Who the hell knew that you had to register in advance for a rock-paper-scissors tournament? I mean, doesn't that contradict the entire backyard ethos of rock-paper-scissors, the most spontaneous and entertaining of all our decision-making games? My associates and I arrived at the Target Center in Minneapolis on Friday afternoon (the tournament was before the Timberwolves game; the final was during halftime) looking to prove our mettle: Would we survive in a post-apocalyptic world where rocks, paper and scissors were the only weapons? As our ignorance of the registration rules proved, we had a lot to learn about competitive RPS.
There is nothing more interesting than a serial killer. It may be terrible, but it is true. Sure there is the scare factor that fear that a certified killing maniac may be prowling on the loose but there is a morbid fascination in it as well. This fascination is the subject of auteur David Fincher's Zodiac.
Believe it or not, Minneapolis is known for its totally wicked music scene. Throughout the year, bits and pieces of this music scene have been working their way down to St. Olaf. Tuesday is going to be the hip Pause show to end all hip Pause shows.
Good news, St. Olaf: Gentlemen can continue preferring blondes; blondes can continue just wanting to have fun and the tired quips surrounding our campuss predominant hair color can keep circulating for years to come. Why? Because recent scientific claims that blondes are en route to extinction have been debunked, and it appears that there will in fact be plenty of flaxen hair to make the world go round for many generations.