Hiatus

Well, until about 10 minutes ago, I WAS working on this most excellent post, but thanks to stupid auto-save, I lost the whole thing when I fat-fingered the delete button and wiped out the whole thing.

So, until I get over how much this fucking thing sucks, I'm not blogging.

See you next month.

Another mystery solved

As a fan of Weezer, I keep hearing about all these Modern Rock/Indie Rock radio stations that have been going under or changing formats over the last 2-3 years.

I just realized why. The people who would have normally tuned into those stations (like myself), own iPods or listen to satellite radio. Since I bought an FM transmitter for my iPod, I haven't listened to a terrestial radio station in my car for more than two years. I had a radio in my office last summer/fall, until the owner of said radio took it back into his possession.

Sometimes, I even amaze myself with my powers of deductive reasoning.

It just doesn't do it for me

Every time I see an advertisement for Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer, featuring a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jessica Alba, I find myself thinking "That's just not right." She should stick with her brunette locks and deep brown eyes.

Another bright idea!

This is what the Hamill sisters should have done with their lives...

I'd buy that. They could do it. They could totally do it.

It's just wrong!

$64.10 for tickets to the upcoming Nickelback/Staind concert in the Alerus Center in Grand Forks.

For that much, I should get THREE tickets to that concert.

I could go to three Twins games for that much. I could put 20 gallons of gasoline in my car for that much (which is wrong itself, but I digress). I could play World of Warcraft for 4 months for that much. I could hit about 900 golf balls at The Meadows driving range for that much.

BAH!!

Note to self

Do not install Energizer e² Lithium Batteries in a TI-82 calculator.

Nothing bad will happen. The display will just be too dark to do anything with it.

I can't believe it, either

This weekend, I met Dustin White. Yes, THE Dustin White. And it changed my life FOREVER.

X definitely is an unknown variable

So, after watching almost 2 straight hours of X-Play on G4, I'm still trying to figure this one out.

Are hosts Adam Sessler and Morgan Webb too cool to be spending their time reviewing video games, or are they just nerdy geeks and no one has told them yet?

It's over. Again.

I may have mentioned this before, but poker is lame. When Chris Moneymaker turned $40 in an online tournament into $2.5 million and a 2003 World Series of Poker championship bracelet, every frat member, middle-aged fat guy, and idiot with a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap thought he could do the exact same thing. Before 2003, poker was cool. But now that everybody and their mothers play it, follow it, practice it, live it, breathe it, it's not.

Well, in case you haven't been able to figure it out yet, poker is dead. What killed it this time? Being used as a plot device in a romantic drama starring Drew Barrymore.

IT'S DONE!! PUT DOWN THE CARDS AND FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO!!

This one ranks up there...

I had a very strange dream this morning.

I walk into the youth center of my former hometown of Carrington. About 6 PM, and it's starting to get dark outside. I walk towards the back of the building, and there are about 6-8 people from my past. In the dream, they're all my friends, even though some of them are/were my sworn enemies. And they're from different parts of my past. Kids I grew up with in Carrington, kids I went to high school with on Kwaj, kids I lived in the dorm with at NDSU, you get the point. Mostly female acquaintances, but there was at least one guy there. All dressed in bright blue scrubs, since they are all nurses.

They recently got back to town, after leaving work for the day (for some reason, Carrington is almost a home base for a massive amount of nurses that work in various hospitals within a 100 mile radius, and the youth center is their favorite hangout). They're sitting around, talking, drinking beer. I sit down and ask Carrie (yes, that Carrie) if the "LaMoure crew" (LaMoure is another town in North Dakota) has come back yet. Carrie thinks that they are still an hour away, due to long drive. Then Nick Frye (one of those sworn enemies from my past) says, "Why, what's up?". I respond that I'm looking for a friend, who goes by the alias "Dan Black". Dan Black is really actress-turned-nurse Katherine Heigl. And only Carrie and I know that (at least, out of the people sitting in the youth center). The reason I'm looking for her is that I want to ask her out on a date (I used to have a big crush on her about 5 years ago).

So I sit and debate what to do. Stay and wait for her to show up? Leave and come back later? After going back and forth in my mind about it for about a minute, I decide "Fuck it, I don't want to wait" and start to head outside. As I approach the front exit, I see a group of nurses in maroon, crossing the street and about to walk into the youth center. Katherine is in the group. They must have got back early or something. So I stop her (the rest of the nurses, which includes Jen, my friend Greg's fiance, go inside), and I start talking to Katherine and ask her out.

Now here's where it gets REALLY weird. It's almost like the focus of my dream shifts from the dating storyline to this new one. After I ask Katherine out and she accepts, we hear some loud arguing from the middle of the street, just around the corner of the building. We're curious as to what's happening, but we can't see from our vantage point, so we start walking over (this is the exact moment that the storyline changes). I don't know what they were arguing about, but cool heads prevailed in the end. They shook hands and starting walking up the street together, when an old '50's style convertible pulls up to them. About 3-4 guys and a girl were in it. Two of the guys hop out. Everyone not in the car do this kinda group hug thing, then they all put their arms around each other and walk up the street together. The guy on the left end, which was one of the two original guys arguing in the street, stops, turns around, turns back to his friends (who are about 25 feet up the street from him, continuing to walk up the street), then gets shot in the stomach from an unknown assailant (there were no obvious gunmen in the vicinity; so I'm thinking it was maybe a sniper from across the street or something), and dies.

Then the whole thing starts playing out like a Law & Order episode, complete with Detectives Briscoe and Green interviewing witnesses and whatnot. Right after Briscoe would make his smart-aleck remark before the opening credits, my dream ends and I wake up.