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Last week on my drive to work I was listening to the student radio station and the DJs were playing the entire soundtrack.  It was awesome and I sat in my car in the parking lot just to hear the end of "Someday I Suppose."

My weekend plans were shortened by the cold rain that ran through the area on Saturday and Sunday.  Saturday morning I'd planned on going out to watch my sister run the Crazylegs 10K in Madison but then deferred to just meeting for lunch afterward since it was pretty shitty out.  This also was cancelled since after

Oh yeah, this movie just blew me away.  I actually saw it with my mother one weekend when I was home.  She'd rented it thinking it was a romantic comedy or something and I just happened to sit down right as she started it.  Wow.

Yeah, I was expecting something serious too and I kind of didn't want to go to it with my friends when it came out.  I wasn't much into sci fi at the time and I thought it would be some Star Trek knock off.  As it turns out I fucking loved it while my buddies weren't as impressed.  I actually went back and saw it a

I only watch The Office because I'm at my friends' place and they still like it and DVR it.  Some nights I leave early after watching Community, P&R and 30 Rock (and Archer too when it's on) but I stuck around last night to finish my beer.  I'm not usually an advocate of pouring out a good beer but I wish I would have

I also didn't get that point.  I grew up in a small town and also have a relatively large extended family on my mother's side so I couldn't even tell you how many times I've gone through a receiving line at a funeral home for a recently deceased person that I only knew tangentially.  Sure, it's a bit more effort than

I have that as the ringtone specifically for my white ass father.  He always wants to know why I let the phone ring for so long before picking up.

My mother's side is all German farmers from Illinois and my grandmother will say "youse guys" as a second-person plural, which is pretty awesome since I always think of gangster movies when I hear it.

I didn't think it was terrible but Statham's character was most certainly a real piece of shit.  Now I wouldn't go so far as to say that the filmmakers were intentionally trying to set it up this way but it was interesting to be in a position to side with a character with basically no redeeming qualities (he did help

I'm a big fan of both EPs and I'm looking forward to picking this up next month when he swings through Madison.

I traveled for work most of last week and ended up working late on Friday catching up on shit so I initially figured on calling it early, but instead I went out to meet up with an old friend for drinks and to listen to DJ Phil Money spin a few records.  It was a really good time and I don't know why I've fallen out of

That's who my friend thought it was too.  I wasn't sure either way.

When I was a sophomore in college my roommates and I drunkenly planned on getting tattoos and I picked out the Laughing Sawfish emblem from Das Boot.  Thankfully we never went through with it because no matter how cool it looks getting a Nazi Kriegsmarine tattoo is not a good life choice.

My mother doesn't really follow baseball but is a filthy fucking Cards fan from growing up in central IL, whereas I'm a Cubs fan from my dad's side.  When I was talking about the upcoming season yesterday morning she asked "Why do you do this to yourself every year?"  I had no answer to that one.  Fucking Cardinals.

I went out Friday to see Cheap Girls with the Sidekicks opening.  Great show but I fear I'm getting a little long in the tooth for 10 PM Friday shows.  I bought Cheap Girls' new record and listened to it over the rest of the weekend.

I like it but I also really like the Arcade.  The sweet potato pancakes there are fucking delicious.

Yeah, I really liked that song and it was a perfect ending to that movie.  I knew it was him right away too.

In college a girl told me that I reminded her of Dave Coulier, fucking Uncle Joey.  The worst part about it was that it was in front of my friends, so of course it still comes up from time to time nearly 10 years later.

I went on a first date to see Social Distortion at Summerfest in Milwaukee a few years back.  Somehow our nice little get-to-know-you pre-show conversation made a 90 degree turn into an extended debate on religion, specifically relating to her staunch Catholicism and my equally staunch atheism.  Surprisingly the date

Me too.