Yes, I realize just about nobody reading this cares about the TVs, but I think it's important to record.
So when can I finally get rid of this beard? Jim gave me an estimate of upper bound 3 weeks, lower bound 1 week. Truth be told, now that it's stopped itching, and now that I've learned to stop touching my face, I don't really mind it anymore. What really bothers me, though, is the mustache. Strictly speaking that's not part of the agreement, but I figured it would be easier to just not shave. I figured that if I let myself shave off the mustache, I might not be able to stop myself from getting rid of the whole thing. Of course, now it's too late for me to shave it off myself anyway, but still it remains. ...I seem to have drifted off the point. What was it again? Oh yes! Why I don't like having a mustache. Namely, that calling them "whiskers" is really not inaccurate. No, of course the hairs aren't long like a cat's whiskers, but perhaps that makes it even worse - the hairs are short and stiff, and, as a result, quite sensitive. (And for some reason I keep wanting to curl up my lower lip and press it into the hairs, even though I don't actually like the prickly sensation that results.) C'mon now - I'm a human. I walk on two legs. My head is not my forwardmost part, and I don't need whiskers to find out what's in front of me, because I don't go around feeling things with my face to determine what they are. I have hands if I need to do that. This is ridiculous. Not to mention I'm always worried that food will get stuck in it.
So Saturday was Sports Frolic, and Boy Alex decided he was going to play on *our* team. What?! He's in Henderson now! Aren't there rules against that?! And Bill and Dave let him into their apartment to eat their "TUFTS" cupcakes, on the eve of Sports Frolic when we ought to be competing against him! Now of course, this being Tufts, hardly anyone went - we had 16 for attendance, and only 9 afterward - 10 once Sarah Magidson arrived, and 9 once again once I left (well, I'll get to that later) - but what I decided was, I'll go, but only if we can get Boy Alex kicked off the team. Mark said he would do the same. (Of course, from what I know, the Henderson people hardly wanted him on their team either, but, we had him last year, you got him this year. Fair's fair. Or so it should be.) Meanwhile I hissed "Aren't there rules about this?!" at Dave, who didn't know, and shouted at Boy Alex that he was a traitor and a defector and we didn't have to accept him onto the team. I figured, at the beginning, when we formed up into teams, if he was with us, I would call a point of order or whatever, and get him kicked off. Turns out, things were never organized enough for me to do something like that, and he could easily switch teams if he wanted.
When attendance call came, Boy Alex counted himself for Henderson, and so I stayed, figuring we were safe. First was the shoe toss - how far can you toss a shoe from your foot? Boy Alex played for Henderson, so I figured we were *really* safe (I was afraid he might go with Henderson in attendance but play for us afterward). Next was the relay-of-many-types, for which we needed one female runner, two people for the three-legged, two people for wheelbarrow, two people for piggyback, and one male runner. That's 8 people - note we only had 9. So Ginny, being an actual runner, was our female runner, Dan was our male runner, and we had Mark carrying Grace for piggyback. I volunteered for 3-legged, but Rick and Agnes were doing that, and so I ended up as the wheelbarrow, Blake pushing (leaving Kat as the only one out). Well, Ginny was in the lead coming out of the first part, and Rick and Agnes maintained it, but I utterly failed as wheelbarrow and we fell into last, from which we didn't recover.
Next was basketball/volleyball; I went on the volleyball team. We played Thompson first and lost 15-2 (it was playing to 15, scoring only on serves). Then we played Shorey for not-last and lost, IIRC, 15-1. As we were splitting up into basketball and volleyball teams, Boy Alex was with us, and I was afraid they were going to let him on. Once volleyball ended, turns out, they did. Well, with no organization, nobody to see, me leaving wasn't really going to have any effect, but I left anyway, and so I have no idea what happened afterward.
As for the TVs - the old TV is still on the floor, but today, when Ian was playing Elebits and Mark wanted to play Smash, it was put into use. It needs a better position - it shouldn't be on the floor - but where we can put it, nobody knows. Mark wants to switch the Wii with the N64, but that's clearly ridiculous, as due to its use of the pointer, the Wii TV should really be around eye level.
-Harry
(Also, today I went to Walgreens and bought for $5 a low-quality chess/checkers/backgammon combination thing. The pieces aren't bad, but this has to be the worst board I've ever seen. Especially how they used the other side for backgammon - I get the idea any serious backgammon player would object. Also, they didn't include a doubling cube. Of course, not being a real backgammon player, this doesn't matter to me so much, and sure, you could just do it on paper or something, but still...)
