Better than Bloomberg news

In the interest of efficiency, here are the latest news highlights from Greenpoint, Brooklyn:

March Madness is on. Unfortunately, the George Washington University’s basketball team lost the first round. I believe the final score was something along the lines of 34 vs. 100 gazillion. I don’t know the opponent, considering the pathetic loss, it doesn’t really matter. When I first saw the score, I thought it was half-time report. I was wrong. Oh well, GWU is not known for its basketball, it’s know for… um… uh… something, I am sure. Oh yea, rumor has it that the campus quad is ground zero in Washington, D.C. And I think the law school is decent.

I think Britney Spears is still in rehab.

And in case you were wondering, Naomi Campbell wore some sort of fancy clothing to her alternative-to-jail community service sentence. If you are truly interested, every news agency reported on her fashion choices last week, I am sure it’s easy to find.

In order to pull the troops out of Iraq, you have to pay $74 million for peanut storage first.

And lastly (you always save the best for last), I fell on my head. It’s true. I even have bruises, head concussion, and a dislocated shoulder to prove it. And no, I wasn’t drunk. But I felt woozy the first three days after the concussion so that’s kind of like feeling drunk. Unfortunately, I also don’t have health insurance since my job is dragging their feet to give me benefits and buying health insurance on my own is really expensive. Maybe if I bought more peanuts, someone will start paying attention and do something about decreasing the cost of health insurance premiums. Several people told me to sue but since I fell on the street, it means I would have to deal with the city and considering that they can’t get the G train to work properly, I probably would never see the end of the lawsuit. So, yes, I’ve been popping ibuprofen like Skittles and watching Judge Judy on my non-cable TV.

I am feeling better though, thanks for wondering. My shoulder is gaining more movement every day, my bruises are a beautiful greenish-blue color, and I can finally sleep on the side of my head where I hit it. I am not much of a phone talker though, that still hurts my head.

Probably not the smartest thing I've said

But I just realized that "dude" contains "dud" as in "that dude is a dud!" Ha.

OK, the truth be told, I am the person who checks my own blog six times a week.

Oh, this reminds me, this summer, when I was working at the court where I had a lot of free time, my friend recommended Evan Connell's "Mrs. Bridge" to kill all that free time. I thought it was hilarious, full of tongue-in-cheek commentary on a forgotten housewife. Then I read "Mr. Bridge," sort of a sequel, it wasn't as funny. Then I bought a sequence of Connell's books, including "Double Honeymoon." Anyways, the point to this post is that his "Son of the Morning Star," a non-fiction historical account of the battle at the Little Bighorn is probably one of the best and most hilarious narratives about the Indian Wars. Although I would assume they pronounced them "injians." I would even go as far as say that it's a close (yes, close) second to McCarthy's "Blood Meridian" which is loosely based on true facts. Anyone who knows me in real life, knows that "Blood Meridian" is my bible, or some sort of an equivalent, so having both compared is a great accomplishment for Connell in my eyes.

And apparently, ABC made into miniseries. And there are rumors that Oliver Stone will make a movie out of it.

I just read in Wikipedia that Tommy Lee Jones has film-making rights to "Blood Meridian." Strange.

On another note, Augusten Burrough's "Running with Scissors" is probably the most boring book I've read in a while. Formulaic David Sedaris-type jokes - lame!

I don't really care for David Sedaris either. The only two short stories that I liked were about him trying to flush down a huge piece of shit at someone else's house and the ups and downs of learning French. The funniest passage in that story was the class explaining Christmas to a Muslim woman in rudimentary French.

On a more positive note, thanks to the early time change in the U.S., it's still bright outside when I leave work. Can't wait til summer. Which is really code for can't wait to surf!!!

Listen up kids

I will start this post by thanking the six regular readers who check this site weekly. Although I suspect it’s actually less than 6 readers, perhaps just one person who checks the site daily. If that’s the case, dude, there are tons of better things go do.

Anyway, here are some of the most recent things that have happened in my life:

1. My Hispanic cowboy fetish dropped the fetish part for reasons I will not divulge on this blog thingee. It’s no one’s business anyway.

2. I have snapping hip syndrome.

3. At age 29, I finally learned why it is not such a good idea to make out/hook up with someone I just met. Let me elaborate. A few weeks ago, I met this kid. Since the fetish part came to a grinding halt, I decided a distraction would be therapeutic for me. The kid seemed nice, cute, somewhat funny. Since our first meeting ended abruptly, there was no opportunity for making out. Not that I was really hoping for it, but it did cross my mind. During our second “date,” I started to realize that we had nothing in common, not to mention that he told me that he had an “ex” who kept calling him. To minimize any sort of moments of awkwardness on my part, I decided to drink more beer. It worked. I also slurred every word that came out of my mouth. When we stumbled home, I mumbled something about him getting home safe and fled hastily. On our third “date,” the dude started asking me about my history of dating and told me how his friend suggested to him that next time we go out, he should invite me for a nightcap. He also told me something about making me a dinner of spaghetti with Prego from a jar. I rolled my eyes and steadily grew more repulsed by him.

Anyways, the moral of this story is that making out/hooking up is fun, but if you don’t know the dude, he may turn out to be a dud. Based on my non-scientific research, about 99% of them are either jerks or the dullest people on Earth, so holding off for a bit, say for a week, is a bright idea. Now the biggest question is, why didn’t my mother tell me this when I was 15?