Monday, December 30, 2002

Today was an important day in the Sant household. At about six o'clock my nephew Ryan became the father of a eight pound baby boy by the name of Zachary Ryan Sant. This makes me a great uncle, which is truly amazing. Let me put this in perspective: my brother is a grandfather, my mother is a great-grandmother. Is your brother a grandfather? Cool huh?

  Saturday, December 28, 2002

My brother Reed and I just finished watching the Creative Breaking Competition on ESPN2. This was part of the ISKA World Martial Arts Championship brought to you by Paul Mitchell. On the surface maybe this event doesn't seem 'blogworthy' but there were some parts that were just too funny.

Each competitor creates their own routine of unique breaks; this included a wide variety of things including backflip kicking blocks of ice, splitting a stack of boards with the head, and even smashing through a group of cement blocks by running into them full speed. What got my attention though were the formal and disciplined manner in which each competitor introduced himself to the judges. One heavily tattooed psycho introduced himself with this eloquent phrase:

"I come to you representing my lord and savior, Jesus Christ. With your permission I would like to break these building materials."

My favorite guy of the whole show was this old dude that did a bunch of minor breaks, but he was very careful about them. One of these breaks, he grabbed a concrete slab, placed it between his legs, announced to the judges that he had no groin protection, and then had someone swing a sledge hammer right into his nads.

I've spent the last couple mornings, with the aid of my father, submerging myself into the real world that is the FOX News Channel. On Friday morning I here about this cloning thing. Basically, a group in France by the name of Clonaid claims that they have successfully created the first human clone. It is important to note, however, that Clonaid was founded and sponsored by a religious cult known as Raelians. These people believe that life on Earth was created scientifically through DNA and genetic engineering by an extraterrestrial race...

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Now that you are done laughing, let me just say that these people are freaking hilarious. I thank them for making me laugh for so long. As for the cloning thing, they are probably just making it up to bring attention to their little religious club. It evidently worked considering I have two links in this blog entry alone. I guess I'm spreading the word about what kind of dips these people are.

  Saturday, December 21, 2002

I'm a funny guy:

FarmerCarolyn: did you know...approximately 26% of Penn State students are virgins...and that with 95% confidence i can say that the average number of sexual partners psu students have had is 3. (..i'm studying for my stat200 final)
TBWTO99: Wow, that the kind of stuff you get to study! That's kind of cool.
TBWTO99: At Rose-Hulman approximately 18% of the student body are women and that with 95% confidence I can say that most of them are STUPID!

And I don't like the girls at my school. Not all of them, but its fun to make fun.

  Wednesday, December 11, 2002

By the end of this coming weekend, I will no longer have a roommate. Steve is leaving and although my room will be much cleaner, there will definitely be something missing. He will be missed, and he will miss us as well. Reprinted, without his permission, is what he is going to miss, which I took off of his profile:

"Snyder's Jeep blasting Eminem, basketball after Chapter, being with see Alexis after a hard day of class, intramurals, late night IHOP trips, Rory's Rory-ness (no other way to describe it), a gigantic big screen tv, having 3 couches, brotherhood talks, having almost a hundred guys support you no matter what, Burgner's unrelenting cockiness, stupid pranks, not having to lock my door, foam parties (ok i'll be back for those), wednesday's off, having the time of my life."

Amen to that. I would also like to point out that he referred to the quality that I have as Rory-ness. I appreciate that, especially since he came up with that on his own, and that is the word I use to describe the quality that I have. It's really nice to know that someone has made an effort in their life to understand me.

I will miss you dude. I will miss your supply of free food and the pile of clothes at the bottom of the ladder. I will miss your sense of humor and the sound of you having sex in the loft. I will miss someone who stays up as late as I do and someone who listens to me while I sleep. Most of all, I will miss my friend. Good luck bud.

  Friday, December 06, 2002

Ques told me I should register roriopolis as my domain name. I took a moment to check it out and it was available. While there I looked into all the 'rory' and 'sant' websites and I found some interesting things.

Sant.com describes a Paris apartment, while at sant.biz my family becomes "The Proposal Experts." Rory.net was really cool as a website "Confronting the issues of pornography," but my favorite is rory.org. This place is the home to a left minded John Cusack fan, who was involved with fraternities, enjoys video games, and has way to many majors: interpret that however you wish.

At this point I fueled my heightened ego by typing my first name into google. There are some famous people named Rory, and then there are some other guys. Macaulay Culkin's little brother is named Rory as well as a teddy bear with real fur. The name Rory evidently stands for Roderick, not only according to Rory Mor, but also as an X-men character.

One of the best is this guy, Rory Miller. He must be my antithesis, and if you read any you should read this one. An exerpt from his site reads:

"Rory and a guy named Ocean went on a brief day trip to Blue Hole in the nearby Blue Ridge Mountains. They drank beers, swam in the river, and had, according to Ocean, an intense bonding experience."

All of this information can be found at the Rory Treasury or I am sure you can find more information at you're local library.

  Thursday, December 05, 2002

I feel like my 'no bitches' policy is beginning to be compromised by my desire to test out my confidence in a social setting. Today at The Texas Roadhouse, a cute manager lady asked Alex and I if everything was okay. After sending her out on a bread discovery mission, she returned to our table and asked if we wanted anything else. I responded by telling her that we were fine.

Now pause for a minute. I had actually noticed this cute manager lady about twenty minutes earlier walking around, and I did get the peculiar feeling that she had something else on her mind whenever she first came and asked if our meal was alright. After taking a few steps away she stopped and turned, not her whole body, just her head, and she gave me one of those big eyed, innocent looks while she asked, "Are you sure you don't want anything?"

At this point 'no bitches' instinct kicked in, and I told her no, but less then a moment later I realized she may have been getting at something. Alex was oblivious to the inuendo; I was unsure myself, but I knew something was going on. I was genuinly upset when I realized what had happened and my missed oppurtunity.

For now, my policy consoles me, but for how long...