The End

Hello everyone,

This will probably be my last posting to this blog. I'm not really a blogger; I'm more of a reader and English graduate student. Writing this blog has been interesting and fun. Although, I don't imagine that I'd attract too many readers in the real world. When I started the blog, I thought of veiling my own life through the thoughts and actions of two cancerous growths in my brain: Freddy Frueger and Albert Einstein. That only lasted about two weeks. I quickly devolved into writing about the goings-on in my life firsthand. For those of you out there that have diligently read this blog, thank you.

My last post will really be about the young woman pictured above. She'll probably look at this and grimace, but I thought it would be nice to throw her in the spotlight for a second, especially if this is the last time I have anyone's attention. Her name is Brandie, and I've completely fallen for her. She is the young lady I formally challenged to a game of Jenga last week. She beat me twice, but our third game was all mine (You are going down again next time). To make this short and sweet, I like her quite a lot. Hopefully, she'll let me take her out on the town this weekend even though I just put her photo on my blog.

So long...
Farewell....
Als viedersein to you...
And you and you and you...

The Poster is Huge!

Hello everyone,

My last post was about how excited I was about buying a Doctor Who poster from England. Well, to follow up on that, I received the poster from Royal Air, sent it over to Hobby to custom frame (can you say ex-pen-sive?), then, just two days ago, they called to tell me it was ready to be picked up. So I jetted over there, and what they handed me was the most enormous poster I'd ever seen. And as I was paying for it, I thought to myself, "Do I even want to put this on my wall?" A mental image of going to someone's house and seeing an enormous Steve Urkel or Balki Bartokomous poster crossed my mind. I mean, Doctor Who is a cool show, but do I need to display it as prominently in my home as others do national flags?

Currently, the enormous thing is in my closet, creating quite a traffic jam for my laundry basket, and when I get an apartment this summer, it may or may not go up.

What do you all think? Would it be lame to go over to someone's house and see an enormous friends or Seinfield poster on the wall? You see, old movie posters have that retro thing going on, but do posters of television shows garner that same status? I wonder if there are any people who have 1979 Battlestar Gallactica posters in their homes. Also, what if I get married one day and my wife either accidently breaks it or begins to hate me for making her look at it every day?

Paranioa out.

Board Games and Life

Do you remember when life was simple, eand every day has full of playful potential--completely free of responsibility? I spent countless hours of my childhood playing these (and other) boardgames. I especially liked Mouse Trap. The actual game wasn't fun, but watching the chain reaction was almost as good as the Fourth of July. Just looking at these pictures takes me back to my childhood.

This isn't a very ingenious post, but it does serve a distinct purpose.

I'd like to take this opportunity to challenge a certain young lady to a game of Jenga. You know who you are, and you are gonna drop like the crystal ball at New Years.
Yeah, I said it; what?

Sunday!

Hello everyone,

Today's story involves a 24"X36" poster of this image. The other day, I went online and splurged. I'm sure a few of you out there have done this. But in just one sitting, I bought this poster from a nice store named 10th Planet in Essex, England through our mutual friend the Internet.

The reason this is big news is because I rarely buy posters. Unlike your kid sister who has Justin Timberlake posters sloppily hung all over her walls, when I buy a poster, it's usually a marriage till death. For instance, the last time I bought a poster was in 1999 when Michael Jordan announced his retirement. Just like the MJ poster years before, I'm having this Doctor Who poster custom-framed at Hobby Lobby. So, years from now, my library will have these two posters on the wall for all to see.

I wonder if I'll regret this later? If you had to have a poster or a piece of artwork on your wall for the rest of your life, what would it be?

David Lee

My name might be Mike Gee, but David Lee is the man to be!

If you don't already know, David Lee is the reserve forward for the New York Knicks. The reason he is so amazing, and worthy of your undying love, is because of his improbable quest to the NBA. He attended the University of Florida and went to the NBA the year before they won the Men's NCAA Basketball Championship. He wasn't a superstar in college; he was more like a really solid, quietly-efficient guy. Then, he was selected 30th (last pick) in the first round (after 29 other college and international players) by the New York Knicks--behind New York's other two picks: Channing Frye and Nate Robinson. His athleticism and plyometrics really impressed the NYC scouts, but they never thought he'd be the man.

Well, he's now in his second season in the league and is arguable one of the best forwards in the game. He is 2nd in Field Goal percentage (which means only one other player scores more often than he does), 4th in total rebounding, and 9th in Total Efficiency. That is astounding considering there are more than 450 players in the league. He's got upside, brains, and a good smile.

Also, in front of everyone in his 60+ draft class, including his higher-picked teammates, he has been chosen to be the starting sophmore (second year player) at this year's All-Star Game in Las Vegas.

So, here is to you, David Lee. You represent the little guy (Did I mention he was 6' 9" 245lbs?) who has to work to get where he is.

After writing my paper about the history and importance of the blog, I realized that I have unestimated the blog as a bonafide medium. "I don't read blogs; therefore, blogs aren't important," is what I was thinking. But, apparently, they are. There are people sitting at their computers all over the globe typing their thoughts, linking what they've found to be important, and commenting on each other's pages constantly.

I'm just out of the loop. I feel more like Henry David Thoreau spending years away from the rest of the world, writing down the thoughts that are break dancing across my mind.

This class is making me more aware of this medium, but I doubt I'll truly embrace it any time soon. Do any of you blog for yourselves outside of this class?

A few of my friends read my blog, and my mother asked for this url. Perhaps I just haven't found the good blogs yet. The only one I've ever read is Zach Braff's, which I read for about two weeks after seeing his film Garden State.

Well, happy blogging everyone.

Blogging

Perhaps I'm losing the Fred and Albert motif. Perhaps they were just my flotation device as I got my blogging feet out of the kiddy pool.

Instead of talking about what I did in the last few days from the perspective of cancerous growths in my brain, I feel more like typing and seeing what happens.

I feel like an Olympic diver about to take the plunge of my life--comprehensive finals for my MA in English. Whenever I found out that people don't always pass them and have to retake them, I suddenly put myself in that mindset. "What if I failed? They'd know I was an idiot all along, and I'd have to go back to Texas a failure." But then I thought, "I know a guy who passed them last year. He didn't strike me as insanely intelligent. So I'll just study."

But back to the diving metaphor, I've worked for the last 7 1/2 years to earn my BA and MA; now I've finally worked my way to the end and must give a final performance. Olympic divers dive all day long, and when their big moment comes, they just do what they've always done--dive. So I should just keep studying and writing. And when my big moment comes (in less than two weeks), I'll just jump as far and as high as I can. Whatever happens happens.