lot fewer motorists.
- Family is cool and all, but I’m not sure mine is worth spending 12 hours in a car over a 3 day period to hang out with. Sorry gang, but I can’t stand that LA traffic. Maybe if there was some bribes I’d feel differently.
I’m hoping to get some beach time in soon but we’ve got June gloom greying up the skies. I’m looking for other ‘staycation’ activities to stay busy, but realistically I’ll probably just watch some movies and drink cheap beer.
I’ve been getting a lot of complaints about the lack of volume on the blog. I guess my one reader is the whiny type. Just kidding reader, we need each other. So to try and quench the insatiable thirst for knowledge about my life, I’m tapping away at the keyboard.
So I finished my spring break Sunday. Unlike my undergrad days, I didn’t spend anytime getting horribly drunk (maybe a little tipsy once or twice). In a manner befitting my first spring break as a 30-something, I re-organized my to do list and applied for Summer jobs. Despite the title of the blog, I actually don’t mind working so much, and I’m not just saying that on the off chance a potential employer makes the connection between this blog and my resume, but looking for work is near the top of my list of least favorite activities. It’s in between frisbee golf and calling the DMV.
I’m thinking the lack of blogging might’ve been a lack of good material, I try and leave the duller parts of my life out of the blog-o-sphere. I guess there was a Vegas trip that got no post, but then what happens in Vegas, etc. The lesson here is I need to get out from behind the stat books and do something worth writing about so I don’t have to tell you people about re-organizing my to do list. I keep it on todoist.com. Good website, check it out.
I looked at my phone on the way to class this afternoon and noticed it was March 9. The 9th of March is significant because it comes one week before the 16th of March, which everyone has marked on their calendar cause it’s my birthday. This year I will be turning 30. Which means I have one week left to live life as a 20 something.
I feel like I should live recklessly, drink lots, skip class, drive fast. Unfortunately I’ll probably just study a lot. I must be getting old. I’m open to suggestions for what one should do and how one should live in their final week under 30.
I went to the beach today, it was really nice. The local news interviewed two of my amigos there, they were doing a hard hitting news piece on the nice weather in San Diego.
As a side note, the current theme will be changed soon, as two of my one readers mentioned they actually do use the widgets. I’ll bring them back to a more conveniant spot sometime soon.
I was just looking at all the Bob Marley songs I have in iTunes. The dude recorded a lot of music. He also had a lot of kids. I would think most of these kids, at some point in their lives would be compelled to listen to all of dad’s music, and probably more than once a track. That seems like a daunting task, but I would think they wouldn’t want some kid at school to start talking about how great ‘Easy Skanking’ is and not know what they wree talking about.
And I’m glad. It feels like Thanksgiving. Happy Turkey Day. The interesting part of the video starts around 1:15.
A while ago I mentioned Little Ceasar’s, and how it is underepresented on Working’s For Suckers. The thing is, I love Little Ceasar’s like fat kids love, well, pizza. It’s not because there pizza is that good, it’s because it has consistently been good to me over the years. I remember Ceasar’s busting onto the scene with all the Pizza! Pizza! stuff when they pretty much made you buy two pizza’s, which was strange.
My senior year in high school some school organization sold these discount cards, they were like coupons at a bunch of places but you got to keep them. One of the deals was free breadsticks at Ceasar’s with any pizza purchase. So one semester, me MC-Dude and Stefan would sneak out of PE a little early so we would have time for the trip (about 20 minutes round trip on a 30 minute lunch). I’m sure the deal was intended for people buying whole pizza’s, but if thats what they meant, they should have said so. We’d buy the slice slice, two slices and a soda for $3+tax and get our free breadsticks. We did this every fucking day, which actually got old, after talking my classmates into going to Dairy Queen once I never heard the end of it.
A couple years later I lived a block away from Little Ceasar’s in college. My roommate D$ and I road the same bus home from school every day, and would hit up the slice slice three or four days a week, prompting one employee to comment that we must really like pepperoni pizza. I don’t want to speak for D, but I can’t argue with the statement.
After college Little Ceasar’s became the go-to hangover cure. I would often wait with whoever I was enjoying the hangover with in anguish until 11:00 when Little Ceasar’s opened, they dimly lit dining area in what I believe was the only Little Ceasar’s with a dining area was a perfect place to sip Dr Pepper and listen to soft rock and discuss the previous nights antics. Eventually the dining area was removed, supposedly because it didn’t fit with the corporate standards. Booo!
Little Ceasar’s outside Whatcom county don’t seem to push the slice! slice! deal, but the $5 large has allowed SoCal Ceasar’s to keep my business (but not as much of it). I think I’ll go grab a Hot-N-Ready for lunch tomorrow.
We previously recieved a request here at WFS for a statistical analysis of my happiness related to how far I live from Little Ceasars. So I ran a regression analysis, and I don’t like the results. But since I pretty much made up the numbers (not very scientific) I don’t think there’s much to them. For those of you who don’t read regression analysis very often, the parameter estimate could be looked at as how much affect the variable has on my happiness, the Pr > |t| is more or less the probability that there is no correlation. They’re all high enough to throw out these results, which is good because this says that I’m happier the farther I live from Little Ceasars. The regression also shows a negative relationship between health and happiness, which makes me wonder if spending times in gyms makes me sad. It looks like my t-shirt collection and my living situation have the biggest influence on my happiness. Guess I’ll buy some shirts after I eat my pizza tomorrow.
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“Alas for those who turn their eyes from zebras and dream of dragons! If we cannot learn to take joy in the merely real, our lives shall be empty indeed.” — Eliezer S. Yudkowsky.
I finally moved into my new home this weekend, and the timing was less than perfect. The extra beautiful weekend we had here in San Diego taunted me as I drove my U-Haul away from the beach to the eastern edge of America’s Finest City©. But things aren’t all bad, I spent some quality time with one of the new roommates on the Wii and he seems cool. In all fairness, I have to say I think I’ll get along with the roommates because this is on the world wide web, they could read it, and things would be pretty uncomfortable if I wrote that. But that’s not why I’m saying I think I’ll get along with the roomies, it’s because it’s the truth.
And besides the massive distance to the beach the location is conveniant, I can be at a grocery store, blockbuster or Little Ceasar’s in five minutes. I don’t think I’ve blogged about how fond I am of Little Ceasar’s, but that really deserves it’s own post. There are plenty of other restaurants nearby, many fast food, some not which will be nice. I can get to school on foot as well, which will be really nice. The hood is typical SoCal strip mall, which makes me sad, being the kind of person who likes to talk about nice neighborhoods with “character”. Whatever that means.
So that was my weekend. Keep your eyes out for the WFS Hearts Little Ceasar’s post.