Speaking of being mediocre

Holy hellfire, we're such sad sacks that we can't even keep up a blog about our sad-sack-itude.

Personally I've been kept busy by alcohol, social networking websites, finding a job, and my current job...in exactly that order. But here we go, how's about a little shot of adrenaline for MLHF.

I think I may be suffering from insomnia, which is kind of a drag. I have spent the last five nights or so just laying there until maybe 2:30AM, keeping up with the news. Then I'll get spotty sleep until 5:00AM or so. It's been great.

My Low Hanging Solution to this problem? Well, first I'm going to turn to the drink (natch). If that doesn't work I'll find some other drug. After all, this is America, dammit, and if a problem can't be solved by alcohol or a pill than it can't be solved at all.

-Tall Man

What do you think? Benadryl?

Been some time...

Alright y'all -- been slacking due to new job acquisition. (Job acquired, I'll take my bows now....)

I just wanted to throw down a few LHF videos or comments to grease the wheels a little bit again.

THE MIDWEST:



WHY??

Other notable LHF-esque things of the past month or so:

South Park showing us how obsessed we have become with Facebook (myself included)

The Harvard Sailing Team giving us the girls' perspective on guys and guys' perspective on girls and throwing it down with style.

Goldman Sucks

#1 Seed Eastern Conference NHL loss.



Today is my last day at Madlax, I promise I'm working really hard -- discobelle.net is pumping all day -- thanks to Btollzz.

A hobbyist's worst nightmare.

Life is about experiencing new people, places, and things. A new hobby can be inspiring and fun -- "Bro, did you see that kickflip I just nailed?" "I sure fucking did!" As you roll to a stop, your endorphins are pumping through your veins with a feeling of euphoria. What a sensation.

But I want to mention those particular LHFers who might be starting up a new hobby. Those few people with all the ching ching $$ money can buy and the stick-to-itiveness of a Kirstie Alley on Weight Watchers (AKA none).

Take sample hobby: X. X + $$ + Kirstie Alley Syndrome = disaster waiting to happen.

I can recall back in 7th grade, a certain lacrosse player who will go unnamed on my middle school team. He always had the freshest equips -- man -- his shit was DOPE. He even had one of those wicked lime green "Catch Me If You Can" stickers on the back of his helmet (we'll just say that challenge was easily attained).

My philosophy is that if you're going to have the flyest gear, you better be the capital M to the M A N and do it right. As they say, don't be that guy with "all the gear and no idea." And, as they say in England, don't be a fuckin' gammer.

Working hard, at being lazy

My car has been on the fritz for a little over a month now, and I am just now trying to muster the gumption to fix it. The worst part is, that I could have done this work myself in, oh, 2 hours at any point in the last 6 weeks. I just hate taking care of stuff like that.

Last weekend I got my roommate to drive me to Autozone, where I bought a battery. Now I need to buy a positive battery cable on eBay (the old one was so corroded that the little copper strip connected to the lead nut actually snapped), and I can once again drive myself around.

I’ve been taking the bus everywhere I don’t want to ride my bike, and also doing a lot of walking. I hate walking, just not as much as diagnosing and fixing a mechanical issue in my car. To be honest, I kinda like it. I’m pretty sure I spend less money, I never have to give anyone rides, and I’m actually starting to get used to Charlottesville’s crappy public transportation.

I assume something’s gotta give. I’ll need to drive myself up to DC at some point, or my roommates will get tired of chauffeuring me around. But until then, I’m happy to pedal around town.

God I hope that nothing breaks on my bike.

In actuality, this is how it is.

They tell you what's what.

Paciferin

Paciferin: n. an infection-resisting factor found in natural foods. I've been trying to think of a scenario when I would feel comfortable enough to speak a word such as this around my friends and not feel like a complete d-bag....but, alas, I cannot.

These and other such "big" words are used day to day by common folk not too different from myself. I would say maybe 2-3% of the population might know what that word means -- that said, the 97-98% of society has no idea what that means, nor do most of them care UNTIL it's used in a sentence by their peers.

I'm talking about the definition-play-along. Some of us can pull it off: 1. whomever is speaking doesn't care to call you out when you "yes" them. 2. you can use context to figure out a half-def and spit some half-ass rebuttal like "oh yes, like in papaya" -- I usually use a fruit/food item less common to catch the smarty pants off guard.

I now know what paciferin means. (by the way, paciferin comes up as the wrong spelling and asks me to change it -- obviously it's too difficult for Blogspot, idiots.)

Weddings

The weather’s really turning around here, which means that wedding season is right around the corner. I have to say, I’m disappointed. Why aren’t more of you people getting married so I can get drunk and hit on that cute cousin of yours?

Seriously, I love weddings. Free booze and food, live music, friends, and family. Plus, everyone’s hammered. You can’t lose.

But let’s be honest. I’m not getting hitched anytime soon. Not by a long shot. Which means one of you has to step up to the plate here, and help me out. I haven’t been to one in two years.

There’s no time like the present, particularly in regards to my chances with your girlfriend’s sister.

42 Extra Long, if you were wondering.