Saved by the bell

A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging out with some friends, and someone popped in a Saved by the Bell DVD. I can’t accurately articulate how much I absolutely hate this show, so I’m not going to try. But as we were watching, I started remembering the history of the show, and how it started out with “Good Morning, Miss Bliss”. I guess that show wasn’t quite as painful. I decided to read up on it when I got home, so I searched it on Wikipedia. I came across something that added a very surreal tone to the series:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saved_by_the_Bell#The_Tori_Paradox

I don’t know why, but this kind of creeps me out.

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I don’t have much to blog about really, I just read an awesome joke and I felt like posting it:

An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The second one orders half a beer. The third orders a quarter of a beer. The fourth orders an eighth of a beer.

The bartender says “I don’t have time for this shit” And pours two beers.

Update

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so I thought I’d do a little update. Things are goin alright. I finally got my car back after about two and a half years of not driving. It was a weird feeling getting in and driving around. I should probably take it in and get a tune up because I’m sure it wasn’t good to leave it sitting for that long. I think I’m gonna try to get a second job at FedEx ground to pay off some debt.

I finished reading Watchmen yesterday. It’s a graphic novel, and a pretty badass graphic novel. It’s being made into a movie, so I’ll have to check it out, although I doubt it will do the book justice. It’s the second graphic novel I’ve read, the first one being the Preacher series. The Preacher was pretty badass too. My friend Nick is a fan of graphic novels so he’s kind of gotten me into them.

I was so drunk last night that I pissed my pants, and I wasn’t even wearing them. Apparently at some point in the night while I was sleeping, I got up and stood in my room, pissing onto my pants which were sitting on the floor. I got out of the shower this morning and went to put my pants on and realized they were soaking wet. I had a very vague memory of pissing on them and trying to make sure I didn’t get any on the floor. I shouldn’t have stayed at my neighbor’s beer pong game so late last night. Especially since I had to work at eight in the morning, which is pretty difficult for someone with my sleep schedule. I felt surprisingly good all day though, considering how little sleep I got, and I expected to be horribly hungover, but that wasn’t the case.

I think I want to get a pet squirrel. Or maybe a serval, or a lynx. I think my cat would like some company. I wonder if I can get a serval anywhere around here.