The Pistons are really starting to tick me off. And yet, because they've reached the conference finals for 5 straight years, I don't feel completely allowed to be ticked off. That ticks me off. I guess I'll just watch the spelling bee.

Have you ever noticed how some people don't like to admit they got a sunburn? I don't know if they feel stupid because they look funny, or because they have an easily-avoidable 'injury' that's painfully obvious to all who look at them, but the scenario usually plays out like this:

Observer: "Got some sun today, didn't you?"
Burned: "No I didn't."
Observer: "Are you sure? You look pretty red."
Burned: "No I don't."
Observer: "Are you peeling?"
Burned: "No. I just must be a little warm; yeah, now that you mention it, I do feel a little warm."

Later...

Burned: "You know what, I think I did get a little sun today."
Observer: "Hmmm... I guess you're right; you know best..."

I bring it up, because today I played basketball outside for an hour and a half. I think you can gather the outcome (and the ensuing conversation with Sarah when she got home from work).

A question about long-distance relationships.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Explain that.

Okay, there's not much going on around here. You caught me. I think I'll go watch some Seinfeld and finish making myself sick on Doritos. Happy Memorial Day! Next time, remember not to eat so many chips. Also, remember all the people who died fighting for this country and its objectives.

Sarah and I are just taking it easy this weekend. (I used the present progressive there because, though it's late Sunday night, the weekend still rolls through Monday this week--buy a calendar). Today she convinced me to go and see a movie in the theater (it was a real splurge, but we rationalized it by buying discounted tickets from Costco). We ended up seeing Pirates of the Caribbean 3, along with 1500 other people. Even though we waited in a ridiculous line for 30 minutes (and another 30 in the theater, as it started quite late) surrounded by obnoxious, eye-patch-wearing teens who were dueling to the death with blow-up swords, we weren't disappointed by the movie (not to say that we were completely appointed either--see what I did there? disappointed/appointed? genius). A word of caution: it was very violent and contained several scenes that shouldn't be seen by children under the age of 30. Not unless you want them dreaming about hangings, killer crabs, and alcoholism.

In my omniscient opinion, the first installment of the series focused on Captain Jack Sparrow; the later installments focused equally on several characters (including Jack). For this reason (i.e., the incredible character created by Johnny Depp), the original movie remains the most entertaining of the three. The end.