Something to Talk About

Well, it's Monday again! This would be a bad thing, as usual, except for the fact that I am leaving for Thanksgiving break tomorrow! Also, I have a jazz concert tonight, 8 PM at the Carriage House. Be there. It should be good, and the Carriage House makes a damn good espresso (not that I would know- I don't drink coffee, but it sounds classier than "a damn good hot chocolate").

You know what I've realized? I have become significantly much less creative over the past month. And it thoroughly disappoints me. The truth is, I'm just running out of things to ridicule. And resorting to making fun of the news should only be done once every so often- or else I'd end up making every single post about Health Care reform, which, as interesting as it may be to some, is not necessarily the most appealing subject to most. It's rather sad.

Maybe I'm just forcing it or something. Who knows. In any case, it's becoming increasingly difficult to choose topics.

For this post, at least, I'll write about an experience.

I was at a Thanksgiving dinner last night (an early one that a frat had). After the dinner (which was scrumptious), there were a number of classic post-dinner party activities going on. One of which was, of course, Halo. And as I sat there, engulfed in the couch and immersed in the game, I realized something:

Nothing can make a
Room full of grown men scream as
Well as Halo can.


Really. People were yelling at the screen, yelling at each other, yelling at the Xbox, yelling at unnamed forces, and yelling at their own on-screen characters. It was actually thoroughly entertaining. Especially when everyone started killing their teammates. While we lost miserably to the other team, I'm pretty sure that we had far more fun.


The title is the name of some song I know.