Rock over London, Rock on Chicago. O'boises are O'boisterous!
Periodically over the last few days I've had the song "I Whupped Batman's Ass" by Wesley Willis pop into my head . Every time it does, I can't help but become more and more amused by it.
I cut my hair a little while ago. All of it. It is silly for me to discuss this because many of you haven't seen me in years (or ever) and therefore have no idea what my hair looked like. Others of you have already seen it or have been told about the change, and are therefore not surprised. Only a couple people will be bothered by this revelation, and none so greatly as to cause anyone to lose sleep. I just thought it should be mentioned.
Two weeks ago, I joined Netflix and I already have a queue of over 80 movies lined up. Most of them are classics I've never seen, some are modern films I didn't get to in theatres. One thing is for certain: between Netflix and World of Warcraft, you'll be lucky to get me out of the house.
On a similar note, people are more than welcome to swing by and watch movies if ever in the Boston area. I would suggest watching me play WoW, but I think that most of you could find more interesting things than that to do in a sensory deprivation tank.
Recently I acquired and began to read a book called Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, which I've been waiting to read for some time. I say waiting because I didn't want to spend so much money on the hardcover version of the book and instead opted to wait for the paperback. So far, the amount of enjoyment I am getting from reading has been worth the wait.
We've all seen the Eharmony.com commercials. Last night, I thought to myself "Well, I'm a single man. I'm a bit lonely. Let's see what they offer." So I went through and spent 45 minutes completing their compatibility test. I was careful, thinking about each response and trying to be as honest with myself as I could while still not convincing myself out of my first impulses. When I finished and clicked a link saying "Send me my matches!" I was expecting to encounter something similar to Match.com or at least a personal ad.
Instead I was presented with a paragraph of text stating that they could not provide me with service, as their research and clientel showed no matches for me. This is a problem, they explained, that occurs for less than 1 in 5 people, and one for which they were terribly sorry. But that was it. No browsing of profiles, no looking at pictures. Just "Sorry, you're incompatible with the world." Thanks, EHarmony, for telling something I didn't already know. Isn't it bad enough to be acutely lonely and feel like you'll never find love in the world WITHOUT having some website go ahead and confirm it?
I cut my hair a little while ago. All of it. It is silly for me to discuss this because many of you haven't seen me in years (or ever) and therefore have no idea what my hair looked like. Others of you have already seen it or have been told about the change, and are therefore not surprised. Only a couple people will be bothered by this revelation, and none so greatly as to cause anyone to lose sleep. I just thought it should be mentioned.
Two weeks ago, I joined Netflix and I already have a queue of over 80 movies lined up. Most of them are classics I've never seen, some are modern films I didn't get to in theatres. One thing is for certain: between Netflix and World of Warcraft, you'll be lucky to get me out of the house.
On a similar note, people are more than welcome to swing by and watch movies if ever in the Boston area. I would suggest watching me play WoW, but I think that most of you could find more interesting things than that to do in a sensory deprivation tank.
Recently I acquired and began to read a book called Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, which I've been waiting to read for some time. I say waiting because I didn't want to spend so much money on the hardcover version of the book and instead opted to wait for the paperback. So far, the amount of enjoyment I am getting from reading has been worth the wait.
We've all seen the Eharmony.com commercials. Last night, I thought to myself "Well, I'm a single man. I'm a bit lonely. Let's see what they offer." So I went through and spent 45 minutes completing their compatibility test. I was careful, thinking about each response and trying to be as honest with myself as I could while still not convincing myself out of my first impulses. When I finished and clicked a link saying "Send me my matches!" I was expecting to encounter something similar to Match.com or at least a personal ad.
Instead I was presented with a paragraph of text stating that they could not provide me with service, as their research and clientel showed no matches for me. This is a problem, they explained, that occurs for less than 1 in 5 people, and one for which they were terribly sorry. But that was it. No browsing of profiles, no looking at pictures. Just "Sorry, you're incompatible with the world." Thanks, EHarmony, for telling something I didn't already know. Isn't it bad enough to be acutely lonely and feel like you'll never find love in the world WITHOUT having some website go ahead and confirm it?