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June 1, 2008This is good stuff
A mid-twenties white collar dude’s take on everything
This is good stuff
Hey everyone. I’m not dead. Just been really busy between working and studying for the CFA (one more month to go!). I haven’t had much time to post here, but I did want to make you aware of something new. Google Reader just added a new feature that allows you to add notes to shared items. So as I’m browsing through my feeds and share stuff, I can now add my own witty little comments. Sweet!
As always, you can see a feed of my shared items to the left there, but if you ever want to see a more robust version, just go here. Or, you could use Google Reader yourself and add me as a friend. That’d be even better. Google Reader is sweet, by the way. Check it out!


Ok, so I had to cheat a bit to post to my blog. Unfortunately, WordPress.com won’t let you post flash to your blog, so in order to get this up here, I had to go through Utterz. I’m a sneaky kid. Just press play above!
Here’s wishing everyone a Happy New Year!

Lately I’ve been trying to eat healthier. In an effort to get my vitamins and minerals, I’ve taken to swallowing a multivitamin supplement each morning and drinking a warm glass of Ovaltine before bed each night. I’m such an old woman.
“Why do they call it Ovaltine? The cup is round. The jar is round. They should call it Roundtine.”

“It’s gold, Jerry!”
Just because I like being as obnoxious as possible, please watch this:
That is all.
You know those 80’s movies that they always show on TBS, TNT, or USA? They’re on all the time, and you’ve seen bits and pieces of all of them, but never the entire thing. Well, I went to Blockbuster the other night and happened to see Predator sitting there on the shelf. Since the wife was working that night, and it was one of those aforementioned 80’s movies, I decided, “What the heck?”
Released in 1987, Predator stars Arnold Schwakljgnkjaadfnb and boxing champion Apollo Creed. It tells the captivating tale of a group of 6 nondescript, special opps Army guys who basically go around the world rescuing people. Arnold is quick to make the distinction between rescuers and assassins. His group is NOT of the assassinating persuasion, which seems odd since after this line his group proceeds to kill about 2,000 people. Each member of the group has a special ability:
- Ahnold is the leader of the group and has huge biceps
- There’s an Indian guy that is good at tracking Predators
- There’s a nerdy guy that stinks at telling crude jokes
- There’s a huge guy that chews tobacco and has a Gatling gun strapped on his back (played by Jesse “The Body” Ventura)
- There’s a black guy that loves the tobacco-chewing guy and kind of loses his mind by the end of the movie
- There’s a squirrely looking guy that is able to speak a little Spanish
Let’s see if I can sum up the plot in three sentences: Apollo Creed brings in Ahnold’s elite group of butt-kickers to supposedly rescue a foreign dignitary, but in actuality he just wants Ahnold to kill a bunch of Commies in one fell swoop, which Ahnold obviously does. On their way back to the chopper, the group is attacked and systematically killed by a “Predator” from outer space, until Ahnold eventually gets pissed enough that he comes up with an elaborate plan to terminate the Predator and successfully accomplishes his mission.
Ok, so that only took two sentences.
There are some 80’s movies like this that you just have to love. Rocky IV, Bloodsport, and Urban Cowboy come to mind. This is not one of them. It was just bad. Now I know why I never saw all of Predator.
The thought that stimulated me during the movie more than anything was, “If there was offshore betting in 1987, what would the line have been on ‘There will be two future U.S. Governors starring in Predator, and neither of them will be Carl Weathers’.” I swear, you could hire Bill Gates as your butler if you had bet on that action.
Grade: D. Carl Weathers saves this one from an F.

…since I posted here, partly due to my self-imposed ban on talking about football. Now that I look at it, it’s been almost a month since I wrote anything here! Truth be told, most of my thoughts go directly to Twitter, and consequently, Facebook. As it turns out, most of my thoughts are simple, lacking profundity, and can be summed up in 140 characters or less. Here are a few highlights during the past 3 weeks or so since I’ve blogged:
- Watching MSU/Pitt while the wife mows the lawn
- The Indians just clinched the AL Central. Huzzah!
- Twitter can now update your Facebook status automatically. Sweet! http://tinyurl.com/22n4p9
- My thoughts exactly: http://tinyurl.com/yrblku
- Setting up the new track feature on my Twitter account http://tinyurl.com/2a4ggh
- Hafner homers! (following on Gamecast while watching Grey’s Anatomy w/ the wife)
- I love the fact that ARod sucks in October
- Was hoping for an ND win and for the Indians to close out the series vs. Yankees this weekend. Turns out the more unlikely thing happened.
- Yankees lose…ahhhhhhhhh…Yaaaankees lose!
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Good Bye Lenin is the second German movie I’ve watched in the past two weeks (The Lives of Others, the other)
One thing I want to emphasize is Twitter’s new “track” feature. It’s sweet. When I’m watching the Indians game, I can just IM Twitter “Track Indians” and “Track Yankees”, and then every tweet that someone posts containing the words Yankees or Indians comes right through to me. It’s like watching the game with dozens of other people. Lots of fun.
That’s all for now, kids. Take care!
I’m not talking about football for the next two weeks. I’m done.
I received an email from CFA Institute this morning around 10AM informing me that June’s exam results were now available on their website. Well, after unsuccessfully trying to login for an hour and half, I finally got on the site (as you would expect, traffic was a problem). Thankfully, I passed Level I. Now I just have to take two more grueling parts over the next two years. Ugh…
Bittersweet.
Mark Cuban says that getting a colonoscopy really isn’t all that bad, and it could save your life!
Well, surgery is over kids, and things seem to have gone fairly well. My doctor told me that my ACL was indeed shredded, along with most of the cartilage in my left knee. He said the injury seems to be old (i.e., it wasn’t something I just did recently). My best guess is that I did it playing team handball on the old Loftus Astroturf freshman year of college. That means I’ve been walking around, jogging (very occasionally), and playing basketball in Bookstore with a torn ACL. Nice work, Matt.
Today I took off my bandages for the first time to get a good look. It’s not the prettiest thing, so I put a picture up on Flickr if you’re really interested, but I’m not putting it up here. I’m getting antsy just sitting around the house all day and am really ready to head back to work as soon as I can get in a car.
I have to tell you, when you have a medical situation like this, it’s freaking fantastic to be married to a nurse. She was in the hospital making sure the nurses weren’t screwing around and explaining everything to me, and she’s been great here at the house taking care of me too.

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Well, this weekend already marks one year of marriage to CMB. Time really flies. It seems like just yesterday we were rocking out to Livin’ on a Prayer while Fitzy chased married women around in his Don Johnson-esque white suit. So happy anniversary to me and the wife.
Tomorrow is finally the big day I take the CFA exam, everyone. Testing starts at 9AM and wraps up around 5PM. Should be a fun filled day. Wish me luck, kids! I’ll tell you all about it when I’m sitting around the house in my underwear eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery on Monday.

I know this is coming a bit late, but I just wanted to wish everyone a happy Memorial Day. If you know someone who has served or lost someone serving our country, be sure to thank them personally. If you don’t know someone like that, be sure you take a minute to reflect on the fact that freedom isn’t free, and be thankful for those who have made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure we are able to live the way we do in this country. Too many people take it for granted, especially those in my generation.
Thanks.