Todays musing will be short. Because I don't want to write much. Well, it looks like my plan to make frequent notes and whiticisms and call them "musings" has fallen astray. Surprsise! Oh well, I'll write a little bit about something very dear to my heart. Volleyball. Volleyball is like heroin to my soul; it's addictive, it makes me feel good, and I never get as much as I should. Hmm, on second thought, maybe it's not. Anyway, it's a lot of fun. I played on the high school team for a few years, but only JV my sophomore and junior years. I could have played varsity my senior year (this from the coach -- I'm not just being vain), but I would have probably sat the bench much of the year. Our team was #1 in the state (unofficial as there is no official men's volleyball at the state level -=- stupid title IV -=- but based on a big tournament [Volleyfest] that all the best teams play at), but for a variety of reasons I didn't. Oh well, I still love the sport. And a few weeks ago when I was walking home from lab late monday night, I saw a few guys playing on the courts right by my apartment. And there was only 5 of them... Sweeet, I ended up playing for a few hours that evening, and I found out they were practicing for their intramurals. They were pretty cool and I actually ended up playing with them again last night. This evening though, they have a game and are going to be down a man so they're going to ask if I can substitute and play on their team. It's the intramural tournament, so it may not be allowed, but if it does, that would be cool. I haven't played a real 6x6 game since my junior year of HS. I guess that'd make it about 3 years ago. Yikes. Long time, but I was playing pretty good last night so I'm looking forward to it.
There's an interesting article in Time Magazine this month about Howard Stern. One of the editors was writing (sarcastically) a column about how he had based his whole understanding of how a successful long-term relationship works on Howard and Allison Stern. Oops. It was a well written piece, and I was quite amused. There may even be some real, interesting, news items in the issue, but if there were, I didn't see any.
Balls on your forhead.
Now that I have your attention, I thought I'd share my invaluable (re: cheap and meaningless) opinion on WJRR. Unless you've been somehow bred and raised beneath a dock in the everglades, you know -=- of course -=- that JRR is a rock radio station in Orlando. 101.1 FM to be more accurate. And if volleyball is heroin to my soul, JRR is the meth-amphetamines. BTW, a quick note -- I'm lazy so I type these musings with notepad -=- I don't feel like letting Word or any ~real~ editor pop up -=- so I have no spell checking capabilities whatsoever. I'm sure then that my... less than stellar spelling abilities will shine through like the sun going nova. Ok, I've written more than enough. I need to start mentally preparing myself for the volleyball game tonight. IE, sleep or vege on TV; these are essentials in any athletes dietary needs.
The attention getting quote above also happens to be the favorite saying of one of the more zany DJ's on WJRR, Taco Bob. His name comes from... well, it comes from the reason he was late to work on his first day. And I'm told he wasn't at taco bell. Whatever that means. He also happens to be a graduate from my high school. Whadd'ya know?