Andy's Blog

I liked living in Storrs, because people always came to visit me

And now, of course, it is time for another picture of me at Case, sitting in front of my computer:

One of the great things about living in Storrs, was that people always came to visit me. This meant that I combine two of my favorite things -- sitting in front of the computer and hanging out with my friends. Actually, in those days, I think that sitting in front of the computer had a lot to do with getting work done.

Anyways, the really great thing about this picture is Eric. He always specialized in giving normal, everyday things a slight twist, so that if you look with your lazy eye, you see the same bland thing that every one else does. But if you look with your attentive, you see how Eric is playing with the norm. That kindof stuff is cool, and it is a crime against humanity that I don't talk to Eric more.

-Andy.

Me and Chris

So, I've got one more post that I want to make, one which I have been thinking about writing for a few days now (but have been too busy). What with Chris being in town last weekend, and me on this nostalgia kick, I think one of the pictures that I found sums up a lot of our relationship:

In this photo, you see a lot of things. Our "L" room in Storrs, #415. Chris and I at the computer, cracking each other up with something wacky that we did and/or found. I think that you can also see Becky's shoulder, as she leans up against Chris' chair while playing a round of "Tetris Attack!" for my SNES. I think that this was probably taken towards the end of our Sophomore year, but I'm not positive. Those were definitely some good times.

-Andy.

Storrs Halloween

Unfortunately, my memory is a little fuzzy on this picture. I'm pretty sure it is from one of the Storrs halloween parties that we had. I say pretty sure, because you never know when Steve would be sketching out dead body chalk lines in the hall. I mean, that guy had all kinds of rage goin' on (I kid, I kid...). Nevertheless, I think that this is from my Junior year, and would have been the first Halloween party that we did. The basic idea was that each quad would decorate, and there was some judging, and a winner was declared. Clearly, Steve and Justin's quad thought that implied death was scary:

Me, I think the idea of someone putting down the chalk line before the murder is scary. I mean, that's like Babe Ruth pointing out into left field, 'ya know?

Anyways, I'd be interested whatever else anyone can remember about Storrs Halloween. Post away in the comments section...

-Andy.

Sometimes, I miss CWRU

So, I'm spending my memorial day weekend in Chicago with my family (mostly -- more on that later). In reclaiming my room, my mom rounded up some stuff that I left behind in the midst of my move to California, and my mission this weekend is to sort through it, and determine what can be donated to charity, tossed, or what I'm going to force them to keep for me. One of the found items is a scrapbook that was given to me, which contains a number of really good pictures.

So, I've been jamming on the scanner and photoshop today, trying to digitize these memories for presentation. Some of them I'm just going to e-mail out, but others I'm going to blog about -- if I can remember the story behind the pictures.

And in order to do this thing right, we've got to start out with a bang:

One year (I think maybe after my Sophomore), my dad and Sara came out to pick me (and my stuff) up from school. I think that they actually stayed a few days, and we did the whole Rock and Roll Hall of Fame thing, as well. Anyways, my dad brought his handtruck with him (which he uses to take out the garbage cans, btw) in order to make the moving process somewhat easier. He brought it over on the first day, and left it in Storrs with me that night, while he and Sara stayed in a hotel.

Well of course, if something like that is left within reach of Chris and Steve -- you know that wackiness is going to ensue. I believe that we all took turns ferrying each other around, but I can't remember if we did stairs or not. At one point though, we did try to determine how many magazines it would take in order to balance Steve on the thing:

(my count: 25)

The point of this post: sometimes, I miss my days at Case. Especially when I come across memories like these.

-Andy.