Oasis Is Keeping the Dream Alive

So you're Jack Bauer. And you do sweet things. Like close your left eye and shoot a terrorist in the wrist, forcing him to drop his gun. And all of this is on television. It makes the ladies swoon and the men wish they could be Kiefer Sutherland. Sadly, there is no one on planet earth who even resembles Kiefer Sutherland. He's Bond without all that swooning and swilling. Slate's got a decent interview with a writer of 24.

So you're Young Brandon Walsh, wondering, hmm, should I go to ChiTown, or DC, or stay in lovely Tampa Bay? The goods: The El, PollyEsther's, and warmth. The bads: cold, expensive, and not overly exciting. It depends: Sox, Nats, or Rays; I'm picking the Sox, because they seem to have it going on. A World Series is kinda neat. The best part, however, is that they're all good choices.

So you're Future Madam President Karbowski, continually charting your course for world domination. Do you go to Stanford, or hang on to see if Harvard and Yale come through? Again: A flurry of difficult choices. You really have to pick California. California girls, the best in the world. Even though the song says Carolina. (On this matter, I have no vote: There are both sides of the coin in every state, although I don't have much of a positive nature to say about Ohio. Except for Darlene, but she's actually a Michigan Girl.)

The last two weeks have involved grizzly bears, an altercation with a blond wrestler driving a Volvo, some guy in Publix trying to steal Oreos, and Holly meeting Marc from O.A.R. and making him promise he'll do a concert at the Trop sometime this year. Actually, none of this happened. Seriously, I can't hold a conversation anymore. About anything. I rarely find conversations fun. So I just make up things. People who ask about my weekend get answers about me dressing up as Batman and fighting crime. Because honestly: Just about everyone who asks doesn't care; they're just inquiring to be nice. So I make up things. This creates a fairly convenient situation: People who can't stand my complete inability to give a real answer don't even attempt conversations, and those who like to have fun with this banter (El Nino comes to mind) are a great outlet for whatever nonsense is brewing in the neurons. KO does this well online, Chris does it well all the time, and my bro's okay at it. Holly for some reason puts up with it.

Holly is in Michigan, if anyone's wondering. 'Til early March. Then she's going to live in sin with me for awhile 'til we're married in October. We will do little more than cook tater tots and attempt to memorize the capitals of all of the countries of Eastern Europe and Northern Africa.

mmm, tater tots. Jason/Becky/Myself did up the Dairy Inn on 9th for lunch today; I'd like to thank the blond girl in the embarassingly revealing lime green shirt for providing some comedy. I haven't run into someone drunk at 1.00pm since college. I'd also like to thank said Dairy Inn for selling tater tots, although they're not nearly as tasty as Sonic's.

I swear, this can't be interesting. Huge props to you for reading this far. My new facebook profile's kinda fun, if you want more stimmreck content.