Road Music

I'm attempting to get set for a life-altering cross-country roadtrip (more on that in a later post), and besides hydrogenated corn chips and diabetes-inducing quantities of cola, I'm going to need that other roadtrip essential for a 1,100+ mile journey: tunes.

CDs galore! Friends at work have been allowing me to rape and pillage their iTunes, and my frontseat will be loaded with discs of all kinds of stuff that makes the miles through the amber waves of grain tolerable.

Anyway, if you have any recomendations for my roadtrip, feel free to holler. I'll have to let you all know what I play on the drive out.

You know you're in the know when you're in The Onion

I was reading the August 3-9 issue of The Onion this week when I noticed "Dave Jordan" and "Sally Kagan's" wedding announcement in the "Weddings" section and I realized that, lo and behold, I went to college with Dave Jordan's real life doppelganger. Congrats, "Dave."

That sure as hell beats making the Sunday Times' "Vows" section, Charlotte York be damned.

I Can't Believe I Tried Yoga

I'm sure my Dad would regard my continuing experients with new activities as more evidence to add to his screed against "the increasing pussification of American society" at large, but hey, that's what crochety old men are for, right? (Happy 50th, Big Poppa!)

Nevertheless, finding myself purchasing a yoga mat at Target this week of, ahem, my own free will, makes me realize that Pops is onto something. And even if my employer is subsidizing yoga classes at a can't-beat-it $5 a session, and even if I do like to try everything at least once, and even -- no, especially -- since I kinda liked my class and the attempt to make myself bend like The Human Gumby kicked my ass, I suspect I scored a 8.2 on the self-emasculation scale.

Did I mention that I was the only guy in my class? Hell, did I even have to mention that?

And yes, for the record, I am going back next week. But I have seven days in between to drink bourbon and kill people with my bare hands. You better watch the fuck out, 'cause I'm limber now.