tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39546442011-04-21T18:10:10.931-05:00a compendium of thoughts about baseball, rock music, and fantasy football...totally boring crap.RHHnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-24872698838553592922008-11-10T20:41:00.003-06:002008-11-10T21:14:40.899-06:00

For the sake of posterity, let's wrap this thing up.Somewhere between acceptance to and enrollment in business school, life became totally awesome.In January, I started dating the most wonderful woman in the world. We worked in the same building, down the hall, and not really together. She's pretty amazing. She makes me happy happy.In April, I was fired from my job. A mass firing. Seven of 45 or

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-54485804172655431022008-04-16T22:08:00.002-05:002008-04-16T22:15:27.517-05:00

I feel like I should write something. I've been exhausted lately. Just exhausted. I'm coming off some ridiculous stretch of something like 10 or 11 school nights during which I've fallen asleep on the couch. This is bad, but happens, I guess.Here are the semi-important updates for people that don't, well, talk to me but do, well, care.The Cats said no. Ann Arbor said no. It happens.In my haste, I

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-20996269280021233432008-03-30T22:01:00.002-05:002008-03-30T22:16:02.743-05:00

Well, the Major League Baseball season had a totally awesome North American Opening Night tonight. First game at Nationals Park. Washington leads throughout. Washington blows the lead in the top of the ninth, as Jon Rauch uncorks a two-out wild pitch, allowing Gregor Blanco to score the tying run. 2-2 entering the bottom of the ninth. Pete Moylan of the Braves gets the first two Nationals out and

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-6942245374183122142008-03-22T12:09:00.003-05:002008-03-22T13:09:33.401-05:00

Let's talk boring things, but only briefly.Boring Thing 1: My NCAA Tournament BracketI picked Tennessee over Texas in the final. I added Kansas and UCLA to the Final Four. I'm happy with these picks.I picked Tennessee because I want Tennessee to win. For a long time, I didn't like Bruce Pearl at all. He's slimy, right? (I mean, he looks slimy, really.) But, as it turns out, it seems like he's a

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-70334857081525951152008-03-13T18:09:00.002-05:002008-03-13T18:31:04.389-05:00

Hey, so the Northwestern Wildcats just lost in the first round of the Big Ten Tournament. So, hey, they blew a 16-point lead. So, hey, whatareyagonnado?Northwestern closes the season 1-18 in the Big Ten, which is awful, but at least better than 0-16, I guess. I'm okay with that.I'm okay with it because, well, I still like cheering for Northwestern. And I like them to do well. And because, well,

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-65682028445934523132008-03-10T23:00:00.003-05:002008-03-10T23:07:19.652-05:00

So, I got home from work today and checked my mail. I get home and check my mail everyday, of course.There were three items:1) Large envelope from third-tier MBA program that has been sending me large envelopes for several months.2) Financial Statement3) Large envelope from the IRSLarge envelopes from the IRS suck. I sent in my tax return, say, a month ago. I didn't even cheat on it. Seriously, I

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-6258180211908275822008-03-09T22:37:00.002-05:002008-03-09T22:56:38.238-05:00

This will be exciting. It's about beating The Man.In late February, as I moved into my current apartment, I established new cable service. My decision was a good one - Internet, Digital Cable, Premium channels, $86/month. A fair rate, it would seem and, owing to the fact that I'm in a tree-filled apartment complex, the only one I could make with the monopoly I'm working with.Now, it was a 12-

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-88083204151618825512008-03-03T17:49:00.002-06:002008-03-03T18:06:51.400-06:00

Let us write briefly about fruit-flavored beers.As a man, and a manly man, to be sure, it is my instinct to dislike - nay, despise - any fruit-flavored beverage so audacious as to call itself beer. After all, beer is manly. Fruit is, well, not-manly, apparently.And, yes, my favorite beers remain those that are not fruit-flavored: Bell's Brown Ale, Miller High Life, Sam Adams Summer Ale and, yes,

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-39244430617993451692008-02-28T21:27:00.002-06:002008-02-28T21:43:19.667-06:00

Man, if a country singer ever applied to business school..."I forgot to sign my transcript request form..."I got that message at 5:10 today. I had faxed across a transcript request for the next choice on my list, the well-there's-a-week-until-the-deadline-but-they've-shown-they-want-me-and-I-should-get-in school. It's a great school, and I'd be lucky to wind up there. But I forgot to sign the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-27984015707181866362008-02-27T22:59:00.001-06:002008-02-27T22:59:55.469-06:00

I got lots and lots of food from my mom this weekend. She claims it's a great joy - I claim it was a novelty initially, and now it's become another motherly task. I love this motherly task, but I feel bad when I wake up Sunday morning, drive home, arrive in The Ring Fingernail, and realize something like eight full grocery bags and a cooler stocked with produce and frozen meat. That's a lot of

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-74352737788519541172008-02-26T17:39:00.003-06:002008-02-26T18:11:19.606-06:00

Quick thoughts on a weekend, "strictly business" trip home:- Interviews went okay. Well, Friday's interview in Evanston went okay, and Saturday's in Hyde Park went well. Friday's was with an admissions committee person, and she stared and nodded and wrote furiously the whole time. I got hardly a single good joke in. Saturday's was with a current second-year student, and we giggled a fair amount

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-58098352402773645862008-02-20T19:26:00.002-06:002008-02-20T19:30:17.536-06:00

I mean, I know there's a world of wonder on Wikipedia, but, wow, this is, I'd say, the wonderfulest.I'm really sorry for writing this. But, gosh, "one of the limited number of words possible in Calculator Spelling"!?! Really!?I can't imagine writing this. Wouldn't you giggle the whole time? I would too. It's genius. I hope seventh graders around the world have discovered it.- - - - - -I should be

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-69151647046315589482008-02-19T20:48:00.002-06:002008-02-19T20:56:27.091-06:00

I did something totally cool and totally manly on Saturday morning: I paid for a beard trim.I paid for a haircut as well, but the beard trim was clearly the highlight. The smock (What do you call the thing the barber covers you with? The cover?) was basically a brown flecked with white in the vicinity of the neck when it was through and, truth be told, it was about the most satisfying five

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-57733874548232166442008-02-18T19:12:00.002-06:002008-02-18T19:21:56.833-06:00

Last Wednesday, I had my best run in, like, forever. Slated for four miles, it went five, in large part because I was listening to The National's Boxer and the new Vampire Weekend record. Bouncy, fun, exciting, on both counts.It was a nice-ish night - 25 degrees or so, limited wind - so I made the decision to strap on the running shoes and go outside. It's a nice feeling to sweat in sub-freezing

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1900767924850803312008-02-14T21:49:00.002-06:002008-02-15T04:32:34.261-06:00

Ok, so this "three or four or five days a week thing" may be infeasible. Oh well.I am a 27-year-old dude, and I cook for myself every night. It's usually real food, often involving slicing or steaming vegetables or simmering a soup or using spices or something like that. This can be considered odd.So, considering that there are a variety of high-quality pizza places in the area, along with a slew

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-12921082822827020982008-02-10T16:48:00.000-06:002008-02-11T00:02:06.286-06:00

I've never gotten on an ebay kick. I've never sold or purchased anyone's soul, and I've never sought out phallic snack foods, I've never even investigated the procurement of reasonable but necessary things like cell phone batteries. (I need a cell phone battery, and quite badly.)My ebay purchases have all been music-related: Three posters (one totally-kickin' Travis poster, which is pretty uncool

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-3706861611299463332008-02-07T20:18:00.001-06:002008-02-07T20:34:12.088-06:00

I've got an awesome new shirt. I purchased it at Goodwill. I believe it's best described as "tattered gay cowboy chic." It's the greatest shirt I've ever purchased. Maybe the greatest thing I've ever purchased.My shirt got no less than five compliments when it made its debut on Monday, along with a very firm pat on the back from my giggliest coworker. My favorite was when I sat at my fashion

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-47622156463500634272008-02-06T01:10:00.000-06:002008-02-06T01:23:50.630-06:00

My sister is awesome, you know. She's also been confused, or not so much confused, but just abyss'ed. Away, then Chicago, then in the parents' house [I just wrote 'basement,' but that was me], then arts-ing, then thinking Chicago again, then, well, who knows.So, anyway, last week, my sister got a real, real, grownup job. I'm proud of her. I'm proud of her. I'm so proud of her. Who knows? She

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-11899879360825658532008-02-04T22:22:00.000-06:002008-02-04T22:36:43.634-06:00

I've lost control of this thing. I'm taking control back. It sits here during the week and then, on Sunday, I spend an hour recounting. It's dumb. It's routine. Nobody gets to the end of entries. How could you? There's no central topic. They're, like, 900 words. Or longer. They're so light on detail - names and locations excluded to protect the innocent, obviously - so as to be

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-12208348565170851622008-01-28T22:56:00.000-06:002008-01-28T23:56:44.257-06:00

Last post of the month, I'd say, with 99 percent certainty. We'll make it a good one, quick hit(ish)-style:I was supposed to have a good, restful night tonight - catch up on outstanding phone calls, eat a quick dinner, basically relax. Well, I got a great mid-winter outdoor run in post-work, finishing by 6:30, and had started chopping vegetables for dinner by the time Jeopardy! started, at 7:30.

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-30117348132801912152008-01-20T19:21:00.000-06:002008-01-20T20:16:20.470-06:00

Hey, so, it's been a long time. Three weeks almost. I have used the three weeks very, very well, for the record.Rough summary of what has happened on a week by week basis, starting with the semi-week.Wednesday, January 2 - Friday, January 4: Stalling, probably. Watched West Virginia's coach say "West Gosh Darn Virginia!"Saturday, January 5 - Friday, January 11: Application-ing. The whole

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-40233605164689684292008-01-01T21:52:00.000-06:002008-01-01T23:09:42.438-06:00

Happy New Year!(I remember Flax writing "Happy New Year" at, like, 12:04 on January 1. That was the coolest thing anyone has ever done. I only mention Flax specifically as a way to draw comments, by the way.)I just thought I'd write here, because I like writing here.Here's my news:I finished one application. I completed it, submitted it, and paid the application fee. As of 10:36 p.m., I am a

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-58381061460410923112007-12-21T00:03:00.000-06:002007-12-21T00:16:03.258-06:00

It's late, and I'm not packed yet, and I'll be hopefully leaving for the Chi shortly after work tomorrow, but I thought I'd stop and write, just ever-so-briefly.I've had really nice conversations with Nemo and Gurs the last two nights, net conversation time of nearly three hours - lots and lots of minutiae covered, which is important. Substantive things, too.I finished Christmas shopping and

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-71555075936827124682007-12-13T19:13:00.000-06:002007-12-13T20:27:50.235-06:00

So then, the question on your minds, clearly, based on the staggering response to Sunday's post, is whether I efficiently went to the coffee shop to prepare applications. And, well, I got there in timely fashion on Monday, and was pretty productive, and then I got there in timely fashion on Tuesday, but was less productive.But I'm not done yet, nor that close, but, Hey, what are you gonna do?- -

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-73529835919553937562007-12-09T22:14:00.001-06:002007-12-09T23:21:51.669-06:00

I think this will be really boring, but I feel pretty good about things right now.If we're considering weekends to start when work ends on Friday (5 p.m.), and to end at the time one should be in bed on Sunday (midnight), and to not include the approximate time one should be asleep on the weekend (let's say, 2 a.m. until 9 a.m., which seems reasonable enough), then weekends last 41 hours. I am

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-28993040532728303822007-12-02T08:54:00.000-06:002007-12-02T10:03:21.865-06:00

I'm writing now, at 10 a.m., so that I don't have any excuse to not do anything tonight. ("I should work on my applications...wait, I've got readers by the quarter-score who need my musings to survive...always, always, devotion to the readers.")Let's talk about my favorite thing in the world: College football. Really, I think college football is my favorite thing in the world.I've not read enough

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-63864510120698817342007-11-25T21:25:00.000-06:002007-11-25T22:24:19.488-06:00

I'm better now, friends. I swear, I'm better now. That's good news, right?I had an uneventful Thanksgiving, kind of a sad one, but I'm better now. It was kind of a sad one because it was the second of my life spent without my family, and the first of my life spent without turkey.(The first of my life spent without family was spent in Champaign, Illinois, watching terrible, terrible Big Ten

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-24408986303676863722007-11-20T17:46:00.001-06:002007-11-20T17:55:10.035-06:00

Sorry about that last post.This is more fun:That's Halloween. I wish the picture were better, and that I'd've found a better wig.This is probably more fun:Thanksgiving. That's my mom. The one with the beard.Actually, this is most fun.This is Halloween 2003. I'm Joe Borowski.Happy Thanksgiving. And belated Halloween, I guess.

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-6164289677477520552007-11-18T20:21:00.000-06:002007-11-19T17:39:04.661-06:00

So I came to a rather startling and fringe-depressing conclusion today: I'm, essentially, driven by nothing. I like hanging out and talking to people and drinking beer and listening to music and watching football and reading about most things, but I'm not [fill in the blank]-oriented. I'm not goal-oriented. I'm not career-oriented. I'm not...oriented. Not at all.The MBA program thoughts have come

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-61362486170366558252007-11-11T20:46:00.000-06:002007-11-11T22:28:46.330-06:00

A friend of mine had a friend of his up this weekend. This friend is from the UP, which means that this friend can drink. My God, I, as old drunk baseball men say, "got after it" for two straight nights, which is cool, but led to a Sunday spent in pajamas and the 2003 TwinsFest long-sleeved t-shirt. I got some laundry done, and I got to talk to my sister, but, other than drinking three Cherry

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-29880929191934826262007-11-05T22:58:00.000-06:002007-11-06T00:02:42.139-06:00

In recapping this past weekend with Gurs, I shall repeat a statement which I wrote or implied my last significant time with Nemo: I am at a point in my life where doing nothing is a completely acceptable form of entertainment. I believe Gurs and I did largely nothing for all of Saturday, and for large parts of Sunday, and for large parts of our time together Thursday, and, really, for much of

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-20956979964161785322007-10-31T20:51:00.000-05:002007-10-31T21:51:09.684-05:00

Hey, so, let's get something down here.It's almost Go time, which is to say that, eight hours from now, I'll be boarding a plan to Chicago to Minneapolis. That's pretty exciting. I know where I'm going. I'm not packed, but I can be fairly quickly. I will be shortly after this is written. Also, my alarm is currently set for 4 a.m., based on the theory that there's an ever-so-slight chance that

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-70312406917266459952007-10-23T19:25:00.000-05:002007-10-23T20:34:48.880-05:00

Perhaps, malaise. That might be the best way to put it. A daze at work - maybe things are blending together after a year? No desire to follow up on the whole "kick ass on the GMAT thing" - what journey is left? Maybe the fact that the sunset is happening before 7 is just getting to me. But, anyway, I've been oddly odd in the last ten days or so, since my return from Chicago.Example 1: The

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-5654353758093303752007-10-17T18:56:00.000-05:002007-10-17T19:15:48.866-05:00

Last week was one of the most exhausting, stressful weeks of my life, to be honest. Maybe I brought it upon myself, because I chose to take the GMAT the same week I chose to head home (well, the weekend chose me, as I do live in the most remote corner of the universe, it seems, sometimes), but, man, it kind of sucked. I was pretty exhausted. I had accidental couch sleep Sunday, Monday, and

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-59670906257436234002007-10-07T21:44:00.000-05:002007-10-07T22:30:23.693-05:00

Let's get the Cubs out of the way, real quickly. I'm not angry or pissed off or anything; I'm mostly past being angry or pissed off about sports results (unless they're the result of utter and unadulterated stupidity, as that Duke loss for NU was.). I've come to the conclusion that these games are entertainment for me and, even if they Cubbies are terrible, they've still kept me relatively

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-2262668321621966852007-10-04T23:33:00.000-05:002007-10-04T23:55:18.569-05:00

It's the middle of the fifth inning, and Doug Davis just drove home Justin Upton - on a freakin' "safety squeeze" (I put it in quotes because I strongly don't believe it's a play) - and the Cubs are down 8-2, and the Cubs are done, and it's 12:30, and I'm going to watch 90 more minutes of this junk. So I'll write, but just briefly.First, is it too much to ask Michael Wuertz to field his position?

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-86909184159866975682007-09-30T22:26:00.000-05:002007-10-01T21:29:08.639-05:00

I mean, I know you didn't really notice, but I've basically been away for two weeks, and the last full-length post is three weeks old. That makes me sad, but it's perfectly understandable, kind of.I've been doing three things, primarily:1) sleeping, earlier than usual2) following the Cubs3) studyingLet's talk about sleeping. I refocused on it last week. I spent last Sunday overwhelmed by my first

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-77395400156442465492007-09-17T22:13:00.000-05:002007-09-17T22:30:28.755-05:00

I'd just like to write that the Chicago Cubs are the greatest team in the history of the world. Or, the greatest 79-70 team. Or, the greatest 79-70 team that I've ever supported, anyway.They're super. Just awesome.When Aramis ripped his two-run, game-tying triple tonight, I'm pretty sure I heard Ron Santo whistling. Whistling. He's properly impartial, I'd say. (Of course, there's no part of any

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-51463401727308659382007-09-10T22:55:00.000-05:002007-09-11T02:15:13.874-05:00

Because they're probably the thing in life I'm most passionate about (perhaps this is a damning characterization of me, or a statement of the awesomeness of being a fan of anything, really), let's start with the Cats. The 2-0 Cats.The 2-0 Cats should, without a doubt, be the 1-1 Cats. They were not the better team on Saturday. Outside of their bookend drives (the game-opening TD pass, and the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-38569151626798667792007-09-05T20:09:00.000-05:002007-09-05T20:38:49.302-05:00

Let's just mention here that the Cats' win was wholly satisfying. I'm more excited today (after they've played) than I was Friday (before their season debut). This team should certainly play a game in December, which is probably the goal this year.Also wholly satisfying was, of course, the Michigan Wolverines' loss. People who didn't enjoy the fact that Michigan lost to Appalachian State aren't

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-32706197261118548082007-08-30T22:32:00.000-05:002007-09-01T12:07:51.098-05:00

So, because it's long-awaited, I've decided that it's worth it to write my Northwestern football preview. My track record is short and spotty: I picked seven wins for last year's 4-8 club, and I picked a 4-7 season for the 2005 team's 7-6 Sun Bowl season, which is more impressive than it sounds. In 2004, I was close, picking a 7-5 season for a team that went 6-6, losing at Hawaii to close the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-51347331161246087802007-08-27T21:29:00.001-05:002007-08-30T22:57:24.669-05:00

Let's talk, briefly, about the greatest prank I've ever perpetrated. I don't perpetrate a lot of pranks, and I de-perped this one after about 16 hours, but it was still a fantastic prank. Or, joke. Or, something. Not a prank, I guess.So, it takes place last week at work.A few months ago, a friend of mine was down in the CHI for the Pitchfork Music Fest. He noticed everyone's favorite Canadian

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-35845690476455082502007-08-19T22:23:00.000-05:002007-08-27T22:22:24.823-05:00

So, I guess it's been too long again. It's odd that it's so long between posts, because sometimes I think I'd like to write things, and then there's never enough time. Seriously. I'm oddly busy, though not really.But, I came to this realization on, say, last Thursday, when I was impressed with my perfect willingness to go to bed (not sleep, which would come after 45 minutes of reading) at 11: I'm

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-73586731214927308392007-08-10T21:43:00.000-05:002007-08-10T22:56:59.753-05:00

It's been too long but, I mean, you're probably cool with that.In what is some sort of record for me post-1999, I've seen two movies at theaters in a period of six days.Capsule reviews:The Simpsons Movie was about everything I could have hoped for, and about everything that the generally-positive reviews left me expecting. The plot was properly absurd, and enough to fill the 80-minute running

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-76180440066815099812007-07-30T22:17:00.000-05:002007-07-30T22:48:20.119-05:00

I guess I should write a full recap of my parents' visit this past weekend but, really, not that much happened. Four wonderful dinners, including a Sunday night dinner where a few friends joined, lots of time on the beach (often asleep or pretending to be asleep), several round trip apartment-to-hotel drives and vice versa, two fairly successful rounds of golf (detailed in comment form on the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-13445148323529528922007-07-26T21:46:00.000-05:002007-07-26T22:56:20.069-05:00

I'd like to write a few things, but, let's be honest, there's not much time. My parents are in town, and that's totally awesome. We just had a really nice dinner, and my mom tried to set me up with the waitress. Turns out, the waitress was about 20. (Which is, for the record, younger than my sister.) Sadly, for my mom, I think the waitress was turned off by my giggling and my mom's slurring. Just

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-10223321152841171132007-07-17T21:15:00.000-05:002007-08-19T11:02:15.349-05:00

Let's talk briefly about the saga of a quartet of Cubs tickets. The game was this past Saturday, a wonderfully-pitched Ted Lilly victory. Aramis had a key double, Soriano ended the home run drought, and the Cubs won, at the time, for the 14th time in their last 18 games. It was pretty awesome.The game date was Saturday, July 14.I confirmed ownership of the tickets, oh, say, Wednesday, July 4.

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-56521742821963337352007-07-11T20:35:00.000-05:002007-07-12T00:55:02.616-05:00

Generally, watching TV can be safely considered a waste of time, right? I guess you can learn something (of value) from PBS, and maybe Meet the Press and the rest of the Sunday morning circuit can get you some current events, and perhaps Planet Earth (though I've never seen it - I've heard watching the grass grow is "amazing") is valuable for the perspective it gives you on the natural world, and

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-54582239523732943862007-07-02T22:56:00.000-05:002007-07-03T00:07:36.089-05:00

Quick, before I write about this past fantastic, too-short weekend (they're all fantastic, and all too short)...I totally forgot one thing about last weekend, aka The Engagement Party of the Millennium. It's The Crab Walk. And it's an impromptu celebration, appropriate for thrilling cornhole victories, or for in-water celebration after fantastic off-the-dock Frisbee catches, or for anything else

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-68271254217616871872007-06-25T21:05:00.000-05:002007-08-19T11:02:53.148-05:00

I kind of knew that this past weekend would be awesome - friends, booze, a lake - but I didn't realize that it could possibly be this huge. Awesomely, fantastically huge. Perfect company, perfect planning, perfect weather. Dude, there was a reggae band, and they totally said, "Have lots of kids. We'll have a limbo party."Let's just do this quick-hit style. It's not really possible to put it into

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-87801219085114639772007-06-21T23:08:00.000-05:002007-06-21T23:53:35.311-05:00

A quick one, because I'd like to write something about my dad. It was Father's Day over the weekend after all, and I chose to call, though I was in a food coma when we spoke and was, therefore, pretty unresponsive.I like my dad for a lot of reasons, none of them particularly interesting or illuminating. Mostly, he's a nice guy. And he's a funny guy. And he's pretty smart, too.Examples of funny:

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-44884781860402073892007-06-18T22:43:00.000-05:002007-06-19T01:40:19.007-05:00

I'd really like to recap my brother and his lady's fantastic visit up here - it was fantastic, though I was pretty much an embarrassing drunk, on some level - but there was a revelation that happened right as they were about to arrive that is far too important to not open with.Ok. Here. Just learned this weekend:Asparagus makes your urine stink. I mean, reek something awful.You probably knew that

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-21347241918687844472007-06-10T17:19:00.000-05:002007-06-10T18:17:30.424-05:00

It's weekends like this that make The Ring Fingernail the perfect place in the world. Mid-80s all weekend, and enough of a sunburn to let me know I'm alive. Sweet. Some semi-sleepy beach reading on Saturday, some low-quality beach volleyball this afternoon, and grilling and the Cubbies later on tonight.As I said, about perfect.- - - - - - - Grilling. I made a major purchase last Sunday. I

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-79791101560177455472007-06-04T23:49:00.000-05:002007-06-05T00:51:46.407-05:00

Holy crap, dude. Conan just told me that Kobayashi's hot dog eating record was broken over the weekend. Where the hell is Darren Rovell? Here he is, and it doesn't seem like he's even covering the news. When America's - nay, the world's - foremost competitive eating reporter doesn't have the story, America - nay, the world - has got a problem.(It used to be professional jealousy, friends. Now

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-89656314017300941992007-05-29T23:08:00.000-05:002007-05-30T00:33:29.206-05:00

Tonight I had my first, "Oh, jeez, it's that late?" moment of the summer, and that's truly awesome.Scene: Some barPlayers: Myself, two coworkersActivity: Not much, starting at about 6:30 or so. Talking too loudly, about nothing particularly interesting. Lots of me listening to 'design' talk, and eating Gorgonzola dip. Really, pretty productive, in its own (unproductive) way. Also, I should note

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-45299940741317285552007-05-21T22:47:00.000-05:002007-05-21T23:46:31.645-05:00

No, there's not that much to write, necessarily, but there's never that much to write. Maybe that's the joy of it all.My sister graduated college on Friday. Who holds a graduation on a Friday morning? A bunch of hippies, that's who. It was reported to be a pretty good time, with my parents and Stumpy (not Stump) making an appearance and, apparently, the bad weather holding off. So that's

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-79275268100291514332007-05-18T17:55:00.000-05:002007-05-18T18:44:33.266-05:00

Hey, let's talk about The Hold Steady. It was awesome.A 90-minute set, one encore, one impromptu-seeming second encore, a pretty adoring, enthusiastic crowd, quite a bit of sweat, one really heartfelt Craig Finn monologue and another absolutely fantastic, hilarious one, one dork with a Twins jersey on and another who threw a Twins hat onstage, a few buzz-beginning beers during the opener, and

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-68697135231714153702007-05-13T22:59:00.000-05:002007-05-14T00:02:59.497-05:00

One certain way to define a "good night:" Sometime, I'm not sure when, but we'll say 3:45, belly full of eggs over-easy and hash browns, drifting in and out of sleep on one of those floor rocking chairs. Not that great yet. But, upon waking, hearing that familiar strum and, instinctively, belting it out: "When you were young, you were the King of Carrot Flowers. And you how built a tower tumbling

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-37254109109754731012007-05-07T23:44:00.000-05:002007-05-08T00:33:20.959-05:00

I'm coming off of the excitement of the most fantastically gay, yet completely heterosexual, weekend I've ever been involved with. I think Jenny and Tina mutually refer to each other as "hetero life partners," and it would seem that my pal Nemo and I are headed about that way.Among the highlights: - Getting soft serve ice cream - Wine tasting, ever so briefly - Playfully slapping around the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-2993320846273438912007-04-29T22:21:00.000-05:002007-04-29T23:13:26.321-05:00

I'll blame my sister for this not being as long as I had thought it might be. Or, perhaps, I'll thank her.A coworker had a particularly rough Wednesday. I like this coworker quite a bit. I turned to him, 11ish, when it was already apparent that it was going to be a rough one: "Let's drink tonight." He nodded in agreement, and it was on. He came over about 8:45 or 9, left about 12:45, we picked up

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-64583845285384658972007-04-23T22:20:00.000-05:002007-04-23T23:35:28.252-05:00

There were a whole lot of reasons I wasn't looking forward to this past weekend - the imminent 11 hours in the car, a wedding I wasn't that excited to go to. And then, as it turns out, it was about the most beautiful weekend we've had this year - 80-plus degrees, even in The Ring Fingernail - and I was pretty pissed to know that I'd be driving, sunroof open, but still driving, rather than

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-49374611459018383632007-04-12T22:07:00.000-05:002007-04-12T23:00:56.658-05:00

Let's get something down here. It's been too long.I was all set to make a great joke, but then I didn't get around to posting last week. The joke: "Yeah, so the kids up here were pretty disappointed on Thursday. You see, they should have had a snow day. But they couldn't - they were on spring break."See, so it's not that funny of a joke, and it wouldn't've even been funny when it was pertinent,

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-21664976250084022022007-04-02T21:46:00.000-05:002007-04-02T23:33:41.888-05:00

Is Opening Day the best? Yes, Opening Day is the best.Sure, the Cubs stunk, though only the box score can tell me that. (Working during the game, sigh, though I did get cursory, surreptitious glances at the score throughout the day.) I got home only in time to hear some sort of odd Mitch Williams-Don Zimmer highlights montage, but also in time to turn on the Royals-Red Sox game - about the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-33243184660271732912007-03-28T21:33:00.000-05:002007-03-28T22:15:15.812-05:00

I've been a certified professional geek for six months now (six months!), and yesterday was officially my first appearance of work-related, at-home stress. Maybe the first. I'm not sure, but I definitely spent time last night thinking about today. And work. And its related stresses.The plan was, of course, to get a full night's sleep, but that was foiled by conversation with a former baseball

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-87451369053507239902007-03-25T20:04:00.000-05:002007-03-25T21:39:36.426-05:00

I'd like to make this more than a once-a-week thing, as it's been lately, but sometimes you want to sleep or sometimes you unintentionally fall asleep or sometimes whatever weekend or weeknight hijinks I've been involved in don't really warrant recounting here. Sigh.For instance, my hijinks this weekend included another "fall asleep at 9 watching hoops on the couch, and don't wake up until 5ish

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-88192886645116290542007-03-18T21:46:00.000-05:002007-03-18T22:36:40.510-05:00

A lost weekend, but that's kind of the point, right? Lots of hoops, which is definitely the point, an uneventful-but-kind-of-beery St. Patrick's Day, a few shorter runs, and lots more sleep than planned.Let's talk sleep just a bit.The workweek was slightly longer than usual this past week (and again this upcoming week), with three consecutive midweek days of 7 a.m. start times. Sigh. We'll deal

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-35148766370303813252007-03-12T21:48:00.000-05:002007-03-12T22:58:41.753-05:00

Let's talk productivity. I had a kind-of productive weekend, though mostly borne of just one slice of productivity, and all that productivity involved was me (barely) waking up in time to let the service guy in the door. He came at about 9:20, and by about 10:05, I was out a hundred bucks but had a functional washer and dryer. Balls. !Upside: A functional washer and dryer!Downside: A washer and

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-22727176818326797852007-03-07T21:56:00.000-06:002007-03-07T22:38:47.544-06:00

I won't be able to properly put into words how productive and tiring and fantastically fun this weekend was, but I'll explain it like this: My parents left Chicago at 4 a.m. on Saturday morning, drove through whiteout conditions, then basically worked uninterrupted from 1:30 p.m. Saturday afternoon through 1 a.m. Monday morning. Uninterrupted? Seriously. We had about an hour worth of dinner on

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-2002941899085035182007-02-27T21:49:00.000-06:002007-03-01T21:22:38.392-06:00

My mom’s pretty much the best in the world, but those of you inclined to waste five minutes of your time here certainly know that already.Two examples of why my mom is pretty much the best in the world:Today, she left a message. “Hey, son. I have literally nothing I’m calling about. Ba-bye.”I think it’s pretty funny. I called back shortly thereafter, and we wound up talking about

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-18715854681803174312007-02-19T22:37:00.000-06:002007-02-19T23:19:30.351-06:00

Three posts, three specific urinal stories. Readership, on the upswing!This is a follow-up on our not-washing-his-hands story from last week.Today, I arrived at the urinal as a germophobe ("coughs and sneezes spread diseases!") coworker was finishing his work. Options are wait, or use the stall. I wait, just a moment, and initiate conversation while waiting. He goes to washing his hands. Our

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-77555716345370905102007-02-18T10:34:00.000-06:002007-02-19T21:06:09.716-06:00

Let's talk hygiene. Cleanliness. Avoiding the spread of germs.(This is definitely the second straight post with the word 'urinal.' I think that's probably my readership cause.)We all know that we're supposed to, you know, wash our hands after using the restroom. Do we do this all the time? Probably not, right? Me, I'd say I have about a 90 percent success rate at home, and a 100 percent success

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-63186406403863353062007-02-12T21:56:00.000-06:002007-02-12T22:57:46.723-06:00

Readership here is plunging, my friends, and I don't know what to do about it. Create a repulsive but false roommate? An option, I guess. Perhaps I can just write about false achievements on the athletic field. Or maybe I can, I don't know, create some other sort of drama somehow. I'm not sure. (Actually, I've found a method. Keep reading!)I talked to Tina last night, and I just got off the phone

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-42159704458464663402007-02-05T23:46:00.000-06:002007-02-05T23:58:51.440-06:00

I had planned to write sometime last week but, alas, planning and lack of accessible stolen internet access and life and oddly-long kind-of dinner parties got in the way. As a result, I was unable to properly preview my trip to New York, and I was also unable to properly preview the Super Bowl.After-the-fact Super Bowl prediction:With their largely blitz-free defense and pressure from their three

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-52308506897298904182007-01-23T22:02:00.000-06:002007-01-23T22:49:28.767-06:00

I try to reserve this space for actual news (not true), but, lacking in actual news (true), I'll just write again.I think I've spent an inordinate amount of time on the phone lately, but I kind of covered that last time. But I got to talk with Gurs for the first time in, it seems like, ages last night, and that was really nice. I think about an hour combined between two calls, with a break for

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-16921284782822429412007-01-16T22:49:00.000-06:002007-01-21T17:05:52.435-06:00

Things that I have accomplished since my last post, now, incredibly, more than a week ago (and, no, it’s not that incredible, and it’s really quite typical, but still notable):1) I’ve slept soundly in my new bed, now seven straight nights. As I think about it, only four times have I actually been under the covers, owing once to drunkenness and twice to trying to fight through the fatigue and get

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-13647631874226173232007-01-07T17:17:00.000-06:002007-01-07T19:19:56.188-06:00

So, I bought a bed on Saturday. I went to four places, spoke to four salespeople, headed home to watch Northwestern hoops, and returned to the third to make my purchase. I feel pretty good about my performance. So that's pretty exciting, in it's own way. I'm hoping I can finagle use of a coworker's pickup and, well, pick it up, during the week. Otherwise, it's a Saturday delivery. That is, one

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-23202126579705743112007-01-03T22:39:00.000-06:002007-01-03T23:56:45.144-06:00

I'd like to write about college football for a moment. I can say that college football is either my favorite or my second favorite sport to follow, behind or ahead of Major League Baseball. The NFL's probably third, maybe Big Ten hoops (not college hoops as a whole) fourth, maybe the NBA fifth, and maybe those other sports after that. I don't care for golf, though spring Sundays spent falling

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-48346082400752099422006-12-30T21:05:00.000-06:002006-12-31T14:37:16.809-06:00

Hello friends.Christmas was fantastic. Just fantastic.Only blip: I was forced to deal with the inconvenience of a canceled flight and, therefore, a 5 1/2-hour drive home. The flight would've gotten me home by 11, driving home right after work would've gotten me there by about 8 or 9, and driving post-cancellation got me home at about 2. But oh well. I actually returned home earlier than I would

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1166507084289304802006-12-18T22:49:00.000-06:002006-12-18T23:46:15.493-06:00

Gosh. A week from Christmas. I've had extensive conversations with both of my brothers about gift-giving in the last 20 hours alone, and, between the two, I lectured my mom ("Dammit, Mom, we're adults. We don't need boxes and boxes and boxes") about the stupidity of gift-giving.But, yeah, I think I'm starting to look forward to it a lot more as I get older, which is probably normal. There's much

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1165987370179739352006-12-12T22:43:00.000-06:002006-12-12T23:22:50.206-06:00

You know, it's pretty late, and I'm kind of tired, but I've also been energized by my second fantastic conversation with my friend Jenny in the last less-than two weeks, and I figure I might as well get one of these before the effect wears off. After all, I've written but once this month, and we're halfway through, and at least five days at the end of the month are certainly kicked in terms of

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1165103408950334612006-12-02T17:12:00.000-06:002006-12-02T17:50:08.973-06:00

So, um, yeah, I guess I can legitimately now claim to be a resident of Northern Michigan. Um, yeah.A brief timetable (for the record, these timelines always are longer than planned):Thursday8:53 - While watching The Office ("Pwison is haaahd. I should know, I'm Prison Mike."), I see word of a "Winter Storm Warning" across the bottom of the screen. This is expected. We had heard since Sunday night

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1164862334205687862006-11-29T22:17:00.000-06:002006-11-29T22:57:17.660-06:00

Let's see if I can work something interesting out of, "Well, I'm working a bit this week, and I'm running on the treadmill a bit, and I've bought some CDs." Somehow I doubt it.Certainly not something as whimsical and beautiful as this. Ahhh, the good old days. (Start at the part that starts "I just found out...".)- - - - - - - -Well, I can talk about Thanksgiving. A lot of things about

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1164271542861376372006-11-23T01:25:00.000-06:002006-11-23T02:45:42.886-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving friends. I'm thankful for you.After eight maddeningly-frustrating work hours, six hours in the car, a half-hour stop at Burger King in South Haven, at least four phone calls to and from Ben Harper, and a return to the great express lanes of Chicago, I'm back in the 'burbs. I got to watch the finish to UNC-Gonzaga with my dad (not particularly interesting), I got to see the

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1163983225722480852006-11-19T17:52:00.000-06:002006-11-19T18:49:58.630-06:00

I just got off the phone with a former broadcasting colleague. We spent the 2003 and 2004 seasons in the same league, before he earned a well-deserved promotion to the upper ranks, and I would consider him one of my best friends from the time in "the business."He's got a lot of pretty exciting things going on. He tells me that he's making almost twice as much as he was making in 2004. He's

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1163485412566772342006-11-13T22:58:00.000-06:002006-11-14T18:47:58.286-06:00

Not much to report, which is as awful a way to start one of these things as any, I guess.(For the record, my "U" key is not entirely functional right now, so please assume that I'm missing a "U" if it seems like a word is missing a "U." However, I just added the letter to the word "assume," after I nearly wrote "assme," which is pretty funny, really. However, I imagine that I'll notice when I

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1163138953627831122006-11-09T22:58:00.000-06:002006-11-10T17:19:38.076-06:00

Post volume is severely down here, and I'm not sure there's much I can do about it. That's a shame, in a way.- - - - - - - It's been a pretty good run on the phone of late, for what it's worth. In the last two weeks, I've gotten my never-frequent-enough doses of Jenny, Tina, and Didi. Amazingly, Didi picked up the phone on Tuesday night despite not recognizing the number. Because, you see, she

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1162356290959144262006-10-31T21:47:00.000-06:002006-10-31T22:44:50.986-06:00

It's been a while, but I don't think there's much of anything to report, to be honest.The Chicago Bulls just opened the season with a huge win over the defending champion Miami Heat and, for about the fourth straight year, I'm really excited about their prospects for the season.Of course, this season, their prospects are actually legitimately good. John Paxson took the team with the best field

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1161486921633607472006-10-21T22:15:00.000-05:002006-10-21T22:15:21.656-05:00

Well, Michigan State just beat Northwestern, 41-38, as Northwestern blew a 38-3 lead in the game's final 25 minutes. 35 points is the biggest blown lead for a loss in NCAA history. If you're going to lose, lose in record-breaking fashion, I've always said.On the bright side, Eastern Michigan won "The Thrilla in Ypsilla(-nti)," as it's already been dubbed, by defeating the Toledo Rockets 17-13.

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1160718825915267012006-10-12T23:03:00.000-05:002006-10-13T00:56:36.640-05:00

I guess I'm not the only one, but I totally woke up and had to scrape off my windshield this morning. It was a shock, to say the least.I realized that I don't have a particularly heavy winter jacket and that, more importantly, I don't currently have gloves. The windshield-scraping certainly was a struggle - I came out of it with a slightly sliced index finger and a more-than-slightly bent

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1160368473538782722006-10-08T23:33:00.000-05:002006-10-08T23:34:33.566-05:00

Sometimes you wonder why you care about something as trivial and stupid as sports. After all, they’re trivial and stupid and meaningless and just simple exercises in triviality and stupidity.But scenes like this weekend in Detroit prove that sports are so, so totally worth it.There’s nothing – nothing – that can unify a population like a successful sports team (and, in particular, I think, a

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1159846110733602632006-10-02T22:28:00.000-05:002006-10-02T22:28:30.766-05:00

Sunday was an absolutely unforgettable day – somewhat fantastic, somewhat terrible, and pretty freakin’ memorable.It started at 7:28, when I picked up a former intern at the 7-11, progressed down the beautiful state highways of Michigan, into downtown Detroit, back towards Mount Pleasant, Michigan (with a 55-minute detour to Godknowswhere), and back to the Ring Fingernail at 11:30.The tally:

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1159403375665763872006-09-27T19:09:00.000-05:002006-09-27T19:29:35.686-05:00

A very, very quick Friday, an exciting weekend, and three exhausting days:Friday:3:30 p.m.Company B: "Come in for a second interview."Me: "Cool."4:15 p.m.Me: "Hey Company A. Thanks for the job offer. I've got a second interview, and I'd probably be making a lot more money."Company A: "Hey, I'll call you back."4:30 p.m.Company A: "Hey. The offer's off the table at 5."Me: "Okay. Then we're on."

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1158952103268498062006-09-22T13:41:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:16:30.543-05:00

I got a great, great, great phone call at about 11 p.m. Wednesday night.Caller: The Rocket, who you may remember from last fall's softball posts.(When historians - cultural historians - look back at the development of RHH, it's possible that they'll view those posts as the beginning of the Golden Era. Something-ozoic, you know? Sure, the punctuation was ragged or nonexistent, and, sure, they were

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1158683356602046482006-09-19T10:37:00.000-05:002006-09-19T14:24:07.793-05:00

Except for the "spending money that you don't have" thing, unemployment is officially pretty freakin' awesome. I don't usually type effin' or freakin' or any other alternatives here, but, in this case, the emphasis is warranted.Let's recap what's happened since I posted last Wednesday night:Thursday - Nothing of actual note, I don't think. I made one job-related phone call. Receive job-related

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1158215301148507282006-09-13T23:42:00.000-05:002006-09-14T01:28:21.236-05:00

Consider time officially bought. Or something like that. Former coworker is now a roommate who doesn't suck, so that's worth something. Move-in will take place sometime between Thursday and Friday night. Rent is reasonable, considering I'm unemployed and all.The plan is this: Move in this week, see how things go. Deadline to find a real job is the end of October, I think. At that point, adjust,

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1157948572025750032006-09-10T20:55:00.000-05:002006-09-10T23:36:55.013-05:00

So, there are several ways that I could start this post. I couldn’t settle on one. So I decided to go with all three.Opening One:At about 3:30 Thursday afternoon, Nemo committed one of the great “God, I feel like a dick now” moments of his lifetime. However, it was pretty funny.Me: (dials phone)Nemo: Helllllow.Me: Hey man.Nemo: What’s going on?Me: Not much.Nemo: You get shitcanned?Me: Yeah.Nemo:

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1157519544417092672006-09-05T22:43:00.000-05:002006-09-06T00:12:24.516-05:00

It's been a pretty eventful week - end of the season, my brother getting married, the Cats opening the season with a strong performance - and yet, without a doubt, I will lead this post with an incredibly amazing bout of awkwardness with the R/DS. (This one's record-length, though I promise it'll be worth it.)- - - - - - -Monday was our final game of the season, and my bosses were nice enough to

RHHnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954644.post-1156918632983276472006-08-30T00:05:00.000-05:002006-08-30T01:32:23.870-05:00

I think I've determined that college football is my favorite sport, or, at least, the sport I get most excited about in the weeks leading up to the season. And the great thing about college football is that, with about 60 games packed into every weekend, there's always something exciting happen on a given Saturday.Of course, the best thing about it is the fact that there is no playoff system -

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I think that, like bartenders (theoretically), waitresses at restaurants that serve breakfast all day should be well-schooled in the art of "cutting off" customers who've "had too much."The scene:Saturday, lunch with a coworker - I've been oddly busy of late, so we made a 2 p.m. lunch date. Due to delays (tarp pull, anyone?), it was bumped to about 2:45.Location: About ten minutes west of the

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Another reason I'm getting old: My parents, today, celebrated their 30th - that's 30 years, folks - wedding anniversary. Thirty years! Wow.Odd fact about this: - They were only married 1 1/2 years before my older brother was born. That's pretty quick, I think.What's amazing, to me, is that I vividly remember their tenth anniversary. Vividly, anyway, in the way that six-year-olds vividly remember

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