To the girl at the bookstore...

...brave enough to recommend the dirtiest book shed ever read: You didnt want me to think poorly of you, which was kind of sweet. Any guy worth a damn wants a librarian who reads utter filth. I may have to go back later and compare notes with you, provided your book doesnt suck

Allow me to share my tabs with you

As stated below, I've had some time on my hands this morning. Here's what I've been internetting:

MMA fans/participants are suing the state of NY to legalize public, for profit MMA fights. Their claim is that by banning public "combative sports", but not the activities themselves (you can still ground and pound the shit out of somebody in a gym) the state is impinging on their first amendment right to free speech. I know it sounds like nonsense, but they may actually have a case. slate article

While were on the topic of MMA, heres is a summersault kick: A site with the video , and here is somebody jump-kicking off the side of the cage: Anthony Pettis' superkick

I feel like hulu and the TV networks have been letting me down recently. Community is on an indefinite hiatus, which is awful. I guess nobody was watching it, which kind of blows my mind, because its everything I want in a sitcom. The other comedy to which I have pledged my heart is Archer, and it is also on some sort of inexplicable break. I'm not sure what happened to Justified either, it seems like it should be back on by now. I've become mildly obsessed with The Sing Off, an a capella singing competition show. Here's Pentatonix covering Let's Get It On . Im watching some of the new sitcoms, but I'm not too happy with any of them. Whitney and The New Girl both have moments of brilliance, but for the most part they're a little too formulaic and predictable.

I have so little time on my hands

Recently, it has become difficult to tell when one day ends and another day begins. I'll pass out at odd times, wake up three hours later, eat some thanksgiving leftovers, and then desperately search for something to do at 3:17am. I should go and play poker, but i feel unmotivated. I might chalk it up to the seasonal blah blah and vitamin D, but i don't feel depressed; I'm just sleepy and can't be bothered to walk on my own legs.

God bless the internet. I was nervous about my use of that semicolon, so I read a useful web comic about it: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/semicolon.

I've gotten old(er) and it seems that I may be growing up a bit as well. I'm learning to be tolerant of people's idiotic opinions and beliefs and idiosyncrasies. I may not be willing to accept Jesus into my heart, but I'm willing to accept him into the hearts of people in the same room as me. When i was in high school, any disagreement was a chance to assert my intellectual dominance and show off the awesome rationality of my steel trap mind. I wish I'd spent that time and energy masturbating or falling off of skateboards. 

Clearly, this blog is off to a thunderous start.