Saturday, 10 August 2002: Saying that the Bears lost today is a bit of an understatement. They were slaughtered. The Broncos handed their asses to them on a platter, 27-3. Yes, I will admit that it is just the preseason. But it is disheartening to see this happen all the same. The defense was great. Urlacher and Holdeman were incredible and it looks as if McMillon may be giving Azumah a run for his money. We just gotta work on that offensive line because they were truly... well... offensive for lack of a better way to word it. I'm not too worried though, the Bears will work it all out by September 8.
Friday, 9 August 2002: I'm even more stoked than I was yesterday. My friend Brian called me up and asked me if I wanted to go down to Champaign tomorrow for the Bears preseason game against the Denver Broncos. Yeah baby. Time to have some fun watching the Bears do a little spanking. Bear in mind (no pun intended, I swear) that this will mark only the second professional football I've ever gone to in my life. I want to thank my wife Katie who is helping me out by taking care of the house and dog that I am supposed to be housesitting tomorrow night. I didn't think I would be able to go. But she, being the beautiful, sweet, caring, wonderful, loving woman that she is, said that I should go and that she would take care of my stuff for me. Rock on. I love you hon. Thanks.
Thursday, 8 August 2002: I am so completely stoked now. Yesterday, I received an e-mail invitation from my friend Jason to join his Fantasy Football League. Yes, it's finally that time of year again. I've been looking forward to this starting back up since January when it all ended (seemingly so abruptly). Last season, we had 12 people in our league (3 four-team divisions). I think we'd kinda like to expand the league this season and get some people that share our love of this wonderful pasttime. So, I asked Jason if I could invite some people and he said that I can shoot for 3 people... tops. I've got invites out to two people right now but I haven't heard back from them yet. Anybody out there interested in joining the league? Our only rules are that you like football, you're willing to make a committment to maintaining your team, and that you're good at trash talking. The reason for the "trash talking" caveat is because our league has a "news" feature where you can post stories about your league, upcoming or past games, and news about other teams and owners. We fully took advantage of this feature to talk shit about each other. It was so much fun. So, if you're serious, e-mail me and I'll consider hooking you up in our league.
Tuesday, 6 August 2002: You people are sick. I don't know for sure that it is the bunch of you who read this page. But this country has some pretty twisted puppies in it. I say this because the premiere episode of "The Anna Nicole Smith Show" is now the highest rated show in E! Entertainment Television history and is the highest rated debut episode for a reality series ever. Its ratings have even beaten the first couple episodes of "The Osbournes." Granted it took a few episodes of "The Osbournes" before it finally took off, but still... I don't understand what is so interesting about her. Simply put, she's an opportunistic, gold-digging tramp. She just has a need to be in the spotlight or (ideally) she'll shrivel up and die. Please, people, go watch something at least a little more worthwhile (and I can't believe I'm about to say this) like "Big Brother 3." Or let the excitement build for "Survivor 5" or "Temptation Island 2" or that new one with the married couples in trouble who go to an island to save their marriages. Let Smith's ego shrink a couple square miles. Please.
Monday, 5 August 2002: I've got three bits of news today, so, be prepared to do some reading...
First off, I gotta spread a little love for Robert Rodriguez. He is the director of such films as El Mariachi, Desperado, and the original From Dusk Till Dawn. A couple of years ago, he made a massive departure by writing and directing Spy Kids. I still haven't seen this movie, but I'm about to run out and rent it just so I can see the sequel (Spy Kids 2: The Island of Lost Dreams) that is coming out. No, I don't wanna see it for the sake of the movie itself, per se. I wanna see it because of an article I read about how Rodriguez made the movie. Anybody who has read anything about Rodriguez (you can start with his autobiography, "Rebel Without A Crew") knows that he likes to be very involved in his movies. In fact, his first flick, El Mariachi (which was the prequel to Desperado), found Rodriguez as pretty much the only crew member. He wrote, directed, filmed, edited, mixed, etc. and he did it all for a mere $7000. After the success of Spy Kids, Miramax execs wanted to up his budget for the sequel to $60 million from the original $36 mil. He said no. He said he would make the sequel for the same amount of money and make it better. For this film, he returned to his El Mariachi roots and upped his involvement from just the writer-director hyphenate to writer, director, director of photography, production designer, editor, visual effects supervisor, sound designer, rerecording mixer, and composer (can you imagine what his resume must look like?). He also saved money by pulling off all these duties from the garage in his home in Austin, Texas. How cool is that? You gotta give some props to Robert Rodriguez. He is obviously the last in a dying breed.
You also gotta love My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The flick has been out for 16 weeks now (longer than Star Wars Episode II and Spider-Man, both of which are dropping off the charts) and it is now having a resurgence. After dropping to number 13 a few weeks ago in the top 20, it jumped up to number 10 last week and up to number 8 this week. For an indie flick, this movie is just raking it in. And it deserves it. If you haven't seen it yet, get your butts out there and check it out. It's worth every penny.
Lastly, and this one is pretty disgusting. I hope only a select few (if any) of my work colleagues read this. This morning, when we all got in to work, my coworker Juliette went in to the bathroom and noticed that a Victoria's Secret catalog that is usually sitting on her desk was on the floor beside the toilet. After she told this to me and Stevie (another coworker), Stevie said that while she didn't think much about it before, she noticed that the lotion bottle on her desk was moved when she came in this morning. Ewwwwwwwww. We wanted to report this to security, however, since security is one of only two groups that has access to this building after hours, the odds are pretty good that it's one of them. We reported it anyway and got the brushoff that we expected to get. Other weird shit like that has been noticed around our building in the past. I'm sure this latest discovery will only heighten our awareness of what's going on. Ick.
Sunday, 4 August 2002: I finally saw A Beautiful Mind. Katie and I had rented it last Tuesday and finally got around to popping the disc in the DVD player tonight. Which, of course, means she fell asleep. You think I would've learned by now that if Katie actually wants to finish a movie, I can't let her watch it while laying down. She'll just fall asleep. I think the only way to get her through an entire movie is to fix up some sort of A Clockwork Orange setup where she's strapped down in an uncomfortable chair with little mechanical arms holding her eyelids open. Rather harsh, but it's been a long time since she's watched a flick all the way through while at home.
Anyway, the movie was incredible. Ron Howard definitely deserved the Oscar for this one and I honestly believe Russell Crowe did a more Oscar-worthy performance in this flick than his role in Gladiator. However, he was just up against a stellar performance from Denzel Washington for Training Day. I would just like to say one thing for the record... that John Nash that Crowe was portraying is one severely messed-up puppy. Yowza.
Katie and I also spent some time today with a couple of my old college buddies, Colleen and Mike (that "and" is not meant to imply that they are a couple; in fact, they are just two friends of mine and we all hung together because the three of us were all friends). I haven't seen them in years. It's been so long that Katie has never even met them before today. She's only heard the horror stories of when we all lived on the same floor. Ah, good old Grant North. You gotta love the old days.