Bizzaro Me

So during my freshman year, me and my friends started noticing we all had doppelgangers around campus. Except we called them "bizzaro's" (anyone catch the reference? Think Superman...) Anyhow, almost all of my friends had bizzaro's... Some of the resemblances were astoundingly uncanny.

One day, one of my friends told me that he said hi to some guy who looked exactly like me. He had found my bizzaro. I kept hearing about this look-alike, but never saw him myself. Some of this guy's friends mistook me for him... One went so far as to whack me in the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper and shout "hey, what's up man??" When I just stared at him in shock (and awe) he then commented "whoa, when did you get braces?" (I had braces back then... Yes, yes, laugh it up). It took him a good 45 seconds of me staring at him before he realized that he had made a mistake.

This sort of thing went on for another year... I saw him from time to time... He had the same long-hair, part-down-the-middle hair-cut... Wore the same glasses... Was about the same height and body-type, etc... Finally, during my sophomore year, we passed each other in the hallway. After we passed each other, his friend who was with him at the time went, "dun dun DUN!" (like the scary, dramatic music cue).

Later that year, I was sitting at lunch with my buddy Anup and some other folks, when we saw my bizzaro across the dining hall. One of my friends made some comment about him.. Anup turns around and sees him and says "Oh him? Roland? I know him, he's cool!" After my friends made a few more "bizzaro" references, Anup goes "dammit, I'm going to put an end to this..." And gets up, walks over to Roland, drags him over to our table, introduces us, and says, "THERE! IT'S DONE! IT'S OVER!"

From that day forth, the awkwardness was over. He lives in Boston, actually. Strangely enough, his hair is now short... Kind of like mine....

...Dun dun DUN!!!

-e

Donuts & Solitaire?

I know it's been a stupid long time since I posted... and I don't have time to write something substantial just yet, but I had to share this story:

So y'know how police cars have those little laptops in them now? These things must be good for catching bad guys, or something, right? Well, I'm driving down the street the other day, and I stop at a stop light next to a cop car... I look over and what do you suppose I see the cop doing on his computer?

...That's right. He's playing solitaire.

Our tax money hard at work, people.

-e