Speaking of the games--have you guys been following the whole chic-gymnastic thing? I mean, anyone with half a brain can tell that the chinese contestants are not 16 years old. I know that chic-gymnasts "often look young", but this is ridiculous. They look like they're in the 5th grade. And now,
the bloggersphere has uncovered cached documents citing otherwise. I hope china gets nailed on this one. They're a bad country doing bad things--and the US press doesn't have the balls to admit it.
I've watched some of the games, and I enjoy the coverage that I see. It's just that I've never been busier in my life--so since Phelps won his last one, I've been out.
In a totally unrelated thread, I've purchased an
M1911. Side arm to US troops from WWI through 'Nam. Actually, it's just
the pellet-gun version. Why, you may ask? Because this dumb dog next door continues to crap on my PGA caliber lawn, as well as aggressively growl at my 3 year old child. I'm starting with .2 g bbs, and we're moving up from there. It's a shame I can't legally shoot the handlers; they're the ones at fault here. Yes--it felt strange to do "research" and look at unboxing videos posted by 12 year old kids. But if a .2 gram bb traveling at 240 feet per second doesn't get Marmaduke's attention, then we'll just have to take it up a notch.
Finally--this is going to be one heckuva year. As you guys may or may not know (or care), my chair got removed from power last year. A lady in my dept got moved to chair, and I'm GPC. (#2 guy in the dept.) (I'm the youngest GPC on campus--by about 10 or 15 years...) For whatever reason--probably just to torture me--the ex-chair won't leave. And she's just a miserable, miserable person. I can't stress that enough. Just an ugly miserable (in every way) person. A saboteur of her own life, and everything around her. The students hate her, the staff can't stand her, she's got no friends...truly one of a kind. And it's hard guys--having to: 1) put up with her, if not (2) try and continue to demonstrate Christ's love. In any event, this is the first crop of students that are 100% ours--so it's put-up or shut-up time. Dang do I ever hope this is a good year; it will be a direct reflection on me. Who gave me all this responsibility, and where can I return it?