There's been alot of talk about this next song... maybe too much talk. This song is not a rebel song, this song is The Hustle!

In the hour before Sunday's wedding between Michelle and Jeff, I was in the hotel room with Miranda, Corinne, Amy, Deanna and of course my wife Rebecca, researching the Hustle. I don't remember how it came up. Maybe it's because there's always some disco played during wedding receptions, so I was likely to get some mileage out of it, plus I was stymied in my last attempt to learn the hustle a couple years ago because the internet hadn't learned it by then. But along came Youtube, which fortunately had a tutorial.

So yeah, the hustle. It's funny. And pretty easy to learn. Here, let me show you (incidentally, this is not me, though it SOOO could be!):

The next one we have to figure out will be the Thriller dance. Except you can't really just do the Thriller all by yourself; it's not really all that impressive unless you have the standard pyramid formation, so I'll be taking applications to join the troupe. Call us! We do weddings and bar mitzvahs!

This evening, Auger and I went to see Spiderman 3. I had read some not so hot reviews on RottenTomatoes.com. On the whole, it got a passing grade (61% endorsed), but even the positive reviews came off as somewhat negative. So I went into it with lowered expectations, which I suppose meant that I was not so likely to be disappointed. It started off fairly well. The strange alien amoeba thing made for a slick costume. Now, I understand they were trying to convey that Peter's personality changed because of this alien entity, but at right about that point, the movie fell apart. It was as if their writers went on strike, and they replaced them with a large number of trained monkeys with typewriters. They likely didn't have the budget for an infinite number of monkeys, and certainly didn't have an infinite amount of time, which is just as well, because inserting Shakespeare's complete works into the middle of the movie would make it far too long. Eventually, the movie came around, and it ended with a good fight, redemption, etc. The very end was a bit meh, but whatever.

And I'd like to make one observation: how is it that I can spend at least 2 hours in any other situation (e.g., at work) without having to go to the bathroom, but stick me in a movie theatre and turn the lights out, and my bladder lasts about 90 minutes, max. The last half hour of most movies usually finds me distracted, wondering if I risk missing anything crucial if I leave to go to the can. One of life's mysteries indeed.

And with that, I am off to bed. Up early tomorrow for church, then off to Michelle's wedding. How do you spell mazeltof?

Today I went to soccer practice. It was the first physical activity I have had since last summer, except for the occasional dodgeball game. I also signed up for ultimate frisbee so I could have an extra couple of hours a week of running around. I figured this would be good for two reasons. First, the guys haven't been playing football for over a year and I kind of miss it. I figured this would be a good outlet and perhaps a chance to leverage some of my football skills since my impression is that ultimate frisbee sort of overlaps with football in how it is played. The other reason is that, because of my 8 months of relative inactivity, I am finding some of my pants to be a little snug. I had this fear that I was going to end up looking like senor cardgage, the guy pictured to the right. Except naturally, I wouldn't be wearing the Mexican wrestling mask. Or boxing gloves. It's hard to type with boxing gloves.

 

The other thing I would like to mention is that stupid Jasline, the chick that looks like a tranny and talks out of her nose and whines and cries all the time won cycle 8 of ANTM. Why do I watch ANTM? Because it's funny that I watch it. You'd be amazed at where you can go with a conversation that begins, "YOU watch ANTM?!!!!!11!eleven!!!one!"

 

LOL OMGWTFBBQ

Last time I posted, I had just submitted my taxes in the nick of time. Since then, I have been to a conference in NYC, which was a heaping lot of fun, thanks for asking. Unfortunately, it was a pretty short stay, and even though I was mostly there just to meet with a few collaborators to discuss my fMRI project, I still felt obliged to go to as many conference thingies as I could manage. The result of all this was that I didn't really have time in my schedule to just relax and go do whatever. I could have, but I didn't. I also didn't really have anyone to do any of it with anyways, as everyone pretty much had their own agendas.

 

Once I got back, I finally had time to finish off my dissertation proposal. I sent that to Ken on Monday. There's still a bit of tidying to do, like make sure all my references are in order, but the important stuff is all in there. The next step will be to come up with my experimental items. I think I may document my procedure because my very clever method using SQL is really, really handy.

 

And lastly, this evening was the last time I will ever have to listen to the la la la song on Gilmore Girls. The series finale has come and gone. Of course, it will live on in reruns, so maybe I'm being a little premature.

 

And now, if you will excuse me, I must go counsel Alan regarding his next trivial academic pursuit.