Nobody Likes You When You’re 23

Today is my birthday. I’m 24. I have very little desire to be twenty-four, but there appears to be nothing I can do about it. As for the birthday itself, it was just dandy. Church, (plenty of people wished me well, which was nice) then a big steak dinner at the Veldhof’s, which was also quite wonderful.

My good friend from high school and beyond, Kenton, (aka “Dino”) gave me a call a few days back, and invited me along to a U of M football game. The game was saturday. A little rainy, a little cramped, and in case there was any doubt, U of M completely sucks at football, but I had a great time. It was my first time in the “Big House” (Big House –> When in reference to U of M football, the large stadium, capable of seating about 80,000 comfortably, or 100,000+ horribly uncomfortably. Otherwise, I’m quite certain “Big House” means prison, which is also fairly cramped and full of deranged, violent people, so I guess there’s some aptness to the naming.) Anyway, U of M got slaughtered. As I was leaving the stands I heard a particularly observant fan mention that other teams “were always so happy when they beat us.” (“us” I took to mean the University of Michigan football team, which this elderly woman was apparently a member of.) It got me wondering which team or teams would be unhappy when they beat Michigan, or any other team for that matter. Perhaps Pete Rose, if he bet wrong, but that’s about it.

Got back somewhat late, last night, but was not all that tired, so eventually I got a hold of my sister, Kristin, and her friend, Jamie, and we headed out and saw The Ring. For those of you who haven’t seen it, I won’t ruin it, but I’m going to die in 6 days. It’s one of those grand movies where you’re most scared when nothing is happening, and right when everything finally seems good, you’re totally screwed again. I’d recommend it.. but late at night, to get the full effect. It was fun watching fellow movie patrons (your average 16 year old mallrat/fluff-chicks) run to their cars in the midnight darkened parking lot afterwards, trying not to look scared and failing miserably.

Apparently I’ve now reached the point where when I receive a call others around me can tell exactly who the caller is by the level of my reaction/facial expression. Not sure if this is a good thing, an inevitability, both, or neither. Thankfully, I’ve also chosen not to care…much.

if you’ve not yet heard Guster, do so now. One of the best ever.

Well, I think I’m going to attempt to do something fun and exciting now. I just finished watching The Hudsucker Proxy while I was writing this (I love the transparent TV overlay.) Thanks Joel. Speaking of which, the whole syndicating our weblogs thing seems like a kewl idea. Would be another reason for me to learn XML, if we did it right.

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