April 1 is an obnoxious day to be on the internet. Just sayin'...
I refuse to click on the Typepad-provided "Need exciting new blog topics? Get a dose of inspiration with our 10 Tips for finding new blog topics" link. My hunch is that my seven regulars would take to the streets and riot if I veered too far from all this incredible original programming. (Seven, oddly enough, being the legal minimum to label a fractuous get together as a "riot"). At any rate, I picture venomous protest signs and lots of shouting, perhaps a paper mache me being burned in effigy...you know, the usual shenanigans.
I started what would have been a train wreck of a blog on the topic of online dating earlier today, after two different friends brought it up. Best of luck to you all, I say, but I don't think I could do it. Probably for the same reason I struggle with accepting the numerous blind dates that perfectly awesome friends of mine have pitched (Jay/Jackie, Curt/Amy, other Amy, etc). Stubborn to a fault or not, this is one area I don't want the internet's help with (and this, coming from a guy who once used askjeeves to find a better way to tie a tie). If I don't meet Mrs. Right at Barnes & Noble or Starbucks or some other way all on my own, then so be it. But as the Verve so angstily put it a few years back -
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
and I don't want to be the wrong end of one of those blind date stories because a mutual friend or an online bio gave some poor, innocent girl the wrong impression of what to expect from an evening with me - which, let's face it, is a roll of the dice on a good day. No, my belief is that Penelope (or whatever her name is) will have to know what she's getting into first. (/mini-train wreck paragraph)
Opening Day is this upcoming Monday (well, depending on where you live / what team you follow). Not that I had tickets or anything, but I was still bummed to notice that I have Robbery Training that afternoon. (Assumably it will be more of the "Prevention / What To Do If..." variety, and not the "How To" variety). Either way, that's just one game out of 81 that I'll miss...there will be others...but still, wish I was gonna be at Minute Maid Park.
How did I miss out on the Matt Pond PA party until now? One of many musical discoveries from blip.fm. Too bad my being one of the best DJs on the internet doesn't pay anything. Or help with that whole "music snob" tag.
Work has been good lately. Mostly. Might jinx it if I say too much. Different bosses have taken me to lunch the last few weeks. Wasn't fired or chewed out either time. Always a good sign.
Rocket Science and Rachel Getting Married are two awesome movies, but for different reasons. Thank you, Netflix. I do love a good movie.
Speaking of movies, Curt's "No Dark Knight? WTF?" comment the other day cracked me up. And speaking of comments, another friend said to me today, "Sometimes I read your blog and pray for you. That happened yesterday." That, my friends, is an example of writing that draws a reaction from the audience. I will now take my bow.
I'm listening to Clem Snide's Moment In The Sun, and thinking that would make for an excellent blog title. Not that I need any more blogs to write (or not write) for (as the case may be). Anywho, good song. Video and lyrics below.
When it's my moment in the sun
Oh, how beautiful I'll be
But in a normal sort of way
Like I am you and you are me
'Cause I have a lot of things to say
And you'd be wise to listen good
I think that hunger, war and death
Are bringin' everybody down
Laaa lala laaaaa
Lala laaaaaaa lala
Laaaaaa laaaaa
When it's my moment in the sun
I'll share my problems with the world
And psychosomatically I'll sing
To God and all His pretty girls
Laaa lala laaaaa
Lala laaaaaaa lala
Laaaaaa laaaaa
When it's my moment in the sun
I won't forget that I am blessed
But every hero walks alone
Thinking of more things to confess