Full Moon

Well, it's been some time, faithful readers. While this is two posts in one day, don't expect it to happen more than this once. Anyhow, I've been up to quite a bit in the last couple weeks. Since I'm only enrolled in six hours of college this semester, I figured I'd have myself some adventures. I took some pics along the way, I hope you enjoy.



This is my trip to the moon. I found out from Flight of the Navigator you can just call up NASA and talk to 'em whenever you want. One thing I learned from this trip. NASA is not a good place to go to pick up chicks. Also, they didn't find me funny. Oh well. I thought it was hilarious.



This is me meeting Jack Bauer. He thought I was involved with terrorism or whatever that is. Jack is slightly more intense in person. So much so, my hands grew and turned really pale, and I think I aquired a bit of jaundice in the face. Anyhow, I talked. I told him everything. Actually, Jack had to nearly torture me to get me to stop talking. Either way, we're facebook friends... once he approves my friendship.



This is when I went to Iowa, this guy wanted to paint me in overalls and a pitchfork. It sounded a lot awesomer in my head. I pictured me in overalls, barefeet, no shirt, chasing after a skunk or something with my pitchfork. Not the case. But, I gotta tell you, the lady in the painting with me... man, she was a riot. The painter wanted us serious, but it was tough. Real tough. I actually think he might have captured the split second we weren't laughing. Either way, it's fun to be in a painting. But it's more fun to chase skunks with pitchforks.

My First Bergmablog Award

In the category of #1 Best Comment posted on a blog; I recieved my very first Bergmablog Award. The following is that comment. You can read the blog on which I commented by clicking here: Jason Woods (from 'Swingin the Blues.' Article title: Jeans: The eternal struggle).

My comments on the subject of jeans

Correction... my favorite jeans have lasted quite some time. And they haven't worn down at all. Now, I know what you're thinking... "Nick, you don't even wear jeans." And while that may be the case, because I simply love sweatpants, a brother sometimes has to dress casually nice. And when I do that, I go with my Rocawears. Don't hate, they're quite possibly my second most comfortable piece of pant. My first is my terry cloth Sean John sweat pants, but the Roca jeans... I mean, Jay Z had me in mind when they were made. Sure, they've got a bit of a green acid wash to em, and a slight pre-tear. But, when it comes down to it, they're man pants. If there was a pants version of rock/paper/scissors, my pants would be the freakin TNT. That's right, they're DYNOMITE... or THE BOMB (diggity). And that, dear friends, is why my Rocas are my favorite jeans. (Fellas), go roca. Cuz if somebody's like "Oh man, you're so fashion conscious now, what with your designer jeans and all," you can whip out your piece and be all "jigga wha..."

The Facebook Article Article

What's better than an article about Facebook? Howbouts an article about Facebook articles. That's right, I went there. Not only do I waste my time on the Facebook, I waste my time reading articles about it... and go a step further and write about my findings.

I tell you one thing. There's at least one Facebook "easter egg" out there. "Easter eggs" are known by DVD enthusiasts as little hidden gems within the programming of a DVD. Basically, if you click on something most people wouldn't click on, you get something special. Facebook is no exception. I've found that if you click on "my friends" then click the little drop-box, and then click "---" (it looks to be a divider; it is not), you will find a new way to view your friends. Try it, I double dog dare you.

Moving along. I found an interesting story about this fellow at George Washington University. Apparently, he had set up this huge event and the cops busted it. Now, this fellow may have been a bit on the paranoid side, but he thought that the police were scanning Facebook to find out where to break up parties. So, in retaliation, he hyped up this huge Beer Fest. Well, the cops showed up and to their surprise, they found about 40 college students sitting around a table laced with cake and cookies. The cake spelled out the word BEER. The night consisted of Cake Pong and other sorts of cake games, minus any alcohol. The young man, however, claimed that the Cake Stand was one of the more difficult feats of the evening. This guy, I requested to be my friend.

There's another thing that's come of this. If ever I feel that I'm losing popularity, I'm gonna do my darnedest to get in some sort of publication about Facebook. Let me give you some stats.

Kyle Stoneman - the cake guy: 585 friends; 372 at other schools
Alex Teig - had an article written about her in the Austin-American Statesmen (yeah, I guess I could say I'm a KansasCitian-American, but I'm not gonna try to claim my city as a race): 844 friends; 386 at other schools

and last, but certainly not least, there's
Jenn Sterger - an FSU student that's got more than looks going for her. Apparently, some pictures she's posted on Facebook have captured national attention and she plans on posing for Maxim and Playboy magazine within the next semester. Friendcount: unknown. But it's said that on a daily basis, she receives 40-50 pokes per day and 50-75 messages. According to her... she reads them all.

Well, that's all the research I really felt like doing. I plan on befriending every person I read about in Facebook articles... and keep the tradition alive. And that's my pledge to you, dear friends, unless the person is an absolute idiot, befacebookfriend them. It will make the baby Jesus happy.

Until next time, friends;
Nick