The Outer Limits

I shuffled my way through the crawling security line of good ol' SFO at the buttcrack of dawn, bleary-eyed and still unsure of my destination. I looked down at my boarding pass again. Omaha. Nebraska. Corn, cows, and Christians. Three good things, but really, what else does Omaha have?

Grumpy Old Men 3: Stroke-Induced Brain Ischemia

Many of us non-undergrads frequent the on-campus restaurant/bar at Georgetown, The Epicurean (or, as I like to call it, The EpiKorean, considering their massive representation among the staff there). It's a pretty neat place - it's not dingy and crappy, the food quality is above average, there are lots of TVs for sports-viewing, and the happy hour specials draw us like bears to honey in our post-exam dazes. (Feel free to ask any Georgetown medical student about Dr. Suarez's anatomy exams, but prepare to shield yourself from the ensuing nosebleeds/vomit/swinging fists.)

Post-Racial America: Still Racist, Still Hilarious

There's a joint on Georgetown's main campus called Vital Vittles, roughly on par with the Quik-E-Mart that Apu Nahasapeemapetilan (thanks, Wikipedia) runs in Springfield. I typically enjoy going to "Vittles" thanks to their wide selection of food and their great policy of charging exactly one dollar for most 20oz. sodas.

My lunchtime visit today just elevated my love for Vittles to a whole new level.

High-Fructose Corn Syrup Is In My Blood

PermaRA and I, both Bay Area natives and first-year bEast Coast transplants, like to play this little game called “check the weather back home.” We’ve never won this game. Typically, the weather here has been so much worse than the unbeatable beauty of The Bay that we had to stop playing it as a drinking game, for fear of developing Alcoholic Liver Disease.

What Would Don Draper Do?

While I was riding BART to The City last week, I noticed an advertisement for Gilead Sciences, one of the more well-known biopharmaceutical companies in the U.S. The poster, an anti-HIV/AIDS campaign ad, featured our boy Big Time Timmy Jim throwing a pitch. It said:

"Until there's a cure, Tim Lincecum throws strikes."

I saw this and was horribly confused. So if there remains no cure for HIV, Lincecum will keep being awesome and light up K-Ville every time he's on the mound, but once this terrible disease is cured, Timmy will suck ass and the Giants will lose one of its heroes? Seriously, nobody wins here. (Except maybe Los Doyers.)