Of Corn Doggies

Today I'm just going to write about a few different random things that really aren't related to each other at all besides being correlated in time. Yesterday was 50 cent corn doggy day at Sonic so you know we took advantage of that. Three of us went to the Sonic in Provo and they told us they were out of corn doggies which was very disappointing. We went to another Sonic and they granted our request for 11 corn doggies which were joyfully consumed. I think Arctic Circle still might have the edge in the corn doggy department, but 50 cents is a deal that must be taken advantage of. 

Partially stemming from the prior discussion of french-type fry preferences (see Of Fries), I've decided to make a 32-team bracket to help determine what local restaurant has the best fries (at least per people's opinions via an Instagram story poll). I've asked for submissions and have more than enough for 32 but not for the full 64-team bracket. Most people who've sent in submissions have said McDonald's, so I'm curious if they'll remain on top after all 31 matchups. I had their fries a couple weeks ago and I was actually sort of disappointed. Perhaps there will be another future post about fries – either regarding the people's choices of best fries or after having tried the best fries ourselves to see if my Instagram following has good taste in regards to fries.

Last night CHI had Provo Rec all to ourselves, which was a joyous occasion. There were games of basketball, volleyball, pickleball, and even some spikeball going. Volleyball is such an interesting sport because I've watched it for years so I know a lot about the intricacies about the game (positioning, tactics, rotations, etc) but I've never really played it. I played on Jordan High's club team for one year, but none of us had ever played before so it was pretty low quality volleyball. Since I know the game so well, I naturally assumed I'd be able to step out on the court and play at a high level. It was kind of fun actually performing way under my own expectations and not being "the guy" on any of the teams I was on. I knew where to be on the court, but my sets were not as buttery as I hoped, my passing could have been better, I tipped too often instead of getting a solid swing on the ball, I completely whiffed on a balls perfectly set to me, and I think I had maybe one block the whole night. It gave me a whole new level of respect for the skills and the athleticism of collegiate volleyball players. They're just at a completely different level, and it'll be fun to watch them in person tomorrow night. 

Shoeman spent the last few weeks collecting materials to build a forge outside and melt sheets of copper down to pour into a mold for a desk weight. He spent the morning melting the copper down to molten metal (very impressed he succeeded in that task) but then the crucible was too hot for the tongs. The tongs would bend as he tried to extract the crucible to be able to pour into the mold. He's going to collect a few more materials and give it another shot soon. Needless to say, it's always exciting to see what ideas this fine roommate comes up with, and highly entertaining when he actually goes through with them.