i think i want to found the church of alan moore - be a moorist.  his notion of afterlife is extremely comforting to me: 

we might get this life forever — you'll have to read the book to get the whole thing, but I tend to think that it's a pretty watertight theory: That you don't get reincarnated as somebody else, but that you get reincarnated as yourself, over and over again. You have the same thoughts, and you never know you've done this [before], except for those little moments of déjà vu.

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i'm a little addicted to the website freerice.  it's a really basic vocabulary type quiz, but for every word you get right, the site donates 20 grains of rice to an underprivileged country through the UN world food program.  how cool is that?

I wasn't going to post on this, mainly because every nerd in the universe already has a blog post up about it (and then a few more and more). Hell, my mom told me on the phone the other night. And nothing against my mom, but when she's delivering me nerd news, it isn't exactly breaking anymore. (On top of emails from various friends, spreading the news like nerdcore had lost one of the rulers of the 7 Kingdoms of Nerdonia*.)

But, like everyone else, I spent a good amount of high school playing d&d. And it delighted me when he was on Futurama years ago. The man influenced my life, indirectly and in a positive manner. I am grateful for his work. But the following cartoon is why I am making this post — I think it's pretty awesome.

And really, this cartoon says it better than I ever could (avoiding the obvious 1d20 jokes):

* I believe a history and details of the 7 Kingdoms of Nerdonia will be forthcoming.

i have written quite frequently over the last year or so about how the world is a very small place. i hope you like these stories; you're getting another one now.

on monday nights, we trek to ugly's for drinks with anyone and everyone who wants to come out. generally, this means i hop off public transportation, race home, stuff our faces with dinner and then race to the bar. to get there by about 7.30. some mondays it works better than others. usually we scarf dinner in front of jeopardy. (jeopardy, which, for some reason, comes on at 7pm on the west coast, followed by wheel of fortune at 7.30. on the east coast, these shows are swapped. ive never known why this is and have never investigated further.)

last night, we flip on jeopardy.

and wilson rickerson is staring right back at me.

wilson and i went to college together. we were in the same frat. now, granted, i haven't seen him in years, but we are still only a degree or two away form each other. (in fact, i got email today from cs box (whose site seems to be mia at the moment) about all of this as well.)

i freak out and call petunia. i know she is on the east coast; it's too late for her to catch it. i should have called chris davis and adam. sorry guys, i hope you can forgive me. she and i talk as i watch wilson play.

wilson gets the last clue, which also turns out to be a daily double. he bets it all.

the answer, in case you can't read it is:
'this heroine details her own consumption of 5,277 cigarettes, her gain of 74 pounds & her loss of 72 pounds'

the question is: 'who is bridget jones?'

wilson misses it. (look at his expression in the photo. it says it all.) with it, he misses out on final jeopardy, bowing out of the game with $0.

but i look at it like this:
1. wilson would fairly easily be in my 'top 5 people i know i would expect to see on jeopardy', even if i cannot fully explain the surprise and delight i got from turning on the tv and seeing someone i knew, especially for longer than 10 seconds.
2. if wilson was going to lose, this might have been the perfect question to go out on. it's a pop culture question, devoid of anything he should have learned in college. and, let's face it, it's a girl question.
3. as i said several times last night, if there had been a 'frat foolery' column in last night's game, wilson would have cleaned up. i feel like i must have photos or video of him acting nutty. perhaps with a mohawk. he cleans up nicely it seems.
4. seriously, it was insanely cool to find him on my tv randomly.

right now, last night especially, i love the world.

and wilson — i was rooting for you, buddy.

chris rightfully chastised me for glossing over the bocci nazi, so i will rewind.

we sat at the end of one of the bocci courts and watched people play. this pair of girls were playing a couple. it quickly became clear that, to the guy half of the couple, this was no game. this was very very serious.

we started talking to the girls when they came down to our end, mainly to make fun of this guy. the girls had never played before, a fact lost on this guy. there were several points during the game where he actually grabbed the ruler to see whose ball was closer because he wasn't willing to concede.

chris made up a german voice for him. i can't do that accent, so i adopted a robot voice. (meg had asked me to see 'grandma's boy' (which, by the by, is bad like 'dude where's my car?') and that movie has a character who does a robot voice. i just saw it the day before, so it was fresh in my head.) we laughed at this guy's expense for the entirity of the game, something like 30 minutes.

and then he lost to these girls. we laughed our asses off.

and then the girls were tired of playing and chris and i took over for them. and then we promptly lost.

i am addicted to bookworm.

i live in the greatest city in the world with limitless possibilities at my fingertips, but instead i sit at my computer until my eyes glaze over and i have to remind myself to blink.

in the background the tv blares the grunts and yells and smacks of WWE wrestling, and i am quite looking forward to the main event tonight, an 18-man battle royale.

i am a 10 year old boy trapped in the body of a 28 year old woman.