A couple of weeks ago I talked about mydesire to change my name to "EricFunningham." Just keeping everyone posted, I've decided against pursuing this further. Frankly, it reminds me too much of Doug Funnie, and I think about that guy too often as it is. It's a touchy emotional issue.
This weekend marked the 11th annual "Run for Life" 5K. Now, this event shouldn't be confused with a similar program with another name, "Run for Your Life." The main difference: a lot more wolves.
I'm a prolific user of the "not it" nose-touching when there is the opportunity to avoid having to do something or get the middle seat on long car rides. But sometimes "not it" just doesn't apply. There's no "it" motion for when you want to declare yourself as "it," and I really think there should be. But it should also be one that's as equally socially ridiculous as yelling "not it!" and touching your nose:
"Who wants the last cupcake?"
"Banana Hammock!" :::Eric curtseys:::
"Fine, Eric, it's yours. You win, you always do."
This week also marked the raising of red construction walls between Cocke Hall and the Amphitheatre, as well as some more between Clark and Maury. With all this construction going on, the former construction darling known as the Special Collections Library is feeling a little left out. So, it has been declared recently that on the one-year anniversary of the Kaleidoscope, the SCL announced construction of their own addition: The Periscope. Admit it -- it'd be pretty awesome to be able to see out from the SCL's bunker-like underbelly.
While perusing the aisles of a local grocery store, it's come to my attention that Kleenex has unveiled the newest product in its line of facial tissues: "Kleenex for Men." Kleenex... for men. Has my masculinity been in question all these years? And what exactly makes these tissues more macho and virile? I'm waiting for this trend to continue and Kleenex to spawn a large new line of spin-offs.
KleenExtra Manly: Tissues personally approved for use by The Rock and Hugh Hefner.
KleeNext of Kin: Funeral tissues.
KleenEXTREME: For when you're scaling a rock face and need a good cry.
While at William & Mary this weekend, I was told of a unique little tradition they have. Apparently it's called the "U.Va. for a Day" party. The guys are supposed to dress like Ashton Kutcher and the girls are supposed to be Paris Hilton. I, for one, am outraged. If U.Va. students are any 20-something, well-chiseled, too-cool-for-school, over-exposed media darling, it's Ryan Seacrest.
Seriously though, they hate us. Like, a lot. Isn't that adorable?
This Monday, U.Va. was graced with the presence of millionaire-turned-Governor Mark Warner speaking of the latest addition to Virginia schools. Apparently his administration helped develop an advanced computer system that will connect a whole bunch of schools all over Virginia through online networks. So yes, Mark Warner invented the facebook. I guess 15 dollars per ad goes a long way.
Debate: What is more irresistible, two square feet of bubble wrap or a fountain drink lid with the "Cola" and "Diet" buttons unpressed? Answer: Neither. The correct response is "a pack of paper clips waiting to be made into a sweet chain."
AIM needs a "Recently Updated Profiles" button. It'd really streamline my procrastination. And while we're at it, a "de-IMChaos link" button. I'm tired of hovering over links to see if they're safe.
Alright I'm done. Cunningham, out.
Eric may be reached at cunningham@cavalierdaily.com.