Just recording this for posterity:
So Debbie, the director of the Raptor Center, called me into the office the other day to have "a serious discussion." She said that she had received a call from the management of the dorms, who had in turn received a complaint about my room. Apparently they had reported that the person living in N103 had been coming home drunk (plausible) at 3 in the morning (hmmmm...), playing his music way too loud (that doesn't sound like...), and running around banging on peoples windows late at night (wait.... what?). I immediately started to laugh, thinking that it was obviously a joke. But then Debbie said very seriously, "How do you respond to these claims?" So I tried my best to put on my serious face and tell her that there is no possible way that could be me. It actually took some convincing her that the person either had the wrong room number, or were completely making the whole thing up. I think what did it was the fact that I am far too boring for people to complain about.

Ha

A quick story that doesn't quite fit into a facebook update or tweet:

So there is this one fairly popular trail in Sitka that goes up Gavin and at the top there is a small cabin that is free for anyone to stay in. It was built by the search and rescue guys because they have to airlift lots of people off this trail every year [almost including me :-(]. So last time I went up there I left my Hungary flask, full of Jim Beam, in the cabin. As soon as I remembered, I despaired that the very next person would take it, which I would actually totally understand since there was still about three feet of snow on the ground, and Jim Beam is a great insulator. Then, two weeks later, my coworker Zach climbs up Gavin. He asks two people walking down if they happened to notice a flask in the shelter. They reponded "Yeah, and we really wanted to take it, but didn't because it said 'Hungary' on it." So he gets to the top of the hill and, lo and behold, the flask is still there.... and it's still full of bourbon! So hooray!

I think I have figured out why I hate packing early. It mostly is because I have a deep-seated mistrust for past selves. If I pack all at once just before I go, I can remember everything I packed, and know that it is all there. If packed a week ago, I just have to trust that week-ago-Reece remembered to pack everything. Thing is, past Reeces are usually morons. They have always done the stupidest crap and I am continuously cleaning up after their moronicness. So since I can't trust week-ago-Reece, I just pack everything over again.
This might be why I procrastinate so much also. Why do this problem set today, when tomorrow-Reece, being a whole day older and wiser, is vastly more qualified? I'll probably just make a lot of mistakes that future Reece will have to correct. Better just let him do the whole thing himself.

Overheard in Great Clips

'....so then the doctor told him that he's just one drink away from cirrhosis. He's only nineteen for christsake! And then my dumbass mother in law gets him a sixpack for graduation and I say "What are you, crazy?" So then I get my .45 pistol, bring the six pack into the front yard, and shoot about twenty holes in it and say "Yeah you try to drink that now, idiot."'

I love the south sometimes.

Found poetry in my invert notes:

Dioecious broadcast spawners
huge gonads
Also asexual repro

Crynoids have no gonads
Crynoids brood their young

take away starfish: community crashes

One of Many Reasons I was Kicked out of Sunday School

So since my parents are probably selling the Raleigh house, I have to go through all my amassed stuff to decide what I want to keep. Here is a great look into the mind of 6th grade Reece: an enumeration of Christian Values I was supposed to draw up for a Sunday School class. If I remember correctly, the date puts it just before I was kicked out.

Lesson learned: Never let down your guard.
Where I've learned this lesson: Everywhere

When bored, do homework -- School
Play fair, but don't expect others to -- ???
Be prepared -- Boy Scouts
The biggest the risk, the bigger the reward -- Boba Fett
Logic is the most effective weapon -- experience (maybe the only one that I don't find true now)
Never hit people smaller than you -- brother
NEVER underestimate the little guy -- Don't ask
If you don't understand and don't need to, don't try to -- experience (I think I remember putting this down when the teach said to write a Christian value)
NEVER follow the crowd -- " "


I also remember having just learned how to do bibliographies, thus the quotation marks.
I am always struck at just how awesome 6th grade Reece was.

Errrrr yeah. So I'm in Alaska now. Once again, if anyone still reads this drop me a line or I'll just delete it.