Lott O Excitement

Tonight's lottery is for an assload of money. Don't quote me, but I think it's something like $860 billion. I might be mistaking the amount for that new stimulus package, I'm not sure. But I'll tell you one thing: the thought of winning enough money to do whatever the hell I want, certainly stimulates my package. I literally have a giant surplus in my pants just pondering the notion of all that bank!

I thought about posting all the things that I would do if I won millions, but I'm sure it's pretty much what everyone else would do... quit the job, throw a party, take a vacation, buy a monkey, take the monkey on vacation. Instead, I'd like to point out a few reasons why I think I have a real good shot at cashing in on the dream tonight. For instance:

-- A bunch of guys in the office chipped in to buy tickets. According to my research, 40% of all lottery winners are a bunch of office guys. Math, bitches!!

(Interestingly, another 40% of lottery winners live in states that begin in a vowel: Ohio, Indiana, Idaho, etc... A bunch of office guys from Oregon could really f$*k us here.

-- We went quick pick. We let a computer decide our fate. That is such a better strategy than using your kids' birthdays combined with your favorite number or baseball player uniform. Whenever I see someone standing by the ledge of some card store, erasing and toiling over the numbers like it was the SAT, I say to myself, 'no f&*king way are you winning.'

-- The numbers were purchased at a run-down, local card shop. Lady Luck hangs out in those places like a retiree who knows the owner, so he'll just lean on the counter and talk to him all day.

-- God owes me one. I'm sure He knows what I'm talking about.

So, there it is.

Science, bitches!!

This could very well be my last post as a poor person. Will all that money change me? No, I don't think it will. Will it change the people around me? Probably. But they'll never see me again, anyway.

Revisitng The Dave Matthews Band

I used to be a huge Dave Matthews fan...HUGE. I had stickers on my '85 Buick Skyhawk, over ten t-shirts a few posters and one drunk night after an awesome DMB show I was seriously considering a Fire Dancer or Dancing 8 tattoo. Thank f'in god I didn't.

I don't exactly know what happened but it was around the Everyday album that I started drifting away. I've only seen DMB in ampitheatre type of venues and it was routinely awesome. Everyday turned out to be a huge album for them (I was only lukewarm on it) and then they started selling out Giant Stadium. I refuse to see a band in a stadium. It doesn't do it for me. Then I got my hands on The Lillywhite Sessions which I thought was outstanding and argueably my favorite DMB album (despite never officially being released).

When I heard that DMB was doing another studio album I was, again, excited. I don't know if I just wasn't as internet saavy as I am now or what but I didn't realize that Busted Stuff was just going to be re-recordings of the Lillywhite Sessions (which I didn't like half as much) with two new songs on it. I was disillusioned and little by little DMB started disappearing from my rotation.

This past week I stumbled across Two Step and Jimi Thing on the radio and really enjoyed it. It was time to go back. The Cove is rocking an all DMB playlist these past two days and I've got to say...I'm enjoying it.