Tribute to My Time Here Part 1

I've decided to start keeping a tally of things I'd like to remember from my 6 years here at my university as a student and employee. Though in a few months I move to Ohio state, this place has been my home for a long time. I've had a thoroughly amazing time here and never want to forget all the great moments. I also would love to share my ideas of good clean fun with others, and hear what they did for fun themselves.

There's no real order to this. Its more as I remember them. Disclaimer: I posted this from my phone. There are lots of typos im sure from autocorrect. Also. Tis is mostly first year stuff. I will continue adding as the blogs go this summer. Its a work in progress. Feel free to add other memories in the comments.

1st year: Traudball. Play baseball with a tennisball and racket in the fraud of our res hall. Just like baseball except the ball wasn't allowed to leave the fraud without hitting the ground first. Pegging allowed. Great, muddy times!

All 4 years: Resfest. For two years we played racket/handball and once I played dodgeball. But the highlight was racing through the inflatable obstacle courses with dr. Beeker Flips and heavy spy. He did that like 50 times! Also running through the sprinklers after the program first year with limon nachos.

Speaking of limon nachos, watching foamy the squirrel, salad fingers and bunch of other online videos in one building then the fire alarm going off, moving to the next building, and having it go off again in the new one. this was first year.

Randomly wandering into alejandro at ungodly hours after smash bros with spam boa and clark gable, finding him tripping out over strange movies or things he stumbled across, like Four Rooms.

'Jigsaws' the original. With sunshine knives' burrito man I think his name was jose castilla. Chili cheese curly fries with a side of curly fries and double cheeseburgers (but no single cheeseburgers) all open until 2am.

80s dance parties in the grassy creek area next to the business school dressed like 80s hippies. Includes sitting in a circle powwowing about life and meeting chris the bike guy (not an alias. That's what we called him).

Ultimate frisbee layout practice with spam boa, diving for frisbees in the mud then sneaking into the construction site at the bottom of the Great Steps barefoot and having a mud flinging fight with two stranger. Then walking back up the hill barefoot.

Wandering through the life science building, changing floors without taking any stairs, wandering in hopes of reaching best buy only to find ourselves trapped by the maternity ward and two signs that said dangerous materials authorized personnel only including over the path we just came from. Elevator of doctors.

3rd year: dressing like a penguin to pester tour groups getting tackled by heavy spy while dressed as such and almost getting run over by a gem cart to the screams of japanese tourists.

Hearing a coworker say disdainfully 'who stays up all night watching youtube videos' the day after myself tenshi spotty sister heavy spy dungeon daddy Micki granger and Mother Mapster did just that.

Brock forcing all of us to read a paragraph out loud from the sex columnist in the daily paper.

Brock waking up to study as I was going to bed after goofing around.

Finals over. Pants off. One of the first recorded jamesisms.

Trying to slide down the Great Hill next to the Great steps with Crisco. Having more luck when the sprinklers turned on. Ripping my jeans skidding down the great hill on my knees. So worth it.

Swimming in the fountain outside the Main library then playing crack the whip in the sprinklers.

Brock and I going on a photo shoot in the buildings of the science area with some upper classmen neighbors.

All campus capture the flag part1 as freshmen 'im going to try to get a jailbreak after I get out of this bui- AAHH! Dinosaur!'

Going to the chicken and waffle joint with my RA and the taking pictures in the middle of the road in between passing traffic.

Getting involved in house gov (which ultimately put me on track to m job today) because I was the only person still going to meetings without another gov position. That was also brocks last meeting despite his super involvement before that. He stopped caring when I started. Go fig.

Movie nights with clark where mama goldfish always fell asleep.

Family dinners. This deserves its own blog entry.

Staying up all night playing guitar hero with my fellow staff members and getting yelled at by my residents who lived below me.

Trip to Mother Masters favorite place on the map, exploring the aquarium, village and the city with my peeps.

Smash bros all night. Especially when we took a mini tv and gamecube and played outside the basketball pavilion in the freezing cold win while we waited to have a rally with the mayor that would air on the morning news. Our finest hour.

Egyptian ratscrew with 'the family in jigsaws and a random stranger joined us and won the game. And the same game at camp with my staff where it was the most intense night ever.

Nemesis's half birthday where she got drunk in my bed and I carried her back to her room and chris the bike guy said no just leave her. But then where would I sleep?

Dance marathon. There were 5 different experiences with this. All were awesome.

All hall halloween. With themes like Pokemon disney and harry potter, my house won the decorating contest 3 times. Picture a gyradod, magic carpet or horntailed dragon hanging by strings in a stairwell all made out of butcher paper. Epic win.


Ballroom dancing in the iconic building with mama g, alejandro, brock, spam, knives, and dlawyer Nemesis was saying help every time she danced with brock.
Quote from that exp. Nemesis dancing with brock: tell my mother I love her, well sorta.

Team Green 'Chow': our winning team for the midnight scacenger hunt and our endearing softball team.

Casino nights: being security in tuxedo thirsts and winning nothing til sr year when I got a portable dvd player and an home I never opened.

Dinosaurs class with most of my friends. My failing two of the three tests and getting a B in the class.

Taking classics 30 with everyone. Mama g grabbing the prof. Father as she fell down the stairs. Clark tutoring us for the final in a random study room. The final being. Mostly on the one book I didn't read. Stupid jason and the argonauts.

Assassins for clarks birthday that divided the family. This is why we can't play nice games.

Exposed Run. I only went once, dressed as a penguin. Good times. Knives and I also hid everyones clothes once, resulting in the most epic battle between nemesis and I ever. Poor mama g she just wanted in her room.

Searching for spam for 6 hrs and he was in his room asleep. Thanks for looking in your room clark!

Movies in my room when I was out including Jurassic park triplets of belville Hedwig and the angry itch. Horror movies and Kareem and jorsans room etc.

Heisman. I saw him Everywhere.

Themed Parties at the bonitas and across the street. Halloween. Soviet Russia. Toga. Halloween again. 60s James themed. Civil war. Prison break. Mascarade. 90s. Bavarian. Lady gaga at my apt.

Kevin the kangaroo with our friend from australia.

Trip to southern part of the state back in freshmen year when we still stayed in touch with a bunch of HS friends.

Dormal. Thrwice. Better with tenshi then with Crazy Diva, who coerced me into going after I wriggled out of it the previous year by going with her best friend.

That's all for now.

Reading: 100 bullets book 4

Listening to: lady gagas new album. Brock bought it for 99 cents.

Playing: portal 2 coop with spam boa who's in town!

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I know where I am, I've been lost here before!

I really don't have anything to say today. I feel kinda stumped. Like, theres a million things running through my mind, but at the same time not much. So I shall start talking and am pretty sure I'll come up with something interesting. That's what they tell you about writing. Write even if you don't know what to say.

I saw Pirates 4 at midnight in a fantastic theater. It was wonderful. I took Tenshi with me and got Clark and Dungeon Daddy to also join me. I also convinced Pokeboss and another staff member whom I now dub Red Button (she hasn't found the blog yet but eventually I'll let my staff read it) to attend. And by convinced I mean I walked into the office a week before and said "Anyone want to go see Pirates 4 with me? I'll drive" and they quickly volunteered.

I enjoyed the movie. They do manage to capture some rather brilliant pirate-esque moments. Like Blackbeards opening monologue, from the balcony of his ship with flames around him, was pretty epic. And Johnny Depp really has the character down. Story was fine and Geoffrey Rush did wonderful too.

I should put some cliffnotes on this. I usually like movies. If I don't think I'm going to like a movie, I'm probably not going to see it. Clark also I don't think cared for the movie. And he's a film guy. And while I trust his opinion on what movies are good, great, and classic, I don't always trust his dislike for movies. I mean, he didn't like the Jungle Book, one of my favorite Disney movies. Dungeon Daddy enjoyed it, and he's critical of my love for most movies too. So it can't be half bad right?

Anyway, this reminds me of the mountain of movies Tenshi gave me for our anniversary which was a few months ago but we finally got around to celebrating it. Among the movies included Up, Ratatouille, How to Train Your Dragon, Tangled, and a few other "child targeted movies". I gave her some awesome artwork I purchased from Chile (it was by her old roommate who is from Chile, but still) Who's the mature one in our relationship?

This makes me recall Pirates 4 night. I remembered that when I have fun, I can sometimes be a pest. And its awesome. Let me set the scene. Pokeboss and Red Button still for the most part see me as their boss. Yea, I have a good relationship with all my staff but I keep it professional, even when I joke around with all of them.

But when we were at a midnight screening of Pirates, after my FOURTH 10+hour workday in a row. I was completely hyped up on Coke, the drink not the drug, and my veins were filled with sugar and caffeine. We also had gotten ourselves free popcorn at this screening and I was hanging out with Tenshi and some of my best friends, so I was in relaxed mode not be professional mode. What does this mean?

(I know Naysayer P Smith reads my blog and so he's probably worried that I broke some kind of employee-employer rule. Relax.)

I start acting like a pest. This translated as throwing some of that free popcorn at Red Button when she wasn't looking (and hiding behind Dungeon Daddy when she glanced over). She didn't really react or act out so naturally I continued chucking kernels until she completely ignored me. No fun. Later I kept flipping Pokeboss's hood so it smacked her in the back of the head. She glanced at me but also tried to pretend nothing happened. I did that a few more times to no reaction. Again no fun.

Actually it thoroughly amused me. If I get a reaction its more fun but I take my kicks where I get them. Ask Mama G. Or Nemesis. It wouldn't be a good day if Mama G didn't shout "Dammit James" at some point. And I used to do things like take Nemesis' silverware or move her chair around with my feet until it devolved into another battle to the death. And if Spam Boa and I were together, you know whatever we did was going to be glorious. I also got some of my staff by bumping their elbow when they are trying to take a picture.

All harmless. All extremely amusing to me. Its a sign I'm in my comfort zone and having a good time. Likelihood says if I'm being a pest to you, I consider you a friend and worthy of me letting some walls down. Sucks for you? At least you're not my little sister. Cheeky Monkey had me and Jules Drewe Yorke to deal with. She must love us cuz she's still talking to us haha!

I'll end this blog with the rationale for the title.

Tenshi and I returned today from our anniversary trip and while I've made the drive many times before and know where the freeways get tricky, we still ended up going on the wrong freeway, naturally the only one with traffic. So we turned around to get back on track only to find on ramps going in the opposite direction. I got on thinking I could get off at the next exit and then get back on and take the proper on ramp. Of course, there were no exits for like 2 miles and when we finally got off there was no easy way back on. We drove around a series of bad neighborhoods until finally getting back on. Its a good thing I have a good sense of direction and know which way I want to go. I just hate it when the roads don't line up like they are supposed to. Who designed this city??

And of course, this all happened while I had to go to the bathroom really bad and we were like 15 minutes away from home. Fail.

This used to happen to Spam Boa and I all the time. He'd be the navigator and I'd be the driver (unless he had whatever girlfriend of his at the time with him, then I'd be the chauffeur, but I digress) and we'd inevitably still go the wrong way. It became a mantra of "I know where I am I've been lost here before" because we'd always get turned around at the same places. I maintain, to someone with my crappy eyesight, North and South look the same from a distance. Maybe they should have said Up and Down, at least those have a different amount of letters... It's not like our freeways actually go true North and South...

Perhaps I'll reminisce about more adventures next week. Have a great evening!

-JTY

Reading: 100 Bullets, another gift from Tenshi <3

Listening to: Smash Bros Music. Must. Play. Soon.

Playing: NOT SMASH BROS. Also Castlevania still. and Wordfeud.

You'll see two docks up ahead. Our very own paradox

I spent some time before starting this blog reading old Jungle Cruise jokes. The last time I went to Disneyland, I had a pretty sad stripper, I mean skipper, who thought he was funny but was definitely in da nile. When I tried to relay the good jokes I'd heard in the past, I found I was just firing blanks. The point is one of the age old rules that everybody knows but nobody follows: You just had to be there.

I bring up paradoxes because this week I've been thinking about one in my own life. I love home and yet I never go home. While this is partially true for my apartment, as my roommates can attest to how little they see me, I'm speaking in particular about my old home, my parents home. I love home. I get along great with my parents and siblings (though Drewe Yorke doesn't live there anymore and Cheeky Monkey works mornings now at Starbucks so she sleeps early). I love going there and just relaxing, watching their awesome shows on TV (the only time I really watch television) and catching up with the family. Whenever there's a family event, I do my best to make sure I make it. And yet, I still don't go home very much, and since going to college never really have. This is my paradox, though this isn't the best or most accurate use of that figure of speech. I love home and yet dislike the thought of going home.

Let me elaborate. I noticed that when my friends, staff members or whoever tells me they are going home for the weekend, I get very perturbed and even annoyed. Why are you going home? I think to myself. Why would you want to do that?

Now this makes no sense because the reasons I go home have varied from having laundry to do to big family holidays. I don't need a good reason to go home. Why do I, in my head, demand that others do. Know that I no longer really voice my opinions about this because I realize they are rather preposterous.

I think one of the biggest reasons I dislike the thought of me or someone else going back home is because I associate it with a loss of independence. Since I was 9 years old and got my first "big kid" bike, I have craved and thrived when given independence. I would ride around the neighborhood for hours just because I answered only to me and could go where I wanted when I wanted, at least in my eyes. I think its the same thing. Going home means going back to the old ways, where I'm under my parents rule and follow their lead in everything. Despite the fact that that is not true, my parents give me plenty of freedom when I come home, I still associate home with a lack of independence. And hearing other people who go home every weekend, I think to myself, why would you give up this freedom?

I think other people have different relationships with their families too. Like my staff member Pandita whose ties to her family are so close that they talk multiple times a day and run a family business together. I have a great relationship with my family, but we don't talk everyday. We don't necessarily talk every week! So maybe because I don't understand the term 'close family' the same way as others, the thought of constant trips home seems troubling to me.

I think there's also the selfish mindset of "but then you can't hang out with me." Even though there's often the situation where I wouldn't even be hanging out with the person otherwise. This would explain why the two people who it doesn't bother me much when they go home are Brock and Clark. I see them more than anyone else, so there going home isn't draining any hang out time because we are well stocked. Also, if they go home, then that translates as more independence for me because I'm sharing a space with less people. Weird huh?

Anyway, those are just my thoughts. I don't actually dislike people who go home every week or even judge them for it. In fact, I applaud that relationship. I'm troubled by my own troubled response, that's all. I'm the one with the problem.

Steakhouse, who I haven't mentioned in this blog since like the 3rd post, but if you recall is a good friend of mine who was on a few past staffs as well as lived in my building her first year, has been trying to tape me as a submission for "What Not to Wear". She even used her phone to make a video but then realized I was wearing Joe's jeans, which apparently qualify as trendy (they were a gift to me so I don't know more than they are very nice). So I foiled her plot for now. It's only a matter of time, I'm sure I qualify. I don't even own a comb. I couldn't pull off a
"style".

That triggered an amusing thought: If I dressed better and took more investment in my appearance, more people would probably think I'm gay. Meh! What else is new?

Steakhouse has also been trying to throw together a little reunion with old friends like Dr. Beeker Flips, our friend in Med School and El Bandito, and whoever else is still relatively around from the early days of our time at school. That works perfectly for me, because Tenshi has been helping me compile a sort of bucket list to do before I leave. If you have any suggestions feel free to facebook them to me.

I don't know if I have any other amusing tales to tell you tonight, though I've been thinking about this blog all week. I haven't done many Brock quotes lately, so let's see what I have in the ol' book.

A quote from Brock's dildo incident: "I haven't had this much from with something rubber since they were passing out aborted childen on campus."

Sometimes I know when my roommates have had... "company" and I was explaining this as such:
James-"I come home and go... 'Something in this apartment has changed'"
Clark- "It's his sin sensor"

Brock- "I don't mean this in a racist way, but I wish we had slaves. I'd just want the company."

*facepalm*

OK have a great week!

-JTY

Listening to: Stairway to Heaven by the immortal Led Zeppelin. "And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our souls..."

Reading: nothing. fail.

Playing: Brawl! I found a pretty worthy opponent this weekend. It was a nice change.

Spring: Spiders and Fights

Spring is here and you know what that means.

Spiders.

Now I'm not a big fan of spiders. I'm not one to be totally paralyzed by the sight and I have no problem disposing of the actually helpful but generally just scary little creatures. But they just creep me out. I don't like climbing into attics or under houses because of spiders. When I do yard work, like cleaning out backyard and the like, I constantly wish I was wearing gloves to protect from spider bites (yet I never actually bother to put any on go figure). Even in video games if my character comes across a particularly gruesome arachnid I have to fight the urge to panic and flee the 8 legged monster usually depicted as much larger than any spider ever should be. If I were in the movie Jumanji, I would have just let the hunter shoot me if it would save me from those nasty spiders at the end.

Why do I bring this up? Because in Spring a person of my has the wonderful luxury of constantly walking into spider webs. For example, on Thursday, Naysayer P Squirrel and I were walking down to meet Banana Slug, VG Anteater, and Whedon Watchedit to the Awesome Burger Chain that is only located in my region, henceforth known as ABCs. Naysayer and I were just wandering down to meet them and suddenly I feel the familiar strand of a spiderweb stretch across my face. I react as usual and smear the strand from my face and kind of do a dust off motion for the rest of my body in fear that the spider was on my person and kept walking. Mind you, there were no trees around and there was a street to my left and a grassy area to my right. Where was the spider making this stupid web?? It was like it was just there for me, and miraculously ONLY me to walk through it. Naysayer is shorter than me but when it goes across my face it should probably go across his forehead or something. Nope he didn't feel a thing.

Next night, I decided to accompany Clark on a late night food run. We go to this little hole-in-the-wall Pho place at 1:30 at night. We part in the nearby neighborhood and walk to the restaurant. I walk through not one but TWO spiderwebs in the 3 minutes walk up the street. The second time, I was explaining to Clark about how I always walk into spiderwebs and felt the spiderweb go in my mouth! Why is it always on my face!! And of course, he didn't get anything on him. And he's taller than Naysayer. Oh life.

The worst time that ever happened I felt a full on web, not just a strand. And there was significant resistance, like the web pushed back as I walked through it. It was as I was walking up to my parents home. Now I've seen what kind of spiders they get there. The big juicy red ones that explode if you step on them. When I walked through that web I dropped all the laundry I was taking to get washed and I did freak you. I started shaking my arms and legs and rubbing my hands all over me like I was covered in ants. I ruffled my hair and took off my jacket and shook it around. If it hadn't been like 3am and people had seen me they woulda thought I was on drugs and walking across hot coals. I laughed it off after and told my sister but still it was that kind of annoying fear that doesn't quite paralyze you but still really gets to you. I'm told some people feel that way about clowns. o<| :0)

Speaking of ABCs. Thursday has become ABC day at work. We went for lunch last week, Naysayer, myself, Pokeboss and one other staff member, um for the sake of making up names for people we shall call him Captain Peanut until I think of something better. Then Naysayer and I went to it for dinner. Twice in one day! The reason I mention this is because while at dinner we saw a fight break out across the street. Whedon Watchedit was looking out at the gas station and noticed these two guys taking swings at each other. A bunch of guys were standing around watching and one of them even managed to have his shirt off. They kept punching but not really hurting the other and then all of sudden they stopped, started again, and then stopped and departed. It almost looked staged. But it wasn't. Banana Slug called the police and but they had already ended and run off when they arrived. Happy Cinco de Mayo! Dinner and a show.

I've been in two or three fights in my life, mostly when I was in middle school and usually with my best friend. They aren't that interesting and pretty stupid really. More exciting was the fight I saw about a year and a half ago when we were visiting Bridges at her grad school, a famous private school in the northern part of the state. Its been a while now so I can't recall everyone who was there. Clark and Brock were both on the trip but Brock was visiting his sister and Clark was visiting his family, both of whom were in the area, so they missed this. Alejandro, Bridges, Nemesis, Mama G, AVP, another friend of ours Mustang Alley, and Liz's bf Settler Type, and I think Diet Lemonade were all there. (Yes it was a family trip sort to speak sorry if I forgot anyone)

It went like this, we were checking out the bar scene in the city next to Bridges' grad school. We'd bar hopped and danced and drank and generally had a lovely time, (though those silly beer drinkers got ripped off paying about the same as I was paying for rum or whiskey). Anyway, we were hungry and wanted some good greasy food. We found the famous Pizza Joint around and got ourselves some nice slices of deliciousness, after a long wait in line of course. We were sitting, eating in this crowded room and our group got divided because of limited seats. I was on one end and I get up to get myself and Mama G some water. As I turn I notice some Asian guys talking to one of Bridge's classmates, the only Mexican-looking person in our group (Sunshine and I are part Mexican but nobody can tell and Nachos Boy wasn't there). There are 4 or 5 of them and they are kind up in our guys face trip to make trouble. I don't know what they said but I am stupidly standing behind them. I guess they were saying he shouldn't be there because that was their territory. They start pushing our friend and he pushes back and all of a sudden out of nowhere these three or four Mexican guys start attacking the Asian guys from behind. Fists are being thrown, tables are being turned we all spread out as pizza flies everywhere in the crowded joint. At first I had feebly tried to stop on of the guys from pushing our friend but as it escalated I moved back toward the door, not to leave but to get a safer view of course. AVP, who was sitting with our friend and standing next to him when this started jumped back then remembered his pizza and rushed in, grabbed it and got out just before the table got flipped. One guy got knocked back and fell and broke a chair. Another guy was knocked down and proceed to get brutally kicked in his stomach as he tried to get up. The fight lasted just over a minute and the Mexicans cleaned up. The manager correctly identified the guy who started the fight with our friend and the rest of us all slipped out. We took a quick inventory to make sure we got everyone and then decided we should go home. Oh the things you see while traveling!

Ok its late enough got a busy week at work again. Gnight all!

-JTY

Listening to: Lady Gaga and Elton John duet: Speechless and Your Song. Two things: One, Lady Gaga is really catchy though her latest stuff isn't as good as her earlier. Two, my brother and I stumbled across her HBO special and couldn't look away. She at times seem so normal and then did all her WTF moments. Half Lady. Half simple Gaga. Guess it fits.

Reading: Fable, the comic book series. I gave it to Tenshi but she hasn't read them yet, so I did. They are really good.

Playing: Borderlands DLC- Viva la Robolucion!

Happy Mother's Day mom hope you liked the awesome stuff we got you. I'll tell the rest of you about that next time if I remember.

Summercamp and cooking with James!

Lucky you, you get two posts today. I just finished my reflections which I attributed to last week. They are technically posted on April 28th because thats when I started writing them. If you haven't read them yet, check em out though I will say they are heavy Easter reflections as opposed to my random goofy stories.

Speaking of which, its time for another episode of Cooking with James! This week, James tackles hard boiled eggs.

Let me just recount a play by play: I look into the fridge. Remember that I'd bough eggs like 3 or 4 weeks ago and never touched them. I pull them out to see what the expiration date was. Can't find it. Great. I start feeling the eggs. They don't seem rotten, though two of them had cracked and the goop inside caused them to stick to the carton. Down to 10 eggs. I ask Alejandro how long before eggs go bad. He says he is wary of eggs but his parents say you can only tell by the smell. Without thinking, I grab a cup and slam an egg into it. Naturally, egg goop flies everywhere including all over my hand. I can't tell you why I thought that'd be a good idea. I just feel like throwing things sometimes. It didn't smell though, so, Press On Troops! 9 eggs. I begin to boil the water. I'm making eggs to eat for lunch and for Tenshi and I to bring to the egg painting party at my parents house. I get the water boiling and drop the first egg in. Naturally, dropping a cold, refrigerated egg into boiling water causes it to crack, especially when it hits the bottom of the pot kind hard. A week later I remember that you are supposed to put them in the water around 100 degrees, not when its boiling. Ooops. Three cracked eggs later I am slowly spooning the eggs into the pot. Down to 6 good eggs and 3 wounded. As the eggs cook, the cracked ones seep out their innards and that stuff also cooks, making my eggs look like aliens or deformed mutated freaks or something. Even Alejandro thought they were gross. Yea, cooking fail.

Ultimately all 9 worked out and I ate the three deformed ones for lunch and Tenshi and I dyed three beautiful eggs each. But that's how it I finished a dozen eggs in a sitting cooking spree. Yea...

It's been an ongoing mystery with my staff at Summercamp as to what my blog is. I let slip one day that I had one and in my soundbite staff it became one of those things they would periodically ask me about. This is the same staff that plastered my face all over the walls, has various nicknames for me related to how I talk with my hands, and remembers everything I say sarcastically, nonchalantly, jokingly, or semi-insultingly but can't remember to do their program evaluations for their lives. Anyway, one of them finally figured out that I post my blog link on my gchat profile and finally found my blog. Hereafter known as PokeBoss, she has opted to keep the blog a secret, at least so far which thoroughly amuses me because I too value knowledge for the sake of knowledge, not to spread to the world. Though I also know that the temptation to tell someone that you have knowledge is there, so I suppose its only a matter of time before my entire staff knows of the blogs existence. Oh well, the year is almost over. Let's see how close we can get to June before word gets out.

Speaking of my staff, they recently facebook hacked the crap out of me. I ran off late to another meeting last week and forgot to lock my computer. Stupid me. They changed my birthday, my profile picture, my middle name, my quotes, they poked people, they changed my status it was bad. I didn't know until the next day, which happened to be one of the busiest days of the year for me. I will say I was pleased with how many people knew it wasn't my birthday! That was a big honor to how well people knew me. But yea I was annoyed and felt a bit of trust had been violated. A funny facebook status is one thing but the wave of changes was kinda ridiculous.

Naturally, I wanted to get revenge but I didn't want to escalate this into a prank war. Just get them back. So I made a facebook status saying I guess Summercamp doesn't want me to come into work today (knowing full well I wasn't going to be in the office due to my other work commitments needing my attention elsewhere). I also commented on several "it's not your birthday" wall posts with things like "yea but I guess we'll celebrate everyones birthdays today except my staff..." to continue giving them jabs. Finally, the next day I made my facebook profile a picture of my staff with the suspected culprits faces whited out. All in all I thought this was a fair exchange that got some of my annoyance out without resorting to FB hacking each of them individually.

Little did I know that all those involved felt enormously guilty, worried that they had really pissed me off, and over all pretty bad about the thing, based on my statuses. When I came into work the next day and they found out I'd already moved on and didn't really care anymore, they actually got angry at me for putting them through that. By the end of the afternoon I was the bad guy! Facepalm.

Moral of the story: pranks should be done in person so you can get the reaction out of the way then and there and find out if you shouldn't have actually done that. Also, reading things in text inhibits the ability to accurately gauge emotion. Eh well, as I said I'm over it. I hope they are.

It wouldn't be a staff without a little drama. Amiright??

Well I think I'll sign off now. No real Brock stories this week. We shared a life memory moment as we both watched the news about Osama bin Laden being dead unfold together. How many times in ones lifetime do you have a weekend where you are actually relieved someone died, a man moves toward becoming a saint, and a royal wedding occurs. What a huge weekend!

Let's see what the week shall bring.

Listening to: Japanese Philharmonic Symphony play the Original Smash Brother Medley. I'm going through all my top rated songs.

Reading: PokeBoss's blog which was apparently inspired by mine. yay the trend continues!

Playing: Portal 2. Just beat single player. It was awesome and so wonderfully written. You always want more from a valve game because they are soo good. So now I must play co-op!