Notes
- I was reading through the comments from my last blog, and bchang's question on urinal selection reminded me that I wrote something more in depth about bathroom etiquette in general a while back. So I used the handy search function on Blogger and it pointed me to 11/26/02's entry. Then I realized that more than a year ago, almost the exact same thing happened as the scene triggering last week's blog. And I even wrote about it, but forgot in the time since that it happened. I guess I actually have seen someone reading at the urinal, except this time it was a book, not a magazine. Man.... I've been writing so long that I'm starting to repeat myself without even knowing it. Maybe I should start selling my archives to be posted in syndication somewhere.
- As for the questions/concerns in those comments, refer to the old blog for my urinal selection policy. To clarify, I'd say that picking the short urinal for no reason is kind of stupid, but it's not a big deal if you have to. The "one urinal buffer" rule definitely takes precedence, and all these rules generally apply whether dividers are present or not.
The comment by Anonymous highlights some important concerns about my "lightsaber" terminology, which I should probably address here while I have the chance. To clarify, let me just say firstly that it's just a model, and not one that's necessarily built to scale. You're right, even if you are very above average, it most likely doesn't stack up to a lightsaber. Also, it sounds like you might be misunderstanding the model itself. Like the concept of a lightsaber, you start with just the handle, but the rest is the beam of "energy" that extends and flows from the handle. If you are still confused, email me and I can draw a picture for you with captions and everything - it takes a little bit of thought and imagination to understand, but honestly, it wasn't supposed to be a major thinker. In any case, I'll consider changing my terminology on that one to "the Schwartz" for future reference.
- There aren't too many negatives that I can associate with March Madness, but this morning I did have one such experience. Browsing ESPN.com for tournament coverage, I clicked on one of the links to a story on the "NCAA tournament". Then I wasted a good amount of my precious time reading this article before realizing that it was about the Women's NCAA tournament. Stupid web designers at ESPN.com failed to make that distinction a clear one. Since the story was talking a lot about UConn and Duke and stuff, I didn't even notice that I got shysted until they started talking about Penn State as a top seed. I was like "wait a minute... Penn State... what the fork??" and then angrily hit the "Back" button with a vengeance.
- The Illini looked so lifeless in that Wisconsin game, it was pathetic. Maybe the Badgers really are that good, but I guess we'll see how they do in the tournament. Either way, putting Illinois as a 5th seed is a joke. Wisconsin at 6 is arguably even more retarded, but at least they get to play in Milwaukee. The real tragedy is that 4 teams from this state made the tournament, and not a single one is playing remotely close to home. And assuming that Illinois beats Murray State, a pretty good team, we gotta play Cincinnati, a really good team, in Ohio. Who comes up with these brackets anyways?
- Lately it seems like more and more people have been giving me crap again about being a Britney Spears fan. I was starting to get somewhat angry and irritatated with all the haters around me, but over the past few days I realized that there are also more fellow fans out there than I thought. It's always nice to talk to someone who also appreciates and admires the amazing star power of Britney. So for now, I am still happy and I won't have to write another long essay to answer the haters.
- Some random guy started talking to me at Cherry Red on Saturday. He claimed that he wasn't gay, but him and his friends kept looking at me weird throughout the night, and he also pinched my cheek. I didn't know what to do, except hide behind Olivia and Vira and ask them to protect me. Then on a dare from Anuj, Dennis went up to the guy and told him I thought he was cute too. Also on an unrelated note, I drove around for about 40 minutes looking for parking before finally caving and giving my car to the valet. The moral of the story is, I'm never going back to Cherry Red.
