Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Jerk

A favorite quote from a favorite movie of mine "The Jerk."

"I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it".

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Cooley writing contest

I was recently awarded second place for a fictional piece I wrote a few years back called "Spine." I have to give the title credit from my oldest brother James who looked over it before I submitted it and gave me the better name. It was originally "Decadence," which looking back doesn't seem to apply as well. This was the first writing contest I have ever submitted any writing to, and I am extremely excited that anything I wrote was enjoyed or approved by anyone. I will be going to an award ceremony in the near future and am wondering if it is cool to find a date for a award luncheon? I am also looking forward to getting tickets to this years graduation who will have the guest speaker of Barack Obama, which is awesome.

A shave to remember

I have gained a fair amount of weight over this last winter, and as any dieter must know you generally need some type of cause. I figured it would be easiest to have a race, which now I've decided that I will get one final shave, after which it will be me against my beard until I get back to my featherweight of 175 pounds. I am currently at 183, and I figure returning to my previous running regiment will get me back on track. If you see me in the future with a ghastly beard you will surely see my uggo failure. The added weight of a continually growing beard might make my situation harder, but alas no one likes a chubby ZZ top.