so, last night's planned date with the tv did not materialize, as a group of four co-workers, on co-worker's fiance, and myself wound up bowling. we saw no skinheads.

last time i was bowling (it was also the time i karaoke'ed 'wouldn't it be nice?') i discovered that whole 'aim for the arrows' technique, and this time i discovered that i actually get better as i get drunker. huh? well, i went 115-128-147 (and the 147 should have been better, as my fourth frame was turned into 2/gutter by scoring malfunctions), while drinking and yelling the majority of the time.

(an aside that might explain this: in eighth grade, a class trip took us to florda, and among the highlights was a day of space camp-type activities. they did some sort of experiment involving reaction times, and it turned out that one's reaction time was greatly improved as that person got dizzier. the reason? when dizziness reigns, you concentrate on concentrating more. your focus is better. must be the same after seven beers.)

so the night was a good one, and co-worker andy also bought me a bag of funyuns on the way home.

in other news, i'm offended that coldplay just beat out outkast for record of the year. and that chris martin of coldplay is stumping for john kerry. and i think it's ridiculous that the neptunes didn't get to walk onstage to accept their producer of the year award because, quite honestly, they've been the biggest force in popular music over the last two years. and i'm offended that mary j. blige said 'way to go pharrell,' but didn't even mention chad 'the crazy asian' hugo. i liked the white stripes' performance, although i wish they had fit either 'i just don't know what to do with myself' or 'there's no home for your here' somewhere into one of those damn ridiculous medley things. prince was superb, but i don't like beyonce as much as nearly every other person in the world.

is it bad that i just wish steven tyler would die already?