I'm suddenly depressed. Out of boredom, waiting for the impending weekend, I decided to google some names from the past. First up was my college Freshman year roommate. The same guy who skipped class the entire year, brewed beer in our dorm room, and finished the year with a 2.5 GPA. Well now he has a Ph.D in Chemistry from Berkeley and is a college Chemistry professor. I haven't seen him in 10 years but he looked good in the picture.

Then I looked up a guy from my Fraternity. Last time I read about this guy he was a surf bum who made the news for getting stranded on a rock in San Francisco. Well it seems now he owns a fleet of food service carts in Chicago with sales in the millions.

I then decided to look myself up. Wow. Not much there. Pretty much just my one film credit from my five year stint in Hollywood for a movie I've never even seen. It's weird, I've walked by the movie several times in the library but I've never had a desire to rent it. I need to do something big just in the off chance that someone should deside to google me. The question is what? This will haunt me all weekend.

Yesterday I attended the my wife's graduation from Marquette. She had two ceremonies to attend. The first was at the Bradley Center and was for all Marquette graduates. The second was at the Gesu church and this was just for the Nursing Master's and Bachelor's graduates. As to be expected, both ceremonies were long and dull. I felt myself almost nodding off until someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey can you give me a dollar or two for a sandwich? Hey can you give me a dollar or two for a sandwich?" I didn't even turn around to look at the assumed homeless person but I couldn't help but think about how desperate someone must be to actually walk into the middle of a graduation ceremony in a packed church and ask for money. Maybe he was mentally ill. Since I didn't look at him, I really don't know. I think someone else must have shuffled him out pretty quick.

My wife bought another purse last weekend. She now owns 5 purses: light brown Coach, dark brown Coach, black Coach, straw summer purse, and the latest - a dark brown Monsac with matching wallet. It seems like overkill to me. You'd think one great purse would be sufficient, especially considering the hassle of having to swap everything out of one purse and into another. She didn't take my criticism too well. My philosophy generally is to not replace anything until it's truely broken. Socks are perfectly good until they get holes in them. I still have the T-shirt my parents bought me in Paris in 1986 - still wear it too "La Ville Lumiere". I have a hierarchy of running shoes. The highest tier is the newest pair of shoes which I only use for running. When they lose enough cushioning where my knees start to hurt, these shoes are demoted to casual shoes. After a year or so of being casual shoes they are demoted to mowing the grass/yardwork shoes. Here they stay until they develop a hole and have to be tossed. I currently have two pairs of New Balances in this third category. They'll likely be joined by another pair soon as my knees are starting to hurt and I think it's about time I get a new pair for running. I don't know, I just can't get myself to throw them away. It's amazing what you can salvage with a little needle and thread. Hopefully this 5th purse will be the last for awhile.

It's not even a week past secretary's day and our secretary is already pissing me off. For the third time in two days she's transferred a truck driver to me asking for directions to our office. Now I'm not the type who thinks managers are above this sort of thing but come on, this is clearly the domain of the secretary. I even offered to load up mapping software on her computer but she refused. She's the type of secretary who only does what she has to do and that probably is what upsets me the most. She also conveniently plays stupid whenever she doesn't know how to do things with the computer -- which is just about everything. If the boss didn't have 'relations' with her I'd probably be a little more vocal but for the moment I guess I have to deal with it.

And what the hell is the deal with these freaking truck drivers? Isn't it their job to know how to get somewhere? Have you ever heard of Mapquest? Don't you have a dispatcher? One of these times I'm just going to chew some guy out. One ass wasn't even on the road. He was calling from home which pissed me off even more. One guy yesterday was calling from St. Louis asking for directions to Waukesha. Lucky for him he called because he thought he was going to Wausau. Idiots.

Are there any theatre shows in Milwaukee that do not star John McGivern? This guy is everywhere. I've never seen any of his work but I find his complete blanketing of the market to be annoying. Are we really a one actor town? And don't get me started on Pat McCurdy.

It's nice to see that they finally downgraded the BoDeans to the Miller Lite Oasis for Summerfest. Sure they are a popular local band but the Marcus Stage should be reserved for big acts. The BoDeans prime came and went with Party of Five anyway. Having said that, I'm not too impressed with the main stage acts yet. Pearl Jam is a good snag but what's the deal with Tom Petty. Maybe it's my memory but it seems he plays the main stage every year. Oh well, I usually stick to the beer stages anyway.

What's the deal with the fat guy dancing in "The Brew" commercial. Is it supposed to be funny? I find it annoying. Every time Milwaukee takes a step in the right direction, you get some jackass pulling us back into the stereotype of the fat, beer drinking idiots who wear foam cheese on their heads. Have you ever even seen a cheese factory? I haven't.