Stealer McGee

OK, so I obviously stole this from Mr. McLee's gchat status, but it was so worth it.  If you haven't seen it, you really need to check it out:

The Price Is EXACTLY Right

And I ask you, how flippin' awesome is that?!?!  Well played, Sir Ian, well played.

"And was there anything of value in the car?"

"Oh, uh, yeah.  Uh, a tape deck, some Creedence tapes, and there was a--a, uh, my briefcase."

"In the briefcase??"

"Uhh-uh, papers... Just papers.  Uh, you know... My papers.  Business papers."

"And what do you do sir?"

"I'm unemployed...  My rug was also stolen."

Cause it's just another day in the life of the...page. page page p-page

So, hopefully everyone tuned into the Today Show on Thursday, December 11th at 9:15 AM to see the awesome segment about the Page Program. But since most of you probably didn't, here's the link for it:

The Page Program on The Today Show

So anyway, it was quite the segment. I am a little bummed though that I didn't end up getting in it at all.  Jenna Wolfe, the Today Show correspondent who did the piece, had called me and asked about my assignment and was going to come up and film me, but then didn't end up doing so for some reason.  Then the day they filmed I was busy up on assignment so I couldn't ninja myself into any shots around the lunch table or anything.  DAMMIT!!!  haha... Oh well, there's always next time.

Anyway, a couple thoughts about the segment:

1. I love how it makes the Pages look like a bunch of midgets with the gargantuan Jeff towering over all of us. (Again, this is just another reason I should have been included in the piece!!! I could have brought some much needed size to the land of the little people.)

2. Have you ever seen a group of people look more disgusted to have to go on a tour with a Today Show Correspondent and cameras (giving them a chance to be on television) and then to be so rudely interrupted by a national news anchor (AKA BRIAN FRICKIN WILLIAMS)??!?!?!?!  I've seen people look more interested after smelling baby farts.

....yes, I did say baby farts.

3.  In classic Jeff (and even Nick form), both were in the piece multiple times, and then both fail to even watch it when it aired live...  Jeff was like, "Oh, yea...  I guess I was in that."  Not that it's a big deal or anything... It's just national television.  What a dumbsy.

Anyway, check it out and let me know what you think.  Cool?  Lame?  Baby farts?

Good talk, chop you out there.

Clubber Lang--I mean, Mr. T's Finest Hour. Almost.

After seeing Michael Phelps the other day on the Today show promoting his new book, I couldn't help but associate him with Rocky.

And no, I'm not referring to the Rocky we all know and love who had the Eye of the Tiger and went the distance against Apollo in Rocky.  Nor am I referencing the driven, buffer Rocky who defeated Apollo in the epic Rocky II.  Seeing as how there were no huge Russian doods named Drago on the Today show that morning, Rocky IV is clearly out.  And sin

ce Michael Phelps does not suck and isn't a senior citizen making a boxing comeback, I can't be talking about Rocky V or Rocky Balboa.

So, sports fans, that leaves us with the cocky, complacent Rocky from Rocky III.  Yes, that would be the Rocky who got his sh!t rocked against the hungry up-and-coming Clubber Lang.  The Rocky who lost his mojo and had to go for a run on the beach and a frolic in the water with Apollo.  Aren't the similarities striking???  Both Rocky and Phelps rise to the absolute top of their sport.  Both Rocky and Phelps then l

ose their focus and begin to indulge in material wonders.

Rocky poses for photo shoots while he's supposed to be training and lives the lavish famous celebrity lifestyle, Phelps tries to be an actor and goes on Saturday Night Live and parties with Playmates.  Rocky's wise and slightly cooky trainer/manager Micky dies tragically sending Rocky into a depression.  Phelps' coach Bob Bowman remains in perfect health and his mom stays as rabid as ever...  Rocky holds on to his title by fighting chumps and crazy wrestlers like Thunderlips.  Phelps...could still beat anybody in the world with his eyes closed.

......

Ok, ok, I admit that the similarities really aren't that striking...  It's pretty much a huge stretch.  Let's be serious, anyone who doesn't think that Phelps could get back into intense training tomorrow and be ready in a couple months to give the collective world a giant Olympic smackdown needs a serious reality check.

But with that being said, doesn't it seem like Phelps is getting a little distracted and caught up in the wrong things (except for the Playmates, of course)?  I mean, it seems like all I ever see in Page Six of the New York Post are blurbs about him throwing down tens of thousands of dollars on craps games in Vegas, or spots about him partying all night, or writing books...

Then again, I guess if anyone deserves to take some time and do whatever the hell he wants it's Michael Phelps.  He's earned it (literally and figuratively-I think he's due to make something like 10 or 20 mil

lion a year for awhile).  The guy missed like 2 practices in 5 or 6 years (see Rick Reilly SI article--if I wasn't so lazy I would find it and link it and tax the pross, but alas, I am, so you're just gonna have to trust me here).  Kid worked out doubles 7 days a week, 365 days a year, forEVER.  On Christmas.  On his birthday.  On New Years.  On Arbor Day.

And you know what?  While I point out all this about Phelps losing his focus and partying and whatnot, I will say this:  If Michael Phelps is content with what he has achieved (IMHO more than any other swimmer in the history of the sport), than more power to him.  He should do whatever he wants and enjoy every second of it.  As I said before, he's earned it.  I'm certainly not saying he should or shouldn't be partying; I'm simply making an observation (BTW, can anyone tell me if that is a correct usage of a semicolon???  How dumb am I that I really have no clue when you use a semicolon?  Geeez...  I think you use it when both phrases are complete sentences, but one is kind of a continuation of the other???  It's kind of interchangeable with a hyphon?? Bueller?)

Now, with all this said, I will say that something tells me Phelpsy boy is not content with what he's done and he will continue to dominate at least one more Olympics (although he will definitely NOT pursue 8 golds again--Pretty sure he's already stated that) and multiple World Championships.

And I think we can all agree on something.  He definitely needs to set up an exhibition fight with Thunderlips.  Giddy-up!

A must watch.

If you haven't seen this, you need to watch it now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4

I know this isn't much of a blog post, but something better to come later...I just need to think of what it will be.

Sh'mon.

"Big gulps eh?......Welp, see ya later!"

Welp, it's late Monday nite (for me...I know that 9:54 isn't late for most people), but I figured I'd get in a quick post-that's what she said!  Wow, I guess you can't say that to yourself, but it just happened and it was blauchome and made me smile for a sec thurr.

Along the theme of smiling, I just received 4 videos from Mr. Deeg via gmail that absolutely made my day.  They were from a JV girl's soccer game that Adam, Dig-Dug, Foof, and I attended.  Adam and I deemed it necessary to paint our faces and bodies with reallllly weak face paint and yell non-sensical cheers and be the goombas that we are/were.  Great times.  Big ups to Digger for shooting the video that most would consider worthless, but that is pure gold to Adam and me.

Other than that, today was a good day...Just another day in the life...  Worked it up, came home, went and lifted a little legs, back, biceps, made a delicious turkey/cheese omelette and chilled with the roommates for once.  Wooooo!

I also think I thoroughly confused the shuttle driver Mike when I grabbed it on the way home from work at 86th at 5:40, then got back on it in my gym clothes at 6:10 to go back to 86th, and then caught it sweaty and exhausted at 7:40 back to the good 'ole Aspen.  "I'm talking about a little place called Assssssssspen."  When I got on for the last time he looked at me and his face said, "What the hell is going on?!?!?  Where is Africa?!?!?"  So yea, cheers to confusing the cool shuttle dood, and cheers to a fairly productive Monday.  Dinner with the start group tomorrow!  Cheers.

Rainy Sunday Ramblings

Sitting here looking out my window to the Associated across the street provides one of the gloomiest pictures ever (that might be an exaggeration).  This picture doesn't really do the crappy weather justice, but now you know what the view of the Associated looks like (and what a sight it is).

Ever since I woke up this morning it has been rainy and dark and apocalyptic... Where is the love for my Sunday???  What am I supposed to do??? Just sit here and add album artwork to my itunes all day?? (wow...)  Watch football?? (actually sounds like a decent idea..)   I probably should go to the gym, but motivation levels are low.  Plus, it's RAINING.  ugh.

It does seem to rain a LOT more here in New York than anywhere else I've ever lived... I guess "anywhere else I've ever lived" includes all of Boston, Illinois, and Colorado, so that's not exactly a huge snapshot of the world, but still...

Now Playing: Snow (Hey Oh) - Red Hot Chili Peppers

As for this glorious holiday weekend, it has been pretty blauchome to just chill out, hit the gym, walk around (when it wasn't raining), watch movies, sleep, and read.  Such a good break from work and the drudgery of the 4:30 AM wake-up call.

On a completely unrelated note, it's being reported that New York Giants Wide Receiver Plaxico Burress accidentally shot himself in the leg with his handgun while out at a nightclub late Friday night/Satuday morning with fellow New York linebacker Antonio Pierce.

Let's just let that sink in.

........................

Be serious Plaxico Burress.  Be serious.  How stupid do you have to be?  What is this, an 8-Mile ripoff???  Except it's way worse than that.  Watching Sunday NFL Countdown this morning I couldn't help but laugh as they analyzed the situation.  I heard one of the commentators make some remark along the lines of, "You see, these huge contracts are why the general public can no longer relate to these athletes..." or something like that.  You want to know why I can't relate to these athletes any more???  Because they're f*$&%& idiots!!!!!!  It really seems like about 95-99% of professional athletes are complete and utter morons.  In any case, this week's Idiot of the Week Award is going to Mr. Plaxico Burress.  Congratulations.  And good luck with the concealed weapons charges.  I sure hope you had a license for that gun too.  Not that it will matter as I'm sure you will get off with a slap on the wrists and be back on the field in no time (thank goodness for that!).

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/01/sports/football/01burress.html?hp

Now Playing: Drive - The Cars    --> what a song....so 80's...so awesome.

trash can squirrel...trash can squirrelllllll

Ok everyone, take a deep breath. I know there was widespread panic since I haven't been posting lately, but now you can all sleep easy knowing that I'm back.
I have to admit, the main reason I need to get back to posting is because I just checked up on Adam's blog and he now has 5 followers compared to my measly 3!!! DAMMIT!! Come on people!!!

Now Playing: Goodbye Blue Sky - Pink Floyd (The Wall - Disc 1)

A ton has happened since my last post, but I don't want to make this just a log of everything happening, so I’ll try to stay away from that. However, here are a few updates on some stuff I’d written about before: As of right now, Kerry Wood is still technically a Cub. I’m continuing to maintain the false hope that we might offer him arbitration and he’ll return to take us to the World Series in 2009… Steamboat has officially opened and according to the email updates I still receive (geeez I need to get off that e-list) they have an 11” base at mid-mountain and the summit and they got 1” of new pow last nite. I might need to go rent the new Warren Miller film and bask in all of its snowy glory.

Now Playing: Tribute – Tenacious D

So yea…big gulps… Chris and Zara’s visit was epic. If you’re wondering about the title of this post, the answer is locked within the conundrum that was their visit—quite an epic nite…
So we set off on a train on Saturday nite to the great city of Stamford, Connecticut. The destination was a hibachi restaurant where we were going to meet some of C & Z’s friends and have a little going away party for Mr. Paul Ridley. In December Paul is embarking on a row across the Atlantic Ocean with 2 goals in mind:
1. To row 2,950 miles solo across the Atlantic Ocean
2. To raise over $500,000 to fight cancer
Kinda makes you feel like you haven’t done much lately, doesn’t it? But seriously, if you want to check out his website or make a donation just go to http://rowforhope.com/
So, in the spirit of things, we started it all off with dinner and drinks to hopefully fatten him up for his long journey. What better way to make a difference than an open bar right?? DO WORK!!!
Fast forward through the evening of doing work, playing punchies with Al, dancing and playing darts, and Zara, Chris and I find ourselves being woken up by a train conductor at 3 AM telling us very succinctly to “Get off the train.” This is the point of the story when a collective “WTF?!?!” went through each of our little pea-sized brains… The reason for this was because this train was most definitely NOT pulling into Grand Central Terminal as we had all planned. It WAS most definitely pulling into New Haven, Connecticut…
Yea…big gulps….
This was also the point at which Zara and I basically gave up all hope of ever escaping this nite and simply decided that the best course of action entailed finding the closest wooden bench and going to sleep on it. Thankfully for us, Chris had the wherewithal to know that sleeping like a homeless person (not that there’s anything wrong with that) in the middle of nowhere wasn’t going to help us get home. Instead, given the fact that the next train back to the big apple wasn’t leaving until 4:45AM, clearly the best decision was to ask some rando Yale sh’mons where we could go for some pizza, which is exactly what he did.
Fast forward to some 24 hour pizza place called A-1 Pizza or something. I resumed my strategy of trying to sleep in random places (this time on the table), while Chris made an amazing call in ordering us up some za and hot wings. Amazing.
Also, in the middle of doing so, Chris befriends a huge pizza delivery guy who says for a couple bucks he’ll give us a ride back to the train station when we need to go…brilliant. I can’t see anything wrong with getting a ride in this huge stranger’s truck at 4:30 in the morning…
Upon piling into his truck, I think we all began to realize that this might not have been the greatest plan ever… And by “we all” I mean Zara and I did…Chris, meanwhile, became best friends with the guy and got his card so he can order some specialized t-shirts from him...
I truly thought we were done for when we got to a “pizza stop” that the guy had to make and he got out of the car and didn’t come back for about 10 minutes. Zara and I contemplated running for it, but instead, I decided to stick with my theme of the night and instead opted to go to sleep on some cardboard boxes in the back of his truck. Brilliant!
So we made it back to the train station, caught our train, and then slept all the way back to New York (some of us did…).
Then, as we headed for the subway at 6:30 in the morning, Chris made his final amazing call of the excursion, half-angrily, half-decisively proclaiming, “We’re taking a cab.” That was all the nudging Zara and I needed, and we piled into one of New York’s finest.

This was also the point at which we saw the infamous trash can squirrel!!!! Don’t’overthink it--It really was just a squirrel that had crawled into a trash can for some dinner (or breakfast, I guess). I realize this is probably a big letdown for everyone reading (all 3 of you), but to us, this incidence was the equivalent of striking comedic gold (and also the cause of many future headaches for Chris). We all then crafted the brilliant lyrics to the hit song “Trash Can Squirrel,” which if you’re lucky enough, someday maybe, just maybe, we will sing to you. Cheers!

Now Playing: The Background - Third Eye Blind

Strikes and Gutters

So, today I'm thinking we're going to go with a strikes and gutters/highs and lows theme to the post. So here goes:

:) Today is Friday! Hooray--about to have 2 days off after only a 4 day work week!

:( My throat kinda hurts. booo-urns

:) They're putting up the Christmas tree today in Rockefeller Plaza! Hooray for gigantic trees in the middle of the city and glorified consumerism (word?)!! ...Also, on a sidenote, hooray for the birth of Jesus!

:( x infinity According to the New York Times, my favorite active Cub Kerry Wood will no longer be with the team to start the 2009 Season: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/14/sports/baseball/14base.html?_r=1&ref=baseball&oref=slogin

:) Chris and Zara are here to visit for the weekend!!!!!!!!!! Lots of fun stuff planned for that (to be blogged about later).

:( I opened my gmail this morning to see yet another email from Steamboat. This one with the subject "Winter Is In Steamboat!" announcing the official start of winter and the over 26" of fresh champagne powder that's fallen in the last 2 weeks. The mountain opens in just 12 days... (it's getting hard to see the computer screen through all the tears) At this time last year I was working construction in Steamboat getting ready for the season to begin. Don't get me wrong though, New York is awesome, it's just a little different to be working a "real" job and living in the city as opposed to living in the mountains with my biggest worry being how much pow would fall each night.

:) Also according to the New York Times (sorry, they're just extra pertinent today I guess), the 6th annual Lebowski Fest is this weekend!!! I won't be able to go, but it still makes me happy that there's a Fest created by 'achievers' (Lebowski for fans) for my favorite movie of all time. Apparently there's also going to be a Creedence Clearwater Revival cover band. Check it out: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/14/arts/14wspare.html?scp=1&sq=big%20lebowski&st=cse



"And was there anything of value in the car?"

Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Welp, went and threw down the $12 to see Deeg and Norah's Infinite Playlist the other day.  Before I get into that, can we just acknowledge the absurdity of paying $12 to see a movie.  Paying that much to see a movie kind of immediately launches you into the realm of feeling like a dope, but what are you gonna do?  I miss $2 movies at the Tivioli and La Grange.  wtf mate?  How can there not be a single place in all of Manhattan showing a movie for less than that??  I guess there probably is, I just need to find it... But wouldn't everyone go there then??  I sense some price fixing...grrrr

All price issues aside, N&N's was an above average film.  Like Dwight Schrute's assessment of Michael Scott's breath, it was "good not great."  I'm going to give it 3.8/5 stars.  Then again, the bar must be pretty low since the last movie I saw was Pride and Glory (would probably give that 2.8 sh'mons).

A quick plot chop:  Nick's girlfriend has broken up with him roughly a month ago, and he's been in a funk ever since.  He's in a band with 2 or 3 other guys (all gay) called the Jerkoffs.  They all love emo-indie-slightly punk-music.  Nick makes some crazy good mixes for his ex to try to win her back.  Nora (Nick's ex's friend who doesn't know Nick) also loves emo-indie-slightly punk-music.  Their paths cross one fateful night as they all go out in New York city to find the legendary indie band of all time, which is playing at a secret location that they must figure out.  The hilarity and wild adventures ensue.

Matthew Deeg-I mean Michael Cera was solid in his role as Nick.  He provided pretty much exactly what I think most of us in the audience were hoping for in that awkward, polite, innocent, but witty style that he has perfected and somehow made "cool."  I would say much of the strength of this film came from the awkward moments and interchanges between Nick and the other characters that made it all seem more realistic.  However, this awkwardness/realness did have its drawbacks as it also had the effect of creating a more stilted story.  Without those cliche moments and exchanges I wasn't really able to fall into any kind of a comfortable rhythm while watching.  I have no idea if that makes any sense, but that's the best way I know how to describe it.

As the name of the movie would hint at, another cool aspect of it was the music.  Although I will say that I was slightly disappointed with it overall (I think because I had really high expectations for being completely blown away by the songs, which I was by some, not all), the music was quite good and for the most part really helped the story along.  I was extremely pleased to hear The National (one of my faves, although even though it was in the movie it's not on the soundtrack.  Also, in case you're interested (you're probably not), the National also got some love recently in 'Battle In Seattle', which, if you haven't seen, I highly recommend checking out--maybe I'll write a lil ditty about that too..) get some love, as well as Vampire Weekend, and a song I liked by We Are Scientists called "After Hours."

The movie was also mostly shot in the Big Apple (slap chopay!), which was cool, even though I still have pretty much no idea where anything was as I'm still learning the big city and working 60-70 hours a week isn't helping my social life much...

Kat Dennings was definitely believable as Norah.  Although there were certain scenes that I felt like she could've been much better in...  I don't really know what else to say about that, probably because I'm not a movie reviewer (I can hear everyone now, "Wait, hold the phone! You mean to tell me that this guy doesn't review movies for a living?!?!  Wow, he sure is amazing at it-he should quit his day job and take over for Ebert and Roeper!")

Bottom line:  If you've got the $12, or even if you're like me and really don't, and you're under 35, I would recommend seeing this movie.  It has some really funny moments, it's well shot and acted, and the plot-line is interesting.  If you enjoyed Michael Cera in Superbad and Juno, definitely check it out.  Plus, it's way better than Pride and Glory, so it's got that goin' for it, which is nice.

if a tree falls, but no one is around...

"If the NBA season starts tonight, and I'm the only one watching, did it really happen?"

This was a text message I received on opening night of the 2008-2009 NBA season a few weeks ago from a good friend who shall remain nameless. In addition to being hilarious and kind of true, I feel like I should bring it up to at least partially counter the NBA madness taking place over in Adam'slittlemupmup. (burn)
But seriously, does anyone (other than Adam and my friend) actually still watch the NBA anymore??? Call me old-fashioned, call me a jaded Bulls fan, call me whatever you liiiiiiiiiike, but you can't deny the fact that it's lost a lot of its allure.
Just the other day I was surfing the old internets and while wasting massive amounts of time on youtube watching pointless videos (like the reporter who stomps on the grapes and falls over-amazing...hearing her say, "oww owww OWWWWW" will seriously never get old) and I came across some Michael Jordan vs. Kobe Bryant compilations and that sinking feeling came rushing back when you see something that makes you nostalgic and long for something now long gone. You can't sit there and tell me that watching Lebron or Shaq or Melo or Chauncey Billups or Dwayne Wade or even KG (who I love) is the same as tuning in to MJ, Scottie, Ewing, Isiah, Magic, Rodman, Bird, Kareem, Nique, Chuck, or Clyde the Glide...the list could go on forever.
I don't know what it is, I'm not going to be one of those people who says the fundamentals of the game are gone or something like that, but there is just something wrong with the NBA for me now.
I suppose if I had to guess, maybe I would chalk it up to something I think I read Jordan say a little while back. He basically said that the problem is that now you have guys getting paid ridiculous sums of money before they prove they're worth it. There's no earning anymore. Lebron signs a shoe deal with Nike for 100 million+ before he plays a single minute in the NBA (don't get me wrong, he's clearly proved he was worth it, but there are always exceptions)...Wally Szerbiak (i know that's not how it's spelled, but I'm pulling an Adam here) inks an enormous contract...Brian Scalabrine (i know, right?!?!) makes over 3 mil/year (if you don't believe me, look it up. If you don't know who Brian Scalabrine is, give yourself a pat on the back for not wasting your time)...Stephon Marbury made over 21 million dollars last year...
Someone would probably counter by saying some athletes are horribly overpaid in all major sports, and to this I don't really have an answer...

In any case, is the 2008 NBA season really happening???

Ya got to Keep ya head up.

So I'm walking up the stairs of the prestigious Aspen about 15 mins ago on my way home from a long day at work and then the gym, and all of a sudden I hear a guy coming down the stairs say to me, "Hey, hold your head up.  Come on now buddy, the economy isn't that bad."

This gave me a nice little chuckle, and also kind of made me laugh for a few reasons.  The first of which being that it's kinda sad in a funny way that this tiny occurrence was one of the more interesting moments of my entire day.  It also cracked me up cause here I am, basically gimping my way up 2 flights of stairs (hey, it was a legs, back, biceps day at the gym, emphasis on the legs--don't ask me why I was walking the stairs when we have not one, not 2, but 3 elevators at our disposal...), kind of oblivious to the world, probably looking about 2 small steps away from a homeless man, and this guy thinks that the reason I look like such a ragamuffin is cause I'm depressed about the economy! (PS I just successfully used 'ragamuffin' in my blog and you haven't-burn.)  I could care less about the economy.  I make $8.36 an hour after taxes...like it matters.  Well, that's not really true at all (the $8.36 part is, the not caring, not so much), but at this particular moment in time, the economy was almost the farthest thing from what was actually on my mind (if I was going to cook egg whites or regular eggs for dinner and if it's socially acceptable to eat a can of green beans with my dinner of eggs...)

So anyway, I picked my head up, laughed, and went on my merry way down the longest hallway ever (think: redrum).  Now onto eggs and beans! mmmmmmm.....

Tuftensis Universitatis

Just returned from a weekend jaunt down to Boston/Tufts area. The journey began and finished on the not-so-aptly named Mega Bus - Altho it did get us there and back without incident, I didn't find much about it very "Mega"... Just a thought.

As for the weekend, Jeff, Patches, Adam, the 30 Pack crew and I all had a quacktastic time.

Highlights:

-Smashing my face into an armrest on the Mega Bus while laughing hysterically, resulting in a swollen/black eye.

-the Tufts alumni beating the Novice AND Varsity 8's in a 1K faceoff

-delicious breakfasts prepared by Mamma and Poppa Vanderkruik

-catching up with both Coaches and checking in on the team

-Soundbites with Patches & V-Robbbbahhh

-An endless marathon of Rock Band (although I shouldn't mislead, Adam and Ray were the true heroes here, playing 9 hours straight...)

-2 words: Sausage. Fest.

-Inventing new and amazing games with Monga involving golf clubs, empty beer cans and ping pong balls... "New rule!" "10 point deduction!"

So, all in all, a phenomenal weekend with great friends.

Oh yea, one more thing. Who's got 2 thumbs and has tomorrow off?!?! THIS GUY!!!! Happy Veteran's Day!

The beginning of something special.

Alright ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, we have officially arrived in the era of my blog. This is a ground-shaking event whose significance will surely be felt world-wide. Actually, check that, universe-wide.

OK, you've probably already realized I'm kind of full of crap here (Or maybe you've stopped reading), but I have to build the hype for this blog if it's going to have any chance for success. So if you're reading this, spread the word and build the hype. Hype is key. Hype.

Speaking of which, the hype machine is already in motion folks. Mr. Adam Chu (a fellow new-blogger, check his out at http://adamslittlemupmup.blogspot.com) has singlehandedly pumped up the profile views of this blog to 50 before I've even posted a single blog!!!

Some excerpts from Adam and my gchat conversation (wow, I've already resorted to using Adam's lines for my blog material..):

Adam: im following the blog already
plus, additionally, i have been listnieng to that song on loop (referring to 'Whatever You Like'), watched the video yesterday
Adam: the only one i can follow is 'whatever you like right', is that right?
me: dood, this is way harder than i anticipated...its pretty stupid hahaa
Adam: i joined to follow you, i dont even know what im supposed to do now
i just wanted to be first.

Adam: yeah i have no idea what im doing
madagascar 2 looks awesome
im padding your 'profile views' by continually clickin on your two blogs
me: i think i'm gonna give you a shout out in my first blog post
cuase you're my first fan

Adam: congrats
you now have 31 profile views
and zero posts
me: hahahahahhahaa
Adam: talk about celebrity status
what a ballah

Adam: should i try to get it up to 50
50 done
and im spent on that


So there you have it. This blog is officially legit. 50 views. Ok, I'll stop wasting everyone's time now, and hopefully next time I'll have something more interesting to write about. Blog WOOOO!!!!!

But before I go, I leave you with this little gem:
Adam: check my post
this will last a week tops on my end i bet
i think i may run out of material, wheresas freshman year i confidently could have posted 3x per day for the duration of the year, easy