It’s been too long since I've written for Bobcat Territory. This must end.
I haven’t taken a leave of absence for any particular reason, nor have I returned from my unprecedented-in-length hiatus with an epic tale. I have no sweeping saga with which to regale you (we’ll leave that for Bullets’ next Blogcat). Instead, I want to relate Read more [...] 
To those of you whose movement is more informed and deliberate, I issue you this challenge: Go to a supermarket on a busy Saturday, and try to walk around for half an hour without getting run into. I dare you. I double dare you. Because it’s impossible. 
Beirut, or what some people call beer pong, is a truly fantastic game. For those of you who, impossibly, are unfamiliar with the game, it’s fairly simple: google it. I’m not here to fill you in on the basic rules! In fact, considering you made it through college without picking it up means your aversion to the game is too strong for me to overcome. 
There once was a cactus named Spike.
Spike was born in a magical kingdom known as upstate New York, to a mother and father cactus that both loved him very much.
At age 5, Spike was sent to Kindergarten. While he missed his parents, he was ready for the real world. Spike met lots of new friends, and spent his days coloring and learning his 
The internet is a beast. It’s rapidly changed the way we live our lives, particularly in that it has entirely streamlined communication. No longer must you wait to get your news fix until the next day’s paper comes out. No longer do military servicemen need to wait weeks to receive letters from their loved ones back home. No longer must you 
Hair. Science-forsaken hair. It's everywhere in my bathroom. It’s sprinkled all over the edges of my porcelain tub, as well as the rim of my toilet, right over the Gerber stamp where the backboard meets the hoop. Shaving clippings cover both the top of my sink and the floor below, all while let’s-just-be-safe-and-call-it-leg hair is caked 
I guess what it comes down to is what kind of person you are. Do you play down to your competition, or do you do your best every time? Do you do only what is asked of you, or do you perform as well as you can no matter what your expectations are? Here's a question: what do you get paid for?Do you get paid to do the best job you possibly can? Or is it something else? 
So many ideas throughout history, ideas which were universally accepted in the past, are now so comically and obviously incorrect that it seems impossible that we believed them in the first place. This phenomenon is so prevalent throughout the annals of the past, as well as the present, that it also seems impossible to have faith in anything that we currently believe. 
I graduated from Lafayette College in the spring of 2010, and spent the early part of the summer on the couch of my childhood home, applying for a few jobs and watching a lot of the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. As I write this Blogcat over 2 years later, a few aspects of that footie tournament stand out in my memory. 
At this point in my life, politics is just not something that I’m particularly interested in. Things may change as I age, but at this point I just don’t care. I live in D.C., arguably the political capitol of the world, and could not give less of a shit. I am not up to date on anything that is going on. What ever happened to that guy with the -
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