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Friday, March 26, 2010
So, Mom and I volunteered at the public radio station today. From 2:30 to 7 we took pledges; we each totaled about $500. It was fun, and they let you do things on the internet in the loooong in-between-calls time, so I surfed a little bit on SI.com, my wrestling board, checked my e-mail, stuff like that.
I thought I was gonna get to sit next to a cute girl the whole time, but she was on her way out as I was coming in. The person who replaced her was nice enough, though; older woman who was able to assist with some questions I had.
Support your public radio station! You'll be glad you did. posted by Eddie 8:57 PM
So, the second volume of The Order of the Stick webcomic-- arrived in the mail a couple days ago, and I read through the entire thing in a couple of hours. It's got some neat bonus strips in there, like seeing Xykon and Redcloak battle a dragon in their "replacement tower", learning how Roy got his greatclub, stuff like that. The volume's huge, too. It goes from strip 121a to 300, plus bonus strips and commentaries and stuff.
For the uninitiated, The Order of the Stick is a webcomic created by Rich Burlew that takes place in a D&D-inspired universe. I'd consider it an action-adventure/comedy. It usually updates three times a week. Highly recommended.
I'm gonna try and get back to updating this blog a little more frequently. So, um... supposedly the Pacers are thinking about taking D.J. Augustin from Texas with the 11th pick in the NBA Draft on Thursday. Good, we can use a point guard. Jamaal Tinsley needs to be gone, and I think Travis Diener would be better as a backup. posted by Eddie 12:28 AM
It's not your imagination... I really did delete a gargantuan amount of text that was here before, and I did so deliberately. What was I thinking? Here's what-- as I have played these thoughts and feelings out to their conclusion-- what I want to do with my life-- I have realized that the tone of the "deleted" work (I use quotation marks because of course I saved it to my hard drive) is no longer appropriate for someone who's suddenly that passionate about putting Jesus first in their lives. I won't censor myself, but there are a few things in there I need time to re-think about from a spiritual aspect before putting it out here once more for the entire world to see.
Stay tuned. In the meantime, anyone to whom I've given special permission to access this blog and thus the work as a whole, original copies of the document are still available upon request. In fact, I'll want to give a copy to you, Kerianna, because you're the most organized person I know other than myself (and maybe you're moreso, I don't know).
Watch this space. My next post is going to be very long, very detailed, and talk about, in great detail, what I'm calling a "spiritual renaissance" that has happened to me the last few days. God, I hope it's real and that the bubble doesn't burst. My day-to-day goal from this moment forward will be "Let your light shine, every day." posted by Eddie 4:22 AM
Monday, August 20, 2007
These are the Karaoke songs I performed at Mel's Place last Saturday, August 18, 2007, as seen in the embedded playlist.
"All Night Long" by Lionel Richie: I love this song. And I love how people reacted to it-- "wait, the fifth white guy in a row, and he's not singing country or even rock and roll but pop/reggae?!" But it came off very well! It's a great feel-good party song! Dance, express yourself, HAVE FUN~!
I love the music video in this, too-- especially the dancing police officer, just as you thought he was gonna break up the party. The Karaoke version surprised me with a version that wasn't in the music video, though, but I recovered by, hee, reading the screen as you're supposed to do. ;)
"Suddenly" by Billy Ocean: My first of two smooth, R&B/pop love songs of the evening. I sung it in a nice, smooth bass-baritone voice, and I think from a strict musical standpoint, it was my best performance of the evening. Shelly (my buddy Erik's girlfriend, and a good friend in her own right) was very complimentary.
"Men in Black" by Will Smith: After doing reggae and then R&B, I completed the stereotypical African-American trifecta by going with what I announced as my "token rap song of the evening". I even did the dance, but it was a little awkward because (1) I'm not used to dancing, and (2) the microphone was restricting me somewhat. And I kept the mike on the stand for the dance part, not a good idea. But I still had fun, "sang" well, and Brandon (a friend of mine, employee and husband of Shannon, one of the bartenders) loved it. He's more the type to do rap songs, so he got a big kick out of it.
"A Groovy Kind of Love" by Phil Collins: My most emotional performance of the evening-- at least, with the emotions "loneliness" and "deep passion", not "anger" as the next song would entail. Phil Collins, man, he says it all. Only after the fact did I really stare deeply into those lyrics and find something that, ultimately, I really want out of a woman. "When you're in my arms, nothing seems to matter. My whole world could shatter, I don't care!" So beautiful.
"Snowblind" by Styx: Keith, the Karaoke jock, finally fixed the freakin' Styx CD! I've been wanting to sing this song for five months, so I just cut loose on this one, which made it fantastic but also meant it should have been the end of the evening for me. (It wasn't, and the next song suffered the burden). I love Snowblind so much. It's a message that could be applied equally to drugs, or an abusive relationship of any kind. Anyone who's ever felt trapped by anything-- drug abuse, spousal abuse, doing the same damn job every day, can empathize with this song. And it also freakin' ROCKS, too.
"I Can't Drive 55" by Sammy Hagar: Unfortunately, after Snowblind, I had nothing left, and I screeched and massacred Sammy Hagar. Should have gone down an octave. Sorry about that, Sammy my man! Also, towards the end, one of my friends literally passed out from too much drink (and was caught by Keith). I was incensed at the one or two assholes who laughed at him. posted by Eddie 11:26 AM
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Last Saturday marked my 22nd night of singing Karaoke, all at Mel's Place here in Virginia Beach. I'm gonna start keeping the list here online for any and all who might be interested...
"You're the Inspiration" by Chicago led off the set which would ultimately grow to include nine songs, since it started slowing down in the bar dramatically towards the end of the night. Which was a departure from its usual thing of starting off slow and picking up. "You know our love was meant to be the kind of love that lasts forever... and I want you here with me, from tonight until the end of time..." This version of the song, I could never figure out what the hell key it was in, and so it was garbage. I'll have to listen more closely next time.
"Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce helped me redeem myself a little bit, which I was very anxious to do after butchering one of my favorite bands, Chicago. Nice, easy, beautiful song. I love the melody and the simple truth of the lyrics. "If I had a box just for wishes, and dreams that had never come true, the box would be empty except for the memory of how they were answered by you." Gorgeous.
"Head Games" by Foreigner was next. An angrier song, more intense, much more hard-rock than the mellow Croce song. "No time ever seems right to talk about the reasons why you and I fight. It's high time to draw the line, put an end to this game before it's too late!" I think I did quite well on this one, too, but I tend to bring the Foreigner pretty well.
My personal favorite performance of the night was "Open Arms" by Journey. I still can't believe I was able to sing it as well as I did. Had to belt it out to make sure I stayed on pitch, but it's a belt-it-out, emotional song, anyway. "Lying beside you, here in the dark, feeling your heart beat with mine... Softly you whisper, you're so sincere, how could our love be so blind?"
After nearly killing myself with "Open Arms", I did a "let's take it easy" song next, "The Very Thought of You" by Nat King Cole, where I was able to show off my baritone voice a little bit. "I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above..." A middle-aged couple that sat at a table very near the "stage" said it was my best performance of the night so far. I don't know if that's a compliment or not, implying they didn't like the previous two songs, but... hey.
"One Tin Soldier" by Coven came next, and it was far lower than I expected it to be. So again I used my baritone, even deep bass voice. "Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend! Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end!" Before I sang it, I told my buddy Richard (who's got a sister in the Marine Corps) that I wanted to do what could be considered a protest song, and asked if he'd be okay with that. I made it very clear I wasn't disrespecting the troops by doing that. His reply was, "Go for it, brother. You can be pro-troops and anti-war; hell, who is pro-war, anyway?"
"Smooth Criminal" as performed by Alien Ant Farm was next, and dammit, I'm not gonna sing that song again. I love Smooth Criminal, but the Michael Jackson version of the song. The AAF version is far too fast, not nearly musical enough, and is just plain garbage. I'm gonna hunt around for the MJ Karaoke version of that song, but I'm not doing the crappy AAF version ever again. "He came into your apartment, left the bloodstains on the carpet... then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom..." To make matters worse that was the first song that Bobby T. and his new gal heard me sing that night, and it was kinda screechy because it is just too DAMN FAST.
"Sweet Dreams" by Air Supply is the kinda song to make you forget about all that, though. The powerful instrumental introduction gets you right in the intense state of mind you need for that song, and the vocals start off soft before picking up in intensity throughout, before finally the big note-- "Sleep, like a child, resting deep! You don't know what you give me, I'll keep, for these moments....... alooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone!" I held that note for at least 20 seconds and could have held it for much longer; I deliberately cut it off right as people began to stare at me in awe. Or maybe it was "please shut the hell up", I can never tell. ;)
I ended the night with my ninth song of the evening, "I Am the Walrus" by The Beatles. Figured I might as well do a goofy one to close it out. "Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun... if the sun don't come you get your tan from standing in the English rain." It's a nice little preview of next week, which is gonna be Beatles Appreciation Night.
I'm already planning to do "Come Together", "Help", "Do You Want to Know a Secret", "If I Fell", "Yesterday" and the inimitable "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" by the Fab Four next week, as well as "Imagine" by John Lennon and "Live and Let Die" by Paul McCartney and Wings. Right now my list is rounded out with "Clocks" by Coldplay, "Suddenly" by Billy Ocean (which has been on my list for at least three weeks without being selected), "I'm Gonna Keep on Loving You" by REO Speedwagon and "Faithfully" by Journey. Sigh, so many songs, so little time.
A response to the video "10 Questions Every Intelligent Christian Must Answer", which can be found on YouTube here...
That's the thing about faith-- if you don't have it, you can't understand it. And if you do have it, no scientific explanation is necessary. Sorry, but I've been in a choir and sung Christmas carols to kids in children's hospitals and felt the Holy Spirit moving through us, touching our lives. I've felt the powerful, potent sensation of God's love. Do I do things that are inconsistent with the way God wants me to live my life? Sure. But overall I try to live my faith by being kind, gentle and loving towards my fellow human beings, and I don't begin to think that the set of beliefs I have as a person are the same as for anyone else. Nor is my set of beliefs *right* for everyone. It's *my* spiritual life, though, and it works for me.
A lot of the questions in this lecture (which was very well-presented, even if I disagree with the conclusion) can be answered with another of God's creations: the concept of free will. Why does a good person get murdered? Because the murderer made that decision for himself *and* for the innocent victim. It doesn't mean that God loved the innocent less, but the murderer made the choice to commit his crime. In many ways we're responsible for shaping our own destiny. But God's there between the lines, guiding and shaping.
Why are there so many starving children in Africa and whatnot? Well, I don't wish to generalize, but there are many governments on that continent that are in a constant state of regime change, or are too corrupt to want to take care of their own citizens. The leaders of the country, elected or not, help to shape the destiny of the citizens of that country. But don't you think that those starving people still live with some hope that things will get better? Maybe one day they will, if people start caring enough to make a change.
It'd be very convenient for God to swoop down from heaven and solve all of humanity's problems, but maybe if humanity would stop screwing *themselves* up so much, if we could stop killing each other and start loving, maybe things would get better!
Dad and I just about came to blows today. The story behind the story, well—I’ll share as best I can.
For quite some time now, Dad’s been into S&M bullshit. He regularly dresses in rubber bodysuits, or all-leather, or such. More recently however, Dad’s been going to an awful lot of parties recently. Parties that routinely last well into the late hours of the night.
Tonight, he was to go to such a party. I went to a meeting yesterday morning, and Mom (who knew about the party) shrewdly took Dad’s car to take me to the meeting. During the meeting, Mom got a phone call from Dad. Dad mentioned that some of the stuff he was to take to the party was in the trunk of his car. Mom took a look back there, and found plastic wrap, masking tape, cellophane, boots, and a “Fun Kit” she later mentioned (I don’t know what it is, but I can guess).
While I was at work, Dad went to the party as scheduled. He told Mom he was going to “make an appearance” at the party.
The “appearance” lasted from 10:00 at night until 2:30 in the morning, long after I was home. Mom finally called him about 2:30, and she bitched him out. “That’s a hell of a long appearance. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Come home right now and pack up to leave.”
Laura and I were both in the room when she said that, and it threw us both into a stunned silence. We knew a breaking point would have to come eventually, yet we were still surprised that it actually did come. Funny how these kind of things work.
When Dad got home, he and Mom and I got into a rather heated argument—with me on Mom’s side, naturally. During that argument, Mom suggested that the family go in for counseling, but Dad said he didn’t want to talk to any “damn shrink who doesn’t know anything about being kinky.” We basically vented all our frustrations, and after that the argument cooled over into a tense détente—or so I thought.
As I was leaving the parents’ room, I went to the computer to log onto the internet. But a family filter blocked my path, and of course I didn’t know the password. I went over to Mom, steaming because I believed Dad had added the filter in a hypocritical attempt to block our internet access while allowing his S&M porno viewing to continue unabated.
Dad caught some of the conversation (although not the part where I accused him), and came to the computer to see what had happened. I was a little bit surprised when he seemed as lost as I was. Of course, I also had dark suspicions in my head, as I believed Dad was intentionally playing dumb to make himself look innocent. He’s been known to do that on countless occasions.
But Dad swore he didn’t do it, and Mom didn’t, and of course, I didn’t. Imagine my surprise when I realized we were all telling the truth—it was Laura who’d added the filter.
I got upset (although in retrospect, I shouldn’t have), and demanded to speak with her, even though she was asleep. At first, my knocks were gentle, and my voice calm. “Come out, Laura, I need to talk to you.” Then it became, “Open the door.” Then, “Open the Goddamn door.” And finally, it broke down into, “Open the Goddamn fucking door right now!”
It was unlocked. I entered, careful not to let my anger show when I spoke to her. I told her about the filter, and asked her if she had anything to do with it. She said, in a very small voice, that she did. Give the girl credit, she told the truth immediately. Careful to keep my anger in check (and yet somewhat aware of why she’d done it), I asked about her motivations for adding the filter.
“Dad pissed me off.” I understood completely—Dad has been getting on my last nerves as of late, as well. I very gently asked her the password, and at first, she resisted. But I promised her I wouldn’t tell Dad the password (which would get me into trouble later), that I would just enter the password so he could delete the program.
Well, I came out, and asked Dad to move over so I could enter the password. He refused, demanding that I tell him the password. But I told him I could not, because I promised Laura that I wouldn’t. But I added that I would be willing to enter the password for him so that he could delete the program.
Dad was furious at this perceived invasion of his perceived property. He demanded that I tell him, but I refused. I told him, “I gave my sister my word, and if you think I’m breaking my promise, you’re out of your mind.”
He retorted that my response implied a lack of respect for him. (In retrospect, I should have agreed. I don’t have much respect left for him.) I said that I was showing respect for my sister by acceding to her wishes (I actually used the word “acceding” while upset—quite an accomplishment), and not giving Dad the password. The argument escalated into a shouting match, with “fucking assholes” exchanged left and right, and something I said provoked Dad to get up from his chair and just about slap me.
“You want your block knocked off, boy?” “Go ahead,” I replied in an intensely angry voice. “I’ve been waiting for an excuse to hit you for so long. Go ahead, give me that excuse.” At this point, Mom came in to try and defuse the situation.
Dad threatened to, once the program was de-installed, re-install the program and lock everybody but himself off the Internet—in essence, reversing the situation. Naturally, I didn’t take very kindly to that threat. He even turned the computer off and said, “Fine. If you won’t give me the password, then no one (save himself, most likely) will get on the computer at all.”
It’s truly incredible how much of an asshole he can be.
At about this point, Laura came to my defense, baseball bat in hand. Mom and I both commanded her to put the bat down—that escalating this into an actual physical confrontation wouldn’t solve things. Funny that I would say that, considering that thirty seconds earlier, I was getting ready to beat the living shit out of my own father.
Laura’s voice was filled with a strange combination of both anger and grief—rage, perhaps, would be the best way to describe it. What she said justified her actions in a very logical way. “Mom isn’t good enough for you anymore? You’ve got her, why do you need this S&M shit?”
I said to Dad, “You see now how your behavior is hurting the entire family?” Finally, Mom asked Laura to go ahead and enter the password. But given the threat that Dad had made earlier, I wasn’t so happy about this decision. What was there to stop him from immediately turning around and re-installing the program, with himself as Headmaster of the College of Internet Etiquette? But Laura acquiesced, and much to my surprise, no such turnabout took place. Mom suggested at that time that we all go in for family counseling. This time, there were no arguments from Dad (or from anybody) about that idea.
Dad stormed out of the room, leaving me with Mom and Laura. I wrapped my arms around Laura from behind, apologizing to her for having to wake her up in such a heated fashion. I reassured her that I loved her, and I wasn’t mad at her—indeed, I was proud of her. Never have I been more proud of my sister as I was when she came rushing to prevent me from being harmed. I implored her to go on to bed.
Then, it was just Mom and I. I sat down at the computer, and Mom stood, one of her hands (surprisingly) balled into an almost-fist.
I cupped her hand with both of mine, and held our hands on my forehead.
“God give me strength,” I prayed. “God give us all strength.”
Well... ten days since Mr. Basher last called, and I've yet to hear anything from him, despite a couple of e-mails I've sent both him and Commissioner Russ Ray.
Well... apparently I did talk to Don Basher yesterday, around noon. But I don't remember anything about it.
You see, when he called, I was almost completely asleep. When I woke up, I had a vague recollection of talking to him, so I called him to ask if we actually did talk. After all, it could have been a dream or the product of an overactive imagination.
Turns out, we did talk. And I don't remember what we said. So I e-mailed him again asking for information about that conversation.
Grr. I do the oddest things when I'm asleep, you know? Hopefully Mr. Basher will call me again soon-- and hopefully this time I'll be fully conscious so we can actually make some plans. I just hope I didn't make a complete ass of myself.
Last night I was finally able to go to a WCWO show, which took place at the Ramada Inn on Emerson Avenue off of I-465. It was an absolutely phenomenal experience, as I (and most everyone there) got to really have the “inside view” of the federation.
The ring, which looked stiff at first, actually seemed to display normal tendencies. Praise God for that, I figured, because the ropes looked like they might have been absolute murder to bounce off of. Tell you the truth, I still don’t know whether or not they are stiff as hell.
The opening match featured Kenny Courageous against a masked wrestler, Bill Logan. What I do remember about the match was that Kenny pulled out a move I don’t think I’ve ever seen before—kind of an inverted jackhammer. He picked his opponent up from behind as if to do a back body-drop, only to land on top of him at the last minute. Whoa. He finished the match off with the Blockbuster. An interesting thing to note about this crowd is that they seemed to constantly be rooting for the heels. That, or they’re not smart enough to understand who’s playing what role in the matches.
I saw Beth Terry at the show—competing under the name Breezie against the WCWO Women’s Champion, Drucilla. I've known Beth Terry since we were in grade school together back at Harcourt Elementary, and we sang in the same high school choir for a few years together. Even though Beth later told me she was supposed to be the face in the match-up, I think I was the only person there who rooted for her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, as Drucilla retained the Women’s Title. Maybe next time for Beth. It’d be really cool for me to watch a former King’s Court teammate of mine win a wrestling championship belt—particularly because I didn’t even know Beth was a wrestling fan until I saw her tonight. Damn… sometimes when you think you know something about a person, you find out you didn’t really know her at all. But in this instance, anyway, that’s not a bad thing—that’s a good thing.
One of the great things about watching matches with a crowd of maybe 70 people tops is that the wrestlers are able to have great interactions with the audience. As Beth came out (dressed in a cheerleader outfit and holding pom-poms), she actually turned to me and said, “I know you!” Afterwards, I got to talk to her during the intermission and again after the show.
As it turned out, Drucilla ended up being the only champion to retain, as three titles changed hands on this night. Whipme Spearz (whom everyone swears is a guy, even though she looks to me like a girl) defeated “Dangerous Bull” Don Basher in a chain match to win Basher’s WCWO World Television Title. Basher was originally going to face someone else for the title, but the scheduled challenger no-showed, leading to this impromptu match with a screwy finish. Whipme won the belt on a roll-up and incredibly fast three-count by the referee, cheating to win despite allegedly being the face. I’m starting to wonder if Basher’s W.O.R. group is, in fact, a face stable, and whether or not Commissioner Russ Ray is intentionally trying to screw them.
The vacant WCWO World Tag Team Championship was put up for grabs in a triangle match. The team of P.T. Hustla and D-Von Fury, Simply Marvelous, faced the team of Shiloh Hunter and Itch Coma Weider, and also the team of Dick the Bruiser, Jr. and “Caneman” Johnny Walker. Another strange finish in this one lead to Itch and Shiloh becoming the new champions. Afterwards, they were immediately challenged by Bruiser and Walker—but let’s bear in mind that Simply Marvelous never lost the Tag Team Championship, they were stripped of it by Commissioner Ray. That, along with the odd finish in the TV Title match, has really got me wondering whether or not Commissioner Ray is going over the top in trying to screw W.O.R..
In the main event, Johnny Blaze defeated Indiana Kidd, Jr. to win the vacant WCWO World Heavyweight Championship. It was an outstanding match by both men, but Blaze took a rather nasty bump when he was hit with a drop toe-hold into the ring stairs. As Blaze would tell me later in the men’s restroom, he scraped his knee and busted open his elbow somewhat badly. But he said it was all worth it, and I definitely agreed—it was an outstanding match, and Blaze walked away as the new champion. After the match, Blaze and Kidd had a mutual respect ending, with the handshake, embrace and Kidd raising Blaze’s hand in victory. Afterwards, Kidd left the ring to allow Blaze to celebrate the moment in his own personal spotlight.
I got to speak to Commissioner Ray, both members of Simply Marvelous, Breezie, Don Basher, and Johnny Blaze throughout the night. Needless to say, I had an amazing time, really feeling almost like one of the boys.
As I mentioned, I spoke to trainer Don Basher. He’s going to call me Monday afternoon to hopefully get me set up with training. I’ll definitely write down all future developments with this from now on.
Well. Apparently the "old man isn't so dumb after all," in Grandpa's own words. I spent about an hour and a half at the local Blockbuster, checking out the differences between their store and ours and picking the store manager's brain on a few things. I've come up with several suggestions that I'll give to my store manager, Roy, when I get back. As a matter of fact, I've already typed up a five-page report for him. Overkill? Definitely. But at least it lets him know that I've been thinking, if nothing else.
[Editor's Note: Ironically, this turned out to be the Blockbuster I would transfer to about two years later and still work at as of 7/31/07.]
Tomorrow morning, we start the trip back to Indiana. We're planning on stopping part-way through our journey-- probably in Charleston, West Virginia. I hope the hotel we stop at will have an exercise room, like the one I availed myself of in the hotel we stopped at the day we started our vacation. Right now my leg strength surprises even myself, but my arm strength leaves a lot to be desired. At least I'm theoretically halfway there, right?
Oh, another thing I should mention. I requested a loan from the bank about a month ago so that I may purchase a laptop computer. I found out yesterday that the loan has been approved-- conditionally. I have to find someone willing to co-sign the loan with me. My parents are out, because their credit is screwed to hell. I'll probably ask my dad's parents if they'd be willing to. But first, I'm going to check and find out exactly how much my monthly payments will add up to, and whether or not I'll be able to afford it. I want to build up good credit as soon as I can, because my long-term goal is owning my own home before the age of 30.
Every time I visit my grandfather's house, I get the "standard lecture" from him about using my brain. "Don't wait for people to tell you things," he said, "figure them out for yourself." He used this example while compelling me to visit the local Blockbuster and see the way they do things. I personally think it's a good idea-- maybe I might learn something that I can use to raise productivity at our store.
Well, it's been a long time since I've blogged, 'cuz I've been on vacation.
...Man. I was so excited when the Hoosiers got to the National Championship Game, but we couldn't quite pull it out, could we? Grrr. There's always next year, I suppose. I take solace in the fact that, when Maryland won, not very many people were surprised, because they were a #1 seed. But many people didn't even expect us to get to the Sweet 16, so the fact that we got to the National Championship Game, in my view, is more of an accomplishment than Maryland winning it.
Of course, that doesn't make me feel much better about not being able to win the National Championship. But as I said, there's always next year. I hope Jared Jeffries stays put-- a lot of people think he's gonna declare for the NBA Draft.
Anyway. I've been having fun here in Virginia Beach. We got here yesterday, and my sister Laura introduced me to her friend, a 13-year-old girl named Amanda. The three of us hung out together for awhile. And this afternoon, the three of us (along with an 11-year-old, Erin) went to the local recreation center for a few hours. We bowled, played foosball, ping-pong, video games, pool-- it was great fun. I never thought I'd have so much fun hanging out with people seven years younger than me, but Amanda and Erin are fun to chill with.
IU did it! We're in the Final Four, baby! I'm excited. Very excited. The last time the Hoosiers achieved this level of success (in 1992), I was still about two years away from really paying attention to basketball.
IU finished the game going 15-of-19 from three-point range-- simply incredible. Kent State was toast before very long. One of their players, Andrew Mitchell, actually said, "If we had had ten people out there, I don't think we could have stopped them from scoring."
Of course, our job isn't done yet. We need two more victories, and then we've won the National Championship. But right now I'm savoring this moment, and hoping for the best next weekend. If we can beat Duke, we can beat anybody.
Anyway. Today, I went to Galyan's and picked out some workout clothes-- in "Blue Inferno" colors, no less. A black sleveless tanktop, and sweatpants (blue with white stripes). I'll probably be wearing this outfit most of the time while working out, yet it's also comfortable enough to double as pajamas. I know that 'cuz I just woke up wearing them. Dang, they're comfortable. So now I'm wearing the Blue Inferno colors-- all I have to do now is earn them.
Eddie's Random Thoughts... 
Friday, March 26, 2010