Cold Satriani.

So, Coldplay won some Grammy's the other night. That's all well and good, they are the kind of band that would win some Grammy's. I am a little disappointed in the "association" though. One of the awards was for Best Album. The track that won was "Viva la Vida". You know that song that they ripped off Joe Satriani? Have a look/listen:

Interesting, huh. Satriani and his layers were going to serve the final papers at the Grammy's, but decided to wait 'till after...I would have gone for it right then and there. Giving a Grammy for plagerism sets a pretty bad president...

Something fun though was this little blurb about the Coldplay performance at the Grammy's written in The Edmonton Journal from this morning: "Coldplay's Chris Martin sits behind a piano and sings Lost. There's no sign of Joe Satriani, but here comes rapper Jay-Z.Martin seems to be flubbing quite a few of his notes. His voice also sounds a little shaky as he launches into Viva La Vida with the rest of his bandmates. Could he be nervous? After all, this is the song which allegedly lifts a riff from Satriani's If I Could Fly."

There's nothing groundbreaking there, but it made me giggle.

jason.

So, while I probably won't go see the new movie the day that it comes out (a "blockbuster" horror flick on V-Day is sure to be full of loud, horny teenagers) I am still extremely excited for a nice, mindless slasher film. You know, like they used to make in the 80's where the story never changed, the virgins never died (neither did the killer for that matter) and the words "I'll be right back" should never be uttered or the character faced certain death.

I am however hearkening for those simpler times and, in turn satisfying that, by reliving all of the Friday movies again...all week. I watched four today and will probably keep the pace up all week. I brought in my little portable DVD player and everything so that it didn't "interrupt" my actual work. Crafty.

OG Premium.

Nabisco's Original Premium Saltine Crackers just might be the most awesome cracker product ever. They are definitely at the top of the saltine world. In saying that I would advise anyone who buys any other type of saltine wonder, such as the also popular selection:

CHANGE YOUR WAYS!!!
There is no need to skimp when it comes to saltine crackers!

Bowl of Rage.

So, when was the last time you listened to some Rage Against the Machine??? I honestly couldn't tell you myself, but something came over me yesterday and I busted it out. These instantly make me remember the cool things about being a young teenager. Granted, I am certainly glad that I'm not a teenager anymore for a myriad of reasons, but the good times can be remembered through a little Rage.

Beyond that, the Super bowl was awesome again...Does anyone remember how one sided the games always were when we were kids? Every year the Super Bowl was a blowout which made the games not all that "super" unless you were a fan of the team doing the blowing out (which, as a Jets fan, I never was). But, with that the commercials were always worth it.

The trend now seems to be that the games are fantastic, but the commercials seem to lack a little. While the advertising certainly didn't match up to last nights game, there were a few bright spots. I will present my two favorites:

Pepsi Max: "I'm Good"
Doritos: "Crystal Ball"

Again, it was a good game. The 4th quarter was especially good. And while I have no problem with the Steelers winning, I was most definitely pulling for the Cards, because as a Jets fan I can sympathize with them. Being a fan of a perennial loser in sports is a hard thing to deal with. I was hoping they might get a little pick me up. A little break from the constant losing...Now they just have to go on like I do, "There is always next year".

alright, alright...

Ok, so I said I was going to be here always, and then a bunch of stuff started happening at work (resulting in a different (cooler) position), and then there was the totaling of the Jeep (may he rest in peace), and then I just felt so far behind that I couldn't come back. Of course I also realize that about 2 people read this and they know what goes on so it doesn't really matter...plus, I think Wendi likes to read what I write because I am always right and she loves my sence of humor. So, I guess with that I can safely say, for the 57th time, that I am back...for good. Enjoy...enjoythemouse.


Don't ask about the picture...I just felt like there needed to be one there.

Death Magnetic.

Ok, I realize that no one who reads this will care (because those who would care don't know that it exists), but I just "acquired" the new Metallica album, and I have to say it is pretty damn fantastic. To be honest I thought it would suck even worse than St. Anger, which, given that disgustingly horrible album name should tell you how bad that one was; even if you never heard it. I would suggest giving "Invisable Kid" a listen for a good laugh...g-dspeed.



See...that was bad...like, REAL bad. The new album, however...not so much. It's WAY awesome.

Sally and my feet.

I have very soft feet and hate to wear shoes. I'm not entirely sure why I started this that way, but it's too late now...I don't want to start over.

Anyway, they are fabulously soft...except for my heels, which are worse than sandpaper and occasionally become cavernous and painful. In an attempt to cure this foot ailment I counseled my wonderful wife on what I should do. I had already tried using a foot shaving thing-a-ma-bobber, but that just made me have to vacuum the floor. Wendi then informed me that I should try a cream..."sounds good to me, let's go get one".

So, I got one and it seems to help. Along with that, I am very secure in my manhood, but I never thought I would be pimpin' some Sally Hansen. I feel so pretty now.