Saturday, December 19, 2009

I'm glad my university email account is used for such productive means...

A recent email I received, entitled: To all Starcraft enthusiasts at South Alabama!

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: "Josue Ricardo Morales Cifuentes" <>
Date: Dec 15, 2009 7:01 PM
Subject: To all Starcraft enthusiasts at South Alabama!

Gaming enthusiasts,

Although there are many challenging video games to master out there, only a
few rival the difficulty and breadth Starcraft Broodwars requires. Complex
game mechanics and engaging battles make this RTS not only engrossing but
delightful as spectator e-sport. Several students at South want to start a
University Student group that discusses, plays and enjoys the art of
Starcraft, thus, we would like to see if there is preliminary positive
reaction to this message. Interested parties should email Josue Morales to for more information.

Good Game (gg),

Josue Morales
The above message has been approved by University administration for
transmittal to student accounts.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I have never been to New York. The city remains a mystery to me that exists only in the land of television and movies. I have begun to notice something lately that is rather mystifying. In TV-land New York City, there seems to be an endless supply of young, beautiful, and single people -- to the point where on every single episode the characters have new significant others. On a show like Sex and the City it's not so much of a stretch to me -- after all, they are four beautiful women that wear designer clothes and seem to spend every evening at bars, nice restaurants, and elite parties. Plus, there's a lot of overlap - one character will date someone for several episodes. Carrie Bradshaw probably spent most of the series agonizing over three or four serious boyfriends that she had. What really mystifies me, though, is Seinfeld. None of those characters seem to ever be single. Okay, so I'll buy it with Elaine and even Jerry (he's a comedian, after all), but is New York really full of that many single and desperate women that Kramer has a different girlfriend every week? Here in Alabama, it's taken me the better part of twenty-two years to find one boyfriend, and short, balding, unemployed George Costanza probably snags twenty beautiful women per year. Either the island of Manhattan is some kind of fantasy land, or I'm missing something.