From Sam
Open iTunes/iPod to answer the following. Go to your library. Answer, no matter how embarrassing it is.
Number of songs: 2672 – 15.43 GB – 6.5 days
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First Song: ¡Ole! – Bouncing Souls
Last Song: Zoot Suit Riot – Cherry Poppin’ Daddies
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Shortest song: You wanna get high? – Towlie – South Park (0:01)
Longest song: Beethoven’s 9th, movement 4, Presto, Allegro assai (23:41)
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First Artist: 4 PM
Last Artist: ZZ Top
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First Album: ¿Donde jugarán los niños? – Molotov
Last Album: Zoot Suit Riot – Cherry Poppin’ Daddies
Top Five Most Played Songs:
1. Esperando – Café Tacuba (65)
2. (T) Sacrifice Theory – AFI (55)
2. (T) Por esa Calle Vive – Carlos y José (55)
2. (T) Minha Galera – Manu Chao (55)
2. (T) So Fresh, So Clean – Outkast (55)
3. Adagio in C major for organ, BWV 564 – J.S. Bach (53)
4. Hell – Squirrel Nut Zippers (52)
5. (T) The Decline – NOFX (50)
5. (T) Come with Me (accapella) – Shai (50)
Search:
“Sex”: How many songs come up? 12
“Death”: How Many Songs come up? 9
“Love”: How many songs come up? 104
“You”: How many songs come up? 207
First of all, let’s start off the entry with a classic episode of:
Tales of Fernamn
Father Knows Best
Co-starring Father of Fernman!
Caution: explicit content, especially language
Our noble hero, after recently throwing off the shackles of a former relationship that was destined for failure, decided that a stint of solitude my be best suited for his frame of mind. But alas, Fernman’s father would have none of it. He, while taking in some local games of chance, was simply stricken by a young woman. This was, beyond any doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his many years. He dare not even speak to her, but, for his son, he would attempt a conversation. After all, Fernman had to learn his skills with the fairer sex from someone. Maybe there was something left up his sleeve.
Dad: “Hello, young lady.”
Woman: “Hello.”
Dad: I know that I am only an old man, and would have no chance with a woman of your caliber, but perhaps you would consider meeting my son. You see, he recently had his heart broken by a young woman, and the new-found void in his life would amply be filled by a beauty such as yourself. So, if you could excuse me for being so bold, I would like to have your phone number, and I will have him call you.”
She reluctantly agreed. The jovial father, after completing his seemingly impossible task, quickly rushed the number to his son, Fernman.
Fernman, besides being known the world over for his affinity to Don Juan, also possesses an epic procrastination ability. So, he was in no rush to conjure up a date with this woman, despite how persistent his father was and how much more beautiful she was than all of his previous loves combined. In his father’s words, our hero’s previous conquests were “ugly, fat, monkey” women. Persistence by his father finally overwhelmed our poor hero and he caved to his demands. Irregardless of his reverence for bachelorhood, he would arrange a date.
Immediately on his phone call to the gentle lass, he found himself flushed with regret. He instantly had to limit his vocabulary in order to maintain comprehension to the other party. Fernman has had his share of the obtuse, and had grown out of that phase. However, as is often noted, beauty + promiscuity is often inversely proportional to intellect, so he would continue and set up the date. Besides, his father would not be satisfied with a simple phone conversation, a physical meeting would only suffice.
So, on the night of the anticipated meeting, Fernman decided to rest his eyes before the date. An hour before the date was to begin, he was awoken by a phone call.
Fernman: “Ugh… Hello?”
Woman: “You can come see me now.”
Fernman: “I just woke up. Can I call you back?”
Fernman, at this time, jumped in the shower to wake himself up. He then called her back, to no answer. After several valiant attempts to call her and text message, our hero, disgusted and bewildered, gave up.
The next day, he swallowed his pride, and called her. Our imperial journeyman would, under normal circumstances, would never further pursue a female with such a rude repertoire, but for his father, he did. After reaching her, the conversation went like this:
Fernman: “Hello?”
Woman: “Oh. Hi.”
Fernman: “What happened? I called you back 15 minutes after you called me, and your phone was off.”
Woman: “I fell asleep.”
Fernman: “You fell asleep 15 minutes after I called you? Bullshit.”
Woman: “OK. I was mad at you.”
Fernman: “Mad?”
Woman: “You sounded mean over the phone.”
Fernman: “Well, I just woke up.”
Woman: “Oh.”
Fernman: “Look, I don’t even want to meet you, and you probably don’t even want to meet me. But I need to do this. How about we just pick a nice public place and meet and get this over with. I just want to talk to you, in person, for 5 minutes. After that, you can leave and I’ll never call you again.”
Woman: “Well, maybe next weekend…”
Fernman: “No. It has to be right now. Pick a place right next to your house, and I’ll meet you there.
So, the date was set, though under certainly more arduous circumstances than was ideal. Fernman, with his father constantly in mind, left to meet the lovely lady at a local mall. As he waited, he looked around at the people. After one girl caught his eye, he jokingly said to himself, “God, I hope that’s not her.” It was.
The meeting was less than spectacular. After a breif and somewhat painful discussion of exchanging commonalities, they parted ways. Fernman, to be kind, quipped, “I’m gonna walk around for a while, just do some shopping. You can join me, if you want.” She answered, “Well, I have to go buy some shoes for my grandma.” They parted, but, as they left each other, she turned around and said, “Why don’t you give me a call later.” To appease her, he acknowledged an empty promise.
What a time for our hero! He immediately went home to confront his dad. He, however had no remorse and did not attest to his contentions. Not only did he stand by his claim of her beauty (what could be seen under the layers of makeup) and lack of relative girth (compared to Fernman’s former girlfriends), but he also had a simple answer to her mental deficiency: “Why would you want her to talk?”
A difference in generation, I suppose…
So, even with almost 24 hours between it, I am still recovering from yesterday’s Frozen Fatty Fried Fingerfood Feast and Fiesta, a now 2 year tradition. So, what did we have?
Pizza rolls, Taquitos, and the very un-fried chocolate-covered strawberries. Yeah, it broke the rules, but who’s gonna turn those away?
Fries, of course. Also Chex mix.
Potato skins and more Taquitos.
Mini-chimichangas and even more Taquitos.
Last but not least, cheese sticks and marinara. Not pictured: lots more pizza rolls, tater tots, lots of condiments, really-greasy hot wings. Now you can see why I feel sick… It was fun and worth it. This might be the start of a tradition…
Field Methods Update: Above you see a nice fault with about 1m apparent offset vertically, but remember, you can get that same offset from a pure strike-slip fault. Because the beds are dipping, movement in-and-out of the plane of the fault, and then subsequent erosion, can make the bed on the right move apparently down. If it’s still confusing, use your hands. Put your hands out in front of you, dipping away (tilt fingers down). Now move your right directly hand towards you, keeping your hands tilted the same. Then, move your right hand forward ALONG the bedding plane (to simulate erosion of the canyon), and it’ll project down below your left hand.
By the way, any of you who thought you were a hard core geologist (myself included) must now bow to Megan, who crutched her way over and on outcrops. If she’d only have a cast, I’d have to sign it Millpool.
I just gotta say something. This used to be the saddest time of the year for me. Not only was football over, but it was that lovey-dovey time of year. Luckily, I had one small but perfect solution to that…
And now, back by popular demand and Liz’s inspiration, it’s time for:
Matt’s Stick Death
Yeah, that midterm sucked.
Also, note the new archived Stick Deaths on the side bar. Enjoy!
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