My apology to the world

I know I am a distant person. I never liked letting people get too close to me for one reason or another. The perfect example of "it's not you, it's me."

I hope some of you have noticed I have made efforts to change. It's been tough and I'm sure my discomfort has been obvious at times, but I know these changes are for the best.

I never say it enough to you individually so I'm going to start with a big shout out and start working my way to all of you one-by-one. I love all of my friends for always being there for me especially when I didn't deserve it. I appreciate how you make me laugh when I don't feel like laughing. I especially like having someone to enjoy some drinks. You all probably know I hate drinking alone.
I promise to be a better friend from now on.

The 3.7 Million Dollar Virgin

Some idiot with too much money and not enough sense just bid $3.7 million to take a young woman's virginity.

Think about it. If I had $3.7 million to squander, I can think of better ways to spend it. Imagine all of the good you can do with it like feed the homeless in an urban area for at least a year, help control the pet population or even pay for health care for underprivileged kids.

However, someone was thinking with his johnson and plans on dropping $3.7 million to get laid with a virgin. I have to state that fact again because it is too baffling.

Obviously he didn't think it through. If he had, he would have figured out he could have gotten a lot more than one virgin for $3.7 million.

With that kind of scratch, he could have formed a team of people whose sole purpose in life was to find him virgins (all over 18 of course).

All he would need is a bodyguard to protect him from all of the ticked off dads and brothers. A doctor to confirm the virginity and a suave lawyer. Instead of it being called the A-Team, he could call it the V-Team. He could even get the black van with the red stripe on it and have money to spare.

It amazes me how unimaginative people are.

... in bed

We eat a lot of Chinese take out at work. It shocked me to learn no one had heard of the "In Bed" game.

The rules are simple. You read your fortune and add the words "...in bed" after you finish reading it.

Here a few fortunes I found at a free fortune cookie quote Web site.

There is a true and sincere friendship between you and your friends..." in bed.

A thrilling time is in your immediate future..." in bed.

Something you lost will soon turn up..." in bed.

A pleasant surprise is in store for you..." in bed.

Yes, it is a juvenile game but it adds some spice to an already enjoyable outlet to your post-meal camaraderie.

Political misstep

The puck didn't stop here for the St. Louis Blues in their 4-0 loss to the Los Angeles Kings on Saturday.

The Blues' planned pregame festivities that included Republican vice presidential nominee Sarah Palin dropping the ceremonial first puck may have cost the team the game.

Blues starting goaltender Manny Legace slipped on the carpert placed on the ice for Palin and family to walk on after warm ups for the ceremony. Legace gave it a go, but left the game after allowing two goals in the first period due to a strained left hip flexor from his fall.

Seriously, a backwads B?

When I first saw this pic online this morning the first thing that caught my eye was the backwards B. Look at it. Why would I want to brand someone with a backwards letter if I committed a crime against them?

It would take a real idiot to even think of doing that. And it takes a bigger idiot to make up a bogus assault story and carve the letter on their face. Think she used a mirror?

What possessed this volunteer campaign worker to think this story would be a good idea is beyond me. This election is already nasty enough as it is. We didn't need this story to make it into a bigger mockery than it already is.

Before anyone thinks I'm just writing this to bash John McCain and his followers, let me leave you with this clip to remind you there are just as many yahoos on both sides.

I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a Dr Pepper today

They had me at free Dr Pepper. The source of my creativity. The source of my pain. The one true love who will never turn its back on me will be free on Nov. 23. Thanks to Guns N' Roses for finally finishing their album. I've honestly thought Axl Rose was always a patsy but he won a point from me because I will be drinking a free DP. 23 flavors, baby!

Dr Pepper flowing as new Guns album arrives

By Jonathan Cohen

NEW YORK (Billboard) - Guns N' Roses fans thirsting for the band's first album of new material in 17 years will have a sweet, fizzy treat to savor as they listen.

Dr Pepper is making good on a promise to provide every person in America a can of the soft drink if "Chinese Democracy" were to arrive in 2008, and has revealed details of the plan.

"We never thought this day would come," Dr Pepper vp marketing Tony Jacobs said Wednesday. "But now that it's here all we can say is: The Dr Pepper's on us."

Interested fans are being asked to visit DrPepper.com (http://www.drpepper.com) on November 23, the day "Chinese Democracy" is released in the U.S. exclusively via Best Buy. After registering online, fans will receive a coupon redeemable for a 20-ounce Dr Pepper wherever the drink is sold.

The twist: The coupon is available for only 24 hours and will expire on February 28.

When all else fails, you still have DMB

Everyone should know how big of a Dave Matthews Band fan I am. I'm not as big on them as I once was. When I say that, I mean I don't spend money on everything they release anymore and I haven't paid to see them in concert in four or five years.

Since the release of Before These Crowded Streets, the group seems to be rushing their new songs. If you ever get a hold of old recordings from DMB's first shows in Virginia, you'll realize how old the songs on Under the Table and Dreaming and Crash. The songs had a gestation period of at least two years. The greatest things about those old recordings is you can hear the lyrics being developed at every performance by Dave who tweeked them nightly. Hearing Peter Griesar on the keyboards is also a treat but I digress... from what I have no idea.

Rainy days are great days to listen to DMB. It reminds me of all of the concerts I've seen on the lawn in the rain in Richmond, VA, and at The Woodlands. I usually could rattle off what song they were about to play after hearing Dave play a chord or two to make sure his guitar was in tune. I'd also lose my voice after screaming in vain for the band to play "#41" or "Pig."

I am all over the map tonight. I didn't intend on writing this much anyway.