A simple gingerbread house is not enough for some people. What about a gingerbread AT-AT from Star Wars? Some people are way too cool. Or have way too much spare time...More examples at the link below...
Geekologie [Mmmm, Delicious Gingerbread Geekery]
As you've probably been able to tell, life's been busy and the blogging has been scant. I've been having way to much fun playing Dungeons and Dragons Tiny Adventures on Facebook and amusing myself with my different status updates that I haven't had much time to think about posting stuff here. Well, those things plus doing research, creating and maintaining databases (MS Access is evil!!!!) and just generally bumming around. I'm rethinking how I want to do this whole blogging thing. I was going to give it up but after seeing Ariania Huffington on The Daily Show, I began to rethink it. That plus seeing Katr's wicked cool new blog, made me get a bit of the blogging bug back. So we'll see how it goes and what end's up happening...should be interesting...or maybe it won't be...
This shouldn't be nearly as cool as I think it is...either that or I'm just geeky and kind of lame.
I feel that there might be multiple ways to interpret "Toys for Tots" at a leather bar. Not that I wouldn't go...
I was going to try and make a conscious effort to participate in NaBloPoMo this year, even though I missed November 1st and 2nd. And because of the election and, several shots of Limoncello, I didn't get to post on the 4th.
Last night was kind of crazy. But this morning, I'm a little torn inside. And its not because of the beer, lemon flavored liqueur, vodka and cranberry ginger ale or pizza at 3 in the morning. But more on that later. Time to cover a class.
Tonight, the volleyball playoffs began for our grad student team. Us geeks, yeah, we are not overly athletic. While some people on the team are naturally talented when it comes to sports (not me), we haven't been able to get our act together enough to win games. Our record was like 1 and 42 entering tonight's competition. Of course, the league's whipping boys (us) had to play the league's undefeated team. Having played them before, I knew two things about them. The girls on the team serve HARD. And second and most importantly, the guys are hot. I mean so hot that I enjoy the hand slap ritual after a game a little too much.
Anyhow...whether it was the change in the Cosmos or some other karmatic event, we put up a hell of a fight. Spikes, serves and various other tips seemed to go our way. We lost the first game, but stayed close enough to scare them and have the one unattractive boy whining about the officiating. Always a good sign. After exploiting the studs' weaknesses, we took the second game rather easily. That forced a tie-breaker in which we were tied but in we lost after a rather anticlimactic dink into the net (no, I didn't do it). All in all, it was a great match even though we lost. My contribution was, however, managing the substitutions to make sure we kept strength in at all times and then touching the ball a grand total of 6 times, 3 of which were on my serves. Oh yeah. I'm a jockish stud.
In other related athletic news, my bowling team is in next to last place and contemplating a name change from "The Flaming Palins" to "Thank God We're Damn Cute." We've also discussed the possibility of bowling shirts. The shirt under discussion is seen below. I think its missing something though...
Generally, I like to think of myself as a semi-informed voter. I try not to let one issue, position or emotion affect me vote one way or the other, particularly in national elections. But local or state elections are slightly different and this one time, I'm voting with my hormones instead of knowing a damn thing about the issues. "Baby" Joe Mesi is running for an open state senate seat and, baby, he has my vote. God knows I have a soft spot in my heart for big lugs and he's gotta be one of the biggest lugs ever. If Palin is Caribou Barbie, he's gotta be Rock 'Em, Sock 'Em Ken. 
Joe Mesi for State Senate
I'm really not sure how I feel about this odd mash of Gwen Stefani and the Soggy Bottom Boys from Oh Brother, Where Art Thou. Yet somehow, I think it works, on some level. I'm sure the Mormon Tabernacle Choir/50 Cent combo is soon to follow.
via Crooks & Liars
So only three members of my bowling team, the Flaming Palins, can be there tonight and my teammates and I have been struggling to come up with a sub. The only person I knew who really bowled was Gaydar Malfunction Guy. I asked him this afternoon and, being a boring grad student, he accepted. Before he accepted I asked him, "You realize this is a, um, gay league, right? Because some guys might have a problem with that."
"Yeah, that's fine. Why would I care?"
Why indeed? It's going to be a full time job keeping the old geezers (and some of the young ones) off of him. Jesus.
Dear God. I have friends who sell antiques/junk on eBay. And with the economy the way that it is, they've decided to pull out every option they possibly can to get bids. Even the disgustingly cute option. Meet my 'brother', Frankie, modeling a vintage Halloween costume. Gotta hand it to him. He can wear a hat like nobody's business.
Father Geoff Farrow has begun a blog to chronicle his experience since speaking out against Prop 8. The first post entitled How It Began is the transcript of this past Sunday's homily which has been widely published on the Internet.
Donations are desperately needed for the movement against Prop 8 in California. I donated last night and encourage those of you who can do to so.
ALERT: Donations Against Proposition 8 Desperately Needed [towleroad]
CA: Prop 8 support bolstered in dramatic turnaround [Pam's House Blend]
