I married George Castanza.

Some random thoughts.

• This weekend it was 80 degrees in Wichita—good thing global warming doesn't exist, otherwise I would have been raking leaves in my Speedo.

• The all-Christmas-music-all-the-time radio station was playing Alvin and the Chipmunks on Sunday. I'm thinking if you're already delving into your catalog of singing chipmunks you probably shouldn't have started playing Christmas music on November 17th.

• During this morning's run I passed two groups of runners/walkers who did not return my "how ya doin?'" wave. Seriously? If I'm gonna get my ass out of bed before six to go running, I better see some jazz hands people.

• Speaking of running, one of my favorite new running songs is "Bouncin' Back (Bumpin' Me Against the Wall)" by Mystical—mainly because he gives a shout out to Theo Huxtable and the "Jammin' On The One" episode of the Cosby show.

• The latest 40th anniversary edition of Rolling Stone featured a collection of interviews with people ranging from
economists and physicists to actors and musicians on their outlook on the current state of the world and its future. Reactions were grim across the board. One of the most interesting quotes related to the public's general apathy toward the actions of the Bush Administration saying "if we had a draft, there would be 200,000 people protesting in the streets every day." Sad, but probably true.

• Speaking of the end of the world, why is it I can't turn on the TV without seeing either "I Love New York 2" or "Shot of Love?" If I really wanted to see these people, I'd head down to the free clinic.

• One last comment from atop my soapbox. Carrie and I were watching a show the other night called "Small Ideas for a Big Planet" and one thing really struck me—the idea that how we live is completely counter to nature. Think about it, we manufacture things that can't be found in the natural world and when we're done with them, we dig a hole and bury them in the ground. What exactly is the thinking behind that?

• Tomorrow is Carrie and my fourth anniversary, what does it say about our mature, adult relationship that the only way we want to celebrate is by going out and getting a wii?

Craig