I just blew your mind, didn't I?

I've been golfing with Greg Ostertag.
I've sold golf shoes to Scott Wolff more than once. In fact, at a time last fall, he knew me by my first name.
Back in '95, I was one of the last people to leave Sea World and I saw David Hasselhoff wearing a all purple suit and pushing a stroller.

But until today, I had never been star-struck. Today, I met Dave Allen. At around 4 p.m., I saw someone at the golf store who looked a lot like Jeff Rosso from Freaks and Geeks. Then, I looked closer and realized he looked exactly like Jeff Rosso. I went up and asked if he needed any help and the familar voice of McKinley High School's guidance couselor. I lost my breath for a second. For about twenty seconds, I debated talking to him about it. I couldn't resist it, and went up to him and out of my mouth came, "Are you an Actor?" He said he was. I said, "You were in Freaks and Geeks." His face brightened up and he held out his hand and said, "I'm Dave."


We talked about the show for about five minutes. I wish I could have said more profound things to him, but I was excited to meet him. I told him that me and a few kids had just spent the last week watching every episode, and he replied, "That's the only way to do it!" He also said that the roles were so well written that he didn't even need to bring something extra to the part of Jeff Rosso (though he did say that he had a teacher exactly like his Jeff Rosso).

He called being part of Freaks and Geeks the 'highlight of his career' and said, "What was great about that show is I was right in the middle of the freaks and geeks group, and I'm guessing you were too."

As he was leaving, he introduced me to his dad by saying, "This is Lee, my new fan."
You know how I do.

Will girls ever like us?

School is all but over at the University of Utah and most of the flyers promoting causes and artistic endeavors that pile upon each other on the walls and doors have been removed. Except, that is, for a few new ones that say "What's your issue?" and then in a red-orange box below those words different issues have been entered in white capital letters like WAR IN IRAQ, SEXUAL ASSAULT, LOCAL FOOD, and the like. Which are all good causes and all, but why should I care? These are causes that when they are fixed, they aren't necessarily fixed because another faction have issue with the fact that they fixed it. Do you see where I'm going with that? Good, then I can move on to what my issues are.

My issue is that I have to come back here to school to turn in my portfolio for the semester because I didn't get to the Department of Communication in time to turn it in this evening. This means that I will have to wake up a little bit earlier tomorrow morning, be a little bit more committed to making it out the door at the predetermined time (which will be earlier than the usual), drive all the way to school just to turn it in, and then go to work.

My issue is with myself. I had almost four hours to work on the portfolio, but I messed around on the computer for a few hours and the portfolio was a little more difficult than I figured it would be. I used to be good at eating my vegetables before my dessert, but now I have gotten in the habit of doing the opposite and it leaves me with no room for nutrition. Metaphor? Simile? Whatever.

My issue is with mistletoe. Why doesn't anyone use it? You know you want to. I would, but I am afraid of gaining the reputation - however true it may be - of being the pervert who tongues women who without asking. So, if I tongue you down this holiday season, just be greatful for my boldness.

My issue is with this month going by too fast. Come on, clock, you did a great job of slowing down during school, why can't you do the same for winter vacation? I just barely started listeing to Christmas music and haven't had time to make the Christmas mix I would like to give to some folks. Oh, and Christmas shopping hasn't even been considered.

My issue is with Freaks and Geeks. This is the best show I have ever seen. Maybe it's the honeymoon phase, but I really believe that it's true. If only it had lasted more than one season. On Monday night, I stayed and Suzanne, Lisa, and Kristin's until almost 3 a.m. watching five episodes. Last night, I only watched one episode, but we didn't start it until about 12:30 a.m.

This year more than ever.....

The paper is done. I stayed up way too late finishing it and it shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but it turned out pretty good. This has been the most stressed I have been about school in a long time - maybe in forever. It was strange to actually care about an assignment. I reckon that is how it is when one finally starts working on their (undeclared) major.

Because the paper had been occupying my thoughts, I haven't yet thrown myself into the Christmas season. As soon as I printed it out, I started to feel Christmas. I am excited to pull out my Christmas music and make a mix to give to a woman who gave me a Christmas mix last week. This is my first iPod Christmas, and I am excited to be able to load all my Christmas music on my iPod and not have to carry eight CDs in my car all month.

Before all that happens, though, I am going to go home and take a nap.

Do you want some Christmas music? Nathaniel Tyrant and Gentle Rob will supply your needs.

Remember the zombie survival tips? Here's an example.

Right about now, the funk soul brother

The cool thing about majoring in journalism (even if it is undeclaredly so), is that the papers you write don't have to be long. The bad thing is that you have to write papers more often and odds are they require more meticulous research than most undergraduate student's papers do, on account of plagerism and libel and crap. Well, maybe it is more because one day the student might be writing something that will actually be read by the public and it won't look too great if they are using freshmen psychology students as their sources because the psychology student posted a paper he wrote on the Internet.

Another thing that makes being a journalism student trying is that you are asked to write papers and your sources aren't folks you found on the Internet, they are real people and you have to interview them. I have decided to do my final paper of the semester on hip-hop. I am currently having a hard time putting into words what about hip-hop I am writing on. I reckon it would be best put by saying it is about the general opinions society has on hip-hop. You know, that it promotes violence and objectifies women. Both of which, by the way, it does. But so do most types of music. And not all hip-hop does. To put it more simply, my paper is about showing this.

Though hip-hop has been clouding my mind over the past week as I am more stressed about school than I ever have been (paper due on Thursday morning - no interviews so far [but two people have agreed to do be interviewed]), the song I can't stop thinking about is this one from this. I think it is my favorite song of the moment. I love how it cuts into the song as soon as you push play and never loses your attention. Hooner deserves so much for posting this song.

Also, if you want some Christmas music, visit Rob's (and on the rarest occasion, Nathaniel's) blog. It got the attention of bestweekever.tv yesterday. See?

The phrase, "bumping uglies" is really funny.