Archive for the ‘Best Of’ Category

Winter 2007

In the winter of 2007, lots of stuff was happening. I was planning on going to graduate school, but then didn’t. I was doing some pretty hardcore training at the YMCA, getting back into shape after my first time in the boot – and I thought I was going to be a runner again, you know, for more than 7 months. I was living with Michael and Adam, though mostly writing about things that Michael did, not that Adam wasn’t funny too. I’m sure he was.

I’d say this was a pretty solid couple of months for me, lots of new hope, most eventually stamped out, but still, hope is cool while it lasts.

On January 14th, 2007, I reminisced on how Eggbert, the Incredible Egg used to freak me out.

On January 14th, 2007, it seemed evident that Jack Bauer should be enshrined on Mt Rushmore.

On January 21st, 2007, I thought that maybe I should proselytize people for Jesus as much as a do for Battlestar Galactica.

On January 23rd, 2007, Nancy Pelosi blinked 14 million times during the State of the Union.

On February 4th, 2007, Michael, Adam and I went on a trip to NYC.

On February 10th, 2007, I suggested that jackalopes were responsible for the death of large cattle populations. And they are.

On February 15th, 2007, the moonies failed in their mission to get me on their ship. Thanks a ton guys!

On February 17th, 2007, I told a handful of Michael stories.

On February 23rd, 2007, we went to Clemson, my father’s old stomping grounds, and got potato cannolis.

On February 28th, 2007, I told Penn St that I wasn’t going to graduate school there, putting me where I am today – in the same geographic area.

On March 7th, 2007, I pointed out that herpes medicine takes 12 seconds a pop to take.

On March 10th, 2007, I proclaimed my Grandmother to be immortal, which turned out to be premature.

On March 16th, 2007, Michael watched TV with us for a while – I really miss living with Michael.

On March 26th, 2007, boy scouts learned leadership skills to help with their leadership.


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Fall to 2006

I just spent the last few days updating the old best of posts, knowing that the links were now all broken. I am now over two years behind – whatever I’ve written is new to me!

That’s actually not true. I remember everything. But you could imagine why it might be true. It’s true in principle, though false in practice.

On October 1st, 2006, I was affirmed at the YMCA then shared mixed metaphors.

On October 15th, 2006, though the pictures are missing, the point remains – in the 1800s, a family in Lewisburg faced unspeakable tragedy. Over and over again.

On October 31st, 2006, the sunset struck me to the soul. Pictures from that day can be found here and elsewhere. I remember it well.

On November 3rd, 2006, I continued losing my justification by running.

On November 7th, 2006, I rocked the vote.

On November 9th, 2006, I speculate that our toilets could flush tube socks – good grief, that was funny. Why don’t I come up with stuff like that anymore?

On November 28th, 2006, I set out the prayer group scenario where the last guy is left to pray for himself. I ended up being that last guy a few months later. I said something like, “God, thank you for Eric, and what he brings to the group…” because you tend to say something like that whenever you pray at Bible study.

On December 24th, 2006, we have our last Grandma Christmas.

Slim pickings, or maybe just the mood.

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Summer 2006

I need something mindless to do. I need to bump the previous post off the top of the page. I need to read old stuff and get some perspective. So, without further ado, here’s the best of the summer of 2006!

On July 7th, 2006 I started to visualize people as comets of odor hurling through space/time – something that I do to this very day.

On July 11th, 2006, AT&T and Cingulair joined forces to deliver a brand new world to me.

On July 14th, 2006 I revealed that I’m not good at small talk, to the surprise of many.

On July 26th, 2006, I naively thought I’d be able to maintain my high mileage weeks, and talked about my weight fluctuations.

On July 30th, 2006, I almost died on a 20 something mile run due to dehydration.

On August 1st, 2006 I thought about leeches and vans with murals.

On August 6th, 2006, Adam, Michael and I went to SPEP for the first time, and almost weren’t allowed back.

On August 13th, 2006, I was done running already, and I had made the distinction between privileges and rights when it comes to controlling your car windows.

On September 1st, 2006, I described the process needed to kill a cricket.

On September 4th, 2006, I create a dance craze for white people.

On September 5th, 2006, I longed for the opportunity to be 8 years old again.

On September 25th, 2006, I wanted to tickle a coworker.

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Spring of 2006

The spring of 2006 was definitely decent – I didn’t link some posts that were worth reading again, and still ended up with a big list. In the end, while I was able to concoct something to do for tomorrow night, I have ended up trapped in a house that wreaks of polyurethane tonight. These summation posts take roughly 45 minutes, and, well, I guess that leaves about 2 more hours before I can convince myself it’s OK to just go to bed.

On April 1st, 2006, I had a semi-coherent conversation with the semi-coherent oft-intoxicated woman at the liquor store.

On April 12th, 2006, I went to work at 1 AM after flying in from the west coast, and then slowly went crazy in the lab.

On April 13th, 2006, I explain why the “love train” should be utterly terrifying. It makes no sense to me to this very day why that commercial is acceptable.

On April 16th, 2006, I explained what makes a church a Christian church. I actually have a sprawling document for my aborted website on this same topic. I’ve been meaning to link it. Maybe I’ll try that soon.

On May 9th, 2006, Kubemate Karl found a website on Cesium.

On May 11th, 2006, I had a dream that my father exaggerated the size of a mountain lion until it was the size of two cows.

On May 20th, 2006, I watch home videos with Grandma and discuss cremating my parents with them. If I ever write a book, it will be called “Ashes To The Winds” (or hopefully something much more clever), and will be the stories acquired as Stephen and I dump my mother’s ashes is bizarre places.

On May 22th, 2006, I documented the final two hours of 24.

On May 26th, 2006, I sprained my left ankle. Not that note-worthy, except that the left achilles acted up shortly thereafter. Also not note-worthy, until I tell you that I have excruciating pain in my left achilles whenever I run, now almost two years later.

On May 29th, 2006, I swear I wasn’t trying to look up Lauren’s skirt. I really wasn’t.

On June 10th, 2006, I ran, and you know what? I really really miss running.

On June 18th, 2006, I explain my father’s naps on Father’s Day.

On June 23rd, 2006, everyone should stop complaining about tasks are are really a lot easier than they make them out to be.

On June 26th, 2006, the achilles fell apart, but Adam and I came together over cup use.

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The beginning of 2006 was depressingly poor from a writing standpoint. It was also depressing to read about what good shape I was in then. That was my last real bread and butter year for running. I was crippled by August of that year.

On January 16, 2006, I dreamt that former roommate Matt Lautzenheifer bought a 200 lb fruit roll-up right when I was moving out.

On January 19, 2006, I explain the basic tenets of engineering.

On February 2, 2006, I decided to prank call my cubemate.

On February 6, 2006, Michael is allergic to the women of the Sci-Fi channel.

On February 9, 2006, my deaf grandmother teaches me how to eloquate.

On February 13, 2006, I decide to quote Jack Bauer in daily life. I’m going to need it this week.

On February 20, 2006, snow at the ocean was a backdrop for more theological rambling.

On February 27, 2006, I taught a pony a trick.

On March 2, 2006, I use “that’s p, as in ‘phone'”.

In March 2006, I dumped a ton of religious musings in a brief period of time. I laid the whole plan out here. [editor’s note: I didn’t date these, so I’m having a hard time finding the original intent. Here’s a bunch of links.]
On life after death

On something something something

On Calvinism

On our own pursuit of happiness

I answer some questions

On sin and reprobation

On the mistaken pentecostal understanding of tongues

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End of 2005

I have to wait before I do these, for posterity’s sake, you know. Anyway, November and December, in particular, were very productive writing times. They also corresponded to a time of both angst and stress. Now I’m just disillusioned – one writes better when acute drama accompanies said disillusionment.

You’ll find more of these compilations on the right side bar, incidentally.

On October 3rd, I summarized our trip to the Catskillz.

On October 12th, I wanted to ask an obvious question to my redundant math teacher.

On October 16th, I explained why it’s reasonable to take 17 showers in a week.

On October 20th, I wrote an open letter to the owner of a dog that barked a lot. An awful lot.

On October 29th, I lifted a 500 lb slab of concrete because I’m strong.

On November 7th, I explained how I don’t like leaving pens and their metaphorical brethren behind.

On November 14th, I explained the unspoken languages one can use while driving in his car.

On November 18th, I almost went insane again, and mistakenly succumbed to the human tendency to think that “now” is more deviant from normal in the big scheme of things than it really is. I also related the two most hilarious events of my senior year in high school.

On November 21st, I kept a running diary on Advanced Word training. Every time I read my old stuff I always decide that I was more clever in the past than I am now. Maybe that’s how old people convince themselves that Bob Cousy and friends could beat Kobe and LeBron in basketball. You’ll have to manually go to the first 4 parts, sorry.

Actually November was pretty good in general. Why? Stress and angst, angst and stress. Ahh, what I wouldn’t give for some well placed angst.

On December 5th, I wondered why it takes quadriplegic movie extras so long to put on makeup. Actually, the 5th od December was a good day all around, the other two posts are readable as well.

On December 24th, for some reason I discussed the the traffic rules at the corner of Erie and Murray.

On December 24th, later in the day, I collected the Grandma quote haul for the year. I was actually laughing out loud just rereading it. Oh man, hilarious. I have no idea what we’ll do for Christmas Eve this year.

On December 28th, I revealed what I think about while running.

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It’s Best_of Time!

A few months ago, after revolutionizing the display of this website, I began the spasmodic output of “best_of” posts, cataloging clever things from my past. The reasoning was two fold. First, I wasn’t planning on writing as often. I haven’t, though it’s probably only about a 25% reduction. Second, I wasn’t writing anything worthwhile, planting in me the desire to display the fruit of more bountiful times in such a way as to allow for easy plucking. That trend has continued, so says I.

I stopped because the posts were becoming too familiar – I remember most of what I write, and when I’m within a year, I remember them too vividly to amuse me. It’s more enjoyable to read someone else’s writing than your own, but when your own writing becomes sufficiently dated it seems like someone else’s. I just came up with an awesome analogy, but it would be about 30% more tasteless than anything else I’ve written, which is saying something.

Without further ado, here are the months of July 2005 to September 2005, inclusive.

On 7/4/2005, I learned that hot dogs caused cancer and decided that I didn’t care.

On 7/11/2005, I postulated that cops preferentially pull over attractive girls and black people.

On 7/17/2005, Matt, Michael and I brought in the waiter from Hunan Manor as our 4th roommate. I also correlated girls tolerance of beer to their likability, discussed the prevalence of xylophones in Christian music, and chided the pre-planned emotionally engineered prayer sessions popular in evangelicalism.

On 7/21/2005, I explained that reverse is inappropriate for highway driving.

On 7/23/2005, I played a game of make believe with a rich guy, then saw “The Unexceptional Four.”

On 8/15/2005, I discussed the ties that bind, which makes the cut because it’s long, yet still in list format.

On 8/21/2005, Michael decides that it’s only fitting that women should give birth, because men have to shave all their lives.

On 9/1/2005, I pissed people off about personal culpability when it comes to hurricanes.

On 9/7/2005, I began my last class, which was mind numbing and atrociously boring.

On 9/11/2005, I explain how one must use his rational arguments consistently, or not at all.

On 9/16/2005, I discussed various ways for me to die ironically.

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This was boring to read, as I remembered too many of the posts. As a result, this is the last best_of block for a while, probably something like a year. Could that mean I’ll start posting again? Perhaps.

On April 2nd, 2005, Michael and I did not douse a handicapped man with frigid water. We really didn’t, I swear.

On April 10th, 2005, I saw a bluegrass band, gave parenting advice, and made out with Brad Pitt from Snatch.

On April 14th, 2005, I taught everyone how to guess women’s ages.

On April 27th, 2005, I discussed my strategy for discerning whether food is edible. Namely, I eat it.

On May 3rd, 2005, Michael decided meat fat was a plasma.

On May 7th, 2005, I babysat children, gasp.

On May 16th, 2005, Matt “Adult” Lautzenwegmans went on vacation.

On June 4th, 2005, I celebrated my birthday by not throwing money down someone’s wife’s pants.

On June 14th, 2005, I pondered the finer points of urination during class.

On June 16th, 2005, my pet bug ran away.

On June 28th, 2005, my family was bulwarked against the gale on the ocean.

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January to March of aught-5 were highlighted by an abysmal period of controversy, and not a whole lot else.

On January 10th, 2005, I gave my opinion about homeschooling, leading to a year long falling out with 50% of all Cunningham sisters.

On January 11th, 2005, Ben “Nancyboy” McCoy retired from work and I put a notice in the ktichenette commemorating the occasion.

On >January 13th, 2005, I made a list of hang-ups in womanfolk. Number one on the list should be “doesn’t notice my existence.”

On January 16th, 2005, Tim had a pre-marriage party and a foreigner wore leather.

On January 18th, 2005, not all cars and disgruntled van drivers are created equal.

On January 22nd, 2005, I had to watch Jo’s dog, and by the next day I wanted to strangle something.

On February 7th, 2005, I local car dealer stabs himself with a pen in a commercial.

On February 13th, 2005, I was anathematized by a local yellow journalist. A good summary can be found here.

On February 25th, 2005, I ranked all Star Trek characters, in a coup for dorkiness.

On February 26th, 2005, Michael Hanna moved in and started playing bluegrass.

On March 3rd, 2005, I decided to answer all the dumb questions in class, every last one of them.

On March 4th, 2005, I played tag with little kids at Tim and Jo’s rehearsal dinner. Then I wrote something nice about them, because they’re good people.

On March 18th, 2005, I explained with the book of Judges is so funny.

On March 27th, 2005, We stuck flaming candles in our ears.

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Despite being in a sour mood all day, I just had a tremendous time reading the last Fall 2004 archives. They might be the best yet. In other news, my spelling is occasionally atrocious, just atrocious. I now have a spell checker plugin for Firefox, so things should be getting better.

On October 4th, 2004, I discussed the beginnings of my life long love affair with arthritis.

On October 9th, 2004, I gave the reasons why our vehicles shouldn’t be like Abrams tanks or nuclear submarines.

On October 11th, 2004, I visualized an easy way to put myself out of my misery in class.

On October 14th, 2004, I made a few observations about cars, buying cars, and losing jobs.

On October 19th, 2004, I tried to explain how to use figurative language to the good people at Porsche of Hunt Valley. Instead they lit me on fire.

On October 22nd, 2004, I ranked office supplies. To the day the list is relevant.

On October 26th, 2004, Ben “Nancyboy” McCoy, who is incidentally hard of hearing due to a q-tip disaster, tried to relay to me an asinine conversation at work, almost getting me fired for excessive chortling.

On October 27th, 2004, I contemplated who should die soon, and the Pope obliged.

On November 3rd, 2004, Karl was priceless.

On November 7th, 2004, I ran my first marathon.

On November 11th, 2004, former roommate Tim’s now wife Jo left him sticky notes mentioning how much she loved him, and I added a couple dozen of my own.

On November 18th, 2004, I decided that sunrises are beautiful, and then wondered how many 7 year olds I could beat up.

On November 24th, 2004, Stephen and I both identified the Spanish Patrick Stewart.

On December 9th, 2004, I laid out the comprehensive directory of all fortitude forming activities.

On December 20th, 2004, my brother bought himself a sword for Christmas using the money that my Grandmother gave my mother for our gifts.

On December 29th, 2004, I explained how tailgaters think, and Lara accused me of purchasing a Ford Explorer due to her lack of reading comprehension skills.

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July and August are worth reading. September is 90% about hurricanes. STORMWATCH 2004! It was a good year for watching storms.

On July 6th, 2004, I summarized our family vacation to Washington with pictures.

On July 8th, 2004, I wore the same tan cowhide shirt as cow, and was anti-climatic about it.

On July 9th, 2004, I was disgusted by several things.

On July 12th, 2004, I couldn’t keep Hilary Duff from calling me. She called me the day before as well. Movie stars are so needy.

On July 18th, 2004, we blew up former roommate and now married Tim “Hey, uhh..” Marquez by talking about population statistics while he was trying to hit on a girl. Note to self, girls don’t dig statistics.

On July 19th, 2004, raccoons developed opposable thumbs.

On July 24th, 2004, I fantasized about chopping wood one day, yet another reason why I need to move somewhere else.

On July 25th, 2004, I thought about horses and garbage.

On August 8th, 2004, I had a problem with a roast chicken and a smoke detector.

On August 10th, 2004, I caught Karl again, wearing the tan cowhide shirt that we both own.

On August 14th, 2004, Anneelena, my staunchest supporter, found my site for the first time.

On August 17th, 2004, my cactus, in a state of extreme decay, needed to be dealt with. Eventually Ben and Karl hid it, but I found it and had it euthenized.

On August 18th, 2004, I defined what makes someone NOT a real runner.

On August 23rd, 2004, Big Mike stole my chair and gave me a wedgy.

On August 27th, 2004, I got the speech that guys get when girls don’t want to talk to them anymore.

On September 3rd, 2004, I decided to join the drumline.

On September 27th, 2004, I had a professor who didn’t know all the letters.

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April and May were good. June, not so much.

On April 11th, 2004, I thought about butter more than most people.

On April 18th, 2004, my family had a comedy of errors in North Carolina.

On April 19th, 2004, I decided that a large portion of women draw their eyebrows with magic markers.

On April 22nd, 2004, I answer the age old question of why the rest of the plane isn’t made out of the same stuff as the black box.

On April 28th, 2004, my grandfather died, leading to one of the funniest funerals I’ve ever been a part of.

On May 5th, 2004, I started stalking Cubemate Karl, in an attempt to wear the same shirt as he.

On May 7th, 2004, I caught Karl on the green shirt.

On May 16th, 2004, I didn’t have anything to say, so I said nothing a bunch of times.

On May 27th, 2004, I decided that cicadas are the funniest insect on the planet.

June had nothing, absolutely nothing.

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Winter, 2004

I think it’s good that I’m ending this site, because this stuff was pretty unspectacular. I hope that I have been better than this recently.

On January 22nd, 2004, I thought about Gumby. It’s been a slow month so far.

On January 23rd, 2004, I moved back into my apartment.

On February 3rd, 2004, I interacted with people at work and listened to Soren Kierkegaard say things that I can’t.

On February 12th, 2004, my Princess Bride math prof behaves the same way in 2004 as he did 18 months later.

On February 19th, 2004, I pointed out where not to have conversations.

On February 23rd, 2004, I found a question I knew the answer to…to which I know the answer. Ick.

On February 26th, 2004, I celebrated Engineers Week with the infamous Bill R@u email.

On March 4th, 2004, I discussed factors which indicate a marked lack of fortitude.

On March 7th, 2004, I reminisced about the biggest regret of my young life.

On March 11th, 2004, I thought a foreigner was funny.

On March 17th, 2004, I offered to take naked pictures of your neighbors.

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Here, Chew On This

This is my last of pre-fab built up “best_of” entries. I need to catch back up on them.

You see, this is the problem: obligation. To my legions of adoring fans, to some version of Eric Furst of yore, to the necessity to do a “good job” at everything where good jobs in blogging entail consistent production. Luckily, I have no obligation to provide subjects and verbs to my sentences. Hooray for incomplete sentences.

Not much going on from October to December of 2003, though the last entry was a tour de force.

On October 6th, 2003, I decided Madden and Michaels are big idiots.

On October 13th, 2003, Sanjay told his penny/ass story.

On October 23rd, 2003, my math professor proved to me that she has my math book on tape.

On November 17th, 2003, Bill Parcells and Bill Belichek throw their inhibitions to the wind.

On November 22nd, 2003, I wrote a mock-epic metaphysical conceit about rivers and such. It’s horrendously stupid, you might like it.

On December 10th, 2003, I got the flu shot and eventually gave Ben the nickname “Nancy Boy McCoy”.

On December 20th, 2003, I explain that I’m kidding when I say I’m going to hit my brother’s friend Dan Isseks with a shovel.

On December 25th, 2003, hijinks follow my family’s Christmas celebrations. This was quite possibly the funniest two day stretch in my entire life.

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After a noteworthy three months from April through June, I took a downturn while living by myself and doing almost nothing from July to September. Things were much more simple then though.

On July 7th, 2003, I thought that commercials involving old people were very funny.

On July 14th, 2003, I redefined the nuclear family.

On July 20th, 2003, I wrote fan mail to Ashley Judd, who has since proposed to me.

On August 7th, 2003, I saw a slide about respirators.

On August 7th, 2003, I put part of the Thomas a Becket Analogy into writing.

On August 22nd, 2003, I discuss my limiting cases philosophy.

On September 19th, 2003, I explain how to take 4 showers in a day.

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I’ll be honest, I laughed outloud at myself about 7 times reading these three months. Half of them I didn’t even post as links. I was a funny guy at the end of college and beginning of real life. It is said real life which has stiffled me.

On April 6th, 2003, I watched an enormous man not sit on his children.

On April 7th, 2003, I decided to assign numeric values to my mood.

On April 10th, 2003, I learned that “Butterflies Are Free” on women’s television, and also found my first apartment, which was indeed idyllic.

On April 11th, 2003, I berated our choice for Deborah Norville as commencement speaker.

On April 23rd, 2003, I happened upon one of my pet philosophies, the random variable associated with ones understanding of his own actions.

On May 1st, 2003, I explained to passersby that I am not a normal person, and also posted the “aloof and austere” quote for the first time.

On May 18th, 2003, I graduated and my brother created fake names to alleviate his intense boredom.

On May 20th, 2003, I discovered that compatibility is best symbolized by power bars.

On June 8th, 2003, I got to go in a hot air balloon. I had earlier in the week figured out that the hot air balloon was our surprise. Just so you know, I will figure anything out if you give me more than 3 hints.

On June 18th, 2003, I moved to Maryland, drove to North Carolina, and tried to sleep in a parking lot next to a prostitute.

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Now that I’m in full legacy mode, it’s time to start cranking out “best of” posts. Yes, I realize my commentary on this will seem out of place, given how this is released to the website. No, I don’t know how this will be released to the website. Yes, I do have a job. Yes, I do have $99. Yes, I am approved for a car loan, bad credit, no credit, TODAY.

Anyway, I have decided to start wrapping things up. I might finish wrapping things up, then put them under the Christmas tree and decide to start giving new gifts of wisdom to the world as a whole. Or, I might just stop updating the site. My current plan is to reformat the style and occasionally post little nuggets about nonsense. It’s the periodicity that’s killing me. In fact, today at work I started listing things that I do on a periodic basis. There were a lot of them. That’s the whole story, it wasn’t very interesting I guess.

On January 15th, 2003, I thought Courtney Cox should try to become fat.

On January 17th, 2003, I summed up my vacation.

On February 1st, 2003, I was running my pr in the 1000 meter, my beloved kilo.

On February 3rd, 2003, I spoke about Joe Millionaire, my temporary specialty, as well as the ridiculous flood in my house.

On February 19th, 2003, I was abandoning my plan to wear the same clothes indefinitely.

On February 24th, 2003, I fell through some ice a couple of times.

On March 3rd, 2003, I spent discussed cafeteria strategy and spent a night at a half-way house, demolishing a 10 year old in checkers.

On March 9th, 2003, I ran my last indoor race.

On March 25th, 2003, it was someone named David Wright’s birthday.

On March 31st, 2003, I decided not to buy products from annoying people.

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Forward the Foundation

As the 10,000th visitor looms on the horizon, I will be probably finishing these worthless “bestof” posts in the near future. We have now entered the bigwhoop era of words, and I’ll do the first 3 months right now.

Internet advertisements target the dumb.

10/6/02 An internet survey suggests that I may be insane, confirming what I’ve known all along.

10/10/02Poem to my old computer describing its suckiness.

10/16/03 Crushlink investigates our most hidden feelings. I was posting about 3 times a day during October, that’s why there are so many ones that I like (and more that I don’t).

11/6/02I ponder the possibility of clubbing Professor Payne with a desk.

11/17/02Greatest story ever told.

11/29/02 My brother was top-5 coolest in Goshen, according to him.

12/15/02 A catalogue of all the things broken on my old car as of December of last year.

12/17/02 A recap of Matt’s foray with Princess Madeleine of Sweden.

12/18/02 My father figures out when aliens will return and my brother mystifies Matt.

12/21/02 My father “almost” chips his tooth during a family game of speed monopoly. Hijinks ensue, as always.

In fact, many of the posts for those months made me laugh. More interesting things were happening back then, leading to more humorous posts. These days, I can go entire weekends without talking to anyone, and I barely remember how to do it when the phone rings.

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The Great Transition

Last week, I posted the Best Of-Second 6 Months. Here, without further ado, is the Best Of-Third 6 Months.

Summaries of included entries:

4/17/02 – I have a dream about magnetic cookies used for herpes treatment.

5/28/02 – Some words should not be repeated.

7/2/02 – Andy’s mom is responsible for the speech-writing of the mayor of Tacoma, WA.

7/20/02 – Trent gets passed 16 times and decides that Germans are short, since Hitler is short.

8/29/02 – We figure out how many Hanlon’s can fit into a car.

9/16/02 – Shelley Moorehead is always in a deoderant commercial.

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Summary of Nothing

Last week, I posted the Best Of-Second 6 Months

Summaries of included entries:

12/20/01 – Mall employee doesn’t realize that Perfumania is not a high class establishment.

12/23/01 – Laughing uncontrollably at church and weddings.

1/1/02 – Grandfather collection unvieled.

1/20/02 – I give myself a lobotomy.

3/9/02 – We have terrible meal in Sullivan County.

3/18/02 – The year anniversery. Topics discussed include the conceit of humankind when describing themselves and the prevelance of small talk after holidays.

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Remember a Day

A few weeks ago, furst.bigwhoop.org celebrated it’s 1st year anniversery. On the 19th of October, my web journaling career reached the two and a half year mark. As a result, I am going to try to make a few “best of” lists in the next few weeks. This entails me intentionally butting heads with Matt’s Quarter Century Month, but I don’t care.

I’ll break it into sections…the best of the first six months (3/19/01-10/19/01) is today’s installment. While the entire journalling period can be found here, I have made a condensed version of the best-of entries. Here she blows:

Best Of-First 6 Months

Summaries of included entries:

3/19/01 – First entry for nostalgic purposes.

3/22/01 – Forget everything you take for granted in time and space.

4/9/01 – Lung shattering, ab-building whopping coughs.

5/9/01 – Josh nearly falls into the tiolet and comes out with baggage.

5/11/01 – Ambulances are above the law.

5/12/01 – A random day in Goshen with manhole covers and intersections without stop signs.

5/23/01 – The first of many many entries about driving.

7/31/01 – One of the most pointless dreams ever recorded.

8/18/01 – You can’t see through your eyelids.

9/23/01 – Cows bred specifically for being ground into jello.

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