i was talking to zach the other day, and i said something that i need to save for posterity:

i want to play more guitar
and take more pictures
and record more electronica
and work on websites
and get better at poker
and datamine professional baseball

this is just a reminder that whenever i feel bored, i have a lot of shit i'm actually interested in. so i shouldn't ever be bored.

i also had this conversation with zach

niv: i'm technically junior around here, which fucking sucks, by the way
zach: what does that even mean
niv: it means everyone can tell me what to do. no matter how dumb they are.

it's the truth.

there's a bathroom around the corner from where i sit at work. it has the requisite 2 urinals and 3 stalls, one stall being a handicapped stall. so working here since last august, i've noticed one guy in a wheelchair. i've seen him around a few times, and i'm pretty sure there's no one else here who could qualify as 'handicapped'. whenever i go into the bathroom for, uh, stall-related activities, i always ponder going in to the handicapped, spacious stall. sometimes i go for it, other times i don't on the off chance that the one person who can use that stall without remorse might come in the bathroom while i'm in there.

so i was using the urinal the other day, and i noticed that the handicapped stall door was closed. of course, whilst urinating, the handicapped guy came in, and i did my damndest not to miss the urinal or start laughing aloud. he waited and waited, and finally the toilet flushed and out emerged a very, very sheepish guy, who immediately said "sorry again". so... HE'S DONE IT BEFORE? it was so seinfeldian, i didn't know what to do with myself.

tonight is the big fantasy baseball draft. i have my keepers set: santana, harden, derrek lee, sizemore, andruw jones. i'll be drafting 9th due to my close-ass second place finish last year to thad's one magic loogie club. my moniker this year? "that flips a mango", which apparently is how cubans say "that's unbelievable". except, you know, they say it in spanish. this is all according to npr, so don't hold me to it. i'm looking forward to the draft, even if i feel a little underprepared. i always feel a little underprepared.

at some point since the rose bowl, people across the internet got their teeth into nfldrafthome.com. i can't explain it, but the site gets 25-40 hits a week day, even though we haven't done anything with it since january. starting early next week we, we being chad, geoff, and myself, we should be churning out some stuff there pretty regularly. if you have any interest, take a look. and if you wanna contribute, let me know, because bringing on a few more peeps to write wouldn't be bad at all.

speaking of my family of sites, at some point i'm going to try to get the music review site a little more visibility by moving it to my awknerd.com domain. awknerd hosts some music that zach, arjune, and myself made at some point, as well as music that zach and myself are making going forward. i'll probably move that to a more low-profile site... like music.elscorcho.org! it just makes sense, so that switch is coming. also, we have a few new reviews and a new track, so click on both those links and consume, consume, consume. it's good for you. also, if you have any interest in reviewing music with pretty much no editorial constraints, let me know.

i touched on a bunch of stuff, but of course i left one big ass thing unmentioned until now - tournament. it just tipped off while i'm writing this, with wichita state and seton hall going at it. as some may know but probably many do not, i love me some nova, and i have been following them since november of this year. i like them to win it all - scrappy four guard offenses that are athletic enough to hold their own on the boards against uconn and would have beaten the best frontcourt in the country (texas) if they hadn't had the worst shooting night of the year? count me freakin in. i love me some nova. anyways, i'm taking tomorrow off to watch tourney and will be pretty underground until early next week when i will reflect on how awful my brackets are 2 rounds in to it.

also, i have 2.5 freakin work days until freakin vegas.

thanks for indulging me.