I was at a Young Professional meeting the other day, and the conversation turned to cell phones. Or, more accurately, cell phone phone books. The "order" that people's cells numbers are in. One person had their significant other number 37, something that evidently wasn't necessarily positive. It was humerous to us, except...

I have a secret. My parents and siblings are 1-4. After that, it gets random, much in the order that I entered them in on or loosely grouped. "Law school people" "College people" "Old people" "Some relatives." EXCEPT I leave #7 blank. That way, I can put crush of the moment as #7. Which is my favorite number. So when they fall out of the #7 hole, well, that's when it's done. They just become #82 or something random like that.


Well, I'm already paying $2.33 for gas now, what's another 2 cents??

Hot Brother is dead. I'm in mourning. Black black me. (Well, my socks are black and blue.) He died on Smallville, he died on Lost. Every time I get an opportunity to see him, they kill him. I had been trying to prepare for it, but I was still deeply affected. And now Lost isn't on for weeks. Until May. What the fuck is up with that??

The Indians bullpen starts right up where it left last season. By that, I mean blowing saves. On the plus side, our starters (the #2 and #3 starters) appeared strong against an offensive team.

I can support extending Dayling Savings time. I'm so much happier when it's light later rather than earlier, when I'm not up. Of course, not everyone recognizes DST, so does that assume that it will? And isn't that kinda like spitting against the wind anyway? I guess I don't see the "solve the energy crisis by moving Daylight Saving time" thing gonna work. That's a pretty feeble attempt.