Spiderman, The Lucky Star

Spiderman, spiderman, breaking it down like a spider can....

Actually, the spider wishes he could dance this well. It said so in an interview. Anywho, I got a kick out of this, I hope you do too.

Party Time?

So I went to a party last night. It was a good party, with music, dancing, and a great view of the Charles River. Sounds great, right? You're probably guessing I had a good time, right? Except for one tiny little flaw: they wouldn't let me in. Apparently, it was a 21-and-over party, because there was alcohol. Duh, me. Read the fine print next time. So, I didn't have a chance to eat BBQ, or dance until one in the morning by the Charles River.

But the night wasn't totally wasted. After we left the party (even I couldn't muscle my way past that bouncer), we drove to a Japanese restaurant near our place called Ginger's. I had just ordered my meal when my neckache returned with a vengeance.

Okay, let me back up and explain. Just before we left the house, I began to develop a minor neckache. It wasn't anything bad at first, but then it got worse, and traveled to that little space right between my neck and right shoulder. You know the place. So, back at the restaurant, I tried to find some advil, but came up empty. Now I was beginning to get irritated. My mom said she'd find it, and asked why I couldn't just relax, which made me even more irritated. So, just FYI, let me list the reasons why I couldn't "relax":

1. I've just been turned away from a party which I've been looking forward to for two weeks.
2. I've just been cramped into a car for nearly two hours straight, with no food or water.
3. It's 9:00 PM, and I haven't eaten anything since noon. And I've been swimming all day, mind you.
4. I still haven't had a chance to drive the new car.
5. And, oh yeah, my neck feels like The Incredible Hulk is using it as a punching bag.

So you see how I might be a little irked.

Oh, and as for today? Nothing special. Rode my bike a bit. Read more Maximum Ride, grabbed a drink down at Starbucks. My computer is still on the fritz, so I'm typing this on my 'rent's computer. How they function with this keyboard is beyond me though, so forgive any typos. Spellchecker can only do so much.

Walden Pond

Well, my computer is on the fritz again, so these first few posts will be brought to you live from my local library. Ugh, I feel like throwing my computer into Walden Pond.

Speaking of Walden Pond, me and my 'rents* went there today. We spent most of the day there, so I ended up getting home about two hours ago, hot, dry and pruney. It was a fun time though. We got there early this morning, set up our chairs, and I sat down to read a book (Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports) for a while.

It didn't seem like that long to me, but when I finally looked up from my book, the 'rents were setting up lunch. So I ate, then pretty much frittered away the rest of the day in the pond. I did manage to get some underwater photos, I'll try to post them here as soon as I get them scanned ... which I won't be able to do until I get my computer fixed.

*'rents /prun/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[rents], -noun: short for parents

And the lord said, "Let there be light!"

.....and he got this. His "Free Rewards" card must have expired, or something.

Welcome to Mad Cow Diary, the blog devoted to bringing you the latest from the world's greatest lunchmeat. My name is James Erin Gruenzner, and here I will post everything of interest that happens to me, day in and day out, sanity optional. So, if you don't like reading about Walden Pond, our new car, and my oftentimes insane day-to-day life, feel free to navigate right away from this page. Otherwise, stick around. I have a feeling it's gonna be one hell of a ride.