This past weekend was a great one for me. Well, it's not like I scored, got a job, or won the lottery, but it was still sorta OK.
This past weekend I finally and decisively crushed the intellectul dictatorship of my evil, degenerate so-called-parents (I doubt my lineage, since surely a person as great as me could not be a product of their anemic genepool). Yes, throughout most of my young life, my parents wielded a cranial monopoly over me, due in part to their advanced age. I have finally broken their hegemony of wisdom, however, and have demonstrated my superior mental abilities.
There were cracks before, of course, and it was only a matter of time before I overthrew their IQ tyranny. Some great examples are defeating my mom at You Don't Know Jack and beating my dad repeatedly in a variety of strategy games. In spite of these victories, they would win often enough to keep on top.
Then some time ago I went to a little waterfall near Grove City called, appropriately, "The Falls" which was a popular make-out spot for students from the nearby and incredibly oppressive college. While I was there, I noticed there was quite a scattering of obsidian and pumice. Now what I don't know about geology could fill volumes, but I know igneous rock when I see it.
I casually presented my findings to my former caretakers, and they immediately denied the possibility of ancient volcanic activity in wstern PA. So the battlelines were drawn.
Then this past weekend, YEARS after my initial findings (I believe they predated my Ex-Girlfriend-Turned-Evil-Backstabbing-'Ho, perhaps around 22 J.E.), I finally returned with the specific notion of examining the geological formations and collecting samples instead of making out.
Without boring you with too many details, I found irrefutable evidence of ancient lava flows and brought back a number of samples of pumice, obsidian, and spontaneously smelted iron.
And do you know what? They STILL don't believe me! I guess I'll just have to take them there.
Well, dictators never fall easily.