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Here we go, I’m going to start the first of many blog entries I’ll write having to do with my current trip to Tokyo. To summarize, I’m here working on researching stuff for my summer job. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be top secret or whatever, so I’m not going to go into much detail. Plus it’s boring to write about work, so I won’t focus too much on that here. Ideally, I’ll write everyday, but that won’t happen, so I’ll just try to summarize things between posts. Maybe I’m trying to make this blog more accessible and worth reading to people who don’t know me. I guess I could have some interesting insights on life in Japan? And by that I mean I like wasting money in arcades and wasting money on things like Dragonball Z keychains. Like what I’m writing? Don’t? Comment either way, even if it’s just to say hey. Might as well.

So on to what we’ll call Day Zero. I was at home in St. Louis for less than 35 hours before I left for the airport. With my flight to Houston being at 7:40AM on Monday morning, I was planning on leaving for the airport with my Dad around 5:30. Around 1AM, I decided I should stop watching News Radio with my brother and start packing. Around 4, I was not even halfway packed and thus went into a panic. It got even worse when my Dad woke up at 5, and I realized I wasn’t done yet. What followed was the fastest packing session ever, pretty much me just throwing stuff I thought I should take into my two suitcases and backpack. Somehow, I managed to do it pretty well, and even had time to take a 5 minute shower before hitting the road. Must be a record or something for me. After waiting around 45 minutes in the line to get through security at St. Louis Lambert Airport, I was on my way to Houston. It was a small plane, and I had a seat that was both a window AND aisle seat (only 1 seat on my side, 2 across the aisle). Things weren’t too bad, although St. Louis was already hot, and the plane was sitting there for a while without the air conditioning on because I think the plane’s battery was dead or something. Who knows. Either way, we were about 15 or 20 minutes delayed which had me worried because I had less than an hour scheduled to catch my flight to Tokyo. Slept the entire way, got off and went as quickly as possible from 1 terminal to another, with a tram ride in-between, and made it as my flight to Tokyo was boarding. So we’re set for now.

I don’t remember flying Continental in recent history, and for some reason I had a pre-conceived notion that it was a ghetto airline. I was somewhat wrong, which was good, as the plane was a standard nice 747 with decent seats and the personal TV with video game controller built into every seat. I had a window seat, with a Japanese chick with the artsy glasses on the aisle and an old guy in between us. Soon after taking off, within 30 minutes I learned 3 important things about this old guy, who somewhat reminded me of John Locke from Lost:

1. He was British, or from somewhere near there. I could tell this by his accent.
2. He was an alcoholic. I could tell this because although drinks were not free ($5 a pop), he ordered at least 6 by the time our first meal was served. Again, they were not free, and this isn’t a party, so I don’t understand his thinking.
3. He was decaying. I could tell this because he smelled like death. You know how some old people just SMELL like old people? This guy did times like 1000, which was not comfortable to sit next to. I don’t know if it was just his old man B.O. or his breath after 6 drinks, but he smelled like death.

So that’s all for Locke. As for me, I spent most of the trip either sleeping, listening to my fancy new iPod, or doing both. I made the mistake early on of not replying to the stewardess when she asked “Would you like anything to drink?” because I was still taking my earbuds out. Of course, this went to make her assume I didn’t speak English, so she asked me in Japanese. I figured whatever, and ordered in Japanese back at her. Big mistake. The rest of the flight she assumed I was Japanese, which I suppose I could have corrected, but I was afraid she’d get mad or something. On a related note, what in the world happened to stewardesses? Didn’t they used to be hot, like back in the 80’s? I thought so at least. Nowadays, every American airline I’ve been on has had the oldest, grumpiest, frumpiest stewardesses you could ever imagine. What in the world happened? Are these the same stewardesses that used to represent men’s airline fantasies, only aged 20 or 30 years now? Asian airlines don’t seem to be as bad, but it’s still getting worse and worse every year. If you ever happen to get a flight attendant nowadays who is under the age of 30, it’s probably a dude, which just doesn’t do it for me.

I slept pretty much the first 8 hours of a 12 hour flight, which was great because it’s the best way to pass time. I listened to my iPod the rest of the time and we finally touched down around 2PM Japan time on August 1st. Went through customs fairly quickly, having to wait in line only 15 minutes or so. If I would have gotten to the customs line 10 minutes later, I would have had to wait behind an entire flight from China or something, and it would have taken over an hour. I’m glad I booked it all the way off the plane. After all that, got my luggage and a ticket for the Limousine Bus, which cost 3000 yen (a little under $30) but goes straight to my hotel. I had only about 10 minutes to catch the bus, so I called my parents real quick and got on the next ride, which was almost another 2 hours of sitting and traveling. Along the way I zoned out until we started driving through Makuhari, which finally kicked in to my brain that I was back in Japan. We drove past all sorts of places and stuff I know, which was sweet. Finally arrived in the Shinjuku area, and I had some major deja vu of Spring break in Tokyo 2004. I remember the last day of the trip getting up early and walking around the station before anything was open. But either way, I finally got dropped off at the Keio Plaza and checked in. The only downside was that there were 1400 JET orientation people at the hotel, so the elevators took forever. Once I got to my room, I unpacked and got settled into my room, which you can see part of here.

I’ll try to post some pictures with the blog entries for this trip, since I know I’m too lazy to actually make albums (if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t posted any new pics since March).

I’m writing this blog entry from an airplane. I just finished up my first ever (and too short) stint in Las Vegas. To wrap up this scheme in general, since Pat and I are doing an independent study through the Journalism school, part of it was that it would be beneficial to go to the National Association of Broadcasters’ Conference, which just so happens to be held in Las Vegas. Sounds like an educational experience to me! J-school decided to support us, and sent us out there expenses paid. We stayed at Caesar’s Palace, which is the biggest hotel I’ve ever been in (mainly because it has like a mall, casinos, restaurants, and a bunch of nightclubs inside of it. We both flew out on Thursday night, and unfortunately I could only stay until this evening (Saturday) before commitments in Canada called me away. However, here is a post summarizing my trip to Vegas and all that fun stuff. Unfortunately, my original plans of waiting until Pat was so drunk he would willingly marry a hooker didn’t work out, which is a shame because that would have been the greatest story ever told.

First night in Vegas, go from the airport to the hotel/Palace. When you first get the Vegas, the airport seems the same as any other place, a bit ghetto even. As soon as our shuttle approached Las Vegas Boulevard (“The Strip”), it was Neon City. And you thought Tokyo was ridiculous. I think everything that could be made of lights and neon was done just that way, and they have giant video screens everywhere and every building has a theme pretty much. Think of it as a Japanese Love Hotel district on crack. On The Strip alone, and just of the ones I walked to/by/in, I saw a pyramid, the Arc d’Triumph, the Eifel Tower, a pirate ship, the rainforest, an Arabian castle, and of course Caesar’s Palace has its own Colosseum in which you can try and fight Sephiroth and then not win. Also of note is the hotel “Wynn,” named after rich-as-balls-and-not-shy-about-it Steve Wynn, who didn’t seem to have a specific theme to his new massive hotel, instead just trying to go with the theme “I have more money than your entire state does.” The Wynn is an enormous metallic black building with video screen surrounding it, the word “Wynn” written in giant gold letters on the side of it (seriously dude, we know you’re rich, you don’t have to put your name on everything), and also the backyard of the place is the famous 18-hole Sands golf course. Pretty much every decently-expensive hotel/casino on The Strip had a ridiculous theme, which was carried out moderately throughout the rest of the place.

We met up with Pat’s friends Neil and Josh when we were in line to check in, and also there was some Korean TV show taping a scene in the lobby of Caesar’s. I don’t know what show it was, but thank god Pe Yonjun wasn’t in it or I would probably be in jail for attempted murder right now. Anyway, I think the star of the show (or at least of this scene) was the only Korean guy in the shots, with a bunch of American extras and other minor characters. The crew had 3 huge and tall lights, a nice camera (possibly a HD), and 1 shotgun mic for the whole thing. The Korean guy might be some kind of famous man-idol, but he was definitely not a good actor. I think they only shot 2 scenes in the lobby; one of people walking through a gateway, and the other of the Korean guy coming up and confronting some white chick. It was supposed to be a serious scene or something, but the guy kept cracking up every time. I seriously think it took them like 10 takes to actually get the guy to make it through without breaking character. After what seemed to be a very long check in process, I went up to my room in the Roman Tower. Wow. This room was amazing (I’ll post some pics later). It had a HUGE bathroom with 2 sinks, a shower area, a toilet area, and frosted glass doors for each of these sections. Then the actual sleeping area of the room had a giant king sized bed with a mirror above it (OK this was kind of sketch), 2 easy chairs, a nice wardrobe that had the TV in it, and a freaking Jacuzzi about 6 feet from the bed. It was in the bedroom. Who the heck does that? I seriously felt like I was in a love hotel at that point. I also had a huge window view with a non-accessible patio that had a nice view of the Strip, and a direct view at the Flamingo casino. I was so paranoid about how awesome the room was, that I called the front desk to make sure they were charging me what they said there were. Sure enough, it was right. Pat says that his room (that him and his 2 friends used) was pretty close, but they didn’t have the Jacuzzi in the bedroom. Hoo-ah!

First night out, we all were playing in the casinos downstairs. Mainly (and for the entire trip), I played video poker and some video slot machines. Didn’t really want to get ambitious, and didn’t want to lose a lot of money. Beginner’s luck must have been present though, since playing those video games the first night I won about $80. That helped fund pretty much the rest of the Vegas trip. We also walked all over the place that night, in fact way too much. We walked at least a few miles I’d say, although it was really cool to see what Vegas is all about. I felt either too young or too old to be there, but it’s a cool city regardless. The next morning, we woke up and checked out NAB. I unfortunately am already leaving before the conference exhibits start on Monday, which I’m really disappointed in (even more than missing out on gambling more), since everything looks pretty amazing. I did get to attend 2 days of the Post Production Conference, which was awesome because the first day I got to learn the basics to Flash and After Effects, 2 programs I’ve been meaning to get to. These were the “Boot Camp’ classes they provided; pretty much 3 hour lectures to teach you all the basics of certain programs. Really cool. I wish school were like that, actually teaching something interesting and practical. I went to a session this morning that was just talking about field shoot gadgets, which was really awesome also. I’m a huge nerd, but still a lot of the people there (professionals, I guess you would call most of them) are even bigger dorks, so I don’t feel that bad.

We went to “Dishes” the giant buffet at Treasure Island casino. I do have to admit, at first when I saw the $26 price, I was a little daunted, but it was well worth the cost. This was probably the biggest and best buffet I have ever seen, up there to compete with the Yakiniku buffet in Chicago (which I will write about sometime soon, in my Nova post). They had stations that each were like a mini-buffet in themselves. There was a sushi one, a pizza one, a BBQ one (with prime rib), a seafood (shrimp and crab legs) one, a made-to-order pasta one, salad one, and one that I think just had awesome side dishes. The food was all amazing, and I ate way too much. What was the killer, though, was the dessert section. These were gourmet desserts for sure. I had a chocolate mousse that was about 10000 times too sweet to eat on a regular basis. They also had cotton candy, crème brulee, ice cream, cupcakes, mini donuts, and a few other specialty cakes and stuff. Definitely the best desserts I’ve ever eaten. I think with those desserts, the 4 of us were all admittedly defeated. It was a long hike back to the Palace, but well worth it.

I really wish that NAB and the Mantech Conference that I’m going to work in Vancouver weren’t during the same week, since I would have been able to spend a few more days in Vegas. But I’m at least getting paid in Vancouver. Overall though, Vegas wasn’t too bad at all. With my casino winnings the first night, I was able to gamble, eat, and travel for a lot cheaper than my per diem payment that the J-school is going to be giving me. So overall, a net gain for Vegas! I’ll bet not everyone can say that, haha.

It might not seem like it, but I usually try to avoid doing completely IUSTV blog entries. There are a bunch of reasons for this, mainly that I think it’s boring for everyone else reading (all 3 of you), and even more boring for someone who’s not in IUSTV or doesn’t go to IU. This time, however, I am making an exception and writing completely about IUSTV related stuff. Feel free to stop reading now if you want, it won’t hurt my feelings.

Around the middle of spring semester LAST year, I had doubts about whether or not I would take over as the head of IUSTV. I had been with the organization pretty much since operations started (the news pilot), and most people assumed I would step up and take over for Kieran. I did, of course, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to take over at the beginning, with reasons being the massive time commitment, wanting to focus on getting better grades, and the thought of possibly staying on either as Programming Director or just as a show Producer/creator, just to name a few. I wasn’t even completely sure if I was going to stay actively involved with IUSTV, because let’s face it, I dedicated a good chunk of my time to doing IUSTV related things and more free time seemed very tempting. Another reason in the back of my mind was probably the whole “following up a legend” situation, since it’s hard for someone to follow up the Godfather and builder of an empire like IUSTV. You’re bound to be compared and measured against your predecessor.

As a side note: can you imagine how weird and different things would have been if I HAD decided to stay on only as programming director, or a producer? What if I had quit IUSTV altogether? If my life were a sitcom, this would be a great special episode.

A year later, I can say that I made one of the best decisions for myself ever by becoming Executive Director, and I’m pretty happy with the advancements, growth, and progress that I’ve been able to lead over the past year. IUSTV has moved into a brand new office, grown staff size to over 300, doubled our programming lineup, and made huge movements in establishing ourselves as part of IU and Bloomington (off-campus broadcasts aren’t far away). As I said this morning in an interview about IUSTV for Bill and Ashley Thoms’ class project, even if I never end up working in TV, this has been one of the greatest experiences I could have ever hoped to have while at college.

Although things have been going pretty great, I think one of the biggest challenges that I and the other execs are going to face between now and the end of the semester is finding our successors. Right now, it’s impossible for me to say exactly who will compose the Exec board next Fall. I suppose that I should feel really nervous about this, but it just seems like something that will fall into place. I know some people are REALLY nervous about this. A week ago, I was worried about who would apply for/become Programming Director. I’m not anymore. I’m not worried really about the other exec positions either. The only one that is a bit up in the air is my successor, the one who will become Executive Director of IUSTV.

The big difference this time around compared to last year is having a pool of obvious successors. Even though going from last year to now was a big transition because Kieran was leaving and all, it honestly was somewhat obvious who would be taking over as execs: there was a very strong group of rising seniors to take over the organization at this time last year. We don’t have that at all this year. I suppose that again, I was maybe the most obvious person to rise up last year. I’ve had to say several times over the past few weeks that in many ways, I was the “heir to IUSTV.” I really don’t mean to sound full of myself, but for the three years before this, I was kind of trained in most aspects of IUSTV. The jump for me to become Executive Director was not a shock at all. For MY replacement, however, the one I’m looking for at the moment, there is no one “obvious” to make the jump. This is the big difference, and also what is worrying a lot of people. People don’t like surprises.

What if I were to take someone with very little experience, and spend the next 2 months molding and training them to take on my responsibilities and duties? I think I can do it, and it will probably happen (it kind of has to). If anything, there will be a lot of things to teach and pass on, since right now there are a lot of things that only I know how to do. This isn’t really technical things; everyone knows how to edit, everyone knows how to send out a mass e-mail, and anyone can sort applications into teams. I guess there are a good number of things that I do right now that no one else does simply because I’ve BEEN HERE for the past 3 years to do it. Hopefully with training, I can have my successor ready to deal with all the stuff that comes up all the time. IUSTV e-mails alone probably eat up an hour or so of my daily routine.

I’m starting to ramble now, but that’s OK. Applications for my position were due today, and I received only 2. I can’t say I’m horribly surprised by this. I’ve been trying to work and implement this Executive Succession Plan since January, and I think it’s done a decent job of finding exec applicants for next year. At least, it found some good applicants for the other exec positions. I never tried dealing with, I suppose, preparing people for the seemingly exponential jump from “average 1 or 2 day a week IUSTV staff member” to “Anthony is in the office every day of the week.” Maybe that’s why we have applicants for all the exec positions except mine. In a way, that’s true I guess, although I wish it didn’t seem that way to everyone. True, I have dedicated maybe the majority of my time (certainly more than I spend on academics) to IUSTV. I don’t get paid for this. I don’t get paid for any other job because I don’t have time. I honestly don’t know why I bother with this all sometimes, except for “the love of the game.” I love what I do at IUSTV, and it’s hard to replicate this kind of dedication without having 3 years of prerequisite IUSTV work to lead up to it.

Again, I guess the most difficult and important thing for me to do this year as Executive Director is find my replacement. That’s the moral and point of this post. It will be different than last year, which isn’t neccesarily a bad thing. Give me a few weeks and I’ll have my apprentice selected. Then training will begin.

There was no target audience in mind for this blog post. Most of it was probably just for myself to read back later on and say “wow, that’s what I was thinking before so-and-so became my successor.” Comments would be great, you know, especially if you took the time to read all this chickenscratch.

Saturday morning I had to wake up around 7AM, which was 2 hours or so after I went to sleep. Why would I break my seeming 1-month or longer streak of waking up really really late? To get IUSTV funding for next year, and hopefully more, that’s why! Brian and I had the Committe for Fee Review hearing (CFR) in the Union at 9AM sharp. Without boring my blog-fans (ha, HA) too much with the details, we have to present to this committee of students how much money IUSTV needs for next year, and why. It’s based on a system of student activity fees, which everyone at IU has to pay. This fee is split up among a whole bunch of different organizations, departments, etc on campus, and that’s how a lot of places are funded. IUSTV currently gets 64 cents. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s 64 cents per student per semester, which means this year we got about $54,000.000. Quite a nice chunk of change. We proposed increasing that to a dollar (so that we would get almost $75,000.00) for next year. We’ll see how that turns out in a month or two. Recommendations go from the CFR to the school’s dean to the chancellor (I guess provost now, since the whole chain of command just got overhauled), then to the Board of Trustees who make the final call.

Enough of that. After the hearing, ate breakfast at the Village Deli on Kirkwood, which I’ve only been to once before with TomSOB. I had the world’s largest breakfast burrito I think, and it was awesome. Afterwards I goofed around at home and at the office until the evening, went to sleep finally, and got up later for some TAIKO fun! That’s right, I bought the Taiko game for PS2. Nick brought his drum over and we played for a few hours. Seriously, one of the most fun games ever I think. It’s like DDR, but you play a Japanese-style drum. It’s a lot more fun than I’m making it out to be. I also have about 5 Japanese versions of the game, all with different songs, so the $30 I paid for the American game and drum controller was well worth it I think (yes, I actually bought a real PS2 game! miracle!

Quick deep thought for the night: have you ever thought about your family reading your blog? I’m not talking about your family right now. I’m talking about your family about 20 or 30 years from now. Considering that everything on the internet is pretty much archived or saved somewhere indefinitely, and internet indexing is becoming more sophisticated and powerful all the time (I mean, come on, look at Google compared to Yahoo from a few years ago), by the time we’re old and have families, it will probably be just a button press away to find anything and everything pertaining to you from anytime after the early 1990’s. This includes blog entries people. Your blog is public on the internet, which means whether you know it or not, it’s been saved and archived in a whole bunch of computers all over the world. Saved means it is/will be indexed, and viewable later on. Even much later.

I don’t know where I’m going with this thought, but it popped into my head earlier tonight when I was driving home. My blog is pretty boring and more just like something I use to keep track of what I do. Most likely, I’ll have a family and kids and stuff one day (as will most of you), so just wait for the day that they go “Hey, I found your blog from when you were in college. Were you seriously that much of a dork?” My kids won’t probably really ask that, because I’ll still be watching Kamen Rider and playing video games whether they like it or not, and the answer will be obvious. So in any case, in the ironic event that my kids are reading this exact blog post sometime in the year 202x (haha, like in Megaman), then HI KIDS BE GOOD MAKE ME SOME COOKIES.

Yeah, now all of you reading this are thinking about this concept, aren’t you? Thinking about what you’ve written, posted, alluded to, and saying to yourself in GOB fashion “I’ve made a huge mistake.” Not to make you paranoid or anything at all. I have given your mind a jumpstart and at least for a little bit, and you’re starting to think like I do: completely random and absolutely genius. I think of stuff like this all the time; welcome to the jungle. I’m joking, I’m not that arrogant.

I really want to play some Taiko right now, since I successfully obtained Japanese version 6 which just came out last month. It has a bunch of (obviously) current songs, like the Gorie song, Numa Numa (haha yes of internet fame), Matsuken Samba III, and even the gay ending theme to Magiranger. I’m afraid of waking and pissing off the neighbors below and next to me, considering its 2AM and I would be beating on a plastic drum in my living room. I guess I’ll just keep watching Detective Conan like I’ve been doing for the past hour (it’s a Special!). GOODNIGHT FUTURE KIDS LETS GO FOR A RIDE IN THE HOVER CAR TOMORROW.

I’m sitting at my house in St. Louis, watching MSNBC with my parents. I don’t really think I’ve sat and watched daytime television in a very long time. This channel must also be aimed towards old people, because one thing sticks out from watching TV any other time of the day: the HORRIBLE commercials. In about 30 minutes, I’ve seen some of the worst and most ridiculous commercials I’ve seen in the past 22 years and 5 days (note, that’s how long it’s been since I was born). And yes, this includes Japanese commercials, which are also retarded but amusing at the same time.

First one that sticks out was one of those generic law firm commercials, which says they cover personal injury law. Castle Law is the one that they always play in Indiana I think, with the really pissed off old guy. Maybe Keller & Keller? Anyways, I saw one today with the exact same set, script, graphics, and everything. Except instead of the pissed off old guy, it was WILLIAM SHATNER. Come on! (said in the Arrested Development GOB voice). Who is going to call a law firm just because James T. Kirk is pitching it? That’s right, stupid gullible old people. Poor old people who watch this stuff all day. All of these commercials are targeted to screw the old people. They don’t even try to make their commercials good, because they know they’re gonna hook some old people either way. I also saw a hip replacement commercial, weight loss plans, joint replacement, and about a million other health/medicine/life insurance ones. Still waiting on the viagra one.

The one that was the worst, and prompted me to write this blog, was for a little device called the Pasta Express. The fat lady in the commercial promises that it will make cooking pasta (also vegetables and more!) so much easier. Thank goodness! Because it’s so freaking hard to boil water and make noodles. I do it about 3 times a week and I’m not complaining. And I complain a lot. So let me try and summarize this modern marvel.

First, you take the plastic device, that looks like a tall plastic tube, and put your pasta, vegetables, human heads, whatever, into it. Then you boil water (in what, who knows), and pour it into the tube. Wow. Don’t ask me why you wouldn’t just boil water and pour in your pasta (ie, the NORMAL way). So let’s keep going with this wonder device. After pouring in your water, and scalding yourself in the process, you put a plastic strainer lid on the top of the tube. Then you put another lid on top of that, and watch as your pasta time-lapse cooks and becomes limp (no joke inserted here, it would be too easy). Then when you’re pasta is done, you take off the first lid, and shake out the water with the AMAZING plastic strainer lid. Note that since the lid likely sucks, and is getting pushed with a whole plastic tube full of pasta, your pasta will likely fall into the sink, wasting your $20 and also your $2 box of linguini. If you somehow keep your noodles in the tube and strain the water out, then you can take off the strainer lid and pour your pasta onto a plate.

That’s that. You can also pour sauces, butter, cheese, etc into the thing and really mess up your strainer lid. But that’s not important (nor the point). No, this product is made for old people who are easily fooled by the time lapse footage and think this device is some kind of magic time trap that will cook your pasta in 10 seconds like the commercial showed. Can you imagine pouring boiling water into a skinny plastic tube (and actually making it all in?), then expecting it to cook a tube that is completely full of dry spaghetti, and waiting an hour while the water cools off and you’re left with a tube of half-cooked pasta. Yay.

Old people: since I know so many of you read my blog here at TheLeong.com, please listen to my wise advice. Don’t order anything from daytime TV infomercials, let alone this pasta tube. It won’t cook your noodles, you will scald your hands, and you will be left limp and unsatisfied (I’m talking about the pasta, you perverts).

The other day I was walking around in the business school, and I saw a group of people that I have seen before. It was the b-school’s tech department or something: about 5 adults (read: faculty/staff members) who were coming back from lunch. They were definitely not professors or anything, but went into the I.T. room if my memory serves me right (and I think it does).

This little cluster of people, however, had to have been the most blatantly dorky group of adults I have seen in a long time. They all were dressed in weird colored slacks with golf shirts, each had about 4 electronic gadgets in various holsters on their belts, and were talking about, well, dorky stuff. It got me thinking: those cliches that people always talk about from high school pretty much never go away. I don’t think when you’re in college you notice them too much; I mean, there are a few definite and broad groups/categories of people (which I will not go into here; that’s a whole other article, and a much longer one at that), but in general you are friends with and interact with a much more varied group of people as a college student.

When you graduate and get a job, however, I have a feeling that they might come back all over again. The b-school tech guys, I mean, were obviously the kinds of folks who throughout middle and high school probably didn’t have a lot of friends, probably liked dorky stuff like Magic cards and Star Trek (haha no offense Frank), never talked to girls, and in general, were losers. Hey, guess what? They still are. Using the business school as the first group of people, I have a feeling that pretty much every company/group/organization of adults (meaning, people out of college) has these cliches. Groups probably interact with each other in much the same way they do in high schools. I’ll bet the tech guys at the b-school don’t talk to a lot of the female young staff (maybe the equivalent of the hot girls). Maybe there are equivalents of the goth kids, the jocks, the artsy kids, the weird crazy ones, and the uppity hippy types. I’m not going to waste my or your time by trying to relate all the groups from high school into old people groups, but I think it’s just interesting to think about I guess. Another brainfart.