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I mean, I don’t actually care about Hootie and the Blowfish or anything, but damn. Hootie, when you donned that lavender, Prince-meets-Bonanza cowboy outfit and started hawking flamed-broiled burgers, didn’t it occur to you just once:

Maybe we should have quit while we were ahead?

By now, poor Darius is in the same category as the smart but irresonsible kid from high school who dropped acid a few too many times. Now he hangs out in front of the BP station trying to hustle 14 year-olds. You just shake your head, avert your eyes, and squeeze the image from your mind.

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I randomly received an e-mail from a fellow at IceRocket saying my blog had been added to their search engine’s index. “Neat,” I thought, and then went to try it. I’ve been looking for a good blog search engine.

I’m happy to say that IceRocket’s blog search engine looks pretty good! I may use it in conjuction with Technorati. (I’ve found Daypop and Feedster to be disappointing, so I’ve been looking elsewhere for a legit player in the field.)

Take a looksie and let me know what you think.

UPDATE 3/31/05: Seems like IceRocket is on the viral marketing warpath. Eh, more power to ‘em. Interestingly, this is Mark Cuban’s little baby. More details at SearchEngineWatch.

UPDATE 4/2/05: Just got another e-mail from Mr. Blake Rhodes. I think that viral marketing effort may be a bit too ambitious. Time to add a process somewhere in the mass-mailing mix to check whether a blogger’s already been e-mailed, eh?

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Yesterday was The Day.

The temperature climbed gloriously into the 60s and the lovely ladies of Michigan Avenue came out of hibernation. They spent a little extra time primping in front of the mirror in the morning to look good, just for moi. They donned their new spring outfits, studiously assembled from the pages of Vogue and Cosmo, and I appreciated it.

Oh, how I love spring in downtown Chicago. Nothing compares, baby.

And in case you were wondering: yes, this entry is becoming something of an annual tradition.

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I’ve been meaning to write this for a long, long time. Then Big Ten Wonk beat me to the punch and put it ever so sweetly: jury duty for Billy Packer would be a gift from the Good Lord above. Of course, disdain for this curmudgeonly old ACC guard is quite common among fans (read the last link).

You see, I’ve been known to complain about commentators from time-to-time. My rant about Dick Vitale got some traction. I’ve whined about Bill Walton. But Billy Packer… oh, Billy Packer, how I despise thee. Let’s be clear: I don’t care that you’re sexist. No, it’s probably possible to boil what’s wrong with Billy Packer down to a single, declarative sentence.

Billy Packer’s commentary has no redeeming value whatsoever.

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I dropped by Starbucks this afternoon—you know, the one within the requisite 100 foot radius of my workplace—for my second cup of overpriced joe of the day. I’m basically addicted to coffee, and Starbucks is close, so I’m a regular customer. I talked to the cashier and his buddy for a bit while I paid. And then I realized it.

These guys kind of know who I am.

Which means, I think, that I’ve unwittingly undergone some sort of Yuppie rite of passage: having “your” Starbucks.

At this point, I’m pretty unhappy about this development.

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A bit of the shock has warn off. Now it’s a warm glow. Illinois beat Arizona in overtime, 90-89, to earn a trip to the Final Four. Let’s take a look and see what everyone else is saying about one of the most amazing college basketball games and comebacks in recent memory.
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