rubinville

Every time I see that commercial for Weightwatchers.com, the one where they play "A Song for the Lonely" by Cher, while all the women stare at themselves in the mirror, I feel that I know what it's like to be a fat woman. I know I'm opening myself up for a lot of jokes on this one, but there, I said it.

Lunch with Bob was very productive and the tuna/avocado roll was quite delicious. We discussed life, following the elusive dream, and how Jamba Juice is able to stay busy even during the winter. The Jamba Juice discussion was by far the most profound.

Oh yea, water was my beverage of choice.

I was watching a little "Seinfeld" last night, an older one where they show him doing stand up, and realized how dated that material has become in relatively short time. I wish I could get away with, "What's the deal with airplane food?"

Okay, here's another personal thing that I don't think I've ever told anyone before. I don't know exactly what the Quarterback Passer Rating really means. Take a deep breath if you need to, I know that's pretty big. Not quite as big as when I admitted not knowing what pitching from the stretch was a couple months ago, but it still is pretty big. Anyone want to shed some light on that one for me?

Watched a little more of the Alito hearing earlier today. It seems to me that Ted Kennedy is a parody of a parody of himself.

Alright, I'm gonna get going, I've got a basketball game tonight and I don't want to have weak fingers from typing so much. Without my finger roll, I'm just another sad white guy out there.