The Lost One?

What Apparently was a lost blog has been found!

After a long weekend I decided to sit down to a nice Woody Allen movie and fire off a delightful blog for all of our faithful readers...turns out you need all of your attention, plus others to understand anything Woody Allen puts together. I know this yet I continue to type because I'm assuming I'll get lost even with great focus. I'm a bit of a movie snob, even though some may question my taste in such movies...some may even say that such family favorites as Sideways might not be family friendly at all...those people are lucky I hold them in high regard.

The real reason for the blog is the fact that last weekend we brought the K-Bun experience to the man himself. After months upon months of planning, eight individuals came together for the T-Wolves vs. Knicks game to show a nation that Paul Bunyan was potent enough to father a love child with some other mythical creature on the west coast. Lucky for us nature called to this love child and brought him home to Minnesota. K-Bun did not disappoint going off for 32 points, and 23 rebounds, the T-Wolves on the other hand did not complete the victory losing by a couple points right at the end after leading for most of the game...another disappointment was that after all of our hard work to get the name out there, our fantastic arrangement of costume design, the sign design that would make a graphic artist jealous...turns out the game was not televised. We may be idiots...

After great consumption and many observations of just how many people of Asian decent had come out to see the Vin-sanity show, there were indeed quite a few. It may be the best thing to happen to the NBA since Yao, the Wolves even had their largest crowd since 2004, but that was without an Asian player on the court so I might have to do some more research to get you exact numbers for that stat...I'll put Adam on it.

***Update

I wrote the first part of this blog right after we returned from our trip to watch the T-Wolves but was far too tired to finish, and as we need to really get after it if we ever hope to hit 100 blogs (my personal goal) I decided to post this one as well!

Since our fateful night at Target Center the T-Wolves have hosted a Paul Bunyan night as well as had a beard contest. We have not been contacted by the wolves so god cursed them in the form of Kobe Bryant (el diablo) taking out our beloved Ricky Rubio for the season.

That's right wolves...God wants you to give us some credit.

Also, I still don't have the stats from Adam...

No Ox's were hurt in the posting of this blog.

The Voice...mine.

It has recently been brought to my attention that I may talk too much...especially in interviews.

Earlier this week, my friend Kurt Philion came to my house to interview myself, my brother, and our friend David about a charity event we host every year to raise funds for cancer research and before we got started there was a lot of chatter going on about how Kurt didn't really need to be in the room, he would just introduce me then take off for an hour or so. We all had a good laugh and then it came time to do the interview. We had set it up so that I would talk a bit first and then hand the mic over to my brother to handle some more particulars about the tournament in general and then Dave would do a separate interview about his experience with cancer, as this year he is celebrating ten years of being cancer free!!!

So there. We had a plan.

Kurt introduces me and immediately I mention that apparently I talk too much in interviews so I'll try to do a better job with this one...then I talk for about 15 minutes straight.

I finally make my exit and get the microphone turned over to my brother, who sums up everything about the tournament very nicely and then says that he's sure that I'll want to talk some more so he hands the mic back to me...and I have more to say, as expected.

When we finish, it turns out that our interview, which is about twenty minutes, will be scaled down to 15 minutes of air time, but the full interview will be available as a web cast on their web site www.krjmradio.com after the interview airs on Wednesday, April 11th at 5:45 central. Leave it to me to take up the entire interview plus some!

Dave's interview was fantastic. I'm not going to talk a lot about it because I respect the hell out of that guy and you should just tune in to listen to it on Wednesday, April 18th at 5:45 pm on 101.5 or 106.5 FM.

I will talk a little about Dave in general though...since I like the sound of me slapping the keys too!

I think that a lot of people think Dave is a bit crazy, or at least over the top a lot of the time. I myself often spend days or weeks tracking down his clothes after he leaves town, but Dave knows what a lot of us seem to forget, that our time here isn't as long as we perhaps may like. We are literally all on borrowed time, you never know what tomorrow will bring. So in my opinion we should all have those nights where our buddies have to spend a week tracking down our clothes, or at least spend some nights getting a little crazy. We shouldn't be afraid to live the life we've been given, it certainly is a gift and I don't know about you but I enjoy the hell out of gifts!

A lot of people will be spending the holiday here with family and friends, lord knows thats not always an easy thing to get through! But certainly take the time, religious or not, to live in the moment with the ones you love...or tolerate.

Today was "Good Friday," and I ate meat. Later, many bad things happened. Fact.

I'll have to wait until next year to redeem myself I guess, but fishing was slow this year and I really like turkey...turkey counts right?

Happy Easter! (and Twins Opener...maybe they'll get the home opener at least...because I'll be there...perhaps looking for my clothes!)

For Renzy

It’s been a long time since any of us Dark Humor guys have actually posted a blog to the site here but recently I had a really good friend get into a car accident and I thought that perhaps this may be a way to brighten his day and get him on the road to recovery, after all, laughter is the best medicine right?

A while back I blogged about the significance of rocks as a metaphor and actual rocks…tied to ponies. I think if Kurt, my friend, is reading this he probably already knows where it’s headed…

My family has owned and operated a tubing and camping place in Northwest Minnesota for over 27 years now, and in that time we have had a lot of wonderful people come and work for us, or I should say with us. In the long-run the fact that these people have been right beside us in the trenches, in good times and bad, have made them more than employees or friends, any one of us would certainly consider them to be part of our family. I could go on and on about each and every one of the people that have worked for us over the years, but this blog isn’t for them today. I’m writing today for someone who has been like a brother to me, who inspired me to go to college with the intentions of some day becoming a writer…which apparently hasn’t panned out so well…

Our operation for the tubing has changed quite a bit over the years and at one point we actually would have a few people waiting for everyone to get off at our landing, where we would cut the tubes apart and then haul them back to our launching facility. As kids this was always the best job to have because we were far away from supervision and generally spent the majority of our time swimming and messing around.

One particular day we were hanging out at the landing with my brother and our friend Kurt when for some odd reason we decided it would be a good idea to have a bit of a rock fight…we were kids, and even worse, boys. What started out as pebbles quickly escalated to larger and larger actual rocks until eventually Kurt was hurling boulders at me until he finally got what he wanted and took me out at the legs. As I was lying on the ground, in and out of consciousness, some nice lady came to my defense and was able to stop Kurt from inflicting any more torture to me, thank god!

Now that’s my side of the story and Kurt may claim it went a little different but one thing is for certain, this little story about actual rocks has become almost a metaphor to us. The truth of the story is that Kurt may have simply rolled a rock at me and I went down like a ton of bricks because I am a bit of a weakling, but to this day we each maintain our own versions of the story and I don’t think we will ever forget, or maybe truly remember, that day.

Even though we don’t see each other very often anymore Kurt will always be a part of my life. It may be a coincidence that we share this story about actual rocks when so much of our lives can be tied to the metaphor of rocks as well. I don’t tell him enough how much of an impact he truly has had on my life and I just wanted to take this opportunity to let him know. I may never be a true writer, my 3 readers would agree, but the fact that I love doing it can certainly be attributed to Kurt…who in case you are wondering still has a Werewolf novel stashed somewhere on his shelf, just waiting for me to finish my film degree to make! (In case you were wondering, I actually switched majors about seven different times and finally ended up with a business degree…what a cop out huh?!)