JJB’s Ramblings

Has anyone seen my tumbleweed? I am pretty sure that it passed through here, probably multiple times. Things have been pretty constant around here. We are still planning a wedding, still looking for a house and still packing, though it is more in anticipation of our move again in 6 weeks than anything else.

What is funnier than me updating you on what I’ve cooked/eaten/seen/did/photographed/accomplished/failed at/won/lost/bought/sold? How about a 27 year old celebrating his birthday by demonstrating his theory on dinosaur extinction:

Totally awesome.

On another note, for some crappy reason my stats things doesn’t work anymore so I am going to assume that there are hundreds, if not thousands of you out there, rather than the friends and relatives who occasionally check.

I swear that this is not my craigslist posting (because I have until October to find a suit) but I admire the gentleman’s frugality.

While sitting in my Irish Village soccer meeting last night, I noticed something peculiar.  As I was sipping my pint of Guinness I happened to look over at the table and saw that my glass had left a mark on the table.  Now, clearly that alone isn’t blog worthy.  Everyone has left a little ring or puddle where their glass was.  I am pretty sure though that I am the only one whose pint of Guinness left this on the table though.

Happy Patriots Day!

What does that mean for most folks today? Remembering the historic battles in Lexington and Concord that would be the musket spark to the Revolutionary war and keep us from having to refer to others with the prefix Lord or Lady? No way Lord Shacklebottom. The right way to do it is by watching an early Sox game, having some beers and cheering on all of those insane people that think it’s a good idea to do a fun run for 26.2 miles. Not me though, I have to work today. So in honor of marathon Monday, when I went to the gym over my lunch break I completed 26.2 miles in 3:00:00! Pretty awesome huh? Oh wait, my decimals are in the wrong spot; 2.62 and my time colons are wrong; 30:00. There, that’s better. Now, you may be thinking, “Justin, that’s almost an 11.5 min mile, isn’t that slow?” Well, yes, it is. On a normal, non-cross training program I clock in at about a 9.5 min mile. Mind you, I am not a mammal of endurance and am really only capable of short bursts of blinding speed.

So, good luck to all those crazies that ran the race and finished in time to make high tea any early bar specials on Boylston.

I believe that I have already made it clear that in general, eRock and I really rock .  The problem is that I am not sure that I have really stressed the magnitude with which we rock.  

I plan to do that now.   

For my birthday, my brother stepped up and shelled out for the dough for the hottest thing since Guitar Hero, RockBand.  You may have heard of it, but second hand accounts rarely do it justice and you must experience it.  It takes the guitar hero concept and mashes it together with all the other elements of a band: vocals, bass and drums, hence the name rockBAND.  Anyway, what it really is is just an excuse to get together with 1-3 of your friends and look like total morons.  The benefit being that normal morons NEVER have this much fun.  You may suck at vocals (like yours truly) or have absolutly no rhythm (think Steve Martin in the Jerk) but no longer does that mean you can’t be in a band.  eRock and I entertained two friends the other night and we gave RockBand the full workover.  It was great, we were all grinnin’ like dope fiends, enjoying our total groovyness.  I was rockin the microphone, doing my best Mick impression on the Stone’s “Gimme Shelter” when disaster struck.  85% of the way through the song, rockin out fast and furious, we blew out the receiver and it started flashing “Protect” on the LCD display screen.  Done. Clearly the stereo couldn’t handle our awesome rockin’-ness and it became concerned with it’s own well-being.  Thankfully the TV audio, though not nearly as robust as the stereo receiver, functioned properly and we went along rockin’ into the night, much like .38 special.  If you haven’t tried RockBand, get out and do so.  We may be having open auditions soon.