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number 1 kurtis blow

March 14th, 2007 | Comments Off | Posted in Sports

You know where the name “March Madness” came from? It came from my birthday being 18 days into the month. You know who borrowed the term “March Madness”? The NCAA. And I’m okay with that.

You know what else I’m okay with? Awesome basketball equipment that you can get for a good deal just because it’s March Madness time. I figure if towels and bedsheets can be on sales for President’s Day, then heavy-duty, completely dunkable basketball equipment should absolutely take advantage of the whole March Madness hoopla.

I turned in a bracket this year. I watched a total of half a half of a college game this year. I don’t even remember who was playing besides New Mexico State, and I can’t even tell you who won. I just think being a loyal sports fan of any type, you’re required just to guess or you lose your Sports Fan Club Membership. I’ve been a member since 1984, though, so I can’t see giving it up anytime soon!

Imagine my non-college-basketball-watching-surprise when I learned that Duke wasn’t ranked #1 and Missouri didn’t even make the tournament. Then again, when’s the last time Missouri has actually made the tournament?

I think I might have to actually watch a few games of the tournament this year, even if it just happens to be the Final Four or something equally as impressive and covered by TV.

minneapolis ink

March 14th, 2007 | 2 Comments | Posted in Me

Between Jenni and Jodi and all of their tattoo stories/inspiration, I just picked what I want done today. No, you can’t know what it is, because it’s going to be a secret until it’s done. Only a few people are gonna know, although considering I decided on it less than an hour ago and I’ve already told give people, I’m not sure how long that whole secret thing will last. I’m been going back and forth about what I want; this just hit me super hard today and it was so obvious I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier!

Tonight’s project? Fire up Photoshop and figure out which font will look the most awesome on my arm.

My longterm project? To not go crazy until I get it done and to remind myself it’s not a good idea to get it done while in Puerto Rico or any other island in the Caribbean that I might be visiting in two weeks.

Update: My appointment has been scheduled for April 3! Hopefully I’m not too burned from the sun, since it’s two days after we get back from the cruise!

it probably can’t be analyzed

March 14th, 2007 | 1 Comment | Posted in Crossposted, Me

I had two dreams last night. One, I won’t be posting, because it’s too creepy. The second one? Pretty jacked up, but I felt like it was the never-ending dream, so here it is:

I was friends with Ellen Degeneres and Portia de Rossi. (Why wouldn’t I be, right?) We were at the Oscars, but there weren’t a lot of people there. I was playing with the band and then walked back to see Ellen and Portia. Ellen was talking to someone else, so Portia and I joked around for a while. I had my arm around her for a while, because we were sitting down and that’s just what I do. Next thing I know, Ellen has her arm on top of mine and we’re all chatting away. It seemed like a long part of my dream involved these two.

I go back up to play with the band, and after we’re done, Owen Wilson comes out to present an Oscar with someone else. The stage is set up with an aquarium on one side and a water slide on the other. As soon as Owen Wilson steps up to the mic, a mermaid jumps out of the aquarium into his arms. And then he motions to me to throw water on them, so I grab the carafe of water that’s sitting on Oprah’s table and splash it onto the mermaid. Next thing I know, I’m winning an Oscar. For Best Heckler. I don’t give a speech, I just climb up the water slide, grab it, and jump back down.

We start to leave and there are cars lined up for everyone to take. I hope on the right side of some convertible car, which is actually the driver’s side, and Jenni’s sitting in the car next to me in the passenger side, which is actually the left side. She tells me to make sure I’m awake when I drive through Memphis. Wynton Marsalis gets into my car with me, and we take off.

And then I wake up.

I seriously need someone that analyzes dream for a living to tell me what this one means.