new year new you

Check any exercise based magazine this month, and somewhere on the cover it will say "New Year, New You". Probably Cosmo, too.

Fulham tied Chelsea Saturday. My Tivo was messed up and I missed it.

My tivo is now fixed, so I'll be able to watch it anyway....

Fulham also put in a bid for Clint Dempsey, as was rumored... for some reason I thought that this wasn't really going to happen. Anyway, next up for Fulham... Tony Meola. Just kidding.

Let's see... We drove back to Illinois Saturday afternoon, had dinner with Jim/Julie/Caroline, Jim and I went to Dandy Inn, then met Dave at Off Broadway in Trenton, Illinois. And we drank.

Sunday passed without even, until the evening when Gina and I drove over to St. Louis for a party, catching the early 9 PM fireworks while driving past the park. Met up with Jon and family for a very nice and entertaining night. It's always good to see Jon, and his family are all really great people, nice and interesting, and also robots.

I also met Jon's Miyuki, who was every bit as lovely and nice as she appears in pictures. Good job, Jon.

And yesterday I ate pizza. On the way back from Illinois, my song by song trip though my Ipod, which I started like 6 months ago, finally ended with some Nas song. I highly recommend the song order playlist for anyone tired of all the music on their Ipod. Anyway...

Here I am again. New Year, old me.

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Just got back last evening from a weekend family funeral... after listening to various stories and memories, I was able to tie them all together and organise them into what I thought was a respectful, reverant, and even humorous eulogy. I was quite happy to be able to put together something he was deserving of. So there. My uncle read it, which made it even easier to put together.

I had just read a story in Esquire about how to write a respectful and accurate eulogy, actually, so I tried to keep that in mind.

Fulham lost Saturday.

My backup bike is at the shop getting converted to fixed gear. The damage: ~$180. Ouch.

Why is it that I find myself spending the whole week waiting for Saturday soccer games and food and beer at Brugge? I need a friend to come out and join me. Saturday afternoon drunkish is really great.

I'll be going to Vegas again in March 10-20ish, on a bachelor party of monster proportions... gotta start saving money now. And I'm already starting to plot out next years' vacations. Whatever gets you through, right?

Dear Readers, where are you going on vacation next?