All-Nighter Ranting

Yeah, that's right. Old habits die hard. Sleep is for the weak. Ranting is for the self-important.

So I've been reading a Hendrix biography that DJ got me for Christmas, and it turns out that Jimi Hendrix's weight at birth was the exact same as mine--8 pounds, 11 ounces. This statistic is baffling for two reasons: one, I've never heard of anyone who had the same weight as me at birth, probably because the probability that a) I find out someone's weight at birth is low, and b) there are a ton of possible birth weights to go around; two, I've never read a biography that lists the person's weight at birth. Bizarre. I'd proclaim myself the next Hendrix, but he had a few things going for him that I didn't--the long fingers, the family musical history, the oodles of free time spent playing the guitar while in the paratroopers...I could go on for pages. I'll try and work this little factoid into conversations when possible. I can see it now...

Person A: "Hey, did you hear Jane and Jimmy had a baby?"
Me: "Oh yeah? How much did it weigh?"
Person A: "How the hell should I know?"
Me: "It's important. Very important. Did you know Jimi Hendrix and I share a birth weight?"
Person A: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Oh yeah. Climbing the social ladder.

In other news, I've decided to list a few random demographics that I'd like to date (at least) once:

• A natural redhead. I think I inherited a love of redheads from my father, who also has a thing for them. I don't know what it is about the juxtaposition of fiery hair and pale skin that makes me go wild, but there's something. Blame Jessica Rabbit.
• A girl with an accent. Preferably one I can understand, like English, Irish, Australian, etc. Maybe even a Southern accent. I don't care. Accents are hot, and nobody can tell me otherwise.
• A minority. It's like trying a new flavor. It's human nature to want to try new things, right? I'd also like to be certain I'm not subconsciously limiting myself to white girls. [Note: this demographic would likely be unpopular with my parents. But that's a blog entry for another time.]
• A musician. I'm not talented enough to be in a band, so why not live vicariously through my girlfriend? Girls are automatically at least twice as hot if they can play guitar, bass, or drums. It's science.
• Women's hockey player. I just came to this conclusion on Saturday, when I was standing outside Penn State's ice rink waiting to go to watch the men's hockey team kick [Come On, Feel the] Illinois team's asses. Women's hockey players are hot. They're athletic, but at the same time, not nearly as intimidating as the basketball or volleyball players, most of whom have a considerable height advantage over me.

My word of the moment is "chuffed." Here's the Urban Dictionary entry:

chuffed

To be quite proud of ones self.

I just had my first backshot experience, i'm so chuffed!

[Note: I didn't know what "backshot" meant, and I didn't care to put it in here. Check it out for yourself, if you wish. Be warned.]

On a final note, I changed a couple of the links on the sidebar. One is a comprehensive Penn State sports blog, if you're interested in that stuff. It's got news on recruiting, previews of next year's football team, news on the current players, and then stuff about the basketball team to go along with it. The other new link is for a music site that posts nothing but covers--for example, one recent one is Anthrax covering Radiohead's "The Bends." It's interesting at worst, entertaining at best.