Take a look through my eyes...

Here are some of my random observations, insights, and experiences from over the weekend.

Text Messaging Conversation: Saturday, 01/19/08
Darren:
Darren: We got stuck behind McCain in traffic at our voting precinct.
Jessica: Who would you vote for?
Darren: Hillary Clinton is my top choice at the moment.
Jessica: (no text)Darren: Does that mean I should vote for Obama instead?
Jessica: Dad told me to take a picture of his ass and send it in response, butt I thought I would spare you.

Observation by Jessica, while riding back to Raleigh to see the NCSU Basketball game:
There's a car being towed away on the other side of the road. Why do they call it being towed? Why did they pick that particular appendage? Why the "toes?" Why didn't they pick the fingers? They grip things better. Although I guess it sounds better when you say "I got towed," as opposed to ...something else.

While watching Scrubs with Becca:
On the television, Elliot and Turk are working on a medical report, getting it ready for publication. Turk has to split to spend time with Carla, and Elliot tells him to go ahead and go, she'd work on it that night. As soon as Turk leaves, Dr. Todd pops up and, after a long string of sexual innuendos, says that Turk picked the geekiest medical intern to do his work for him. Elliot indignantly says that she isn't a geek (or a nerd, I forget the actual term). Dr. Todd says oh yeah, what's that thing on your finger? He points to a rubber, thimble-like thing on Elliot's middle finger. She says, somewhat defensively, that it helps her turn the pages, her voice dropping in volume as she realizes how much of a geek she actually is.

As if the scene weren't funny enough, Becca gets all excited and says, "That would be so cool! I want one!" Is Becca a geek? I rest my case. Not that being a geek is a bad thing. It's just not necessarily a good thing.

While watching the Packers-Giants Football Game on Sunday, my musings:
Have you ever noticed how many double entendres there are in Football? Personally, I can't hear the term "tight end," without laughing. I laugh harder if it's called the "tight end position." I laugh even harder if the player in that position is described as keeping a very close or closed tight end. I mean, come on! Pick a better term, people! Also, when Dad played football, he played tight end. After knowing that, I never miss an opportunity to make a crack about tight ends.