Even though my weekends can’t normally be described as the utmost pinnacle of excitement, I think I may have lowered the bar to a new level this weekend:

• Saturday night: was a frantic-last-minute babysitter for a friend.
• Sunday night: went to bed at 8:30.

(The following paragraph is more or less unrelated to the preceding commentary.)

When taken all together, the events that have happened to me and those that I know during the past few months has led me to believe that we are now living in Bizarro World.

Since one the most frequent comments I make to friends is that they should blog (more), I’ll do my part to add marginally useful content to the Internet.

Being a regular at Doc’s has its advantages: for example, they now carry beers from Rogue and Ommegang. It’s a good thing.

Thanks to everyone who voted for me in the Six in the City dating pool!  You rock!

Finally, my roommate has succeeded in getting me to enjoy a “traditional” sci-fi series: Firefly.  I don’t know what that means, precisely, but I think we can all hold off about predictions of the apocalypse for the time being.

Happiness is…

• listening to Gaelic Storm during my evening jog.

Sadness is…

• hobbling around work this morning due to the blister on the side of my left foot.

This Sunday, I (along with 23 other people) will be featured in the Lincoln Journal Star in the “Six in the City” series.

Thank you, Zizou. Due to your stellar performance in today’s World Cup final, you have achieved what was once thought impossible: capturing the attention of the American public.
Sincerely,

Casual sports fans in the United States

A couple weeks ago, I decided that I should start exercising again.  Unlike all my previous exercise regimens, this one is geared towards building up aerobic endurance.  My natural skeletal muscle composition favors fast-twich fibers; therefore, running 2-3 days a week and biking and additional 2-3 days has been interesting, to say the least.