WISH I WERE THERE

I wish I were in VA, but don't tell my mom.
Miss you guys.
K

holy mackerel

the creator has spoken.

It is I

Should we even consider not having a pong table at New Year's?

I confess that the thought has crossed my mind. But that is only because I don't know where everybody is going to sleep. But that is not a major concern, at least to me.

The pong table will be outside. There is no way to get it in the garage. So, bring your outside game. That is all.

Walsho

i am shocked

SHOCKED

that no reference to my pong skills was made in lincoln's last post. i mean, what is going on here.

Mmmmm...

I love the smell of chlorine in the morning!
Shhh... Don't tel Devon, she think I'm smarte.

alright stop

The number of Christmas cards being distributed this year is really embarassing for me. With each new one I receive in the mail, I feel more like more of a loser for not sending any out. I'd like to use the excuse that I have a new baby, or multiple kids, or a wife, or even a dog, occupying my time. But for obvious reasons none of those will work. Probably not for a long time. Dammit.

On a better note, so far I am still good to go for New Years. AND, Hillary is still good to go on joining me. So hopefully that remains the case for the next couple weeks. See you all very soon. Have a Merry Christmas.

JH

Dissertation & Princess Bride

Following in the illustrious academic footsteps of Dan Mazzucco, I am including a Princess Bride reference in a draft of my current dissertation section. Who knows, if it makes the cut it might someday be published in a book that 20 or 30 people might actually buy. Exciting stuff.

P.S. See the preceding blog entries for further evidence of the ill effects of chlorine vapors. Apparently inhaling them in strong enough doses can warp your mental state into that of a Fasani.

Ahhhhh, memories...

Thanks for that walk down memory lane Jon. I had fun thinking about all the times my brothers and I played games like that. There's a certain sophistication in fraternal bonding that I don't think most people understand. Unless you have a brother and are a brother. Good times...

*Grunt*

correction

well i didn't send a mass text message to everyone in my phone. i don't know how to do that. (can you do that?) so i sent individual texts one at a time. i don't know if that makes you feel any more special dan. i'm certainly no aidan.

my brother and i played a very fun game yesterday while out searching with my parents for a christmas tree. we stood about 50 feet apart and took turns throwing hard-packed snow balls at each other. you could not move unless it was going to be a direct hit in the head or crotch. this high brow game of complicated rules amused us for at least 20 minutes, and i probably could have played for another hour if we didn't have to go cut down a tree.

Beating Doug

I think that Doug should be beaten for not making us his first priority, esp. since he's the only one who knows how to do anything technical to this blog. For that, he deserves a second beating. I will line up first and then whomever wants to get in on this, feel free to line up behind me.

This will have to wait

My printer is doing very strange things and I need to print some photos ASAP.
I might not get to fixing the format until tomorrow...

Woops

I was messing around with adding some things, like the "Contributors" list and archive links, and it looks like I accidentally overwrote the blog template with one of the samples.

I don't feel like staying up any longer to fix this now, so you're stuck with this color scheme until tomorrow.

'night

I thought I was important to Jon

But then I realized he sent a mass text message to everyone in his phone.
And then I felt small again.
And then Aidan took his diaper off in his crib and pooped all over it so I would have to clean it up.
And then I realized that at I may not be important to Jon the big sports agent, but least I'm important to Aidan.

mystery texter

Was me. Hmmm.... If Modee didn't know I was texting her, I can only assume that my number is not labeled as "Jonathan", "Hursty", or "Coolest Guy Ever" in her phone. That is disappointing.

Josh may scoff

Josh can ridicule Hurst all he wants (and we know he does), but it's all true. I donated my first full brain to Ernie, my favorite monkey and am now trying to get used to my second brain. The funny part is that despite all of the new "room" in my second brain, it seems to have a lot less motivation for important things. For example, I much prefer reading People online and learning as many worthless facts about celebrities than learning worthless facts about enzymes. I think that I may mail this whole science thing in and join the paparazzi. My first target would be the famous Mo Dee (who, by the way, is still trying to figure out who text messaged her on Thanksgiving. If it was you, don't tell her because I took the credit).
I think that I have plenty of time for instant messaging since I don't do anything that I'm supposed to be doing. I'll try to figure it out. My latest hobby, though, has been spying on my sister-in-law via Facebook and the pictures her friends at Colby post. Oh, and wishing that I were still in College.

Cute Animated Short by '98s

Catching Kringle

I got a link from Adam Himoff '98 to his movie that he made. It's really quite good and I enjoyed it a lot. The director, executive producers, and most of the screenplay are by fellow '98s (I'm pretty sure). Check it out - it's about 15min long.

Pool Fumes?

Hursty, I think you might be inhaling just a bit too much of the old chlorine vapors. That's pretty much the most messed-up dream I've ever heard of.

Speaking of messed up, you should all try spending your days reading 1600 year old Latin written by a guy who wasn't a native Latin speaker and consequently has a truly bizarre vocabulary. Good times.

Rob

Congrats on the two offers. I think you should definitely go to Chicago, although I assume that your highest priority is "proximity to Jonathan Hurst" so that is probably where you will end up anyway.

I had a busy weekend. Saturday I was at high school swim meets all day. My team is so big this year, I split them up into junior varsity and varsity teams. But at least that way, everyone had an opportunity to swim. Unfortunately, that also meant I was at meets from 8:30 AM until about 8:30 PM. I was so tired, I couldn't even make it through "Beauty & the Beast" without falling asleep that night. I'm a pretty cool guy.

Then Sunday I ate pancakes at IHOP (critical information for all of you), had a snowball fight with Hillary (I won), and traveled to Pittsburgh for a 311 concert (which was pretty good). Now I am at "work" quite tired and not really motivated. You guys should all be on instant messenger during the day to provide me with additional distractions.

Finally, I had a really bizarre dream last night. Apparently, Kristin Kelly was born with two brains. When she was about five, her head wasn't big enough to hold the two brains, so they had to remove one. But they kept it. Then my dream fast forwarded to present day. Kristin's brain was full, so she wanted her other brain back. But she was complaining to me because she really liked the one she had, and her old brain had been put into a monkey (which apparently was why she was studying monkeys for a while). I am hoping that none of this is true.

TPB: Where are they now

I was just watching TV and saw a commercial for the cholesterol reducing drug Crestor from AstraZeneca. I've seen the commercial many times before, but this time something was different. I noticed that the spokeman looked familiar. And then I realized why...

Hello! My name is Mandy Patinkin. Take Crestor for cholestorol or prepare to die!

Weird.

Recent Travels...

So I was in Chicago last week. E&J Gallo offered to fly me out to have dinner with the CEO, Joe Gallo, and I couldn't refuse the opportunity. Joe, his wife, the CFO, and all other candidates with offers were there (most of the candidates hail from either Kellogg or UChicago). It was pretty cool. The wine was good...

While I was there, I got a call from Intel informing me that I received an offer for the Folsom site (suburb of Sacramento). I now have the not so easy task of trying to decide which offer to take. Devon and I are trying to figure out what's most important, why, and by how much do we value it.

Oh, and I have officially lost motivation to work hard in class for the rest of the school year. Here's to working hard on my golf game!

I hope everyone had a great weekend. Except Lincoln. He smells...