Yesterday, I was at Spumoni and observed the further organization of The Big Kahuna's ever expanding DVD collection. It had been color-coded by genre, but it simply wasn't easy enough to navigate so the Kahuna commissioned its complete alphabetization by title, in addition to the categorization by genre and a complete computerized list one can refer to...almost like at the Berea library. Its all quite impressive. He also gave me two pairs of sneakers, one was a beautiful pair of white Nikes, the other set were black and with electroluminescent orange trim. I wore them to work today to some very strange looks, it prompted one middle aged women to comment "those would be good for me kids to trick or treat in, whered you get them?" To which I answered quite sheepishly "My father got them for me". Tonight, I will be venturing out to the Intracoastal Waterway on my partner's boat to catch some fish. I'm pretty excited by this idea, I feel like Captain Ahab. Mark doesn't ever keep any fish he catches, instead he gently and politely tosses them back in...I informed him I intend to do things a bit differently tonight. I want to put a little fear and gratitude into these lucky sea vermin, so I'm bringing a knife to threaten them with before I throw them back....think about what a great story those fish will have to tell their family when they return home that night. "I coulda been killed! He wasn't satisfied with stabbing me in the mouth with a metal hook, the maniac pulled a knife on me!!" I'm helping these fish to value what a gift life truly is. How come I wasn't born with the Mastandrea gene that predetermines you to enjoy a baseball game? I like John's idea for the drink and the hammock...but the ballgame would just be a buzzkill for me. I once shared a hammock with John at Joe Fatone Sr.'s house, and we watched a man named "Hat" jumping on a trampoline as he deliberately tried to break his own neck. John motioned to JoeSr., pointed at the uncoordinated acrobat and said "that there would be a high potential for liabililty". My uncle agreed...moments later my cousin Steve somersaulted onto the trampoline from the roof. Well time for me to scoot.