Friday!!! Long weekend! Whooohoooo

We get to wear jeans today! When you concentrate on the little things in life, it is easy to be truly happy. Discuss amongst yourselves.

My post for the day

It's amazing how sometimes, despite eating at a good restaurant, you feel your experience was ruined by the amount of food you ate (in my case, too much).

So are we doing a rolling average?

these days upon days upon with zero Fluegers and Bebests are totally dragging natalie's average into the realm mediocrity. . .I seem to remember that Mozart wrote every day (when he was sober) and Shakespeare did not have problems with his Muse. . .even Dan Quayle managed to get out a few books, though the words couldn't seem to get past his lips. . .I could go on and on and on, or I could go to work. . .

Its been awhile...

Okay, so for those of you checking - it has been quite awhile since I posted on here and this was my fricking idea.

I would also like to say that this is not Greg's personal blog and if he would like to share his exciting weekend adventures then he should really create his own blog about Greg and then we can rename this blog "The Rate Natalie's and Greg's Blogs Blog".

I also would like to announce that I firmly believe in run-on sentences. I think they are the best.

Now down the real purpose of this entire blog -

I think Natalies blog entry about the incident concerningToni's truck deserves top blog awards. Its really the best description of a series of events ever. I have a deep, heart-felt appreciation for your stream of consciousness thinking and writing. Natalie - you win 7 Beebests for that one right there. You will also be inducted into our Hall of Fame. I too have driven this behemoth vehicle through the streets of Houston, its parking lots, and the freeway. It really is a tank on wheels. I'm quite impressed that you didn't run over any small vehicles while driving to and from Katy! That is an impressive feat my friend.

I think the obvious pandering to Wendy for the inclusion of cat pictures disqualifies you from receiving a rating for this blog. The same holds true for the blatant use of a baby picture on Thursday's blog. You are good enough without resorting to these types of sensationalist propaganda. I'm just saying.

Also, don't let Greg force you into writing about him. One swift kick to his lower shin will bring him DOWN! ACT UP! FIGHT the MAN!!! Solid.

These are my words of wisdom on this Friday afternoon.

General Musings. . .

So I never really thought that an astrophysicist could be so funny, well, in truth, I never really thought about the attributes of astrophysicists. . .who knew. . .also, not all astrophysicists are Star Wars geeks (I probably now owe George Lucas thousands of dollars for even mentioning it). . .oh yes, I had a point, I don't think that the truck v. pole incident is funny, but Natalie is hysterical (a word I typicaly avoid due to its mysogynistic etymological history). . .but I would like to add that I think Natalie's "free-lance" writing is much better than that prompted by the cookie-craving office-mice. . .maybe it's easier to be funny when actually inspired rather then merely complying. . .

I do wonder occassionally (maybe twice now, in my entire life) what discrete math is. . .i'm guessing it's something Enron wouldn't know about. . .maybe it's mathematicians reading literature or philosophy in cheap motel rooms that can be rented by the hour. . .

oh yeah, Mr. Flufferkins would like the entire interweb to know that his name is Gizmo, and that anyone who attempts to summon His Lordship with "Mr. Flufferkins" will have their eyes clawed out. . .just like Oedipus but different. . .

it's a shame that some people don't love their bouncy dogs enough to get them on the internet. . .

:) wendy

Five Fluegers and a Beebest!

Ok, I feel bad for T, but Natalie's tale of her debacle in my future apartment complex is so vivid and well written that I can hear the metal scratching against that damned yellow post. I have never been in an accident -- this hardly qualifies as an accident -- and I've never seen anyone do something like this, but all I keep imagining in my head is Tommy Boy. Except I have a much closer resemblence to Chris Farley than our spritely Natalie. So what does this lead me to believe? I, who also drive a "ginormous" Silverado, will have to exit that gate every day after June 3rd. Will I do so in peril? With a thrilling rush of adrenaline, knowing that I have accomplished what our great astrophysicist could not? Am I such a master of angles and trajectories, li'l ol' me, Greg, who could bearly pass physics in 10th grade, and who still has trouble finishing a game of billiards (which is "all about angles")? Who would have thought that such an incident, insignificant in the overarching history of the galaxy, would create such questions deep in my soul? I hardly know who I am anymore, and all because Natalie, our very own member of the Royal Academy of Science, couldn't fit the square peg through the square hole. I guess my dreams of working in close proximity to a great mind will have to continue being just that... dreams.


(Natalie -- No hard feelings. My brother, driving my dad's car for the first time and pulling into a Mcdonalds drive through, tore up the entire side of the car against one of those damned poles. And he didn't even have to squeeze between two of them, he could have easily made a wider turn. You had to fit a square peg through a square hole. He just had to drop the peg without it hitting anything, and failed.)

On a side note, can we just say what a great lesson in Crisis Prevention this is? I bet those ACT kids never saw such calm and control under extreme amounts of distress.

I got my own post!

Check it out! I'm famous! http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=demeter

Here's an exerpt:

This post is all about Greg

Greg believes that he should receive a larger share of my blog's attention. Though I hesitate to reward such demands--I'm setting poor expectations for the way I anticipate responding to such whining in the future--I'm going to go ahead and give him his own post. I didn't have anything planned for today's entry anyway.
So. Greg. I don't know much about Greg. He's from New York, which is a strange place to be from around here. In Houston you're probably ten times more likely to hail from Vietnam than from New York.
Greg has an odd prejudice against non-Greek-owned diners (or should I say '"diners"'?). I'd always thought the diner was a stereotypically American sort of thing, but maybe that's just a reflection of my diner ignorance (or miseducation/brainwashing at the hands of the Food Network).
Greg would also like you to read this amusing story about his recent high school reunion. What can I say--the kid's got real blogger potential, doncha think?
And that's all I have to say about Greg. Ta ta!

Natalie thinks I have blogger potential. Take THAT! Toni, Kyle and Wendy! And oh yeah, I got dibs on the Millie costume for the party on the 20th. And on the 27th I'm going to win the lottery and share it with all of you. Well, all of you except Wendy, that is. Ha.

My eyeball hurts.

Greg's weekend, Part Deux

Ok, so I realize I left out lots of stuff. Like the fact that I got around 7 hours of sleep for the whole weekend. Also, the most amazing story...

So, this morning I had to leave at the butt-crack of dawn to catch my plane in New York. When we awoke, there were three of us in the room... there were supposed to be four. Where was George? I call his phone. No answer. It's not even on, and I just get his voicemail. We have to leave, so I leave a key to my room with our friends down the hall. We make jokes about who we think he is with.

So where did he go? The mack-daddy himself went to this girl's lake house with ten of her female friends. He was the only guy in the car, the only guy at the house. And who was the girl? Well, she is someone George never could have gotten with in high school. She was mean in high school, a real b i t c h. (that's bee eye tee see aich). I liked to think that her heart was just a lump of cigarette ashes, that how much of a terrible person she seemed.

So we leave tommy behind. I call him from the airport today, and he tells me the story. The most amazing part, besides that George got with this amazingly good-looking lady? He was like, "Greg, she's changed. she's really sweet and not the mega-cold witch that we all knew and hated." and I was like, "George, she's evil!" and he was like "no, she's not. And she's slammin'."

I couldn't argue with that point.


Change of topic: Some rules about diners.

1. Diners must be owned by persons of Greek descent. If tit isn't, it won't be a diner for long because it will go out of business.
2. Diners cannot be a chain. There are some near-diners, like Denny's. But there's something wrong about Denny's, in that they are not unique. Because they are a chain. So I guess, rule number three:
3. Diners must be unique.
4. Diners must be open 24 hours, and
5. Diners must serve breakfast 24 hours a day.
6. Diners must serve lunch and dinner 24 hours a day. (Hence, IHOP: not a diner, even if you ignore the chain rule).

We walked into a psuedo-diner at four in the morning on Saturday, sat at the counter and waited a few minutes. Then Art said "How long will it take to get a hamburger in this joint?" and the waitress said "I don't know." The rest of the customers laughed. They had been there for more than an hour. We up and left. That "diner": not run by Greeks.

Greg's Nutmeg State Adventures

This weekend was my five-year reunion from my high school in Connecticut. My liver now hurts terribly, and I think I burst a blood vessel in my eyeball, but otherwise, it was an absolutely fantastic time. Saturday night we had open bar at a restaurant in Waterbury (the very-formerly fantastic brass capital of the world; almost all of the brass casings made for the bullets of WWI were made in Waterbury). All the PBR you could drink, which was quite a lot. My friends may be able to drink more than me overall, but I was definitely lapping them the first couple of rounds (my first couple of rounds, their first round).

It was good to be able to see my old friends, most importantly my very close friends. I decided about half an hour into Friday night (After about twenty conversations that all followed this pattern: "Charlie!! How's it going, man? So what are you doing now?" (the alternative line, "So where are you?" was also popular) that I wasn't going to waste my time talking to people I didn't really want to talk to, and spend my very valuable time with the friends I hadn't seen in a long time. So I spent a lot of time with the crew I hung out with every day at school.

It's odd seeing these people in such a different setting, a more grown up one. We were in such a non-real place, that many relationships weren't made because of the extreme adolecent situation we were in at boarding school. There are a lot of people who I wasn't friends with then that I think I could become very good friends with now, if we still were in the same location.

I also played in the alumni lacrosse game on Saturday, which was a lot of fun. We had six guys from my graduating class playing, and it turns out our team from 2000 has become a bit of a legend -- going undefeated and being ranked number one in the nation... it's pretty much downhill from there. So we got a group picture with all the aught-aughts after the game. Too bad I forgot my camera.

OK, enough about me for now. I'm still a bit upset that I haven't been alluded to in natalie's blog. I think her three month rolling rating (as opposed to a post by post rating) should be about a 2 right now on the Wendy Scale, and would get her only one Flueger out of five.

The real Natalie's Blog Address

Is this: http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=demeter. Sorry for the confusion. In the true spirit of blogdom, I won't delete the previous post which showed such an aggregious error. Hope everyone had a good weekend.