Blame the Duel at Dawn

Well, since I’ve been deemed the sentimental one around here (as in, I’m not discussing dying birds), I thought I’d share with you a little snippet of the early days of Jamey’s and my courtship.

What’s funny is that exactly one year ago yesterday, Jamey sent me a link to a video with which I am very familiar. It is the subject of a great historical event that I like to describe as one of the most tragic: for in one single moment, a great historical figure was lost – a Founding Father, mind you.

Yes, I am talking about none other than the duel between Mssrs. Hamilton and Burr.

When I met Jamey, this somehow became part of our early conversation. After all, what else are you supposed to say to a history major?

I leave you with the episode of Drunk History Vol. 1 (rated PG-13 by myself, so you are forewarned if you’ve never seen this hilarity).

I suppose you could say that with this video, the wooing began.


Dying birds? Thanks!


The man who saw it all coming...

When I was a kid I had an obsession with Nostradamus. He’s the 16th century Frenchman who purportedly predicted all sorts of things from Napoleon and Hitler to which Popes would be elected when. After reading modern translations of his quatrains I surmised that he was mostly full of it.

But lately… There have been some pretty creepy occurences.

What are we to make of it? Is this the end times? All that stuff the Mayans warned us about?

Well, it’s simple, really.

It’s my fault for becoming happily engaged.


Please note that this is entirely tongue-in-cheek and I in no way believe that any of my actions could directly result in the apocalypse. I just have an odd sense of humor.