Description: Black Michigan District Key Club Convention shirt. Slogan "Hooty hoo and a bag of bling bling"
Origin: Abby gave it to me. She got it at the convention, as she was the Indiana Key Club governor and made appearances everywhere at the time. She said it was too big for her.
Decision: I have very few black T-shirts, mainly because my mom was ideologically opposed to them. ("They're too hot to wear in the summer!") Plus, it has the slogan "Hooty Hoo and a bag of bling bling" written on it. However, if I keep one Key Club convention shirt, it'll probably be "New Jersey will blow you away," so I think this is a giveaway.
Upon checking my email, I noticed I had a larger than usual abundance of SPAM. However, this SPAM seems to be tailored to my personality. The SPAMmers of the world must realize that I know there are no hot horny single women in Webster, IN, a town I'm relatively sure is just an intersection of two country roads where all spammers seem to think I live. They know that I know that I am not going to receive a free XBox 360. They realize that I don't have a mortgage to refinance. They must know that I'm not going to invest any money in their plot to smuggle oil out of Nigeria. Instead, based on the awesome subject lines of the SPAM I'm getting, they've realized that bizarre, inexplicable surrealism is the best subject writing technique for getting my attention. Here's a sample:
1. For example, a leaf with the function set to "Leave Voice Message" and the mail.
2. In gratitude, I want to make you a present of a knife.
3. Each struct sparse contains two 12-character strings which represent an offset.
4. The same concept can probably work with a lighter-weight synchronization object such as a critical section or a mutex.
5. A reddish-haired, green-eyed, modestly-dressed man.
Now, I've heard that opening spam just causes you to get more spam. I don't want that. However, I simply have to know what the hell these emails are about. But, what if the text of the spam is equally incomprehensible? Would I have to follow the link? Should I reward spammers by giving them traffic? But these are no ordinary spammers. Perhaps the author of the mystery of the lighter-weight synchronization object deserves my attention.
These are the types of conundrums that keep me up at night.
Shirts-related program activities: I wore another blood donation shirt (All-American Blood Donor! Because we don't want that dirty furrner blood. Discard), a Space Ghost Coast to Coast "All Hail Brak!" Shirt (purchased while in Atlanta for a Key Club Convention, regrettably too small for me... so a probably discard, despite the fact that it's one of my favorites, sigh.), and another blue shirt from the Gap almost identical to the blue shirt last featured (left in a locker at Carmel High School after the 1999 school year, and subsequently purloined by me, probably should discard, but it's so freaking comfortable that it pains me to part with it).
Computer-related Program Activities: Computer is patched up. Things are working well. It turns out the video card was in cahoots with Neverwinter Nights to destroy my computer. Dad was able to fix it. I brought Jeff along, and he witnessed the nerdly power of the Lab, and was instantly sucked in. It was love at first sight. I think he's moving in with Dad sometime next week, after Dad gets back from his GenCon nerd convention. Jeff exchanged war stories from his Million Man LAN nerd convention. I rolled my eyes derisively. Jeff noticed.
Mark Trail-related Program Activities: Mark Trail just finished up a storyline. It was pretty much awesome the whole time, and had my computer been up, I might have taken the time to find my favorite panels and add them. But it wasn't, and even if it was, I probably wouldn't. This is just so you know that if you've ever read my opining on Mark Trail and wondered what all the fuss was about, there's no better time to start reading it.
YouTube-related Program Activities: So far, I think Jeff is the only person who appreciated Klaus the Forklift Driver. Since I'm behind, I'll just post this video of Dick Cheney that you've probably already seen in those annoying MoveOn.org emails that I keep getting to remind myself what I'm mad about these days and what I can do about it (I've heard online petitions work wonders!). I've watched it three times now, and I'm still stupefied.
Dammit, Cheney, didn't you ever learn that your first answer is usually the right one?
Origin: One day a resident at the hospital decided he didn't want to take a shower after he got in, and the end result was me getting soaked head to toe. I went to the store at the first opportunity and got a very cheap shirt. It was blue.
Decision: It's new, so it's still really comfy. Plus, some days I really don't want to make a statement about my life story. And, it's blue.
Possible delay in shirt blogging, as I have to take my computer to the Lab for some repairs.
Description: White, with three blue squares with cool looking symbols whose significance has been lost on me for the past 15 years or so.
Origin: Nothing special. I think I got it for Christmas one year. Or a birthday. I can't really remember for sure. Really, Christmas and my birthday run together into one big holiday, called Birthmas. Anyways, I got it a long time ago. This is possibly the oldest shirt I own.
Decision: I think it's time to retire this one. I still think the blue squares look pretty cool, but it's feeling a little small, especially around the armpits. It's very billowy these days too, when there's a breeze it poofs way out from my body. It'll be painful to part with such a staple of my life over the past two decades, but I think I'll manage somehow.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Internets, Mr. JJ Flash:
Three things to notice about this picture:
1. JJ is unimpressed with you. You and your lame-o, boring symmetrical face. I think this might be the friendliest he's ever looked though. Disdain and condescension are really his only two expressions.
2. Check that look of steely determination on what's visible of my face. I think that might be the hardest I've concentrated in a long time. I was going to get the perfect picture of this cat, dammit, if it took all night!
3. And while we're there, is that not the suavest mustache anyone has ever seen? No wonder the ladies are now lining up to go out with yours truly. Possible updates to this situation as the week goes on.