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MEEEEEAAAATTTT!


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this sometimes-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: I was going to give the win to Braden, but I decided against it. Why? Simply because he posted a short essay rather than a caption. So the PAINFUL win goes to Zedd. Why is it painful? Because of excessive use of puns. Of course, they were clever puns. Even though you didn’t make any titanium references. Regardless, you win and here’s a quick blog nod: Zedd (not his real name) had, by far, the most interesting apartment in my BYU ward junior year. This was based on: their own website, two Rob Perrys, two guys with names starting with Z, many games of Risk, clever Halloween costumes, and lots of movie nights where the choice wasn’t your typical college guy movie—who chooses to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead on a Friday night?

Now, go and post some captions about this meat-wielding hottie.

Mmm, Obituary Pie… Why is it Called Obituary Pie?


Enter the CAPTION CONTEST now!

The Sciolist Cell Phone Pic of the Weeknot-™ is published each week with the intent to entice readers to comment. This is accomplished with a CONTEST! The winner will receive a blog nod in the following week’s post-what a TREMENDOUS prize. Entering is easy. Just click on Comment below, fill in the identification information requested and enter your caption for the above picture as your comment. You have until Larrie posts the following Wednesday’s pic to enter.

Ready… GO!*


Last Week’s Winner: Zedd! Way to be Zedd… one of my favorite friends on Twitter, too, who offers me advice about how to one day be almost as geeky as he is. What a winner!


*And by GO!, I mean COMMENT!

Day 24: Learning from a Magazine


The “Build a Better Blog” task for today sent me to a magazine to get ideas. What I learned is that people want lots of different ways to do their hair, they want to lose weight but only on their midsection and nobody wants makeup tricks that DON’T work. Oh, and people will buy magazines for quizzes and for giveaways. I’m TOTALLY going to create a quiz for a future blog entry. AREN’T YOU EXCITED?

Also, I’m up for anyone sending me gear that they want me to giveaway to some lucky readers. Send away. (At this point, I really wish somebody with influence from some sweet company like Adidas, Chacos, or Hershey’s read my blog. Sigh.)

And with that, on to what you all came here for… the caption contest!

Enter the CAPTION CONTEST now!

The Sciolist Cell Phone Pic of the Weeknot-TM is published each week with the intent to entice readers to comment. This is accomplished with a CONTEST! The winner will receive a blog nod in the following week’s post-what a TREMENDOUS prize. Entering is easy. Just click on Comment below, fill in the identification information requested and enter your caption for the above picture as your comment. You have until Larrie posts the following Wednesday’s pic to enter.

Ready… GO!*

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Last Week’s Winner: Tough choice, people. I even had to grab coworkers for this one to get some input and in the end, the precious blog nod goes to… (dramatic pauses really don’t work in writing because your eyes just jump ahead and you’re not likely to even read this part anyway)… Zedd. I think all zoos should have sweet trampoline cages like that. Zedd and I met back in our precious BYU days. I went over to his apartment all the time because there were a lot of single men living there and they knew how to have a good time. That’s where I first watched Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead, where I would get a back massage in exchange for cookies, and where we played Risk. Also, that apartment had a website with funny flash videos that had top ten lists. Is that still around, Zedd? It was quality.

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*And by GO!, I mean COMMENT!

Don’t you have random journal entries?


Welcome to this week’s therapy session between the imaginary, but amazing, DOC and the crazy-and-not-afraid-for-the-internet-to-know-it Larrie, LRE.

DOC: What’s that you’ve got there?

LRE: Hi to you, too. It’s one of my journals.

DOC: You brought your journal to therapy?

LRE: Yes.

DOC: Why?

LRE: Because I did that once with a previous therapist and it was… interesting.

DOC: Previous therapist? There have been… OTHERS… before me?

LRE: Yeah, imagine that.

DOC: How many others?

LRE: What? Are you jealous?

DOC: Did you get AROUND with therapists?

LRE: Seriously?

DOC: Sorry. Maybe you should just read something out of your journal. Here, let me pick a random entry. Hmm… (flipping through pages) You wrote letters to some Andrew in your journal?

LRE: Maybe.

DOC: And there are some cat pictures in here…

LRE: Yeah; I’m the crazy cat lady.

DOC: Oh right. EVERYBODY knows that.

LRE: Right.

DOC: Your handwriting changes with just about every entry.

LRE: Are you going to pick one?

DOC: Sorry; just haven’t seen such a RANDOM journal before.

LRE: Do you often thumb through others’ journals?

DOC: Mebbe; I AM a therapist, after all.

LRE: Yeah… in MY head.

DOC: Hey, you actually FINISHED this journal.

LRE: That’s right; and it only took me six years.

DOC: Here are two entries on the same day… January 15th, 2003. One in the morning, one in the evening. Read some of those two.

LRE: All right; you asked for it.

January 15, AM

I read over much of my journal tonight and it paints me a picture of a lot of mud with a few, small gems if you search for them. I wonder what other people’s journals read like. Mine obviously follows the randomness of my thought patterns. If someone else were to read my journals, they would get an inside look at my own thoughts—they would be thoroughly confused or else lost down a road my mind once wandered. I should sleep—slip away into dreamland where anything can happen and everything does. The other night, I was building giant castles to serve as a fortress. Tonight? We’ll see…

January 15, PM

I’m trying to record observations, but I don’t seem to be too good at it. (Changes from black pen to red pen.) Right now, I’m listening in on Zedd’s and his roommate’s conversation and they (changes from red pen to new, black pen) have made two conclusions: you never remember important memories and Monty Python and the Holy Grail is a good movie. And the topic has changed: ways to vent when feeling bitter. And on the top of the list: throwing water balloons filled with shaving cream.

DOC: Um, the handwriting looks ALMOST the same. Are you sure those two entries were written by you?

LRE: For sure; I never let anybody else write in THIS journal.

DOC: You let people write in other journals?

LRE: Well, I didn’t exactly let him, but a past boyfriend had one of my journals, wrote something in it on two pages and TORE OUT ONE OF THE PAGES!

DOC: That must have ended it right there.

LRE: Seriously; NEVER tear out pages from an English major’s journal.