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RQOD-ception: RQOD in an RQOD

today's RQOD is about RQOD's: is it better when i do an RQOD like this where i just ask a question and keep it moving, or like this where is go into some detail about whatever random thoughts are going through my head at the time? because i like the latter, but i'm not opposed to doing less work.

in other news, this cat is employee of the month here at the drewniverse

RQOD: internet dating

hmmm..... to be honest with you, i don't really care about this whole Manti hoax thing, so i won't be discussing my opinion on that. but i do like ESPN First Take [especially when they feature Ed "c'mon son" Lover as a special guest] and the Te'o hoax was one of the topics of discussion. as you all know, we here at the drewniverse believe in being timely so now that the horse is dead we won't beat it. we have more journalistic integrity than those ESPN talking heads, you see. but i did appreciate one of the points that was made during First Take's discussion of the issue. during the discussion Lover pointed out [well, to be fair Stephen A. Smith raised the point first] that it was a bit unusual for a young person to meet and fall for another person whom the have never met in person. the debate then went into whether Te'o was just swagless and naive [he is] or complicit and devious [he was probably willfully ignorant][so i discussed my opinion a little. sue me].

but i think they glossed over the most important question that their topic raised, and that question is threefold. first, there's the problem with the pressure we put on young people to succeed. now i don;t mean to suggest that i'm against a society that values achievement. i think merit based reward is a good thing when used right [i'm just not convinced we do it right]. but what we do here in america is put too much value on the reward. one of the theories for why Te'o was complicit, if he in fact was [like i said, he probably was just naive and a little willfully ignorant] is that he needed the story to garner support for his Heisman campaign. that this is even a consideration speaks volumes about the public psyche. nevermind that you've done your best, grown as a player and a person and are considered a lock for your dream career, none of that matter unless you get the achievement.

next there's the question suggested n the title. First Take, being that the talking heads are from a different generation, wholly dismissed [save for Skip Bayless] the possibility that Te'o could have legitimately connected with a person that he'd never had in person contact with. but is it possible to connect on a substantial level with a person we've never occupied space with? last night, while fake shooting people in the face playing Farcry 3 online, i witnessed two players who had never met before develop a friendship over the course of a single match to the point where they planned to "meet up" at a later date to play again. at no point did they plan to meet in person, but the connection was there.

finally, even if we concede that you can make a real connection with people whom you've never met, is it possible that the connection can blossom into love? certainly not, right? well, it seems that there are tons of examples of even online gamers falling in love with -- and even marrying -- each other based on there online interactions.

so here, after all of that, is the RQOD: can we be done with Manti's fake girlfriend now? please??

:-\

gimme some more (update swag)

*sigh*

be still 11-year-old Drew's beating heart

*LOUDER SIGH*

[you. this is what you say]: drew. what is it about ms lawerence up there that's got you so glum?

[me]: iunno... nuthin

[you again. you're persistent. go you]: but drew! but drew! you sad *sigh* twice!

[me]: well... remember about a year ago when i wrote a blog about danielle "topanga lawerence" fishel aka my school boy crush rapping on say what karaoke? you don't? well take a few minutes to read this...

familiar? ok, welcome back! those of you who followed the link now know that i promised the swagalicious ms. sam bam at lawless and flawless that ms. fishel did that IRL, and she was all, "what? no way!" and i was all, "yes, uh huh way!" and then and there set out to find video proof to support my lofty assertion. alas, dear drewninites, i have been thus far unsuccessful in my year-ish long search for said proof. if you recall that post (and since the link is literally right there)

see? there's a large arrow with words pointing to it

i asked that you, you guys, the drewninites out there in the drewniverse, help me by keeping an eye outin your various interwebs for that video. sadly even the combined efforts of all the drewninites combined have not yet been able to unearth this video. here's a little history: accoding to retro junk, say what? karaoke featured [possibly drunk/high] kids who sang hit songs and were judged and voted off. well on one special spring break celebrity edition topanga lawerence from boy meets world ripped the crowd apart with a rendition of Busta Rhymes "gimme some more", and if you're not impressed with that b/c you either don't reember that song, or had terrible taste in music in the late 90's (we don't blame you do we DARK? DARK?? um, DARK's not paying attention. something about evil doers.... that kid's weird) here's the psychedelic, pimptacular sexification of a video they made for it (Luscious told me to write that.... that kid's weird, too)

little miss fishel performed that. live at spring break. word. for. frickin. word. AND, AND she was on beat!!!! impressive right?

[you decided this was a good time to chime in. i disagree, but ok, whatevs]: but drew! but drew! if this really happened where's the video proof?! there's got to be a video somewhere, right? it's one of the rules of the internet!!
[me]: well, i thought you were going to say something asinine, bu look at you raising a valid point! go you! i was thinking the same thing  i mean you're absolutely right. rule 11 of the internet says i have to have at least photographic proof (i'd discuss rule 34, but that's another show). but i've looked through all of the things. i can't find it anywhere! did mtv eradicate every publicly shared copy? i mean, this is the only video i can even find on say what? karaoke that happened during spring break.  this guy over a replyz.com mirrors my frustration

i feel you, bruh

i know the video exists. i can feel it in my plums. now all i have to do is head to times square, raid the mtv vault, find and upload the danielle fishel video and bobbity boobity bam, video proof. at this point it'd almost be worth the NYPD beat down and subsequent prison time....

almost...

5 minute break

i was thinking the other day about law school and what evil i must have committed in some past life to have been put in it i was immediately reminded of a conversation i had with a mentor last summer: "if you love it, then you're in the right field, but if not it may not be worth the effort". i'm paraphrasing, of course. he did not say it wouldn't be worth the effort, but i can't help but wonder if i'm actually supposed to be in law school right now. like cosmically. is this my lot in life? who knows. all i know is that this isn't what i expected it to be, and i don't know if i want to be here. but then there's the side of me who doesn't know how to quit. doesn't even know the meaning of the word quit. so i guess i have to go with that side. it's too late to change my mind at this point, and i don't want to go through life wondering what could have been. so, yeah, get the degree. but what happens after that?

It was all a dream... Right?

Dear Drewniverse,
     I feel like I can share this with you because I just left my first privacy in the digital age class, and am confident that sharing this won't get me arrested like idiotic, drunk 12-year-olds in Oklahoma. I had a really weird dream like a week ago in which I cut my hand -- the right one above the pinky knuckle -- on a barbell. This shouldn't have bothered me, but as with all injuries, I was compelled to survey the damage. The wound's appearance was quite odd. It was a sort of circular, fairly deep wound, at least for the back of a hand. But inside wasn't the normal fleshy stuff you'd expect: there was this red layer on top of which was a sort of nylon polymer looking mesh with a node in the center. I touched the node and was able to move it around a bit. It was kinda like if an orange bag was made of suet and was holding a wet nerf ball also made of suet.

this. it felt like nylon made of this

 It was mesmerizing. I kept going back to it. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I kept waiting for it to bleed so I didn't have to face the sad truth that I was turning into a bag of beef by-product made citrus. But it wouldn't bleed. It was there for the rest of the dream just not bleeding and looking horrible. I remember at one point in the dream I began to shout at the wound, " DAMN IT, JUST BLEED ALREADY! BLEED AND GET IT OVER WITH!!" and then I woke up. Ever since I've found myself peeking at my right pinky knuckle from time to time, you know, just in case.