Saved by Saved by the Bell

I used to love to watch Saved by the Bell when I was younger. Now I realize that it is probably the most important television program in history. The lessons that I learned from this show are invaluable. The video excerpt below is just one little nugget extracted from the voluminous archives of this classic show. If I had never seen Jessie Spano's struggle with caffeine pills I would probably have ended up on a street corner somewhere turning tricks for Vivarin.

I got game(s)

I have been obsessed with video games for so long I almost forgot my roots! I've loved to play board games since I was little and have a amassed a pretty good collection over the years. I recently dusted them off and put them on display so that the next time we have company I can bust 'em out.

Hobosexual

The urban word of the day today is "hobosexual."

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ho•bo•sex•u•al

n, adj the opposite of metrosexual; one who cares little for
one's own appearance.

Examples: Michael Moore, Peter Jackson.
First documented hobosexual - John the Baptist.
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While I am excited to see that the hobo is finding his place in pop culture, I have to disagree with this definition. I would argue that hobo fashion is on its way to making a comeback. Don't be surprised when in 2010 you see people sporting patchy coats, fat wrinkled ties and blown out top hats.

You may also want to consider some of the other definitions from the Urban Dictionary. My personal favorite is below.

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ho•bo•sex•u•al

n, adj to be sexually aroused by homeless people.

Example: "Heather you are a hobosexual because you have
sex with homeless people."
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I fear that poor Heather is in need of some serious counseling.

Duty calls

So, it is time once again that I engage in the age old American tradition that our forefathers fought and died for. I am speaking of course of the tradition of avoiding jury duty. I have done this successfully in the past but it seems that this time the man has tracked me down. Since I do not have the $250-$1000 required to pay the fine, I fear that I must go.

I called the number on my (second) jury notice today and was confronted with one of those annoying robotic voice prompts that is supposed to respond to whatever you say into your phone receiver. Of course these things never work and I always end up verbally abusing the poor computer voice. This time, however, I was routed to a Spanish speaking robot. Words cannot convey the joy I felt at the realization that my Spanish speaking skills were still strong enough to give that robotic beyotch a piece of my mind.