Must be the spring
I sent Laurie a link to my inaugural post. She approved, but pointed out one minor problem; in my first post I covered every subject typical of the genre:
general angst and frustration
song lyrics
philosophical meanderings
dissatisfaction with blogs
bragging about my girl
etc, etc, etc
And she was right! What oh what could possibly follow such a catharsis?
Let’s start easy.
Last weekend I visited Purdue, the good ol’ alma mater. The trip was one of the most satisfying vacations ever, as measured by both time well spent, and time well wasted. Went to a bikini party, had a semi-official dinner with some Microsoft people (lightning bolt! lightning bolt!) at Blue Nile, went to the LBC with Derick, played some beer pong, and of course was Laurie’s manwhore.
And now for the special treat.
On the day of my flight back, we did something we’d been thinking about for a while. Let’s just say that I decided to get a bit ornamental.
Hover over the pictures to reveal the mystery within!
Laurie, always the overachiever, got 3 holes to my 2.
The first question is of course “did/does it hurt?”
Nah, negligibly.
The other reactions have been varied. The most curious reaction is from people who instantly start reaching for elaborate criticisms – the ‘why would anyone do that’ crowd. Mind you, it doesn’t bother me in the least, but it makes me wonder how something so simple can elicit such upset.
As for me, I love it!
general angst and frustration
song lyrics
philosophical meanderings
dissatisfaction with blogs
bragging about my girl
etc, etc, etc
And she was right! What oh what could possibly follow such a catharsis?
Let’s start easy.
Last weekend I visited Purdue, the good ol’ alma mater. The trip was one of the most satisfying vacations ever, as measured by both time well spent, and time well wasted. Went to a bikini party, had a semi-official dinner with some Microsoft people (lightning bolt! lightning bolt!) at Blue Nile, went to the LBC with Derick, played some beer pong, and of course was Laurie’s manwhore.
And now for the special treat.
On the day of my flight back, we did something we’d been thinking about for a while. Let’s just say that I decided to get a bit ornamental.
Hover over the pictures to reveal the mystery within!
Laurie, always the overachiever, got 3 holes to my 2.
The first question is of course “did/does it hurt?”
Nah, negligibly.
The other reactions have been varied. The most curious reaction is from people who instantly start reaching for elaborate criticisms – the ‘why would anyone do that’ crowd. Mind you, it doesn’t bother me in the least, but it makes me wonder how something so simple can elicit such upset.
As for me, I love it!
2 Comments:
yowza, who's that sexy man with the industrial? kudos on incorporating yet another blog stereotype: webcam shots. looks like you're adjusting to the world of interweb self-expression quite nicely.
Snazzy holes ya'll got there! Dan finally came to the dark side, too. Mwahaha, no going back now!
Don't worry, Christy didn't go out and get married... yet. Her current boyfriend is sure trying hard to change that. Anywho, her middle name is Jane (so CJ).
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