march recap

In this edition of my monthly recap, I'm bringing back a much-missed segment - where I link pictures on the net to help illustrate my feelings at the time these events occurred. YEAH MAN!

So I kicked off March by completing our wedding registries. This was much more painful than I could imagine. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy walking around all day long while scanning things on a little barcode reader as much as the next guy. I just enjoy a good sit every now and again. So, for the rest of the month I sat on the couch. (kidding)

Alissa threw a kick ass party. Ladies were makin' out with other ladies. Beer was flowing like songs from an overworked minstrel. Rollo found Jesus. (Literally, he found some little hispanic kid at a 7-11 named Jesus) And I got Rollo's car stuck in a snowbank. I do this once a year.

Then came fantasy drafts, the start of my fiscal year. The baseball drafts are always something to behold - mostly because they aren't ever well-organized. This year was a pleasant surprise because we knocked out two drafts in a single day (organized for once!). Eight of the ten managers met for our final draft of the day and talked so much trash that McBride forgot to draft a third baseman until the second-to-last round. How he still managed to get Hank Blalock on his roster is still a mystery to me. Reese showed the most enthusiasm by arming herself with ten-thousand draft cheat-sheets and gumption that I've never seen before. Beautiful.

The next weekend McBride threw a party in which Reese and I were crowned the king & queen of beer pong, but not so much flipcup. Can't win em all.

I then fell terminally ill... Nah I'm just playin', but I did get sick for the better part of two or three weeks. I missed a ton of time from work, but I'm better now.

The end of the month saw my much-hyped NCAA brackets fail miserably. I'm not so much worried about that since I've got other things to occupy my time.

Upcoming projects!
The Famous Internet Actor, Johns Grocket, has created a blog dedicated his acting skills and he's been using it to further his search for work.

Fantastic News!
Rollo's search for my camera's power supply didn't turn up anything. The box marked "Joyce" (which was actually in his barn, not in storage) turned up nothing, aside from the "Rollo's lost brother" (we gave him a good home). He has since ordered a replacement power supply, which should arrive any day now.

Tomorrow, my gift to you will be a new headliner image.

my kingdom for a power supply

Sweet merciful heavens, I have a kickass video camera and I can't use it because the power supply has gone missing. A battery isn't gonna charge itself on my good looks alone (although somebody should really invent this).

An investigation has led Rollo and I to believe that it has gone missing somewhere in Thompson #1, most likely at Rollo's house. While Rollo's executed a sustained, three-day search for the cord - all efforts have turned up ZILCH.

Our newest and hottest lead has placed the power cord in a nearby storage facility in a box marked "Joyce". Though our informant is inherently unreliable (...Joyce...), I'm fielding more reports that are consistent with this one. Our next course of action is to intercept Rollo's mom and serve her a search warrant. We will then proceed to the storage area and rifle through her junk. When we recover the misplaced cord, we'll begin emergency charge procedures for the camera battery.

Shortly thereafter, I'm sure we'll make a short film.

Rollo, since I know you're gonna be the first one to read this - READY THE VIBE. Tomorrow night, we move on this.

crippled bracket

This year Rollo put together one of the largest bracket pools I've ever seen. We've got over thirty-five (that's 35+!!!) people in this thing. So yesterday, I've got my whole day planned out: I'd work my ass off in the morning, take half my lunch break to goof off and then at 12:20pm - settle in for a long day of rooting for the likes of Temple, USC and BYU.

You probably can already tell what my issue be (be???). USC and BYU made a game of it, losing in the closing moments. That's just some tough luck. But Temple was my 5/12 upset. Temple, Temple, Temple... I should have really known better. They were never really in it from the start.

The night before the tournament started, I talked so much crap on Rollo's bracket, while hyping my own. I even owe him $5 now because of BYU! Our brackets are almost polar opposites, so yeah, he's doing MIGHTY fine right about now. Good for him, though. He definitely knows college basketball.

So my bracket's toast. I've incorrectly picked four winners, having USC in the sweet sixteen. Thanks Southern Cal!

continue-ment

Getting back to the St. Patrick's day thing, McBride threw a kickass party Saturday evening. Reese and I showed up at about 8:30 to an already very rowdy scene. Signore Popcorn was decked out in his holiday best and things were going well until I realized that the beer I had brought was sitting in Rollo's car all day. Jim came to the rescue with his horde of Genessee Cream Ale. As much as I loathe this brand of beer, it was seriously the best available there. Runners up in the beer selection included Labatt Blue and Red Dog (see my predicament?) Back in the day, we used to get free kegs of Genny Light and it was so bad that we rarely kicked them. The cream ale wasn't so bad though - just don't expect to use it during flip-cup.

Reese and I revisited my sophomore/junior year of college by running the beer pong table. We lost once, but that was good enough to be champions. The championship game was electric! I nailed cup after cup until it was time to close out the game. That's where Reese finished off the game by making the last shot and freeing Jim from the confines under the table. Why was Jim under the table? Probably because he'd come to enjoy it. He spent a lot of time under there that night, as it was a fit punishment for anybody who failed to make a cup during beer pong. Flip-cup wasn't so good to us. McBride, Rollo, Devinney, Monica, and Mike V. make up the team that is known as "Big Dicks". That leaves Reese, KTK, Jim and myself to work with one random (this time it happened to be Alex, who gave a valiant effort) in an attempt to gain ground on a team that has played together for a while now. Needless to say, wins aren't something we hang our hat on.

Those were the big events. Other notable happenings included the usual streaking (and I still can't figure out why this keeps happening) and Signore Popcorn getting punched and suffering a nice sized gash in his left side. We had to create a make-shift bandage out of masking tape, but he still partied harder than most of us. We all signed his bandage to show our support. Devinney also got punched. Come to think about it, he got punched by a lot of people. Serves him right for punching Signore Popcorn for no reason.

So as bleak as St. Patty's day started, it really ended on a rip-roarious high note. I didn't even get a hang over. Score one for Genessee Cream Ale and score one for Crock!