Darned Kids with Your Music

It sounds as though people in the program are starting to read this blog. Eep. I guess I’m not going to run the “Professor So-and-So is a Complete and Total Ass” post. I want to make something clear, even though Jen told me not to. “It will ruin your rebellious and ruggedly manly mystique,” she said. Maybe those weren’t her exact words, but I know that’s what she meant in her heart. Anyway, the school asked me to do this blog as part of my assistanceship with the MBA office. I only bring this up because I don’t want people thinking I feel like everyone needs to hear the stuff my brain craps out. So Sam, as much as I’d like to follow your suggestion and talk about Dan and the furries, I really can’t in this forum. All I will say is that I always thought of Dan as a bunny. Turns out he’s a squirrel. Who knew? Isn’t that bushy tail just a nuisance?

One would think that a week before all my giant projects were due and 2 weeks before I face waking up with no school and no internship, I’d be working on those things. Not so. I chose to indulge in University-Related-Extra-Curricular good times. First, Grand Kerfuffle. Holy crap. Spellcheck just fixed “kerfuffle” for me. But now it’s telling me that that’s not how you spell “spellcheck”. Odd. Anyway, Grand Kerfuffle is an annual out-in-cold campus concert. Girl Talk opened for Lupe Fiasco. Kick. Push. Coast.

Good show, but disturbing. Kids these days. I heard that the 80s had come back, but I had no idea. Pinks, yellows, neon greens…all striped together. Ill fitting tops. Stretchpants. Dear Lord. It’s what all the kids are wearing. And I totally know why. They’re not old enough to remember the first time this tragedy took place. Flock of Seagulls, Qbert…meaningless to them. So they don’t understand the pain of looking back and remembering you once wore that stuff. Pictures of me from 5th and 6th grade no longer exist. I made sure of that. No one wants to see me rocking my Miami Vice pink/grey look. Crockett and Tubbs rolled up into 75 lbs. of skinny white kid was completely against God’s plan. It’s ok, though. I was the cutest toddler ever and my parents had me in leisure suits up through 3rd grade. So there are plenty of cute little Tony pics out there. And no, that's not me in the green. That's Girl Talk.

And with digital media and Facebook and MySpace and the interweb and all, well, stuff doesn’t disappear anymore. So don’t do it. Don’t wear that stuff. Especially if you’re a guy. One day, your son’s not going to care that your clothes were hip. He’ll see the pics and all he’ll know is that one day his Dad woke up and thought, “I think I go with turquoise today. Oo, and hot pink!” There’s only one person I know that can pull off super colors, and that’s Samantha. Hi Sam! And I’m sorry everyone else, but you are no Sam.

So the concert was Wednesday. We also had an Attitude Adjustment on Friday. I wrote about them once before. This one was uneventful relative to the last one. Let’s just say the after-party of the prior Adjustment involved the cops and we all learned a valuable lesson. That pilot that landed the plane the water? Is he a hero? Turns out that the real hero is me. But that's a different story.

But one thing I want to reiterate about the Attitude Adjustments is that they are paid for by Dean Brittain. Thousands of dollars, I’m sure. And he’s leaving! We’ll miss you Dean Brittain. And not just because of the free booze. I mean, a lot because of the free booze, but not totally because of the free booze.

I must say, I'm really enjoying the contrast between the Dean Brittain pic and the Girl Talk pic.

Made-Up MBA word of the week…"imitability". Frankly, it’s stupid that that isn’t a real word. I just used two "that"s in a row. Can I do that? Again, English majors, we ain’t. Thank you, Jen, for that.