My course of action is clear, of course: I will
Thursday, March 19, 2009
To bribe or not to bribe
Some time ago, my dear friend Lisa asked me about my research, stating that she would, if possible, feature my work as The. Preeminent. Student. Scholar at MSU in the world-famous, widely lauded Engaged Scholar Magazine. Unfortunately, it has since come to my attention that there may be competition for that coveted national--nay, international place of honour and recognition.
My course of action is clear, of course: I willhire Tom to bust the head editor's kneecaps bribe Lisa with baked goods to ensure she keeps pushing for me to receive this prestigious honour. So, what should I make to bribe her?
My course of action is clear, of course: I will
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
On facial hair
Since I, alas, seem unable to grow a splendid handlebar mustache, I have decided there is only one proper alternative:
http://www.beardhead.com/
Hmm... if I were on Facebook, I would have been able to share this much more easily...
http://www.beardhead.com/
Hmm... if I were on Facebook, I would have been able to share this much more easily...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Decisions, decisions
Hi faithful readers,
Well...I have to say that it's been awhile since I've blogged. Sorry about that! I've been busy digging myself out of the huge snowfalls we've received this winter.
I'll get right to the point: I'm trying to make a potentially life altering decision. I need your advice and input:
Should I join Facebook?
Sure, blogging has its perks, but it takes a lot of energy to write an entire blog post. By joining facebook, I could simply write enlightening status updates from time to time. Or post pictures of my mustache attempts. Or engage in SuperPoke wars. The possibilities are endless! I think it would help me feel like I was keeping in touch with my friends, even if I actually wasn't talking with them at all. That could be nice.
But something inside of me hesitates -- which is why I haven't joined yet. Help me release my inner grudge against social networking! After all, I'm looking forward to all of the fun pieces of flair I'll receive...
Well...I have to say that it's been awhile since I've blogged. Sorry about that! I've been busy digging myself out of the huge snowfalls we've received this winter.
I'll get right to the point: I'm trying to make a potentially life altering decision. I need your advice and input:
Should I join Facebook?
Sure, blogging has its perks, but it takes a lot of energy to write an entire blog post. By joining facebook, I could simply write enlightening status updates from time to time. Or post pictures of my mustache attempts. Or engage in SuperPoke wars. The possibilities are endless! I think it would help me feel like I was keeping in touch with my friends, even if I actually wasn't talking with them at all. That could be nice.
But something inside of me hesitates -- which is why I haven't joined yet. Help me release my inner grudge against social networking! After all, I'm looking forward to all of the fun pieces of flair I'll receive...
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Another nefarious scheme gone awry
Bwa ha ha! My nefarious scheme has worked! In a singlehanded stroke of genius, I managed to render nine of my mortal enemies temporarily incapacitated with the norovirus at a party on Saturday night!
There are only two problems with this. One: St. Carlos, my arch-nemesis, seems not to have succumbed. Perhaps if I make sure we play St. Petersburg with an infected copy of the game next time we meet...?
Two: I, uhm. May or may not have infected myself with this vile plague. No, really. I have no idea. It's hard to keep track when so many of my split personalities, including those that actually write this not-blog, are separated from my physical body.
On an unrelated note, I ought to offer up two notes of congratulations: first, to Lindsey, who now officially has a Ph.D. to back up her mad scientist street cred; and second, to Lisa, who may or may not actually graduate this semester, depending on if she manages to get off her butt and finish the projects she's got due this week.
There are only two problems with this. One: St. Carlos, my arch-nemesis, seems not to have succumbed. Perhaps if I make sure we play St. Petersburg with an infected copy of the game next time we meet...?
Two: I, uhm. May or may not have infected myself with this vile plague. No, really. I have no idea. It's hard to keep track when so many of my split personalities, including those that actually write this not-blog, are separated from my physical body.
On an unrelated note, I ought to offer up two notes of congratulations: first, to Lindsey, who now officially has a Ph.D. to back up her mad scientist street cred; and second, to Lisa, who may or may not actually graduate this semester, depending on if she manages to get off her butt and finish the projects she's got due this week.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Vote!
I, Todd the Blogless, remind everyone to get out and vote today! (Especially if you live in a swing state and your favorite color is blue!)
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
It is my solemn vow
I apologize for my silence in recent months. I assure you that my quest for love, happiness, and data has not stopped. In fact, I had a major breakthrough this very day!
You see, I was walking across campus this afternoon, innocently minding my own business, when I heard a voice upon the wind.
"Blogless," it said.
"What?" I said in confusion, wondering if the voices had come back.
"Blogless," it cried again.
"Go away and leave me alone!" I cried back piteously. Around me, people began looking at me askance, and my walking companion began edging away from me in an attempt to disassociate himself from the madness, as if it weren't already too late for him.
Once more, the voice floated to me on the breeze. "Blogless!"
"OH WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" I cried, falling on my knees in the middle of Shaw Lane.
But the voice was silent, and I cannot help but think I missed a golden opportunity. "Next time," I told myself, pulling myself up. "Next time," I said, and began running from the police, who had pulled up next to me, sirens blaring.
Next time? I'm wearing headphones.
You see, I was walking across campus this afternoon, innocently minding my own business, when I heard a voice upon the wind.
"Blogless," it said.
"What?" I said in confusion, wondering if the voices had come back.
"Blogless," it cried again.
"Go away and leave me alone!" I cried back piteously. Around me, people began looking at me askance, and my walking companion began edging away from me in an attempt to disassociate himself from the madness, as if it weren't already too late for him.
Once more, the voice floated to me on the breeze. "Blogless!"
"OH WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" I cried, falling on my knees in the middle of Shaw Lane.
But the voice was silent, and I cannot help but think I missed a golden opportunity. "Next time," I told myself, pulling myself up. "Next time," I said, and began running from the police, who had pulled up next to me, sirens blaring.
Next time? I'm wearing headphones.
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