Thought for the day

Thought. Thinking about thought. Talking about thinking about thought. Writing about talking about thinking about thought. Singing of writing about talking about thinking about thought.

(go ahead, add to it if you wish...)

the many faces of Randolph Morris

While watching the CATS play in the Maui Invitational tonight... - one thought kept repeating in my mind... >"Why does Randolph Morris never smile?"

Even after making great plays, making clutch free throws, blocking shots, etc... He always has a 'drugged up' look on his face. It looks almost as if he is about to fall alseep right there on the court! If you don't understand what I'm saying: then please take a quick journey with me as I peer into Randolph's past history to see his facial expressions at some monumental moments in his life...
Here is how Randolph looked when:

When Randolph first came from the womb ---Winning the spelling bee in 4th grade ---Breaking his arm on the playground ---Reaction to his first kiss ---After getting his driver's license ---Receiving his first speeding ticket ---His high school Prom picture ---After riding Millenium Force ---When his dog died ---After eating his first bagel bite ---The reaction to his first college A+ paper ---His reaction to his first college D- paper ---After seeing Eric Walters for the first time ---When his mom makes his favorite food for dinner ---Randolph's Halloween Costume (notice the smile mask he is wearing).

Yes, Randolph is a man of many faces... However, what I like most is his game face. (do I even need to picture it - I think you know what it is) so even if he doesn't smile, who cares --- what matters is that he consistently gets the job done. Although a little smile wouldn't hurt every now and then...

Oh ya I forgot one:

Here is Randolph's reaction after reading this post ---

Yes - the Rumor is true...

I have recently started filling a majority of my free time during the day with drugs. I just can't help but handle narcotics and controlled substances 3 or 4 days out of the week. I'm in it for the money$ no doubt, but I just feel like I shouldn't be blamed for my actions. Ya, I'll say it:
I love being a drug runner.

Don't get the wrong idea though---If you ever need a hit, unfotunately my clientel base is rather limited so I will not be able to get you what you need. But just in case you find yourself roaming on my turf, here is what you should look for if you want to find me:

• My Gang Colors = Light Blue (ocassionally green as well)
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• My Style = My shirt is untucked and my pants are baggy. (sometimes the pants are ocassionaly sneakin')
  
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• Best Hours for Profits = early afternoon -when most college kids get out of class
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• My Bling = Usually I have on a brown watch from Wal-Mart with chrome trim. (It is important to recognize you time efficiency when dealing with controlled substances...)
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• My ride = I have been known to roll up ridin on twenty-inch deuces (two wheels) and a stylish chrome body frame which commands respect on the road. (my bike is solid yo)
  

I the old street saying now holds true for me: I'm Hated by Many, Loved by Few, but Respected by All. Yes drug runnin' has changed my life. and I don't see myself quittin' any time soon...

(ok, ok, jokes over. I know. ---If you didn't already know- I recently started work at the UK Hospital in the inpatient pharmacy on the second floor. The hours are good, the pay is pretty decent, and I wear scrubs.
In all honesty its nothin' special - but hey, at least it helped me make a new blog post.)

When the pants are sneakin'

You know those times when your pants are stubborn and they decide to tuck themselves into the back of your shoes? Or even when they start to creep down over the back of your shoe and drag on the ground? ....Well all those annoying times can now be described by one simple phrase: "Hey bro, YOUR PANTS ARE SNEAKIN'!"

The quest to find a name for this phenomenon has plagued my mind ever since my senior year of high school. My jeans were sneakin' quite often and I struggled to find an acceptable phrase...(I needed something that sounded smooth, yet that I could use to call out to my friends when I noticed their own pants sneakin' in the hallway.)
Finally the day is here: Let it be known that today, the Lords day, November 14, 2006 the phrase "Your pants are Sneakin' " is now officially fair game to say to anyone you choose.

special thanks to: Jon Canler & John Ross for help in describing this everyday annoyance. Canler knows all to well that when walking past the Patterson Office Tower when the wind is blowin 50 mph then the pants are definitely gonna be sneakin'...

I love english

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Keep on Keepin' on...

Ya, you know what all this means....
UK over Georgia...24-20... and a goal post is down! Get hype (i just hope we keep this up. This win did help to define our season, but a bowl game victory is oh so sweet. Go CATS!!!)

The FARMAL (what you didn't see)

Yes, the Farmal was another success this year.
However, some things happened that you probably didn't see...
[they are in order with five as being the best (funny) thing you didn't see]

1. During the pie eating contest I had so much pie up my nose that I couldn't breathe.
2. Melted marshmallow all over Conner's jeans from flaming marshmellow stick thrown at him.
3. The fact that Canler was freezing in his classic white-T, yet he played it off well. (for a while)
4. (everyone probably knows this one but it is worth mentioning) = Hagan York threw up/yarked/blew chunks/spewed, whatever you wanna call it: with the chocolate pie.
5. Eric Walters was peeing behind a pick up truck- guided by the dim light of his flashlight.

on another note---- Props to Jerry Ball, Woody, Canler etc. and all of those who helped set up this years FARMAL. It was certainly a success and I encourage all to come back next year for some more fun.

Today

it rained today.
but its all good...