houseplants: In my horticulture class (H&CS 200) last week we were given a 'Desperate Houseplant'---aka a houseplant we have to keep (moderately) alive for the next 6 weeks. Being the plant dork that I am, I was actually excited. I'm pretty sure I was creeping people out on my million mile walk home from ag. campus to my house with my houseplant and annoyingly excited smile on my face. I had one guy actually stop me on the bridge over the Olentangy and ask if I had been smoking my plant. By the way, my plant's still alive and thriving. Just in case you were wondering.

old greg: Alright, stop me if you've heard this one before. Some random bloke dressed in a tu-tu and cowboy boots, sea-weed for hair, and a weird obsession for Bailey's and for creepin around sayin "I'm Old Greg." Anyone heard of that before? I hadn't until my housemate introduced me to this lovely character via youtube. I can honestly say it was one of the disturbing things I've seen in my life. Not one of the most disturbing, but it was definitely disturbing. youtube, search "old greg". Let me know if after you watch it you start expecting things to pop out from around corners saying "I'm Old Greg...."

hotdog graffiti: I came back to Columbus from Cinci this week to find several hotdogs elegantly arranged within our flower pots, stuck to our windows (I'm not even going to ask how they stuck), and even installed in place of bulbs in our porch light (and yes, I did turn the light on to see what happened. Eh, nothing spectacular.). I had assumed my housmates had just acquired a different decorating taste, but apparantly the guys next door felt that hotdogs were a revolutionary idea to add to the art of graffiti.