Captian Picard Hates Twitter, Loves E-Mail

Oh the memories...

Bunch of us did a teaser for Corporate Challenge one year. And my buddy Andy for some reason recently tweeted about it. Aw, the memories, so I thought I would share the fun and hilarity.

Enjoy!

KU Loves Their Minerals...

So, I'm a Maryland boy, born and raised. And have found myself in the Heartland of America. Specifically, Kansas City. So you can imagine that a lot of my friends have either gone to KU, MU, K-State, wherever, but this blog is really about the Jayhawks in my life.

"Rock Chalk"

As we're knee deep in college basketball season, and I should stress I am not a big sports guy, but as we're in the heat of it, you get a lot of the hardcore fans at the bar at game night. And I have to say, I have never met more passionate fans then those here in Kansas City. But the Jayhawks... wow, see they have this battle cry, "Rock Chalk Jayhawk!" If you're at the bar on game night, they're screaming it, my Facebook feed is flooded with it. And I always wondered what it meant. I mean, chalk is a rock, a form of limestone... oddly enough can be found around the KU campus. But surely, Jayhawks are not chanting about some rock? I mean, chalk is also defined as a mark, or score/point... so in my mind you're more likely to be talking about owning the scoreboard!

I can get behind that.

But no... a KU grad friend of mine sent me a link in the traditions section of the KU site that talks about this... "Rock Chalk" is in fact talking about the rock. A professor at some point in KU history decided to transpose the words "Chalk Rock", talking about the limestone, to form a chant "Rock Chalk".

Arguably it has it's place in history. But really. "Rock"? I mean, whatever, if something gives you passion and motivates you, more power to you. Not trying to hate, and no one can take that from you. But if you're going to be really annoying on game night at the bar, screaming "ROCK CHALK!", and being "that" guy. Remember, you're not awesome, and you're talking about nothing. Your battle cry means nothing. It has no substance. Unless you're really passionate about minerals.

Which if you are, that's cool.

But if you're just being a d-bag... shut up.

That's it.

The End.

If I could get a little emo for the moment...

...I think I lost my razon detra... here's hoping it'll be found again soon. Though I have a deadline. A deadline for life. And I just might hit it, unlike a lot of other self-imposed deadlines.

But this looks to be good. We'll see how it goes.