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Before I say anything else, let me just say, "Go Seahawks!" Ok, I said it. I have to confess that I am pretty darn excited about the Hawks first trip to the Super Bowl. When I was a kid, there were certain things that were just accepted: the Mariners would never go to the World Series, and the Seahawks would never go to the Super Bowl. Now if the M's could only prove me completely wrong. Patience, I know, patience. Obviously, I am picking Seattle to win, but the Steelers won't be easy to beat. They are the "team of destiny." They want it bad. Well, so do we. There aren't many things that get Seattleites going (other than double tall non-fat caramel macchiatos), but having lived through the '95 Mariners, I know how crazy Seattle can get about its sports. It is electric. Forget the fact that we are in the middle of nowhere (sports-wise), forget the fact that Seattle has only won one major championship (the '79 Sonics... OK, the Storm won too), all of that means aboslutely nothing. Anything can happen in the Super Bowl.

We become our parents

Well folks, if you haven't realized this before, we really do become our parents. Now, I don't necessarily consider this to be a bad thing. I consider it a compliment to be called my father's son. But there is an aspect of this that I find troubling. I have always considered that one of my greatest character traits was my taste in music (which might be troubling in and of itself). I think I have a pretty good handle on what is "good" music and what is "bad" music. But I have also indulged in my share of guilty pleasures (ABBA, Themes from James Bond Movies, the original "Lady Marmalade"). So, I have a new guilty pleasure thanks to my father. When I woke up this morning with "Cracklin' Rosie" stuck in my head (who knows how it got there), I realized that I kind of like Neil Diamond. You don't know how painful it is to admit that, but the truth must be spoken. As a Red Sox fan, I can justify liking "Sweet Caroline," but I don't think there is any way to justify my blasting "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show" and dancing like a fool. Now don't get me wrong, he isn't nor ever will be my favorite, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Blast you, Mr. Diamond. Blast you.

NewsRadio on the couch

Well, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight (and not doing a very good job of it according to the time stamp). My roomate is sick and having a hard time sleeping, so I'm keeping away. But I am watching one of my favorite shows while I type this. That's right: NewsRadio. I won't regale you with the details of how much I like the show, but what a great cast! Well anyway... here are some of my favorite quotes:

Bill: "How come no one thinks I'm funny?"
Lisa: "How come no one thinks I'm female?"
Bill: "We're misunderstood, I suppose. That's why guys like you and me gotta hang together."

BILL: "Women, can't live with them."

DAVE: Can't live without them?"

BILL: "I don't know about that part... especially when they're sneaking around behind your back.."

JIMMY: "I am a cipher, cipher....wrapped in an enigma, smothered in secret sauce..."

BETH: "I did NOT get into this business to make photocopies on just plain white paper... I just didn't."

BILL: (To his cigarettes) These guys are my little friends. They're always there when I need them. My reliable little buddies."
DAVE: "Hey Bill, I'm your friend."
BILL: "Yeah? Where were you last night around 3 AM when I was watching Steel Magnolias and crying my eyes out?"
(LATER)
BILL: "If you ever tell anyone about Steel Magnolias, I'll kill you. It would take a robot not to cry at that movie."

Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Behind the Music

So the mail key is lost. I'm sure you know what that means. Yeah, we have to wait for the landlord to make us a new one. So the mail gets checked infrequently these days. So it wasn't until yesterday that I got one of the coolest things to ever come into my mailbox. It was the Miller 10 CD. I realize that few of you will fully appreciate the majestic splendor of such a thing, but for those of you who do, you understand why I am posting news of its arrival to my new blog. So, to Casey, Tom, Michelle and especially Daniel, thanks. As I was listening to it, the new things that Daniel added gave me an idea. I have some video clips from that night, which I want to get to you guys, but maybe as as little video documentary. Something like "VH1 presents: Behind the music of Miller 10." It is just an idea right now, but I think it has potential. Let me know what you think.