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Thursday, January 31, 2002
Here in the Burnham house, when watching Jeopardy, we guess the Final Jeopardy question (answer) before even seeing the answer (question). Tonight the Final Jeopardy category was "Athletes". After only hearing the category, I guessed "Jim Thorpe" and I was right! Never before, and surely never again. That's gotta be a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
 This picture was in espn.com's photo gallery today, with the following caption:"Wrestler Chris Jericho of WWF fame is chased down by referees after fighting with Kelley's Heroes goalkeeper Chad Smith, drummer of the band Red Hot Chili Peppers, during the NHL All-Star Celebrity Challenge." Is that guy Sabretooth from X-Men? Beast from Beauty and the Beast? Is he in the cast of Cats? Or is he just the ugliest person ever? Now there's a hockey game I would not have minded watching. Heh.
Bill Simmons has come a long way. He used to be just another Bostonian gushing on and on about his few brushes with greatness, but these days as an ESPN employee, he finds himself being sent to all these media events and interviewing all these famous athletes. Right now he's in New Orleans at the Superbowl's media day.
"[Bledsoe] doesn't have that beaten-down look of a guy in a hostage video anymore ('The Patriots are treating me very well ... I eat twice a day ... I look forward to coming home and seeing my family ...'). " Wednesday, January 30, 2002
Oh excellent... according to CelebMatch.com, I am 98% compatible with Denise Richards! And all I provided was my birthday! How do they doooo that?
Songs that most frequently get stuck in my head:
"Tom's Diner" by Suzanne Vega "Mr. Sandman" by the Chordettes "Jack-ass" by Beck "Cliffs of Dover" by Eric Johnson "Watch Out Now" by the Beatnuts The Meow Mix theme song Special categories: These are the songs that I usually find myself emulating while I am: beat-boxing*: "Battle Flag" by the Lo-Fidelity All-Stars hamboning**: "Call Me" Remix by Deee-Lite rapping:"Pickin' Boogers" by Biz Markie * "Beat-boxing" is the art of making noises with your mouth, usually to simulate drums. Perfected by Biz Markie, Doug E Fresh, and Rahzel. ** "Hamboning" is what I have come to call my peculiar habit of snapping and hitting my chest, legs and hands in such a manner that it sounds like a percussion ensemble. If you know me, then chances are you have seen/heard me do this. It is the result of many years of drumlessness which ended a couple years ago. But even now that I have drums, I do not stop with the noisemaking. It is usually an unconscious act. What I don't understand is why more people don't do this. It's like having drums with you everywhere you go! Here's hiphoparea.com weighing in on these subjects as elements of hip hop culture: "BEATBOXIN: (The study of Mind and Body Health). Commonly refers to the act of creating rhythmic sounds with various parts of the body, particularly the throat, mouth, and hands. 1 Philosophically, Beatboxin is about seeing the body as an instrument. Earlier versions of this expression included "Handbone" or "Hambone." It is the act of imitating early electronic drum machines. 2 These machines were some of the original beat boxes and imitating them was called "Beatboxin." Its practitioners are known as "Human Beatboxes" or "Human Orchestras." Popularized by Doug-E Fresh, DMX (Just-Ice), Biz Markie, Emanon." Here's a picture of some dude I don't know getting his hambone on. I swear, I don't know him!
I found something I don't like about Wendy's. After every order they ask you if they want to donate a dollar to some child adoption thing. Now before you judge me, I'm not saying that's not a noble cause, or that it's not a good idea. But I just wish they'd think of their loyal customers. Customers like me who go every other day and pay $7.11 for two Spicy Chicken sandwiches. After an extra dollar here and another extra dollar there, it becomes an expensive proposition. So far I've given up three extra dollars, and I'm done. But I had no idea how bad it feels when they say "Would you like to donate another dollar to some child adoption thing?" and I say "No thanks". By the way that response doesn't seem very appropriate (as in "No, but thank you for asking for my donation"), but that's what inevitably comes out. So are they thinking "what kind of monster wouldn't give up one measly buck?" I feel guilty. I feel like explaining to them that if they lowered their prices I'd be much more likely to give more. So it's their own fault! I don't have to defend myself here! I gave three dollars!
This is awesome! Famous Fonts. It's got well-know fonts from TV, movies, sports teams, cars, food and drink, games, companies, and much much more! Not that I'm going to download any of these and use them, but they're fun to look at.
[via Off On a Tangent who saw it on Blivet] Monday, January 28, 2002
Know what I hate? When you're driving around and you're listening to music, and the song has a police siren in it. I hate that.
Sport's Guy's two cents about this whole "Pats in the Superbowl" thing. I think he's happy.
"In case you're scoring at home, I'd rate the most annoying people in a sports bar or lounge this way, in order: The Over-Clapper; the Inconsiderate Chain-Smoker; the 'Guy Who Sits Down Right In Front of You And Blocks Your View' Guy; the Guy Who Keeps Taking Cell Phone Calls; the Over-Excited Guy; the 'Guy Who Gives Running Commentary and Thinks He's Phil Simms' Guy; the Drunken Idiot; the Guy Who Gets A Little Too Angry; The Guy Wearing Too Much Team Paraphrenalia; and the 'Guy Who Won't Sit Down and Watch the Game But Keeps Popping In Every Five Minutes To Ask About the Score' Guy."
In other sports news, though undoubtedly much less interesting to fellow New Englanders, the U.S. Soccer team defeated El Salvador 4-0 at the Rose Bowl. Brian McBride scored 3 goals in a twelve-minute span.
I would have enjoyed watching that. Though I guess the Pats game wasn't too bad either. On the other hand, it will be hard for me to ever see any highlights from the soccer game, whereas I will be inundated with Patriots coverage for the next week. Oh I'm rooting for the Pats alright, but I am, how you say, a fair-weather fan. I don't really like the American football. Ees not so great. Sunday, January 27, 2002
Saturday, January 26, 2002
Friday, January 25, 2002
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I have no idea what it is, but it's pretty freakin' cool. And this episode's better... it has a purty lady.  "The rookie game is fun ... if you like to see guys flipping no-look passes into the fifth row of the stands."Sports Guy's vision for a revamped NBA All-Star weekend. "Every player in the league would want to win a HORSE contest on All-Star Weekend. You would see shots from midcourt; shots from underneath the scorer's table; shots from David Stern's lap; shots from Mariah Carey's cleavage; shots while swinging from Allen Iverson's gold necklace; and if the trash-talking got heated enough between the players' posses, you might even see actual shots. " Looks to me like Penny Hardaway and Kurt Thomas (pictured) are practicing for the "interpretive basketball" event. Wednesday, January 23, 2002
I.N.C.H. documentation of baby names at a nearby hospital reveals one child born with the unlikely name of "Preston W. Nebel-Trowridge". A child named "Preston W. Nebel-Trowridge" will never be able to associate with ordinary people. Would you watch a fishing show hosted by a man named "Preston"? Or would you play pool with a man named "Preston"? No, because men named "Preston" are supposed to be in corporate boardrooms. Only they aren't, because corporate executives recognize a blatant attempt at social climbing when they see it. And so, excluded from the lives of both the rich and the rest of us, the child dies, friendless, jobless, and alone.
Take a look through this site... some good words of wisdom, and some humor. I.N.C.H.: Institute for Naming Children Humanely. I didn't find any categories that applied to my name, which I guess is good. I hope this means I won't die friendless or alone (jobless would be fine with me). The only real reason my name might belong on the site would be under the "unfortunate connotation" category, due to a certain Jedi Knight who stepped onto the scene around the same time. But because he did not exist till a year later, my parents can not be held responsible for the endless suffering I endure whenever I meet someone new. "Chanda Lear"... These parents are obviously idiots.... The only instance in which one's child should be given such a horrible pun as a name is if the child's ambition is to be a villain in a Carmen Sandiego computer game.
"if it Baby talk about it. has merit A certain naughty word like a list of us and radio stations would begin every sentence, when played in the first and other then retaliated, saying this is a picnic. It before, meals. she said some nominees for when you say grace before and it Baby talk and slidden down your nose point to the Flies movie... and you care for, obvious reasons, even what we could come to the house in Austin Powers: International Man of rap music, but once when we both agree that this is funny: poop at soccer game 2 a funny Kids tend to muzak was until our names."
I have just treated you to some poetry I wrote. Well I wrote the words, but I did not put them together like this. I gave the URL for Enlowspeak to this poetry generator, and the above poem is what came out. I can't figure out whether that program is really stupid or really cool. But one thing I do know: "we both agree this is funny: poop at a soccer game".
If you're like me... you're six feet tall, about 160 pounds, with short brown hair. Sorry, I got sidetracked and had to use a Kevin Nealon joke. (And there's a sentence never before uttered in the English language.)
What I was going to say was: If you're like me, you're sick of listening to all your old MP3's while you work. A coworker just led me to theMomi.org's "Be the DJ". You can select whatever songs you want from a HUGE list, and then the website will feed the songs back to you in streaming audio. Pretty cool. To randomize them, use the shuffle function of your player (RealPlayer or WinAmp or whatever). On the downside, the streaming audio sometimes needs rebuffering and there can be net congestion. Another downside is that there are so many great songs to choose from, you spend so much time adding songs to your playlist that you will never hear because there are about a hundred that you want to hear before them, and you keep picking songs when you should really be working. I mean... I'm glad I'm on my lunch break.... yeah, lunch break... Another old standby is Spinner from spinner.com, a kind of internet radio. Lots of variety, lots of channels, good stuff. I also like NME Radio on NME.com. For some reason the Brits really like my taste in music. Or maybe that's the other way around. Tuesday, January 22, 2002
 "Can you imagine what it must be like for attractive men and women to be without companionship?"I guess so... why do you ask? Meet-An-Inmate.com. Oh come on. Where to begin making fun? Where's the explanation of how they weed out the unattractive inmates? How did this one slip through the cracks? Where are the mug shots? What's the catch? "I ask that you treat these attractive male and female inmates with some dignity and respect." Oops, my bad. So this applies only to male and female inmates?
Who knew clocks could be so exciting? I showed you this one before... Here's another one that is fun to play with... for a few seconds anyway.
Monday, January 21, 2002
Dunkaccino? More like Dumpaccino... the Browns were headed to the Superbowl no more than half an hour later.
But you were right Matt, good stuff. (I almost used my usual positive endorsement but I think, given the context, it could be misinterpreted.)
Oh great... I should have seen this coming... after my Black Hawk Down "review", now every other visitor to my site is searching for O-Bloom or J-Hartnett. But on the plus side, lots of teenage girls in the hizzouse... 'Sup ladies...
Sunday, January 20, 2002
This is a great idea from Amazon.com: the "Amazon Honor System". It's basically an easy way to take donations from people, like an online tip jar. I must admit, I started filling out my info, but then I couldn't bring myself to putting a gaudy graphic on my website expecting people to give me money. It just seems like a service that should be reserved by people with great websites who put a lot of time and effort into them, but get no remuneration. I think I'll recommend it to Not My Desk.
When it comes down to it, Terry Bradshaw is no more than the live-action version of Bill from "King of the Hill".
I will give you five dollars if you can tell me where this quote comes from AND you are not Dave, Bill or Jen: "It's the jump-off, ya bird?"
And I will give you one million dollars if you can tell me what it means. (Seriously, I really want to know.)
For those who don't know, the Patriots pulled off a HUGE playoff win last night. Blizzard conditions... the Pats were down by three with a couple minutes left, and then New England quarterback Tom Brady faked a pass, was hit by an Oakland player, and dropped the ball. It was recovered by Oakland and the official called it a fumble and a turnover. But then the play was challenged and the call was overruled, and it was officially an incomplete pass instead of a fumble. The Pats went on to tie the game with a field goal, which sent the game into sudden death overtime. We (and by "we" I mean Adam Vinatieri) kicked another field goal to win it. Pretty wacky stuff.
Apparently that overturned call has generated a lot of controversy. Oakland is not happy. Almost everyone who saw the play agrees that it should have been called a fumble, because he obviously did not intend to throw it. But according to the rulebook, it is a "pass" until the QB tucks the ball. But Brady didn't technically tuck it so he technically was not done with the pass, so it was technically an incomplete pass. As Bob Lobel just said, "we all will remember where we were" for the controversial call. And he's right... unfortunately I was outside in the snowstorm. Bill and Jen (from my frisbee team) and myself had been watching the game in a bar, with the intention of walking to a nearby party after it was over. When we saw the fumble (I'm sorry, incomplete pass), we left, thinking the game was over. Imagine our surprise when we arrived at the party and were told that the game was in overtime. In summary (you can wake up now), the Pats play next weekend in the AFC Championship game. GO PATS! P.S. My Dad gave Bob Lobel tennis lessons. Saturday, January 19, 2002
I just watched "Black Hawk Down". It was good. I won't give anything away. Well, maybe just one thing: people die.
Hope if you don't mind if I play the "That Guy" game... I love that game. And this movie had "that guys" in spades. To name a few (thank you Internet Movie Database): Ron Eldard ("Picket Fences", ER), Tom Sizemore (Heat, lots of other movies), Spud from Trainspotting, Ewan McGregor (not to say that he's a "that guy", but I didn't know he was in this movie), William Fichtner (cop/Amway salesman from Go), Orlando Bloom (Legolas from Lord of the Rings), hunk of the week Josh Hartnett (am I right ladies?), Jeremy Piven ("Ellen", PCU, Judgment Night), Brandon from Welcome to the Dollhouse, and the bad guy from The Patriot. Anyway, I really enjoyed the movie. Do not take that as a recommendation however, because I'm not sure if Joe Moviegoer would consider this movie a "good" one. I think he probably would, but my affinity for war movies kind of blurs my judgment some times. And I thought this one would be especially cool because all the U.S. soldiers involved were Special Forces. The only problem was that it was hard to believe the guys on the screen were Delta Force or Army Rangers. Young, wet behind the ears, scrawny... let's just say Orlando Bloom would have been more believable as an Army Ranger if he was kicking butt with his bow and arrow. And his American accent wasn't too hot either. But you know whose was? Spud's. It was rather strange hearing his excellent American accent after hardly being able to understand his English accent in Trainspotting. He could give Ewan a lesson or two. Besides that Trainspotting connection, I noticed something else just now in my browsing through IMDB. Black Hawk Down had at least four people from Pearl Harbor, two from Windtalkers, two guys from Band of Brothers, and three guys from Heat? What are the connections there? Are these guys just really good at running around and shooting stuff? Are they in a paintball league with the dude who does casting? Oh one more thing... "Black Hawk Down", though overall not as violent as, say, Saving Private Ryan, contains the nastiest surgery scene I can remember witnessing. Friday, January 18, 2002
This is a map of the distribution of the surname "Enlow" in the U.S. as of 1990. My conclusion: there aren't many of us. Somewhat interesting, but not as interesting as if it showed how many total there were, rather than how many per capita or whatever they did. At any rate, perhaps you'd like to try it out.
This morning I got to work and there was a message in my voicemail. It sounded like a young woman with a rather seductive voice. Her message went something like this: "Hello Lucas, my name is Rachel and I'm calling about some personal business of yours. You can reach me at blah blah blah.... it's important that you call right away."
Do I call? It sounds important. But why wouldn't she tell me what exactly it was about? I suspect a cold-call sales effort of some kind. But she sounded hot... what if it's a secret admirer? I'd be stupid NOT to call! What's the worst that could happen, she tries to sell me something and I say "no thanks"? Thursday, January 17, 2002
Hey wow, my grandparents will be dining in the owners box at Saturday's Patriots playoff game. Seems Grandpa is Bible-study-buddies with the VP of Operations. That's pretty cool, eh?
Also on Saturday: the Strokes are on Saturday Night Live. Wednesday, January 16, 2002
Wow, Iverson scored 58 points against the Rockets last night. And the night before, Kobe had 56 points. Wacky stuff.
Date: June 7, 2002.
Location: Sapporo, Japan. Event: England vs Argentina, World Cup opening round. Projected Hooliganism Factor: High. Local Law Enforcement: Frightened. "Sources at the local World Cup preparation committee said the nets are considered a 'secret weapon' against hooligans even though most police officers admit they are not sure what a hooligan is." Tuesday, January 15, 2002
OBL (not to be confused with ODB) is believed to have fled Afghanistan.
"To fool U.S. forces in the area, the CIA believes, bin Laden left behind a tape-recorded message that was transmitted only after he was long gone." Hey let's not be too surprised. After all, we have all been fooled by tape recordings before... WHEN WE WERE IN GRADE SCHOOL! This will be the next story: "OBL was supposed to be in bed with a fever in Afghanistan, but CIA experts were fooled by pillows under the bedclothes as the terrorist made his escape." Monday, January 14, 2002
For sale: koala poo earrings.
"Gifts of koala poo earrings are always well received by ladies with a sense of humor. They're an inexpensive, original fashion accessory and when worn with short hairstyles they always draw comments. A 'must have', special occasion addition to your jewelry box." This is one example of the wacky things linked to by dutchbint.org. And the site is very attractive, to boot. Take a look.
Here's a fun game: Big Money. After two games my high score is 4057. I found a link to it from Not My Desk. Speaking of which, check out NMD's new look. I found the new staff page especially hilarious.
Sunday, January 13, 2002
Why isn't "amn't" a word? Why does "I am" become "aren't I"? Because it's one syllable easier to pronounce than "amn't I"? Poppycock. It doesn't make sense! I'm making sense, amn't I?
They do good work over at Yahoo games. They finally have something I've been looking for for years: online Scrabble. But due to copyright considerations (or whatever the appropriate legalese is), it's not exactly Scrabble per se. It's called Literati... and that's about the only difference. No that's not true. There are more blanks (now called "wild cards".... hey, they're reinventing the game!), a different board, and different scoring. Well done.
Brett Favre's record at home when the temperature is below 34 degrees is now 31-0. That's impressive. The Niners never even had a chance.
Did I catch a "niner" in there? Saturday, January 12, 2002
Friday, January 11, 2002
I don't know if you guys have heard about the amusing antics of Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban over the last couple days... read about the story here. It started with him being fined $500,000, and the latest developments include him working at Dairy Queen.
"Cuban said he wants to wear a uniform with the name 'Tony' embroidered on it, for no reason other than he would consider it funny."
I still don't have much to say. (Ever have one of those weeks where NOTHING happens?) So I racked my brain for an amusing anecdote, and I came up with one. I call it "Luke vs Stupid People, Exhibit A".
In my driver's education days, we would have to spend some time behind the wheel with Mr. D the instructor guy riding shotgun. Or I guess "riding emergency brake" makes more sense. Anyway, one day I was cruising along, and I was asked to perform a three-point turn. Mr. D apparently sensed that three-point turns were a mystery to Mr. E (I love that homophone), because he explained every tiny step involved. Stuff like "now turn your head to the left" and "rotate the steering wheel topwise". After I demonstrated the mastery of the "mystery", he decided to follow up the exercise with a little driver's ed trivia. "Sometimes, the street isn't wide enough for a three-point turn, and you'll have to add another forward and back in there. And you know what they call that?" As a mathlete-in-training I didn't need to count on my fingers to calculate the answer, so I immediately said "a five-point turn." He looked at me and, confirming my suspicions that he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, condescendingly corrected me: "No, it's a four-point turn." Wednesday, January 09, 2002
Here's an amusing story from my friend Becka.
"My sister shared a funny story from her first grade class (she's a teacher) last night. One of her students, Abe, came in from recess with a 'stick' that had snow in it, kind of crystallized in it, I guess. He was so excited about this miracle of nature that he had found and he tucked it safely in his desk. Anyway, the day goes on and a little bit later he raises his hand and says, 'Mrs. Cox, there's something melting in my desk!' So she goes over to inspect and sees this pile of mushy stuff and realizes that the 'stick' was actually a frozen piece of dog poop! So she sent Abe to go and wash his hands immediately and then another kid pipes in that he picked up a 'stick' too and put it in his backpack! So, he had a backpack full of dookie. Then all the kids start telling her that they picked it up or touched it so she lined the class up for a field trip to the bathroom so they could all wash their hands. I guess the kids thought it was some cool fossil or something. Ha ha, poop is funny!" Tuesday, January 08, 2002
This is surprisingly accurate.
The Eye-Contact Experiment.
Gals, is this true? Guys, I think this might be true. Discretion is advised: he drops the F-Bomb and repeatedly says "loosing" instead of "losing".
I just got back from my favorite fast food joint, Wendy's, to hear that their founder Dave Thomas died last night. Had I known, maybe I would have paid my respects. And the employees would have no idea what I was talking about.
So, a moment of silence please. Boy I hope his dying wish was to bring back the Monterey Chicken Sandwich. Monday, January 07, 2002
Urlacher? I hardly know her!
Of the last 100 visitors to my site, seven different people have come across my site searching for something concerning "brain urlacher". Mind you, this does not count the several other searches for the correctly spelled "brian urlacher" or just "urlacher". What's the deal, you ask? A while ago I noticed I was getting lots of these hits because I mentioned the Chicago Bears' defender in one of my posts. But in that second post, since I actually wrote out "brain urlacher", I am proud to say that I am the number one search result on google for "brain urlacher", and after this post I think I'll be keeping that designation for a while now. Hey, I give the people what they want! Welcome, fans of Brain Urlacher! Time for an experiment: BRITTANY SPEARS, CHRISTINA AGIULERA, HAIRY POTTER, LORD OF TEH RINGS, USAMA BEN LADIN, POKYMON
The fans want updates, so I shall sacrifice quality for quantity and deliver. I shall ramble from topic to topic. Here are some things I have thought and done in the last several days.
SOCIETY: What's wrong with people? I will never understand. The shoe-bomber, the Massachusetts Hockey-Dad manslaughter case, the Bin-Laden-empathizing-high-schooler flying a plane into a Tampa skyscraper... This just in: boston.com reports that "from his actions we can assume he was a very troubled young man." Stop the presses!!!!! I remember reflecting like this after the Columbine and Edgewater shootings. What's wrong with people? Maybe Uncle Tom the psychologist can shed some light. Or maybe Sister Kate the psychologist-in-training. MUSIC: You know how a lot of times you'll think you know the lyrics to a song but you're wrong? Sure, it happens to all of us. I use to make fun of Katie for it all the time. But what's really frustrating is when the lyrics you sing make more sense than the real lyrics. We're all familiar with Elton John's "Tiny Dancer"... I always thought the lyrics of the chorus were "Hold me close, I'm tired of dancing." Of course at that point I didn't know the song's title. But that makes perfect sense! Instead, what does he say, "Hold me close now, tiny dancer"? or "I'm tiny dancer"? What is that poo poo? CINEMA: Amelie is excellent. What's that you say? "Isn't Amelie a chick flick?" and "Isn't Luke the most masculine guy you've ever met?" Well, true and true. But seriously, it's good. I've long been a fan of director Jeunet (of City of Lost Children and Delicatessen fame, and the less spectacular Alien: Resurrection); his style is funny and fast-paced. There is so much going on that I want to see it again to see what I missed the first time. And since I am clearly no mvie critic, let's move on. Two thumbs down for The Man Who Wasn't There. The latest installment from the Coen brothers was even more disapppointing than their last, O Brother, Where Art Thou. It was just boring. And there were hardly any Coen brothers signature movie-making magic, except for Frances McDormand and the flying car scene.) See, I love the Coen brothers' work. The Big Lebowski and Raising Arizona were pure genius. Fargo and The Hudsucker Proxy were also excellent. Miller's Crossing and Blood Simple, well above average. And then there are the others. The Professional, a.k.a. Leon, is one of my favorite movies. After spending New Years' Day lounging with some frisbee teammates and drifting in and out of sleep, The Professional came on some movie channel and I had to watch it. And make the others watch it too. It just pulls me in. I was moved to browse through e-bay and I am now the proud owner of a cool Leon poster and a photograph of Leon showing Matilda how to use a gun, signed by both Jean Reno and Natalie Portman. The price was right, too. Peter Jackson directed The Fellowship of the Ring. Good work, eh? Well in case you feel like checking out some of his previous works, DON'T. Unless it's The Frighteners. He dabbled quite a bit in the horror genre, and he made Dead Alive, which is generally regarded as the goriest movie ever made. And I concur. I consider myself rather desensitized to violence, but... WOW. In other director connection news, the director of Pi and Requiem for a Dream (Avonovsky?) is slated to direct the next Batman movie, and Sam Raimi (Evil Dead / Army of Darkness trilogy, buddy of Bruce Campbell and the Coen brothers) is directing Spiderman. They do good work. ME: Friday night I joined roommate Bill and my siblings for a night of fine barbecue dining with our friends Jonathan and Chad. It was good to see those guys again... Jonathan got married this fall and for some strange reason doesn't get out too much anymore... Chad just got back from two years in South Korea teaching English and for some reason doesn't have any interesting stories to tell. Oh well. Saturday was some quality jam time with Matt, Kate and Uncle Tom. I think we might sound better than we used to, not sure. But what I do know is that there is not much that is more fun for me than my drum solo in our rendition of "Apache" by Michael Viner's Incredible Bongo Band. Saturday night was kickin' it with my frisbee team, shootin' some pool, and hangin' out. And boy was I in the ZONE on the pool table. I was sinking everything. In one game I literally ran the table, but then finished it off by sinking the 8-ball in the wrong hole. That was funny. Sunday I played some 5 on 5 frisbee. And the weather was... January. Actually it wasn't too bad, air a little brisk and the ground frozen. I was repeatedly reminded of that after my many dives (or, "fall-downs", if you will), from which I am rather sore today. But watching football made it all better... for unless Baltimore's defense scores like 50 points tonight, I will be the champion of both of my fantasy football leagues. Isn't that great news? Okay I'm done talking. Friday, January 04, 2002
If you like Pictionary (or "Win Lose or Draw"), you'll love iSketch.net. Hours of entertainment competing against real people online! Create a room with people you know, or challenge complete strangers to a match! Either way, iSketch.net is bound to have you laughing, crying and drawing for hours!
Paid for by iSketch.net. Website may not cause laughing or crying. Wednesday, January 02, 2002
Oh yeah, I have a website.
Oh yeah, I got nothing to say. Here are some purty pictures, courtesy of Boston.com. Boston's finest aboard Segway scooters during the First Night festivities. I'm as patriotic as the next guy... unless this is the next guy. Ouch. Speaking of ouch, check out these New Year's Divers in Rome. Peep the cars of the future. Did anyone hear that Boston's New Years Eve lottery numbers were 2-0-0-2? Far out, man. Happy New Year. |
