Quote of the Day:

Tomorrow I give up procrastination for Lent!!!

This head cold is about to do me in. (Why do we call it a head cold, anyway? Sure, it’s in the head area, but you’ve never heard anyone say, Man, I just can’t shake this cold. Oh, your head all clogged up? No, no. It’s my hand.)

I made friends with my bottle of NyQuil last night instead of studying. I figured I could just turn in early and do all my studying in the morning. And this morning, on my way to school, I figured it would be good to pick up a pack of DayQuil, despite what my finances said I could do. DayQuil would be a must, a little nugget of truth I discovered Friday afternoon when a quick swig of NyQuil hit me like an elephant tranquilizer dart. That was quite a nap.

I stand there, looking over the options. New formula? Really? I lean in for a closer look. Well, It seems this one’s somehow rid itself of pseudoepheprine. Hmm. Well, that just won’t do. I didn’t want to snag some reformulated crap just because half the Middle Tennessee population can’t control their meth intake. But, no! It seems the pharmacy is closed at this hour! And they’re keeping the good stuff behind the counter these days. Well, I had to have something, so I grabbed a box.

It works surprisingly well. In fact, I might just be more pleased with this new drug, phenylephrine HCL, than with my old buddy pseudoephedrine. For nearly four hours I was relatively sniffle-free, but the bonus to this new drug is that I’m not walking around inside a bubble. There’s not the feeling of everything being surreal anymore. So there it is, I’m happier with the reformulation of DayQuil.

I sit here, cold in my own bedroom, thinking of what the next month might hold. I honestly cannot wait to get home. It’s not homesickness at all; I do not feel somehow dejected from Nashville. It is this feeling that something–and a most probable something, at that–may be the last of it’s kind for me. In the coming year, I suppose I will have a more intense exploration of that which will be my livelihood beyond May of 2007, and thoughts of the next year have given me an awful feeling of loss for what I’ve had all these years.

At times, I feel very nearly like one might feel entering C.S. Lewis’ Wood between Worlds. I am no longer in the world of my Childhood, though vestiges of that world stay with me. A token count of friends from that world are still with me. And though I carry the green ring around, peering at it longingly, and at times even testing it on my finger, I have yet to fully remain in Adulthood. Sure, at times I’ve tested it out to see how I like it, a bit of self-assurance that I could indeed survive in it, but I always manage to make it back to the safety of the Wood and then to the comfort of Childhood. And I’m sure it’s those comforts that I run back to. I haven’t much of an affection for the physical world of Childhood, and I’m almost certain I would gladly venture into Adulthood if only I could pack along all the comforts of the previous world. Again, not that I haven’t found comfort in Adulthood; I have merely become accustom–and quite fond, if I may say–to those comforts that often draw me back to Childhood.

At this very moment, I can feel the peaceful tension of the Wood, and it is where I will have to remain for the next week. I am only afraid that, once I’ve been back to Childhood for too long, it may not be so easy to reach once again for the yellow ring. But I must enjoy it while it lasts, for the rings may not be here for my pleasure in a bit more than a year’s time.

1. Chuck Norris’ tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

2. A man once asked Chuck Norris if his real name is “Charles”. Chuck Norris did not respond, he simply stared at him until he exploded.

3. Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother’s womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.

4. Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK’s head exploded out of sheer amazement.

5. The original theme song to the Transformers was actually “Chuck Norris–more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris–robot in disguise,” and starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too much awesome for a single show, however, so the concept was divided.

6. Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of “beard”. Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus’ obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.

7. Chuck Norris once shot a German plane down with his finger, by yelling, “Bang!”

8. When Chuck Norris plays Oregon Trail his family does not die from cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you.

9. Before each filming of Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris is injected with five times the lethal dose of elephant tranquilizer. This is, of course, to limit his strength and mobility, in an attempt to lower the fatality rate of the actors he fights.

10. Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

11. When Chuck Norris’s wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck said, “Don’t worry about it honey,” and went into his backyard. He came back five minutes later with a live turkey, ate it whole, and when he threw it up a few seconds later it was fully cooked and came with cranberry sauce. When his wife asked him how he had done it, he gave her a roundhouse kick to the face and said, “Never question Chuck Norris.”

12. Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

13. Chuck Norris once tried to sue Burger King after they refused to put razor wire in his Whopper, insisting that that actually is “his” way.

In the continuing spirit of want, I present to you: My Wishlist.

KRAMER: You know the police, they found another victim of the Lopper in Riverside Park. I saw the photo, and it looked a lot like you.

JERRY: Oh, come on. There’s a lot of people walking around the city that look like me.

KRAMER: Not as many as there used to be.

First release of the information that has made my weekend: Seinfeld Seasons 5 and 6 will be released on Nov. 22!

I swear, when I was looking for a name for this blog and stumbled upon the Latin for “in the midst of things”, none of these folks’ blogs showed up on Google! Now the hip thing to do is have a blog that’s in the midst of things.

Today on his nationally syndicated radio talk show, G. Gordon Liddy said that asking a man with homosexual tendencies to become a priest and take a vow of chastity is like asking a child to work in an ice cream shop and not take a scoopful.

Hmm… not really sure how I feel about alter boys being compared to scoops of ice cream.

Just saw a commercial for a OTC drug called Altovis. The commercial opens with this line:

More than 10 million adults suffer from daily fatigue due to too much work, too much stress, and not enough sleep.

Stop! Hold it right there. I know exactly what the problem is. In fact, you’ve given me a bit of insight into a solution. Perhaps I need to cut back on my work load, de-stress, and get some more sleep!

More: Apparently the makers of Altovis are being sued for fraudulent billing practices.