Wednesday, October 27, 2010

My Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday.  It went like this. 
  • Wake up late.  Snuggle with the wife.
  • Go eat country fried steak and egg breakfast at Lisa's Radial Cafe.
  • Look at art at the Joselyn Museum.
  • Go to work.
  • Get a Saints snuggie and a bunch of other cool crap from my coworkers.
  • Work all day on the company newsletter.
  • Go home.
  • Play with the dog.
  • Drink a Manhatten.
  • Wife come home.
  • Pick up brother on way to nursing home.
  • Get Popeye's and a birthday cake on the way.
  • Receive abuse from brother and wife about cake selection.
  • Arrive at nursing home.
  • Open presents that I had already opened and rewrapped earlier in the week.
  • Eat cake.  The cake was fine.
  • Go to bar. 
  • Play pool.
  • Get beat by brother.
  • Go home.
  • Watch Glee.
  • Go to bed.
It was one of the best birthdays I have ever had. 

Monday, October 25, 2010

That was so funny.


Several weeks back Brent and I tried to come up with a list of our top five funniest movies. The impetus for our list was our disgust with the American Film Institutes's list of the funniest movies of all time. Our list is probably not so good either, but at least it actually has some funny movies on it.


1. Raising Arizona

2. Rushmore

3. Bad Santa

4. Anchorman

5. Big Trouble in Little China


We rounded out another five in no particular order, in which we both able to put a movie on the list without the other's approval. Brent's singular vote was for Sean of the Dead. Mine was for Young Frankenstein. The other three were Airplane, Tommy Boy and The Three Amigos.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Office Dumbness and a Nice Picture

Yesterday all of the executive staff at my office got together and decided that those of us in cubicles (none of the them are in cubicles) need to not trash up our cubicles by putting anything on top of our outer walls.  Not really a big deal.  Just kind of funny considering that their offices are decorated in such a lame fashion.  From diecast replicas of sportscars, to framed pictures of badass cars they used to drive, to any number of golf trophies.

So we got to thinking about what a shame it was that we could no longer put our huge trophies all over our cubicles, which led to one of my employees googling this:


Large trophies.  Definitely.  But the real pleasure for me in this picture is the agitated man in the front row, and the man in mustard yellow trying to calm him down.  There's also the two champs:  one of which looks like a young Jean Claude Van Damme, and the other who looks like a plumber. 

This picture has it all.  Is the man upset about the trophies being too big?  Too small?  Is he mad he didn't get a coat?  Why did they invite him in the picture?  Surely he was upset when they called him up.  I could go on and on.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Running and Listening to music

So I have been running over lunch.  It's been very tough sledding for me, as it's uncharacteristically warrm this October.  The only thing that gets me through is fixating on the lyrics of the music I am listening to as I run.  In doing so, I have made the following shocking discoveries:

1) The Lady Gaga Song Paparazzi is not about her stalking the paparazzi to become famous, as I previously thought.  It is in fact about her stalking some dude.  This will forever be disappointing to me.  I thought that the idea of Lady Gaga stalking the paparazzi sounded pretty cool.  The other way around, it's kinda okay.

2) Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado is not, in fact, about a Promiscuous Girl.  It's about a girl who is teasing a guy by acting promiscuous, but has no intention of getting down.  Bah!  I hate this.  I always thought that was Nelly Furtado's slutty song.  Shoot.

3) The Party Punch by Oh No, Oh My is actually about a fist punch at a party.  Not a punch that is served in the name of refreshment at a party. 

4) Some People Got a Lot of Nerve by Neko Case is about nature, but it's also about bad relationship people being bad because that's all they know how to be.  I always thought it was just a "respect the viciousness of nature" song.

5) Paper Planes by M.I.A.  I always thought is ended saying Sum Sum Summer Summer Murder, Summer Murder Murder.  When in fact it is Some some some a some I murder.  Some a some I let go.  I had no idea.

These are things I am learning over lunch. 

Friday, October 1, 2010

Concert Review: Local Natives

In my continuing series of going to shows that I am not wild about, I saw the Local Natives last night with Chelsey and Chuck.  They were both excited for the show.  I was confused as to why I had agreed to come along too.  They have one song I really like.  It's called Airplanes.  And, thank christ, they played it.  Then we left right after.

The problems with the show were as follows:

  1. It was packed.  Which was strange on many fronts.  You never know how popular a band is, but I guess off all the bands I have listened to in the past couple of years, I don't have any idea why this one is as popular as it is.  We actually had to wait in line to get into the venue.  Which we did not do.  We had a pre-show drink instead - nice thinking Chelsey.  The show was full of college kids who seemed to have none of the space issues I carry around with me wherever I go.  This was not a problem for me, but it did rub Chelsey the wrong way.  For a portion of the evening she was refusing to move her feet, no matter how much the douchebag college kids crowded her.  This was entertaining.  Chelsey was just entertaining in general.  She then started calling everyone who tried to walk in between us "bitches" right after they went by.  I thought this was a great idea.  It's something I hope sticks.  And spreads.  Mind you, she didn't say it to them.  She would just casually say it to me and we would share a knowing nod agreement. 
  2. This is a band that sounds like Fleet Foxes to me.  I can't stand that band.  But it certainly accounts for why so many people were there.  As everyone loves Fleet Foxes too - which I also do not understand.  But they tried to kind of ramp of their sound for the live show.  I felt like this was a mixed bag of success and failure.  But then, I mostly wanted to go home throughout the concert.
  3. These 8 million college kids with no spatial issues also knew all the words to the songs.  Normally this is something I like.  But the songs were so not sing-along worthy in my opinion.  So I found that whole thing distressing as well. 
  4. The hairstyles of the band proved to be a thorough survey of hipster poseurism.  This was distracting.  But whatever. 
So there you go.  I really need to start going to see bands that I like.