So I turn on the history channel the other day and Robocop is talking about the Roman Empire.

So bizzare. 

It turns out that, according to the Daily News, " Weller, 58, who holds a master's degree in Roman and Renaissance art and is working toward a Ph.D., has become one of Syracuse University's most popular professors."

You know what he says at the end of each class?

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Josh sent me an e-mail today...   

Check this girl out - she's perfect for you...

http://www.yourperfectgirl.com/default.html?playlist=161_161_93_51_15_343

Ladies and gentlemen, the search is over.

I knew in all those RSS subs, there had to be someone like this...    :)

Make your own at www.yourperfectgirl.com.

Did you know there was a Guinness record for riding the whole NYC subway system... stopping at all 468 stations?   Well, 6 guys from Regis High School in New York City did, and they smashed that record by an hour and a half, doing it in just under 25 hours. 

I told my friend about it and she said, "That's such a Regis guy thing to do."  If you know any of us, you'd have to agree.  :)

Nice work Bill Amarosa, Brooklyn's own Brian Brockmeyer, Stefan Karpinski, Andrew Wier, Jason Laska and Michael Boyle!

One thing I haven't meantioned a lot is that I like to play pool.  I tend to play at Amsterdamn on the Upper West Side or Slate on 21st.  I'm a bit streaky, but I can hold my own.  Perhaps nextNY should do a pool tourney sometime.. 

I found this on College Humor:

I have a closet with three Container Store shelves, each with two large folded piles on it.  The piles are:

• Nice t-shirts
• Grey and black t-shirts that used to be nice, but are maybe a little faded, so they're good for wearing underneath button down shirts
• Decent gym t-shirts
• Not so nice gym t-shirts and things with sleeves cut off
• Gym shorts and pants
• Random shirts with specific usage, like ZogSports t-shirts, softball jerseys, etc.

I have no sweaters.  I always lock the bathroom door, even when I'm in the apartment alone.  I bounce my right leg up and down when I'm sitting without even noticing it.  I hate soccer.  I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow and would easily sleep uninterrupted for 12 hours every night if it wasn't for my alarm clock.  I do not trust the snooze button...  I reset the alarm even just five minutes from now just to be on the safe side.  I have a fear of heights.  I'm eating craisins right now.  I once broke down in a U-Haul truck in Mechanicsville, PA.  Ironically, there was no one around to help us until the next day.  I nearly pass out over needles.  I have a discoloration on my right hand where I tore off a big chunk of skin playing street football when I was 15.  I broke the toilet in my old apartment by standing on the tank to weatherproof the windows.  The whole tank tore from the floor and toppled over.  I managed to get it back, but it was sitting precariously for a month before I left.  Seattle is the next major US city I would like to visit that I haven't been to. 

When I yawn, my eyes tear uncontrollably.  That's my que to go to bed.

If no one ever tells you about something, you're likely not going to find out about it until after you probably should know better.  It happens.  You'll get what I mean when you read this...   Please feel free to add your own!

1. When I used to hear marathon times when I was younger, I'd always thing, "Wow...  4 hours.. that's way longer than I could ever run."  But, I knew that logic dictated that if you ran faster, it would take less time.  Time being the bottleneck there, I imagined that if you just ran the marathon really really fast... like as fast as you could, it would be a lot easier to finish, because it would take so much less time.  Why was everyone just jogging?  How come no one has ever tried this??
2. One time my mom noticed my hands at dinner when I was like eight.  She said, "Wow, you have really slender fingers!  You should be a pianist!"   If you say pianist too quickly to an eight year old boy who had never heard the word, they think it has something to do with their little boy parts.   I was so embarrassed...   What could my mom be thinking of at the dinner table that slender fingers could be an advantage for?   "A what!?!"   Oh...  pi-an-ist.
3. There are no male cows.   There are no female bulls.  I thought that cows and bulls were seperate animals until my senior year of high schoool.  Male and female cows.  Male and female bulls.  Makes perfect sense to a city kid.
4. My first grade teacher, Sister Ann, told us that you couldn't digest gum and fingernails, so you shouldn't swallow either.  Wow... couldn't digest it at all?  Jeez.  I imagined that if you didn't know better, eventually, they'd have to surgically remove this big gum and fingernail ball from your stomach, and that the gum and fingernail ball was the most disgusting object I could ever conceive of.
5. When I was like 10 or 11 and dating and liking girls started to become a topic of conversation, I was really confused about something.  In Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, people used to call making out "going with."   No, not like the 50's version of dating or seeing each other as in "they're going with each other"...  I mean, literally the act of making out was "going with".   A boy and a girl would take a walk around the block and we'd be all dying to know if they "went with each other."   The problem was that I didn't really know what exactly we were referring to.  I mean, I knew about a kiss and I had some loose conception of what sex was... but anything that fell anywhere in between... no clue.   Where the hell were all these people going?  Where they having sex?  The funniest thing was that, in the seventh grade, the first time I ever really went with someone (which turned out to just be some open mouth and a bit of tongue) I told my friend about it and he goes, "And you guys were naked!?"    Apparently I wasn't the only one that didn't know what the deal was either.

"I feel like I... have nothing to conclude, despite having tons to say..." - K.S.