And it was a productive weekend, at least in terms of the amount of entertainment digested in various form:

I got in sporting entertainment by hitting golf balls at the driving range. I am so ready to average a double-bogey over a 9-hole course. Fear my iron play.

I took part in alcohol-fueled entertainment while the Mets came back from a 5-1 deficit against the Giants’ crown jewel Tim Lincecum. Probably the high point of my weekend.

I fit in a trip to the movie theater to see Star Trek. It was merely OK and not worthy of the ridiculous praise it’s getting. Galaxy Quest is still the best Star Trek-related movie of the past 10 years.

I laid back and watched the last three episodes of House. I enjoyed the twist well enough, and I definitely like the implications more than the alternative. The show is past its prime, but it’s still too fun to watch House and Wilson.

I also rewatched Series 1 of The Office — the British version — with the intent of continuing with Series 2 and Christmas specials this time. I definitely appreciate it more this time around, compared to when I was a dumb teenager, but damn if it’s not terribly depressing if only due to being so much more truer to life than the American version. That sentence was terribly depressing for English professors.

Speaking of which, I read an entire book over the course of the three days, “Faith and Fear in Flushing” — a book I didn’t even have to pay for! The internet can be a great place. I recommend it for any Mets fan, but I’m not sure if I would recommend actually paying for it. Rediscover your local library.

Meanwhile, I’ll be rediscovering Team Fortress 2 for about the sixth time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTj6tauY1JU

I’ll be there for youuuuuu
When the rain starts to fall
I’ll be there for youuuuuu
Cause you’re there for me tooooooooooooo

That will take at least 15 minutes to shake off. I hope you suffer like I did. Only thing is, I had no impetus, absolutely no reason, to have such a horrible thing happen to me. I was minding my own business, taking a dip in the pool after doing some honest hard work, and my brain was apparently pissed.

I can’t even remember the last time I heard the song, yet in my head I could hear it loud and clear, as if I had been watching Friends re-runs for the past 10 years every day, when the reality is the complete opposite. I know a commercial for It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia spoofed that water fountain crap, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t use the song. So where did the song come from? What could possibly trigger such an occurrence?

How the brain is wired is one of the biggest questions in science nowadays, and something like this serves to illuminate why. How could such a random thing be quanitified? Jumping into cold water –> Friends theme song? Maybe because they’re both kinda painful? That’s the only possible connection I can think of. It’s incomprehensible stuff like this that no A.I. program will be able to duplicate — at least not for a long, long time.

On a side and final note, I’ve heard numerous people say how the American version The Office is basically Friends all over again. Now, I think Season 2 of The Office is one of the best seasons of television I’ve seen, so it’s hard for me to accept the comparison, no matter how shitty it gets and how much relationship drama they come up with. But I did watch Friends when I was a pre-teen, and I remembered *gasp* liking it. I am tempted to watch the first couple of seasons just for research purposes to see if it’s actually good. Purely scientific, I swear.

Damn it, why did that song have to pop into my head uninvited? Look at what I just wrote.