sunday slobday

So today I am blogging purely because I need to kill some time.  Breaking Bad premiers tonight at 9 central (aka fake time) and it's only 5:41 as I'm starting this blog.  Also the cable in my living room is not working.  It's working in my room but I don't get HBO in my room so essentially it's worthless.  Amazing how quickly I become conditioned to luxury.  They call me the spoiled child.  I could go to the skatepark but I already showered today and everybody knows you're not allowed to shower twice in a day.  So, here I am today.  Blogging away.  In the shade.  Styling my hair with pomade.  But not really that.  But maybe I will start doing that.  But really I won't.  Here is your sunday blog.  COMMENCE.

Did you guys know that commencement really means beginning?  I love english so much.  I was about to go on a rant about how much I hate english, but then I realized how unbelievably awesome it is.  You know what it does?  Puts us all up on a pedestal.  Oh, you don't know how to speak the most confusing language known to man?  You must be an idiot and get out of my country.  And on top of that, America is so jacked that if you don't speak english you can't make it in international business/relations.  The worst language has become the default language for international stuff.  America is awesome.  You know what the most logical international language would be?  Norwegian.  My boy Daniel, the only Norwegian guy I know, told me that Norwegian is close enough to Swedish and Danish that you can have conversations where one person is speaking Norwegian and the other person is speaking Danish/Swedish.  You know what the coolest part about this little language love triangle is?  It's really just a love angle, because people speaking Danish and Swedish can't understand each other.  Danish and Swedish intersect at a point, and that point is Norwegian.  How cool is that?  That's like some super meta world peace stuff.  I mean, of course if norwegian was the powerhouse language, then only people in those 3 slavic countries would benefit, but who cares?  Also this is interesting.  Literally the only 3 countries that I was going to name with English as it's national language don't have a national language.  Freaking internet.  You only show me the most useful information.

Moving on to my next thought, I would like to give my girl Brittany a shoutout for finishing ortho without needing a psych evaluation or picking up a drug habit.  I know I tell you this all the time when you do things that don't merit pride at all, but for real I am actually so proud of you this time!  They call you the musculoskeletal master.  Nicknames are better with alliteration.  As are real names.  And really all word coupling.  I will do my best from now on to bundle blocks of words with the same starting letters.  I intentionally did it more than two times last sentence to keep my covenant.  It seems as though my blog will be using the thesaurus much more.  And now I have lost patience with this.

I have had the fortune of being able to go to the skatepark three times this past week.  This has been very exciting for me.  Not only does it give me the opportunity to sweat profusely and wear pants when it is contraindicated, it allows me to meet people that also enjoy skateboarding.  This is something that I have looked forward to for some time.  I have managed to meet many men manipulating man-made plywood platforms, performing perilous stunts standing and sliding solely on slippery skateboards.  Did that sentence make sense?  Maybe.  But really, that's the end of alliteration blog.  Also I'm a literary genius.  But really, meeting grown people with wives (one each), children (plausibly more than one), and houses (1+/- 1) gives me hope for the future.  A future where I can be old and skate my miniramp that I built until my body gives out.  A future where all the neighbor kids want to come skate my ramp and I chase them away with a broom, but it's really just a joke because I have 12 year old friends and I'm not even a Chester the child molester or anything, despite what my fantasy football team name and hidden file on my computer called "favorite books" might suggest.  A future where I can continue to make poop jokes and write this blog forever, but somehow people actually respect me as an adult.  I'm talking about having my cake and eating it too people.  Because this is AMERICA and I should be able to dip my fried chicken fingers into fake cheese product sauce and then throw it up after so I can still be attractive and then when my teeth rot from the stomach acid exposure I get fake teeth that are even stronger and whiter than my old teeth and I don't even notice the difference after a few years.  That's what I'm TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE.  The real American dream isn't owning a house and giving your kids a better life than you had, because my life is totally awesome and I'm way less responsible than my parents; the American dream is about skateboarding into your forties up to the point that you need new legs and then they give you titanium robot legs that make you able to ollie way higher than you ever did before.

And THAT is the kind of rant you people come here for.  Skateboarding, america, pedophilia, cake, prosthetics.  This one had it all.  Here's your gif.  I'm out.

midterms are over

Well everyone, midterms are over now so I might be able to take a little time out to blog a bit more often.  I know you're all super happy about that.  You don't have to tell me, because I know you are.  But you can tell me if you want.  But you don't have to.  But you can.

You know the best part about midterms being over?  The increase in skateboarding time.  I literally haven't skated in a month, and it's starting to eat my soul.  Just so we're clear, non-skateboarding is the same as the dementors getting to you.  Silly Dudley.  You're so fat and not very smart.  I wonder if JK Rowling will ever write another epilogue that explains Dudley's adult life.  JV girls soccer coach, a couple DUI's, maybe a menial labor job?  Who knows, they sky is the limit.  And by the sky I mean bussing tables at sky bar.  Cougars all day err day.  And by that I mean Saturday nights 8-1am.

I would also like to tell all of you that I'm essentially an adult now.  I started making my bed now that I live in a real place.  I clean up after myself.  I stay at school during my breaks and study (or blog).  I listen to books on tape.  The one thing that I don't like about having moved is my poop schedule.  I used to go home every day at lunch and have a nice poop.  But that is no more. I'm pooping in way too many different places at way too many times of the day.  It used to be 11:10 every day.  And now it's just a poop schedule that I used to know.  So sad

Another huge update on my life:  I started wearing short socks again.  After about a year of wearing crew socks I recently decided to start wearing short socks again.  My legs are so much cooler.  Not really that much cooler but a little bit cooler.  It's innovation. On a related note I really like 3/4 sleeve t shirts.  For some reason my proximal upper extremity enjoys being covered more than my distal lower extremity these days.  Ah, the mysteries of science.  Maybe particle physicists will figure out someday why these things happen.  But probably not.  But maybe.  Definitely not.

Well I hope all of you mature grad students out there are making it through your exams, because if I'm having exams you all must be having exams too.  I refuse to be punished alone.  Cameron, if you're reading this, I hope the west coast sucks and you are miserable.  If you start thinking about making friends out there, remember what I taught you in college.  NOBODY TALKS TO YOU.  Here is your gif.

blaarrrrgggghh

Good evening one and all.  Today is July 8th, and I will be blogging today.  It has been a wild 10 days or so, and you all deserve the honor of learning about my life.  I guess here goes it.

First and foremost, I have officially moved.  I moved last Saturday to St. Charles, MO.  Tis a silly place.  I now live with 3 dudes (WE NEED MORE DUDES) and two dogs.  Did I mention that I'm living with two dogs?  Because I love my life.  I also started listening to books on tape during my commute to school and packing changes of clothes for my various daily activities.  Doing adult things, you know.  Also I went an entire week without having a dresser, which was interesting.  Just living like a hobo out of my bags, but also not like a hobo because of the HBO and air conditioning and credit cards.  I have a feeling I'm going to like it here.  I also have tv now!  And I'm thinking about getting a rug for my room.  I'm all grown up.  But also not grown up at all.

Also, it was recently America Day, and I celebrated like every good American does, with barbecued food, beer from the keg, a 20-ish team cornhole tournament, and, of course, a big slip n slide.  I sprayed people in the face with hoses while they slipped and slided for like 2 hours with my boy black doug.  And, I should mention, Doug and I won the cornhole tournament.  I should mention also that never before had a game of cornhole meant so much to so few.  Never before has a game of cornhole been so insignificant.  I'm sorry that nobody who reads this anymore knows what I'm talking about.  That's just what you get here.  Jokes that don't hit the target audience.  Spray pee.  And I'm a good bbqer

Also, I went on a camping/float trip a few weeks ago.  I'm not sure if I blogged about this yet because it was a while ago, but I'll just say that we got to level 3 big time.  I snapped one of these onto my own face, managed to lose my phone and my favorite new hat, and also have a lot of fun.  Logan people will know all these stories already, but I would not like to post them on the internets.  Feel free to ask me about them privately.  The stories are good and the self-esteem is low.  But seriously, camping is awesome and I need to do it way more.  I like the woods.

Last week was also midterms.  We had a lot of tests, and I did not like it.  Friday I had 3 exams.  I did not like that either.  But seriously, this semester is already halfway over.  How weird is that?  Time flies when you're continually on the verge of heat exhaustion.  That was a joke because we've been over 100 for 10 days now, and that is a high number of Fahrenheit degrees (for all my scandanavian readers, thats about 40 C, or about 313 K.  Gotta know those conversions people.  For Science.

Speaking of science, I assume you al heard about  my boy Higgs and his Boson being found.  Cost my boy Stephen Hawking 100 big boys.  You know what's really cool? particle physics.  You know what I'm probably not smart enough to comprehend?  particle physics.  I don't know what that higgs boson picture means.  But it looks cool and I like the colors.  It's so pretty.  Also this weekend was harry potter weekend, and this week was star wars marathon.  All the best movies were this week.  Just in time to distract me from midterm activities.  I've also encountered a lot of good gifs, but I'm sure that I won't be able to find any now that I need them.  But here I will try.  Good day to you all.

in honor of hp weekend

and because it feels so right

the blogpire strikes back

I am writing a blog today because of a recent facebook post by my boy mattbnot.  I told him, if you remind him, he will blog.  And THE BLOGGER DELIVERS.  Blog to all of your faces

Let's see, what has happened since my last blog besides EVERYTHING IMPORTANT EVER.  But seriously only like 1 thing has happened.  I went home and got to hang out with my niece.  I will not be posting pictures onto this website to preserve her innocence.  Although, most of this blog is incoherent and about poop, so at her current state the two are very similar.  Poop and squirming around.  And I must say, I have never been more impressed or psyched on something that does so little.  Ever seen a baby's poop face?  Do yourself a favor and go hang out with a baby and watch them poop.  Hands down funniest thing I've seen in at least a month.  Uber concentration and maximal contraction.  And she even tucks her knees up toward her chest to get a proper trajectory.  If that's not evidence that we share a common ancestor with monkeys, nothing is.  Monkeys throw poop and humans try to poop cannon from birth.  You can't explain that.  Except you can.  Evolution!

I feel like I should comment on the heat thunder game last night.  Did Lebron really go out with cramps in the fourth quarter?  I haven't read anything about it yet, but it seems as though he sat out the last 3 minutes of the game with cramps.  First of all, basketball is so incredibly undemanding that it's shocking  that anyone who has been casually playing for longer than like 2 weeks would cramp up.  Secondly, CRAMPS? are you kidding me?  Put down your pregame book and eat a freaking banana or something.  And somehow he's healthy enough to knock down a spot up 3 one second and then completely incapable of playing 2 seconds later?  Ok I just read that it really was cramps.  That's absurd.  Is he systemically hypoxic or does he have some sort of endocrine disease that would lead to some freak electrolyte deficiency?  You get a break like every 3 minutes in your sport.  How are you not in good enough shape to not get cramps?  We talkin bout cramps.  Not a sprain, not a strain.  Cramps.  See what I did there?  I wish I could like Lebron so I wouldn't look like such a whiner, but come on.  We talkin bout cramps.  Mario Chalmers is good though.  Dude's from alaska.  Looks pretty alaskan to me, I guess. 

I am going camping this weekend, and I am also going to shoot guns and go fishing.  Jealous?  You better be unless your name is Doug or Kelly, in which case you will be doing all those things with me and you have no need to be jealous.  Also it's gonna be like 97 out this weekend, which gives me a 65% chance of dying by sunday.  So thats pretty awesome.  Add that to the guns, and I have a 66% chance of dying this weekend.  Put these in the optimal order: Beers, camping, gun shooting, fishing, river floating, soccer.  If you picked any order that put Beers after gun shooting, congratulations!  You are still alive.  If you picked the opposite of that, congratulations!  You now know the answer to the timeless question, "what happens to people when they die?"  and also you are dead so you can't tell anyone.  Sucks dude.  I love shooting guns.  This is gonna be awesome.  This weekend is gonna be awesome.  Any time I'm not in lecture is awesome.  Awesome.  Time to google awesome and post the first picture that shows up.

I also like the 80's

It's already stupid hot around here.  like 90's err day.  And I'm gonna punish myself today by going for a run outside.  but then I will be unpunished because I will be beering and pooling myself after.  Oh summer semester, you saucy minx you.  Punishing me with endless hours of lecture that paradoxically eventually end and then you unpunish me with beers and pool time.  You get in my head and give me a lobotomy and then give me stem cell therapy to regenerate lost neurons in an experimental treatment that hasn't been shown to succeed except by anecdotal evidence.  It's a story as old as time.

The last thing I would like to touch on before I go back to lab to learn how to auscultate hearts like a big boy is the euro cup.  Today is the first day withuot a euro cup game in almost 2 weeks.  I already feel the withdrawal.  What am I going to do once euro cup is gone?  Talk to people during lunch?  Pretend to care about gymnastics olympics qualifying?  Guys, this isn't the winter olympics ok?  There's no curling, so stop trying to hype it up.  Wait a second.  They have field hockey in the summer olympics.  MEN'S field hockey.  Count me in.  But more about euro cup.  Every lunch period we inevitably had about 15 soccer dudes watching the game, and then like 12 guys who have never played in their lives watching with us.  Here is what I don't get about people who don't watch or play soccer.  How do you have an opinion on soccer?  How is it that people manage to have an opinion on things they know literally nothing about?  I don't have an opinion on African fashion or southeast asian politics.  I don't have an opinion on 26-dimension vs 10 dimension string theory.  Do your brain a favor and stop trying to talk to me about why you don't like soccer.  "I hate that they dive.  Why don't they just shoot the ball?  Why can't you just run the ball down the field by yourself?  Why are they passing backwards?  What's with those stupid haircuts?"  Alright I'll give you that they have stupid hair.  But that's more of a europe thing than it is a soccer thing.  Asia is worse.

OK I have to go back to school now.  Keep reminding me and I will keep blogging.  Remember what that ghost said to Kevin Costner in the book that Field of Dreams spoofed, "Blog of Dreams":  If you remind him, he will blog.  Here's your gif.

finding a gif is always the hardest part

Asians.

So it's been two weeks

I honestly can't believe it's been 2 weeks since my last post.  What have I been doing, you ask?  You know, class, working, looking for a new place (which I found and will be discussing later), going on awesome trips, living the dream, and also doing other things.  Sometimes you gotta grow up and actually do things with your time instead of sitting on your uncomfortable couch and writing nonsense into the internet.  But only sometimes.  And that sometimes is not now.  SO without further ado, here is some discussion about poop.

I have had an absurd poop schedule the last 3 days.  But before I discuss that, I have to tell you about my weekend.  I only pooped twice from friday at one until monday at 6.  I was in Ohio at my girl Anna's lake house, and I didnt want to punish her parents or any of the 5 dogs there, so I just held my poops until times where nobody would be bothered by them.  Which ended up being two times.  In the 24 hours starting at 6pm central time on Monday, I pooped 4 times.  As most of you probably know, I'm like a 8 poops a week kind of guy.  Simple math will tell you that was a LOT of poops(SFL).  And since then I'm on like a 3 poops a day schedule.  I thought at first I just had a lot of poop saved up from the weekend, but I see now that I clearly have AIDS and I'm going to die soon.  So if you don't hear from me, assume the worst.

Another thing I would be remiss to not mention: I think I found where I am going to live for the next 16 months or so.  And it is a seriously grownup house.  I'm talking clean carpets, sinks, toilets, and people who aren't currently full time students residing inside.  And, the best part, TWO dogs living on the premises.  Guess how many dogs I would have settled for: 0.  But I get two.  You know what that means?  I'm in dude.  You had me at two dogs.  I could multiply the number of dogs I would have settled for by a freaking infinity and not even made two dogs.  Given, I would be using the worst possible math function for this situation, but that's ok because I made my point.  And one of them is named ZEUS (yeah that dog is hercules, but that means this dog is technically his dad).  I don't even remember the other one's name because zeus is such a kickass name.  I'm gonna play the crap out of those dogs, and then help clean up the poop because I'm gonna live in a nice house.  Boom I'm an adult.  And this also means I get to get rid of a bunch of stuff.  I think I'm gonna put it all into boxes and try to sell it to  some of those dudes on the pawn shop shows.  And then they'll be screwed because I have nothing valuable.  Suck it pawn guys.

Oh I suppose the most important thing that has happened in the past two weeks is that my niece was born.  And that is why they call me uncle drew, in case those of you have been confused by my facebook status.  She is 6 days old, and already partying like a boss.  She sleeps with her hands above her head, so clearly all that party rap Bridget listened to during pregnancy paid off because she is clearly throwing her hands in the air, and she does not appear to care.  I will not be posting pictures of her on here, but if you wanna see some, just ask me and you can get a picture text.  Unless you are Zisk, in which case I will be sending it to you anyway so you can be punished.  I have also heard that she poops a lot, so we are going to get along great.  She has apparently already gone through 4 successive diapers within the amount of time it takes to change 4 diapers.  And I am given to believe that she has tried to pee on my mom as well, so that's something we have in common.  I think me and my girl Emily (who I will be calling Ice Box) are gonna be tight.  I bet she tries to puke on me in two weeks when I go home to visit.  I will high five her.  She will call me "uncle Jew" and then I will teach her about anti-semitism and world war 2 and how the holocaust was not cool.  And then she will learn how to pronounce her R's.  All in one weekend.  I have some historical reading to do.

I have had some weird dreams during my poop-infested last couple days.  The one I remember the most is the one where I kept dropping all my skateboards into the lake, and lake monsters kept trying to take it from me.  Also I had a really cool car and my friend Mike was there.  Obviously the lake represents the abyss that is grad school, and dropping my boards represents that I need to drop out of school and commit full time to skateboarding so that I can be a bum who is OK at skating.  Also I learned how to wakeboard this weekend, so that could be it.  Lake.  Boards.  Monsters.  One eyed monsters.  I'm probably gay now.  That's what most dreams mean anyway.  Sorry Brit.

As usual, here is where I promise to try to blog more, but we all know that I may not succeed.  I appreciate all of your patience and I hope that I can live up to your expectations.  But mostly suck it I'm in grad school and I have stuff to do, but also don't suck it I'm gonna try.  I'm gonna have a couple gifs for you today because my boy Tim dropped me a dime-piece today on the book of faces, and I like to give you a little gif of my own.  So thank you Tim, both for the gif and for using it as a subtle hint to write a freaking blog already.  I hope you have enjoyed my (non)jokes about teaching my infant niece about mass murder.  Here are your gifs.

OK you get 3 because this last one is really funny too.  But also I cry evr tim.

Yo dog

So school is back in full swing here in the midwest.  And with that so is my quest for a new place to live.  I went last night to check out this house that I may or may not live in for the next 16 months.  I got there and the girl who owns the house looked like 25 maybe?  Weird right?  she owns the place by herself.  Pretty awesome.  She also had her friend over, and I didnt really think twice about it butin retrospect it was definitely so I couldn't just kill her and steal her stuff.  I would have to kill at least 2 people quickly and quietly in a quiet neighborhood for that to work out.  Pretty good idea on her part.  It made me think that maybe I should have gone with somebody too, to make sure nobody raped me either.  But then I remembered, I'm super jacked and super tan, so I don't have to worry about that.  To those of you not familiar with that man, I'll see you in school tomorrow.  But the more I think about finding a place to live on craigslist, the more I like it.  I'm gonna live with complete strangers in a house in a place that I know nobody.  I'm essentially going on the real world, but probably with less racial diversity.  I'll be the crazy one from Boston who's always fighting people and my new landlord/roommate will be the white girl who always causes drama and I don't know what my other potential roommate will be, but I can assure you that he will fill a niche in the story playing out 100% in my head.  I know those pictures didn't totally make sense, but they made sense to my internal monologue, and that's what you came here for, so let's move on to something else.

Being back in school reminds me why I really don't know why I go to school.  Sure I'm gonna end up doing something really cool, but I'm also wasting my early twenties in the dark trying to not get caught looking at stuff I'm not that interested in reading on my phone.  Except on days like today when I got to go to the skatepark for like 2.5 hours and learn how to skate bowls.  That's a good day.  But in all seriousness, who else really just wants to drop out and be a complete leach to society with me?  I'm talking welfare, food stamps, spending it all on skateboard equipment and then never actually get any better at skating, just stockpile skateboards in my government supplied studio apartment.  I'm talking wasting all my potential and letting people use me as an example about how our generation has no work ethic even though most of us will have to work harder than our parents for a less promising future.  THANKS BABY BOOMERS THAT WAS SO NICE OF YOU I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU LOOKING OUT FOR US I'M SERIOUS YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST.  I'm talking taking loans out for a business that I don't plan on starting, blowing it all on ring pops and then defaulting on my loan payments and declaring bankruptcy, only to work really hard to get my credit back up and do it again.  Let's do it guys.  What's that?  That's a terrible idea and I'm already halfway done with grad school so I should just suck it up for another 18 months?  Alright I suppose you're right.  You guys are always so helpful.  I don't know what I would do without you.  Probably never even think of these things to begin with because I wouldn't write this stupid blog to entertain you all so that you can have a moment of joy in your otherwise life-sucking graduate school existence.  And on that note congratulations to Brittany for finishing finals today!  WOOOOOO!  You're already a year in and you're doing so great yaaaaaaaaay! (But really, we all hate ourselves too.  You're not alone, although I am really worried about you and I think you should probably go for a second psych eval).  You see that joke was funny!  But really if you want that off the internet that can be arranged.  For a price.  No filter EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The summer has officially begun.  I know it's not that hot back on the east coast but it's hot here so it's time for some celebration.  So on that note I will be leaving you, but not before I drop a gif.  Ch-Ch-Checking this out!

I'm overdue

I'M BACK TODAY EVERYONE! HAVEN'T YOU ALL MISSED ME?  What's that?  I havent blogged in like 3 weeks and you're giving me the cold shoulder to punish my transgressions?  Well thats too bad for you, because I can never tell if you read this crap anyway and I'm gonna be writing the same nonsense anyway!  BOOYAKASHA

Well a lot has happened since my last blog.  And by a lot I mean I have done almost nothing.  And it has been GLORIOUS.  Do you know how nice it is to literally have 0 important things to do for almost a month?  It is pretty nice.  I have liked it.  Let's see, what can I tell you about?  I passed boards, so that was cool.  The scores were up for about 10 days before I got around to checking them, so that was good too.  They call me the cool cucumber.  On a related note, I got 3 new pairs of pants today.  So now I get to throw away all my pants with holes in the crotch.  And by throw away I mean cut into shorts, even though that won't at all fix the crotch hole.  But cutoff shorts are too funny to not have, so that's a plus.  And I get to be as trendy as this bad boy right here, so I'm gonna be rocking it all summer long.  But we all know that in reality I will look like this.  This is gonna be a good blog.

So I'm sure most of you have heard that my boy Barack has supported the gays marrying.  And I gotta say I've enjoyed reading people's facebook posts about it.  Because really that's the important thing in life; reading the comments section.  Most of the time I don't even bother reading articles anymore, I just read the comments, because that's where you get the realness.  What I really want to know is what Anonymous thinks about Obama's real secret agenda is and how he wants to make a time machine to go back and make America lose WW2, and also I want to know why libocrat644 thinks it's the Republicans fault that we don't have universal money fountains for people making less than $250,000 a year.  But seriously, don't real comments sections.  You'll never get out.  It's the black hole of the internet.  SPEAKING ABOUT BLACK HOLES, I've been reading Stephen Hawking's "A brief history of time" very slowly because I've been taking a lot of naps, and IT IS SO FREAKING GOOD.  You know what a black hole is for real?  Because I didn't until yesterday.  It's a star that has collapsed into such a dense body that no light can escape it's gravitational field.  Because GRAVITY BENDS LIGHT.  Also science is freaking cool.  Really go read that book it's unreal.  Your mind will be blown.  And if it's not then, well,

Seriously though.  Read it.  Relativity.  It's super cool.  I had to read the paragraph on space-time like 5 times, and I still don't even really 100% get it.  Freaking Einstein and stuff.  It's pretty awesome.

I also got a new pair of running shoes this past week or so.  They are unbelievable.  Buy new balance shoes.  They literally feel like running on clouds, but if that clouds were made of elastin and also had contractile properties that doubly sprung you forward with every step.  I'M THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE.  But really I'm not.  But maybe in an alternate universe I am.  I am all things, and I am nothing.  BOOM philosophized.  Put that on a picture of Carl Sagan and put it in the internet, because I'm deep bro.

I had a sad realization today.  And by today I mean 2 days ago.  May 8th, 2012.  I'm moving out of my apartment in early July, and that means that I will probably be sharing a bathroom.  And that means that my individual toilet paper usage counting will be coming to an end.  End of an era.  That means I'm gonna have to find some other new strange thing to write about here.  I am so sorry to all the loyal fans of toilet paper counter.  I promise to continue being strange enough on a regular basis to entertain you during your long hours in lecture.  Because all my readers are grad students.  And on that note I will have to leave you to go skateboarding.  Because I'm going to hang out with my boy Andy tomorrow and it is of the utmost importance that I can do tricks.  So here is your gif.