Rally who?

Tonight has brought another disappointing loss for The Irish. With seconds left we fell to Villanova. That makes 7 losses by 6 or fewer points this season. Heartbreaking. I'm going to have to give up soon.

Different Names For The Same Thing

The weekend is finally here, for better or worse.

The worse: a sizeable portion of this weekend will be spent doing work.

The better: I don't have to return to the paper until Sunday morning, which means that tonight, for example, it is perfectly acceptable that I had a few pints of Guinness next door before sitting here to start working.

There will be some time for fun this weekend, though. I'm hoping that my efforts tonight will provide for a relatively work-free Saturday afternoon/evening. You might be wondering what kind of fun there is to be had in Rochester, MN. Well, so am I. This* is the best list I've been able to find so far.

I'm sure I'll find something. For now I better get back to work.

Current Music: Sufjan Stevens, Illinois

*Sesame Street Live!

If I could open my arms

I don't get this weather. I never know what to expect in the morning when I walk outside. Will it be warm? windy? cold? And yet no matter the answer I find myself relieved. It's confusing.

Tomorrow finds me wrapping up the first week of my second to last project in the I&T department at work. It's a little bit of a difficult time because I have so much that I could be doing for my new position but no time to do any of it. Sigh, maybe this weekend.

Totally changing gears for just a moment, I've noticed there's this exclusive gang of super-cool-bloggers who share (a) the music to which they are currently listening or (b) the book they are currently reading. In an effort to join:

Current Music: Death Cab For Cutie, Plans
Current Show: The Office

I'd like to point out that I am only a few miles from Vnak and his "preggers" wife; so close, in fact, that sometimes I burst spontaneously into laughter. Vnak has that effect on people.

And on that note...

An email from Spo

"...Anyway, the other day I was sorting through some stuff that was
left in my office by the guy who had my desk before me. His name is Jason Daly, and I think you know him, or at least have met him, because he was once your TA. I found this old grade card from freshman year... I couldn't believe he still had all this old stuff, and that he was your TA. crazy..."

I feel like Jay Leno

The following is "Today's Poll Question" as posted on the website of one of our newspaper customers:

Who do you think will win the county basketball tournament?

1. Yes
2. No

I voted yes.

So many questions

Does anyone else think that Napoleon Dynamite is funny but definitely not the funniest movie ever?

Is it me or is Scrubs getting weirder and weirder?

Is there anyone on the planet funnier than Ricky Gervais?

Why can't Notre Dame Men's Basketball break free of mediocrity?

Anyone remember Rat Chicken?

A post for me.

Well, I'm back on the road again. This time, though, I've got some key area contacts* to tap for much needed respite**. Tonight we had traditional*** Monday night New Orleans fare...red beans and rice. It was great; like a little plate of home-cooked goodness to get me through the week. Adam and I shared a heated conversation about the good and the bad of the BCS while Erin and Jenny, eyes rolling, tried to distract us with desserts and stories of home****.

That's going to be it for now. It's not much, I know, but it's something. Small steps.

* my cousins Jenny and Adam and his wife Erin
** from work, traveling, etc.
*** so much so that Adam finds it offensive to consider not eating this dish each and every Monday
**** with some, but not not total, success. Actually, the stories of home were phenomenal. The Nolan's, among other things, are terrific story-tellers, a talent they no doubt inherited from Uncle Bruce, so it's always a pleasure to sit and chat about New York and The Bayou.