tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16137500300463060792024-03-13T10:42:57.827-04:00DUKE - 82 | UNC - 50The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-80123485522631802962010-05-23T22:12:00.003-04:002010-05-23T22:43:15.969-04:00It's All That...And MoreAs I sat at home, in hot, sunny Alabama, and thought back to the memories of shivering in a tent in Kville, I realized I had not yet contributed a final blog post. I think I was reluctant to because I didn't really want to acknowledge it was over. Going back home has shown me how much tenting and The Fortress impacted my second semester and left me with incredible memories. I keep having Fortress memories pop up at the craziest times. <div>At a sleepover with high school friends we had 3 people ready to crash on the floor, and I watched in surprise as my friend brought out not one, not 2, but 3 air mattresses to sleep on. I had to remind myself that in the real world people don't always sleep 4 to a mattress. </div><div>Trying to explain things to friends has been pretty fun as well, but it's made me realize how difficult it is to put such a wonderful experience into words. Numerous times I've been asked, "So, what was this tenting thing" (oh, let me tell ya...) or "So you slept outside for HOW MANY weeks?" (six) "And this was for season tickets?" (nope, just one game) "So you don't get tickets if you don't tent for this long?" (no, we could have gotten tickets if we got in line a few days ahead of time. but we got front row this way) "There were a lot of pictures on facebook where you were blue" (not a question, but yes, why yes we were) "You were in a tent the whole time?" (actually, we had to be in a tarp the first week, and we really liked it, so we stayed in it) "And it snowed?" (yep, it was winter) "What about rain?" (our tarp was constructed really well. It held up in a tornado) "This sounds miserable. why?" Why? Why?? How do you even begin to explain. It's so much more than basketball tickets--although our seats were amazing no doubt. So much more than press coverage--but seriously, Yahoo, USA Today, Fox, ESPN, and the majority of the local papers ain't bad. It's more than stalking the players--even though we all got our fair share of that; more than toughing the elements--although no tent or tarp held up as well as the beloved Fortress. More than checking the blog the second you got back from class to see if anyone had updated recently, more than waking up at 2 am for a tent check, more than finding out that the only way all twelve of us could fit under one tarp was if everyone turned on their right shoulder. More than staying up late at night singing Disney songs at the top of our lungs or finding out little known facts about each other. More than saying you were black tenting and getting a look of instant appreciation or saying you were in the Fortress and hearing, "Oh, you're THAT tent?!" More than lining up in perfect alphabetical order for tent checks, or getting grace for ultimate frisbee or special talents, or finding out how many people COULD fit in Nick's car to go back to East at 3 am. The Fortress was the smiles, the laughter, the unity, the memories, and, well, the craziness. And so much more. </div><div>Laura Ezell</div><div>PS--If anyone has figured out how to say, "Well, my friends and I had the most extreme, intense, epic, awesome tent in all of Duke, and our basketball team was pretty much the greatest ever, National Champions in fact" modestly, would you please let me know?</div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-7018806933554179422010-03-28T18:14:00.003-04:002011-12-05T13:01:36.398-05:00The End of a Moment(18:45) - Jonathan<br />I love each of you, but I have no desire to recall the events of the past few months. To fill my mind with the ghosts of memory would occupy my soul for some length of time, and I have neither the energy nor the will to embark on any such undertaking. In short, I (taking the pretentiousness of this post to an entirely new level! [more on this in a minute]) shall quote the Dao De Jing:<br /><br />Attend the present to deal with the past;<br />Thus you grasp the continuity of the Way,<br />Which is its essence. <br /><br />So there. Ha.<br /><br />*NOTE: To all of my readers saying, "Really, Jonathan? What the heck is this gobbledygook?" (or, if you happen to be Maggie Howell, most likely something along the lines of, "You are the <span style="font-style: italic;">WORST</span>!!!"), I say, "I'm glad this sentence actually makes sense, because it's absurdly long and convoluted."<br /><br />"No, wait," you say, "that doesn't answer the question at all! Also, now you are making the blog look dumb ['the <span style="font-style: italic;">WORST!!!'</span>] with this absurd conversation that is just super weird by itself and also doesn't explain at all why <span style="font-style: italic;">the rest</span> of your post was so weird, either!"<br /><br />Well, all I can say is, "Yes."<br /><br />Yes, I make no sense, and yes, this post was weird, but if there's one thing that I hat it's trying to remember things and put them in words, so I was going to avoid that at all costs, sides-stepping all kinds of expectations and playing for all kinds of keeps [this sentence needs a footnote to Nick Bodnar, but since I don't want to figure out how to do that, I just made you reed this long bracketed clause instead --- gotcha!]. Why be super wacko in the first half of the post? Because I like writing that way: normal English is gross. Reading it is like trying to eat a big, grey bowl of cold, hard grits when you're not even hungry --- it's annoying and it does you no good, either. The moral of this story is, "eat warm grits," and yes, I really did just say that, and yes, this post really was this weird, and no, I do not have the slightest is clue why I am writing this, and yes, that is all I have to say about that.<br /><br />Oh, well.<br />Long live the Fortress.The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-80577284169164615882010-03-14T20:54:00.006-04:002011-03-28T17:09:30.786-04:00Last thoughts<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Claire McIlvenny)</span><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As I sit here writing this, I am sitting on the American Airlines aeroplane (US airplane) at Heathrow waiting to take off. I’ve had all week to write this but I kept putting it off, despite my mum constantly pestering me: “You really should post on the blog. Even Michael’s done it!”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So here we go.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tenting has been so amazing with everyone in the Fortress bonding and becoming great friends. I’ve loved every minute of it (even through the hard times when I would fail to get to sleep despite overdosing on Nyquil). Personal checks night/nights was/were so much fun. Despite the abundance of students who clearly didn’t know their alcohol limit, the Fortress once again dominated, as we mingled with other RUF and Cru students and line monitors alike.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then the best thing happened.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The jackets.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Not just the K-Ville hoodies which I don’t think any of us actually managed to get (I wrestled with a small Asian boy for one of the last ones but clearly my rugby skills didn’t come into play as I walked away empty-handed). But we don’t mind. Because ours are SO COOL. I love all the photos of us wearing them, and I would say we will now be known on campus as hardcore tenters. Oh yes. When we have our regular fortress reunions (WHICH WILL HAPPEN), we all have to wear them. No excuses.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And then… Saturday arrived. The day of the game. College Gameday was fun, if not tiring, but I continued to hoard free stuff as though my life depended on it. I have no need for a hole-ridden hat, shaped like an upside-down basketball net, but hey, I have one. After tiring ourselves out, the freshman fortress girls, Robert, and the wonderful Elyn went to Super Target and Party City to finalize costumes/paint for the big day. After specifically buying aviators for the purpose of taking pictures in our jackets,</span></p></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S52GvglLdpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pmnLGCF_HMc/s1600-h/23969_1317281609113_1142910452_31087055_2076923_n.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S52GvglLdpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pmnLGCF_HMc/s320/23969_1317281609113_1142910452_31087055_2076923_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448659274946016914" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we completed our mission and stopped at Whole Foods on the way home. An hour or so later we met in K-Ville. Then, the PAINTING COMMENCED. We painted ourselves all-blue. It was epic. Really epic. My Thesaurus says it was Herculean. People took photos; someone even interviewed Robert on behalf of the Fortress – result!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We got in the queue (US line) and helped two brave venturers crowd surf (it would be good practice for when Dick Vitale would choose the Fortress as the safest pair of hands to carry him into the Crazies).</span></span></p></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S52HAmmdzII/AAAAAAAAAH0/1JMF7Twuup4/s1600-h/25475_382765225364_658165364_5304946_4475001_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S52HAmmdzII/AAAAAAAAAH0/1JMF7Twuup4/s320/25475_382765225364_658165364_5304946_4475001_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448659568619801730" border="0" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then they began to let us in and we got great front row spots. It was slightly ruined by my CIA-like spying on Jay Bilas in front of me, texting a colleague a somewhat rude remark about the “blue bodies” behind him. But whatever. We’re the Fortress. So yeah. Deal with it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In the game, we DOMINATED. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I thought at first it was bittersweet because there was not as much suspense because it was fairly apparent we were going to win. But then I was really happy because Coach K gave the players on the bench (who don’t usually get to play) a chance to play in the UNC rivalry game. That was really nice, and you could see how much it meant to the players so I was pleased about that. Après le game, we burnt the benches before showering. As I scrubbed off the last vestiges of the paint off my skin, it dawned on me that my Cameron Craziness for this year had ended. It was a sad time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Interim – I’m still waiting for my plane to take off though I’ve been sitting here for a really long time. This is what you get in Heathrow. Sigh. International airports. I think we’re moving towards the runway. I hope. I want to see the Fortress again! The woman next to me is doing a crossword. She hasn’t done much. I bet I could finish it. She’s rubbish (US bad). Ok that was quite rude. I apologize. Anyway, WHY WON’T MY PLANE LEAVE!?!! Now we have stopped. I see a Qantas plane next to us. I don’t know why I’m documenting every detail of this. I’m bored. Oh yes. Oh yes. Moving again. On the runway. Aaaaaand……. Take off. That was a really rough takeoff actually. The plane made/is making strange noises. You wouldn’t get that with a British Airways pilot (sorry American Airlines…). I’m now shooting like a star across the Atlantic (well, significantly slower) back to Duke (I’m actually still over a farm in England or something but you get the idea.)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyway, back to the Fortress. Dismantling the Fortress was a painful experience, with the only hope being the new plant shoots that emerged from under our tarp. It was a sign that one day we will all meet again and paint ourselves. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Overall, tenting with you guys has been my best experience at Duke so far. I cannot express with mere words how fun it has been as the memories will live on. I will, however, list certain memories that I share with each of you:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hannah – for surprising us all with your Pokemon talents (that story was AMAZING), for being a smiley person, for being mocked alongside me by Michael and Tim in the Youtube video for being women, for your blossoming romance with Tim being cut short by my ominous Love Calculator and it’s prediction of 0% between you and Tim, and for our amazing Target trip and our aviator posing/the weird chair in Whole Foods which you fell/sank into. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Laura – again for ALWAYS smiling/laughing, enlisting the help of the lovely Blackwell girls and their baking efforts, for being a machine despite getting pinkeye (sad times </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">L</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ), for watching ‘The Bachelor’ in the tent with Tim and then discussing it, for defending the Fortress’ honour (US honor) against D’Onofrio and his troupe of randos and again for posing with me and Hannah outside target as though we ruled the world </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (We do.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Esther – FOR TAKING EVERYONE’S SHIFT! Esther you were a tenting beast, always offering to help others when they couldn’t be there! Also, for always doing maths (US math) problem sets and then incorporating it into the blog in an amusing way, in fact, generally your blog posts, and for being one of the greatest and most fearless first time skiers I have EVER seen at Winterplace, namely “bombing” a.k.a. going straight down a black diamond at Winterplace because you would rather “wipe out once at the end than fall lots of times going slowly down”. Amazing. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tim – For pants on the ground, for basically BEING General Larry Platt, for your amazing half split which I am jealous of, for living in K-Ville all the time for no reason, for having the most ridiculous blog posts/setting up the blog in the first place, for Shaphriqua (? I’m not sure of the spelling…), for letting Robert paint you like a cat, and for not believing in the existence of women meaning that in your version of the Fortress there are only 8 male members. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Robert – for staging all of the Fortress photographs, especially on Target day, so we looked amazing, for your obsession with all things Harry Potter, for you saying things like ‘Lumos!’ and genuinely hoping that the overhead light in the Fortress would turn on, for introducing the ever-amusing out-of-context quotes section to the blog, for Dillo Mondays, and for you joining me and Jonathan in our horror film (US movie) triumvirate. Also for telling us roommate stories. Hahaha. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lewis – for being a fellow European in Europe’s great secret plan to bring down the US from the inside, for acting like a real Russian on personal checks night!, for your furry Russian hat, for staying up late with me regularly for no reason except complaining about the problems in our lives, for celebrating International Women’s Day, for being my EOS 11 buddy and not really paying attention/finding us partners because I don’t like talking to people I don’t know, and for “pisat-nado”-ing ALL THE TIME!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jonathan – for being one of the most amusingly sketchy people I have ever met, for watching the Ring with me in the library and laughing, for the Blair Witch project incident and the ensuing hilarity regarding the infamous blog post and death threats to Robert Ryan, for going on the ski trip and some of us watching your spectacular skis-off fall but admiring you for taking on that black diamond, for amusing toasts on personal checks night, for generally being random...</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Michael – for your infamous wink and pinch combination that Justin Bieber stole from you, for finding the blog too weird to write on, for wearing sunglasses and most specifically aviators in the game, for being the brains behind the Fortress when you and Cameron raided Home Depot and getting help from random people to make the Fortress what it is today, for putting on a British accent and referring to me as ‘Cluuh’, for noticing that I have started saying ‘rUUUde’ all the time, for being one of the original “sneak-date”-ers and inspiring the likes of Gavin and Brandon to begin the same..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 20.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nick – for being our captain (!), for climbing buildings all the time, for being able to help anyone with anything at pretty much anytime, for joke fighting with me over electronic communication i.e. the blog about crème eggs, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (Interim – on the plane I just spilt my can of Pepsi all over myself – AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 22.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nick (cont.), for being invincible so that your would never spill Pepsi on yourself, for organizing the ski trip despite having a million things to do, for forming the BodSquad, and for sneaking the mini-Bods into the game, and for making your car laugh on the way back from West Virginia for telling us about the Eddie saga. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 22.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Brandon – for your obsession with lemurs and making me potentially want to visit the lemur centre (US center), for us both liking going to sleep early/with no noise but NEVER being in the tent at the same time!, for you implying that I should have gone to the Duke Chapel in my pyjamas (US pajamas) one Sunday after over-sleeping in K-Ville, for loving Wicked like me and singing along to songs like ‘Popular’ in Chris D’Angelo’s car and putting on two different girls voices for the two female leads.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 22.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">l</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cameron – for saying ‘Whammy!’ all the time, for knowing who John Terry is and discussing him with me, for our soon-to-be intense football (US soccer) rivalry in South Africa this summer (sorry, England will dominate), for having one of the funniest British accents I know as you speak in a slightly higher tone and use the word ‘bloody’ intermittently, for finding the phrase ‘throw a spanner in the works’ amusing, and for having a wig so cool that Dick Vitale would choose the Fortress for photo ops and crowd surfing!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 22.85pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">There are 100s more memories that come to mind as I write this but I can’t write them all. To use an American expression: Guys, it’s been a blast. May we dominate K-Ville next year as well.</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Long live the Fortress! GTHC! (not really… well, kind of…)</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Duke – 82 UNC - 50</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-42087050884952887522010-03-12T02:12:00.003-05:002010-03-12T02:24:18.532-05:00Friday 3/11<div>02:23</div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't blogged since...Friday. I just realized that I didn't say anything game-related. So I took Cameron's computer. I also intentionally did not follow the format of the titles. To keep the reader guessing. My identity is unknown until the very end. Maybe you can guess who I am based on my writing style. It should be very possible.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here I am. It's Thursday. I'm at Isle of Cru. It's been an amazing week so far. And I expect it to stay awesome. But enough about Isle of Cru. This is a tenting blog. So yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tenting is over. I don't even know what to say. Nothing that I can think of could be said more eloquently than those who have already posted. You Trinity students can definitely write better than me. Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been an amazing time. I initially joined the Fortress not because of my love for Duke basketball, but to get to know people better. I felt like I didn't have very many friends, and I wanted to get to know people better. That desire has been fulfilled. I have met/gotten to know better 11 amazing people. And I hope these friendships last a lifetime. I can't wait until next year when we do this all over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Fortress will <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGQ6VwUcxok">go on</a>. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9WKZpC9UbU">Until the day we die</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you all for making this an amazing month and a half. I love you guys.</div><div><br /></div><div>As Administrative Brigadier General and maintainer of the blog, I conclude my post.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace out. Fortress Forever.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Tim Lin</div><div><br /></div><div>"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQ92eyxnxmQ">It's not over</a>"</div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-45234202371657379142010-03-09T17:41:00.002-05:002010-03-09T20:43:48.180-05:00Dear Members of the Fortress,<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It is 70</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">°</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> and sunny out, and as I sit on my back porch from the comfort of my home, with two nights in my comfortable bed under my belt and a few home cooked meals, I feel in no position to blog about The Fortress.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It has been a couple of lazy days: sitting around the house with my family, embarrassing myself at a round of golf, and enjoying playing my guitar loud enough without worrying about disturbing the dorm mates, but yet again, it is sitting at home that makes me miss those cold nights trying to sleep way too close to the eleven of you. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And those were my favorite nights: what was known “Black Tenting.” I thought I knew ya’ll pretty well before tenting, but who was I kidding. Ya’ll are nuts (shout out to the squirrels) and will undoubtedly continue to surprise me over the next few years. I can definitely say that the decision to “Black Tent” was one of (if not the best) the finest decisions I have ever made. I keep using scare quotes here, because I am still uncertain while they called it black tenting. It was what, four extra nights? And the most fun nights at that? Maybe it was because we weren’t allowed to have a tent, but I would take The Fortress over The Bastion any day or night. Cameron, that Home Depot trip could not have gone better. Between the 10 friendly people that helped us out, and the 12 of us putting that thing together, The Fortress is pretty hard to beat. I still remember that second night, looking out at the other tarps falling apart, and realizing that tornado our not, our Fortress would still be there in the morning. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">With all of my faith in the Fortress, I am upset at myself forever doubting our group. When we started I felt for sure that someone was going to get sick, be overwhelmed with school or extracurricular activities and dropout from our tent. I had no idea who it would be, and in the back of my head I kept questioning myself for what I was getting into, but by the second week or so I realized that we were all in this for good. Like The Fortress, none of us was going to give up. I must say I’m a little surprised at myself for making it through. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I have so many small moments and memories that made the past month and a half worth it. These are the stories I’m going to remember that will bring a smile to my face, and make me want to tent again. It’s like this: as I said I embarrassed myself playing golf yesterday, but once, after I made a putt (probably the only hole that I putted less than 3 or 4 times), my dad told my quote that his mom always said when she played golf. “That will bring ‘em out tomorrow!” No matter the hundred bad shots, the next day I’ll always remember the 5 good ones. When I think about tenting, I’m not going to remember the bad days of being sick, or the cold or the rain, but I’m going to remember the fun we had playing bananagrams, staying up way too late talking, saying hi to the players as they walked by, or painting Coach K’s birthday sign. There are so many of these memories that I cannot possibly list them all. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I guess now I must respond to the complaint of why then, if I can’t tell all of these stories,</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">did I not blog from the beginning. I guess I have no real excuse; it probably is a pride thing. Having not blogged, I had to wait to the opportune moment or have the perfect story to tell. To be honest, that story never came. Even after the game (which was unbelievably amazing – we definitely had the best spot in Cameron) I couldn’t come up with any spectacular story to tell. It wasn’t until I got home and have been away from you and missing you guys that I felt as if I should finally blog. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You guys are awesome, and I loved tenting and the game because of you all. I couldn’t of asked for a better time, but now I think I’m going to. Who is in for doing this again and making The Fortress even better for next year?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">GTHC,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Michael</span></div><!--EndFragment-->Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647970123311800453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-81089994404176938302010-03-07T21:57:00.012-05:002011-12-05T13:23:51.206-05:00Post Game and Final Thoughts<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Esther Showalter)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Two of the most common exaggerations that people at Duke throw around carelessly every day can be unexaggeratedly applied to 5pm - 12pm of Saturday, March 6.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Epic - </span></span></span></span></b><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">heroic; majestic; impressively great; of unusually great size or extent; worthy of poetry.</span></span></span></span></b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Awesome - inspiring awe</span></span></span></span></b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></b><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Awe:</span></span></span></span></b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear, etc., produced by that which is grand, sublime, extremely powerful, or the like; power to inspire fear or reverence; fear or dread.</span></span></span></span></b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And all things considered, watching Duke beat/overcome/subdue/pound/whip/toast/cream/trash/permanently humiliate/punish/squish like a bug/maul/thoroughly cheese UNC in Cameron Stadium was utterly amazing, but tenting for more than a month beforehand gave it a flavor of excitement that no amount of well-played basketball could ever muster on its own. It's all about the hype, I think. And maybe the blue paint soaked into my skin had something to do with it. Blue paint which not only washed off beautifully but was, according to some Line Monitors who as we all know always speak truth, "more Duke Blue" than what the Lobby shop was selling. Major kudos to Captain Our Captain for trusting some Home Depot guy, who turned out to be right. </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Favorite comment of the night: “Girl, you are very blue!” </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Like Robert said, if you watch the game, you notice a blue blobby area in the bottom left of the fan crowd, which is The Fortress. The totally blue skin totally worked totally. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Apparently the line monitors got 1600 people into the stadium section. Epic, Zach White, just Epic. And The Fortress was standing right in front of a gap between the writer desks so it was like having a whole 4 square feet to ourselves – the Maryland game felt more crowded than this one. I’m going to aim for the front row every time now. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">During the half-time show I went out to get water and when I came back a security guard told me I couldn’t go in the way I came out, that I had to go around to the other side (the student entrance nearest the door to Cameron) so I went back around and found a bunch of other people who had been told they couldn’t get back in either. I thought, Great, now I get to sit the rest of the game out behind all the bleachers. How purposeful. So I thought that maybe, just maybe I could condense myself into the size of a micron and hold my breath and maybe, just maybe, be able to squeeze through the crowd back to where the Fortress was.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nope. Not a chance. Not a shadow of a chance. Not a ghost of a shadow of a wheeze of drop of a chance. I got 5 people in, knocked the same guy off his bench 3 times, then gave up and jumped out. Then I went around back to the stadium entrance that I had originally left by and the security guard wasn’t there anymore so I went right in and ran back the where the Fortress was when a break got called in the game. Well done, security guy. You securely guarded Cameron Stadium from all blue-painted basketball fans. Except you didn’t. And since you apparently also let in two more Bodnars than actually go to Duke, it’s a triple fail. But we forgive you. Because Duke cheesed UNC.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I read somewhere that even if Duke hadn’t scored a single point in the whole second half of the game, we still would have won. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Epic. Awesome.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Thanks to everyone in The Fortress who woke up one morning and thought, Yep, I think I’ll Tent this semester, and replied to Jonathon’s email. Thanks to Jonathon for sending out that email. Thanks, in no particular order, to Claire, Nick, Jonathon, Brandon, Cameron, Hannah, Laura, Lewis, Michael, Robert, and Tim for sticking out Black, Blue, and White Tenting and never complaining beyond what is necessary and expected when you live outside under a tarp for more than a month in Winter, and for always being excited about and juiced up about and looking forward to The Game To End All Games. Getting to know each of you was more fun than I ever expected to have while Tenting. These last two month have quite metaphorically blown all my preconceptions about Tenting out of the water. If this is how tenting with The Fortress goes the very first year ever, it absolutely needs to happen every year from now on. </span></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy Spring Break, everyone! </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here’re some more favorite memories:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Jon Scheyer’s look when Laura and Claire and Hannah and I ran up to him and asked him to take a picture with us. I don’t think he actually heard all of what Laura said, but he did hear “picture” and – as it came from a bunch of smiling girls – probably agreed on principle. Then Laura turned and shouted something like “Hey Fortress, come take a picture!” Imagine slo-mo now: Scheyer turns his head to see who Laura’s shouting at and sees eight guys + two Bods jump up and start running towards him. His congenial smile slides off in momentary confusion and - as fighting or flighting kicks in – mild terror flickers across his expression. Then he rallies magnificently as we prove to be only Fans and gives us a big Scheyer smile for the picture. That photo is going to get passed down to someone’s grandchildren. He still does look a little confused in the picture, though. I guess that's just how everyone feels after The Fortress happens to them.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jonathan standing on a trash can pounding a sign post two feet into the ground with a rock. Every other tent was soooooo jealous.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Midnight Stat 113 parties with Tim and Tanner and Josh and a few other people as we tried to figure out what in the world our professor was expecting of us. What does REGRESS in MATLAB actually do anyway? The only thing that would have made those parties better would be if Stat class had just gone away.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waking up for a Tent Check at 3am during Black Tenting and knowing that in JUST FOUR HOURS I could finally go take a warm shower!</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also during Black Tenting, hiding my head in my sleeping bag all night because otherwise I would be breathing down Robert’s ear.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bugging the line monitors to give us more tent checks. We were there all the time anyway, we might have well have checkmarks next to our names on some piece of paper somewhere to show for it.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Getting cookies from people I don’t know but now love.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Reading the blog and wishing I could spend all day in The Fortress because so many interesting things went on there when I wasn’t around.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sitting in the Bastion and listening to the Randos talk about The Fortress and sniggering – yes, sniggering – about them with Michael.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Choosing the one night it snowed to camp out in the walk-up line for the Maryland game.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Introducing myself to Tim twice.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thinking Cameron was a Rando snooping around the Bastion when he woke me up to replace me one morning. He really did look like he had hair.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nick always wearing shorts. This I still don’t understand.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Claire’s tyres. And strutting through the London airport (Heathrow?) like a celebrity.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Poking around Wilson Gym trying to find all potential electrical outlets.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lewis declaring war on the other tents. This was just an ongoing phenomenon, I think, not one specific time.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Laura, once upon a morning of black tenting: “It’s 7. I love you all, but leave.”</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Watching people’s faces when I told them we were Black Tenting and explained to them why it was so easy.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Trying to decide if people would understand if I said “Tarping” instead of “Tenting”.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finding out that people to whom no one in the Fortress is related read this blog.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hoping the person whose sleeping bag I’m stealing won’t also be spending the night in the Fortress and wanting it back.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hannah getting bronchitis the first week(ish) of Tenting </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and still sticking it out</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. You inspired us all, Hannah.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brandon’s steadfast devotion to all things Lemur despite all mocking that came his way – and then giving up the lemur suit for the sake of Fortress unity when the Game came.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Leaving for a weekend of skiing right in the middle of Tenting – did anyone ever make a cake for the line monitors after all? Are there pictures?</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Genuinely missing Black Tenting because it was more interesting with two people in the tent during the day – then sniggering some more internally whenever people complained about Blue Tenting.</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Watching everyone’s Facebook profile pictures gradually turn blue after the Game.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Still picking blue paint out of my knuckles. This will probably still be happening in a month. I look forward to comparing Knuckle Paint Quantity with all of you when we get back from break.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Less Favorite Moment: Deleting the "Tenting Schedule" bookmark from my browser window</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Props to Terry Pratchett for inventing the word “cheesing”. It’s like creaming, but it goes on for longer. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Robert Francis)</span></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another one bites the dust, the fat lady has sung, we’re cashin’ in our chips, our frogs in the frying pan, and its time to give it a rest. Tenting had to kick the bucket eventually, it said it’s prayers, and when push came to shove it ended well. But now it’s belly up, stick in a fork in it, it’s done.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now that I’ve listed just about every finality related cliché I could think of it’s time to pull the plug (couldn’t resist one more). We’ve gone out in a blaze of glory (maybe 2 more). The entire experience was amazing and definitely something that will help to define my Duke career. The Fortress was a phenomenon. Our infamy around K-Ville and reputation with the line monitors was a testament to the people in The Fortress and those who are our allies. It was a great group of friends and has brought me much closer to all of them. Unlike other tents we had a real team since about everything with everyone doing their part and then some. Everyone raised the standard and did more that they needed to. We never missed a check. We did everything we had to with the help of everyone.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Fortress had such a great since of pride and unity it was awesome. My parents said that as they watched the game our section stood out as the only solidly blue section. I think the way we were in the game well represents our tent. We were a solid, close group of people who worked together and had an awesome experience. </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Farewell for this year Fortress, I cannot wait for Fortress II. It was an epic game and an epic experience. All is well.</span></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Lewis Purcell)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Before I enter my final thoughts I just want to conclude with some stories.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Showering in belltower and destroying the showers and getting that paint off was awesome.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hanging out in blackwell commons, markering up Gavin's face, and being Russian by kissing all the girls and guys out of happiness rocked.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sam and Andrew Bodnar getting into the game was so epic. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Going to get the last bench that went into the bonfire was so great - Dean Sue told us we could (Case and I; founding members of Duke's Riot Team) so we went to get it well two gay frats wouldn't give us their benches (though one we did take their whole case of beer since they were being retards) so we took Keohane's but twas so far away and so we started carrying and we made it after several archway stuck spots but when we were in the last arch before the bonfire they were like NO - you can't. NO MORE. And then Dean Sue was like, "Case, NO" but he reminded her that we had said we could and they said take it back - well it was both stuck and it was over 600 yards downhill - we weren't about to - so we started to leave and they were like - who's gonna take it back - Fine - Burn it - so we did. Was epic. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ok - so my final thoughts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tenting has been one of the funnest experiences of my life. I love each and every fortress member and I'm so glad we went through this together. I can't wait till next year when we have two tarps and double own. I hope the line monitors evil plans of making us line monitors completely fall through. Black Tenting was so much fun - and we can always remember and tell our great grandchildren how we were the first to black tent. And Finally I would like to nominate some Fortress Hall of Famers; Nick Bodnar - First Fortess Tent Captain. Tim Lin - Administrative Brigadier General of Agricultural Studies - Blog Master *For making the blog - one of our coolest aspects and for always being in the tent. period. Jonathan Τhielmаn - Unsung Hero *For always picking up slack in the tent both literally and morale'ly and never getting credit for it* and finally for Esther Showalter - MVP of Fortress *for being the most resourceful man or woman of the tent and always volunteering for anyone who couldn't take a spot*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyone second my nominations? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's Been Epic. Love, Lewis Jake Purcell - Head Engineer of the Fortress. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Esther Showalter) - Post-game</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh this is beautiful. For the record, Dick Vitale is wearing Cameron's hair.</span></span></div><div><a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/photos?gameId=300650150&photoId=501087"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/photos?gameId=300650150&photoId=501087</span></span></a></div><div><br /></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-59224535820331561042010-03-06T08:49:00.010-05:002010-10-25T00:19:27.496-04:00Saturday 3/6 - GAMEDAY<div>(Robert Francis) - 23:50</div><div>Back to where I left off. So once I got back and got dressed I sauntered over to the bus stop where I met with the Fortress (btw I love how Fortress has come to refer to both the structure and the group of people. )</div><div><br /></div><div>ex 1) Though all of K-Ville was annihilated by grenades, The Fortress stood strong and wasn't so much as singed.</div><div><br /></div><div>ex 2) Fortress, rally to the Dillo for dinner!</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to business. So we rode on over and walked to K-Ville there we met up with other members who had brought along blue and white paint. I cut a few girls shirts and then the painting began. We headed out to the parking lot and were followed by a camera man and a couple news-y type people. As we got ready we explained who we were and what was about to happen. We began with Jonathan Cameron and Nick did a majority of the paint application while I sponged to get in evenly distributed. The system worked well. Jonathan was done in no time. The girls started going too, then Nick, me and Michael all got painted. After I got painted I was interviewed by the TV people who had been filming us the whole time. They asked some questions about game and what the K-Ville was about. I did my best to represent the Fortress. When he asked what our group was I said "Well, we're the Fortress and we're kind of a big deal." So there. After that I painted Tim like Avatar (The last air bender not the Na'vi). I did an arrow down his forehead and hands. He jumped and we took picks, it was cool. Once painting was finished and we were all a solid unit of blueness, we got some pizza which sadly I couldn't eat since My mouth and hands were already blue. We got in line and waited. We took photos with Zach White, the Crazy Towel Guy, and The Fortress. But we waited in line and got pumped for the game. There was literally someone checking you every three feet into the game. It was quite the impressive set up. I saw them calling down one guy claiming to be in the band. The game of course, was epic. What else could it be? We were winning by around 30 for the majority of the game. My voice was gone so I had to pretend to chant all the chants. Dick Vitale came over to the Fortress, stole Cameron's blue wig, and crowd surfed right over the Fortress. At this time I apparently received a personal close up on TV as I photographed this occurrence. I'm gonna stop now...</div><div><br /></div><div>(Lewis Purcell) - 15:45</div><div>College GameDay was pretty sweet. Nick's BodFam got so much air time - but I got some too. I'm pretty tired and wanna take a nap here soon. I hope Nick can get his brother and sister into the game; they didn't end up getting in the walk up line at all so... Cam and I just made some signs for the game - one for each of the seniors; "Zoubs we *heart* you!" "Scheyer 4 Ever" and "We *heart* LT"... My favorite part is how they were all UNC proof - the mixing of symbols and letters was sure to be impossible for them to read - and don't even get me started on the mixing of letters and numbers. I'm gonna take a nap now and go to west a bit early to get a basketball shaved onto my head for the game. Can't wait to dominate tonight.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Robert Francis) - 14:04</div><div>OK so we woke up to be in K-Ville at 9 (yuck!). I forgot my awesome black tenting jacket and looked like a fool. Almost as foolish as having pants on the ground! Anyway so there we were Duke-d out in blue and white waiting in line, outside of Cameron, at 9 am, for ESPN Gameday (wow, lots of prepositional phrases). We piled into the student section. Some of us were third row center, some first row off-center. What happened next was spontaneous cheering for nothing to the cameras for the next 4 hours. They'd be like "cheer!" and we'd be like "wwwwwoooooooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh#^YY*()@)**(_){ODTUF!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</div><div>Then we would repeat. I made a sign for Lewis. It said vertically UNC(in red) and then horizontally Unqualified NIT Contenders(in blue). We were all on TV alot. Since we got kinda bored we started doing things like pointing to the camera when it came on us, whammying the camera, and general tomfoolery. </div><div><br /></div><div>After this event Elyn generously drove Claire, Laura, Hannah, and myself to Target. There was a deceptively summery feeling to the whole venture, no doubt caused by great weather, listening to music, and driving with the windows down. We bought the girls' shirts and shorts for the game and we all got aviators so that we could be über cool. We also stopped by Party City and invested in some blue hair gel. Then on the way back to school we stopped at Whole Foods for pizza and then began prepping for the game. </div><div><br /></div>(Esther Showalter) - 08:49<div>The Campus Van Dweller talked about us! - <a href="http://spartanstudent.blogspot.com/2010/02/krzyzewskiville.html">http://spartanstudent.blogspot.com/2010/02/krzyzewskiville.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div>(Lewis Purcell) -04:15 </div><div>So Personal Checks Round 2 have gone a lot better. Its been a blast. We shared the bottle of wine that Jonathan snagged from __________ - and has some epic toasts; "To The Company of Friends, to the Approach of Our Enemies and to the Grace of God and Zach White," "To Bromance," "Europe," and "Zoubek, Coach K and Duke Basketball!" I wanted to make all 5 of the PChecks but I was talking to someone so I missed the 4rth Check - but next year. We were gonna do the gallon challenge but by the time Nick got the milk and got back everyone had lamely left. I am gonna go to bed now at 4 - kinda early for me - this past week has been 5 -5 -2 -5 -4 in the morning - and never waking up past 10 so yea. I love the Bod Family - they make my life funner. I love how tonight they got the cool jackets meant only for black tenters. Well, chiling for now - gotta go to college gameday tomorrow pretty early. </div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-77465849329169908742010-03-05T13:03:00.007-05:002010-03-07T21:30:48.739-05:00Friday 3/05<div>(Robert Francis) - 23:02</div><div>So the Fortress ad its allies met at the Dillo at 7:30 and had a rockin' dinner. After many pictures and a few bananagrams rounds we headed to K-Ville for personal checks round two. There was a calmer start to the evening. We took Fortress pictures, cleaned up, and took down the Bastion. All of K-Ville lined up for Coach K's talk, and the Fortress decided to just wait. THEN as we were sitting there taking pictures of the Cameron Stadium sign, we saw him. John Scheyer. Walking towards the doors of Cameron. The heroic females of the Fortress adopted a façade of a fan girl attitude and asked to if he would endure a photograph with the Fortress. He ACCEPTED! And now we are photographed with him!!!!!! Soon after a check was called. The Fortress stylishly lined up in alphabetical order for the convenience of the line monitors. THEN after managing to get into the very front row of the Coach K speech (foreshadowing) we got awesome black tenter jackets! They're blue and look so legit when we all where them. We hung out for the rest of the evening until we got our third personal checks.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 14:37</div><div>So Robert decided he wanted to rearrange all the blog posts so that the earlier posts during the day are at the beginning of the post. I wasn't quite sure why. Something about a book? Oh well. I guess that means I have to post under him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night was...wow. So many drunk people. Apparently there were about 5 or 6 EMS calls. And it was barely 00:30. That's only slightly ridiculous. And by "slightly," I mean "inconceivably." People were told to get out of there. No more personal checks last night. That means there will be 4 tonight. Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Spring break is almost here. Carolina is almost about to lose. There will be a parade. People will be singing everywhere.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">1!!</span></span><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VR1bOha40U">DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VR1bOha40U">?!</a>"</div><div><br /></div><div>(Robert Francis)- 15:29</div><div>Yes all, the blog is now completely rearranged so that it runs chronologically within each day. This is important: 1) because now when we go back it will be in the order it happened and we can read down instead of bottom to top 2) so that the blog can be made into a book. I rearranged it for about two hours yesterday and today have worked on the book for three. So that'll happen for anyone that wants one, but it may take some time.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Lewis Purcell) -15:17</div><div>Spring Break - so elusive is almost here - sitting in EOS 11 - my last class - then I work till 8 - then its a party!!! I'm excited. I have a complaint - i think Robert rearranged all of the times on the blog - it confuses me and I don't like it. On a different note - I was so sad that k-ville party got shut down so early - i was excited for it. But a bunch of duke students who always have work said they will participate in the festivities tonight (brandon and cam!). Since I had two midterms today you would think I would have gone to bed at 1 when we got personal checks off; however I did not - decided to hang with the Bodnars. I was however by 2:30 in Nick's common room firmly convinced that I should go to bed and that no one could convince me to get up. 3 and half hours later eating McDonalds in the BC I still had two midterms the next day when I fell asleep at 5:50 in the Bryan Center. Tim was also asleep in there when we got there and left. Anyways - im excited for the party tonight. </div><div><br /></div>(Robert Francis) - 13:03<div>SPRING BREAK! Finally these past couple days have been killers. Now we're free! I just failed a math quiz (Question: how fast is the distance between two cars changing? One was going 75 mph the other 90 mph. My answer? Literally 9450 mph. It was not a good day). But now it's over!</div><div><br /></div><div>So personal checks last night...I showed up at about 11:30 since rehearsal ran late and there was personal check at 12, then I went home. But in the brief half hour I was there I saw 2 unconscious people, 6 police officers, 2 ambulances, 3 Bodnars, and about 2843 beer cans. It was quite impressive. I then found out that there were going to be no more checks that night (The Fortress has people on the inside) and was very happy about my decision to leave. </div><div><br /></div><div>and finally...most importantly...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odrZ6NtPR2M">ONE DAY MORE!!!</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-29677304301521737472010-03-04T00:28:00.013-05:002010-03-07T21:18:52.725-05:00Thursday 3/04<div>(Robert Francis AND Brandon Semel) - 00:29<div>Two notable things are currently happening!</div><div>1) Brandon is present while I am blogging. it's almost like he's part of our tent!</div><div>2) Someone is unzipping the Bastion! We don't know who because Nick said the randos were gone and Brandon and I are both in here. It's either Robert Ryan planning some evil fake tent check, the randos seeking revenge, Liechtenstein, Lord Voldemort or a bear...I'm not sure which. But these mortal enemies are clearly the only options. I'm going to sacrifice Brandon. Don't tell him!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>-- Robert, it'll be a race to see which one of us can run faster. The bear gets the loser.--</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">whoa whoa whoa</span></span></i>. Stop the car! STOP. THE. CAR!!!! OMG!!!!!! Brandon contributed to the blog. I may faint. This is a momentous occasion. It must be celebrated with a feast the likes of<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Asgård</span></span></span> have never seen! Tick Tock just came on in a car parked near K-Ville.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway there was just a tent check and the siren didn't even come to our half of K-Ville. I thought I heard something and got out. Then I told Zach White. I said "The siren never came to this half of K-Ville" and he was like "I'll go tell 'em", shaking his head in shame. The other line monitors also decided to do the tent check in an achronological order (the root <i>a- </i>(Latin) meaning: not or without). The shame of some of these inept line monitors. How does Zach deal with them?</div><div><br /></div><div>Brandon is off brushing his teeth and we're trying to watch American Idol tono avail since the Internet is being silly.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Robert Francis) - 12:55</div><div>Interesting occurrences in K-Ville today. A tent check siren was sounded at approximately 11:07. <i>tangent </i>--Hey everyone! remember that time at RUF fall retreat that some of you changed the wake up siren from a siren to The Final Countdown? And the speakers played it not once, but TWICE. Sooo funny.--Anyway back to the here and now. At this time I headed to the front of K-Ville to do a tent check as usual when I got there I was surprised to see Nolan Smith with a bandana over his nose and mouth and a cowboy hat shooting Andre Dawkins while they chased each other on horseback!!!(albeit they were those sticks with horses heads) Mason Plumlee laughed while sitting there in a black button down, jeans, and a black cowboy hat next to his unicorn! Yes apparently K-Ville entered a worm whole and was transported back in time and to the wild west! Zach White proceeded to explain that a class was making a Western movie with the basketball players and we were going to be extras and receive grace! So we ran about the tents as if being chased by basketball player cowboys for a bit and then I got grace for the last three hours of my shift!</div></div><div><br />(Nick Bodnar) - 14:29</div><div>My next move as HICCUP has been to acquire paint. Namely 2 gallons of Royal Blue and 1 gallon of White. Get excited Fortress! </div><div><br /></div><div>Also Robert that story sounds hilarious! I wish so badly that I was in Kville at that time.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Get your cheers ready, it's about to go down" </div><div>- from the soon to be hit single, "I'm in a Tent"</div><div><br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 16:48<br />For those of you who don't know, personal checks are tonight. Everybody in the tent needs to be present at 3 out of 5 personal checks which will happen tonight and tomorrow night. So basically it's every man for himself. Except the Fortress is just so cool that we're still a team. Yup. The bright side of personal checks is that there are no tent checks while it's happening.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">2!!</span></span><br /></div><br />"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPAJ9I7AIAs">Put a banana in your ear</a>"</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Esther Showalter) - 17:51</div><div>I was just on my way to K-ville to make the rest of my tent shift (the temporary forgetting of which I blame entirely on my Linear Algebra class) and I crossed paths with a classmate who wanted to collaborate on a problem set and I said we should meet in K-ville tonight since we're both going to be there anyway, upon which he said "Ok, which tent are yo- oh right, you're in The Fortress aren't you." And he said it with the Capital Letters. It was a beautiful moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks, Thielmans, for delicious cookies! Also, my mom sent me cookies that may have been meant for the Tent, but I ate them already. I'm not very sorry.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 23:05</div><div>I'm in K-ville. It's crazy. Personal checks tonight. There's alcohol everywhere. I smelled weed earlier. I kinda don't want to stay here very long. Good thing there's some really cool sober people from the Fortress/Cru tent. We're all having a homework party. Tanner and I are doing stats. It's quite possibly the most exciting (stupidest) thing ever. Yeah. I hope people don't start burning random things down. I smell smoke...</div><div><br /></div><div>"DJ blow my speakers up"</div><div><br /></div><div>(Robert Francis) - 23:30</div><div>So I just got to personal checks, things are looking pretty crazy. Um...yes. Debauchery aplenty. I have intense work tomorrow...I don't know how I will get anything done.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div>"I think tonight might be one of those nights where I wake up and I can't breathe through my nose."~Robert</div><div>"I always like those nights cause I wonder why I'm still alive."~Brandon</div><div><i>Qué?!?~Robert's thoughts</i></div><div><br /></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-46284305160919172062010-03-03T01:39:00.043-05:002010-03-04T17:50:59.371-05:00Wednesday 3/03<div>(Tim Lin) - 01:39<div>I forgot to say this earlier. I was in my second daytime tent check yesterday (Tuesday) at around 14:45. Although I vaguely remember Zach White saying that grace ended at 16:30, I was confused. Because that is 45 minutes after an hour after the tent check. So I got back to the tent at 15:45 anyways to be safe. Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a completely unrelated note, I just came back from bowling with some cool people from the backyard B-Stud (Brandon was not there. I almost cried. Sad face.) I finished the first game with a whopping 54 points. 19 of those points were earned during the last round. I'm just that good. The second game was uneventful for me. I scored an 87. Scott Anderson, on the other hand, got a 54. I would like to take this time to announce that I did not score the lowest in a single game out of everybody. I was tied with Scott Anderson. I pretty much traded scores with him. He got a 90something in the first game.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, in the 3rd game, I had about 68 points heading into the 2nd to last round. Then, one of the greatest moments of my life happened. I bowled 3 strikes in a row. And I ended with 118 points. What now. I know you all wish you could bowl turkeys. I'm just that cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got a 100 in my 4th game. There were also 2 strikes in a row in this game.</div><div><br /></div><div>"We were both young when I first saw you"</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Nick Bodnar) - 01:50<div>My roommate is the "captain" of his tent, "the randos". we were talking today about the ways to rule. through our Machiavellian and other governmental studies, we have learned that there are three ways to rule: your people can love you, fear you, or hate you. The latter does not work, but the others do. He said that i rule by love, and i said he goes with the fear route. We each agreed with the other's assessment. I allowed my people to all create their schedule as they wanted. I may have facilitated, but it was essentially a democracy. On the other hand he threw names down and told everyone when their shifts were, without even giving them editing privileges to the Google doc! I know this may be hard for our members and followers to understand, but some people just think this is the way to go. I'm starting to become a believer...</div><div><br /></div>I just became aware of a mutiny that has been in the works for quite some time now. Perhaps they planned the overthrow the day of the game, leaving me out in the cold with no UNC game to go to. Or perhaps even earlier. i'll never know, but it won't be a problem any more.<div><br /></div><div>the mutiny started when Claire (one of the primary leaders of the upset) received a package. It was filled with Cadbury Creme Eggs, my absolute favorite candy. Some might claim they didn't know it was my favorite, but honestly, who doesn't know their Captain's choicest treats... Oh the insolence.</div><div><br /></div><div>The aforementioned Creme Eggs were not only hand delivered to me, but they were stored in the most unholy of locales - The Bastion. The Keep. Whatever it's called, it isn't The Fortress. I have only graced that ungodly tent with my presence once, and that may or may not have been an accident. I don't want to talk about it. Did they expect me to go looking for the eggs in there?! for all i knew, MaggieTheAbominableSquirrel could have been hoarding them in her cheeks the whole time.</div><div><br /></div><div>To top it all off, as if it could get any worse than hidden Cadbury Creme Eggs, there are rumors of a Coup d'etat to take place between this season and next. That's right, they say i won't be captain next year! Now it's one thing to honorably step down to the first mate, when The Captain deems reasonable, but to be so ungratefully and unceremoniously overthrown is entirely different.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to my thoughts on the way to rule. It seems love is not enough, or that the love of my mates is too fickle. I may have to steer this ship in a different direction for these last few days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Taking a note from my dear friend's homeland and by the powers vested in me as Captain, my Captain, i now instate and personally fill the role of High and Immovable Chancellor, Chief Usurper Premier (HICCUP). This role is clearly below Coach K, the Archangels (Jon, Kyle, and Nolan), the Angels, and Zach White, in that order, but no lower. It cannot be challenged or even questioned. It's existence and power is backed by the US Air Force, Russian Army, and the entire UN. What's more, the Russian hockey and soccer teams have agreed to always fight on our opponents' sides, so that we are further guaranteed a victory.</div><div><br /></div><div>The days of fear have begun...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 02:15</div><div>Nick's thoughts are reasonable. That doesn't mean you start ruling with an iron fist, though. It just means you find something to blame and vent your emotions somewhere. One way that I like to do this is eavesdropping on other people's conversations. Then, when they exchange cell phone numbers/email addresses, you steal the number. As time goes by, you'll have a list of random cell phone numbers/email addresses of people you don't know.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, when you get mad, you go online and make accounts for random websites with their email address. Or you can click the "Forgot Password?" button and give them a whole bunch of password reset emails from Blackboard, Facebook, Twitter, etc. That's always fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can then always prank call the number. Ordering pizza is always fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>One other option is to go to a huge department store like Wal-mart and try to find a combination of items that will make the cashier person scared. My favorite combination is pregnancy tests and wire coat hangers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just an idea. You didn't hear it from me.</div><div><br /></div><div>"If you could see that I'm the one who understands you"</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Robert Francis) - 08:17</div><div>Speaking of the randos...WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE and what are you doing in my tent?!!?!! I came upon the Batsion the other day and there were STRANGE SHOES out side it! They were green basketball-type shows and I sensed stranger danger. I didn't want any blood on my hands that day but these "randos" are luck to be alive and permitted to use the Fortress. Next time I may not feel so forgiving.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Claire McIlvenny and Maggie Howell) - 10:06</div><div><br /></div><div>NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOO NICK! NOT MY GOOGLE DOCUMENT EDITING PRIVILEGES!!!!! NOO !!!</div><div>ANYTHING BUT THAT!!</div><div>DON'T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!! I BEG YOU!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, Nick, here I submit to you a proposition. Whilst you may claim that there is an insurgency within the Fortress, attempting to overthrow your Captain Our Captain position, I would instead suggest a different version of events; namely, that it is YOU who has allowed the Fortress to be USURPED.</div><div>"D'Onofrio" and his troupe of "randos" have been enjoying Fortress privileges for too long. Do they even have a tent?!</div><div>NO!</div><div>Do they enjoy the privileges of white tenting, whilst leaching off the FORTRESS'S BACK!</div><div>YES!</div><div><br /></div><div>HOW CAN YOU HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN!? Considering your position as the tent HICCUP, I would not have expected this behaviour (ENGLISH SPELLING) from you. I'm appalled. I'm nauseated. It just makes my blood run cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>AND</div><div>Regarding the creme eggs, wouldn't a REAL captain/HICCUP leader enter into the Bastion, to rally support and gather his troops?</div><div>Wouldn't a REAL captain/HICCUP leader take notice of the mass text that I definitely sent you telling you to check the blog, where I posted my mother's parcel pictures informing you of the creme eggs, which were CLEARLY visible in the photographic evidence that I provided.</div><div>Wouldn't a REAL captain/HICCUP leader have seen me after one of the men's basketball games, holding the box of creme eggs and caramel bunnies and handing them out to members of the fortress. That was the day when ESPN was filming after the game to interview fans; maybe that's where you were. But remember, Nick, pride comes before a fall (the fall, being a lack of creme eggs).</div><div><br /></div><div>(Maggie Howell)</div><div>And now to take off my gloves and address the egregious and highly insulting comments concerning a major ally of the Fortress, Maggie. First rule of battle, you should never ever insult your allies, especially if they stuff their bag FULL of apples for you. Nick, you ingrate, I must have hauled between 15-20 apples all the way to the ends of the earth (aka K-Ville) for you. Well, I hope you enjoy those precious apples because they will be the LAST apples I ever give you. Unless at some point in the future I give you poisoned apples. It could happen, I know some people. Well that is all I have concerning the matter for now. Just be warned, Mr. Bodnar, that I hold a mean grudge and do not take insults to my name lightly.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Back to Claire)</div><div>On a slightly nicer note. As you may or may not know, I am returning to the MOTHERLAND a.k.a. a small town in Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and it is there where I will POTENTIALLY buy you some replacement eggs if, and only if, reparations are made to Maggie. Her commitment to the fortress has been integral to our success as a unit. I will also be taking other requests for English goodies if anyone wants to text me. Oh, wait, you won't see this. Too bad, Michael Gay. No one tell him.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, can we PLEASE get back to the more important task of the Fortress. Namely, killing Robert Ryan and the entire pledge class of Sig**.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you.</div><div>Claire McIlvenny and Maggie Howell.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Claire McIlvenny and Maggie Howell) - 10:39</div><div>By the way, we appreciate the extremely subtle reference to the Canadian television show:<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiccups_(TV_series)">Hiccups</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Way to choose the Canadians, Nick. How very seditious of you.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Nick Bodnar) - 11:01</div><div>Claire, i appreciate the feedback, and any true leader can learn from his mistakes. Not that i have made any. i have perhaps only been slow in my actions.</div><div><br /></div><div>My first motion as HICCUP has been to banish the randos. i alerted them about 15 minutes ago. it was only after taking this new position that i had the authority and the arrogance to make such a move. i agree, they have been given access to a structure like none other in Kville, and they were ungrateful. They will be punished for their hubris. </div><div><br /></div><div>As for the Maggie issue, i acknowledge and respect her contributions to The Fortress and they have not gone unnoticed. I merely meant abominable in the same way one would mean saying the abominable tooth fairy, or the abominable teddy bear. like cute and harmless and perhaps fuzzy. you know... that meaning of abominable. </div><div><br /></div><div>as for the Sig** incident, i instate my next move as HICCUP. Tonight we will exact revenge on Robert Ryan at least. The pledge class will be harder to isolate, but Fortress, mark my words not as HICCUP, Captain, or even leader, but as friend. We will make him pay.</div><div><br /></div><div>perhaps that's enough ruling for now.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Lewis Purcell) -14:02</div><div>Oh Captain, Our Captain - though I respect your ability to suddenly assume dictatorial powers; A. As someone speaking with a country with lots of experience in this matter I speak as an expert- you did it all wrong and alienated all of your supporters - namely Russia with the attack on our olympic teams.</div><div>B. You never addressed the main problem - your lack of bloggage - which most members of the KGB and the Fortress find vital to being a leader and staying on top of things.</div><div><br /></div><div>I WILL HOWEVER ALLOW a truce if previous conditions resume (though you may keep HICCUP title) if WE UNANIMOUSLY DECLARE WAR ON Sig** and crush them!</div><div><br /></div><div>Btw- Claire was handing them out after our victorious rout of UNC - but you didn't show!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Claire McIlvenny) - 14.05</div><div>As a quick side note, my mum posted her infamous Fortress song that composed as a comment on one of these posts. As I know that people don't usually read the comments, reference Michael Gay: "You can COMMENT on the blog?!", I have decided to post it below. The tune is to John Brown's body, also known as the Battle Hymn of the Republic:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><dt class="comment-author " id="c599962215526564739" style="background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/rounders3/icon_comment_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; background-position: 2px 0.3em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Claire's Mum said...</span></dt><dd class="comment-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Dear Fortress Dwellers,<br /><br />Well the end is nigh; not long to go now until the final push.The Great Basketball Game.....Go,you Fortress Dwellers !!<br /><br />Actually,I meant Go,you Duke Blue Devils.<br /><br />And here is my tribute song with which to taunt the UNC supporters:<br /><br />We went to Cameron Stadium<br />And everyone was there<br />To see all those Tar Heels<br />With their flowers in their hair<br />We don't know why they bothered<br />'Cos we know we're going to win<br />And when they're going home<br />They'll wish that they had never been.<br /><br />Chorus<br />Glory,glory,Duke Blue Devils<br />Glory,glory,Duke Blue Devils<br />Glory,glory,Duke Blue Devils<br />The Blue Devils go marching on.<br /><br />Incidentally,Nick,and all you other hardy individuals,there are plenty more Cadbury's creme eggs where they came from !<br /><br />Enjoy the game</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">I particularly like her reference to Nick.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Hardy seems very apt.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">(Nick Bodnar) - 14:59</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Didn't show?!?! Lewis, who was there screaming and jumping around the whole time? Who took the tent out for loop shakes afterward (albeit, i offered only half shakes, but they're expensive)? Me and Me.</span></span></span></p></dd></span></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">However, i'm over the eggs. I can accept that perhaps i simply overlooked them in my ecstasy after the game. Now that i think about it, i do remember the box from Claire's mum! I even remember a note, i think (but maybe i saw that later and it was from someone else). I truly didn't remember until right now. but it is also true that after that victory i was in no mood to sit and eat chocolate.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>As far as my blogging, i admit that i was not up to par for a while, but i had a stressful ski trip to plan. But i think i got better even before i heard rumors of my impending upset.</div><div><br /></div><div>So let's all just try to calm down. perhaps emotions got heated earlier, but i cannot allow a sense of weakness or a lack of faith to grip The Fortress in [his] last days (of this year). Therefore i had to stand up and crush the uprising before The Fortress lost all sense of control. Let's set our priorities in order:</div><div><br /></div><div>Crush UNC</div><div>Defeat Robert Ryan and Sig**</div><div>Survive P-Checks</div><div><div>Decide what to wear/paint for the game</div></div><div><div>Banish the Randos (DONE)</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 15:29</div><div>I had to edit Nick's post. As the Administrative Brigadier General (since there are no agricultural studies, i shortened my title to make it more concise), I assume full authority over the maintenance of this blog. And I couldn't let the Fortress be a woman. So I changed the pronoun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. In completely unrelated news, I found this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI7AUgp5fPI">video</a> today. I found it endlessly amusing.</div><div><br /></div><div>"We're nothing short of invincible"</div><div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 16:21</div><div>I have heard that there are some people (Laura Ezell) who question my authority as Administrative Brigadier General. These people (Laura Ezell) are spouting nonsensical abominations about the day counter at the top of the blog. These people (Laura Ezell) claim silly claims like, "Oh your timer is TOTALLY about 20 hours off and you TOTALLY need to stop slacking off because you TOTALLY appointed yourself the Administrative Brigadier General and you TOTALLY claimed responsibility for the maintenance of the blog and you're TOTALLY not maintaining the blog correctly because the timer is TOTALLY off and therefore you are so TOTALLY not meeting the requirements of your aforementioned claim and you TOTALLY shouldn't make such claims if you're TOTALLY not going to fulfill what you TOTALLY claim because then you would be TOTALLY deceiving the masses and people would TOTALLY follow you only to be TOTALLY disappointed when they TOTALLY find out that the UNC game TOTALLY doesn't actually begin when the timer TOTALLY hits zero!! TOTALLY!!" And to that, I object.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.bingegamer.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/phoenix-wright-objection.jpg">OBJECTION</a>!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The stupid thing only lets me pick a day to count down to. Then, it proceeds to count down to midnight of that day. Therefore, it will count down till 00:00 on March 6. Since the counter says, "days until Duke vs. UNC Game Day," I conclude that there is nothing wrong with it. The timer is not off. It is counting down to what it says it will count down to.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would also like to add that even if my timer was hypothetically supposed to hypothetically count down to the beginning of the actual game, it is hypothetically still not 20 hours off. The game starts at 21:00. Therefore, it would hypothetically be 21 hours off. I conclude now that these people (Laura Ezell), though they (Laura Ezell) try to cross-examine me and try to find a contradiction in the way I maintain the blog, raise a claim that is supported by none other than their malicious intent to challenge my position and somehow overthrow me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well here's what I have to say to that:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">megaultraubereXtreme WHAMMY to the 47th power!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Oh snap. I hope you have some ointment because you just got BURNED!! Burned like the loser of </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/recap?gameId=300040232">this game</a></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; ">To those people who challenged me (Laura Ezell), click this <a href="http://www.chodecircus.com/area51/">link</a>. It'll make you feel a bit better.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Just kidding. You just got owned. Again.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">"We're no strangers to love"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div>(Esther Showalter) - 23:21</div><div>Mutiny? Insubordination? Tyranny? Chocolate? Lack of administrational aptitude? Far too many interesting things have been happening in K-ville recently and as resident non-partisan I demand a thorough explanation of the passage of all events since Friday February 26 without obligation of committing my person in any way to render assistance of any form to any human, group, organization, community, club, meeting, society, gathering, 国家,政府, 社会,公司, 企业,工厂, 家庭,旅行团,队 or 两个正好碰见的人。</div><div><br /></div><div>Unless, of course, The Fortress is going to war. In which case, DEATH TO THE OFFENDER. DEATH BY FROZEN K-VILLE T-SHIRTS.</div><div><br /></div><div>If not, then back to the main business at hand: where can I find lollipops that turn your mouth blue?</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I think I am finally starting to convert in truth and not just in deed: I started to feel a little sick in my stomach in the last two minutes before the buzzer sounded against Maryland today. From where come these emotional whirlwinds of dismay, misery, dreadful anxiety, mistrustful hope, tenuous faith, and ever-surfacing conviction that Duke Basketball must prevail against all enemies if not from my heart beginning to pump Duke-Blue blood cells through my veins? I think - at last - I just might be a believer.</div></span></span></div></div><div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">3!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:georgia, sans-serif;">"I would rather be a squirrel than be a lady" - Elyn "theDefinitesquirrel" Stenzel</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;">"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the Fortress beware"~Robert</span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;">"(Gasp!) We need a dead cat!"~Claire</span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;">"Canadia"~Maggie</span></p></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"I want him to know we're coming. I want him to FEAR me!"~Claire </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"It's over. And by it, I mean your life." ~Robert</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"I've thought about commenting on the blog." ~Laura's Dad</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"Why don't you?" ~Laura</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"Well, the sense of humor of the average fortress member seems to be a variable commodity." ~Laura's Dad</span></div></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-58764382213806522712010-03-02T11:40:00.024-05:002011-12-05T13:22:43.761-05:00Tuesday 3/02<div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Robert Francis) - 11:41</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Good fortune in K-Ville! Some kind souls have descended upon K-Ville with Jimmy John's lunch packs!</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S41AjiVEWxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q2uIVPBZCvk/s400/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444078503815568146" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 130px;" border="0" /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Yay</span>!!!! Free food! And good thing too since I have 1.58 food points left! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Woot</span>! Sandwich, cookie, and chips!</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Tim Lin) - 11:44</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wow...I thought I was low on food points. All of these things that I had previously thought are apparently untrue. This blows my mind. Maybe I should just expect the unusual and never be surprised anymore. Yeah. I initially read that as 158 food points. And I thought he was drastically low. Then I saw the decimal point. And I feel bad for Robert.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Another quiet night in K-ville. Either that, or we missed a tent check. Most likely the first one. I'm in the BC now. I've been here since about 08:30 working on this stupid lab report. I'm mostly done with it now, I think.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I would like to announce that I made it out alive. Though they believe that they have sacrificed and eaten me, that is not the case. I happened to have a cow in my pocket (I always keep a cow in my pocket in the instance that people who I thought were my friends decide to sacrifice me). They cooked the cow. And ate steak. That was pretty tricky if I do say so myself. I'm so full of trickery. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">ok</span>, though. Cameron and Robert, I forgive you. But if one day, you wake up and find yourselves on a remote island in Micronesia, I have no idea what happened. Honestly. But then again, as </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UT9Y6coFT8&feature=related"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Captain Jack Sparrow</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> so eloquently put it, "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Speak into their minds and their hearts while they're here"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">4!!</span></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Tim Lin) - 12:06</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thank you whoever edited my Jack Sparrow quote. Looks like I don't know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">PotC</span> as well as I thought I did.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Also, as of this morning, I found out the identity(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">ies</span>) of the culprit(s) behind the fake tent check. I will not reveal his/her/their name(s) here. Because Claire and Jonathan would probably go kill him/her/them. So I will refer to him/her/them as Anubis/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">LaQuifa</span>/the Wiggles.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anubis/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">LaQuifa</span>/The Wiggles did it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Throw it away, forget yesterday"</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Robert Francis) - 14:39</span></span></div><div>Elyn and I came up with a fun game to play when bored in the library! There are several variations, but what it basically comes down to is this: One person goes into the deep dark depths of the stacks. There they take a book (making sure that that particular book is where it is supposed to be according to the Dewey Decimal System) and carry it to a mysterious location also within the stacks. There they write down the DDS # of the book next to it and return to their partner. They give this person the paper and this person must return the book to its proper place! It's like being a librarian! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Yay</span>! You can also write a page, paragraph, sentence, and word number for the book and have a secret codeword that they must bring back. Or you could do a long chain of these and have a code sentence! And you can also time it. Endless possibilities!!!!!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Claire </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">McIlvenny</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and Maggie Howell and later Lewis Purcell) - 22:48</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is another collaboration of M Howell and the mythic, magnificent, marvelous Fortress. Get ready... for the night of nights (that is from high school musical 3 if Claire believes correctly). We just survived our first tent check of the night. On this subject we would like to share a quote from a </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">rando</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> k-</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">villian</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">rando</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> k-</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">villian</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">: "Oh wait, I think I missed my tent, I'm 94."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">disgruntled line monitor: "</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ahh</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...I'm still on tent number 5"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">all of k-ville: numerous guffaws and laughs</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Further information regarding the tent check. Many tents missed the check, including two above the fortress. Also the line monitors stopped some </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">villainous</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> shirkers getting out from their cars and as punishment, the noble line monitors would not count the scum.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For those lucky enough to be inside at this late hour, let me describe the abhorrent and</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">tempestuous</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> weather tonight. It is quite possibly the worst type of weather (and one of the</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bloggers</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> has lived through several hurricanes so she knows bad weather when she sees it). We are currently battling "winter mix". Winter mix, for those lucky enough to have never witnessed it, is comprised of snow and rain AT THE SAME TIME!!!!! It is awful and depressing and demoralizing and above all weak and FICKLE . We all hate it so much. Also we all like complaining about it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">News flash!!! This co-blog just became a TRIPLET!!! Lewis </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">joi</span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ned</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> our blogging mayhem. Also he came bearing gifts - specifically cookies from the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Τhielmаns</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Merci </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">beaucoup</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">les</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Τhielmаns</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">,</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Grazie</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">gli</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Τhielmаns</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Spasibo</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Τhielmаnii</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gracias</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Los </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Τhielmаns</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Danke</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">schön</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Τhielmаns</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, we would like to formally chastise Mr. Nick </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bodar</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (though he's been a pretty good captain our captain) for failing to follow the blog. Nick was unaware that Claire's mother had sent the Fortress </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cadbury</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Cream Eggs (which are incidentally his </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">favorite</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> candies). Nick is in all other </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">respects</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> a fantastic leader, but his lack of blog observance is an example of his only failure as leader. It should be noted that blogging for the Fortress is almost as good as being there. In this way, Michael if you miss a tent check we'll forgive you as long as you blog. But you won't read this so, WHAMMY!!! At this point Lewis cackles maniacally.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Claire now knows that the infamous, ersatz, and horrible FAKE tent check was in fact a pledge task. And she knows which frat. So yeah. Thanks random pledges, thanks. Also sleep with one eye open. Following in the great tradition of violence threatened on behalf of the Fortress, Claire promises that by the end of this academic year, one of the members of said frat will be flayed alive. On a similar Lewis promise to provide a nice sturdy Russian whip. Jonathan (in</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">absentia</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">) promises to help. Maggie promises to bake a cake for the triumphant defenders of the Fortress. Watch out Sig **.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some quotes concerning the impending blood bath:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Claire: "Robert Ryan is going to die tomorrow." "Basically, I've issued a Fortress </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fatwah</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> on him."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lewis: "Angering the Fortress is like awakening a sleeping giant." "Also one billion rouble reward on his head."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maggie: "I just want us all to get along." "But not really, the fake tent check was very uncool."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/camozzy"><b><span style=";font-family:";color:#3c579d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cameron <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Oswalt</span></span></span></b></a></span><b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">25 February at 00:32 </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/gigaboxx/dialog/MessageComposer.php?thread=1248548587107&msg_id=163&id=658165364"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Reply</span></span></a></span><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">haha</span> very true <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">laura</span>. maybe we should all buy white t-shirts and paint some phrase? NOLAN, JON, KYLE that's 12 letters. or maybe we could go nuts and tie-dye... we need to just brainstorm ideas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/RobertSFrancis"><b><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Robert Francis</span></span></b></a></span><b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">25 February at 00:35</span></span><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who needs t shirts we wont be wearing shirts sillies</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">…</span></span><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1011420868"><b><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Laura <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Ezell</span></span></span></b></a></span><b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">25 February at 01:04 </span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/gigaboxx/dialog/MessageComposer.php?thread=1248548587107&msg_id=166&id=1011420868"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Reply</span></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/gigaboxx/dialog/MessageComposer.php?thread=1248548587107&msg_id=166&id=1011420868"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Robert, I consider that a very sexist comment, and can assure that I, Hannah, Claire, and Esther will be wearing shirts. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">haha</span> Cameron, I think a T-shirt decoration party would be a fun idea, and then we can all have a good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">souvenier</span> of our time in the Fortress. Plus, if we looked generally similar, the ESPN cameras could notice our unified awesomeness</span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/RobertSFrancis"><b><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Robert Francis</span></span></b></a></span><b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">25 February at 11:22</span></span><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">… Anyway Laura I read your response and I think you had a typo, you said "sexist" but Im pretty sure you meant "sexy". </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-85271479526731609042010-03-01T00:04:00.023-05:002011-12-05T13:20:35.454-05:00Monday 3/01<div style="text-align: left;">(Jonathan) - 00:43<br />Ah, the epic absurdity of a new week is here once more. As I sit here on the fourth floor of my beloved sanctuary, Perkins, I contemplate many things, most of them beginning in "What" and ending in "am I doing here?" However, much as I would like to decorate the blog with my wistful, late-night musings, spreading them thick and luscious across this cybernetic void like the icing on one of the many cakes with which I have so recently satiated myself, I must instead perform a much-needed but little-desired duty I have thus-far overlooked. And so, without further ado, I give you a PUBLIC LETTER on behalf of THE FORTRESS and ALL OF K-VILLE.<br /><br />TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (And believe me, you know exactly who you are...):<br /><br />[EDIT!!!!]<br /><br />Yours Truly,<br />Jonathan</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 01:57</div><div>Wow...and I thought I was harsh to Shaphriqua. Jonathan is vicious...don't mess with him. He'll probably set you on fire like he did to that hand sanitizer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. I had to redo the poll after Robert did. Because he spelled Zoubek wrong. And that made my OCD senses tingle. Yeah. Other things that make my OCD senses tingle include incorrect header format. The correct format is:</div><div><br /></div><div>(Name) - ##:##</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. It's been 5 weeks. I would have thought everybody knew the proper format. But I guess not.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate OCD.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Country roads. Take me home to the place I belong. West Virginia..."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">5!!</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div>(Laura Ezell) - 08:18</div><div><i>[Laura's heading that Robert fixed for Tim can be seen below]</i></div><div><i>(Laura Ezell] --8:18 am</i></div><div>Tim, this header is for you. I've heard that for people with OCD, one way to overcome it is to stare at the things you dislike but can't control. So basically I'm doing you a favor. In other news, I would like to relay a conversation I heard from two older, very nice looking ladies on my way out of Kville. The night was uneventful, and Michael and I were both sad no one else was there. Here goes:</div><div>Person 1: "Girl, ALL the ministers. They all come to my house to play cards. Minister Brown, Minister Grayson, Minister Schwarz, girl, ALL of them. And he had the nerve to say that."</div><div>Person 2: "Girl, no he didn't!"</div><div>Person 1: "We's just playing cards, ain't no money involved. We play for fun. We ain't gamblin'. We ain't cussin'. We ain't drinkin'. We just playin' cards."</div><div>Person 2: "Girl, he crazy."</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Robert Francis) - 09:22</div><div>Actually Laura, Tim told me he has to go back and change almost all of your headers. I will do this one for him because I believe in uniformity! </div><div><br /></div><div> I am currently in the tent. Nothing eventful. I did have some tea earlier. I haven't slept in the Fortress in over a week.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 20:00</div><div>I cheated and inserted this in here. Because I forgot to do this when it actually happened. I would like to say:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">100 HOURS TILL UNC GAME!!</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 22:30</div><div>I posted something earlier. But my Internet decided to be lame and crashed. So here it is again.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been another quiet day in K-ville. I deduce this by the lack of activity in the blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>White tenting is more than half over. I think the thrill of tenting has gradually declined over the past 5 weeks. I think a big part of that is the decrease in the number of people required to be in the tent every night as tenting progresses from black to blue to white. I'm here alone in the tent. Nick will join me tonight. It's still fun, but it just doesn't match the first week of black tenting. Fitting 12 people into the tent was difficult, but it was definitely a more fun experience (It took all the willpower I had not to type the word "funner"). I think there should be perpetual black tenting for 5 weeks. That would be amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm still surprised at the difference in the amount of work I intend to get done during my tent shifts and the amount of work that actually does get done. I wanted to finish my work earlier this week, so I could relax Thursday and Friday before the UNC game. I'm going to really have to step it up tomorrow and Wednesday if that's gonna happen. On top of that, I also need to write a Summer Project support letter...Yeah. Good thing I don't have any particularly urgent class that I have to go to. Except EOS12 DYNAMIC OCEANS!! That class is absolutely vitally crucially mandatorily necessary for the survival of humankind.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alright. Back to my work. Let's see if anything will get done. I'm actually kinda tired right now. Maybe I'll just sleep...Bleh</div><div><br /></div><div>"Two is better than one"</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>(Claire McIlvenny) - 23:00</div><div>Jonathan just saw the fake tent checkers in Kville. It did not end well.</div><div><br /></div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S4yNXeHjgbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cVyzfgW3rOw/s1600-h/jonathan+blog.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S4yTBpdyl4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5Whc8ghqrVE/s400/jonathan+blog-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443887706104043394" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></span></div><div>(Robert Francis)- Obviously the fake tent checkers were Carolina loving villains! Clearly jealous of our season.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">(Robert Francis) - 23:03</div><div>Well as tenting comes to a close we've decided that we're getting hungry again. Since we already killed Michael we thought it was someone else's turn to be sacrificed and...I think this picture shows what happened next...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sax0p6Fju8/S4yOdrOWRvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EeBRBq-V3wA/s400/26081_348656295928_782555928_3508622_83455_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443882690054342386" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><div>Alas poor Tim, I knew him well...as you can tell we bound his hands and cooked him alive. The screams weren't pretty, but it was delicious.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Claire: (when talking about food) Mmm... hair.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Robert: Mmmm....blood.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Will Spokes: Can I have a kiss?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Maggie: Yeah you can!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">EDIT: No clarification allowed. Hence the out-of-context-ness.</span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-61453848321282551412010-02-28T01:22:00.008-05:002010-03-04T16:40:00.972-05:00Sunday 2/28<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; ">(Tim Lin) - 01:22</span></div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">LESS THAN A WEEK UNTIL UNC GAME!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"What if our love never went away?"</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Nick Bodnar) - 13:18</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i don't know how to feel about this. Lewis left oreos and milk on the little wall beside Kville on friday night when we were visiting/javelining/line-monitoring/fireworking. i just arrived for my 13:00 shift and they're still there. but they still taste good (the oreos, that is. Not the milk. 2 day old milk is not my style).</span><div><br /></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Claire McIlvenny) - 16:26</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Last night was very interesting in Kville. Jonathan and I arrived in Kville at around 2am for the night shift. After relieving Esther of her tent duty, we decided to go ahead with our plan of watching 'The Blair Witch Project', a film I have always wanted to see. We got nicely nestled in our sleeping bags and then we began to watch the film described "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The scariest movie of all time</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">" on imdb.com. Things were looking promising. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Anyway, as Jonathan and I discussed how unbelievably foolish the characters in the film were, and how given the option we would never go camping in the forest like them, at around 3am we were startled by a noise. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A siren. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A tent check. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But this wasn't a regular tent check. Oh no. This was </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">different.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> We heard a couple of people walking around Kville with megaphones calling "Tent check, tent check, Kville". Like any normal person in Kville we made the assumption that the Line Monitors were outside. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Oh no", I thought. "Now I'll have to get out of my toasty-warm sleeping bag, put on my shoes, shiver, and walk to the Line Monitors and wait to be checked off."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Then, it dawned on us. The siren was not the Line Monitor siren. It was a different siren. I can't really remember what it was because the experience was too painful that I wanted to block it from my mind, but it most certainly was not the Blitz-like air raid siren that usually wakes us up. As the individuals with the siren walked around Kville yelling 'Tent Check!", Jonathan began to yell back "FAKE CHECK, FAKE CHECK, EVERYONE STAY IN YOUR TENTS". </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We heard a lot of commotion outside as the poor tenters dutifully crawled out of their tents and staggered to the place where the Line Monitors usually stand. At this point, Jonathan and I panicked. What if the Line Monitors had a new siren? We had just accused them of lying. That would not bode well for the fortress. What if we MISSED a tent check? Jonathan, ever the gentleman, decided to go out and investigate. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It was then that I began to hear a large group of people accumulating outside, followed by a large list of swearing, profanity etc. that Jonathan and I were fortunate enough to laugh at. I won't repeat it on the blog, but it would probably look something like this:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"What the KHBD*A^&£BIYB*^GFT£YIH£((^$(^)&%*)*)£! Who the *£^*^(&£^&@GUVDGHJ do you think you are? I can't *&(@^%*^BJB£Y BELIEVE IT! " </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You get the idea. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Anyway, Jonathan returned after a few minutes; this was good, I was worried the Blair witch had got to him. It turned out that it was, indeed, a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">FAKE TENT CHECK</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, and some TOTAL scoundrels/villains/rogues/jerks/every other word on my Thesaurus is probably too rude to post, had decided to go to the EFFORT of BUYING a megaphone and a siren, and GOING around Kville at THREE IN THE MORNING to UPSET people for their own entertainment. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I couldn't believe it. Jonathan said there were a pretty large group of people who had got out of their tents, but by the time they had realized what was happening, the people who did it could be seen running to their car which they had parked in the car park (US translation - parking lot) next to Kville. Apparently one guy ran after the car and gesticulated in an angry manner at the people in the car. That would explain the shouting I heard. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I for one would have liked to have seen a mob of people running towards the car with pitchforks and burning torches, but sadly I can't have my way all the time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">After that drama, Jonathan came back and said if he had got out of the tent earlier and caught one of the perpetrators he would have hit them. That made me laugh. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Anyway, we resumed the Blair Witch Project as the other disgruntled tenters got back into their tents before finally finishing the film around four and going to sleep.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">That was a rather verbose account of last night in Kville, but I think everyone can understand why I wrote this account. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It is to inform the good, honest people of Kville to be WARY of the monstrous </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">FAKE TENT CHECK.....</span></span></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Robert Francis)-20:36</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">OK time for a weekend update to the blog. While this does not directly relate to tenting it does heavily involve three residents of the Fortress. So this weekend as we all know was Cameron, Lewis, and Michael's birthdays (Cam and LJ on the 27th, Michael today). The festivities began Friday at approximately 9 PM. I met Maggie and Claire at Ayecock at about 6:30 with ingredients for icing. They finished the cake(yellow with chocolate icing) and we prepared for the evening. A bunch of us headed to Satisfaction for a late dinner. We had a private dining room and the 16 or so of us there had a great time watching speed skating, talking, and eating. Then we headed back to East for the party generously hosted by Cristy and Taylor (Thanks!). We used the roof access in their room to extend the party to almost 30 people. And had a great time eating cake and enjoying music. At midnight we sang happy birthday and Jonathan set off a firework in the main quad. Shortly thereafter we were told to leave by some of the RA's. We weren't supposed to be on the roof (Sorry Cristy and Taylor!). Luckily they didn't get in TOO much trouble. Then the party moved to the Blackwell common room where about 20 of us played fishbowl. For those who've never played, fishbowl is a game where random things are written on pieces of paper. Then two teams must figure out what they are through four rounds (1. Description without using the words, 2. Charades, 3. One word, and 4. A sound). It was tons of fun! We completed the evening by some finger jousting, wrestling and then Show and Tell (cool tricks version) led mostly by Tim and myself. This was an entertaining combination of acrobatics, feats of strength, and hidden talents. We called it a night at 2:45 and went to sleep but had a blast.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Saturday the birthday festivities were continued with a planned game of capture the flag for which we received grace. However, when we gathered on the West quad, it was cold and we decided to move the game to the library. You may be thinking. You can't play capture the flag in the library! IT'S A LIBRARY! I beg to differ. Using glow stick rings as flags we separated into Perkins and Bostock teams and played for two hours. Of course we (hypothetically) couldn't run and talking was kept to a minimum, but it was tons of fun. We had about 14-16 people there. We then headed to the Loop to enjoy some milkshakes. Afterward about 6 of us headed to Maggie's Room to watch MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND! It was also awesome. We sang Michael Happy Birthday at midnight then went to bed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Sunday the guys headed out to play paintball with the Gay family. (THANK YOU SO MUCH! We had a blast!) about 12 of us headed to Hillsborough and played 10 or so rounds of paintball. One round of particular epicness was held in a course called 'the Village' There was a walled bridge that zig zagged down the middle. And houses on either side with windows and doors leading everywhere. In a particular round, it was getting pretty crazy and lasting a while. I shot Cameron, Steven, and Matt so it was a good round for me. It ended up that Michael and I were the last two players and we were on opposite teams. After several action movie-like runnings and shootings. We were both on the bridge. Shooting and hiding from each other amazingly. Then we round a corner and came face to face. We both called for surrender and found ourselves at a stalemate. We stood up (Guns at each other) and were confused about what to do. Being the awesome future roomies that we are, we shook hands and walked off. Ending an amazing round of paintball. I now have at least 11 welts! Yay war wounds! Everyone played really well and we had a great time. We had to not let anyone else play with us cause they would have destroyed us which was awkward, but a good decision none the less.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It was the super 3 day, non-stop party it was promised to be back in September. And one of the best weekends I've had at Duke. Happy Birthday guys!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"I would say ditching someone at the marketplace is pretty much equal to adultery." Jonathan</span></span></p></span></div></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-11612152814556468892010-02-27T15:22:00.004-05:002010-03-04T16:39:07.855-05:00Saturday 2/27<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; ">(Lewis-Jake Purcell) - 14:29 Day Of My Birth</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I just wanted to say that I had an awesome ski trip on Thursday and That yesterday's party was rocking and that today its gonna get better.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I also have a confession to make. I was in the bus this morning and saw a really nice car pull up to west campus and i told the guy next to me, "That car needs to be grenaded or rocket launchered." Then.... Andre and Casey Peters and Steve Johnson and then... Nolan Smith ...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I AM SO SORRY _ I TAKE IT ALL BACK! I just want, I just want it to all be gone, i just want to go back in time and change that - IF THERE WERE ONE THING I COULD CHANGE IN ALL OF HISTORY IT WOULD BE WHAT I JUST SAID!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 15:32</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Lewis, just because it's your birthday, it doesn't mean you can post random stuff on the wrong day. And how would you not recognize Nolan's car? lol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Yeah, today, I gave Cameron a copy of yesterday's Chronicle. He was very excited. Yeah.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Yesterday/today's party was insane. So much crazy stuff. I made it through the night, too. Yeah. It was a whirlwind of adventure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">In other news, I got my first non-basketball-related Inferno point today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"You were my greatest failure"</span></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-21539073123065352712010-02-26T13:17:00.009-05:002011-12-05T13:18:48.401-05:00Friday 2/26<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; ">(Laura Ezell and Maggie Howell) - 13:17</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">History is being made. While I accept that Robert and Tim get credit for the first joint blog post, we are setting new precedent: a joint blog post with one Fortress member and one "honorary member." The day is warm, the wind is brisk, and we sit in the Bastion relaxing and gossiping about all that we possibly can. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Today at breakfast, Sara shared a very illuminating you-tube video, one which encompasses all the traits of a typical Duke student, in particular, </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZzCHcMKyDc"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Michael Gay</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. Please note in particular the references to granola, lax-bros, Teva straps, jeans rolled up, "cute little library queen...just wait 'til I see her at the printing station," Odwalla, Polo, Nalgene, Northface Denali, Rainbows, Dave Matthews band, Sperry's, Quidditch, Muggles, Hufflepuff... you get the picture. At this point Maggie breaks off to say, "gee, I really wish Robert or Tim were here. They're so clever. Their verbosity is unparalleled. I wish we were clever." Please let it henceforth be known that I'm pretty sure we only wrote a joint blog so that we could try to emulate even a mere portion of the creativity, cleverness, and overall awesomeness that Robert and Tim possess (and to share that video). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">On a different note, we'd like to inform everyone that man-hole covers are now called "people-hole covers." Also, it is passé and offensive to use "mankind," rather one should say "humankind" or "peoplekind." Oh, and use of the word teleological will win you an automatic bonus point. All this and more brought to you by Claudia Koonz, of the Duke University History Department.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; ">(Jonathan) - 17:17<br />OK, this is a props post. First (and least), props to myself for beginning this post at it's posted time (17:17) --- that's just cool on it's own terms, you know? Also, in unrelated news (no, really), there may or may not have been a moderately-sized fire built outside the fortress last night. If there was, Cameron wouldn't know who built it because they were an Unidentified Stranger. Other sources confirm that it was quite cold in K-Ville that night, and reasonable folks might have resorted to unreasonable measures to remain warm. Or maybe people were crazy all along. Anway, back to the props. MAJOR PROPS go to Tim Lin, the master of many things Fortress, for taking, at great cost to himself, an hour of my shift tonight when I was physically incapacitated by a bad case of the Chemistry Seminars. Tim, you do more than your share, and deserve, well, a lot. Thanks. PROPS also go to Lewis, Cameron, and Michael Gay (more or less) for having similar-enough-to-be-same birthdays. Good call on being born when you were, guys; I'd have done the same myself, but I figured I'd like to be home for my birthday first semester freshman year.* PROPS go to Nick Bodnar, for being the human equivalent of a Google Spreadsheet, Bus Company, Cell Phone Tower, Towing Service, Grocery Store and Bank, resulting in his ability to organize a ski trip for 50 plus people. PROPS to everyone in the Fortress for being in the Fortress (duh!). PROPS to Maggie for baking cakes, and PROPS to Robert for being Somewhat-Tim-Like in his blogging abilities. I'm actually a bit *sad* I didn't put you two in the same room, because if I had, I would never have to go looking for RUF girls ever again..... everyone could send mail to "RUF Girl #3, Care of Robert & Tim, A404 Edens", etc. All sorts of wacky benefits. Now, this list is sadly incomplete, and there are about 3 other random topics (including the corresponding explanation attached to the * attached to freshman in this post and the Random Dude In the Fortress story), but unfortunately I am long overdue to run to Whole Foods and buy icing.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 17:38</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Tim would like to point out that Laura and Maggie may try, but Robert and Tim are still greater. Because Robert and Tim spoke (typed) in the 3rd person. And speaking in the 3rd person makes Robert and Tim THAT much more cool.<br /><br />Also, I would like to point out that the teleological argument for the existence of a deity is the argument that got Antony Flew (a renowned atheist) to believe in a higher power.<br /><br />And manholes/mankind/etc should remain. Because boys > girls. Everybody knows that. As everybody said in 1st grade, boys rule. Girls drool. That is all.<br /><br />"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust."<br /></span></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-56064000582866670612010-02-25T00:13:00.014-05:002010-03-04T16:37:58.109-05:00Thursday 2/25<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 00:12</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I don't know what happened to the schedule. There's a giant convoluted clutter of names between 1700 and 1800. I feel like those people who are supposed to be in the tent at this hour know when they're supposed to be there. But I can't figure out what the schedule means. And that is reflected on the schedule above. Yeah.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Also, the countdown to the Duke v. UNC game is now a 1 digit number. OH SNAP!! The day is near!! Speaking of a failing basketball team, UNC lost again yesterday. Looks like my prediction is wrong. I predicted a 14 loss season. They have 14 now. And they're going to lose to us in 9 days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"It knocks you down. Just get back up when it knocks you down..."</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 10:13</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I just watched the American Idol episode from last night. I would like to point out that the show was on Wednesday. And Randy Jackson was wearing argyle. That's all.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">ARGYLE WEDNESDAY!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"We're going down down in an earlier round..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 12:07</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I changed the poll. Because the previous one was extremely controversial. Everybody was cheating. Seriously. Why would you cheat on a poll?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Where is the love that i used to feel?"</span></div></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Robert Francis)- 12:24</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I overheard another exchange from the randos in the Fortress. It was along these lines.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: It's actually surprisingly comfortable in there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 2: Have you slept in there?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: Yeah, I took a nap.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(gets out of the tent)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: It's actually surprisingly warm in there, but no ones been in there like all day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(WRONG! I am here! Dropping eaves!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Later playing frisbee</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: Aw, you hit the Fortress.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 2: It's the Fortress it'll be OK.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: Aw, you hit the Quatro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 2: That doesn't sound nearly as cool...</span></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 23:57</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Yay we won the game today!! But I'm not here to talk about the game. I'm here to talk about (type about) an overheard conversation while lining up for the game:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: Hey look that tarp says "The Fortress" on it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 2: Yeah. Did you know they have a blog? It's actually pretty funny.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 1: Oh really?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Person 2: Yeah, it's actually really well written.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I think Person 2 was Ralph. I don't know what his real name is. Robert probably knows who I'm talking about.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And I would like to share my dream from last night. My subconscious is so confusing...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Miles Plumlee and I and 3 other people were in a car. And we were getting pho to eat (for those of you non-Asian people who don't know what pho is, it's basically Vietnamese noodles. Loaded with oil/MSG. Tastes amazing.). For some reason, Miles was sitting in the middle of the back seat. Even though he's clearly the biggest guy in the car. But yeah. I was sitting to his right. We went on one of those 270 degree turns onto a freeway. And the momentum pushed me onto Miles. For some reason we were driving really fast, and I couldn't get off of him. Because the centripetal force was too much. Then he kinda like threw me off. It was weird. I don't know what happened. Then, we got our food. Went back to Duke (it didn't look like Duke, but we all knew it was Duke. that happens to me in dreams sometimes...). We went into the Aycock common room even though it definitely didn't look like Aycock. And Chris D'Angelo was there to steal food from us. What a jerk. Just kidding. I love you Chris. And yeah. I was about to eat. And I could almost taste it. Then I woke up. Stupid alarm telling me to wake up to go to Math 107 recitation. So I defied it and went back to sleep. Yup.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">One more thing. American Idol results show. It was today. Which is Thursday.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Lacey Brown, Aaron Kelly, and Andrew Garcia are wearing horizontal stripes. They are cool.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Randy was only cool yesterday. He didn't wear horizontal stripes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Lee Dewyze wore stupid argyle. Duh. It's not Wednesday. What a loser. I hope he loses.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">EDIT: I AM EXTREMELY APPALLED AT THE RESULTS!!</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EeMK7BqIiw"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Scent of the pine, you know how I feel</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Oh my goodness Adam Lambert is amazing.</span></div><div><br /></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-67147396697054092682010-02-24T01:43:00.015-05:002011-12-05T13:17:03.444-05:00Wednesday 2/24<div>(Esther Showalter) - 01:44<div>I had typed up a brilliant and sharp and clever and dry little post that took a genius stab at Carolina's team colors, but then the Internet quit and all my wonderful work was lost forever. Thus passes the work of a generation. I will settle for these facts instead:</div><div>"If you shake a can of mixed nuts, the larger nuts will rise to the top" - this came from the top of my 1:08am Snapple bottle.</div><div>"Strawberries contain more vitamin c than oranges" - this from the top of my 1:30am Snapple bottle. I was a little disappointed with my 1:30 jar because it was diet and tasted like normal tea instead of liquified sugar. If I wanted to drink real tea, I would not have bought Snapple from a vending machine.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Jonathan) - 2:55<br />It's a beautiful Wednesday morning, here in Lilly library. Long live The Fortress, Justin Bieber is banned from the blog; his music video clearly violates the Terms of Service under the categories of Child Safety ("content that exploits children," come, on, really, I mean, the guy's like 8 years old), Hate Speech (seriously, who *doesn't* hate his speech?), Crude Content (did you watch the video or what? It has *him* in it, need I say more?), Violence ("content encouraging your readers to take violent action against another person", e.g., Justin Bieber), Impersonating Others (where to begin...), Spam (well, he's unwanted, unsolicited, and if he ever showed up in my Inbox I'd delete him....), and Malware and Viruses (when I watched that video, my computer exploded). So yeah.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 12:11</div><div>First, I would like to say that we are supposed to double up on hours. Because of the ski trip. So that's why the schedule is kinda fat. But not all the hours have been doubled up. But I don't think it's urgent. So yeah. w/e</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Nick Bodnar) - 15:50</div><div>oh my goodness! </div><div><br /></div><div>MaggieTheAbominableSquirrel left me some apples! What a treat! They're so good! by the way, the offer stands that if any freshmen (or anyone with access to apples) gets me a lot, i'll buy you a meal. done.</div><div><br /></div><div>yet another interview. i was walking toward the tent and i saw two girls videoing the fortress. i asked if they were in fact videoing the fortress, just to be sure, and they said "Yes, do you live there?!" once i told them yes, they proceeded to ask me several questions on camera "for their class". yeah right, i'm pretty sure that thing's going national. </div><div><br /></div><div>also, the Randos mentioned below are my blockmates, and they're working on getting a tent. i think.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Esther Showalter) - 14:42</div><div>Ah! It survived! Thanks, Tim. Here's the amazing things that happened Tuesday night, then:</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">(Esther Showalter) - 01:08</span></div><div><div><div>The official name for the moochers living in our tent is now "Randos". I expect everyone to refer to them appropriately now. And to slip pleasant yet barbed jibes into our conversation about their current state of tentlessness, which is like helplessness and hopelessness except with tents. Or without them.</div><div>Two interesting conversations happened to me today. Well not really conversations because they were only one-way. Monosations. Monvosations. Monversations. They were done by two different people, whom I will call Gaius and Titus - with a nod to CS Lewis - in two different places. One was at UNC, where Nick, Lewis and I were visiting a student-run worship service that happens on Tuesdays. Afterwards we were walking around Franklin street grimacing at the overabundance of stores with baby blue apparel and Gaius came walking by us in the other direction and called out:</div><div>"Hi guys, free vodka at the Rec Club!" or something like that. The name of the establishment may have had the word "end" in it, I can't remember for sure. Clearly, being surrounded by baby-blue clothing (and wearing it probably makes it worse) causes you to believe that alcohol will solve all your problems and is the only means of escaping harsh reality.</div><div>At the meeting/service that we had gone to earlier, I had run into a friend I went to high school with who got into The Other School. Although it was good fun to see him again, after the Vodka Gaius incident I was very remorseful and realized that, indeed, Friends Should Not Have Let Friends Go To Carolina. I'm afraid there won't be any hope for him now, though, the baby blue has probably gotten into his soul.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, on a side note, Carolina Blue is to Duke Blue what Princess Pink is to Blood Red. I don't think the Tarheels (haha, the word check doesn't recognize "Tarheels") realize that they're practically metaphorically dressing up in 7-year-old-girl colors and expecting everyone to be in awe of their sports teams. Maybe someone should point this out to them and then they would stop it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The other interesting thing happened to MaggieTheAmbiguousSquirrel and me while we were walking from the Fortress to her tent. Titus and a few of his friends (call them Claudius and Cornelius) were methodically consuming alcohol on the little wall that runs alongside K-Ville (which probably means they're from UNC and are just tenting in order to sabotage the game on March 6th, like in the wikipedia article <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krzyzewskiville">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krzyzewskiville</a> - see the Robertson Scholars section). Claudius was coming back to their group and MaggieTheAmbiguousSquirrel and I walked past them during this section of their riveting conversation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cornelius: "Claudius, what, are you a sex addict?"</div><div>Claudius: "What? No, what?"</div><div>Titus: "Hey, girls, Claudius is a sex addict!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm very glad to know that, Titus. I really can't say how happy I am that you felt it necessary to inform us of this important fact. You are indeed a very clever person and very humorful, too. Sorry, humourful. You are probably even friends with Gaius, and secretly think baby blue is and awe-inspiring color. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, Odwalla's Chocolate Protein Monster drink tastes a very small bit like chocolate and a very large bit like something healthy pureed up and pretending to not be puree of something healthy, like wheat."</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><div>(Nick Bodnar) - 16:04</div><div>In the tent beside us a girl just said "aw, the tent's all wet!!" in like a whiny baby voice. In a survey asking how strongly i relate to this feeling, i'd have to check N/A because i've never experienced water in the fortress. It's that good.</div></div><br /><div>(Claire McIlvenny) - 19:41</div><div>Jonathan, Michael and I were in Kville about to sign in for our tent check, when suddenly we realized everyone around us was eating. Why was this? Because they gave out free doughnuts to all the tenters in Kville just now. NICE. Mmmm...yum.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, I could write about the 10 page paper I have due tomorrow and haven't done, or the torrential rain that invaded the Bastion this morning whilst I was trying to write said paper.</div><div>Or, I could just comment on the Justin Bieber video (sorry Jonathan, I don't want your computer to explode again).</div><div><br /></div><div>For those of you unfortunate enough to have not seen this video, the link again can be found here: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some general comments:</div><div>00.18 - Why is he yelling? He's inside.</div><div>00.39 - He pulls the girls jacket. Umm...if Justin Bieber pulled me up to him by my jacket, I would punch him in the face.</div><div>01.14 - I like the guy with the afro/mohawk, but he's wearing sunglasses INSIDE.</div><div>01.16 - He pumps his chest out and makes a heart sign. Enough said.</div><div>01.24 - I agree with Tim, Bieber clearly took the shoulder pinch from Michael Gay. What a jerk.</div><div>01.34 - When he barrel rolls across the table, look closely. He accidentally kicks the girl when he does this. Way to go Justin Bieber, I've always thought kicking a girl in the ovary was a great way to flirt with someone.</div><div>02.34 - Ludacris talks about the playground. I mean, I don't know about you, but I've always been suspicious of adults who hang around in playgrounds....</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, I can't find it in the video this time, but the best part is when Ludacris has Bieber in a headlock.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hahaha. Sorry that was random, just this video makes my day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Robert Francis)-22:25</div><div>GRACE! Ah, how I've missed you! Yes it is grace once more. I know what you're thinking, "What now? Grace during white tenting? This hardly seems necessary." And yes it's true only Brandon (B-Semel) and myself will receive this lovely gift. But Coach K apparently called grace at his talk and there was much joy throughout the land! I'm pumped. This isn't a normal grace...It's Coach K certified which makes it the most legitimate grace ever given! I also loose two hours during the day tomorrow! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-67577292476463972602010-02-23T11:02:00.017-05:002010-03-04T16:33:33.802-05:00Tuesday 2/23<div>(Robert Francis) - 11:02<div>So I arrived early for my 1 hour shift at about 10:45, (perhaps because I missed most of it last week) and Zach and a female line monitor specimen were sitting in the front of K-Ville dividing tents among themselves. Zach then explained how to use the megaphone and the female walked the perimeter of K-Ville with sirens blaring. I then waited to show my Duke Card to Zach, who had all the blue tents. I was delighted to learn that we had grace until 12:15. This is particularly lovely since my shift ends at 12, this means that my entire shift was annihilated in a single blow. Yay for this great fortune! Though it is my first tent check during my shift since black tenting. I do not know what the average amount of tent checks people have gotten are...I for one have had three including this one. Perhaps it was my time. Anyway, I noticed the Bastion is still standing. Why is this so? Is this OK? hmmm...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway for all the people who had tent stuff yesterday, but failed to blog (shame on you). White tenting has officially begun. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that now that we only have 2 people in the tent per night, there is going to be a lot more pressure to individually blog about happenings. If you need to go back in time to make up for stuff you left out this is also OK. Anyway the secret spot location was posted in a little clip in which Nolan Smith starred. He kindly introduced himself and did a big set up, "This year's secret spot is..." and left us hanging ".............." Which was very dramatic and filled with a palpable tenseness. The whole campus collectively held its breath and just when we though surely we'd pass out...he revealed it. The Camel...wait...that's the obscure secret spot? That statue on science drive? Yep. It sure is. Like out secret spot (Cameron, for those newer followers) it was not very hard to find. I imagine the rush to have been really quite spectacular, but who can truly know not having been there? Ah well. I leave you now.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 13:09</div><div>I saw Mason Plumlee while leaving the Marketplace today. Nick Bodnar walked right by. And didn't even see him. I find that amusing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think the Camel was a relatively good secret spot (definitely not as cool as the Phytotron building though). I feel like most freshman/liberal arts majors will have no idea where that is. But then again, most upperclassmen and people who go to Science Drive will know exactly where that is. So it wasn't too secretive but not blatantly obvious either. Cameron totally called that spot.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would like to take this time to 1-Up Robert and say that I have been in a total of 1 daytime tent check. That is all.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 14:46</div><div>I'm in the tent now. I would like to point out that my computer's Internet connection is very frustrating. I was TOTALLY planning to finish a whole bunch of work while in the tent. But I have wasted...47 minutes. Trying to get my computer to connect to the Internet. Where my work is. Windows Automatic Updater also decided to automatically update my computer. Even though I turned that thing off a while ago. It decided to turn itself back on. And install IMPORTANT updates. I think they can wait. But Windows apparently doesn't. Then it proceeded to automatically restart my computer. Stupid. Then I got BSOD'd. If you know what that means. Yeah. Stupid.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a new poll. I think the correct answer should be obvious. But I think I'm going to lose the poll. UNLESS A CERTAIN BRANDON SEMEL DECIDES TO GET ON THE BLOG AND VOTE!! Which he obviously should do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert's sneak attack posting is starting to be too much for me. I keep thinking that I'm up to date on the latest Fortress happenings. But then I scroll down and BAM!! There's a post by Robert Francis that he sneaked into the older posts. Pretending like he was there all along. What a tricky little fool (with his pants on the ground). HE CAN'T FOOL ME ANY LONGER!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok I think I'm going insane. Homework really must be done now...Peace out.</div><div><br /></div><div>"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ3oHpup-pk">IT'S JUST LIKE IT'S JUST LIKE A MINI MALL!!</a>"</div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 16:58</div><div>There are people from Nick's block (I think they're from Nick's block...) who started white tenting. But they don't have tent yet. So they are temporarily living in the Fortress. Two of these people came to the Fortress to check it out just now. I was in the Bastion, and they didn't notice me dropping eaves on their conversation. It went something like this:</div><div><br /></div><div>Person 1: Here it is.</div><div>Person 2: Dude, I'm not sleeping in there.</div><div>Person 1: This actually looks pretty comfortable.</div><div>Person 2: I am definitely not gonna spend a night in there. When are we getting our tent?</div><div>Person 1: This is actually an ingenious design.</div><div>Person 2: But it's so low to the ground.</div><div>Person 1: Yeah, but that means it traps more air, and it's warmer. You can get a tent that's higher and easier to get into, but it'll be so much colder.</div><div>Person 2: Ok fine...when are we getting our tent?</div><div>Person 1: I don't know. But we can leech off of this until we get it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah. Another person is converted to Fortressism. The belief that the Fortress is the greatest structure in K-ville. I have to agree.</div><div><br /></div><div>This next bit is completely unrelated to tenting.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seems like just yesterday that Justin Bieber was singing about "One Less Lonely Girl." He was the center of every freshman girl's attention. But I guess he only told his girlfriend that he loved her "One Time." Which wasn't enough for her apparently. Because now they've broken up. He's also become somewhat of a desperate little boy trying to get his girlfriend back. It's so funny. Watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4">this video</a>. He also needs to stop telling his girlfriend that he'll buy her whatever she wants. Because that's just kinda stupid and childish. His dance moves are also kinda cheesy. And he sings with a funny accent at the beginning. Also, at 1:24, he does the infamous Michael Gay shoulder pinch. And at 1:35, he barrel rolls over a pool table. Ludacris also made me lol. This is rapidly climbing my list of my favorite YouTube videos of all time.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Thought you'd always be mine..."</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Laura Ezell) - 21:51</div><div>Maggie Howell says I should blog more, so to appease this request I thought I'd chit-chat a little about Kville. There's not too much to report. It's starting to rain, which I realized first by the small droplets on my computer screen, and then I began to feel it. So I'll be moving in the Fortress soon. I really like sitting on the benches to do work though. The light is bright, and you can see what's going on and who's here. Casey Peters walked by, and we made awkward eye contact. He looked at me right as I looked up to see who it was. And, on the topic of basketball players, my sorority Big messaged both Miles and Mason Plumlee to see if they'd be my blind date this weekend, but they both have girlfriends :( According to Lewis, however, there must always be a Fortress girl dating a basketball player in the future. Please ask him and Jonathon about their Biblical scheme, and thoughts on whether Scheyer is an "Old Testament kinda guy" or a "typical Duke boy." Anyway, I need to get work done now, because I've been too distracted during the day watching the YouTube videos Tim Lin posts on the blog. Adios!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Laura Ezell) - 22:25</div><div>I just defended the fortress's honor. Here's how it happened:</div><div>I was sitting in the Bastion, writing my English paper. I, like Tim earlier, overheard Nick's block people discussing their tent schedule. Then:</div><div>Guy 2: Are you going to sleep in there? (the Fortress)</div><div>Guy 1: Yeah, but I don't know, man, the Fortress is s***y. (edited, for the pleasure of our readers.)</div><div>Me, from inside the Bastion: Excuse me? The Fortress is NOT s***y.</div><div>Guy 2: Oh, you just got owned.</div><div>Guy 1: (trying to defend himself) But you've just got this tarp thing, and it's dark and so low to the ground.</div><div>Me: Being low to the ground makes it warmer. And you're sleeping, so you don't need to sit up.</div><div>Guy 1: But, uh...</div><div>Me: If it wasn't for the Fortress, where would you be sleeping?</div><div>Guy 2: Dude, just give it up. Thanks for letting us sleep here!</div><div>My business here is done.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">"I miss spooning with you Robert!" ~Hannah</p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">"Ok, so I know people think that my obsession with Tim is weird, but I what I think is even weirder is Tim's obsession with Justin Bieber. I mean, I'm obsessed with Tim because he's really funny and kind of doesn't like me, but he likes Justin Bieber because...WIERD!" ~ Maggie Howell</p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">"I'm the commander-in-chief of the pimp ship." ~ Gavin McAlister</p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p></span></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-83847203477097706642010-02-22T11:36:00.010-05:002011-12-05T13:15:26.243-05:00Monday 2/22<div><div>(Robert Francis)-08:08</div><div>Last night was a fairly enjoyable one in K-Ville. Firstly some slightly (though not really) off topic information. The freshman guys of the Fortress officially have roommates for next year! Yaaaaaaay! At about 10 pm we met (or at least <i>most</i> of us met) in Wilson to have a block meeting. Maggie's Block as we have come to be known is now official. The roommate pairs are as follows...<i>drum roll please</i>...Brandon Semel (<i>aka B-Semel)</i> and Tim Lin, Cameron Oswalt and Lewis (Jake) Purcell, Gavin (not currently a member of The Fortress, but an ally none-the-less) McAlister and Jonathan Τhielmаn, and of course Michael Gay and Robert Francis(the awesome ones). We then determined our block captain by the simple yet useful "Who wants to be captain?" method. Michael Gay has stepped forward for the duty. Which makes me first mate of our block, and Lewis and Cameron the cabin boys of the block. Everyone else is just a block deckhand. Michael will have those "sorry sea-dogs" swabbing the deck of our block in no time!</div><div><br /></div><div>After meeting (and making Lewis walk the plank), Michael, Gavin and I headed over to McDonalds to get a "large cup of free water". We met up with Annelise and got our Mc-y D's. Then Michael and I headed back to K-Ville for the evening. We chatted for a while with the Fortress + Maggie, Sara and Karen. Then I was lowered into some sort of grate from where I grabbed people's feet. After a bit more taking we headed to bed. Yay. We only had one tent check at like 12:45 before I was asleep. And that was the last night of blue tenting. We also decided that Fortress T-shirts must be made.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 11:36<br /><div>I forgot to say this yesterday. So here it is:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); ">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE BROTHER!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>He is 9 years old. Yup.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of prepubescent children, last night, I had a strange dream involving Justin Bieber. Somehow, at the end of it, we became best friends. And he gave me his cell phone number. However, since waking up, I have unfortunately forgotten the aforementioned cell phone number. I have been confused all day...</div><div><br /></div><div>"She makes me happy. I know where I'll be. Right by her side cuz she is the one for me!!"</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Tim Lin) - 14:23</div><div>During my shift, I saw Andre Dawkins, Miles Plumlee, Steve Johnson, Seth Curry, and Brian Zoubek enter Cameron. In that order. Except for Steve. He left Cameron. I just wanted to put him in the same sentence. Yeah. I actually wasn't sure if it was Seth or not. Because he had his hood on. But his Golden State Warriors sweats gave it away. Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>They enter through this secret door that's not one of the main doors. It's pretty secretive. Not as secretive as our exclusive super duper outrageous cool awesome mysterious unknown super secret, but still pretty secretive. Yeah. I wonder if my DukeCard will open that door...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">"Next year, I think we'll be the Gay Block...wait...that didn't come out right."~Michael Gay</p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p><p face="Times" size="12px" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></p></span></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-68259056037645574602010-02-21T16:41:00.004-05:002010-03-04T16:28:08.802-05:00Sunday 2/21(Claire McIlvenny) - 17:02<br /><br />So, I'm back in the tent after the super fun crazy antics of the SKI TRIP. If you didn't go - you missed out. If you did go - you had an AMAZING time. Thanks must obviously go to Nick Bodnar for organizing 'The Bodsquad' and generally making the trip a success despite THREE flat tyres on the way there. A special shout out must go to Esther, Jonathan and Lewis who got down Black Diamonds on their first day of skiing. Oh yes. <br /><br />There was a little red line under 'tyre' telling me it wasn't spelt correctly so I typed it into my dictionary on my computer which said it is the British spelling of 'tire'. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? I did not know we spelt tyre and tire differently... I should go and consult the US-UK dictionary. <br /><br />K-Ville has been very sunny today which would have been pleasant but I was here post four hour car ride in warm clothes so was suffocating in the Keep/Bastion/actual tent. It was very very loud earlier and it was actually quite annoying. I think it was mainly families who left the womens game earlier but they would not LEAVE and I heard this woman who had this horrific cackle. She must not realize she cackles when she laughs otherwise she wouldn't do it; it was VERY unladylike. <br />Let's just say, if we were in 17th century Salem Massachusetts, at the height of the witch trials, I would have accused her of being a witch. <br /><br />Right now K-Ville is a bit mad because it's before the Virginia Tech game. I won't be able to go to the game, I have to go to the library. This is how stupid tenting can be, it's completely drained my ability to attend Duke basketball games even though I spend a disproportionately large amount of time in K-Ville. The infamous 'Hamburgers For Haiti' sale is going on right now, outside of the Fortress. The people selling them are really funny. Like the main guy, who said: 'Is that the Fortress? That still exists?'<br /><br />ERRRR.... IS THE POPE CATHOLIC?<br />OBVIOUSLY THE FORTRESS STILL EXISTS AND WILL CONTINUE TO EXIST UNTIL THE END OF TIME. <br /><br />Not really, but come on!<br /><br />He also came out with the one-liner 'Virginia Tech fans, do NOT buy hamburgers for Haiti. Duke fans.... do.'<br /><br />Main Guy: 'Hamburgers for Haiti. You can also buy a cheeseburger. But no hogies for hogies (?).'<br />Co-Worker: 'Ignore the creepy guy on the megaphone and buy a burger'. <br />Main Guy: 'If you don't want the hamburger, thats ok. You can just donate foodpoints too.'<br /><br />To be honest, I don't know why I find all of this so funny. It just is. You probably had to be there. <br /><br />Bye fortress, I'll be back in...oh.... some....six hours until I take my night shift tonight. LAST NIGHT OF BLUE TENTING :(<br /><br />(Tim Lin) - 23:26<br />Yay!! People are back!! It was very lonely without them.<br /><br />So our 2 days of grace finally ended at 1 PM today. I think. Today is the last night of blue tenting. White Tenting starts tomorrow. Yeah. White Tenting is kinda a joke. 2 people per night and 1 person during the day. How losery.<br /><br />We won the game today!! It was a pretty close game. And the refs didn't call fouls (or should I say FOWLS!! and that's funny because we played Virginia Tech whose mascot is a Hokie. And a Hokie is apparently a turkey. So that's funny. Yeah.) Yeah, we pulled away in the end and won by 12 points. 67-55. Yeah.<br /><br />Kyle Singler just walked by me. He looked at me while I looked up to see who was walking. He was on the phone. He looked really tired.<br /><br />Yeah.<br /><br />"You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell..."The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-75039732178738916782010-02-20T17:47:00.009-05:002010-03-04T16:27:00.217-05:00Saturday 2/20<div>(Robert Francis)-17:47<div>It's gonna be hard to blog since we haven't been in the tent today, but I feel it must be documented. Last night (aka this morning) they had three tent checks at 2:30, 4:00 and 7:00. It sounds like it was a VERY good night to be out of the tent. Hope the skiers are havin' a blast!</div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 20:56</div><div>ASDFJKL; ROBERT DIDN'T GO SKIING?! I THOUGHT HE DID!! YAY ROBERT!! <3</div><div>
<br /></div><div>"I don't wanna close my eyes..."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>(Tim Lin) - 21:44</div><div>I went back through the old posts, reading the comments. I would like to give a shout out to Mrs. Semel and let her know that Brandon did not share the cookies. He ate them all. By himself. In front of everybody. While gloating. Because he had cookies and we didn't. We were all heartbroken. Brandon then proceeded to take all of our stuff and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMLwUItWmYo">THREW IT ON THE GROUND</a>!! Mrs. Semel, if your son does not come home this summer, then we have no idea what happened to him. Just saying.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Just kidding. The cookies were delicious. Thank you very much!!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And I just realized that we still have not officially named the actual tent. I think it is a toss-up between "The Keep" and "The Bastion." To settle this issue, I hereby declare that...actually, I don't know what I declare. I guess whichever name sticks will be its official name. I believe more time is necessary before we figure this out.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R12QVtuB0_Q">Just call my name and I'll be there</a>"</div><div>
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<br />The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-35137270469232800172010-02-19T02:24:00.011-05:002010-03-04T16:25:03.857-05:00Friday 2/19<div style="text-align: left;">(Tim Lin) - 02:23</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div>I hate how every time I log into the blog, my gmail automatically logs out and into the nolansnest2010@gmail.com account. Stupid.</div><div><br /></div><div>So...thanks to some great people in Team Fortress, we have grace tonight. Tonight, 6 people at Shooter's brings us grace. I don't know why. But that's how it was. Since Cameron, Brandon, Lewis, and I decided that we cannot exist in the proximity of Shooter's, I was very surprised that we accomplished this. I was actually about to go to the tent at 11 PM to take Brandon's night shift when Cameron calls me and tells me about Team Fortress's accomplishment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to...whoever went to Shooter's. I don't know who you are.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news unrelated to tenting, I am very disappointed with the Top 24 of American Idol this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I dare you to move like today never happened."</div></div></div><div><br /></div>(Nick Bodnar) - 12:25<div>I want to thank all the mothers, Big's, friends, etc. who have sent goodies to our tent! Mrs. Ezell, those zebra cakes were amazing! I love zebra cakes! these are always welcome surprises. </div><div><br /></div><div>as blue tenting comes to a close - this is almost the Fortress' last day, on account of the SKI TRIP - we have time to reflect on all the joy, grace, and pain it brought us. and there was a lot of each. it's unlikely that anyone but Lemur-man made it to bed before 2am, and he only did that once, on accident. We had grace for wind, and then we didn't have it for miserable 25 (feels like -40) degree weather. Tim died once. there were grappling hooks, birthdays, news reporters, and let's not forget walk-up lines, which really lay down the hammer of exhaustion. </div><div><br /></div><div>oh man, it's been a blast. i am just today in a mental state fit for blogging, as i was able to sleep in my bed for the first time in who knows how long. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love this tent! (and the physical structure we have is cool too)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>(Laura Ezell) - 14:35</div><div>It is an absolutely GORGEOUS day in Kville today! After a lovely Maggie/Laura chat where we did some awesome planning for future activities, the Fortress had some very exciting special guests: Will, Liam, and Elliott Spokes! The boys explored the Fortress and the tent, and were both amazed and somewhat critical. Elliott: "This is amazing. It's beautiful." High praise I tell you. Liam thought it was pretty cool, but then he described how he would make a tent if he were here. So for the future, if we're to keep up with Liam, we need an underground tent that we've tunneled out, complete with cooking equipment, a place on top where we live and a sentry to constantly stand guard. Apparently, we have some work to do. Overall, however, the boys were pretty impressed, so I think that means the Fortress is a success!!</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left; ">(Tim Lin) - 17:09</div><div style="text-align: left; ">I finally got around to uploading some pictures.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs500.snc3/27300_10150106825395585_758435584_11384018_4938291_n.jpg"><img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs500.snc3/27300_10150106825395585_758435584_11384018_4938291_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs520.snc3/27300_10150106825435585_758435584_11384019_2116275_n.jpg"><img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs520.snc3/27300_10150106825435585_758435584_11384019_2116275_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div>Yeah. I didn't take these on Saturday. So I cheated. But whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, so as of now, we have grace. Because our entire tent is going skiing on some RUF ski trip. I'm not going. So I just have a break from tenting. I think Michael Gay is in the same boat as me. Yeah. We'll be back in the tent at 1 PM Sunday, I think. At least that's what Michael Gay tells me.</div><div><br /></div><div>"It's like I've been living my whole life for this one night..."</div></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-2848771166847853192010-02-18T00:51:00.008-05:002010-03-04T16:24:07.368-05:00Thursday 2/18<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Robert Francis)- 00:17</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We just had a tent check and we totally kicked its butt! I mean that tent check doesn't know which way is up. Just as Tim, Hannah and I settled in to watch Idol, the sirens blared and we hopped out to do the check. Hannah had to return to find her Duke Card and Lewis had to come back from the bathroom, but by the time the line monitor got to us we were prepared. When he said tent 6, six arms extended simultaneously to reveal our Duke Cards (in alphabetical order!). But yeah, that tent check won't be walkin' straight for days and it'll definitely feel THAT in the morning.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">OK, I have a math midterm so farewell!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Lewis Purcell) -09:20</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Last night was epic sleep - when I laid down after going to meals with jenny when we got grace I didn't wake up till 7 - it was ultimate. Just to let everyone know - Zoubek had a very good game last night - 10 points and was declared the MVP of the game. Haters of the world = DIE!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Robert Francis)-10:38</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It is a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">beautiful </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">day in K-Ville today! So sunny and -dare I say it- warm! I had to remove a couple layers. Last night was nice. Only one tent check at 12 and Hannah and I slept next to each other on the same air mattress as black tenting! How nostalgic! I woke up at approximately 8:38 and was like </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Where is everybody? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I slept quite well. After making a Valentine's cookie in the tent, (picture to come) I finished out my shift with Maggie visiting the Fortress. Brandon came at 10 and we saw mason heading into Cameron. Then Maggie and I went to get breakfast at the Great Hall </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">where we saw Mason again! When we got our food and threw it away. AND THEN Maggie sat next to him on the bus going to East! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It's safe to say that we're being followed. We've been expecting something like this ever since...yeah. Nevermind. Anyhow, I returned and relieved Brandon half an hour early. Now I am enjoying the lovely weather. Last night and today are also my last few hours of blue tenting. I have enjoyed it immensely even though I have only slept in the tent 3 nights during blue. That makes in 4 black, 3 blue, and 2(scheduled) white tenting nights. 9 overall. Gotta love it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 10:57</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Speaking of being followed by a Plumlee, Miles Plumlee is most definitely following me. I went into the Great Hall to eat breakfast after my Math recitation (which is one of the stupidest ideas ever. the recitation. not the breakfast.). I walked through Alpine, and I see none other than Miles Plumlee. He was sitting with 2 unmemorable, nondescript girls. Because I don't remember what they look like except that one of them was blond. Miles had his white Apple Macbook out. There was a Word Document open with what looked like 5 short lines typed. He seemed stuck and trying to figure out what to write.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I found Jonathan and ate with him in the Great Hall. I still can't believe his hair.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Then, as I was about to go onto a bus back to East, I turned my head to the left. And I see a tall person. Miles Plumlee. Again. I decide to go into the middle door of the bus instead of the front. Because that's where he was. I need to give him a taste of his own medicine. Seriously. Stalking people isn't good. So I "stalked" him onto the bus. I sat across from him and watched him eat his bagel. It looked like there were 2 sausage patties, some egg, and some cheese in his bagel. The bagel was one of those speckled bagels. I don't know what that's called. He was eating that bagel with authority. That bagel didn't know what hit it. Just like that tent check. About 6 bites later, his bagel vanished. I didn't actually count. But judging by the size of the bagel and the size of his mouth, I'd estimate about 6 bites.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Then, after we got onto East, he quickly went into Carr. I assume that's when he figured out that I figured out that he was stalking me. So he stopped. Yeah.</span></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-83029955624725130592010-02-17T19:04:00.008-05:002010-03-04T16:23:14.663-05:00Wednesday 2/17<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Esther Showalter) - 19:05</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So about 20 minutes after I was scoffing at how not cold it was last night, cold happened. It felt like within two minutes, the temperature dropped 10 degrees. Even the weather reads our blog - and is out to get us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Also, line monitors are apparently lurking outside the IM gym and calling tent checks in order to catch cheaters in K-Ville. Good thing the Fortress is full of such upstanding people that they never get caught cheating. Because they never do. Yeah.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Also, I think I accidentally cheated on the Maryland game. I got in and realized everyone had pink wristbands, but I'd never gotten one because I'd come from my dorm to the line just a few minutes before they let people in. I didn't realize you were supposed to be there for a while before the game started. Let that be a lesson: if you cut corners with Tenting and Walk-up Lining, then you lose out on the cool wristbands.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It was cold today! Good luck to everyone in the tent tonight!</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin AND Robert Francis) - 23:23</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">LIKE OH SNAP ITS HAPPENING AGAIN!!1!11ONE!!!!1 - That's right folks, ANOTHER </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">double</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> blog! Can you believe it I sure can't!- The people in the tent right next to us are talking about gaining 400 pounds. What a fatty. He apparently "packed away so much food at the Marketplace tonight" (Person from next Tent). I even cited her with MLA format!! - I'm going to flip into the third person so that we may keep our identities secret. As soon as Robert arrived (Esther had covered Robert's shift for Robert as Robert was late), Robert saw Tim, the only remaining member of the Fortress playing Knock-Out. It became obvious quite quickly that Tim was going to win - Duh! - so Robert convinced Tim to intentionally miss a shot in order to deceive the opponent - Tim missed a shot intentionally in order to deceive the opponent. - Now, they can't accuse Tim of cheating or being more than human. - Robert and Tim then decided to get water. While Robert and Tim were getting water, someone asked Robert and Tim if Robert and Tim wanted hot chocolate. Hannah thinks that Robert and Tim are stealing her thunder. - (See above post). Anyways, Robert and Tim got to the water fountain, but it turned out to be WARM! - That is such an ABOMINABLE ABOMINATION OF ABOMINABLE ABOMINABILITY!! - And then the water got hot. Robert was holding Robert's hand under it, and it was too hot to leave Robert's hand there. - Hannah is being impatiently impatient and without patience impatiently and wanting to watch American Idol. So Robert and Tim are going to watch that now. - Bye. I love you!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Hannah Smith)- 23:58</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This is my first post ever!! Tonight Cameron was sick so Tim decided to take his place. Stupid food poisoning. Matt Gay and Maggie Howell came to visit us and we took lots of pictures. You should ask Maggie about one of the... it's fantastic. We played knock out, but we decided to concede because the Fortress is obviously the best and we don't want everyone to hate us and to trash our tent. Robert and Tim were offered hot chocolate, but they were stupid and refused. The tent is cold, did they forget that fact? Anyway, that's all from me!</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~</span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)</span></span></span></span></p></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"My clothes make me look like a hobo." ~Maggie</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Please, look at my color scheme. I look like a toasted marshmallow!" ~Hannah</span></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613750030046306079.post-74673710380312902542010-02-16T12:33:00.014-05:002011-12-05T13:08:26.095-05:00Tuesday 2/16<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Robert Francis)-12:33</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Yay!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Happy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Mardi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Gras!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I don't know what's happening in the tent because no one will update and I am not in the tent! Come on people! Remember when we used to blog about every time we </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">sneezed</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">? Those were the golden days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Anyway. I missed 40 minutes of my tent shift today because my not-to-be trusted memory failed to remind me of my shift. Luckily Brandon stayed there for like an extra 40 minutes before sending a reminding text. So, no harm done, but a FAIL, none-the-less. Umm... I need to fill space in the blog (since no one else will). So everyone how was last night? Descibe your experience in detail. You can even exaggerate or flat out lie! I don't care, but I need to hear about it. We must remain vigilant. The Fortress cannot be boring!!! I've noticed our 'The Fortress' label on the side of the tent could use some touch ups. So...we could do that... I recently found out that Thursday people can get grace by going to Shooters! Yay? This whole grace non-sense it getting crazy. Yeah...so go you people on Thursday! SHOOTERS!!!!! Whoo! Um I bought some Duke sweatpants today! They're grey and say 'DUKE'. I am also pondering on whether it would be worthwhile to invest in a basketball jersey. They aren't </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">that</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> much and I could use it at all the games...We'll see.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And about our ski trip this weekend, what are we doing to make up for the hours/nights we miss? Have we re-checked all of this with Zach since blue tenting has started to make sure he remembers? If not, we should. Well...that's all I got. Happy Fat Tuesday! Eat lots o' unhealthy food!</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; ">(Jonathan) - 13:05<br />Some crazy fool cut off all my hair! You just never can tell who you can trust these days. Also, my hat is missing! Where did it go? Who knows. Actually, let me rephrase that: who knows? It's small and looks a lot like a black North Face hat with grey stripes, mainly because it really is a small, black North Face hat with grey stripes. And, yes, I do spell "grey" correctly, glad you appreciate good English. We'll have none of this ugly "gray" rubbish around here (and by " around here," I mean around the Fortress Blog, which, yes, does rule out anyone who's reading the blog from being near some instance of the linguistic catastrophe that is "gray"). Now, hopefully that sentence made a small bit of sense, since I am really about to use my two cents to use a couple of homophonic, and in the upcoming instance, homographic, terms in every sense I could possibly imagine, rendering this present sentence into what I am very afraid must seem a lot of nonsense. And why did I waste all of spring semester writing that sentence? Who knows.Anyway, find my hat, and what the heck tent 52? Are you seriously getting a shout out from Zach White when the Fortress is not? What? Guys, this is a problem that needs fixing.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Laura Ezell) - 13:19</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Other tents may get shout outs, but it's our blog that the head line monitor's mother reads to stay updated on what's going on in Kville. And let's face it, that's way cooler than one shout-out.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Lewis Purcell) -14:32</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We should blog more. And Claire's mom agrees. Anyways, last night was epic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I came to K-ville cuz I heard fox would be there, but they weren't. Cam, Nick and I were grappling for fun on the side of some stairs cuz we were waiting for the tent check that would never come. And then fox came around the corner; I was like "Hey, did you guys see the sign up there for Coach K's birthday" and thus our story begins. Essentially they interviewed us and filmed us grappling and they even went into the fortress to interview us. It was epic.</span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Tim Lin) - 18:55</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ok...I haven't been here in a while. I will start with Sunday night.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Zach White called a talent show. Winner was supposed to get grace. Among all the displays of talent, I feel as if Robert/Laura and me had the best talents. Duh. They're double cartwheel that they learned in 30 seconds was pretty epic. And my foot-jumping ability is unmatched. Actually not really. Apparently, it's a </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc9nTDtXI08#t=0m30s"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">legit dance move</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. Watch that whole thing. It's crazy. Quest Crew is so cool.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Unfortunately, the talent show gave everybody grace because Zach White couldn't decide just one tent to give grace to. I didn't even have to tap into my hidden talents (In case you're wondering, I can do the wave with my thumbs and say the alphabet backwards. Yeah, I know you're jealous.). If I were to give second place to someone, I would give it to the guy who could name the start and end city of every interstate highway in the United States. That must have taken some dedication to memorize...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Last night was interesting. I was planning to sleep early. Which I did. I was woken up at 12:15ish. Because Hannah told me there was a tent check. It turns out the Fortress was being filmed by a guy from Fox. That was cool. He got into the Fortress and asked us questions there. I'm pretty sure my response to one of his questions made no sense at all. I feel like Sarah Palin.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">AND I participated in my first daytime tent check today. It wasn't as invigorating as I thought it would be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Run Baby Run. Don't ever look back..."</span></div></div></span><br /></span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Esther Showalter) - 23:26</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So Claire came down with the flu (and Cameron, too, I hear) so I'm in the tent tonight. And, yet again, Linear Algebra is haunting my tenting nights. I'm not sure if Linear Algebra is making Tenting more exciting and interesting or if Tenting is making Linear Algebra more fun to work through. They're becoming very closely associated, though.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It's actually kind of warmer tonight, which means my fingers haven't frozen yet from typing this post. I'm also becoming very attached to the nook next to the power outlet outside of Wilson. The muffled voices of gruntled and disgruntled tenters drift out to you over the sidewalk and occasional non-initiates walk by and scoff at/ooh and aah at everyone in the tents and air mattress inflators come up from time to time to plug in their pumps. It's so mellow, in fact, that I can't think of even one snarky thing to say. Sorry for the disappointment, dear readers!</span></div></div></div>The Fortresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722020286839324854noreply@blogger.com1