College football season is almost here. We all know what that means. My life disappears on Saturdays and the Hurricanes become my passion once more. Perhaps this year, my hopes for a fifth Nat'l championship will become a realization. But the "professionals" ignore the brilliance of Miami. I need a life.

A New Story

What goes together better than Coke and football? Aside from the obvious: A large meteor and Florida State. I can't think of anything. (I do not actually wish a meteor would fall upon Florida State, just its football team.) I was doing my hourly check on ESPN.com (serious) for new news in all things sports. I came across a rather humorous advertisement. The point of it was simple; the point was clever, thus resulting in a good advertisement. The advertisement: "Coke, it’s like stealing your best friend's first round pick: Cold but good." It's obviously talking about fantasy football.

To change topics, I changed my template a little. I made it a 'lil darker and less obvious where my allegiances lie in college football . . . Or any college sports. I think it makes me look a tad more sophisticated with my obsession. I have moved on from a juvenile obsession to a healthy love . . . . perhaps not. The little "U"s are still there hinting to what team I am loyal to.

Quick change, Here's a link to a fun game. I like making sand go BOOM!

The Gospel of Kranny

Well this is not the biblical kind of gospel . . . Rather, more of a root-definition of the word. I WILL finish my degree this year. I am boldly determined. In fact, I am set to take very difficult courses this semester: Choir (because I can't be a band geek.), bowling (because I've always wanted to join the sport of Homer & Fred. Two true athletes.) And the class I've dreaded . . . Advanced Comp. I have to take it eventually; it may have as well be when I am in easy courses.

So, did anyone catch the 1 AM Leno? I discovered my first name is not Richard, Rich, Dick, Rick or any other abbreviated name. It is instead "President". That was a 4th grade question asked to a college graduate . . . I may not be the most popular president but I thought I was one of the most infamous. I've gone from "Richard" to "Ummmmm . . . . . .President?" When did America start the dumbing down process? Oh right! Here.

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I apologize to you all for not posting in a week or so. I've been deep in thought about what to post about. I took a week off work just to think of what to write about. Okay, food poisoning caused me to take the week off . . . But, I was thinking of you all.

In reality, I have no news. But I need to extract a post out of my mind. Let me begin the search. I'll check back in a few days. I can't assure you all it'll be good but it'll be a post with depth to it. See ya in a few days.

Out with the old and in with the . . . .

New! Yesterday on my way to Virginia, I was thinking. Yes, it was difficult to see the road through all the smoke in the car. What was I thinking about? The current Israeli-Hezbollah situation, How the Republicans can win the state of Minnesota over and re-capture the presidency in 2008, What color I should dye my hair and if my mustache and goatee need to be dyed? While all are good things to think about, the topic I was deep in thought about was CDs. Not about the explicit lyric stuff or anything; rather, how I've really wanted a certain CD and in two weeks, I kick it to the curb for a new one. I own appx. 200 CDs, 60% of which are burned. The sad thing about that fact is that 75% of the songs on those burned CDs are the same songs. But I digress. At one point in time I longed for the new LA Symphony for months, when it came out I listened to it for 2 weeks then I moved on to the new TFK (I still occasionally listen to that one). But a week or so later I moved onto MxPx, Project 86, David Crowder, and Pillar. I still haven't listened to all of those CDs. Which brings me to my contention: I am ADHD in a musical sense. I cannot listen to a CD for 2 weeks without wanting more new stuff. I get bored with my music easily. My prayer is that I grow out of this, however, with the ever-changing sound of music and my insatiable "lust" for good tunes; it looks bleak. K-Man out!