The pleasantry of being able to drink an ice-cold chardonnay with your mom at Jackie O’s is equally as wondrous as those first few unexpected days of spring. This past weekend was filled with moms and students coexisting in the Athens air and the energy of the school was slightly transformed.
Sometimes I get so caught up with pointing out the faults in video games that I forget how great some other games are. This week, I want to pay homage to two of my favorite games that steer away from the problem of sexualization.
Major League Baseball is certainly guilty of having questionable rules that cause me to shake my head. While I could name countless rules I disagree with, I am choosing to name one rule in particular.
If no one minds, I’m going to take a leaf out of the archive of collected ninth-grade student council speeches and begin with a dictionary definition.
BedPost, I have a problem. My girlfriend and I have been dating for about three months, and while I really do like her, she is a stage-five clinger. I tell her where I’m going to be and she just shows up without an invite. I do like having her around, but she has nothing in common with my friends and honestly, I just need my space once in a while. I just want her to get some hobbies or some friends, but she’s basically dropped everything for me without me asking her to do it and isn’t interested in anything she used to be anymore. How do I tell her this without losing her altogether?
“Look, for the last time, I’m not here to make fun of you!” I said, trying to look as honest as possible. It was harder than I remembered; I never know what to do with my eyebrows. “I don’t see why you’re being so difficult about this.”
Students at Wilcox County High School in Georgia are raising money for an interracial prom because, well, they still have racially segregated proms.
Your happy local information tidbit of the day: Athens and the rest of Ohio are in perpetual danger of sinking into giant holes in the ground.
It’s striking how influential the media can be on its audience. The media is responsible for getting us, the audience, to obtain whatever opinions they think will make the most money. ESPN, in particular, is able to sculpt our minds like Michelangelo with marble.
We both graduate in about a month, and we’re already starting to miss this town. We have to soak in as much Athens culture as we possibly can. Because of that, we trekked back to Jackie O’s to review another one of their fantastic beers, the Choco Chomo. It’s a limited variation on an old favorite, the Chomolungma (which, we should add, is one of the beers Jackie O’s will soon begin canning and selling in supermarkets and take-outs across the state), and, like most Jackie O’s beers, it doesn’t fail to impress.
Among the 1,001 things on my bucket list of stuff to do before I die, No. 573 is to set the Guinness World Record for the most telephone books ripped in half in two minutes. No. 574 is to collect as many telephone books as possible for the most epic bonfire in the history of bonfires. They are not listed in any particular order of importance.
I like men. Lucky for me, they make up about half our population, a little less than half of Ohio University and a little more than half of the gaming world, so there is no escaping them.
I’m big into watching great television series, but it wasn’t until Sunday night that I had finally seen the critically acclaimed Game of Thrones. The season three premiere had its biggest audience with an average of 4.4 million viewers, according to TechCrunch.
Great news guys! It’s finally kind of sort of getting ever-so-slightly warm out!
According to a 2012 Gallup poll, just 58 percent of Americans would vote for a Muslim presidential candidate nominated by their political party. By contrast, 94 percent of respondents said they would vote for their party’s candidate if that candidate were Catholic.
If you are a diehard wrestling fan, then there is no doubt you were planted in front of your TV watching ESPN the night of Saturday, March 23 — if you hadn’t made the trip to Des Moines, Iowa.
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING!” I screamed, switching off the TV immediately. “I was nowhere! I’m nobody! Who are you? Who am I!?”
Ah, Opening Day. It’s the first day of baseball, and all of our favorite teams are getting back out on the diamond to start their grueling 162-game chase for the World Series.
The semester is coming to a close. Well, at least that’s what almost everyone except me says. Personally, I see five more weeks as being anything but “coming to a close,” but I guess I’m in the minority here, along with the female college students who don’t consider fat-free cottage cheese as an acceptable substitute for an entire dinner. So to convince myself that this semester from Hell is almost over as well as to come to the aid of the fact that I ran out of writing topics somewhere around Wal-Mart bashing, I’d like to make formal shout-outs to everything and everyone that has kept me insane for the entire semester.