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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

 

march madness (of different kinds)

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.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

 

the post before last

So, I meant to send this post before I went to Costa Rica to see my friend get married, but it just never happened. So here it is, somewhat out of date.

First of all, I know the Olympics are over now and we all already forgot that they happened, but what the hell was with those skating outfits? I mean, honestly. That one guy from the U.S. who lost because he missed the bus? That was the craziest thing I have ever seen. I don’t know why the men can’t come up with something a little more appropriate. And the colors are so ugly. I’ll be the first to admit that a spandex jumpsuit is a tough starting point. But couldn’t you just make it plain? Do you have to make it flashy and spangly and weird? Why?

So, then there’s snowboard cross. At first I was opposed. It was a little too X-Games comes to the Olympics for me. But, then I realized: it’s pretty fun to watch. So then there was the whole thing where the girl hot dogged and crashed and lost the medal and people made a big deal but you know what? That’s what happens when you let 20 year old snowboarders go to the Olympics. Let’s face it – they are not figure skaters. So we shouldn’t expect them to act like that. At least she felt dumb about it. Who cares. I’m over it. I bet she is, too.

So, for some reason a couple of weeks ago I was watching Wheel of Fortune. Man is that depressing. The people that go on there are really some sad stories. Not all of them, I’m sure, but a lot of em. So you know how they ask you what you do? This one guy said he was “between opportunities”. Don’t you think they could have figured that out in the pre-interview and not asked him? Seriously. Ask him about his kids or something. And then there was a guy on there in a wheel chair who couldn’t spin for himself but he brought his brother to spin for him. They were very clear, though, that the brother couldn’t help him. Don’t you think you would just pick a different game show that didn’t involve physical activities? How about Hollywood Squares? Deal or No Deal? It made me feel sad. I turned it off after one puzzle.

Speaking of things that make me feel sad, I was volunteering at the radio station (again) and there was this over-sharing shift leader. So it was kind of slow and she (along with the rest of us) was surfing the internet. Except she was on match.com looking at profiles! In the middle of the room where we could all see her screen. She’s probably in her 40s and has kids and I don’t question her right to look around for her match, but do you really want to do it in the middle of a room of people that you don’t know that you are supposed to be ‘in charge’ of? I don’t think so.

There’s a radio station in town that plays quite a crazy selection of songs but the thing that I like is they play songs that were seriously overplayed 10 years ago but then you haven’t heard them since. For example, I was in the car the other day and heard “WHOOMP! (There it is)” and I thought – it is so, so easy to see how that song got so popular. I thoroughly enjoyed it. You should all listen to it. It will make you nostalgic for the early 90s. (Well, maybe, but you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.)

I am getting kind of sick of hearing about the lady who got a face transplant. I mean, I’ll admit that it is kind of miraculous that they can give you a new face. And I am happy for her, to the extent that I give a shit. But now that she’s out there telling her story, and we all know that basically her dog ate her face off when she was passed out on sleeping pills, I find the whole thing a little less compelling. I mean, can’t we find someone who lost their face in a more noble fashion to get a new face? I don’t mean to be hateful, but really. Basically she tried to kill herself and then her dog tried to kill her and we’re supposed to be happy she got a new face? And she still smokes. Excellent.

My last random rant for today is – have you seen Mena Suvari lately? I don’t know how old she is, but she had that old husband for a while and she was dressing like she was 40. Then she got divorced and now she’s dating (I am not making this up) a professional break dancer. First of all, I didn’t know that was a profession. And I think he’s like 23. Apparently she had an “I’m-not-midlife-so-why-am-I-acting-like-it” crisis. Good for her. She needed that. Now, I am not sure if it can save her career, but it’s worth a try.

Okay, soon I will tell you about Costa Rica.

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