Just Plain Chips

Because I copy everything Steve does I had to make my own Wedding Crashers trailer, staring myself and my Hollywood brother Brian.

It’s a pretty ingenious web app if you ask me. And it puts out some entertaining videos.

I did actually see the movie and liked it, read my short review here.

I almost forgot. When I was at CONvergence I had some pocky. They were little chocolate sticks and they were yummy.

I don’t remember where I first heard about pocky, but I remember wondering what it was. I finally found out a couple of weeks ago. I found out it was tasty.

When my brother was home a couple months ago he had a couple of complaints about how hot and humid it was here in Minnesota. He lives in sunny Los Angeles and is a few short miles from Santa Monica beach, but it’s too hot in Minnesota. He said he just can’t stand the hot sticky heat and would always rather have it be colder than hotter. We’re having somewhat of a heat wave here in the Cities, it’s been over 90F for 5 days in a row now, I think. A couple days ago a friend of mine made a comment similar to Brian’s about not being able to take the heat and asked me what I thought about it.

There are definitely times when I don’t like the heat. Sitting and doing nothing in a car or house or office with no air conditioning and my jeans are sticking to my legs is horrible. That’s a time when I don’t like the heat. I try my best to ignore it but that doesn’t always work. But there are times when I really enjoy it being really hot. This last weekend it was very hot out and it was time to mow the lawn. I could feel the noon sun beating down on me the whole time and I was drenched with sweat when I was done. But it was a good feeling.

Today when I got home from work I felt inspired to go out on a run. It was a little over two miles under a heavy sun. The air was thick with humidity and it was still at least 92 degrees out. When I got back I was hot and breathing hard and even my feet were burning from running on all of the black asphalt, but it felt really good. Of course, it also felt really good when I stepped inside into the AC and finally into the cool shower.

But I can like the cold or ignore it as well. One situation I like it being a little cold is when I’m going to sleep at night. I would much rather be under a sheet, a blanket or two, and a huge comforter in the dead of winter than a single sheet or less in the middle of the summer.

And if I’m doing something exciting enough I can ignore extreme cold. I got really sick this winter after a full day out in way too cold of weather. One of my two days of skiing this year was such a day. I was shivering on the chair lifts and my nose was constantly running. But every time I stepped off the life all of that was gone. When I reached the top of the Ridge line and my hands were shaking and tingling from cold and looked down on the powder field I was going to ski, I didn’t feel anything but elation. That same day, at night, I had a hockey game when it was -10F. I wrapped a do-rag around my head under my helmet and hit the ice. My teammates called me T.O., but I couldn’t feel the cold when I was on the ice. I just concentrated on the puck or concentrated on my guy and the cold was gone.

A trait I think I have is to be able to be pretty flexible. I can adapt to most situations and environments and be content enough. Luckily, we have lots of extreme weather in Minnesota, so I can experience it all every year.

Are you female?
Can you drive?
Are you 21?
Do you look younger than 21?
Do you like buying alcohol?

Then sign up now for our newest study on alcohol behavior in America. We will give you a rental car, a cell phone to use, and a bunch of cash. Your job is to drive around Chicago buying alcohol and reporting back on what happens; telling us who asks for ID and who doesn’t. You will be compensated for your time.

One of my coworkers is going down to Chicago this weekend with his wife who is helping administer this very study/survey. How crazy is that?

It’s not often that I wish I was a young looking, 21 year old female, but I did for a couple seconds today. That sounds like a fun job.

I posted about the Gorillaz single “Feel Good Inc” the other day. I did a little looking into the Gorillaz and found that it is a “virtual band” put together by Jamie Hewlett, the creator of the Tank Girl comic, and Damon Albarn, who was the lead singer of Blur.

Blur was a Britpop band that never really made it big in the US except for two singles that only did okay: “Boys and Girls” and “Song 2″. What is interesting is that they had a big rivalry with Oasis which they had the upper hand on a number of times, but Oasis made it big in the US while Blur never amounted to anything over here. You may remember Oasis’s album “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?” or the fun arguments between bandmate brothers Noel and Liam Gallagher.

I remember hearing Blur’s “Song 2″ in the computer video game FIFA 98: Road to the World Cup (which also introduced me to The Crystal Method). A buddy of mine at the U, Matt Suchomel, was a big Blur fan and let me listen to one of Blur’s albums, “Parklife”, which had hit #1 in the UK. I thought the album was quite good and ended up buying a copy of my own. I still own it and still enjoy listening to it. It is one of those albums where I like nearly every song.

This was my junior year of school and I lived with a member of the swimming team. This basically meant that I was friends with what seemed like half of the swimming team, both the guys and girls. I know it probably wasn’t that many but Gary and I had his team members over all of the time. For a few of the ladies a popular entertainment was listening to me sing “Boys and Girls” in my best British accent. They’d ask me to sing it all of the time, either I’d be singing it or we’d have the album playing on the stereo. My buddy Matt often wondered aloud “Where were these kinds of fans when the album was released and later when they were crushed by Oasis?”. Alas for fans of Blur.

So that’s one of my random memories from college. Singing Blur songs to a bunch of female collegiate swimmers.