Alex Trebeck

Just a quick note.

I'm sitting here and catch a whiff of ganj. I think to myself "Suppose I'll join them" obviously referring to someone presumably smoking in the basement. Then I realized I was at home. Phantom smells abound!

Printed Indexes

On location blogging, live from the Emergunz library. After developing photos this morning, I took a nap in the library, and now I'm here with time to kill. Overall the library is pretty tight. Nice chairs, the interweb, and a bathroom that no one ever uses and is perfect for on campus grumping.

Weekend Update:
Friday - Snow. Cancelled my trip back to the mother land. Dave "Skull Crusher" Roy is back stateside. I crush Pat "The Beard" Howley in an exhibition chess match at the laundrymat. I'll give it to the kid, he put up a good fight, but after I got my queen behind his lines, it was all over. Probably the first game I've played when both queens made it to the end.

Saturday - Roy clan comprised of Melissa "Bezerk" Roy, Alison "Pangea" Roy, and the aforementioned Skull Crusher visit Crimebridge. Dave was jetlagged and appeared confused. Considering he had just traveled from the opposite side of the world and to him it was 4am, I forgive him. Tight lunch at Atwoods per usual even though I tried to lobby for an alternate dining situation. I led an expedition to Harvard Square, and despite my lack of knowledge on that area I got us within a block of our destination. Victory.

Sunday - Put up some record numbers in CoD4. Mercenary Death Match was my game of choice. My top game yielded the following numbers: 31 Kills, 5 Assists, and 11 deaths. Considering the game is to 75 kills, I was involved in nearly half of them. Just shows how 1337 I am. Dave needs to fix his guy so we can tear newbs together. Took some photos. Oscars the Grouch was on the tube later. No Country puts up a good showing. Norbit got shafted yet again, this time by some French movie... lame

Anyone know of any good Boston improv places or comedy clubs? I'm looking to take in a few shows. Maybe finally slap my stand-up routine together for some open mic stuff. Bust some guts. That would be a tight summer job, stand-up comic. Is that even possible? Can I be a part time funny man? Don't ask me for my jokes. I think only two or three people have heard them.

Quick convo with Joe "Club Soda" Harris. Required reading, Catch-22. Kart/Smash battle plans are mentioned, date remains a phantom.

No pic today because I hate the library computers. Also, two posts ago, it would appear as though my picture has disappeared (I would like to thanks reader Matt "USB 2.0" Murray for pointing this out). The pic was a delightful photoshop that involved Castro and baseball. Hugo Chavez was thrown in there somewhere as well. Hilarious!

Surround Sound

Basement blogging. Seeking new music, looking to patch the holes in my lyrical offensive line. Recent music find: M.I.A.. Pretty tight beats.

Elephants. Imagine being a Roman legionnaire and seeing an elephant in battle? Would have made you rethink the world. Seriously, when would a soldier have seen an elephant before that? Then one day they battle the huns, and the the mother fuckers are riding elephants. Bonkers.

The modern day has crushed the adventurer. How many uncharted islands are there in the world these days? I would say 7-14, tops. Imagine sailing the world, hoping to Hell that you were right in the flat v round argument. Then there was the fact that you were sailing around the world... baller, original gangster.

Butt Kicking

Blogging from the living room. Shit is real word, so much less cold then my room. If our apartment was the galaxy, my room would be Hoth. Moving on...

I wore shorts on Sunday. It was great, I could almost taste the BBQ. The weather was really dank, unexplainable. Also Pat and I discovered and thoroughly crushed a baller Indian restaurant. There is already a post-blog leftover party planned, and I'm the only person on the guest list.

Milan v Arsenal on projector

I'm through with winter. Its gotten rather old by now. If it isn't going to snow then, I mean, let's just warm things up here. Get people into shorts more often. Make people believe in global warming.

Matt Murray crushed his first brew yesterday. This ensued:

Lack of solid postings lately has been brought on by mondo work in the Emersonz department. Had a lot of thing on my mind recently. Jesus, rapist, etc. Such is the life of a writer. Speaking of which, writers can work again! Huzzah!

Recently Dave Hyde has been coming at me with threats. I've shaved my beard, save my mustache and the status of whether or not my hair will share the same fate is DtD.

Goddesses. Hyde the younger once said that all Emerson girls are goddesses. At first I scoffed at his rookie remarks. But now, since I only appear at school four times a week, and I'm not bombarded with crappy Emerson folk all day, I think I can see where he was coming from. Plain and simple some Emerson girls are goddesses. But I guess that's true with the world these days.

I need to do laundry. Wheather is killing me. Spring deliver us from this winter soon...

Take Out

I was riding the T this morning, reading Bill Simmons, and Bosstones came up over my earpiece. Boston.

Crazy weather this past weekend. Cold today, snow in the future.

hAD SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO BLOG ABOUT. fORGOT IT. iNVERTED CASES!

Photography is really about making art out of things we can see with our own eyes. Almost like pointing to things and telling people to look. Open some eyes now and then.

I think my soul has repaired most of the damage following the fallout of XLII. Baseball starts soon. Which means the sun comes soon. Which means the meat and beer times come soon. Winter.