A Good Fellas moment between my brother and I (after I had typed or done something quickly on the computer):

Him: (laughs)
Me: What?
Him: You're funny.
Me: I'm funny?
Him: Yeah.
Me: What do you mean funny? Like funny how?
Him: I don't know, just funny.
Me: I mean, funny like a clown? Do I amuse you? Funny how?
Him: Just funny.
Me: (sigh)

I know I usually chat in my blog like some circus monkey on a leash, jumping around and acting like a idiot, but today I'm actually going to be serious. For the past week as I've gone to cat-sit for a friend I've walked past two homeless men who sit right by a McDonalds in my neighborhood. I usually say hi, Merry Christmas, that sort of thing. Today only one man was sitting out, and I stopped and gave him a dollar, and we began talking. Over the course of our talk he asked if I remembered the guy who sat with him, and told him I did. "That was my brother," he said. "He died yesterday." I was shocked for a moment, and then told him I was sorry to hear that, and it must be hard on him. He nodded, and said, "Well, I'm sure it's all part of God's plan. I'm sure he needs him. Although I need him too." We talked for a few more minutes, and he told me how he had argued with the 911 people about the address: "I told them it was the corner of Western and Gunderson, and they said that those two didn't intersect, and I told them, 'Well I'm at Western and Gunderson right now honey!' " Then, being right outside the McDonalds, I asked if he wanted something to eat, and he kindly turned me down saying, "I can't stand McDonalds. I'm heading over to the Burger King down the street." I smiled at this, wondering to myself if he'd ever heard the expression beggars can't be choosers. I gave him another dollar for his Burger King dinner, told him goodbye, and wished him a nice day. "Eh, I'm not gonna have one," he said, "but I'll try."

Ha ha! Blogs are superb fodder for contemporary social satire, and Gary Trudeau knows it! Read this to find out what I mean.

I'd now like to address the question on everybody's mind (or at least the question on the minds of those of you who've had lobotomys): What do two young, crazy guys who live in the city do in their downtime? Well...I can't speak for all the young crazy guys who live in the city, but my brother and I paint each others toenails! (Film at 11! Pictures below!) I think the photos of my brother speak for themselves.


Please...send help.

So last night I'm talking to my friend Brett online and he says, "Josh! I was on TV!" Up until that point I hadn't really been paying attention, only pretending to talk to him, but this piqued my interest. "Oh really?" I asked. Brett then went on to inform me that he had been to a taping of the MSNBC show Hardball with Chris Matthews while the show was touring colleges. Did Chris talk to Brett, I wondered? Did Brett ask the guest a question? Did Brett somehow jump from the seats onto the stage and hold Chris hostage? How was he on TV?! Brett informed me the camera cut to him (and his girlfriend Corri) for 3 seconds while they were sitting in the audience. Well then...this was something I couldn't miss! And for all of you out there who weren't fortunate enough to not miss it, just look below, and enjoy.

Sadder than sad, last Tuesday when the Bulls took the court for a game not only were they greeted by a season-low crowd of 16,823 (21,500 can fit in the United Center) but they were actually, according to the Chicago Tribune, "lustily booed off their home court." At least they have some smart things to say about their bad luck streak:

"This is rock bottom." -Tyson Chandler
"I feel worse than last year." -Eddie Robinson
"I'm at a loss for words." -Jay Williams (a rookie who has lost as many games as he did in three seasons and 108 games at Duke)

Currently, the Bulls, who have lost 13 games this season, and won 4. If I still had the ability to shed tears, I would weep for our crappy team.