Gentlemanly Nature Consumes Me

What a series.

The following I feel if looked up in the dictionary, would be under alternate definitions of sweet...

Our Vernacular As We Accept It. I'll jump right into my example: I take you back to whatever day it was that the words "happy" and "gay" would have their respective meanings and connotations. They are synonyms of each other, but historically the connotation for the word "gay" has evolved to mean homosexual. But what if it was the other way around?


-I hate how girls like to go to happy bars.

-Its hard to hate Reggie Bush because he looks so gay when he's playing. You know, and if he's gay, I'm gay.

-That girl looked amazing! Skirts like that make me gay.

-Did you see her boyfriend?
-Ya I did. Man does he look happy. So happy in fact, that it makes me gay thinking about it.

-Phew, I'm so gay he turned out to be happy.

Feasting Like Kings. Eebs and Kaz have decided to make an elaborate meal. The theme is Jack Daniels and the starting lineup involves a Turkey, Sweet Potatoes, Stuffing, and Giblet Gravy et al. I tried not to attach myself too much to this because the letdown would be devastating if it fell through. Last I heard the food has been purchased and the feast is on. And that's what I think is sweet, feasting. Every now and then its good to live like an emperor. For some reason, whenever I think of feasting, I think of that scene in "The Sword in the Stone," where Sir Ector and his eldest son are eating whole chickens and turkeys and throwing the scraps to their dogs. Remember yet? He has to do the dishes after the feast, Merlin helps him out, then his dad and older brother come down and try to fight the dishes. Needless to say Eebs and Kaz, I look forward to the meal.

The 37 People Who Agreed With Me In Wyoming. These maps are always sweet.

"Pimp Juice," by Nelly. You know you want to put your feet on my rug. It's that simple. [15 minutes later] Oh my goodness gracious, I just found this video, point and case. <---- This makes me gay. Very, very gay. The following I feel can be described as lame...

Fat Pat is Dead!!! When did this happen? I'm so angry. I grew up in Houston for first grade through 8th grade and during that time I started liking rap. Before Bun B, Paul Wall, Lil Keke, Big Pokey and Mike Jones there was Fat Pat and his 25 lighters. I never did figure out what that means - and now I won't get to ask him. Take my word for it that he's dead, but if you absolutely need proof, Big Hawk in Clint Dempsey's terrible song is wearing a "RIP Fat Pat" t-shirt. Eebs showed me this video and now I'm twice as angry he did. I just think it's lame this will never happen again. Wow.

The White Noise in the Library. I'm listening to it right now. It's quite noticeable and it probably does the exact opposite of its intended purpose. I'm usually listening to music when I'm in the library anyway, but now I'm forced to. For the longest time I thought the speakers were experiencing some kind of insane interference, and then when I went to complain to the librarian that the problem hadn't been fixed she lied to me and claimed "white noise." Its so Johns Hopkins to treat us like animals and do this.


I'm not ready to talk about...

The Cardinals. He who will remain nameless (Starts with an E).