Not much updating has been done. Bad Caleb!
Man it's been a busy week. So much has happened and I've written about so little of it. It looks like I'm going to put forth (whatever that means, though I think it's better than put fifth) more effort into bucking the trend.
And I want a kitten too, but moving on...
It's Super Bowl Sunday which means there's a lot of great commercials premiering tonight (which are frequently interupted by a football game).
Maybe I'd be more excited about the game itself if the match-up wasn't so depressing. Yeah it's nice that the top NFL offense it pitted against the top defense. Sure it's nice that it features a team that never made it to the Super Bowl before, but did it have to be the Bucs and the Raiders?
In picking the lesser of two evils, one often tries to figure out which one they hate more, rather than which one they like the most. It's always an interesting scenario when you're asking yourself who do you want to cheer against over who do you want to root for.
I am hoping the Raiders will lose (notice how I am not saying I hope the Buc's win), though the odds are against me. Either way, I figure I'll be taking bathroom breaks during the football game to ensure I don't miss anything important.
One other quick note before I head out to church this morning: last night a bunch of friends got together and watched "Final Destination" (because the sequel is coming out next week and some hadn't seen the first one).
Skipping over musings about the plot, characters, or the fact death takes the longest time in catching up with these people (okay maybe I'll let that one slip in, but does it really make sense that death put those people on the back burner for several months before going after them? Okay, I'm done now...) some of the most fun came from the special features.
The deleted scenes weren't anything special, and we didn't even finish all of them, but there was a games section that had a Psychic Ability Perdictor and a Death Calculator.
I volunteered first for the Death Calculator ("Do me! Do me!). After going through a series of questions about my health, diet, and family medical history I was informed that I am to die on February 9, 2016 at 9:45 PM.
I wrote it down; I figured it might be important.
I've since figured out it will be a Tuesday, and that will help me choose my final TV selections (because you know my death was probably set for Eastern Standard time and I'm not going to be able to finish Letterman).
Anyway, I'm sure you can imagine the laughter that errupted when my death sentence came up. As other people tried the test, who all lived progressively healthier lives to me, they were getting earlier and earlier deaths. The most fit one of us all got 2010.
I was feeling better about my date, but there was one last
experiment to do. We did a control test where we entered the worst possible factors (loves junk food, doesn't exercise, etc). The perdiction: September 20, 2048.
My roomate did the psychic test (we all might have tried it if it weren't for the fact it involved trying to pick the right symbol 25 different times) and rated average.
So I have roughly 13 years to go. No big deal. If I can make it through this semester, I'll be happy enough (and if I can live through the summer till grades come out, I'll be estatic). And if I live till I'm 115, I won't recognize anyone or know where I am, so it won't matter.
Happy Super Commercial Day!
