Painting with Ketchup and Fries

Simply amazing.

March 9: National "Get Over It" Day?

If you didn't know, today is national Get Over It Day. I had never heard of this before, so I thought I'd check it out.

Apparently, this is the day when people all across America decide to finally "get over" those things they've been hanging on to. If you're trying to get over an ex, or an annoying boss, or a female driver who cuts you off on your way to work while doing her makeup so you end up getting stopped at a five-minute stoplight, today is your day to "get over it." If you find yourself always complaining about the same things day after day, now is the time to "get over it."

For example, the news keeps covering Britney Spears while she's trying to get over her crap. So the news needs to "Get over it!" Al Gore keeps complaining about global warming, he needs to “Get Over It!” I keep getting this annoying bill every month that says I need to pay for some mortgage. They need to "GET OVER IT!"

In all seriousness, I don’t see how this is any different than doing a New Year's resolution. They timed it to be about 3 months after New Years, which is about as long as the average person keeps a resolution before going back to old habits. My guess is that soon we’ll have a national “Seriously This Time, I’m Going To Make a CHANGE!” Day, sometime in mid-June.

They’ve tried to make this appealing (and marketable) to a specific demographic by organizing parties throughout the country. So far, there are no parties in Indianapolis yet. They also have a thing where you can submit what you’re “getting over” and they’ll display it on the site. An example:

"My ex boyfriend not telling me he has a seventeen year old child ( until 7 months after we were dating!!!)" -Okay, that would take some getting over.

They also have a ridiculous poem written by the founder. Here it is:


-Poem written by Jeff G., "Get Over It Day" Founder & Creator

As for me, I'm getting over the Pacers. They suck this year, they're not the same team, I don't like watching them play, I'm over it. If you check this site out, let me know what you think. I’m curious.

Get Over It Day website

I Touched The Lombardi Trophy!

When I heard that I had already missed my chance to touch the Lombardi Trophy in Indianapolis, I knew there would be a road trip in my not-too-distant future. That expedition was realized last Saturday, as I drove to Linton, Indiana for my chance to "Make It Personal," and touch the Super Bowl Trophy.

I woke up at 4:30 Saturday AM and hit the dusty trail, as they say. Linton is a small town in rural Indiana (kind of a redundant statement). As I drove through it's two stoplights, I was reminded of the small towns you see in movies like "Children of the Corn," "Texas Chainsaw Massacre," and "Pet Cemetary." Before I had a chance to convince myself that I was safe in this quaint little town, I had already driven through it.

-As a side note, it's really cool when you're driving through snow at night and you put your brights on. It was like traveling through hyper-space on the Millenium Falcon. Or that screen saver that used to be so popular.-

I pulled over into the local Casey's General Store to find out where they were supposed to be bringing this trophy. I asked the cashier where the Humphrey's Park Community Center was located. Her response was, "You're here for the Colts trophy, ain't you?" She had amazing powers of perception. She went on to explain that it was just up the road and had a big red train in front of it. "You can't miss it," she assured me. Well, apparently I can, because I already did.

Sure enough, as I drove back through town, I noticed a large red train sitting in the midst of a park. I drove back to the Roy Clark Building and waited for the trophy.

I had arrived around 6:45 and was expecting to be in the back of the line. Apparently, touching the Lombardi Trophy was not as big of a deal to the folks in Linton as it was to me. Eventually, others started showing up and a line was formed...with me in the front.

It's hard to describe how proud I was to be the first in line. As people started showing up, I had reached celebrity status. "He got here at quarter-ta seven," they would exclaim as I ate from my sack lunch.

After standing in the cold for an hour, they let us inside the building to warm up until the trophy arrived. Unfortunately, this meant breaking up our current line. Many more people showed up, and soon people began to get nervous about where they would be when we reformed the line outside. There was only one person who didn't seem to care. Yeah, that's right. I could hear the whispers all around me..."All I know is, the fella standing there reading a book and eating that apple was first."

Yep, soon my face was recognizable to everyone who ever lived in Linton, Indiana. And they both knew my name too. I was more popular than the mayor.

Around 10:00, they began shuffling us outside again. Here is a picture of everyone moving outside from my vantage point. At the front of the line.



About 10:30, a Colts truck arrived and in about fifteen minutes, they had turned the Roy Clark Building into a virtual Hoosier Dome. About that time, the trophy arrived, accompanied by two very large black men. I wouldn't normally describe the color of their skin, except that these may have been the first two black men that this city had ever seen. "Check out the size of that negro, Jimmy! He could eat you for breakfast!"

Here's a picture of the trophy going right past the front of the line (that would be me) on it's way into the building.



After it was inside, I was the only one in position to take this sweet picture of the two large black men sealing the trophy in its bullet-proof casing.


(no, that's not a mirror. those are two different men.)

So after waking up at 4:30 and waiting in line for four hours, my fifteen seconds of glory was finally up. I was rushed to the trophy and told to pass my camera off to a girl who would take it for me. This was the result:



What! I was so disappointed. What a crappy picture. Of course she had to get Agent 00-douchebag in the background. Dangit! Then two cheerleaders ruined a cool poster by signing it. Then Blue the Colts Mascot wasn't there yet to sign something for me. Then I was given another poster and pushed out the door. Piece of crap! So I did what any reasonably-minded Colts fan would do. I took my posters to the car and got right back into the end of the line.

This time through I only had to stand for about an hour and a half. The time flew by as I listened to two pre-pubescent Linton Emo kids talk about how excited they were to see Colts cheerleaders. I made it back to the trophy and made sure the picture was how I wanted it. This one is much better.



I love how the big black guy is plastered to the wall. It's like he's scared just to be in my presence. This time through, I also got to see Blue. Man, I just feel sorry for whoever has that job.

The young men of Linton were way more excited to see the Colts cheerleaders than they were to see the trophy. They actually let these girls sign their clothing. I couldn't believe it. Good for them though. They gave these kids hope that there really are women out in the world with a full set of teeth and no babies.

All joking aside, I really am glad that I made the trip. And honestly, I almost wish I grew up in a town like Linton. Everyone seemed to know each other and the local football coach was like a hero. They were all really friendly and I'm glad to have shared this experience with them. Kudos to the Colts organization for taking this trophy out to everyone in Indiana. It's an experience I'll not soon forget.



See if the trophy is coming to a town near you

HIllary Clinton: "I Don't Feel Noways Taird (Tired)"

I know this isn't a political blog, but it is sort of a humor blog. And it doesn't get much more humorous than this.

If you haven't heard the clip of Hillary Clinton speaking at a church rally in Selma, Alabama, then you're in for a treat. She tries her best to imitate a deep Southern accent and fails miserably. I heard it on the radio yesterday and couldn't believe it. It's hilariously embarrassing. So, without further ado, here is what has been dubbed, "Kentucky Fried Hillary:"

How To Do Stuff

I've come across this site before, but happened upon it again today. If you've never been to How to do Stuff, you've got to check it out. I just read through every article. Unfortunately, they haven't posted any new ones in a few years, but the stuff that's there is golden. They've even inspired me to go pick up a copy of the Anarchist Cookbook. If you don't read through the entire website, you've got to at least look at a few of my favorites.

How to Make a Sideways Room

If you had the time and energy to do this, I can't begin to tell you how awesome you would be.

How to Make a Flamethrower

Because honestly, who doesn't want their own home-made flamethrower laying around the house?

How to Force an Elevator to go Straight to Your Floor Without Picking Anyone Else Up
I would have loved to try this one out when I used to work in the Union Building at IUPUI. Luke, be sure to let me know if it works.