Heavy drinkers are more likely to become a business major, less likely to become an engineer. From: Effects of Heavy Drinking in College on Study Effort, Grade Point Average, and Major Choice by Amy M. Wolaver. There's something enormously satisfying about the last sentence of the abstract for that paper. The tables from the full paper are kind of interesting if you have access to CEP online.
Found to be worthy, I now have an apartment. There's a part of me that wants a futon to live out the cheap-chic of a college student that I kind of missed out on. The other part of me is happy having semi-real furniture (furniture that exists in 2.5 dimensions or furniture that exists only in the super-real world like in Tron [because our brains cannot fully accept the super-real without the special helmet, it appears to only be semi-real], furniture like concept cars that you think about but you'll never see on a highway, furniture that does pushups with its knees on the ground so it isn't even working that hard, furniture that is like meatless hot dogs). Real furniture is like a Barcalounger situated in front of a plasma TV or something in that vein.
I saw a bunch of bike messengers today. They are so weird.
In the entire universe, I think the thing I am least interested in is window treatments.
Amazon's recommendation's suck. They've started just putting stuff from my wish list on there. What a stupid waste of time. If you tell it you like Adaptation, you get a bunch of crappy movies that shared award show time. I liked overt mocking and heavy-handed critique of Hollywood, but it thinks I'm some creepy asshole who buys whatever the award shows tell me to. We're through. It's you, not me. This relationship is not working out.