I attended the U of O version of Singled Out. I competed in two rounds for a prize eighteen-year-old girl and dinner at the Olive Garden, but, needless to say, I didn't win either girl. (I did bring home a fabulous lint roller as a concession prize, though.) In the first round, I was eliminated in the category of phobias. The three choices were spiders & bugs, commitment, and heights. I chose heights, and that did me in. (Apparently, fear of commitment or of bugs is more desirable in a man.) In the second round, I lasted a bit longer but was ultimately done in by my haircut. The three choices were shaggy, clean cut, and military cut. Inexplicably, the girl eliminated all the clean cut guys. So here I am home alone in my dorm room. How tragic for me. Although some might argue that I really have no business dating anyone born after the Reagan administration.
In other news, I continue playing with my new netcam. It looks as though most of my readers are not as enthused by it as I am, but I'll continue with my little experiments anyway, and some of them will be blogged. I was hoping to eventually put up a feed of the interior of my room over a 24-hour period, so people could watch me studying and blogging and sleeping throughout the day. But aparently no one is interested enough to make it worthwhile.
Today I learned how to use the motion sensor. I aimed the camera out my window and had it shoot whenever it detected motion below. I got a lot of shots like this:
But in one frame I discovered a surprise visitor: