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Wonka Vision

Is it wrong that every time I look at this picture (stolen, by the way, from Seattlest):

I laugh?

Probably, but come on now, Auto Shop did not do himself any PR favors in his last game of his college career.  Hopefully, those who have the opportunity to play in this year's tournament will conduct themselves with more class.  Not that it would be hard to beat this guy.

And speaking of, as everyone - even silly non-college basketball watchers - knows, The Tournament starts this week. I am tres excited.

In other news, the ambitious rip all cds in the house except that awful cd I got on the street outside of the Mountain Goats concert onto my very impressive and totally awesome 400 gig harddrive (RACITHETACIGOTSOOTMGCOMVIATAFGHD for short) is coming to a close.  That's right, I only have one cd wallet with about 10 more cds in it to go.  Yay!  Soon I will have all of my cds available for browsing on the TV for playing or shuffling without having to go through the terrible inconvenience of getting up off my ass and looking at cds, picking one out, opening the case and blah blah blah.  God, I'm so lazy.  Or NOT, since I have practically worn out my cd drive, ripping cds. Also? I have produced a diagram so you can see our new set up in the apartment.  Even though the apartment is almost smaller than my office.  Behold! My MS Paint skillz that you have missed witnessing so much:

That dashed line there is supposed to represent the wirelessness of the computer to Xbox setup, if you couldn't tell.  So when we've got this going you can see a million tiny pieces of chocolatemusic floating through the air from the computer room to the living room. It's a TV Dinner! Ahem. I mean, it's super cool. 

And that, my friends, is what is going down around here (aka Geek City).

Things that make you go...eeeeeeeeee!

Last week I ordered some pants from the J.Crew website for Beard Boy.  The box was delivered yesterday while he was home enjoying his 90-day MS vacation.  I had told him in the morning that the box was expected and that he could go ahead and open it before I got home since it was  for him. Yes, I am aware that this is in and of itself nothing spectacular. But in discussing today's  Amazon delivery - exercise dvds, if you must know - I just realized something that took me at least 10 minutes to get my head around.  I mean, I sat here staring into space trying to picture his reaction to the mailman knocking on the door and handing him the package.  Did he grin?  Did he think, oh yes, these are the pants I've always dreamed of?  Did he just matter of factly try them on and then go back to playing his game?  I knew he would like the pants, but that is beside the point. I still can't imagine what he did and it's mainly because the one thing that is certain is that he would never have reacted the way I do when I get things in the mail.  And that, my friend, is the profound discovery of which I speak.  That is to say that other people (read: people older than, say 14, who are not me or my friend Emily) probably do not make squealing noises and jump up and down when they receive packages.