From the mouth of darts!

Apologies for the lateness of this week's blog update, but it's getting busy as I finish up at school (see this post).

Last weekend, we raced out in NH/VT near Dartmouth (which is cool because it's much closer than the races earlier this season, apart from Yale's). While the team did pretty well on the whole, I'll say that I was not feeling it, and that the road race was definitely the hardest I have ever done. I suspect I was sick too, which couldn't have helped matters.

Tom Sampson got 10th (on pimp-ass borrowed Zipps) and I got 53rd (out of 67) in the C crit, which Josh and Jeff Cronin got 7th and 10th respectively (of 30) in the D crit. For the road race, Tom got 8th and I got 55th (of 64) in the Cs, and Josh and Jeff got 30th and 3rd (of 67) respectively. Nice job Cronin, you skinny bastard. UMBRCers for life Spencer and Chris made a special guest appearance the watch the crit, which was fun.

The hotel was like a slightly more backwoods facsimile of last week's, as much of the furniture and layout seemed the same, albeit with little differences here and there. At night, the room got quite warm, so I opened the panel where the control for the A/C should have been and just found what looks like a bunch of cobbled together molex connectors. Also, for the third weekend in a row, Happy Gilmore was on the TV. Well, ok, it was Billy Madison the first week, but still.

We went to probably the worst Subway in the world the night we got there. It was in a convinence store and not only did they not make the sub my way, the peppers seemed to be mostly stems and the toasting wasn't really done properly (think frozen bread into lowest setting toaster. Then just hanging out there for a bit).

The next day all went to the roadhouse cafe across the street from the hotel. It was charming. The server was also the owner, and made us all very generous portions of tasty food. It was Tom's birthday, so I bought him a slice of pie as big as his head. It was very good pie, but I had to take away half of it, as I was not up to the challenge.

This weekend, I'm doing MIT's race in Westminster, MA. It's the closest race in the series, which seems poetic as next week's is the farthest away (PA). This will probably be the last collegiate race I do, as Umass van regulations improse a mileage restriction, and we all know Ferris Buellering doesn't really work.

I did get to see Monsters v. Aliens in 3D as the Cinemark down the street sprung for the new projector, and as with Bolt, the tech's pretty impressive. While the movie was pleasant enough, it seems Dreamworks has fallen back into old habits of rapid-fire pop-culture riffs from an all-star cast and shameless plugs (going as far as HP product placement in the movie). There were certainly parts of the movie that got laughs, and it's visually quite a spectacle, but on the whole, it's not very substantial.

For this week's video, we delve into the deepest depths of 80s absurdity, if not obscurity, with arguably the most confusing music video of all time.