Blog of Billy

Lots of Georgia State joy this weekend. After a troubling Saturday trying to get the rust off from 3 debateless semesters and not finding any ballots supportive of me as a person, Nick and I finished out the tournament with nothing but wins on Sunday, ending 4-4. Sometime Sunday I found myself back in the 1AR with the blissful focus that I had been missing for entirely too long. The most rewarding win was definitely round 8, beating Harvard's bright-eyed frosh. Ole' Jason Russell knows how to cut himself a winning card. Even more exciting overall was the discovery that Nick is actually really smart and a darn good debater. He and I seem to get along pretty well in rounds, and the strategic decisions he makes are good ones. Horray for good debate partners.

Conor and Blake's impressive showing makes the University of Oklahoma 2-0 against teams from that one hoity-toity school. Do I smell a rivalry in the oven? No, that's Steenson's equally impressive pie.

A buddy from work watched the NDT documentary on his satellite style TV, and mentioned it reminded him of the MicroMachines guy. I always liked his moustache, not to mention the fact that he is Blurr.

I have a predilection toward motion. I hate sitting in traffic jams, stoplights, etc. It's a really weird counter to my hatred of change, but when I am travelling, I always feel like I need to be moving. This is one of the two reasons why I took a standby flight to Denver out of Atlanta about 3 hours early this weekend. The other reason is that the Denver airport is just better than anything Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson can offer. Denver has both a restaurant touting the name, if not the actual cooking of Wolfgang Puck, and a brand of beer that you just can't find here in Okie-ville. It's also cleaner with happier looking people. About the only thing that Atlanta's has to offer is a series of art projects on random concourse walls created by kids at Boys' and Girls' Clubs and other such local programs from around the world. Today's title, beyond being apparently a decent book, is taken from an inked creation of a girl from California. Looking through all the drawings and collages and whatnot with simple names like "Our House" and "Friends" was actually a pretty compelling way to spend an hour or so. Less compelling was the unfulfilling search for a gate specified for Hooter's Air. Hooter's Air: another reason to say something positive about "wings" that aren't in any way related to the reasons for your decisions.

Happy birthday to the P23570. Doug's plan is to get himself "tore up from the floor up," so I'm sure that there will be a story or two after this weekend.

How old is 30 again?

Midfirst is on my angry list this week. After a month of calls (totaling 5), I still don't have a renewal or replacement check card for the one that expired and then was lost. This made Georgia a little more complicated, and freaks me out a bit that I don't have access to money if I end up needing it. As long as I have something usable in my hand by the time Emporia comes around, I'll be fine.

But so could anyone.