Ranking: I.S.

Most of you have heard this story by now, but for those of you not in the know....In one of my first Halo 2 games online, I was playing one on one versus an opponent whose age I put at 9-11 years old. After he soundly beat me, he remarked that my rating shouldn't be the "1" that Xbox had assigned to me but rather, "Your rating should be I.S., for I suck." Nothing quit as humbling as being handed your ass by a preteen and then having him talk smack about it. For the record, I'm now a solid 7 in Team Skirmish. The road to Loserville is paved with Halo 2.

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I Need to Stop Recommending Movies to My Friends

My friend Eugene recently sent me this e-mail:

I saw Sideways yesterday. Enjoyed it very much, especially when he started screaming that he wasn't going to drink any fucking Merlot. I have to admit, when he heard about his ex-wife's marriage and grabbed the bottle from the car and started chugging as he ran down the hill running from his friend, I thought -- who is this guy, the Wolf?

You Can't Be On Friendster, You Don't Have Any Friends

Erica mentioned this to me tonight, as she glanced over my shoulder and saw an e-mail from Friendster. And if one person other than my brothers is reading this, well then it's not true. What she actually meant was nobody had invited me to be their friend on this website. This, however, is true. After hearing about this website this weekend, I joined in order to search the membership to see if any of my friends was a member. Again, my journey to Loserville seems to be a solo trip as after numerous searches I couldn't confirm that any my friends were members of this site. Friendster seems very similar to site that I was once a member of many years ago call Six Degrees of Separation or something similar based on theory or perhaps the play/movie that everyone is on earth is no more than six degrees of separation from everyone else on earth. After my experience with the Six Degrees website, I should have known that nobody I knew would be on Friendster. I think all of this says much more about you than me.

Local Man Starts Blog, Friends Bid Him Adieu On His Way To Loserville

Well for some reason unbeknownst to me, I've gone and done it. I've started a Blog. I lay the blame for this squarely at the feet of my old comrade from my Japan Days, Josh Magnuson. When I was recently between jobs and killing some time, I stumbled across his blog, JoshMag. While I'm sure this blog will be everything his is not (i.e., pure crap as opposed to quality), I must acknowledge Josh as my muse, and if you ever wonder after reading this what this blog thing is really supposed to be, read his. True to my parnoid roots, I haven't used my full name. The last thing I need is to get fired, or more likely, completely embarrassed, for some rant, or more likely, a retelling of a booze inspired misadventure. With that, welcome to W-blog.