is it just me?

okay, I have become a terrible, irregular poster and I apologize. But there is really no end in sight to this kind of behavior, so I am contemplating suspending the blog. I know you're all devastated. Please vote in the comment section to either 1. put wiscolizard out of its misery or 2. read occasional posts. really, it's your choice.

Anyway, it's March Madness. My favorite sporting event of the year. I love it. So, I entered the office pool and after this weekend I am in third place. This is nothing short of shocking. I know I say I love college basketball, and I do. But I really don't follow many teams. Not many at all. So when it comes to things like "who will win between Memphis and LSU" (yes, I know they haven't played yet and likely won't) I have no idea, because I don't care about either Memphis or LSU. So I know nothing about them so it's basically a guess. But this year I am tearing it up. I could win. That would get me about $140. (I mean, hypothetically. Gambling is illegal and wrong so no actual money will change hands. You hear that feds? No money. ) I spent a good part of Monday morning gloating, though that was probably ill advised because just as easily as I could win I could be in the dumper by Saturday morning. Anyway, wish me luck.

So, finally now that I am watching the madness I have gotten to see the famous Adam Morrison. Perhaps you haven't heard of him, but he is a candidate for national player of the year. He plays for Gonzaga, a school which I never ever watch. Allegedly it's in California. Anyway, I had seen a picture of the guy so knew he had sort of a 70s junkie prostitute thing going. But no one told me he was crazy. I think he might be autistic. I am not kidding. He hits himself in the head with the ball, mutters to himself, and generally behaves strangely. Despite all this he is, indeed, very very good at basketball. Since a Duke player is the other main candidate for player of the year I often hear them compared when I watch Duke games. But never once did anyone mention what a freak that kid is. I think they could have mentioned it. While comparing statistics they could have said "And on the intangibles, while J.J. Redick is kind of a smug bastard and about as clean cut as they come, Adam Morrison is in need of a makeover and kind of weird." In addition to the mustache which really, really should go he looks like he's in need of a shower. I mean, I know that he's playing basketball but the rest of em at least look like they were clean when they started. That's all I have to say about that. May the best man win.

So last week was spring break here in Wisconsin. That means that it snowed. And today it is freezing cold. But the good news is that tomorrow I am going to Miami for work (where I hope to actually work as little as possible) and it is a much more spring break-like 80 degrees there. Amen to that.

The crazy lady at work who sends too many emails sent a detailed message saying she would be out of the office because the son of her mother's caretaker was killed so now crazy lady needs to take care of her mother. This would all be fine and good, but in the email she mentioned the "sensationalized story of the murders in Blanchardville" which was where the son met his untimely end. And then she says: "Drugs. Guns. Intruders?" And I thought to myself - this is what google is for. So I looked it up and the son and his friend went over to this guy's house at like 3 in the morning and the guy killed him and the cops came and just as they were going to search him he killed himself. Then they found about $500K (yes, half a million dollars) in pot plants, an extensive set of firearms and 600 OxyContin pills. Today the caretaker was quoted in the paper as saying that she is sure her son did not know what he was getting himself into when he went there. Right, because usually good things happen when you go to a drug dealer's house at 3 in the morning Usually you're just there for some chit chat and a soda. Anyway, it's a terrible story, but why why why did crazy lady send this to everyone at work? I think that falls in the category of 'sounds like a personal problem to me'. The drama must end, people. There is real value to people at work having as little information about how messed up your life is as possible. But this place is a sinking ship and everyone here is trying to bring the rest of us down with em. I, for one, brought my own life raft and say good luck to all the rest of you suckers.

Okay, off to Miami. I still owe you a post about destination weddings but perhaps it will never come. Alas, such is life.