Drunken Masochist

I promised myself that I would write a blog tonight, yet I'm not really feeling in the mood to write anything too long or in depth, so instead I'll relay a story of my crazy masochistic behavior when I'm drunk. Some of you who read this blog may already know that I tend to find ways to inflict massive amounts of pain upon myself when I drink for some reason, ranging from requesting a punch in the stomach to getting whipped with a belt. I know this sounds perverse, but for some reason these situations often arise. I wish I could explain why, but I honestly don't know the answer. Anyway, just understand that I'm somewhat of a masochist as you read this.

Tuesday night after Mike had completed his last exam of the semester he returned home with two new bottles of wine that he wanted to try. He demanded that I join him in his newly cultured endeavor. I concured most readily and consumed quite a bit. The for whatever reason Mike wanted to play a game of darts on our semi-newly aquired electronic board. I wasn't really feeling like it, so instead I offered that he throw a dart at my bare back to see what would happen. Now, keep in mind that we're talking plastic tipped darts, not the metal ones you see the pros throw (who's actually seen a pro throw actually?). So he unleashed a rifle-shot of a blow at my back and low and behold the dart penetrated my skin a solid half inch. Needless to say, I was surprised. The funniest thing was that I was so surprised that my only reaction was to bust out laughing uncontrollably. It was completely unexpected, and equally as hilarious. We took numerous pictures, which I hope to post once I make the effort to get the program to put pics in your blog. When that day comes, I hope you all enjoy the humor as I have. And to quell any fears that any of you may have, I have had two tetanus shots in the past year, so don't worry about anything shy of my mental health.

A few quick thoughts...

Ok, seriously, who watches Real World Road Rules Inferno? If you watch either of the original series that feeds the show you don't know what you're missing out on by not watching this show. Anyway, I'm going to assume that you all have at least a rudimentary idea of how the show works. For the specifics of Inferno, the short explanation goes like this. The two teams (this season the "Good Guys" vs. the "Bad Asses" as determined by previous behavior) compete in challenges for money and immunity. Basically there is one mission simply for prizes each week, then the second challenge allows the individual from each team with the best score to avoid being sent to the inferno, or they can take the place of the person who was sent. Whoever loses in the inferno goes home. This is where my whole point for this blog came up. To determine who gets sent to the inferno the opposing team votes who they want to face their competitor. Basically, they blindly pick someone from the other team based on who they think the other team will choose from their team. Sound confusing? It's not. The whole point is that they sit around at a big meeting and announce who they want from the other team and everyone gasps and the like.

Now, my roommates and I, while watching literally every episode, always say aloud, "wow, I wonder if they make them write down who they're going to choose before the whole ritual because it seems like the second team to announce would just change who they pick based on who gets sent from their team. For example, the Bad Asses choose the Good Guys' best player, the Good Guys use this info to choose the Bad Asses' worst player so as to have an advantage. We wonder this every time! Finally, like 10 episodes in, somebody from the Good Guys realizes they could do this, simply choosing right then and there. Eureka! Of course, the Bad Asses somehow find out the Good Guys did this and have a fucking hissy fit. They think it's blatant cheating and that even though there is no rule saying you can't - it's bullshit. And they're team name is the Bad Asses! What pussies. Really, moreso than pussies, what idiots. It took them like 3 seasons of this format to figure this all out? I guess the whole point of the blog is that there is indeed a reason these people spend all their time competing in reality game shows...what else could they possibly do for a living? Three seasons!

Get Ferg Back to UM

Sean Ferguson made his triumphant return to Ann Arbor this past weekend, and as it turns out, there may still be more Ferg to come.

Ferg was in town for Dave Haglund’s wedding to his long time girl friend and an excellent cook, Lisa, a girl nice enough to bake cookies for Mike’s house if you asked her to do so while drunk. Mike and I, both of whom have also known Dave all four years here at Michigan, were oddly not invited to the wedding. I’m not complaining, but Mike being absent was especially strange because he lived with him last year, and I think every other roommate got invited. I can only imagine that Mike’s uncanny similarity to American Pie character Stifler in regards to his caveman approach to life may have caused a scare in the couple’s decision to nix him. Alas, they didn’t watch American Wedding to the end, as Stifler turned out to be the hero, and he got to bang a really fucking hot girl. Sorry Mike.

Anyway, so Ferg was not only invited to this wedding, but he got to bring “and date.” The date was this girl he went to high school with named Amanda that he hadn’t seen in a really long time, and she was pretty cool. Somehow she was totally comfortable around Mike, Sean, and I while we were doing our guy things (for example, Mike’s retribution for a comment I made was pulling down his pants and trying to sit his bare ass on my face) and saying completely obscene things. Friday night was fun as we headed out to Dom’s and got pretty plastered before ending the night a little prematurely at BDub’s, but hey, we were out for 5 hours either way you look at it.

The whole point of this tale is that having Ferg come back always make me think of the way things could be, how having the holy trinity back together is just so amusing and natural. Apparently Mike and I weren’t the only ones to think this as Ferg promptly called Mike up upon returning home to tell him that coming this past weekend was a life changing experience. He realized how much he missed it back here and how much he really wanted, no needed, to come back. Despite massive debt and the other pressures of returning, Ferg is looking to do anything it takes to make a serious comeback to Ann Arbor, like I mean Michigan over Minnesota in 2003 style comeback. There are many obstacles ahead, however, and that’s where all of you can come in.

I’m attempting to create a new charity, the Get Ferg Back to UM foundation. Any contributions, whether monetary or conceptual, are welcome. Don’t you want Ferg back in Ann Arbor as badly as we do? Of course you do. Firstly, money is needed to pay off his old military debt and pay the criminal out of state fees Ferg will owe to return. Conceptual contributions can come in the form of ideas relating to investment, government programs, or living arrangements. We need your help. Don’t let Ferg become one of those kids from the commercials with the flies buzzing around their faces (yes, I stole that from Garden State), adopt him and bring him back to Michigan. Thank you for your continued support.

Supersize...Me?

As some of you loyal readers may or may not know, I recently watched the enlightening documentary Supersize Me, and found it to be, well, almost unbelievable. After some indirect and very unintentional personal testing, I can now say with conviction that the film is in no way lacking credibility to this author.

If you are completely unfamiliar with the film, basically the film's creator and host, Morgan Spurlock, attempts to prove the unhealthy effects of America's excessively fast-food based diets. He does so by eating McDonalds 3 times a day, 30 straight days, while required to eat everything on the menu at least once, and to supersize his meal if ever asked by any employee. The results were amazing. In a seemingly short time Morgan gained 24.5 lbs, added 65 points to his cholesterol, increased his body fat by 7 percentage points, doubled his risk for heart failure, had his liver react as if he were an alcoholic, and he even admitted to losing his libido during the home stretch. He had basically completely turned his health situation around in a month.

The biggest problem I had with this film...it's desired effect was lost on me. I knew the concepts preached in it (it was more than just McD's, it touched on all aspects of America's lack of physical fitness and nutritional awareness) were unquestionably useful, yet what was my first reaction to a scene in which he pukes after trying to eat a supersized double quarter pounder with cheese meal in about 25 minutes? I craved the number 4, McDonald's code for the aforementioned DQPC meal. I knew it was wrong, and I knew it would taste nasty, but like the girl you pine over that treats you like a total bitch, I just had to have it, no matter what the cost. Within the next week I ate the DQPC at least 3 times, maybe more. Along with numerous visits to Taco Bell and my personal favorite for taste alone, Burger King, I was beginning to feel a noticable difference in my midsection. Somehow this educational film had sucker punched where it hurts the most, knocking the wind out of what was once a six pack (speaking of six packs, I can't imagine those help the old gut much either).

Well, here are the cold hard facts for my own personal clinical trial. About 2 months ago I was amazed to see that my weight had dropped to a level it had not been since about sophomore year - I weighed a paltry 172. I wasn't exactly sure what caused this weight loss, but my best guess was that the constant walking and standing I do at work have a little to contribute, that or I'm just poor enough now to not eat everything I want all the time. I weighed myself this very morning, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and gym shorts, and the scale laughed back at me when it announced I had gained 19 pounds in the past 2 months; I was 191 pounds. This isn't even the most amazing part. I weighed myself a week ago, and I was 182. Where did these 9 pounds come from in a week? I really cannot say, the dollar menu at McD's may have done me in yet again I suppose.

After this discovery I have decided to return to the physically demanding routine I once practiced when enrolled in school - basketball, lifting, or Dance Dance Revolution every day no matter what. Also, I plan to cut my eating down to 2 reasonable meals a day, no more eating till I feel sick, or midnight trips down Maple to the fast food alley so conveniently placed less than a mile away. I have to be disciplined. Nothing looks more retarded than an otherwise skinny guy with a gut big enough to carry twins.

READERS NOTICE: I plan to bring you all updates on my drunken adventures the past month or two that I have left out due to scheduling problems. Stories could include Mike's Resting Spot, a Night of V-Train's Bday, and Ferg Comes back to Town. Also, in addition to Ferg's return, let me inform you that information will soon be released regarding the newly founded Bring Ferg back to U of M fund. Hope all of you watch what you eat!

Only 23, and already feeling old

It really is strange. Who would have ever thought that turning 23, hopefully only about a quarter of one's lifetime, could make someone feel so old? That's the reality that I faced today, but let me explain myself a little before anyone thinks I'm overeacting.

Really, I personally don't feel that old, but I tend to perceive that others soon will. The problem comes with the fact that I still live in a college town, a town where "what year are you, what do you study, oh, so where do you work" are some of the first things out of the mouths of anyone you meet. I was watching this documentary the other day about rich kids who inherit all their wealth, kids who never put in an honest day of work short of meeting the minimal expectations their parents may have laid on them at some point. One of the early 20-somethings profiled was of some form of European decent, as he claimed that one way that America is so very different socially than Europe was in that such questions of status and occupation are ice breakers, whereas they should be reserved for the process of getting to know someone. Why was he so nervous to be asked such a question? The answer, an easy one, is that he was afraid to reply, "Nothing, I do nothing."

While I really don't have much, and I certainly do not do "nothing," I understand how he feels. For the first time in my life, I felt ashamed to be older. Ashamed that the next time I'm at the bar and am asked if I'm a grad student or something at 23, I'll have to reply with a big fat negative.

Deep inside me, however, there lies a part of myself who keeps this concern to a minimum. This part cries out, "Relax, fuck them, you're 23!!! You're life hasn't even started yet. You always have time to do what you want." I'm not so worried of convincing myself of this as I am of believing that everyone else will agree. If you are a disbeliever, then I ask you to put your reservations behind you, and have a little faith. I promise you, it is only a matter of time. On a lighter note, happy birthday to me!

To not see it is a sin

I tend to like to write movie reviews on my blog, so I’m a little surprised at myself that I didn’t already give a review of the recently released Sin City. I was thinking about it yesterday, and anything I could do to encourage more people to go see this visual masterpiece would be worth the time spent writing. Keep in mind that I am in no way attempting to claim myself as a film critic, nor will I try and write as if I thought that I were one. Also note that while there are no “spoilers” in my discussion, some basic plot lines are outlined, but not beyond what any other reviews have included in their summaries.

The first thing that came to my mind when contemplating how to explain this film to someone who might want to see it is to say that if you liked Kill Bill Vol. 1 or 2, and especially if you liked both, you should really enjoy this movie as well. Don’t be fooled by the guest direction credit given to Tarantino (he was the director for one rather brief scene), as he was in no way was the creative design behind the film, but you can definitely see a similarity to his work, even if completely unintentional. To put it quite simply, the many enjoyable quirks of the film as well as the underlying themes can all be compared to those in Kill Bill quite easily.

Sin City is comprised of three distinct plot lines, yet the same characters find crossover, if even very briefly, from one story to the next, but never with a significant effect on the plot. The name of the game in Sin City is violence, and the cause, just as it was to the Bride, is revenge. Battles and gunfights are borderline cartoonish, along the same lines as a crime boss’s neck spurting blood rhythmically following a samurai sword’s swift release, courtesy of Lucy Lui. Although both are visually stunning, my reliance on Kill Bill to describe Sin City ends here when I say that the black and white comic book cinematography is completely unique and of its own flavor. Almost the entire film was shot against blue screen, which gives the character’s an eerie illusion of standing in a drawn world, even if the scenery behind them is photographic in reality. It is truly exclusive to this film.

I guess I haven’t mentioned yet that the film is based on a series of graphic novels by Frank Miller, hence the desire to approach the film in the style described above. The first story also happened to be my favorite, as Mickey Rourke’s return to the big screen is the runaway performance of the film. His flawed, but honorable, character is out to avenge the death of a hooker he knew but one night, a hooker whose dead body happened to be lying next to him the next morning. The twisted tale that remains is nothing short of disturbing, but ultimately quite fulfilling in the end.

The second story is arguably the least entertaining, despite the presence of Clive Owen, a British actor who is quickly becoming one of my personal favorites. Basically, a group of hookers with Clive’s help must stop evidence of a cop’s murder from escaping in order to maintain the sanctity of the world’s oldest profession in Basin (Sin) City. This story includes the guest direction of Tarantino, but ultimately this story was nothing more than a stepping stone between the two premiere stories the movie has to offer.

In the final offering, Bruce Willis is a cop who served time to protect a young girl from a Michael Jacksonesque (in surprisingly more ways than one) son of a senator, as the blame for the crime was shifted to his character for political reasons. Once his term is finally served he proceeds to seek out the same young girl he once saved, only now she’s grown into the unbelievably (and I really mean that, it seems impossible for her to ever look bad) beautiful Jessica Alba. To not give anything away from the story, I’ll simply note that this portion of the film includes what may be the most gruesome and graphic barehanded act ever allowed in an R rated film. Although the first story may be the best, the ending to the third installment may fit in better as a climatic scene, making it an appropriate way to end the movie.

On a side note, I first got interested in this film by watching Late Night with Conan O’Brien (side note within a side note: I hope to bring an article to you all soon that states why Conan is the best late night host I have ever seen). Within the two weeks of the release of this film the following actors from the film were featured on his show, and I may even be missing some – Benicio Del Toro, Jaimie King, Jessica Alba, Bruce Willis, Clive Owen, and Rosario Dawson. The amazing thing about all this is that the previews and late night shows don’t even begin to tell you how many stars make cameos in the film. Look for small roles from Josh Hartnett, Michael Madsen, Nick Stahl (John Connor in Terminator 3), and most surprisingly Elijah Wood, as a high flying kung fu fighting cannibalistic serial killer. Well, I hope my insight on the movie will encourage any of you who have planned to see it to get out there and give it a try. That’s all I have for now.

Survey

So, I was checking my old roommate Adam Cole’s livejournal the other day, and I read an entry that screamed of cowardly behavior. Adam had posted his responses to a 5 year high school reunion survey on his journal space, and everywhere he possibly could he avoided the tough questions. Here’s the honest and forthright Scott Seaman edition to the same quiz. Don’t expect anything spectacular or funny, just the truth.

1. What School did u attend? Evergreen High School (Metamora, OH)
2. What year was it? 2000
3. What were your favorite band(s) or artist(s)? I didn’t really listen to much music back then, nor do I now…
4. What was your favorite outfit? Jeans and cargo pants alternated as my pants from day to day, and I almost always wore a Michigan or Nike T-shirt.
5. What was up with your hair? Nothing special - rather short, no spiking, laid flat, regret: long sideburns
6. Who was your best friend(s)? Steven E Caldwell, Scott Cook, Andy Hoge, Josh Keeler, hell, pretty much anyone who played basketball with me or sat with me at lunch
7. What did you do after school? Played basketball, went to whatever sports practice I had, watched TV, or played Mario Kart against my Dad
8. Where did you work? During the year nowhere – I was lazy and always saved my money to not have to work during the school year, but I worked at Lyons LP Gas, my dad’s company, during the summer
9. Did you take the bus? No
10. Who did you have a crush on? Michele Huffman – she lived down the street from me and we used to ride the bus together back in junior high. I had a huge crush on her almost all through high school and never said anything, and two of my friends dated her during that time.
11. Did you have a girlfriend/boyfriend and who? See above question. It wasn’t really shyness, it was lack of confidence with the girls. No shortage of female friends though, as is too often the case.
12. Did you fight with your parents? Not more than the average kid
13. Did you ever get detention? Yeah, like 3 times. Once for talking back to a teacher, once for getting out of my seat to get out my wallet (to my protest), and once for putting something offensive on someone else’s locker.
14. Favorite Subject? Seriously, gym class. I loved gym. I’m pretty competitive, and I loved learning new sports. If you want a more studious answer, math.
15. Number 15 was mysteriously missing from Adam’s list.
16. Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on? Wow, lots. Actually, that was way back when Britney Spears still looked cute and wasn’t all white trashy. I’d have to say that another great answer would be Denise Richards, with that scene from Wild Things all the buzz at that age.
17. Did you smoke cigarettes? I think just one or two times. I smoked 2 joints as well. That was it for any kinds of smoking anything.
18. Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day? Never
19. Best event ever? Beating Patrick Henry in basketball. They were ranked 1^st in the state and had just beat another 1^st place team from a higher division even and we beat them easily. That gym was filled to the brim, with people standing anywhere they could. Loudest gym I’ve ever been in.
20. Did you have a 'clique'? Not really, being a small school few existed. I could only categorize myself as having hung around a lot of guys that played basketball with me.
21. Where was your Senior Prom at? I think the town was called Waterville, I really can’t remember, I just remember it was the farthest away prom we’d ever had and it was hard to find.
22. Did you have a "Max" like Zach, Kelly and Slater? We lived in a field…what do you think?
23. Admit it, were you popular? Define popular…ok, no. Not in that way. Did I fuck the cheerleading squad? No. At our school, that would have made you unpopular in mnay cases, some very ugly cheerleaders…but honestly, I was good friend with several popular people, but to say I was one of them would be a lie.
24. Who did you want to be just like? Who wouldn’t want to be like Mike?
25. What did you want to be when you grew up? A movie star, like maybe a teeny bopper star.
26. Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now? I swear to God I never thought that far ahead back then. No idea. I didn’t think I would be in Ohio though, and in that way I was right.
27. What was the color of your yearbook? Dark green and blue
28. What was the colors of your school? Gold and Green
29. What was your school mascot? The Vikings

Is it weird to name your child after a friend?

Have you ever considered what names you'd want your children to have? Some may find it weird for me, a 20 something male, to have considered this, but when your last name is Seaman, sometimes you have to think ahead of time when prognosticating the ridicule your children will endure.

One aspect of the naming process that has crossed my mind before is a question of awkwardness. Let's say I really love the name Katie (and I really do for whatever reason, I just seem to know many cute katies), and I henceforth give that name to my first daughter. Then let's say I'm still good friends with someone I grew up with named Katie, wouldn't that be a little uncomfortable? What if you really did name your kid after them subconsciously? Even if you didn't, could they infer that this was the case? Would they ask you? What if you named the kid after your first love and your wife figured it out years later? Well, I can only assume that some people couldn't handle this situation either, so instead of naming their children after their real life friends, you know, the bridesmaid, best man, co-worker, neighbor, whatever, they took the easy way out, and named their children after the most famous Friends of all.

What am I talking about? Well, I first researched this phenomenon a few weeks ago when I discovered a website that graphically charts the popularity of names through the past century. I can't quite remember the original motivation for the Friends study (if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm referring to the popular comedy that ended last year), but I do know that there are certainly many names out there that were given a year or so too early. I'll explain that later.

The Friends study is slightly flawed however, as a large part of the cast does not apply scientifically. For instance, the names Rachel and Joseph/Joey have been so popular for so long (neither reaches beyond a rank of 33rd in the past 4 decades) that it seems impossible to find any correlation between show success and name regularity. The names Monica and Ross hit their peaks in the 70's and 80's respectively, leading to a possible conclusion that their relative dorkiness on the show has negatively affected the proportion of these names given. What seems more likely, however, is the idea that just like Gertrude peaked in the 1900's and was eliminated from the list past 1960, the cyclic nature of these names simply means they are on the decline.

This leaves two names from the main cast on which to test my hypothesis. It makes more sense that these names have been affected so greatly, mainly because they were almost absent from the naming scene prior to the show's success, unlike the other candidates. The stats do the talking for themselves:

Pheobe
1980's Rank: Not Ranked (out of top 1000)
1990's Rank: 709
2003's Rank: 437

That's like a jump of 300 for two straight decades!

Chandler
1980's Rank: 694
1990's Rank: 252
2003's Rank: 263

Although he held constant after the 90's, Chandler boosted the name game 442 spots in one decade! You haven't seen anything yet though. Think 30 something actors have an effect? See what happens when 30 something actors have a baby on their sitcom and even devote the plot line of an episode to naming it!

Emma
1980's Rank: 270
1990's Rank: 71
2003's Rank: 2!!!!!!!

The show left Americans desperately short-handed on creativity no option but to actually move the name of a fictional character up to the number 2 spot of all female names given in 2003. That is pathetic! The name may have been gaining steam prior to that episode, but there is no way you'll convince me that they named the baby as such as a result of the name's growing popularity. Now there will be a whole litter, and I use the word litter appropriately, of girls running around 20 years from now never knowing they're named for a baby that ruined the Rachel character (WORST MOM PLOTS EVER) on a popular sitcom (unless reruns hold supreme?).

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with giving a name that you like or passing along a name popular in the family or anything like that. It just looks silly when it's so obvious where you got the idea from, especially when the name turns sour later. Example?

Kobe
1980's Rank: Not Ranked
1990's Rank: 876
2003's Rank: 268

I'm sure most of these names were handed out pre-rape, pre-GM break-up-a-dynasty Kobe. These kids may have to endure jokes about how much the ring they bought their girl friend cost them for generations to come. Who knows what aspects of Kobe's celebrity will survive the test of time. One thing for sure will be the name.

The Story of One Stranger in Ann Arbor

So, I haven't posted in quite some time, and I actually have a lot of ideas that I want to write about, but I'm going to skip those ideas for now and write about the encounter that I had last night at Rick's. It's not really anything too exciting, but it was funny nonetheless. I was out with some co-workers last night, and as if the events that transpired with them alone wasn't enough to write about (I'll choose not to as I hardly remember some aspects of the night), the fact that MJ from the recently completed Philadelphia Real World was chilling at Rick's last night really gives me something to talk about.

I was pretty wasted when I realized that it was him, and in typical Scott Seaman fashion I went right up to him and started a conversation. Apparently his cousin is a student here (and also a member of the wrestling team), so he was out with him and some fellow wrestlers. The weirdest thing about him was actually the fact that he was extremely nice and answered all my questions fully and enthusiasticly. Here are some of the things I learned from him, as my questions were mainly focused on either what it would be like for me to be on the show cause I always wanted to try out, or what went on that we didn't know much about from editing and such.

About Fighting
Apparently, this was the most negative aspect of the show. He said both during the filming and now during the touring (he was in Ann Arbor on an SKA travel tour, the show's sponsor) he has almost never gone out without being approached to fight. I personally couldn't handle that constant fear of being challenged just due to jealousy. Also, the people that try to fight him are retarded, because he's about 6'3 and built like a linebacker (he actually was a wide receiver for Vanderbilt a few seasons back, and not too terrible either). He did however say that Ann Arbor had been very kind to him thus far and he hasn't had any trouble.

About Real World Road Rules Inferno
"I was invited, but who the hell wants to see a division 1 football player compete against a bunch of regular people, I didn't think it would be fair."

About Sarah, the Show Slut
"Dude, I wouldn't touch her with your dick! She was the dirtiest slut I've ever met."

About Landon
I was afraid to ask any questions about this topic, as they may actually be great buddies, but his cousin made a comment about Landon being a fag, so I went ahead and asked Mj about him. "That was one of the only things about the editing I didn't really like. The show made us out to be great buddies, but we really just went out together and hung out because nobody else was there. Really, I thought Landon was a huge fag. Like that episode where he tells me that David told him more about me than I had said the entire time there, well, no shit, because we weren't really friends anyway, he was just such a fag." Also, a side note about the aforementioned avid, he's referring to David Harrison, backup center for the Pacers, who he told me he's friends with because they went to rival high schools and met at an early age.

About If He Would Do it All Over Again
A cute girl walks up and asks for a picture with him as I finish the question, he motions towards her and says, "Look at that, wouldn't you?"

About the Future
Apparently the Real World has earned MJ a real career beyond guest VJing and other such worthless MTV gigs. He is currently working out the details of a new show that will air on the recently initiated ESPN U network, where he will be a host on an insider college athletics show. He didn't go into much detail, but the jist of it sounded like the show would visit different schools and check out the campus scene and such in addition to the games. For example, he said during football season they will be taping segments such as what tailgaiting is like at different schools.

So, you may be thinking that by now I had his cock hitting the back of my throat. Not quite, but like I said before, he really was a nice guy. It was hard not to like him, as he had tons of people swarming him and he still took the time to answer everybody's questions. He just seemed like a down to earth kinda dude. And it was cool to hear that he thought Landon was a fag. That was more than enough for me.