That crazy piano player kid in episode 13 of Wonder Years. Remember him? Yep, that’s right. He’s the guy from McGee and Me!
Joseph Dammann was born in 1974 which means he was 18 years old when he did the first McGee and Me video in 1992.
Archive for May, 2006
This morning Robby brought http://www.xianz.com/ to my attention. I don’t even know what to say. How am I supposed to respond to this? Criticize? Ridicule? Make fun? Be supportive? What the hell?
You know this is going to be a target for predators. Even though you have to be invited all it will take is for one person to get an account with ulterior motives. Unless this is policed hardcore, it’s just going to turn into MySpace.
Yesterday while watching yet another episode of Wonder Years I spotted a young Breckin Meyer from classics such as Clueless, Can’t Hardly Wait, 54, Go, Road Trip, Josie and the Pussycats and “King of the Hill”.
Back in January of ‘05 (I like to pronounce that as Aught Five) I had a post about some of the reasons I don’t like Xanga. Well, today I have yet another reason. Xanga is currently down for pretty much all of today. They’re physically moving servers to a new location and therefore nobody can edit and/or view Xanga accounts while this move is happening.
I got one word for you…LAME.
I recently found and downloaded some Wonder Years. While watching season 1 episode 3, My Father’s Office, I noticed Mars Callahan from Poolhall Junkies.
As usual, I’m in a couple weddings this summer. Today I was at the mall and went into a dept store while wasting time to see if they’d measure me so I can send the numbers in. This lady came out to measure me from the back acting like she knew everything about everything. She asked if I knew my coat size and I said, “I think I’m a 48.” She gives me this crazy look and says, “Think? Think? Let’s stop doing this thinking and try something on to make sure.” She then tells a guy to grab a 40R. However, he heard me say 48 and grabbed one of those instead. Guess what. It fit. The measuring lady was completely bewildered. “It fits. It fits? Can you believe that? He wears a 48R! I never would have guessed. He doesn’t look that big.” Now she turned to me. “You don’t look that big. I never would have guessed you wore a 48.”
I’m not expert in the clothing industry but I think I can say this lady wasn’t either. She thought I wore a coat 8″ too small. I was in a store once with Joe and he said out loud he didn’t know his neck size while looking for a shirt. Some guy walks up out of nowhere and grabs his neck. It looked like he was choking Joe. I was trying to decide whether or not I needed to get up close and personal with a fist to the face when the man declared what Joe’s neck size was. This guy had been working in the suit dept so long he didn’t need his tape measure. He just put his hands around your neck and could tell. I used to be able to do the same sort of thing with monitors. I could span my hand across and tell you if it was an 11″, 12″, 13″, 14″, 15″, etc. Now that monitors are in the 21″ and up range, my hand just isn’t quite big enough anymore for an accurate reading.
It’s May 5th and that means Cinco de Mayo. I wish my hermanito was here. We’d party it up. I’ve realized I haven’t posted anything for a while. No real reason. I’ve just been busy, lots has been going on, and I don’t think I’ve had much worthwhile to say.
On that note, I’d just like to say that I hate allergies. Waterboy’s mom would say they’re the devil. I think I might believe her on this one.
However, it’s Friday and it’s Cinco de Mayo and the mexican inside of me es orgulloso ser mexicano.
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