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I made a trip to Lansing, Michigan this weekend with a couple of friends to visit the sister of the only one of us who has a sister (not me). It's Michigan State University territory and I got great joy out of wearing my Purdue garb there. Sure, I've never attended a single class at Purdue, but I live near it and have been infected by its black and gold Boiler Virus.

I had a bite of baked potato pizza this weekend and it was better than it sounds.

I still hate driving/riding in cars.

I'm listening to music I'm borrowing from Brian that can be best described as "disco," and I don't hate it like I probably ought to be. I'm also not dancing, so it's probably okay.

I have an automatic kitty litter box for my cats, but one of them is way too finicky for her own good. When the "reception box" is full, one of the little darlings will purposefully miss the litter box by about 10 inches. I suspect Dala, but cannot prove it. Grrrrr.

All I did this weekend was drive, eat, and sleep.

I'm a little afraid of Maya, and I know she'll chastise me tomorrow when I show up for my workout because I didn't workout over the weekend. I'm actually semi-considering setting my Xbox clock back a day so she doesn't know I missed a workout on Saturday. How pathetic is that?

If you were to come up to me and say, "Hey, I really like ice cream and I know the best ice cream there is" but you've never been to a Cold Stone Creamery, please excuse me if I don't believe you. I might also be expected to scoff at you, and chortle a bit. While I will still maintain that Culvers has the best frozen custard, Cold Stone Creamery will make your ice cream-loving taste buds dance like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.

That last analogy was kind of dumb and not really fitting. I blame the disco-ish music.

I don't really care who wins the Super Bowl. As I write this, it's 24-14 in favor of the Patriots, and I've watched maybe two minutes of the game. I'm contractually obligated to not like the Eagles since they're in the same division as the Cowboys, but I have no love of the Patriots, either. Best I can muster is a "meh."

As much as I wish it were possible, I really don't believe time travel will ever be a reality. Sorry, dudes. I wish it were so I could go back and videotape historic events.

I can't ask off work for May 19th because that's when finals start for the students and I need to be there for that, I guess. I'm pretty bummed by that because it means I probably can't go to a midnight showing of Star Wars Episode III. Though I don't hold out any hopes that it will be good, I'm still planning to see it. I'm hoping Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader very early on so we don't have to see Hayden Christensen's tortured attempts at acting.

Even though the "celebrity" I most look like is Gordon Freeman and even though I've had Half Life 2 for months now, I haven't finished it. My computer really isn't good enough to handle it. What I have played of it is pretty cool, though, and I've heard nothing but good things about it. Now that I say that, though, it occurs to me that I really haven't sat down and played any video game for a while now. The last one was Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II over Christmas break. I go through spurts where I really get into games and I'm in a non-gaming spurt right now, I guess. I haven't gotten any games to review for a long time, either, so that's probably part of it. Again, meh.

Time for bed, I think. After two nights on a couch, I think a futon will seem surprisingly comfortable.

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