I've got nothing....

But I'm feeling bored today, so:

Friday afternoons really are the most boring time of the week. You're still at work, but absolutely nothing is going on. Theoretically it would be a gret time to try and do something creative, but your mind has already packed up and left the building for the weekend. So those three hours between lunch and when you can leave pass like three days because Youtube will only keep you entertained as long as you can think of things you want to watch on it.

So hopefully a little blogging will help whittle away some of the time between now and when I can go get some lasagna dinner and go see the new Pirates of the Carribean with the folks.
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My iPod shuffle really wants me to hear "I Can't Make You Love Me" by Bonnie Raitt. This is the third time in a week it's picked it. I keep skipping it because it's one of the most depressing songs ever, but fine. Why fight it. I'll sit here at my desk and weep.

Two things about this song:

1)Prince does a really good version of it on Emancipation, and
2)For the life of me I can't figure out how to play it and I have no idea why. I've tried, picked up my guitar, tried to figure out the chords and played along, and just can't do it. Which is annoying because it doesn't even sound that hard.
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I find it disturbing when I'm in the bathroom at work and the guy the next urinal over wants to talk. I don't want to hold a conversation with anyone I work with, or anyone really, while they have their penis in their hand. There is no time when that is not awkward.
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Conversational Homonyms

You ever walk by someone having a conversation and the small snippet you hear sounds like something totally different than what it ends up being? I was in the cafeteria today and heard, "....the new Highlander..." as I walked by.

Maybe it's just indicative of my predilections but I immediately got slightly excited and wondered if they were talking about a new Highlander movie or TV series. Then I realized:

1) They're probably talking about the car, and
2) I don't even like the movies or TV show that much to begin with.
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I'm already concerned way too much about fantasy football, and that's bad. It's still a month and a half before the season starts and I'm already worrying about who I would take if I got the #1 pick: Larry Johnson or Shaun Alexander, about what QBs are worth taking after Manning goes, about who some potential sleeper picks could be that hopefully no one else will know about. If I'm having these thoughts already, I'm going to be manic like Tony Montana with a big pile of blow on his desk by the first game of the season.
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Why did I just make a Scarface anaolgy? I don't even particularly like the film, and I'm not a rapper.
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And lastly, one from the "It don't get more rock and roll than this" files. Last week, Motherboar was playing over at the Linwood. The drummer from the band that went on before them, halfway through a song, threw up all over himself. He completed the song without stopping. After the song was over, he went to the corner of the stage and threw up some more. He then went outside, presumably for some air, returned a few minutes later and finished the set.

Unfortunately I missed the entire incident because the Dave Matthews Band was playing at Fenway, and the show got out just as I got into the area. I had to navigate the stalled out traffic caused by thousands of DMB fans and was late to the show.