Thursday, October 02, 2008

Where's Tracie?? Part 2: Free Nike Woman

I'm sitting here at a computer on campus, staring at this website, feeling like a stranger. I haven't posted anything in almost a month. I don't "work" for 9 hours a day as a receptionist with nothing to do anymore. Sad, but true. I have been so busy with work and school that I haven't had time. Also, my computer at home is not working. That hinders my blogging as well, but I've been able to read more than I usually do (good for my vocab, bad for my social life). Where have I been? I'll tell you where I've been.

1. I was offered a job with Nike as a correspondent for them!!!!!!!!!! I am so incredibly excited/grateful/nervous/confident/blah blah blah. I get my own blog on their website. I will let you know what that web address is as soon as I get it.

2. September has been an interesting month for me on a personal level. I won't go into details, but I am so grateful for the California legal system and my amazing lawyer, David Leon. Seriously, if you ever need anything to do with family law, I recommend him. I give him 5 thousand million billion stars.

3. I have missed school. I love it here at BYU. I can't believe I was away for almost a year. Yeah, it's very annoying to see all the happily married 19 and 20 year olds, girls who are younger than me and PREGNANT, or even better, already have 2 kids (No offense to my friends who are happily married and young with kids).
But I love my job (Graphics Artist/Operator for the BYU Daily News) and I love my major (Broadcast Journalism) and I love reporting and I love my classes (especially Ruth Todd Jones' class... love her!!) and I love my roommates (Britt, Carrie, and Sadie), I love my friends, I love making new friends, I love meeting up with old friends from Bakersfield, I love running, I love Nike, I love life!

In conclusion, I would like to leave you with some words of wisdom/lessons/cool things I have discovered over the past 30-something days:

1. Clean your room and you clean your life.
2. Having a loft with a TV and couches makes for a great place to send your roommate and her boyfriend when you don't want to see them being kissy-kissy lovey-dovey.
3. You can eliminate the words "very" and "really" from your vocabulary and not die.
4. Homemade cream puffs and banana bread come in handy when you're hungry and don't want to go to the store.
5. If cleanliness is next to godliness, then Brittany my roommate/best friend is celestial (and it almost lowers my self-esteem because I think... why can't I be that clean? Why can't I pick up my clothes every day? And then I get over it and go do something else, like read or run. And the room stays moderately messy.).
6. I am still the best at Mario Kart, N64 Version, no matter who I play. (Any takers? Any takers?)
7. It's harder to run in Utah than it is in California because of something I like to call ""higher elevation".
8. My brother James is really smart. (Yalie)
9. My puppy Annie still loves me the most out of anyone in my family. Even when I leave for school, she still loves me most.
10. You can avoid people you don't want to talk to by pretending to talk on the phone. (Make sure it's on silent so it doesn't ring).
11. Never give your keys to Brittany unless you want her to lose them (it's an innate characteristic of hers to lose keys. It's an innate characteristic of mine to find Brittany's lost keys within the first 30 seconds of my search).
12. If you miss the sun and California, just head over to your local tanning salon for some much-needed therapy.
13. I know the most talented singer-songwriters in all of America (big generalization, I know, but it's true): Spencer and Issac Russell. LOVE their stuff. I can't wait to review them for Nike.
14. Utah has better weather than Bakersfield. During the month of September, however. I probably won't be so quick to compliment Utah's weather when the snow comes. Ok, I KNOW I will NOT compliment Utah. In fact, we become mortal enemies when those white flakes start falling from the sky. But, I have a really cute white winter coat with a fox-fur collar (I didn't know it was real when I bought it!! Don't red-paint me, PETA! I'll go adopt 5 animals, right now! I'm such a hypocrite!!), and I'm excited to wear it.
15. When your parents buy your car from you, you save a lot of money.
16. I can live off of $20 worth of groceries a week.
17. My parents and I get along wayyyyyyyy better when we are not living under the same roof.

Ok, that's it for now. I have English 316 right now, and I better get to class. I haven't been on Google Reader yet, so, friends and family, I will catch up sometime within the next 48-72 hours.

P.S. I get to be on the sidelines for the BYU v Utah State game in Logan tomorrow.
P.P.S. I don't know if I can run a marathon next year.
P.P.S.S. Who wants to teach me how to snowboard this year? I will be reviewing all the ski resorts for Nike and figure I should actually know how to board and/or ski before I go review.
P.P.P.S.S. Who's going with me to see CELINE DION in Salt Lake in November???

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Tracie's Music Review: "Ain't No Sunshine" by Tyrone Wells

Tyrone Wells. Tyrone Wells. Tyrone Wells. Tyrone Wells. Please be green-eyed with envy I heard his voice live last night, from about 3 feet away from the front. Pictures to come. And I love my new friends Bobbi, Kalli, and Janna Bowman. And thank-you, Bo, for introducing me to Tyrone Wells AND your awesome cousins. And I love small concerts in small venues. And I'm so sorry you couldn't be with us, Jill.

This is my favorite cover he does. It's absolutely amazing. He holds this super long note at the end and I'm always afraid he's going to pass out. I LOVE IT. And I heard it live. (Jealous? Bitter? Resentful? Invidious?-- Dictionary dot com it if you don't know what that means) Okay, press the play button.


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Thursday, September 04, 2008

Where's Tracie?

Okay fans, (all 3 of you), it's been forever since I have been on here. I know you've been crying yourself to sleep. But guess what?? I have a life now!! HA. No offense to anyone who's on the internet 24/7. Well, maybe a little offense. But my summer job is over, I no longer sit and stare at a computer screen for 9 hours a day and I'm living the high life as a senior at Brigham Young University (Check us out, we're ranked for football!! Yeah, you're jealous.)

Okay, so last Friday my dad drove me to Provo, UT. I was originally supposed to meet Monica and Brooke in Las Vegas for a girl's weekend, but my parents decided that they wouldn't support me in spending a weekend in the City of Sin, and would only take me to Provo, no where else. Seriously. And I'm really 22. Not 12. They forget that sometimes. (Not that I minded the free groceries, Target Shopping Spree, and sushi at Happy Sumo/Eating out everywhere GOOD... thanks Daddy!!)

So ANYWAY, as I was saying, we arrived in Provo after about a 10 hour drive at 10 PM Mountain Time. Brooke and I had a girls night at her grandma's HUGE house in Provo. Then Brittany my bestest friend, my Dad, his friend from Utah, Jim, all went to the BYU football game. Talk about BORING! I haven't actually sat and watched a football game in forever. Usually I'm down on the field doing something for broadcasting. I don't know how you people do it. It's so boring sitting in the stands. Seriously. I hated it. I'm never going back. It's field-time or no-tracie-time at football games from now on... I wouldn't be opposed to a box seat, however.

We went to the Tree Room up in Sundance after the game. Brooke joined us for that. Don't worry, Brittany's boyfriend, Robert Redford was there.

Jim: Hey girls, guess who just walked in?

Me, Brooke, Brittany: Who? Who??

Jim: I think his name is Robert Redford?

Brittany: (Major Silent Shriek and Freak-Out)

Brooke and Tracie: Minor Silent Shriek and Freak-out)

Me: Brittany, are you okay?

Brittany: You don't understand!!! He's wooed 3 generations in my family!!! My grandma, my mom and me!

Ha. I love that. My friends are so funny.

So after a fantastic dinner at a 4-Diamond restaurant, Brittany, Brooke, and I went and had another Girls Night at her grandma's house.

My Daddy left on Monday and I was real sad. But I'm getting back into the college groove. Yay for 5th year seniors!!

P.S. Sometime SOON, I hope, they will announce the Five Finalists for the Nike Field Reporter. Cross your fingers for me!!

Next post: I will tell you about the COOLEST project I will work on of my entire life. It's seriously the best thing ever. You're gonna be so jealous. I already know it.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Maybe this woman owns the "Get'R Done Hair and Nails Salon" in Oildale, CA.

I was driving around the beautiful town of Bakersfield, CA, and I saw this license plate:

I had to re-read it several times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating from the heat. And then I promptly took a picture on my phone. ("Ooooo, I should blog about that!" moment)
Just in case you didn't get that, the letters are:
"G-I-T-T-R D-N".
I try really hard to convince my friends from the rest of Southern California that Bakersfield is not as bad as everyone claims it to be. But seriously, White-Trash-Woman-Driver, you make us take a million steps backwards in that battle, (not to mention the Battle of Stop Making Derogatory Comments About A Woman Unless You Are A Woman Talking to/Gossiping About Another Woman) when you drive around with the Most White Trash License Plate of the Century. Congratulations.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Legacy Photography/Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me

"You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, You're so VAIN (you're so vain) I bet you think this song is about you, DON'T YOU, DON'T YOU."

That's what I'm humming to myself as I write this post. As if you can be anything OTHER than vain when you post glamour shots of yourself. I do it, however, out of the goodness of my heart (and she's humble, too) to promote the amazing photographers from LEGACY PHOTOGRAPHY, Ilcy and Stacy (located in Bakersfield, CA). They shot the best pictures I have ever taken... better than my senior portraits, better than myself, better than my mom when I was little, and a MILLION TIMES INFINITY times better than that guy in Salt Lake who did my head shots 3 years ago (If I ever remember his company's name, I'm going to write a scathing review).

Ok this one is a little tricky: go to the upper right corner of the page, click your mouse, and hold down the button as you drag your mouse over to the left. You might have to re-click to make the page you just dragged stay down.
See?? It's like reading a book---- Or..... you can just double click the corner of the page you want to turn. That might be easier.


Pictures courtesy of:

They specialize in:

Weddings
Special events
Self Portraits
Family Portraits
You name it!


Does service/good welfare/shameless promotion of the best photography company ever cancel out vanity? I hope so. Shoot, I've seen the movie Se7en. I know what happens to those who are vain.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Thank-you For Not Driving.

WARNING: This post contains a pledge, which if you read, or even take a peek at, or just skim quickly, you must follow, or the Spirits of Tailgaters Past will haunt your life FOREVER. FOR-EV-ER. FORR-EVV-ERR.

You know you do it. I know you do it. You know I know you know you do it. We've all done it. You merge onto the freeway. Careen over to the far-left lane. Set your cruise control at "85". And some Mormon, I mean moron (for reference when I'm driving on Utah Freeways, boo to everyone who drives the speed limit in the far left lane!!!) in front of you is in the fast lane going a measly 62 MPH. You pull up close behind them, flash your lights and do the "No-no-no" Mom Hand Signal. And. they. don't. move. So you move closer to them. And closer. And closer. And finally you're so close to the car in front of you, you can read all their bumper stickers very clearly ("My Grandson Was Child of the Week at Provo Elementary". Or "The Closer You Get, The Slower I Go". Or "Go Ahead and Honk, I Can't Hear You"). And they still. don't. move. And we inch closer and closer and closer until we're fed up and we change lanes to indignantly speed around them. You KNOW you do it too! But, there are rules, right? You ONLY tailgate at certain times. Like when someone is going slow in the fast lane (I'm talking to YOU, I-15 Riders of Utah and Salt Lake County). Or someone who doesn't go the speed limit in residential areas.

But here's where my beef lies: people who needlessly tailgate. I see cars who pull up too close behind me to "encourage" (yeah, encourage... it's a bit more like INTIMIDATE) me to go faster. WELL, GUESS WHAT?? I CAN'T!! THERE'S TRAFFIC!! Can you open your eyes for, like a SECOND, and see that everyone else is going at a steady pace of 55 MPH on the freeway, there are too many cars on the road to pass anyone, and it's doing you no good to ride my car's booty??!?? So get OFF my tail, because all you're doing is making me ANGRY. 'Cause I'll slow down. And ride my brakes. And then speed up so you can't pass. And I'll play this cat-and-mouse game with you until you stop. And I don't care what faces you make at me. Or gestures you give. I don't put up with Tacky Tailgaters.

(Please raise your right arm and repeat after me)

In the name of my Fellow Drivers of the World. I, [Insert your name here], vow to never be a Tacky Tailgater. I promise that I will only Tailgate under said Tailgate Rules and Regulations (see Paragraph 1-2 from above). And I'll also ALWAYS signal when I switch lanes. And I swear I'll never slow down to a full and complete stop just to turn into a parking lot, or onto a street. And I promise when I'm old and senile (no offense Grandma), I won't drive. And if I do, I won't self-righteously drive in the fast lane going 55 MPH, even IF I've paid my tithing for the month and I want to obey all traffic rules so I can be One-with-God and think everyone going over 60 MPH is of the Devil. And I'll stop at every stop sign. And I will also follow the lane assignments given on the following picture made by Tracie. And I pledge these things in the name of glory, good citizenship, and for all those who've been wronged on the road.

LANE ASSIGNMENTS:

Thursday, August 21, 2008

15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10: Sequence of numbers, or real ages of Chinese Gymnasts?

A little late, I.O.C., a little late, but we'll take it.
IOC orders investigation into He Kexin's age. Article on Yahoo!
But if He Kexin helped win the team Medal, shouldn't they disqualify her score? Re-count, anyone?

This is funny:

This is also funny:

And another:

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

I'm sorry I went to see the Dodgers, Grandpa

Dear Grandpa Knabe,

As a member of your family, I realize it was a major no-no/slight act of betrayal to not only attend a Dodgers game, but to also: 1) wear Dodger Blue (Thanks to Victoria's Secret PINK) and 2) cheer for the Dodgers. I know you are up in Heaven, looking down, wondering, "Where did I go wrong?". I have not lived well the Knabe name. I know I should be an Angels fan through and through, and I shouldn't have gone to the game. I've let you down, and I've let down my boys. I'm sorry everyone!!!!!!!! I'll never do it again. Don't worry, I know who to root for in the World Series... GO ANGELS!!!! Now maybe you can talk to the Big Guy up there and see if He can't just get us off this losing streak (3 games so far).
Love you, miss you tons, xoxo-
tracie

Monday, August 18, 2008

Tawnie Goes to See Wicked

This is a photo story of my best friend Tawnie, taken by me, of her adventures in Hollywood as she goes to see the musical "Wicked", then gets dinner. Also known as a compliation of my amazing photography skills. 'Cause I'ma photographer. 'Cause I have a camera. Camera=Photographer. Tracie=Photographer=Camera=Amazing Pictures.

Friday, August 15, 2008

My First Venture into the World of Co-Blogging. Subject: The Olympics

Now that I feel comfortable in this one-person blogging environment (what I like to call "First Base"), I have decided to move onto the next step: CO-BLOGGING (what I like to call "Second Base"). I've asked my good friend Andy, who doesn't look too much different from Michael Phelps, (READ: The hot single ladies love him, the hot single guys want to be with him, and he's pretty much an unstoppable force in the state of Pennsylvania, plus he's Alicia Sacramone's boyfriend. Just ask him.), to help discuss the "hot issues" of the Olympics. And there's some other stuff I really think you'll find interesting, because, well, it's interesting. His blog (Go read it, NOW. And keep on reading it FOREVER) always gives me a good laugh (favorite entry so far: "To Discuss What Just Happened to My Dinner"... I have to say I am impressed by the sheer fact that he tried to actually cook dinner first, instead of just ordering pizza).
Ok, Arial = Tracie
Times New Roman = ANDY.
Got it?
Good. Here we go.
A little about me: I’m from Pennsylvania, I used to play clarinet and I’ve only been blogging for about two weeks now, so, in other words, I’ve got nothing going for me. (Good write-up, Andy. Way to make yourself sound super cool)

TO DISCUSS THE TOP TEN OLYMPIC TOPICS OF INTEREST:
1. US Women’s Gymnastics team
I remember watching the ’96 Olympics and begging my mom to put me in gymnastics because I wanted to be in the Olympics, too. She crushed that dream as quickly as she did my elementary cheerleading and dancing careers, thus forever cementing my status as “teacher’s pet” instead of “cool and super popular cheerleader-dancer girl”. And I was just the opposite. I was put in gymnastics when I was really young and stayed in it for years, even when I was the only boy in the class, possibly cementing my future in metro sexuality.
I vote Alicia Sacramone for "Women’s Gymnastics Poster Child ‘08." She emanates the gymnastics vibe. She has the cute little face with the high ponytail circa 1984 with the super-toned but somewhat stocky yet not in any way fat body, and I just want to pat her head and say “It’s okay, Alicia, it’s okay you lost the gold, everyone will forgive you because you’re just the cutest little thing.” Maybe one day she’ll get that coveted “Wheaties” contract U.S. Olympians lust after. Until then, she’ll have to settle (and I mean this in the nicest way, Andy) for the title of Silver Medalist/Apple of Andy’s Eye. I'm with you on voting Alicia poster child, if only because that means there would be posters of her available. Did you know that she became an Internet sensation the night of the team competition- and it was because of her looks. True, but sad story... because that means there's more competition for me. It helps her case, I think, that she actually looks like a woman. You know, she actually has a chest. And has had her first period (I'm talking to you, China).

2. US Men’s gymnastics
Does this bother anyone else? I’m anti-gymnasts-looking-at-the-television-cameras and saying hi and/or waving while at the competition. I prefer the clueless Romanians and old-school US teams who didn’t acknowledge the cameras that were shoved in their faces for the precious moments of reaction the TV director is constantly calling for. Come on, people, we want to see the focus and determination and self-discipline of gymnasts totally fixated on the competition. You make us lose a little faith with each smile into the camera, wave into the lens. We think, “Are they really focusing on the competition? Are they really mentally preparing themselves for the next event?” Maybe the ’08 men’s and women’s gymnastics teams should have focused more on the competition than the television cameras. Maybe this is the reason why we didn’t get higher than a bronze or silver in the team competition. Hmmm? Hmmmmmmmm? No, the reason we didn't get the gold is because my gymnast girlfriend, Alicia, has the balancing skills of an inebriated clown on a tightrope, and because the Chinese male gymnasts are built in factories. I was getting tired of the U.S. male gymnasts trying to convince themselves they were competing in a more manly sport, like football, by screaming "U.S.A., baby! Number one!" over and over. Nobody is so patriotic that they need to shout out their nationality because they stuck a vault landing. If that's the case, I should start shouting "U.S.A. baby!" every time I go grocery shopping. Or change lanes. Or download pirated music.

3. Swedish wrestler throwing bronze medal on floor at ceremony:
Can we say “sore loser” any louder? Can we all act our age? Can we stop acting like babies? Can we show respect for the Olympics and the other athletes? Can we be grateful that we even medaled at all? Can we be grateful we are even IN the Olympics? Can we be grateful we are living, breathing human beings without any major disabilities? Can we be GRATEFUL that we are ALIVE?????? Tracie, you feeling okay? Are you a little bitter? I'll talk to your mom; maybe we can still get you in gymnastics. Will you wear one of those leotards? (NO. YOU wear the leotard. Oh wait, you already have. Like your whole life. Haha.)

4. Swimming
Four words: Michael. Phelps. Ryan. Lochte. Now, Andy, I don’t know if you’ll understand this at all, but let me be the voice for the Women of the World: I would like to take this time to publicly thank the Mama Phelps and Mama Lochte for enrolling their boys in the local private swim club that spurred their fantastic careers, without which we might never see these beautiful men in Speedos/super tight body suits on a daily basis for 14 days straight. I do appreciate the women's point of view on this, although I wish when I walk around in a Speedo, I'd get the same response. I mean, the pastor told me it was a full body baptism. I don't know why those church ladies were so upset. (T: And how old were you wore a Speedo to church???) (My fault. By Speedo, I meant wrapped in Jesus’ love.) But here's what I'm trying to figure out: the gender of the swimmers. There are some (supposedly) female swimmers that, with their goggles, swimsuit and cap on, no longer look like girls. They look gender neutral. Like my recent dates. (Ugh, who are you dating?) (Your mom.) (That's what she said.)
5. Michael Phelps
Amazing, astonishing, astounding, deiform, divine, fantastic, fantastical, godlike, idol, marvelous, miraculous, pantheon, phenomenal, prime mover, prodigious, providence, stupendous, unbelievable, wonderful, wondrous. Just to clarify- you think he's good? Since the Olympics began, I've realized there are many things that, unlike regular people, Michael Phelps will never do: perform a bad backstroke, sing off key, sin, eat an entire box of Thin Mints, forget an anniversary, lie, lose in an event, wear a shirt, die, or ask for directions. At least, that's what I gather from the sexually-charged gushing of the two male announcers. (They do seem a bit like 12 year old girls giggling and gossiping about the cute boy in the back of class).

6. Young China Gymnasts
I am so over the debates of whether or not these girls are under the age of 16. OBVIOUSLY they are (that required capital letters). China hasn’t properly disposed of the evidence. It has been reported TWICE (again with the capital) in major Chinese newspapers that He Kexin was born Jan. 1, 1994, this birth date making her too young to compete, thus making the true winners (if we are to abide by all the rules) of the Women’s Team Finals, Team USA. I say, Darn you, IOC!!! (International Olympic Committee) You need to make an investigation, force the Chinese to admit to fraud, de-throne them, give the gold to the US, and be on your merry way. The US Gymnastics peoples are not calling for an investigation, as following the guidelines of proper Olympic etiquette would be they show grace and class and gratitude for the Silver Medal (take a hint from them, O Mighty Wrestler from Sweden!) and not complain. China disrespects everything about the sport by falsifying ages to win the gold in their own darned country. You must be jacked. You forcibly used capitalization, and you used the IOC's name in vain. There's a simple solution to all this. Have one of the male gymnasts hit on one of the Chinese girls. Then, find out if that constitutes a crime. This plan will work perfectly, just as soon as you find a male gymnast that likes little 12 year old girls.

(Where is number 7, might you ask? It might come later, it might not. It might be "in the making", it might not. It might be that ANDY forgot to put a number 7, it might not.)


8. Synchronized swimming:

Who came up with this sport??? If I was a feminist, I might be offended the Olympics supports a “sport” (Is it a sport? Is it REALLY a sport?) that involves pretty girls (Not always!) swimming in unison, wearing make-up, with smiles plastered on their faces while dancing ballet-like moves in the water. But seeing as I’m a “girly-girl” (does that make me anti-feminist?), I won’t lose any sleep over this. Not sure that makes you anti-feminist, Tracie, but go vote and burn a bra, just in case... There are other sports I doubt are needed in the Olympics. Did you see the white water kayaking competition? (Did it involve Kobe, Alicia, or Michael? Then no, I did not.) Not one of those people looked like they had control. One of the top performers actually flipped upside down. I think if any part of your Olympic experience involves you paddling for your life in a manmade river, something's wrong. Also, did you catch the women's fencing event? They looked like robotic beekeepers. And they moaned a lot. And I do mean moan. It was awkward watching it.

9. Beach volleyball

We (girls) want to have bodies like Kerri and Misty and date boys like Phil, Jake and Sean. Vice-versa, Andy? And what is this about the “bikini debate”? Can I say this any clearer? SAND = SWIMSUITS. What was that Tracie? Oh, Sand = Swimsuits. Duh. Let the athletes wear their athletic swimsuits while playing on sand (it’s an Inter-Galactic Law that one must wear a swimsuit while biding time on or near sand-like surfaces) and let’s be done with it. There. The debate is over. Not quite right on the first point, Tracie. I'd like a body like those guys, but Kerri and Misty both have bodies like the guys, too. (T: What?? No way!! Girls, [and boys too] raise your hand if you like Kerri Walsh’s body!) (What you just heard there were crickets. Guys don’t want to date a woman who is in much, much better shape. We get jealous easily) (So what you're saying is that you DON'T want to date a Victoria's Secret Model. I'll be sure to tell Alessandra and Adriana) So either way, that works. I did appreciate that there were female cheerleaders, for no reason, at some of the women's sand volleyball events. Classy move by the Chinese.I think there are far more issues with the swimsuits worn by the male synchronized divers. Those were the smallest suits I've ever seen, including birthday ones (T: A little reminiscent of “Thunder from Down Under”, so say my sources). Another awkward moment. It's truly an Olympic miracle.


10. I'll start the last one. There was a Korean guy who got his medals taken away for doping. Swimming? Nope. Cycling? Nope. Try air pistol shooting. First off- you can get a medal for shooting an air pistol???? ( I Googled it. ‘Tis true, it’s an Olympic sport) Can I get one for my Nerf gun? Second, the guy was using muscle relaxants. At what point did he have the conversation of, "You know, I just can't cut it this year. I better juice up. The sport of air pistol shooting is just getting too hard these days."
Or maybe he was thinking, “Dictator of country will kill me unless I win an Olympic medal. Must. Use. Beta-Blocker!” What else could possibly freak him out enough to drug himself to keep from trembling? IDK, my BFF Rose??

If shooting can be an Olympic sport, let’s take your Nerf Gun, Andy, and put it to good use in what I would like to propose as the next Olympic Sport for London Olympics 2012; a game of skill, determination, precision, and self-discipline: Nerf Jenga. Sound Weird? Yes. Sound scary? Only for the faint of heart. Sound like a good idea? I think so.
Step 1: Put a Jenga puzzle tower on a table.
Step 2: Stand 6 feet away (Nerf Jenga Association regulations).
Step 3: Take your Nerf gun.
Step 4: Shoot out pieces one at a time, then proceed in normal Jenga manner of putting knocked out pieces on top, to build a high tower. Take turns.
Step 5: Whoever knocks it over first, loses.
I can testify that if you use the Nerf gun with the little round darts, it will not, I repeat, NOT knock over if you aim correctly. Trust me.
I’ll take your word for it.

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