Just had to share this. Family Guy fans unite.

In other news, there’s nothing to report. My life is still devoid of excitement.

On that note, a couple of friends and I were sharing today at work how we all don’t involve ourselves in Springfield’s bar and club scene. Been there, done it, it’s the same stuff all the time…and since I don’t drink I wouldn’t enjoy it. I like getting out and meeting new people — when they’re sober.

It got the wheels in my head a-turnin’ and I realized just how crazy people my age really can be. Granted, Springfield doesn’t offer too much in the way of entertainment than bars and clubs (movies, bowling and pizza are some wholesome activities that come to mind), but really I think even if I was a bar-hopping type it would become old really fast. That’s just the way I am. I do too much of a leisurely activity and I get bored with it quickly.

If it’s not boredom that gets to me, it’s injury. Take bowling for example. I will bowl 165 the first game, 134 the second and throw my shoulder out in the third game and score 23. Same with disc golf. I love it to death but the second 18 I play, by hole 7 my left arm is screaming at me. Also the same with basketball. Good Lord in heaven, I love playing that game and draining three-pointers, but I tire after awhile and always end up rolling my ankle landing on someone’s foot for a rebound.

Speaking of basketball, I remember the time back in Virginia when we were all playing, I snagged a rebound over Chris Brooks in a tight game and he landed on my foot. We all heard a POP and looked down to see his knee completely twisted one way. Dude busted his kneecap…that had to have been the worst injury I’ve come across in basketball. I felt so bad for being the one he landed on. As restitution to him, I called 911 and we all caravaned to the hospital. Brooks is doing fine now, or at least was before I moved in November 2006.

I miss Newport News. Melissa, John & Barbara, Adam, I miss you guys.