And now for an incredibly shallow post…

Remember that top 5 list concept from Friends? Well, my list is ever changing, but I think I have it for the time being. In no particular order:

Ryan Reynolds, James Franco, Wentworth Miller, Jason Statham and Josh Holloway.

I do have to say that Chris O’Donnell and Jason Priestley might have been among the first people on the list, and Orlando Bloom is a recent drop off from this list. (It’s a what-have-you-done-for-me-lately kind of thing, and Elizabethtown wasn’t cutting it.) And, Mohinder from Heroes is on my radar, so we’ll see if he makes it here in the next few months.

*****HERE’S WHERE I NEED YOUR HELP******

When I asked Greg what his top 5 is currently, he seemed to have real trouble. So what I am hoping with this post is that you can help me name 64 incredibly sexy women, and I will construct a bracket March Madness style and we will determine Greg’s number one (as well as Final Four, and hopefully one more woman that he probably forgot). I will post this bracket up, and you might as well toss in suggestions for men too, because I will build a bracket of sexy men and post it for the fun of it.

A few women that are Greg’s type: Keri Russell (aka Felicity), Zhang Ziyi, Kiera Knightly, he’s in Angelina camp, Portia diRossi, Rebecca Gayheart, Heather Graham, Tia Carrere (a la Wayne’s World) etc.

So please include names of celebrities of all sexes, gay crushes and straight crushes and have fun!

Ah yes, like Greg mentioned, the high school reunion. Here’s my graduating class portrait.

I’m so proud to be a graphic designer.

But for real, everyone looked fantastic. People must have been doing nothing but working out or something in the past ten years. And everyone was pleasant and personable, and I had a great time!

As for what I was really like in high school…well…this is the image before that darn cast of 90210 ruined it. HA!

Let me point out a few things.

Exhibit A: Welch’s grape juice. Note that we are all “drunk.” Yet, we have failed to remove the evidence of what we were drunk from thinking that we would remember ourselves fondly as crazy partying lushes. Thank god we have blossomed and have discovered the real thing.

Exhibit B: We are all wearing what we called “drinking hats.” We all decided to buy them because we believed that this is what cool frat boys wear when they go drinking. Since then, I have befriended frat boys (they are in our wedding party) and realized this is far from the truth. They just need beer. And occasionally a sawed off wiffle bat.

Exhibit C: We are drinking grape juice…by ourselves in a beach home…”getting drunk”…in “drinking hats”…on senior beach week.

I think I prefer the first picture.

Selena’s ten-year high school reunion is tonight, and I am accompanying her. As long as I am by Selena’s side this evening, I will behave and be her fiance’ that she met in college, but if we happen to get separated for whatever reason, than I am making up a persona and playing off that I too was a Rockville High Ram, class of 1996.

It shouldn’t be hard to pull off, I figure I simply need to combine major events with times and places in the school. Such as:

• “You see OJ back in the news. Yeah, remember senior year when we heard the news he was found not guilty. I was in my history class, where we’re you?”
• Remember when we all got together senior year to watch that special 90210, when Dylan’s new wife, the hottie from the Noxzema commercials get accidentally killed? Yeah, it still haunts me too”

The only real concern I see is that if I do indeed look too much older than these kids, then as I bask in my convincing portrayal as a classmate, they will probably walk away trying to remember when they watched 90210 with their history teacher.

Road Trip

It was 70 degrees and sunny last Saturday morning as Selena and I set out for central Pennsylvania. We were heading to Happy Valley to introduce her to a place that meant a lot to me back in the day — Penn State University.

I spent three semesters at Penn State before transferring to Delaware. While not an alumni, I still feel strong ties to the school, especially during football season. So I got us two tickets to the Penn State vs. Temple game and a hotel in the area. Just an overnight trip, so we packed light… way too light.

We arrived late and were quickly running out of time to explore the campus before the game. In our haste, we quickly left the car, leaving an umbrella, two jackets, a sweatshirt and a rain poncho behind.

The Downpour

About an hour before kick-off the skies opened. We went from shop to shop looking for ponchos but there were none to be found. We thought we’d have luck at the shops inside, so we entered Beaver Stadium (yes, that is its name), but we were greeted by handwritten signs stating “rain gear sold out”.

I was ready to double back to the car to get what little we had, but there was a new problem. There is no re-entry into Beaver Stadium (insert sophomoric jokes here). Leaving would forfeit our tickets. If we wanted to watch the game, we had to make due with what we had on.

We tried to brave it and took our seats. The rains continued to fall through the introduction of the teams, the National Anthem, the Alma Mater and the fight song. By kick-off we were soaked through and had to go back inside.

A Good Sport

I started berating myself for not checking the forecast. I was ready to give up the game and head back to the car, but Selena wouldn’t have it. Through my self-pity, I had missed that she was smiling and still having a good time. True, she was soaking wet, but she hadn’t let it bring her down.

Selena went back to one of the sold-out shops and asked for a couple merchandise bags. She cut a hole in one and put it over her head. It looked silly and fit like a straight jacket, but Selena was not deterred. We went back to our seats and sat our in the rain until the fourth quarter (when the game was well in hand and the second-string was in). Then we agreed it was time to go get dry.

I call Selena a “princess” a lot, but I was the one who deserved a tiara that day. Selena was as good a sport as I could have asked for, except for one thing: she was rooting for Temple! As much as I tried, I couldn’t convince her that “We Are… Penn State!”

Anyone who knows what a Top 8 is, this post is for you.

It’s a top five site on the whole Internet, but still, MySpace is fraught with problems: the code is scandelously ugly, too much spamming, Tom is nearly forced on you when you arrive.

These are also problems about how to use MySpace, things we have the power to deal with, if we can get a consensus. Therefore, in the efforts to improve the experience I offer my musings about MySpace etiquette…

• If you and a friend have a falling out, is it appropriate to delete them from your MySpace friends? (This question was first asked on Molly’s blog)

• Is it wrong to not accept a strange person or strange band as a friend? How about not accepting someone you recognize but aren’t particuarly close with?
• What are the parameters for friend poaching (i.e., you see someone you know listed as a friend’s friend)? Do you need to know them yourself, or is the friend of my friend my friend?
• Is it wrong to take down someone’s comment because it was offensive? What if it wasn’t but it played loud audio or video? What if it didn’t do that either, but it included an image that was too wide and broke the structure of your site (I’m expecting only the web designers are still with me here).
• Is it expected that two people both set to “in a relationship” should list each other in the #1 foreman position of their Top 8, or is it enough just to include your significant other in your Top 8 (and if you have expanded to 12, 20 or 24, does your significant other still need to be among the first 8)?

Feel free to share your thoughts on any or all topics. If you want to visit our MySpace pages. Here is mine, here is Selena’s.

I would like to highlight yet another movie on my list of “so-bad-it’s-good.”

The Jack Frost slasher film that does not star Michael Keaton about an oh-so-inconspicuous serial killer snowman.

I love Pride and Prejudice. The movie, the BBC series, the book… Greg caught part of the Kiera Knightly Pride and Prejudice, I think, Kiera Knightly being the keyword that got him to come anywhere near it. Afterwards he asked, “Why on earth would anyone own a 10-hour extended version of this when they can just get the two hour movie?”

Ironically, Greg owns every extended version of Lord of the Rings, of which one movie (his version) is almost 3/4 the length of the entire BBC series. And while having the extra four hours of the BBC mini series goes further in-depth into key plot points and character developement of the timeless classic otherwise missing from the movie, let me tell you the basic gist of the extra footage of the Lord of the Rings…

orc death
orc death
orc gets something cut off
Happy happy Bilbo birthday
hairy toes
hairy toes
“alternate endings #382-437″ to Return of the King
Orlando Bloom has a mohawk

I would also like to point out, that I don’t think Greg has even watched all of his special features on the LOTR, so I’m not sure if he even knows about Orlando mohawk and how “cool” it was that they all have tattoos of elvin numbers. But he does stand by the fact that LOTR extended edition is soooooooo much more worth it than Pride and Prejudice!