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[ news @ sg ] currents archives features versions contributors about [news@sg]	Sunday, February 1, 2004 / 1:57pm The Most Wonderful Time of the Year Chris (12:36:55 PM): you have extremely angsty februaries, y'know? Brian (12:37:17 PM): they're my favorite! Chris (12:37:40 PM): hee ehe Brian (12:38:32 PM): Feb sucks At least the Illinois men's basketball team won yesterday. If only the women's team would win today to stop a six-game skid. Sunday, February 1, 2004 / 2:38pm Crazy Brian Archives So, right now, here, in Urbana, it's virtually common knowledge that I'm now over two weeks behind on my life. It's been busy, yes. Anyways, while my life is going on and I'm trying to catch up- which limits how much time I'm putting into news, I thought I'd entertain you with some things I discovered in my archives about the week around the last time February 1 fell on a Sunday (the year was 1998, by the way) Mon., Jan. 26: Chicago Tribune headline- "Clinton's friends leap to his defense" Tues., Jan. 27: Chicago Tribune headline- "Clinton vehemently denies the charges"; Daily Illini headline- "Groups welcome Clinton"; slept in (not through) my 9am and 10am classes; I-Book committee meetings now on Tuesdays; Usher Supervisor application deadline Wed., Jan. 28: Daily Illini headline- "Welcome, Mr. President"; skipped 8am, 9am, 1pm classes; saw the President and Vice President at Assembly Hall at 10:15am Thu., Jan. 29: Quiz in EALC 132 (Zen) gets cancelled Fri., Jan. 30: Attended all scheduled classes awake (8am and 3pm); I don't know what this means, but I wrote "little caesars pizza all weekend"; Brian-scheduling reports that this weekend is coded as weekend "D2 - U of I" Sat., Jan. 31: Chicago Tribune headline- "More subpoenas and angry talk in Starr's probe"; used no dorm meals, meaning I used only 12 of 14 meals on my meal plan (back in the day before the "flex" meal plan or whatever points system they now have) Sun., Feb. 1: Gave the Krannert Center daily tour at the normal daily tour time of 2:30pm Tuesday, February 3, 2004 / 11:10pm And After All That's Been Said and Done So, a little under a week ago, there were host jobs I was hiring for. And it sucked my life away. There were 142 responses, for a handful of jobs. And, 100 interviews later (I didn't do them all, by any means), it was over. All of this was going on while performances were going on. Things just constantly happened, ever since the start of the semester. Well, in case you're wondering, things are slowly becoming normal. I'm no longer over two weeks behind on life (it's now Saturday, January 31!) and things are hopefully settling down. I did play "Sorry" with Anna Z. and Doug on Saturday, January 24. They defeated me, and were quite happy with that. And I bought the CD soundtrack to "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton". Nothing much else happened that first week and a half. Just a bunch of interviews... Oh, those souls that didn't know what to expect if I was the one interviewing them. Anyways, life goes on. I'll catch up some more later. Wednesday, February 4, 2004 / 12:01am "the list" empty... could it really be empty for the non-holiday? when was the last time that happened? Wednesday, February 4, 2004 / 12:06am Kast Out to Everyone on the Web I know people. A good number of them. And they present to me links to other, quite interesting stuff on the web. Here's an example, provided by Engy. Only go there if you're computer's cool, and you're not on a modem - because it's a 8+ Mb QuickTime movie. Make sure your headphones are on if you're at work. Or turn down the sound. http://www.ebaumsworld.com/heyyacb.shtml Have fun. Your thoughts and mine about it later. Wednesday, February 11, 2004 / 9:35pm My Milkshake Brings the Boys to the Yard The last day of last month, a few of us went to the good ol' Courier Cafe in downtown Urbana. (They now take credit cards, by the way!) Anyways, I thought I'd relay the greatness of a mystery shake I had that day- it was a butterscotch malt, and it was mmm mmm good! That very day, I also ate perhaps one of the craziest burgers, too... the cooks pretty much just piled whatever they could find on there, like even chicken chunks. It was huge- already being a half pounder burger meat product to start! Yeah, I had that, two "mystery" shakes, double fries, and two Pepsi glasses. It was quite filling... I didn't feel well as I proceeded to not win in one of the greatest games ever, "Sorry". Such is life... I was at the fine Courier eight days later... the "mystery" then was a plain ol' Strawberry. In case you're keeping track at home. Wednesday, February 11, 2004 / 9:41pm OMG, Becky, Look at her Boob! All was right in the world... and aside from the occasional particularly interesting commercial, Super Bowl Sunday was okay, I guess. Timecards were mathed. Gatherings were gathered, and Matt G's mighty fine chili warmed everyone's hearts. And don't forget the stomach. Starting out slow with missed field goals, and then picking up the pace, we burst out onto the halftime scene. Heh. Burst. Yeah, most everyone now must have at least seen a tiny clip or picture of that "incident"... I'd say the most common yelp was that of "did that just happen?" Well, whatever. It's over now. Entertaining and surprising, yes. And then the Patriots won. And so ends another Super Bowl Sunday. All this blah blah, and I don't really care, anymore. But at least the game stayed interesting up through the end. Wednesday, February 11, 2004 / 9:50pm So Fresh and So Clean [Clean] I hope that the Charlie Brown/Peanuts gang version of the Outkast music video "Hey Ya" was quite lovely. And, so arrived Groundhog Day. After working a quite crazy day (and getting nothing done) with a Great Hall event going on, I retreated to the apartment for a night of solitude. Now that it was only mildly less freezing outside, I felt like I could tolerate walking around between the apartment and the laundry facilities downstairs in the Ice Cold weather. So, I did. And almost caught up on Brian paperwork life. And finally completed watching the last four or five hours of the Real World Paris season. To do so much was quite fulfilling, actually. As a note, a few nights previous, I went to Super Walmart with Doug so I was able to survive off of -gasp- groceries for the night! I also got an official "Paint the Hall Orange" shirt and two CDs. Nothing says love like Ace of Base's Greatest Hits (because they're that old now, that they can have that) and the soundtrack to that Disney movie I saw, "Pixel Perfect"... if only everything was perfect. Sigh. Saturday, February 14, 2004 / 2:04am Tales of a Ten AM Nothing Tuesday, February 3. Still playing catchup. After the previous night's late night laundry extravaganza (okay, one in the morning is not too late), I woke up just before nine and decided that there was no way I was going to go to my 9:00 meeting. Oh well. So, I was there in bed, wondering what I was supposed to do, since I hadn't updated my schedule in a while, and then, at 10:00am, there it was. The tornado sirens went off. Oh, well. Maybe next month. I also forgot that I agreed to give a tour to a group at 1:30. Good thing I was at work and hadn't left for lunch yet. Saturday, February 14, 2004 / 2:09am Pledge Class of February 2004 Hooray for the KCPA Patron Services Pledge Class of February 2004. The group of eleven burst onto the scene starting last week, much to the anticipation of the rest of the staff. They're all cool people... at least that's what I hear. Since their hiring, I haven't officially worked a performance with them yet. It's been busy, forgive me. But everyone loves them. And that makes me happy. Which is hard to do, being February and all. Monday, February 16, 2004 / 11:23pm Reflection and Refraction It was sophomore year in high school when I learned about Snell's Law. "n" times the sine of theta equals "n" times the sine of theta. When I was but a high school sophomore, I was at the ripe old age of fourteen. Two years later, I was a high school big brother to incoming sophomore Melanie. I was in my own world, complete with being virtually everywhere and doing most everything. I can't necessarily say I knew Melanie very well, then, nor do I claim to know her extremely well now, but since then, our lives were aligned such that we grew as friends, practically separated all the time. Not to say we never hung out or did things together, or that we had totally unoverlapping social circles; we just did our thing, and that was cool. Anyways, February 6th rolled around, and for those pure Brian history buffs, that day means something but not really, but digressing, it was the last night of singlehood for Melanie. Her wedding took place on Saturday the seventh, amazingly enough one day after the rehearsal dinner. My role, as third tier groomsman, was just to be, because it mattered. I was touched to be asked to stand, and slightly more happy inside that a speech of sorts was not required. Just remain calm and keep things sane. Simple enough. Actually, really, it was. There were no dramatic stories to report. Officiancizing the wedding was mutual high school friend, fellow UI alum, and internet ordained Universal Life Church minister Sean. The production (both ceremony and reception) were at Stone Creek in Southeast Urbana, and it ran smoothly (relatively speaking, that is... there were hints of last minute drama, much like high school drama club, but, really, now, I guess, what wedding isn't without a bit of a story). The appropriate legal forms were prepopulated with the more mundane details like names, leaving key blanks to be filled in later. (It was my role to note the time of the wedding. The first thing I said to Melanie in our little waiting area following the recessional was "Melanie... Four-Ten. And thirteen seconds.") It was a very speedy wedding, rivaling that of Jack and Carolyn seven months earlier. The reception, DJ-ed by fellow IMSA alum Matt S. using WinAmp and a predetermined couple-approved playlist and MC-ing from a text file of cues as if from the stage manager. Flowers were thrown (and caught by the Maid of Honor); a garter was snagged... by me. I clearly fought for it, and possibly took a few people out, to get it. Then "they" were going to make me dance, so I obviously rejected the request and threw the garter over to the Best Man... the first tier wedding partiers were engaged, anyways. Some folks managed to get me out on the floor to shake it like a polaroid picture in group fashion, and, for those of you keeping track, Amanda W. quite possibly caught me on a bizarre technicality of sorts, managing to get a dance out of me. A veritable mini-high school reunion of sorts, good times were quite definitely had. In the end, there were eleven table centerpieces to be claimed, and obviously, the most fair way of giving them out was to let people put their placecards in a bowl and draw the recipients. Alas, contrary to what you may be thinking, I was not one of the eleven names drawn. However, Tamara was number eleven and exclaimed that "she just wanted to play," thus causing number a twelfth to be drawn... being me. Way to win, I guess. And so concludes a wedding story... not coming soon to TLC anytime soon. (Now I note that I didn't actually say who Melanie married... he's Chris, of not high school fame. Cool guy. So all is right in the world!)
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