Blog of Billy

Results for districts are in and some sleeper picks have taken the title. PCO and Norman? How does that work? I don't know. I didn't vote for them, nor did I watch the final rounds. Good for them, though, as I know that those kids work hard enough to deserve it. Victors and spoils and such.

Speak of sleeper picks, I think that I'm actually going to make some kind of online-viewable NCAA Bracket next year. This year's only had 660 points, but I did predict Michigan State's exceptional fare.

After Districts, Mike and I hit up the annual Medieval fair. Surprisingly, many of the attendees were both attractive and female. What is this world coming to? It could be that the proportion is the same, but I noticed that there were significantly more people there than there has been in years past, on the order of tens of thousands. It kind of makes me long for the days of wandering about the duck pond with Eric Buschelman in a bathrobe and tights.

Shortly after the medieval entertainment, I hopped over to Sandra's new apartment for a potluck dinner. I really like the opportunity to cook for people, and my pesto went over quite well. Patrick made the exceptional spaghetti sauce that he does, and Madeline brought a flan better than any flan I had before (not too difficult for the obvious reason). I had to ship out on the festivites a bit early so I could go out with the debate coach types and party it up in celebration of districts being over. Sometime at Lumpys, a set of young womyn in scanty attire started passing out promotional material for Coors and free beer. Something about mixing that level of sexuality and capitalism makes me skittish, so for probably the same reason that I don't go to strip clubs, I'm not going to be drinking Coors anytime soon. I'm sure that most (all) other beer companies use sexuality to sell their products, but none of the others have actually paraded such flagrant objectification in front of me as I am trying to line up my billiard shots. Pair that with the T-shirts from Al Eschbach's bar that say "Hired for Looks" and it was not a particularly good night for gender liberation.

Pope's dead. Mitch Hedberg's dead. Grandpa's dead. March is really mean.

In about the last 5 days, I've had 2 different people find me and email me, along with a serendipitous meeting with one of them at a local pizzeria. It's really exciting to start to catch up with people I miss, and I always feel bad about how slow I am to actually return the email. For those anxiously awaiting the Billy-chat, I promise it's on the way.

I've been listening to a good amount of Interpol in the last few days. I'll have to get the full albums from some(one|where) as they are very much the hipness.

CBrodt has come to the conclusion that the time change is actually caused by a scrapping-for-employment evil genie who just wants to make the world worse. This is not outside the realm of possibility as far as I'm concerned, as most of my evil genie run-ins have stolen real amounts of time from me.

I watched the pole dance of the stars.