Thought I'd repost a comment I made in my own LJ from Tuesday, since probably no one will see it otherwise: 

The highlight of my Valentine's Day was, since it was on a Tuesday, to be an hour of Scrubs.  This scintillating comedy starring the nearly nauseating comedic talents of Neil Flynn (of Major League), John C. McGinley (of Office Space), Zach Braff (of Garden State), Donald Faison (of Clueless--both the movie and TV show--apparently no one recognized his talent before Scrubs), and Sarah Chalke (of Roseanne).

And also, I read the article on Scrubs in the Giant magazine that I received for some unknown reason in the mail.  Most interestingly--the part of Dr. Cox was described as a "John C. McGinley-type."  Then John C. McGinley auditioned for the role.  Then he was called back.  Then he was called back again.  Then he was called back again.  Then he was called back again.  Then he was called back one more time.  No, I didn't accidentally copy and paste that sentence over and over again, John C. McGinley had to audition for the role that was described as a "John C. McGinley-type" a total of 6 times before he won the role.  There are some crazy ass-raping fucks in Hollywood.  In West Hollywood as well, or so I've been told.  (see, I really am quite witty)

Dammit.  Explorer crashed, I copied my entry-in-progress, and it deleted it.  Bastard LJ.

This'll sound familiar to readers of my aim away messages.  I was complaining that Team 31, the group at WashU that puts on a bi-annual concert known as WILD finally decided to get a decent musical act, now that I'm going to miss it.  Ben fucking Folds, those assholes.  At least I got to see him for $4 sophomore year when this other group sponsored a show at the Pageant.  He comes here sometimes, but tix cost $40, which is near the limit I will pay to see my favorite act.  Plus I don't know anyone here who likes him.

So I need to go back to lab now (after 11 pm) to get a Western transferred (the last one didn't work) and start a second restriction digest on a cloned DNA fragment.  Since I feel guilty about leaving at 3 pm tomorrow to drive up to Berkeley for another quiz bowl tournament.  I should actually have a positive score at this one--I've actually played this level before.  Plus there's no Ray to answer the biology questions before me.  Oh, right, so I need to drive back, but my damn roommate is either off gallivanting somewhere or asleep, and his car is on the outside of the tandem space.  And it seems he still has no intention of getting a relacement key so that I can move his car when he isn't around. Guess who's not answering his phone?

Upon reading Pinyan's (jonpin ) recounting of ACF regionals in Chicago, I recalled this:

The most interesting thing that happened at ACF regionals at Stanford...a team of three people in our weird little singles tournament bageled (received zero points on) a fairly easy "Office Space" bonus. Clues essentially were: 1) restaurant Jennifer Aniston's character worked at, 2) the no talent ass clown who shares his name with David Herman's character, and 3) the office item Milton did not want to give up. The color of the answer to number three was not even required, merely the brand. Everyone else present at the tournament would have 30'd it. I imagine every other person in North America between the ages of 15 and 35 would have 30'd it.

Except, apparently for Pinyan:
JP math nut: for the record, i would've said stapler [prompt] red stapler [prompt] blow me
meecrob5: you couldn't come up with swingline?
JP math nut: no
meecrob5: you are dead to me

By the way, the horrible excuse of a team who bageled the bonus included Ray Luo of UCLA, who averaged something close to 30 ppg in the round robin.

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