My Fellow Alumni Raise Another Useless Fuss

At one point in time, I went to the College of William & Mary. It was okay, but Williamsburg is a dead town with basically nothing going on. There are three "bars," i.e., mediocre eating establishments with liquor licenses that are open late. They're all on the same intersection right across from George Preston Blow Memorial Hall.

One of these establishments is the College Delly (note to people who live or have lived in New York State: do not confuse this establishment with a deli). Of the three places on that block, I think I appreciate the food at the College Delly least. But my fellow alumni, who look fondly upon the dull, fetid swamp where they survived four years only through mind-expanding academics and a sense of shared tribulation with other students, have saved the Delly from becoming a Starbucks.

Whoopee. I care about as much for this as for the continuation of a ceremonial cross in the Wren building's chapel, another cause the W&M alumni are willing to go up in arms about. In fact, I think I like the Delly cause less. The addition of a Wawa to the W&M campus, with its sandwich shop, immediately improved the quality of food available at night. The College Delly was the problem.

Ancient Websites That Haunt My Dreams

This is tangentially relevant, because lobster was used in the chocolate battle of Iron Chef that Sherbs posted about "oh so long ago" (like two days, but ten posts ago - we're getting to be Instapundit or something). The lobster was vinegared and on some veggies in a white chocolate sauce, and other than the plating, it looked and sounded really yucky. Bobby Flay, whom my sister would kidnap and marry if he wasn't A) not Jewish and B) already married, did not make that dish, and that is why he won.

Anyway, these days, more than occasionally, the web music video "Lobster Sticks to Magnet" gets stuck in my head while I'm on the subway. I am way more ashamed of that than "All Your Base Are Belong to Us" (remember being in college in 2000 and showing this to EVERYONE in the dorm? If not, click the link and gaze upon this work, and despair) as the latter is actually kind of catchy, whereas a pseudo-metal song claiming that rabbits are ferrous is not.

The only way I can get either out of my head is to sing Daler Mehndi's "Tunak Tunak Tun" to myself. I gotta get more exposure to bhangra.