More Totally Random Updates 

First of all, I'd like to congratulate Patriot Paradox for getting Emperor Misha's vote in the showcase. I'm really impressed (and a little jealous). Now, back to SIT business. I will not be posting much this week. That is not a possibility; it is simply reality. I have an obscene amount of work to do, and I don't want to screw up my first semester of college with bad grades, so I need to concentrate on that. I'll make up for it when I go back home to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving break. I'll have nothing to do for 5 days but sit at the computer and play drums (not at the same time, of course). I have a philosophy paper to write today, and I really need to get started now. Maybe I'll post an excerpt on the blog just to provide some new content.

Before I go, I want to share some slightly non-political anecdotes from yesterday. It was Saturday, and Syracuse had a home game (which they won, in case you didn't know), so I had to be there for marching band things. One of our tenor (the drum, not the saxophone) players said a couple things that were probably funnier to those of us who heard them, but are still worth blogging about. For the first one, I need to give a little background. Marching band is a disciplined activity, so we have various commands we have to follow. For example, when the drum major says, "band, atten-hut!" we yell "pride!" and stand at attention. The aforementioned tenor player likes to mess with this procedure and yell different words, but they're usually not that funny. However, at the end of rehearsal yesterday, the drum major said the usual "band, atten-hut!" and instead of saying "pride," he yelled "Babylonian coin!!!" Once again, this is probably one of those things that's funnier to hear than to read, but...Babylonian coin? What the F is that?

The second story is also about the tenor player (I hope he doesn't read this). In college, the visiting team usually doesn't bring their marching band, but for some reason, Temple did. When they were warming up, our subject started talking to their drumline and playing their tenors, and one of their tenor players, a black guy with that "cornrows" hairstyle, basically told him to go f**k himself. He came back to us with that story and said that he wanted to show off his skills to teach them a lesson. At first, he referred to the one who yelled at him as a "guy with cornrows," but he thought that might be offensive, so he eventually said, "I'll show that...person of a different ethnicity from me...which has nothing to do with why I hate him!" I turned to him and said, "that's the best disclaimer I've ever heard." And it was.

Okay, I think I'm done now. The guy across the hall just yelled "DAMN IT! THEY SUCK!" So I'm guessing a football game isn't going well. I can't concentrate with this crap going on. I'll leave you with a couple more fun facts: according to my roommate, it's illegal in New York to milk another person's cow or sell your own eyes, and it's illegal in Nebraska to fish for whales or burp in church. That's good to know.