A mark to celebrate I guess

With the passing of the NBA Draft on Tuesday I got to thinking about how I actually wrote a blog about the same event last year...meaning that my blog must have already passed its one year birthday without my even noticing. In the spirit of what this blog stands for I believe that it would only be fair and proper to write a little bit about this year's draft in honor of such an aniversary. For those of you who read this and don't really care about the occasional sports theme that the blog takes on...well, I'll try to keep it short, then maybe I'll get onto another topic if my heart's in it.

So, where to begin. The place many people start is the question of who made out the best in the draft. I would have to say that based solely on one player falling so far it would have to be the Celtics with their improbable chance at Gerald Green. People sometimes mock those who get excited about players who are chosen on the merit of one performance (in Green's case the McDonalds All-American game), but I must say I at times agree with those who eat the hype. In the aforementioned game Green stroked 6 three pointers, and I mean stroked, as his form looked effortless and smooth. He added to his resume that weekend by dominating the slam dunk contest, including a dunk that only a handful of NBA players are athletic enough to complete. The only real knocks on him are that his game still lacks polish and of course the fact that he's about 6'8, 200 lbs. On both accounts, I feel he will catch up to his competitors sooner than the neigh sayers seem to believe. Will he be rookie of the year? Not a chance. Will he be one of the 3 best players from this draft when his first contract runs out? Not a chance he won't be.

Another pick, or lack thereof, that is surprising is Deron Williams to Utah. When I think about it I can understand why the predominatly pick and roll team would want the guy many feel most ready to run such an offense, but I personally have so much faith in the second point man taken, Chris Paul, that I would have considered him at No. 1 in the draft regardless of need. So many things about him set off my sense of basketball ESP that I can't bet against him. He was easily my favorite player to watch this past season, as his wild forays to the basket that no other player (not even Felton) in the country could finish were routine sightings for Wake fans. He surprised me by having a 38 inch vertical in workouts. He was damn near a 50% three-point shooter over his two years. But what really makes me think he will be the rookie of the year? A game he played his senior year in high school.

Many of you have never heard this story (any girls who have made it this far please at least read this one part), but during his senior year his 62 year old grandfather was shockingly murdered for no apparent reason. I saw the footage of Paul's next game on Real Sports on HBO, and I have never seen a player so possessed. Every wild shot and spin move and cross over dribble was just out of the reach of his opponents, and Paul was fouled late in the game having already amassed an amazing 61 points. To honor his grandfather Paul made the first free throw and then intentionally air balled the next to finish with the age of his late role model, 62. That kind of determination is what legends are made of, and Paul may very well join that class someday.

Wow, I lied, this isn't going to be that short. I guess I should drop a few quick blurps about some picks now for anyone who reads this to potentially come back and say I'm wrong in the future. Firstly, Andrew Bynum to the Lakers, not nearly as bad a pick as everyone says, potential to be this year's Al Jefferson, rare athletism in huge frame similiar more to Eddy Curry than Shaq. Villenuava and May both better players than people think, but not on the teams that they were chosen by. The Knicks should give Isiah a mental exam. The trades and Channing Frye...Frye's career will be similar to Calvin Cato's. Nate Robinson, reach at 21...hell, he has to reach for the top shelf in the cupboard. Piston's pick, Maxiell, I like it, he fits their need offensively - a tough player who isn't afraid to post up and get dirty.

Ok, enough draft talk. I think that in the last blog I wrote I mentioned something about the Dollar Bill canoe trip, and how I might write a little something about it in a future blog. The more I think about it though, there really isn't all that much to say about it. I had a really good time, and Steve got to come up from home and join us to make an even number, but nothing eventful by my standards really took place. Some of the more memorable moments involved the other people that were there canoeing at the same time as us, including the Scorekeepers employees (most interesting for the attractive waitresses and bartenders) and a small party of 3 girls with completely indecipherable ages (anywhere from 15-23), of whom 2 had amazing bodies and one a stunning face to go with it. The one thing about the trip that stands out the most to me right now is how fucking wrecked everyone's bodies were, including mine, by the end of the trip. I have about 15 bug bites, numerous bruises, a couple blisters, about 6-7 cuts on my hands, and a peeling sunburn on my back for good measure. I would still do it all over again though, and it seems that it was such a success that DB is already planning another canoe trip for later this summer.

This is getting long enough that I'm probably just going to sign off here to a few final thoughts. For one, I'm thinking of writing a blog ranking my all time top ten favorite movie scenes. Secondly, I just watched the movie Closer again, and there is a scene in there where Natalie Portman is a stripper, and that may rank as one of the most erotic non-nude scenes I've ever witnessed. While on the subject, I have meant for some time to write a blog about female strippers (not to be confused with my stripping), and how they operate and make me feel. I don't think women understand just how helpless even a very capable confident guy can feel in the clutches of a wise stripper. Finally, I may even just go see it by myself tomorrow or something, but if anyone reads this and wants to see War of the Worlds get ahold of me and we can go together. Alright, I'll talk to you all again later. Comments!!!

Becoming an internet star

Well, it turns out that the drunken escapades of last week have pretty much already been spread to all those who know me and then some. For any of you who read my last post, you already are aware that I gave three girls whose names I did not even know lap dances at their residence last Tuesday night. What you may not know is that this particular lap dance has already been documented in both mediums of still photography as well as a very racey movie version. The pictures are located innocently enough on one of the lap dance victim's webshot accounts for all her friends and sorority sisters to see (which also indirectly led to everybody I know at work viewing them), while the movie is still well hidden (and better remain as such). I was fine with the very select group of people seeing me at my most retarded, but somebody had to go and change the balance of things.

Sean, the store manager at Dollar Bill, thought it would be appropriate to put a picture of me stripping up on Collegehumor.com. Now, if you're already entering in the web address you're wasting your time; the picture only made it to the Pay-site of college humor, which is flooded with hundreds of picture entries each and every week. This reassures me, as the actual percentage of people who use the site times the percentage who pay for the extra content times the percentage who would look at every picture (let alone one of a guy stripping) results in just about zero chance of anyone ever realizing that that is me in the picture. Besides this reassurance, I must admit briefly here that I am a little pissed in principle that this pic had to be posted at all, especially by my boss at work. Had one of the girls posted it I would have understood, as it was their camera and themselves in the pics, but as it stands this is quite simply inappropriate to me. But as I mentioned in the last post, inappropriate or not, what happened happened, and I am not one to allow regret to have any part in this ordeal.

My new fame has also caused me to adopt a few policy changes on my facebook profile. No longer can you find the link to this very blog, as the potential for numerous random readers looking for pictures of this very incident has no doubt risen in the past week. Oh, did I mention that the main target in my strip tease has put a picture of me grinding on her up as her facebook pic? Like I said before, that's actually pretty funny in my book, but also the main reason I had to protect my identity a little. On the off chance that the girls from the pictures actually have a link to this very blog and have read any of it, I am slightly offended that my friend offer on facebook has not yet been accepted. Turns out a lap dance doesn't go very far in making friends anymore...

On another topic, the first ever Dollar Bill canoeing trip was held this past Sunday. I hear that it was such a success that another trip is planned for later in the summer. I intend to make some mention of the trip on the blog within the week, but have declined to go further on the topic in this entry due to time constraints (I am tired and about to head to bed). I also ventured down to Toledo with Steve this past weekend and met some new people. I think it may even be possible to find some blog-worthy material from that encounter. Until then, may you all enjoy your dignity while you still have it, while I enjoy the shame I so fully deserve.

I am addicted to all that is ridiculous

Well, I guess all there is to say is, "I've done it again." I managed to pull another completely retarded yet funny stunt this past week, all in the spirit of being wasted to the point of amnesia no doubt. As I picked my face up from the leather couch I found my naked upper torso clinging to, I can only imagine my memories of the night before stuck to the surface much like my skin. Let me begin where it all starts, the beginning...

So, yet another of my co-workers had her birthday this past week, Tuesday to be exact, and this time the subject of celebration was the counter girl Meredith. I must admit that of all the girls that work the counter, I easily know the least about Meredith, in fact, the three most valuable tid bits I knew heading into this endeavor were the following: 1) She belongs to A D Pi 2) She is a math major 3) This birthday was making her legally capable of drinking in bars without a fake.

To try and expediate this blog as best as possible I will try to keep all events prior to the grand finale to a minimum. Quite honestly, I will omit entire valuable pieces of information of hopes of concealing journal-like drama that may have taken place. We started the night out at Dominick's, and 'we' at that point included just about everybody I hang out with from Dollar Bill. Several free sangrias later we were loud enough to cause the elderly gentleman at the door to tell us to shut up because we were giving him a headache. When I arrived I made a mental note that the table next to us was full of a collection of cute girls, who I quickly found out were Meredith's roommates, including one who was also sharing her birthday with Meredith (what are the odds of that?). Time passed and I met a few of these roommates, but soon enough we were off to Charlie's. After a rather brief stay there some of the girls decided to head back to their home in hopes of sprucing up a little bit (I think). This trip is only important in that it leads to my knowledge of where she lives, which is vital to the night's end.

So, we end up at Scorekeepers to watch the Pistons game, and from there to Rick's to end the night. Unfortunately, Meredith begins to feel a little sick at this point and she and her roommates decide it's about time for them to head on home. Meanwhile, Julie and Brynne (DB co-workers for those of you reading this from afar) are nowhere to be seen (well, maybe they were, I honestly don't remember). After talking to some other friends I saw at the bar for a while I decide to head back towards my car. It becomes quite obvious to me that there is no way i can drive at this point, let alone find my car for that matter, as I somehow had become blindingly drunk. Where do I go, where do I turn? Well, Meredith's house is close to Rick's, somebody has to still be up...

I knock and the girl that answers the door recognizes me from earlier and lets me in to find that along with her two other girls are still awake and watching TV in the living room. This is where things become a little hazy. All I know for sure is that I for whatever reason proclaim that I am a semi-professional stripper. I base this conclusion on several past incidents...well, let me explain. A few years ago while drunk on some random girl's b-day I say I'll give her a lap dance. This seeming joke turns into me hooking up with said girl. Many of my female friends were at this get together and request I do the same at their birthdays (sans hooking up). Before I know it I have done maybe 10-15 lap dances (at times multiple at one party, not that many b-days) for girls I know (mostly). I call myself semi-professional because on a few occasions girls have given me ones or fives for my slick moves. Anyway, I tell this to these girls and the one reveals that her birthday was 6 days earlier, so she deserves a lap dance. Let me reiterate that this is what I remember happening, not iron-clad testimony. Soon, the music is pumping and my belt whip manuvers are cracking the late night air. This girl, Holly, gets as drunk of a lap dance as anyone ever has. Once I'm done with her the other two girls get shortened dances as well. All this time, a digital camera is firing away. We all finally tire of the champagne room treatment and decide to go to bed. Still being wasted, I fall asleep on their leather couch with my shirt off, leading me to my initial revelation at the beginning of the blog.

Upon waking in the morning I booked it out of there. I imagine that I will see them all again, but wasn't planning on it being that soon. So, today, Thursday, I finally hear through the grapevine that these pictures have surfaced on the internet. I get the link and my embarassment is momentary. To live the life of a drifter, as I currently am, shame cannot be on your agenda. I look back and laugh, and can only assume much laughter will follow in the days to come, not to mention the occasion when I meet these girls once again. As I sit here and ponder what these girls would think of me now: am I a funny and once very intoxicated nice guy, a womanizing cocky retard, or an out of control drunk that is lucky to know where he is when he wakes each morning, who am I to care? That is the best lesson I have learned from my college days, it often just doesn't matter. Your friends are still your friends and you are still yourself, and things can always change or very much stay the same. The funny events of one night are isolated and eventually defined as just that, one night of the tens of thousands the luckiest of people will live.

What a miracle

A miracle happened a couple blogs ago...I got 2 comments on the same blog, not from the same person!!! This was quite the momentous occasion for my growing blog. I was a little discouraged however to read that one person posted anonymously, which is a downer, but especially when you consider that they asked me a specific question and didn't leave their name is it puzzling. I have a few guesses as to who would ask me such a question, but I will annouce my intentions on the 4th of July to everyone right now for clarification. My current plans include...nothing. I have a few potential options however, but my finances always play a vital role in whether or not any of these things could even ever take place.

1) If I suddenly become wealthy I think it would be fun to head out to Ferg's place once again and spend my second straight Independence Day in VA Beach.
2) If either of my parents ask me to come home for the holiday I would gladly oblige them unless I already have plans in place.
3) I think Adam Cole asked me what I was going to do then before (he is a candidate for who asked the question in the comment by the way), so he is in consideration.
4) Stay home, do nothing...not as bad a choice as some would think.
5) Cara's birthday is July 3rd, so it wouldn't be hard to imagine her having something planned.

Anyway, enough of that. I was just thinking about how full a day tomorrow (Tuesday, the 21st of June) could end up being for me. Firstly, my co-worker Meredith is having her 21st b-day, so my presence has been requested at Dominics as a result. Besides that, the Pistons have to play a pivotal game 6 after the huge defensive breakdown against Robert Horry in last night's game. Last, but certainly not least, and potentially most important, the next season of Real World premieres tomorrow night as well. If the launch special is at all accurate I think that this may supplant the San Diego season as my favorite season ever. For the most part the people are attractive, controversial, and appear to be drawn to the police and hospital, so this could be a season to end all seasons. This season is in Austin, a college town, making me wonder when Real World Ann Arbor will be shot...yeah, I know, never. Speaking of which, I think I only have one chance left to apply for the show, as the age limit is 24.

Ya know, let me elaborate on that for a moment too. I think that when it all comes down to it I would be an awesome addition to the show, and should certainly get chosen for the show if all the facts were laid down on the table for the casting director. Let me give a few reasons I believe this so strongly.

1) Although this may be a detriment in their eyes, I have already endured environments that make some of the Real World casts' interactions look like a church youth group. Firstly, I have already lived with a gay guy, and hated the experience, which was no extension of homophobia, but more the fact that he stole out stuff and sexually harassed me to the point of me wanting to kick his ass a few times. In fact, we got so fed up with him, we all but kicked him out of the house, and I stole a pair of his shoes that fit me and wore them the whole summer, so I know what it's like to be in a gay man's shoes (awful pun alert). The last straw was when he used up an entire bottle of shaving cream I had just bought in one night. You may be asking, how is this possible? Well, it's possible when you invite every gay man in Ann Arbor over to have a body hair shaving party. Yes, I am telling the truth. Anyway, where was I.

Secondly, the whole hooking up with your roommates thing, been there, done that, hell, lived there, witnessed others doing it too. Of course, you have me and my former roommate Tracy, who lived one room apart from each other and tried to make that work. Beyond that episode you have my situation from last year, in which (I won't name names) Girl A moved in while dating Guy A, broke things off with him, only to have Girl B who was dating a nonroommate, Guy B who was studying abroad, put the moves on Guy A, until Guy A and Girl B were fucking regularly. Sorry, that was confusing, read it over it you must. I won't even elaborate anymore on this topic, as there are always more threads to every web of deceit I reveal.

Thirdly, and maybe least importantly, I have lived with or near (the dorms) people of just about every race and ethnicity. I even lived with a cool foreigner (that's you Gabe!) who taught me how to dance like they do in a Euro club. The fact that I am mostly tolerant again may work against me, but I think I could fool the casting directors if I had to by playing off my country upbringing.

2) I am somewhat arrogant and have an attitude at times that I am undoubtedly right. Personally, I feel that I keep this to a minimum, and save it for when I really do know I'm right, but other peoples' opinions are usually different than what you expect. While I'm claiming to be arrogant, I might as well slip in that I have been told by a few girls that I am handsome. That has never hurt anyone from getting cast on a reality show, unless you're counting The Swan.

3) People say I am weird, or "quite the character." I would readily carry this over into reality television. My somewhat laid back and odd views on life in general have upset many a friend of mine as they feel that I am the biggest waste of potential that they know. This could be an interesting storyline to follow, will Scott ever get off his ass and make something of himself? Also, although I am well known for how much I watch TV, which is absent from the Real World home, I am also one of the only people I know that never really ever feels bored. I would gladly have a controversial argument with someone for hours, even if I agreed with them, just to keep things interesting.

4) And finally, when I want to, I can drink with the best of them, or at the very least, make a fool of myself with the best of them. I have more absolutely retarded drunken stories than many people I know put together. Sometimes the shear volume of anecdotes I can rail off has led even some close friends to question the realism of my content, or the possibility that such events never took place at all. I would take it upon myself to represent U of M as a fine party school if I was selected for the show. It's the least I could do for my alma matre.

So, it's getting a little late and I have to take a shower anyway. If you just read through all of that, I apologize. If you enjoyed it, then good for you, you enjoy being bored. Off to watch Napoleon Dynamite at the Top of the Park celebration in AA. Cya all later.

Another favorite show...

Don't be fooled by the fact that the WB's new hit show "Beauty and the Geek" is tabbed as an Ashton Kutcher production in the promos, it is definately worth at least one viewing. Not that I don't like punk'd, I just don't like having to see Ashton between clips yelling at the camera and saying how awesome he is (major props to Justin Timberlake for mocking him in a great SNL clip a couple months ago). Anyway, as is my habit when speaking of a new show, I will try and give about a three sentence summary of what it's all about and hope that the rest of you watch the show and fill in the remaining blanks.

So, the show claims to be a social experiment, not a dating show (mostly accurate), in which ditsy girls and geeky guys are paired up to live together in a mansion with hopes of advancement socially and intellectually by both groups. Aside from merely interacting, this is achieved by the girls and guys being teamed up in two person couples, and each member of the couple competes in an event each week (or day, who knows) in which a stereotypical shortcoming of their respective group is tested (for instance, the geeks have to learn and perform massage, the girls have to successfully change their oil and a flat tire, etc). The two winning teams (each sex has an independent winner) get to choose two other couples to go into an elimination room in which a quiz is given, best scoring couple stays.

I must say, the whole elimination aspect of the show bothers me a little. Oh, I forgot to mention the last team standing wins 250k...but either way, if it were really about teaching these people something about life, they wouldn't be sending them out after just a few days together. Besides, the risk of the most entertaining couples being sent away makes me root wholeheartedly for one team over the other most typically. Aside from that shortcoming in my opinion, the show is pure gold. For one, the girls on the show are second to none in pure hotness, and as the show continues they are really warming up to the guys and showing how sweet they can be too (Let me take this space right now to proclaim that I am in love with one of the girls Scarlett - she is amazingly hot, nice, and never fails to smile). Of course, in a show such as this one, the steps taken by both sides to be more tolerant of each other is a theme that makes it worth watching beyond pure comedy and eye candy. With all of this said about the show, let me just highlight a few moments thus far that I really got a good laugh out of at the expense of both the beauties and the geeks.

Girls get quized on 5th grade material - here are some questions that they missed
- What state is further south, S Dakota or N Carolina?
- Name two states that begin with the word New
- Who was President during the Civil War?
- What is the state capitol of New England? (trick question got her badly)
- Spell "tattoo" (Mind you, this word was given as a potential word to study the day before)

Guys have to give massages - Richard, the biggest geek by far, doesn't have a clue, so his teammate opts to give him one for example. Upon simply grabbing his shoulders, he spasms, says she hurt him terribly, and he will not be able to go on any further with the lesson due to the pain.

Medical student gets nervous at the outset of the show and gets a sudden nose bleed, and blames it on the weakness of his mucous membrane or something.

Girl proclaims that D-day was not in 1942, because that was when Columbus sailed the ocean blue.

Girl is told that a car jack can lift over 2 tons, she is confused and replies, "That thing weighs 2 tons?"

Anyway, I could probably go on like this forever, but I'll let you watch the show and figure out what you think for yourself (not that any of you ever would). Just for the hell of it let me say that the show airs at 8 PM on the WB, so set your VDRs now!

Wow, way too long of a layoff

I apologize to my loyal readers (the number of which is apparently growing) who have been left without a blog for oh so long now. I add an additional sorry for my lack of articles that are mentioned in previous blogs as soon to come endeavors. In order to try and touch on a few things that I have been thinking about lately and maybe even some topics touched on in weeks past I will proceed to do another blog in which whatever I'm thinking about gets its own small (but thoughtful) entry. Read away.

- First off, as many of you who regularly talk to me know, there was this weird clip flying around the internet about 2 weeks ago in which a man proclaiming to be an alien prophet calls down a UFO by praying, and this clip wasn't just some fake, it was a report by a local Vegas news affiliate. I was initially amazed by the footage, but needed to investigate the possibility of a hoax. As much as I want to believe the footage is real, I am having a hard time now. There are a few sites out there already devoted to saying he's a fraud, and I must admit that things seem a bit shady. First and foremost, he has a website with numerous videos of himself calling down UFOs...only problem is that it costs $8 to look at these videos. Some prophet, charging money to spread his word (wait, don't lots of churches kinda already...anyway). I even found an interview with him online stating that the aliens have told him that his obeying them will lead to his making great fortunes...sounds a little ridiculous. So, how do people explain his legit UFO footage shot by a news cameraman? One explanation actually seemed pretty legit, as a site online outlines that something like this can be done easily with a large weather balloon and an accomplice. Simply have the second guy release the balloon from a distance at roughly the same time the video is shot, and wait for it to come into view. The balloon gets blown around quite easily and continues rising until the pressure difference causes it to pop, which would easily be confused with it going to hyper-drive in the eyes of an observer. What I can't really explain on the video is how it seems to first appear way up above the witnesses, then seems to move all across the skyline at speeds faster than the wind blowing it (but who knows with editing). As cool as it'd be if it were real, this guy also claims the aliens are approaching for their take-over of earth, which is not so cool (no violence or war he says, just control of our activities). I guess we'll all find out if he's for real soon enough. He claims that a UFO will come down over Vegas within the next 45 days and remain there for over a day in plain sight of everyone. If true, this would be the biggest day in human history.

- I've made it known that I love the new MTV show Next before, and I will touch on it briefly here now. Quite frankly, it is the best dating show ever created. I will save my time explaining the intricacies of the show and just say that there is one deciding dater that ends each date they're on with the word "next," and the next dater (maximum of 5) steps off the famous dating RV that MTV seems to always use. Every minute a date lasts gives the dater $1. If the deciding dater likes you and asks you on a second date, you can take the money and run or accept for nothing but the other person's company. The format is amazing, as just about every imaginable aspect of others shows comes into play. You have insults, completely obscene dating ideas (one guy had to get an enima!), rejection, acceptance, and the lure of the stuff that makes the world go round. Another huge advantage is that with 2 main daters per episode, and typically one man picking women and one woman picking men, you get 6 chances for there to be a hot chick in the episode. The comraderie that forms on the RV is priceless (and hilarious) as well. One great RV moment was when a guy took a dump in the bathroom that was so nasty that the guy who got nexted from his date 30 minutes later asked what the hell the smell was. Another great moment on the bus was when a cocky guy pushed a few too mnay buttons of a fellow dater and an all out fight broke loose. The absolute best aspect of the show though that makes me laugh the hardest is the instantaneous next, when a person doesn't even get a single word in before being told basically, "You are not attractive." Sometimes they seem irrational (Once a person reminded the girl of an ex), other times they are fun to predict when the people are first introduced. Being on a dating show like Next is yet another reason I really need to move to California.

- After my recent bitching of being about 191 lbs and competely out of shape, I have some good news. Subjecting myself to daily basketball play and an 8 minute abs video I downloaded off the internet has dropped me down to 186, and that took about a week. I hope to hit about 182ish and hold there, while lifting some weights to replace the fat with muscle again.

- I'm probably going to get to work at Dollar Bill regularly again soon, so if I just survive the summer moneywise I think I will make it through the rest of my life just fine, I just have some things to take care of still. Hopefully I can become a decent substitute teacher when the school year begins again, as this would be perfect experience to get a teaching job at whatever grad school I end up going to (if I don't get a job sometime soon).

- With our pool finally open I've been getting in some pretty damn good tanning the past few weeks. In reality though, the tanning is merely an excuse to head to the pool when the hot girls that live here are down there sunning themselves (I'm serious, it's pathetic, I admit).

- When I started this blog I promised myself that it would never become some emotionally motivated "Diary" of sorts, and I think that I have done pretty well so far not crossing that boundary. Sometimes I hate that promise though as it has suspended my ability to write about many things that I am passionate about without bringing other people into the discussion. I guess the best reason I had for limiting the content of this blog was to never embarass anybody else that reads it, as it is sometimes way too easy to infer who inflicted the damage that led to an angry or saddened blog, and that is unfair to anyone. I am wasting your time with rant because I just wanted to put it on record that unless something amazing comes along some time soon, I think I have sworn off women (almost completely) until I get my life back in order or make some kind of change. Don't get me wrong, I have no intentions of turning down a dream woman (who by the way was Kate Beckinsale in my dream last night, seriously, good dream), but pursuing anyone at this point seems to be well....pointless. Honestly, I really don't feel that bad about the decision either. Loneliness feels a very long ways away right now.

- I finally attempted and succeeded in burning a DVD that I rented this past week. I may start renting a lot more movies pretty soon here. It was hard to believe how much bullshit it took to figure out how to do it (believe me, this ain't no CD burning, this is like you need at least two programs running together, sometimes 3), but the end result more than made up for all the misinformation I had to crawl through online.

- I hate to say it, but the Pistons will likely lose to the Spurs in 6. I see them winning the next game, then us fighting back to force the series back to San An, but that will be the end of that tomfoolery. Had we played better in just one of the first two games I think I would choose us (who am I to say us??? I don't play for the Pistons) now, but alas, I left my time machine in the car.

- I made mention a really long time ago that Mike got super drunk the one night and created quite a challenge in getting him back in the house. I really don't care to talk about it now, so if you really want this story all you have to do is ask.

- I've been wondering, is the reason that very few people comment on my blog because it isn't full of longwinded speeches about how my ex-girlfriend hurt my feelings or how depressed and lonely I am, or is it because not too many people who read my blog are the type that would write such a blog? Seriously, you all must know a livejournal or blogger.com user out there who lets it all hang out in their entries, and they get seemingly limitless comments from people just as sensitive as themselves. Since I already promised not to write such fluff, I may be desperate enough to go the other direction - pure controversy!!! Maybe I should just write something completely silly and hateful, like a racist column or something...Just kidding

- I was just thinking, "Boy, this must be my longest blog ever."

- I bet you didn't know that the Travel Channel has some sweet programming on in the afternoon. I guess they're trying to promote these areas to potential paranormal investigators, as shows about UFO sightings, hauntings, and big foot are on almost daily. As misplaced as these shows may seem, they keep me captivated. I already spoke of UFOs in depth earlier, but let me continue by saying that I am a firm believer that they do in fact exist, and are not human (or dolphin) in origin. In fact, I laugh in the face of people who think otherwise. The best show I ever saw on the phenomenon was an ABC special hosted by Peter Jennings, which recently replayed on National Geographic channel (I Tivoed it and have it on my computer now). I find it humerous when skeptics come up with their competely illogical explanations. One skeptic on the show said the huge UFO (seen and reported by thousands) over Pheonix about 6-7 years was bullcrap because there was no signs of a craft on radar. Later in the show he says it was clearly A-10s dropping flares in formation over the city. Are A-10s suddenly stealth? Why wouldn't they show up on radar? Why would they drop flares over a huge city at night? Another was a skeptic telling about 100 military personel at a base that a UFO around the area was the planet Venus, especially since a jet was flown out to the UFO and flew besides it to the testimony of both Air Force pilots. The whole incident was even documented by the people involved, all military, and blown off. Numerous comercial pilots have made the same claims, and get told it was a cloud or something. Throw out 99.9% of all sightings that are completely explainable (one show had a crazy woman taking pictures near an airport with the clear signs of the wing lights and was sure it was a UFO), then consider the expert witnesses in pilots, then look at the numerous military reports, then consider that some cases were seen by as many as 6 independent police patrol cars in one segment on the show, and explain this all away. You simply cannot do it.

- Michigan won the WCWS of Softball! This wouldn't mean much to me except I am friends or aquaintances with the majority of the team. I only attended about 6 games this year (as opposed to maybe 20 last year), but I am still extemely proud. Go Blue!!!

- I went to check out the new ugly Michigan jerseys at the M Den...and they looked normal. Wemay have to wait till opening day to figure out what to really expect.

- My fingers are getting tired.

- I love Lemon-lime kool-aid.

- I'm going to go now, so I can drink some kool-aid cause that last one just made me thirsty.