I heard something clever last week and thought I'd post it here:

You know the end of the world is near when....

... the best rapper is white
... the best golfer is black
... the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese
... the French call Americans arrogant
... the Germans don't want to go to war

Crazy times we live in. But I guess one thing stays constant: Kenyans dominating the Boston Marathon. A friend I knew in college was telling me stories once about when he was doing missions work in Kenya. There were these two towns that were like 20-30 miles apart, and they had to travel between those two towns kind of regularly. He said that the locals would just run the distance like it was nothing. Not only that, but pick up their heavy speaker equipment or whatever other stuff they had, strap it to their backs and just go. No wonder they always win those marathons. Makes you wonder if normal humans like us should even bother trying.

I had one of the worst mornings in a long time. Don't feel like writing about it now in detail. Anyways, I feel better so it's all good. Plus I got an unexpected email from someone I hadn't talked to or seen in a while, which made the day a little better.

I forgot to mention in my Easter Blog that I watched Anger Management with Olivia over the weekend. I thought it was pretty good, consider it "recommended" by the prestigious Dudo509 Blogspot Movie Division. It reinforced my high opinions of Jack Nicholson and Marisa Tomei.

But I think the old Adam Sandler is gone for good, if we didn't know that already. I wish he would do more stuff like Happy Gilmore or Billy Madison, but I guess chicks don't dig the vulgarity and weirdness as much. They seem to prefer the more cutesy stuff like Big Daddy, Waterboy, or Wedding Singer. (I haven't seen Wedding Singer but I figure it fits that category) Hardcore fans would probably say he sold out, so that his movies would make more money, and so he could score more with the ladies.

Another thing I should've said in my last blog was Happy Birthday to Anuj, Jeff, and Tuan. Don't know if you guys read this page but oh well. Sorry I didn't make it to your dinner or to the Buzz, but you can take comfort in the grand honor of being mentioned in my blog.