• May 31, 2005
    the latest gossip

    I've been given permission to spread this gossip.

    In fact, I've been encouraged to do so.

    So . . . here it is . . .

    Operation: The Bishop's Mischief is officially back on.

    The good times are here again!!!!!!!
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    May 27, 2005
    interview

    Brent is doing video "interviews" of everyone he knows. By interview I mean he starts the camera and tells us to talk for about 4 1/2 minutes. Tonight he did all of the Victor House guys. After watching mine, I noticed two things I didn't realize:

    1. I am even more awesome than I originally realized.
    2. I have a stronger accent than I thought.

    Plus, my Eb harmonica made it's debut!!
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    irony

    Over the past couple of months, I have been trying to get Mel to punch Ed. I figure it's one of those things that is bound to happen eventually, so I do what I can to speed up the process. So far, no luck. So, I've added Brent to the mix lately, thinking that her punching him is also a possibility.

    Tonight, it almost happened. Brent and Mindy were playing on some vendor's cart down on Fountain Square. Somehow, Brent's hands got very dirty, so he started chasing Mel acting as though he was going to wipe his hands on her. So, she threatened to punch him. I saw an oppertunity, and grabbed Brent and held him into place. Mel pulled back and swung, and my goal was accomplished.

    Almost.

    Except . . . my arm ended up catching the punch instead of Brent. So, after all of this time and effort, it turns out that I am the one who got punched.

    Never saw that one coming.
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    May 25, 2005
    life lessons

    Things I've learned over the past few months:

    It's okay when things don't work out like I planned.
    It's okay to fail.
    It's okay if someone doesn't like me.
    It's okay when I'm a moron.
    It's okay if I get frustrated.
    It's okay if I don't know.
    It's okay if I don't understand.
    It's okay to play the fool.
    It's okay if someone is better than me.
    It's okay to be wrong.
    It's okay to dream.

    I'm okay.
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    May 24, 2005
    legal barista

    I think I made more coffee this morning than Les and/or Jenny. (6 conference rooms + 1 training room) x (1 pot of regular + 1 pot of decaf) + 1 extra pot= A lot of coffee. If you aren't a mathmatician, that's 15 pots of coffee before 10 am.

    I'm debating on whether or not I should correct the spelling of "infinite" on the sub-title of my blog. Maybe someday.

    I am Spartacus.

    I hear rumors of the Anchor tonight. Without me, it's just aweso.
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    May 23, 2005
    more song lyrics

    This is profound . . . this song has had a huge impact on me.

    "Bread is a good time for me
    Du du dut du singing
    Bread is a good time for everybody."

    It just occured to me. This should be the theme song for the "Anti-Atkins" diet.
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    it was some weekend

    Thursday-- I had everything figured out.
    Friday-- It all came unraveled, and none of it worked out.
    Saturday-- I was beat down.
    Sunday-- I took a break from it.
    Monday-- Peace.
    Tuesday-- A new day, new perspective, new challenges.

    I honestly think over the last five days, I actually employed every one of Freud's defense mechanisms. I wonder if that is some type of record.
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    May 22, 2005
    blogger buffet

    There's a lot in my head tonight. So, here's a little something for everyone . . .

    the vague emo post

    Have you ever been in the middle of "the moment", watching it slip away, knowing that it was slipping away, knowing full well what you had to do, wanting to actually do it, but still were paralyzed by fear and ended up doing nothing.

    My moment is fading fast. Still, I do nothing.

    the softball update post

    It was kind of like Casey at the bat. There are two outs, bottom of the last inning, two runners on, down by two, and I step up to the plate. The umpire even said, "Winning run at the plate." Thanks for the added pressure, ump. Anyway, The first pitch comes. And, it's a horrible pitch. The whole time, I'm watching it, thinking, "Don't swing, don't swing." But, for some reason, I swung. Ground ball, to the first baseman. Out we lose.

    It wasn't my fault that we lost. But it could have been my fault that we won.

    the making fun of jared post

    Last night I went to the Red's game with my parents. There to throw out the ceremonial first pitch was none other than Jared Fogle of Subway fame. Now, I can't stand Jared. I don't like his attitude. He seems kind of smarmy. So, I'm upset at the whole fact that I am in the same building as him. But, two things redeem the whole situation. First of all, he's looking a bit, ummmm, portly again. I shouldn't take joy in that, and in fact I don't except for the prospect of there being no more Jared comercials anymore.

    Anyway, for the best part . . . as he is walking to the mound, I'm kinda cranky. But then, it occurs to me . . .

    . . . he is so going to bounce this . . .

    And sure enough, the pitch landed two feet in front of the plate. It was beautiful. I'm tearing up just thinking about it.

    the somewhat sentimental somewhat philosophical post

    So, I've been in a weird mood all weekend. Some of it I know why, some of it I'm not sure why. but, apart from the Jared moment, i've been kinda down all weekend. But this evening, I was hanging out in the apartment with a group of friends, just chatting and goofing off. It was quite theraputic, and now I am much less emo. My friends pretty much rule.

    the goofy post

    At IHOP tonight, we are discussing film classes. I've never actually had one, and in fact I don't think I've ever even attended a school that offered one. But, I definately think I should be a film professor. In particular, I would like to offer some of the seminar classes; you know, the ones with the rotating topics. I would want to teach the following:

    Film Seminar: Corey Haim and Corey Feldman
    Film Seminar: The films of Sinbad
    Film Seminar: Baseball movies
    Film Seminar: Ping Pong Movies
    Film Seminar: Samuel L. Jackson
    Film Seminar: Why the Sandlot is the best movie of all time!!!!!!!!!
    Film Seminar: The Batman Genre
    Film Seminar: Armageddon vs Deep Impact

    The possibilities are endless.
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    May 21, 2005
    song lyrics

    Jenny recently posted that people shouldn't post song lyrics in their blog/livejournal/whatever.

    I disagree. So, tonight I am quoting the best love song ever . . .


    Let's make this moment
    be the symbol of our lives
    Upon your dad's computer
    We'll sail to paradise

    You're a girl
    Or maybe a wagon
    filled up with pancakes

    See, song lyrics are awesome.
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    peace

    I think my favorite thing about living on Victor St. is hearing the church bells at St. Monica.
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    looking back

    I don't have a lot of regrets in my life. But, there are a few. I don't regret anything I've done, I don't think. It's the things that I didn't do that I regret. Most, I get over. This one, I may not for a long time though.

    And yes, that was intentionally vague.

    Not even the keyboard is helping me now.
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    May 20, 2005
    spinning

    This week I've been in one of those moods I don't know how do describe. I'm pretty sure there isn't a word for it. Normally, I would make up a word, but this is one of those things that I think if I tried to describe it in words, it would just end up empty and hollow. It's times like this when I envy people who can write poetry, because they can describe moments like this. I can do it somewhat melodicly, sitting in my room with my keyboard making up stuff, but in those cases, I can describe it, but in the end it doesn't help me understand things.

    Anyway, the mood is not bad, and it's not good. But, it's not in between either, and it's not neutral. And, it's not a mixture of the above. I don't know what it is, but it's very real, and very intense. Maybe I just think too much. I constantly think. I've always wondered if everyone else is the same way in that regard, or if it is possible to be awake and not think. I've tried, but I can't do it. The closest I've ever gotten was thinking about how I wasn't thinking, but ultimately that was thinking. And that's how things are inside of me. I can bottle them up, but I can't turn them off.
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    May 19, 2005
    depressing

    It occured to me tonight: guys like Michael Bolton and Kid Rock get more women than me.

    That's depressing.

    Not that it's about quantity, but still, you know what I mean.
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    great moments in awesomeness

    It's official.

    We signed the lease.

    The Bat Fancy is ours!!!!!

    The awesomeness begins 9-1-2005.
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    so much blog, so little time

    There is a lot spinning in my head right now. But, I'm to lazy to write about it, so I give you the following instead.

    First of all, check out the Victor House Haberdashery website. It rules. Good work Tommy.

    Secondly, one of the attorneys at work's name is Ali. Every time I take mail to her, I start thinking, "Come back Ali . . . come back Ali's sister . . . " Good times.
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    May 18, 2005
    doh

    Sometimes I feel like a jackass.

    I appologize for all of my jackassery.
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    the announcement

    Today my brother called me and told me, and I am quoting him directly, "You're nephew is going to be a boy."

    Thanks for clearing that up, Justin.

    Also, for the record, the Melissa who flipped me off is cool. The one that yelled at me I am mad at, cause it was totally uncalled for.
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    May 16, 2005
    hall of fame moments

    Tonights episode of CSI:Miami should be inducted immediately into the "Bad Acting Hall Of Fame."

    David Caruso AND Eric Roberts. It's too much.
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    moment of serenity

    Tonight I was "kicked out" of the apartment as the landord was showing it. So, I went for a walk and ended up at Fairview Park. I sat on a bench for a while, overlooking the city, with a cool breeze in my face and some church bells playing hymns. It was one of those moments where everything came together for a few minutes and nothing else really mattered, and a prayer swelled up in my soul that I couldn't verbalize, but God knew what I was trying to say.

    Somehow, things make sense in those moments.
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    security

    Over the past couple of years, the federal government has worked tirelessly to make sure that its various buildings and facilities are safe and secure. Well, you can rest easily knowing for sure that these efforts are working. These guys are on the ball, and nothing gets past them.

    I know this because today, one of my hand deliveries was to the federal building. To get into the federal building, you have to pass through a metal detector. For some reason, every time I go to the federal building, I set off the metal detector. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's the biceps of steel. Anyway, if you set off the metal detector, you then have to go through 2 more steps. The first is to hold your arms up while being searched with the wand. If you get past the wand, then you have to pull your pant legs up over your sock line. Well, I had to do all of this today. As I was holding my pant legs up, the following conversation took place . . .

    Security dude: Did you realize that you have on two different white socks?
    Me: What?
    Security dude: Your socks don't match.
    Me: (looking down) No, I guess they don't.
    Security dude: Well, at least they are both white.
    Me: Yeah, I guess they are.
    Security dude: Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
    Me: Thanks. I appreciate it.

    And I thought the fashion police were just a myth.

    In other news: Over the past two days, I have been flipped off by one Melissa, and yelled at by another Melissa. I don't know what to make of this. I'm trying to remember if I know any other Melissas around here, so I can watch out for getting beat up tomorrow or something.
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    softball update

    28-13, we win again.

    And this is after being down 13-12 at one point.

    One trend of note: we are 3-0 when I pitch, 0-1 when I don't.

    I think my days as a utility guy, at least in softball, may be over.

    Another thing I learned today: I am the KING of cutting baking chocolate. My goal in life is to be the next Chef Boyardee.

    The retreat ruled. I have more to post on that, but I'm tired and have to work in 6 hours, 45 minutes.

    Oh, and I'm a jerk too. But, I gotta be ME!!! I'll be the best jerk I can possibly be (which is a freakin AWESOME jerk. Cause I rule!!!!!!!)
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    May 13, 2005
    part II

    So I think maybe I am going to shave my head and start it over after this following exchange:

    Eric: Okay Ed, imagine you are a barber . . .
    Ed: Oh, are you going to explain my sudden urge to call you Skippy?
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    scissors?

    I got my hair cut today. I went to a new place. I'm very not picky about my hair, since I usually go for the buzzcut. If it's too short, it will go back.

    I told this to the barber.

    But, he seemed really worried about getting it too short. So, he begins to cut. He takes the clippers and begins to work on the back and the sides. For some reason, this takes forever. Usually, a buzz goes really quick. Then, as he goes to do the top, he does something really weird.

    He starts using scissors.

    Seriously. On a buzzcut.

    I've been getting "buzzed" since 1996, and this has never happened before.

    So anyway, the haircut looks horrible. And this is coming from a guy who is not picky at all about hair. I'm thinking about taking out a razor and just starting over.
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    friday math

    2 McDonald's breakfast burritos + classic rock internet radio + 63 degrees = awesome morning off.
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    most brilliant idea ever

    I came up with the best idea tonight.

    I'm going to start an online dating service.

    Now, you may be asking, "Tell me Eric, what is so brilliant about that. Aren't there hundreds of those??"

    I'll tell you what is so brilliant. In my online dating service, I will have it rigged to where I am the top match for every female.

    I should write a book on dating. I'm a genius.
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    May 12, 2005
    t-storm

    True story:

    Scene: 2 men, in their 20's, come into their apartment after walking in the rain. They sit at their computers.

    Thunder, followed by a car alarm

    Tommy and Eric groan in unison.

    Tommmy: Thunder just got crappy.
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    May 10, 2005
    good times

    Mel isn't allowed to read this post. Other UC students may want to not read it as well . . . .


    As of 5:15 pm, May 10, 2005, I am DONE WITH SPRING SEMESTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    HAPPY SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I'm off to be not productive. Peace out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    NOTE ALL OF THE EXCLAIMATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    May 8, 2005
    week 2

    So, game 3 of softball season was today.

    The results, not as good. We lost 16-11 today.

    We are now 2-1 on the year. Next week, a rematch with Good Shepherd Lutheran, at 2:50 pm.

    On deck for me, getting ready for finals this week.
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    May 7, 2005
    speaking of normal

    This cracked me up, especially the "explaination"





    You Are 40% Normal

    (Somewhat Normal)









    While some of your behavior is quite normal...

    Other things you do are downright strange

    You've got a little of your freak going on

    But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself


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    very bad things

    A couple of months ago, I was chatting with Ed about the movie, "The Big Lebowski." I mentioned to him that, during my first year of seminary, I would watch that movie every Monday morning while doing my translation for Greek class. He replied, "You are the worst seminary student ever."

    This morning, through several moments of rebellion, I showed just how true that statement was.

    I'm working on a paper/presentation for one of my classes. I realized this morning that a paper I did for a class 2 years ago will make a really good base for this project. One of the sources I used was an annual survey of incoming college freshmen. So, I decided that I should get a copy of this years results.

    However, there is only one place on campus to get a copy of this article . . . the faculty lounge.

    So, I drive onto campus, with my window open blaring SECULAR music. Then, I walk up to the FACULTY LOUNGE which has a sign that says NO STUDENTS!! So I SNEAK INTO the faculty lounge and find the issue that I need. Then, I TAKE the issue out of the faculty lounge, even though there is a sign that says NOT to do that. So, I take it to the library and make ILLEGAL PHOTOCOPIES of the article. Then, I SNEAK BACK into the faculty lounge and place the journal back into its place.

    Luckily, campus security never saw me.
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    greeting

    In honor of all of the mothers out there.
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    i'm normal

    It just occured to me.

    We all have issues right??

    So why do we think we are abnormal because of them? Such issues area common expirence.

    Only a perfectly well-adjusted person is weird.
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    May 6, 2005
    thoughts while at the cafe

    I got a fortune cookie that said, "Everything will come your way." I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

    One of the performers dedicated a love song to me and Eric Lawshe. The performer was male. I'm not sure how to take that.

    If I could redo one thing in my life, I would have become a piano player.

    I'm the greatest errand boy ever. I'm a mediocre sound guy.
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    highlights

    Of the last couple of days:

    Jenny (sitting at computer): What's wrong with you hotmail??
    Tommy and I (at same time): Nothing's wrong with me!!!

    Get it, hotmail, hot MALE????

    While looking for something to wear today, I found my SPAM shirt that I had retired. I brought it out of retirement.

    Tonight, we had a little party for Stephanie's sister. After Steph brought out the cake, she said we had to sing to her. So, Ed says "Sing what?? Camptown Races?" So, we sang Camptown Races instead of Happy Birthday.

    Time to watch the episode of the OC that I missed tonight. Peace out!!!
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    May 5, 2005
    irony

    Isn't it ironic that I'm not very good at encouraging other people because of my own self-esteem issues.
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    May 4, 2005
    random stuff

    So, I'm typing from my knees tonight, since Tommy stole my chair!!!!!

    I was actually happy with my worship leading tonight. I've had a recent streak of not being happy with it.

    Speaking of streaks, my free lunch streak has made it to three days. You should buy me lunch tomorrow to keep it alive.

    I'm now sitting on the printer stand I keep my keyboard on (the piano type keyboard, not the one for the computer.)

    The CSI:Miami home game is really starting to catch on. People requested a demonstration tonight at Jimmy Johns. I think we are going to put together an actualy board game to market. It will consist of: 1 pair of sunglasses and a box of cue cards for the "clue."

    Something I learned at work today: Comet is not a good thing to clean refrigerators with.

    Brent Simon is my hero.

    Ummm, I'm tired, so I'm out of random thoughts. Check back tomorrow for a nice emo post.

    Just kidding.
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    May 3, 2005
    Top 5 for May 1-7

    No change at the top two spots. Three newcomers join the top five, however.

    5. Free lunch two days in a row (and free dinner at Mel's tonight.)
    4. Doing a semesters worth of homework in one night.
    3. The CSI:Miami Home Game (check out brent's blog for a synopsis).
    2. Peter Gallagher's Eybrows
    1. The Bat Fancy.
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    May 2, 2005
    paper time

    You have to love papers that have assigned word counts rather than number of pages. The constant checking of the word count after every paragraph is one of my favorite traditions in academia.

    Unfortunately, Courier New can't help me now.

    It used to be on nights like this, I used to swear that next semester, I would be a much better student and started working on assignments ahead of time. At some point during graduate school, I realized that that would never be the case, and began to embrace my procrastination. It truely works for me.

    It's going to be a long night though. But, I'll get it done. I always do.
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    May 1, 2005
    homework

    A quick synopsis of the reading I have due on Tuesday:

    blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

    And then there is the part where he says:

    blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

    Then, of course, a review must have a response. Here is mine:

    ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
    ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
    ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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    opening day

    Thanks to all of the snow and rain last Sunday, today was the opening day of softball season 2005. So, today, the Dinsmore and Shohl Mailroom team took the field for the first time. Since we have an odd number of teams in our league, each team has one double header over the course of the season. Today was our double header.

    We opened the 2005 season against Good Shepherd Lutheran Church. Truly one of the worst teams I've ever seen. We jumped out quickly and won 18-8.

    15 minutes after the end of the first game, it was time for our second. This time we were playing a team called "Silky Smooth." I felt that with a name like that, we needed to beat them on principle. However, this team was a bit better than our Lutheran friends, and with some help by some poor pitching (by me, unfortunately), we found ourselves down 8-3 after 2 innings.

    During the third inning, things began to turn around. I figured out a mechanichal error in my motion and started pitching really well again (even better than in the first game.) Our team became more confident and we mounted a comeback. We dominated the last 4 innings, and ended up winning 15-12.

    So, after the opener, we find ourselves 2-0, and in first place.

    It's great to be playing again.
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