From the horse’s mouth:

n that regard, Martin Heidigger was a German philosopher and a student of Husserl. I was introduced to Heidigger in college in a way that has colored my limited exposure to his philosophy. I will do some research and then present my findings to this forum in one week’s time. I will also present a followup in one month’s time.

I say this because if I don’t, you are all free to mock me mercilessly for being a lazy ass.

If you look at the post preceding this, I think it is easy for us to all agree that a post saying “Research is hard” does not really meet the minimum qualifications for a post relating to the thought of Heidegger. As a result, and combined with the fact that today is Friday and therefore I am less inclined towards real work, I was trying to come up with a contest along the lines of Pinko’s (in)famous examples.

So…allow me to unveil this gem. Chuckles is so half-assed he can’t sit straight. That’s right, another ripped from the 3Bulls! multiverse insult stream. I think there might be some people out there who are playing along at home and don’t even know it!

I have been waiting (im)patiently for Pinko to post about the KFC (Korean Fried Chicken) experience and he has finally done so. And he did so in a thoughtful and serious way that simultaneously impresses and disappoints me. I am impressed because I think he manages to cover the taste sensation well but I am disappointed because I feel that the emotion and tableside discussions were given short shrift.

For example, he describes the apportioning of the food correctly: 3 plain pieces, 3 savory sauce pieces, 2 sweet pieces, and 2 spicy pieces. He also correctly describes the full-on deliciousness of the chicken. He does not, however, describe the spirited debate and horrible chicken blasphemy that occurred during the meal. He mentions, in passing, that he likes honey on fried chicken and would have liked more but does not discuss the nefarious attempts he made to reapportion the fried chicken so that on future orders he would get a disproportionate share. I was forced to loudly and vociferously defend my right to enjoy both spicy and savory chicken. He was befuddled by how someone could enjoy a delicious tomato sauce on fried chicken. I didn’t even try to explain the concept of ketchup because he was past the point of listening to reason. Regardless, he would have omitted this delicious taste sensational from his personal suite of flavors and thus deprived himself of a valuable set of flavor characteristics when you only get the savory sauce with the spicy overtone.

Additionally, I feel that he has withheld information about the remainder of the evening from everyone and I am lodging a formal complaint. Unfortunately, I cannot actually tell you about the excluded portion of the evening because I (and this is my mistake!) hastily agreed to be blogger ethics signatory. So let this post stand as a flag planted in the internet to say that I will fight for the right of the internet to know about the other events that transpired that fateful evening and how they are, even now, slowly building to a force that may yet rock the ’sphere to its very nonsensical foundations.

Thank you for your patience and please stay tuned for updates as I can provide them.

In addition to certain unnamed projects to which I will only refer cryptically, I am eagerly looking forward to any news about the film production of World War Z. The book was amazing and awesome and so many other words and now that I have heard that the script is being written by Mr. Babylon 5, J. Michael Straczynski, I am in full on pants-checking anticipatory mode.

The Zombie Survival Guide was really damn neat and thoroughly consistent in ways that I enjoy when reading books or watching movies. World War Z kept that consistency and tossed in a heaping helping of emotion and tension. It was sweeter than a pile of ponies ridden by baby pandas, but if sweet meant super rad and not like the kind of sweet that seems to have infected 3 Bulls of late.

Sorry, all. We here at the WRN crew are such crazy web ninjas (Chuckles the obvious exception) that we just blog along without ever bitching about how we blog or locking out our posters and commenters or wasting two weeks to have an even uglier-ass blue border than we used to demonstrate our obvious visual acuity.

We’re sorry for wasting your time like that and so, for today only, or until somebody fixes it, I have altered the colors. Consider it a small favor for the many joys that blogging has provided me.

note to 3B!: We wuv you!

note to those who may be confused: Only 1 in 3 of my jokes are deemed funny by the nerdiest of nerds, so just blame the patriarchy or something.

Ok, I got home from work the other day to find a slightly unexpected visitor on my doorstep. Who was this visitor, you ask? It was an ominously placed bag from Cafe Press! Quite frightening really.

My birthday was last week and I believe this lonely straggler was meant to be part of that process. Unfortunately, he has already missed the party.

Anyway, intrigued by the bag I opened it up. First, I’d like to suggest that when opening strange packages it is advisable to wear the proper eye protection. In this instance, I believe that would have been some very expensive sunglasses or perhaps some sort of welding mask for what greeted me when I opened this bag was an amazingly lime green shirt. After shielding my eyes (so as not to directly look at the shirt) I finally managed to finish opening the package.

The shirt, once hatched from its unholy egg soon won me over with it’s other-worldly splendor. Ok, it actually just had a great quote on it asking, “What Hath the Snacking Gods Wrought?” I can only assume that my reputation as one who enjoys the snacks must have gotten out and that this shirt is a reference to that. On the back it is a a picture of something apparently named Sushi simply speaking the word “Gloooooooooob” (I’m unsure of the exact number of O’s without counting them on the actual shirt) and a reference to 3bulls.blogspot.com. This apparent gift came from an address that I didn’t recognize … it’s only clue is a reference to this blog. Perhaps someday the mystery will be revealed …

Anyway, it’s pretty cool even if an ungodly shade of green. I just need to find some like colors to wash it with. It may be awhile before I’ve got a full load of lime green clothing.

I took some pictures with my phone but I forgot to copy them off my phone so you’ll just have ot look at it at Cafe Press.

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[Update: Upon speaking with the Well Rounded Nerd it has been confirmed that this shirt was indeed a gift commemorating my entrance to this world! Good job, kind sir.]