  -Another fun week that's started out with the Super Bowl, naps and work. Anyway, I went to a get-together on Sunday to watch the big game at my buddy Joe's house. Everyone was nice there (mostly family atmosphere but I guess better than a sausage fest) and I ate enough food for me to crap out for the next five days. Huzzah. I'm pretty much sick of talking about that whole Janet hooter exposure since I've talked about it for hours straight the next day. I'm kind of disappointed because it just didn't look sexy with it all bunched up and stuff. And the big surprise was Justin Timberlake? What a letdown, I say. Anyway, they fucked up and heads are pretty much going to roll for a good reason.
And since I'm on the subject of work, I met Frank from "Trading Spaces" today. Nice guy and I got an autograph. -CD of the month: urlLink Danger Mouse urlLink "The Grey Album" I found this at Luna Music (my favorite record store EVER) and it's a "buy before legal action happens" kind of album. Basically what this guy did was take just the vocals from Jay-Z's "The Black Album" and mixed them with beats from the Beatles "The White Album" to make spectacular results. It kind of falls apart in the middle with a couple of tracks ("Change Clothes" is a good example) but its so not a novelty album and you need to check it out. Hell, I love it and I don't own "Black Album" or "White Album. " -Last night, I went to see the Pacers beat the living crap out of the LA Lakers (sans Shaq, Kobe and Karl Malone) and my dad of all people was trying to set me up with the most high maintenance of women.
First, it was with this gorgeous gal that works with the Pacers and I purposely blew it by dropping the whole "I live with my parents" line. Oh well, didn't really care. Then I spent the majority of the game talking to this other girl my dad knows who just couldn't shut up. I mean, she was nice but I know she wasn't attractive to me so don't waste my time and don't be nice to me just because you know my dad. She was one of those girls that are high maintenance. In fact, she straight up told that she was and that she felt she demanded "nice things. " Heh. Also, she's 27, no degree, works as a bartender in Broad Ripple, wants to be an actress and has dated an Indiana Pacer player.
Once I found that last part out, I completely give up. Seriously, how could I woo her? I work at an AM talk radio station, still live with my folks and I review movies for fuck's sake. Not exactly something that makes the girlies go nuts. Oh well, there's always good ol' porn. 
