So a Muslim, a Christian, and Jew walk into an authentic 50's diner....

That title is just there to grab your attention. So now that I have you, let's dive into how I'm going to watch the World Cup this year.

I have not had a TV for over 4 years up until 2 days ago. This all began in university when I, and I'm not sure exactly how to word this, had no money. After a while a realized that what I had lost in hours a week of watching mostly rubbish, I had actually gained in time to pursue more worthy endeavors like how to move apartments 5 times in 4 years. In addition this afforded me the opportunity to inform 3rd year sociology major girls that "Oh, I don't actually have a TV.". I immediately became one of the coolest dudes in the class. Until I wrote this. Note the subject matter then just skip to my relevant credentials at the end of the article. Beautiful.

For the last 2 years I've been able to tell people we don't have TV when in reality we download many of shows we know we want to watch which makes it slightly better because at least we've deliberately picked our own poison. But then comes the World Cup and this time around I'm without a brother who compulsively tapes every game and snaps if he finds out the score before he watches it. So last week I poked around the web for a while I realized we are not at the point where we can subscribe and watch the games live online. After personally vowing to change this for 2010, I bit the bullet and called up Adelphia (the local So-Cal TV provider in Van Nuys) and am now plugged into the highway. The information super-highway that is Cable TV. It's running into the back of our computer through a usb "thing" and I will be able to tape every game. And now that we have TV in the apartment you may notice my thoughts become more repetitive and my vocabulary a lot more....worse. After coming back to having cable TV, I've noticed that every show on every channel has worked a gay guy fixing something into the premise.

And what's a blog entry without me talking about the neighborhood. The image on the right is:
A) A Guatemalan farmer scything himself space for homestead on the outskirts of Huehuetenango.
B) A Mexican cowboy in 1425.
C) A guy in the empty lot across the street from us.

My next post may be about computers and how funny it is to Dayna and I that people can refer to any field in which technology is engaged as "computers". For example: "Dayna, what does your husband do?". "He is working for a health care company writing an online medical record system.". "O yeah, my husband is also in computers". What does that mean!? "He's in computers." Ridiculous. He could work in a Radio Shack or he could be the guy who started Yahoo. Or better yet "He does computers". Again, ridiculous.

"What do you do?" "Computers." "Ok, here's a gun because that answer made no sense."

But what is amazing about living in California is that if we're looking for a product online we never have to wonder if they ship to California because chances are they're from California. And people here actually use Craigslist. It's quite amazing. On Ebay half the items I look at I can pick up in my car as opposed to haggling a $75 shipping fee to Winnipeg, Mb, Kanada.

So a Muslim, a Christian, and Jew walk into a Streets concert at the Henry Fonda Theatre this Saturday. Oh man I've got a Hackney accent already. Or is it Cockney?