In which this blog is not unlike the Sooners: A post in three or some number of parts.

Act I: The season started out so promising. We had a little bit of trouble with a little bit of Colorado. But then, good news! Everyone started sucking balls! Now, including us. WTF, man. Sam! Halzle! Jesus Christ on a stick. Or whatever. I can't even talk about it. Really, I can't. Except, WTF are we paying you for, Stoops? To lose to effing Texas Tech? I don't think so. Kansas, ok, maybe because, ostensibly, they are as good as we are. Tech?!?@$*(@ You might have led us to a championship, but you've also presided over some of our worst losses. Nut up, dude. De-red shirt someone. Ask someone from the crowd to be the quarterback - like the guy who throws it through the target to win $1000 from Jason White's dealership. I can't wait to lose to OSU this week. If you don't hear from me by Wednesday of next week... A malaise fell over Norman Saturday night that not even $2.50 Shiners could and L's dad's Grateful Dead (The Jamminators!) cover band could cure. Oh, how the mighty will fall. Like this blog. One minute I'm nominted for an Oklahoma Blogger award™, the next, Sitemeter reveals that only five people read. And by people I mean Google searches for "Zach Braff's tight pants."

Part II: I can't believe I forgot to mention this! Last weekend, I left my neighborhood at about 7 to grab coffee at Starfucks before Shain and I headed of to judge a high school debate tourney (suck it). I should mention, it was exceptionally foggy this morning. Like, can't see anything. I approach the intersection where I need to make a right. I have a green light. As I'm gently nudging the gas, suddenly, this bike flies across through the intersection causing me to slam on my brakes (I wasn't going that fast, but still) and I come eye to eye with - guess! Wait for it, the exbf's mom! I almost ran her over! Ha! I mean, oops.

C) I have a habit of singing in the bathroom at work because, well, the acoustics are fucking fantastic in there. The lighting makes me look like old school Courtney Love, but the tiles make me sound like Kelly Clarkson. I wasn't really aware that my voice carried beyond the bathroom till I walked out and was greeted by a coworker who suggested, humorously, I choose to believe, that I save it for karaoke night. I'll show you karaoke.

4: Zack Harrison Memorial Music Monday! - This is my latest commute mix.

Oh My God - Mark Ronson and Lily Allen: Oh my God I can't believe I like this song.
A Baby For Pree - Neutral Milk Hotel: What does it even mean?
The Anglo-Saxons - The Mountain Goats: Remember that cartoon show about history? I can't remember the name, but it was pretty much awesome.
I'd Love You - Sonya Kitchell: I would.
Superstar - Lupe Fiasco: I am.
Scattered Leaves - The Be Good Tanyas: This chick sounds like Shakira. But I like it anyway.
Mornington Crescent - Belle & Sebastian: This one's for you, Shain. Thanks for abandoning me. No, really.
The Temptation of Adam - Josh Ritter: Seriously! Why am I just getting into this guy now?
Blue Eleanor - Old Canes: I dunno. Just like it.
Needles in My Eyes - Beta Band: Puts me in a happy trance.
Oh Lately It's So Quiet - Ok Go: These guys are more than just a treadmill dance troupe.
Arcade Precinct - 1990s: What? Yeah, it's kind of awful.
Mansard Root - Vampire Weekend: Surprise! I'm in love with this! And they're coming to Norman!
Hold On - KT Tunstall: Yes. This has been or will be used in a comical montage featuring McDreamy, George, Izzie, and/or Addison. Blow me.

Section 5.1.3: The WGA and corporate TV America have got us by the balls. And we are letting them. Did you know that The Office is probably over for the season? The last new episode aired last week. Scrubs might not finish the series (Will JD and Elliot end up together? Will we ever meet Kelso's Edith? I just have to know!). And so on and so on with shows from Comedy Central to the CW. And we are letting them. So, I propose a strike against TV in general. Fuck them! We can read! Knit! Ride bikes! Smoke weed and look at fish tanks! Poetry readings! Concerts! Shows! Blogs! TV? We don't need no stinkin' TV. I'm totally serious. Until The Real Housewives of Orange Cunty are on. I love that show.

Act VI: Happy Birthday Mom! You said you don't read, but I know you do. I'm glad you were born so you could bear me.

For Normaneyes Only: A Shameless Plug.

One of the reasons Lacey is so awesome is due to her insane, yet endearing family (her words, not mine - ok, my words). Lacey's mom is my second mom (yet somehow, my mom is not her second mom and might not even be my first mom, but I digress) and her dad is pretty much around as much as my dad, which is not a lot, so he's just like my dad. Her little bro and my little bro cut their teeth on N64, Power Rangers and grass fires together. She has some brothers in between too, but... Ok, middle bro is awesome. Anyhoo, L's dad is tearing it up tonight with his band the Jamminators at Brothers (593 Buchanan) starting at 9. Seriously, what's more dope than your dad rocking a drum kit with his friends and making some decent music too? I would argue not much. So, as it was written by L's mom on my copy of the flier, "be there or be ."

Here they are, rockin' the stage at O'Connell's on St. Paddy's Day. They have a sign, so they are legit. Sweetness.

So, come on out, folks! What else were you going to do tonight? Also, I'll buy you a shiner, on you.

Did I mention I'm single?

If you are an avid reader of this blog, which I suspect you are (not), then you know that I am totally sweet and awesome. Every now and then, or maybe just once a year. In the meantime, it can be tough going. As I've stated before, I am happy to be single, most of the time, and truly, this is best for everyone. However, every few weeks I just get this intense pang of relationship jealousy. I scowl at happy couples blithely shopping at Super Target. I hope they are there to ashamedly purchase pregnancy tests or anal itch cream. I hope that some lady's GIANT engagement ring is cubic zirconia or fake gold and turns her finger green, then she breaks up with the douche because he's cheap, then she and I become BFF's in our shared misery. I start to identify with characters in Sex and the City reruns. Disastrous. I am in one of those unfortunate moods. I have to remind myself, that while being part of a couple has, um, a lot of benefits (namely boo-tay), being single is the shit!

1. I can sleep diagonally!
2. I actually do my laundry instead of just buying new clothes!
3. I don't have to sit through shitty action movies!
4. I only have to deal with one set of insane parents!
5. I read books! (sort of)
6. I can listen to my music at ungodly volumes without shame!
7. I can eat like a maniac!

But, of course, there are drawbacks. I think, lately, I've been especially missing the element of having a co-conspirator. It's hard to make, then carryout often terrible, impulsive decisions alone. I like to do things like drive through the country going from one yard sale to the next till I'm in another state with a trunk full of absolutely worthless crap that I will come to love. I like to drive two states away for dinner, get too tired to drive back, check into a hotel at 4.30am, then try to make it back in time for work. I like to try recipes that are far too difficult for the home chef that require (frequently multiple) trips to specialty stores and sometimes live deliveries via the internet. Good times.

The other day, because I am currently musically obsessed with Brendan Benson, I found this spectacular song. Somehow, Brendan knew, back in 2003, what I would be feeling in Spring 2007 and wrote this song from the current contents of my head. The man is a genius. Take a listen.

What I'm Looking For - Brendan Benson

In honor of my shitty mood, I present you with the following playlist in case you're getting some.

Let's Make Out, Indie Style:

Helpless - Needle
Game for Fools - Jamie Lidell
Hold You In My Arms - Ray Lamontagne
Together - Raconteurs
Tulips - Fancy Trash
Intuition - Feist
Post War - M. Ward
To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens
Make a Plan To Love Me - Bright Eyes
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Volcano - Damien Rice
She's a Jar - Wilco
By Your Side - Cocorosie
Samson - Regina Spektor
Inaudible Melodies - Jack Johnson
Glory Box - Portishead
Road - Nick Drake
Sundress - Ben Kweller
Love, Love, Love (love love) - As Tall As Lions
Butterfly Nets - Bishop Allen
On Your Porch - The Format
Let My Love Open The Door - M. Ward
Dream - Alice Smith
You Can Bring Me Flowers - Ray Lamontagne
Citrus - The Hold Steady
Pregnant - Cold War Kids
Star Witness - Neko Case
Gamble Everything For Love - Ben Lee
Why - Andrew Bird
Your Place - Zero 7
Words You Used To Say - Dean and Britta
All The Night Without Love - Elvis Perkins
The Greatest - Cat Power
Let it Die - Feist
Pin a Rose on Me - Chuck Prophet
Put a Spell On You - Aqualung
Waiting Line - Zero 7
Janine - Soul Coughing
Sovay - Andrew Bird
I'm a Broken Heart - The Bird and the Bee
Something About You Girl - Tahiti 80
Lay and Love - Bonnie Prince Billy
Lucky Dime - Calexico
Can You Come for Me - The Poems
Last Request - Paolo Nutini
Moving Pictures Silent Film - Great Lake Swimmers
I'll Be Your Mirror - Clem Snide
Everybody Daylight - Brightback Morning Light
What Light - Wildo
Shelter - Ray Lamontagne