September 16, 2004

• It’s been too long, I know.

  Well, I don’t have too much to say. I’m just churning along in the ol’ PhD. Taken classes, cuttin’ billets, you know, the works. Had my birthday (two weeks ago), which was uneventful. I go to the world famous sequence strat haven the Book Cliffs in So Utah this weekend, and I’ll take pictures. Of course, this is also the weekend that my house is having a big party, so I will miss that. I told my roommates that I would just hide in the bushes while they were cool and then they could hold parties, but they still had to have it this weekend. Bought the new Flogging Molly, which is awesome.

  I do have a story to tell.

  

  So, my roommate, Chris, moved out at the end of August. With him he took several things, including, his can opener. So, we have not had a can opener in the house for some time. So, I got home last night, and Chris was paying his old pad a visit and eating dinner with my roommate Scott. Well, since we have not had a can opener, my roommates have been using my pocket knife to open cans. There was another pocket knife in the house, but it was broken. Well, since I was not home, and Scott had to open a can of tomatoes for his chicken-rice creation, he apparently struggled for some time trying to use something to get the can open. Eventually, he went to the garage and sawed the can down the middle, made a big hole, and then took a kitchen knife and stabbed, gouged, and sliced (some of) the tomatoes out of the can into the rice. He said there was a fair amount of metal filelings that made it’s way into the dish, but Chris never noticed.

  

  So later on, as he was telling the story, Chris got the idea that he could open a can with the broken pocket knife. Scott warned him that it wouldn’t work, but Chris was determined. So, they searched through the kitchen and found Ben’s (Ben, along with Dave, are the other roommates. Ben is in China doing research right now, and Dave was in the living room durring this production) can of water chestnuts. Scott said he would eat the whole can if Chris could get it open in the next 10 min. So, Chris struggled, and struggled, eventually resorting to using the corkskrew, bottle opener, sissors, and main knife before resorting to taking a butcher knife and hacking the poor can of water chestnuts to bits, and getting out a fair number of the water chestnuts through the now gaping hole in the top of the can. So, as promissed, Scott ate them all up. Just another day in the Thug Palace.

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