Finals and tests and stress--oh my!

Finals week is coming up and I'm stressed. The problem is, I don't just have normal finals, I have papers galore to write. Problem number two is I haven't started them yet. Oops. My brain seems to function better under stress apparently. I'm trying to write about this, but I have my Bro-in-law blabbering in my ear so I'm having a hard time concentrating. I'll have to come back and write something later--maybe AFTER finals.

Fantasy Football

Is there anything more manly than football? I mean really? As one who has played, I can't tell you what it feels like to ram, helmet to helmet into an oncoming running back. Or to chase down a QB. It's a rush of testosterone for sure. So much so, that grown men (most of whom probably did not play) will dress themselves in full football gear just to go to a game and cheer on their team. That will have to be addressed on another day.

About the time I was in 7th grade, somewhere around 1989-90, I remember hearing something pretty strange on the announcements one morning: "for all of you who are interested in the fantasy football club, please meet in room...." Fantasy football club!? What is that? Once I found out, I couldn't help but chuckle and laugh at all of the nerds who would waste their time sitting around with a piece of paper that had their "team" on it and the statistics from the previous days games, compiling scores, and saying to each other, "Booya! I totally wasted you!". What a bunch of morons. "I will NEVER do that". Let's fastforward to now. Fantasy football is now the driving force behind the NFL. It is the heart that pumps interest in the league through many a persons brain. Every stat is so scrupulously followed it's seems ridiculous. There are shows specifically dedicated to fantasy football. Not only football either--but basketball, baseball, and even hockey.

I have always enjoyed the NFL, but since I officially joined clan nerd, I follow EVERY game. Why? Because my "team" is represented by a conglomeration of players from several different teams, and heaven knows, I have to root each player on to high points. I couldn't give two craps if their real team wins , so long as player 'a' scores a TD and has lots and lots of yards--GO TEAM! Even the coolest of the cool are now fantasy football members. It's gotten so bad now, that millions of people even PAY to play it. They can even pretend to be club presidents and managers. My mind is swimming. If only I had seen through the mist of dork in 7th grade, and had some sense of vision beyond my hormones, I would have been one of the pioneers, and would have been drowning in the loot, and would have most likely had my own show on ESPN. But alas, I am one of the herd, trudging along whilst chewing my cud of mediocrity; all the while wishing I would have put my arm around one of those goobers and said, "let's run with this thing baby. I see a bright future here."

Great Blog/Language Evolution

I just wanted to recommend a wonderful blog. www.drexdavis.com. He hasn't updated it in a long time, but still the same, it is pretty good. He has some pretty dang funny things on their. One of my favorite postings was "Einstein does not work at Einstein's Bagels". Check it out.

I'm still holding onto the American Phraseology topic. I have a lot of questions about the evolution of our language. Many like to hold to the ideal that we evolved from apes--going from lesser to greater. Well, if we hold to the evolution theme, and apply it to our language, I'm thinking that we might be able to see a startling foretelling for us humans. I say this because it seems to me that our language--again, hugging tight to the evolution life boat--is ever evolving. It went from nothing, to grunts, to basic words and phrases, to complex speech. However, if you take a deeper look, it appears that our language evolution is an evolutionary parabola. It seems to me that anymore, we are leaving the complexities of language and engaging in greater amounts of grunts and what have you. Which is fine with me, so long as the person taking my food order understands what I'm getting at with my uuuuh, acth, eeee, eacth. My point is, that if our language is de-evolving, or heading back the other way, perhaps that is a sign that we might be headed on the same course. The "Planet of the Apes" may be closer than we think.

School

So, I started school again. Or rather, the next semester of school has begun for me. I think it is going to suck. I can't be 100% sure about that, but I'm thinking it will. I go to ASU and let me tell you, Fall semester sucks worse than the other semesters because there are probably 700,000 freshmen running around this campus with stupid grins on their faces, "Woo hoo, I'm in college now!" And truthfully, there isn't anything wrong with being excited to be back at school--learning is a good thing. But, the part that gets me are the bajillion sigma nu's, delta phi's, kapa kappa beta phi alpha's. Nothing but a bunch of seemingly shallow tarts wandering around in their sorority tank tops advertising their sorority for new suckers to join.

I've never been in an "organized" fraternity, but I don't think I would ever want to be in one anyway. Don't you have to pay lots of denero for that stuff. And for what? So you can pay to wear a symbol while you party and get drunk. Can't you do that for free and just live somewhere else? I know, I know, it's the experience of it all. Well, poop on that experience, you can keep it! Especially if that experience requires the use of said poop to finally get in. Yikes.

Enough of that tangent--speaking of math, I have a biomechanics course I'm not really looking forward to. Oh well, how does that saying go....I've made my bed, so now I have to sleep in it? Or, I've slept in your bed so now I have to make it soon? I never know.

Got to get to class now. But that last comment will lead nicely into my next segment--American phraseology. Where do some of these sayings come from? Scene.