Those of you with a Wii, let me know so I can add you to my Wii address book so we can… I don’t know. Whatever doing that does. Share a Mii or something. Mine is so lonely.

It’s bonus blog entry night! This has been half-written in my drafts for a long time, but the book was so fabulous that I’m going to just post what I had written so it doesn’t get lost in the pile of half-written memories.

Based on a recommendation from Pamie.com is reading when I was at the library because it sounded neat. It’s called “Love Is A Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at Time” and is written by Rob Sheffield, who is a music critic for Rolling Stone, and it’s his memoirs, but he uses a series of mix tapes he’s made to relive those times. The first chapter talks about his wife dying after 5 years, 10 months of marriage, and it is him listening to a mix tape she made and he’s staying up all night listening to it over and over. “I now get scared about forgetting anything about Renee, even the tiniest detail, even the bands on this tape I can’t stand - if she touched them, I want to hear her fingerprints….I count on the music to bring me back — or more precisely, to bring her forward.” I just freaking love that, probably because I see myself in there so much. Music is like that for me. We were just talking about that at lunch the other day, how a song can bring back such a vivid memory. A specific moment in time, a person, an emotion. So many songs remind me of so many things, and that can never be replaced. The book goes on to tell the story of their relationship and his life after her death, and uses various mixtapes to do it. It’s really a beautiful tribute to someone that obviously impacted his life in a huge way.

After sitting in silence at the train station for 20 minutes, the guy next to me speaks up.

Guy: “Do you know what time the next train comes?”
Me: (checks time) “Should just be another minute or two.”
Guy: “Thanks.” (pause) “How tall are you?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Guy: “How tall are you?”
Me: “Six-three.”
Guy: (nods, pauses) “In shoes, or barefoot?”
Me: “Barefoot.”
Guy: (nods)

And then he didn’t speak to me again. So weird.

I get that Pernice Brothers song in my head every time I think about the Great Gorilla Run. It was a complete blast.

Kai picked Blake and me up at my mom’s house, and we took time for a photo shoot. I’m the one in the purple hat, Blake is in the green hat, and Kai is the naked one (he put on his thong later). One more so you can appreciate the full outfit:

When we met up with some of my Yahoo!’s Your Daddy folks, Joe noticed the Sponge Bob boxers I was wearing and asked “You have Sponge Bob boxers?” “No, I borrowed them from Blake.” (to Blake) “You have TWO pairs of Sponge Bob boxers?” We were looking sharp.

The race itself was fun, although it’s undetermined exactly how far anyone went. The course was poorly marked and some gorillas were wandering off the course, causing much confusion. It’s the first year in SF, so I cut them some slack. All in all, a good time was had by all.

More photos on my Flickr page

One person who was not there was the poster of this comment on the blog post Rusty wrote for Yahoo! Yodel. And boy, that anonymous person who replied sounds like quite a guy.

Since I had the afternoon off, I played some online poker tournaments (I’m back to microstakes [$1-$6 buy-ins, some with rebuys/add-ons] multi-table tournaments after a cold streak on the sit-n-gos). I cashed twice, once for $42.60 and just now for $227.50. Add that on top of my two $100+ cashes in the last couple of weeks, and it looks like I’m either running really hot or actually getting better. Considering I hit a one outer earlier, I’d guess the former…

Rusty (teammate from Yahoo!’s Your Daddy) wrote about our upcoming entry in the Great Gorilla Run on Yodel Anecdotal. We’re going to be so famous. I’ve got a Yahoo! Autos pimp hat ready for the occasion…

“My doorbell just rang itself. Twice.”

1. Run 7 mile relay leg while sweating profusely.
2. Continue to wear sweaty clothing in poorly ventilated van.
3. After removing sweaty clothes, place them in a non-breathable plastic bag.
4. Leave clothes in plastic bag for 2 weeks in back of closet.

Then when it comes laundry time: Gather. Wince. Repulse.

Since the Truemor site keeps deleting my Truemor, I’ll post it here: “Did you hear that Guy Kawasaki invested in one of the stupidest ideas ever? It’s called Truemors.”

Incidentally, it takes approximately 3 minutes for Truemor that they don’t like to be deleted from the Crap category, and 4 minutes from the Business category. Not that I tested it…. more than once.

I can hear you reading my blog!