You Always Bang The Whole Gang

Ah, here it is...winter. I fucking hate winter. Winter is like the 1998 NFC Championship Game coupled with the KG Trade with a sprinkling of rough gay sex thrown on top. Meaning I don't really care to experience it. The worst part about this winter is it feels really really hollow. I personally feel like I can't get excited about anything. Thanksgiving was kind of...eh? The food was good, but something felt odd. Even music seems boring right now. Maybe it is the routine of an 8 to 6 job that is sucking my will to live, or maybe its this sore throat that I have had for two weeks. It all kind of reminds me of an Atari Jaguar commercial from back in the day. The commercial showed Jag games followed by a film of two monkeys fucking with the tagline "Atari Jaguar...Nothing Seems Fun Anymore".

Done with that. I want to go see I Am Legend because Will Smith doesn't disappoint. Also, I want to eat McDonalds breakfast tomorrow morning, so I am going to go to bed soon. And I will try to update more. Sorry about the lacklusterness.

Oh, and buy Brian Eno's album "Here Come The Warm Jets"

1987 NFC Divisional Playoff

I know we suck ass this year, so here's a little old school love. I remember this pretty well for only being five...thing is, the Niners had two of the best QBs OF ALL TIME playing for them, and a pretty average Vikings team still won. Ah, Reggie Rutland. I think he changed his name to Az Hakim or something later on when he converted.

Once, When I Was Little Someone Pointed Out To Me The Constellations But The Big Dipper's All I Could See

Whilst I was driving home from a rousing night of pub trivia this evening, I reminisced. Not because I was downtown MPLS or because I was night driving, but because of what was on my Focus CD player. I had the Built To Spill album "There Is Nothing Wrong With Love" on, and I thought about standing on a street corner in front of a Walgreen's that doesn't exist anymore waiting for a bus.

Then I got to thinking about the song "Start Choppin" by Dinosuar Jr(mainly because it sounds kinda like a Built To Spill song) and how I once drove to school absolutely fucking hung over after an Old Chicago night. Then I went and ate a pita and skipped class.

The point of this story is that I have very trivial memories to songs and music that I absolutely love, or very weird memories to songs I don't give a shit about. I don't remember the first time I ever heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit" (mainly I remember my Uncle Danny talking about it at my grandparents cabin during the winter of 1992) or Pearl Jam (I think I saw the "Jeremy" video on MTV) but I remember that one time I got it on while "Whats Ya Flava?" by Craig David was playing. Then again, maybe the moment makes the song. Who knows, I may not have as deep a connection with Built To Spill if it wasn't playing while I was experiencing my first semester at the U.

Oh, and Adrian Peterson, your magic is real and I believe in you...