Say What?!

Yesterday I had to go to the FSU Testing Center to take my Java test. I walk up to the front desk and throw out some ID. The lady behind the counter looks at my ID and then procedes to ask me the following question:

“Are you from UF?”

At this point I wonder if I’m still asleep in my bed and this is just a bad dream. I look down and see that I’m not nekked so that rules out the dream thing. I look around to make sure that I’m at FSU and I didn’t take a wrong turn and end up in Gainsville. You know, seeing as how I only live a few blocks from the Testing Center. Then I realized that this chick has never met Captian Obivious…since I’m wearing a great big ol’ FSU hat.

I figured that the only way to prove my FSU-ness was to bust out singing the fight song. Needless to say, that got me a lot of looks but a healthy respect for team spirit.

Ok, ok…I kid. I didn’t sing the fight song but she was close to getting the Fist of FSU Fury.

OSLD: Help Beer Dude score some beer and avoid work!! Comes complete with wife beater tank top, mullet, and 80′s moustache. Git her done!!!!

A picture directory listing of airplane mishaps.

Bowling Master.

Now we have a new reason to worship the FSU football team: Sexton thinks he’s God.

Geek of the Day. Hot stuff here.

Chopper Inferno

Glue Spill Slows Turnpike Traffic. Yep, that’s the actual headline. This stuff writes itself.