And I'm Back in the Game!

Well, what can i say. In my mind i keep hoping that this post will be greeted by Hugo Weaving drawling "Mr. Carr, welcome back...We missed you." But to be frank, that's just not going to happen. A few things happened in the last few days that have inspired me to return to the blogging world. Allow me to recount them.

1) I got all caught up on TV. In the past few months i have been sucked into the 24 and LOST phenomena that rule our country. Consequently, i have digested 102 episodes of 24 and 30+ episodes of LOST in the not-so-distant past. Call it my addiction. Call it an addiction far safer than that of my peers. Call it a colossal waste of time. Call it sheer bliss. But to be perfectly honest, Jack Bauer should be an American icon. How awesome would it be if our government really tortured all those terrorists. Wouldn't you feel more comfortable sleeping at night if you knew we had a guy on our side who is willing to bust a cap on a guys kneecap before he starts interrogating? I know i would...in fact, i do, because Jack Bauer lives on in my mind. LOST hasn't impressed me as much, but i'm still hooked like a heroin addict (and both shows have heroin addicts as main characters...what am i turning into????).

2) I'm done with poker for a while. Yeah, sad, i know. Its a brutal game really. Even if you're winning it feels like you're losing, and you find ways to convince yourself that you are a terrible player. My hat is off to the grinders. Joey Knish really does have a crappy life. Winning one big bet an hour has no glamour. That said, i'm sure i will start playing again soon enough. I have a whopping two hours of work per week these days, so i might need the cash/something to occupy my time.

3) Football is over. Sad isn't it? More sad is that i can count on my fingers the number of Pepperdine kids that are sad about this. As you all know, the Super Bowl was tonight. I am really hoping that the Sports Guy kept a running diary for it, and i am wishing that i had done likewise. A few things still stick in my mind which i simply must share: Why is Joss Stone white? During the pre game show she was up there grooving with all of Mo-Town, and no one even blinked. Not until halfway through the all-too-long Stevie Wonder show did i realize that she was the only white person on stage. One of her parents must be albino or something...we need to look into this. Was that Star Spangled Banner awkward or what? First, Aaron Neville was singing REALLY high and REALLY quiet. Second, Dr. John looked like a corpse. Third, Aretha Franklin put minks on the endangered species list. And fourth, all the performers looked like they were giving birth when they sang. A few face shots of the players summed everything up. Most of them (like me) thought all those people were dead, and the rest were wondering why they were allowed out in public.

The first half zoomed by, and bam, it was time for the Stones. Oh boy, never have i seen a group of more fried individuals in my life. One of the kids watching the game with me, (who has a problem with smoking...and not just cigarettes) shouted "Man, Mick Jagger would make the best grandpa ever!" I gave the ole sideways glance, bit my tongue and continued with my life. When poor Mick lost his jacket and subjected millions of people to his deteriorating and flabby arms i had to look away. That should have been a wardrobe malfunction. The stage was cool though.


So, all that to say, i have a little time on my hands. And i have chosen to spend it on you. There's more to say, but i don;t want to overdo it. Easy Mac here i come!