Kyle's Restroom Drama

Ok. I have some restroom drama for y'all.

The other day I had planned on writing about an incident at work involving a unisex bathroom, but I developed a fish-related gastrointestinal problem which prevented me from blogging. That's part one of the Restroom Drama.

Part two: that unisex incident I mentioned. The biopsych secured floor has a unisex bathroom that can get pretty dirty at times, being crowded and lacking a urinal and all. So, my friend Nicola tapes a sign above the toilet reading "Next time, try aiming". Not knowing who the sign poster was at the time, Steve and I thought it would be funny to anonymously tape little bullseye targets all over the bathroom--which I did. Apparently, the janitor came in later and thought that people were urinating all over the toilet and walls (I'm still not sure if someone had actually done that; probably not), so he emails the head of maintenance and says as much. The maintenance head sends out an email to the department scolding our bathroom manners. The chair of the department then decides to make the bathroom women-only. Another faculty emails saying that this is unfair. The chair emails again restating her point and adding that she'll place a sign on the door and expects people to obey. A little later we get another email from the chair, who is now upset with us because someone has ripped down the women-only sign. So she decides to put a lock on the bathroom to end the drama. Meanwhile, my advisor confronts me about the incident thinking I had something to do with it (which I did of course). I tell him as much as I know and he decides to straighten things out with the building maintenance man. I don't think much came of it, but my advisor later told me that the biopsychology faculty all think that there is a crazy biopsych student who has been pissing all over the bathroom walls for awhile (which is not true), and that the entire Psychology department is hearing similar exhaggerations of the events as well. So, I think by now most people know that I was the catalyst to the unisex bathroom drama and I suspect that a few people assume I'm responsible for the wall pissing, which probably never happened in the first place.

Kyle (aka G.I. Joe)

Kyle's Photo Log

Visit my new photo log, co-hosted by Dee.

Blogs are fine and all, but can you really understand what I'm all about through these scattered musings and occasional news quirks? I mean, can you really picture my life?? Well, now you can with a simple click of the mouse!!!

Monster Kyle

I caught the U.S. Monster Jam fever the other day. Myself, Dee, Steve, Beca and Nicola went to see Monster trucks race and romp and roll around in the Silverdome....awsome stuff. Grave Digger stole the show. My favorite truck--The New Evolution--performed to the max. Blue Thunder, baby. Samson went and crushed a camper. Free booze and food. Maximum extreme monster!!!!

Rating people's age is fun.

Kyle Spies a Creationist Museum

Check it out.

Be sure to visit the Stargazer Room, where you will "Peer back into the deepest recesses of the heavens, and discover that the latest images of the stars confirm an all powerful Creator, not a random bang!"

Also, you won't want to miss an esteemed lecture by mister science himself: Dr. T. Diggers.

Wow!

Kyle on Xmas break

X is for Christ baby.

Part 1: Louisville. Dee and I went down to Louisville to spend Christmas with her family. I got some goody presents, some goody relaxing and some goody reading done. It snowed 9 inches and the whole city shut down for a week because they're really prepared for snowfall. Err, not really. Prepared I mean. Meanwhile in Ann Arbor, Jen lost her wallet which contained our house key so the cat's were left without a caretaker. We sent our second (and last) key to her overnight via UPS , only to find out the next day that UPS was grounded in Louisville due to the 9 inches of snow that day and didn't work the following two days. We were overjoyed, especially considering that UPS took our overnight order well after the 9 inches had fallen! Lesson learned: make more house keys and don't trust the stupid lady at the UPS desk.

Part 2: Return. Cats were fine. Key arrived at Jen's right before we arrived ourselves. We felt bad for putting Jen through the turmoil. Two days of relaxing.

Part 3: Chicago. Dee and I drove to Chicago for a NYE event with my buddies Tom, Lasse, Alexis, Joe, Brad and Maggie. The hotel---Hyatt Regency--was PACKED with Greeked out young people, kind of like a NYE spring break. Consequently, the hotel had everyone wear arm bands that had checked out a room so no outsiders could come in and debauchery could be kept to a minimum. This turn of events spelled trouble for us, since we had planned on sleeping 7 to a room that night. We suited up for the evening (I was a hollywood producer named Matty Silverspoon) and got some yummy-ass Chicago pizza nearby. There we drank. Quite a bit. We disturbed the other guests a bit with our talk of smashing pint glasses on our foreheads (Joe), talk of repeatedly giving Lasse the Clap (me), attempts to fit one's lips around a pint glass rim (Joe), hollars regarding a two-picture deal with Jeff Goldblum and a crime-solving elephant (me), and generally being noisy and rude (all of us except Maggie and Dee). We later rang in the new year at a hipster house party uptown and drank some free beer. Our lack of hotel arm bands didn't prove much of a problem. New Years day was spent watching the Rose Bowl with Steve and Becca, then being belligerant in the hotel bar. We purchased 48oz margeritas, hollared at people passing by, wrestled a bit, leg wrestled a bit, Alexis stomped my glasses, etc.

I'm back in Ann Arbor now, and have just awoken from a lovely 14 hour sleep. Things I've learned this trip:
1. Don't let Alexis near my glasses
2. The undergraduates at UM that harass me over email about getting "just 1 more point" because they're on some sort of cusp for their final grade are quite irritating.
3. Especially the ones that email me at 9pm on Christmas eve and want to sift through all of their assignments in the hopes of finding a grading mistake
4. I like Chicago
5. I make a good Hollywood producer