Cornhusker Monkeys

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun
--Bruce Springsteen, "Nebraska"

Well, not the most pleasant song to be quoting from, but it carries the name of the future spot of the Monkey House, Lincoln, Nebraska.

That's right, Monkey (whose real name is DOCTOR Monkey, in case you didn't know), has been offered and has accepted a job with the Counselling Psychology Department at the University of Nebraska--Lincoln (they like to abbreviate it UNL, but we all know that is really the University of Northern Louisiana). Hooray!

Her job starts in January, and I'm going to stay at my school until the end of next school year (what is that? Um, June 2007). So, as much fun as our Internship seperation of 2004-5 was, we thought we'd do a miniaturized version for six months of 2007. Of course, six months and 500 miles is infinitely different than a year and 2000 miles (which is a pretty good Pretenders song--remember I like the Pretenders?). Anyway, it is deep in the future (by my standards), and I'm sure I'll be bringing all manner of somethings up about it in the future. Everyone should be happy to know, however, that at this point a) Monkey does not ever twirl a baton on the front lawn and b) I do not own, nor plan to possess, a sawed-off .410.

In an related/unrelated vein, I always wondered one thing about the song, "Nebraska": How did they find TEN people in the bad lands of Wyoming? When I was there, I was on the Interstate in broad daylight, and I think I only saw five people in two days or so.

Martin Sheen. Nothing to say about him. "Nebraska" just got me to thinking. Sissy Spacek, too, now.

The NCAA Tourney is kicking my butt. My first round picks were not very good, but I am still alive. I have potential to do well, I just didn't pick the right upsets. JPB is on top of our Mizzou pool. Congrats to him. My Favorite Berry is right behind him. That girl never ceases to amaze me. She's got skills. I wouldn't be surprised if she DID have nunchuck skills! Monkey and I are swimming around in the middle waters, while our old poker/Trivial Pursuit nemesis, Doctor Phat is benthic as a mu'v'.

A single-location happy hour with Coach B (back from the Heartland Hailstorm Tour), Aunt James (just all geeked up for Built to Spill--in APRIL), and Boring Election (who may actually vote, this time--also in April). The Monkey appeared after a presentation in Fulton, and we (Monkey and I), pushed our dinner plans back to tonight, on account of St. Patrick and the late hour. Watched a little ball and hit the hay. Monkey dreamed of Sunday, since Boring Election invited us over to watch The Sopranos, and Monkey hasn't been able to watch it since we have no pay station access here at the Monkey House.

In an odd coincidence Monkey and Boring Election found out last night that they are sisters in PJs, as both of them have Monkeypants! What a small world (with a plethora of Monkeypants designs, too).

Yesterday was my parents wedding anniversary. Thirty-eight! Wish them a good one, and tell them, next time, don't get married on a holiday (especially one in mid-March--it snowed on their wedding day in B-more).