I might make a regular feature of this on alexwayne.com (promises, promises.), because there's just so many stories like this one.
Jason Wahler, whose claim to fame is the absolutely dreadful MTV show "Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County," needs his ass kicked. (I tried to watch the show, once, but gave up after about five minutes -- even though pretty much all the girls were in bikinis -- because I couldn't understand what the fuck the kids were talking about. It was like they were speaking a foreign language. God I'm old.)
I mean, just look at this guy. Even if he weren't an asshole -- and he is most definitely that -- he'd need his ass kicked.*
*To be fair, this would've been applicable to the author at 20 years of age, too.
One of the most entertaining writers at the Washington Post convinced a famous and brilliant classical violinist to take his Stradivarius and set up shop at a Metro station during rush hour, incognito and unannounced, just to see what happened. I'd like to think that I would have stopped, but I'm not sure. It's an amazing story -- at turns depressing and uplifting and surprising. The video clips are cool, too (the violinist, Josh Bell, is amazing). I suspect the story will win a Pulitzer next year. The writer said in an online chat that he's received more than 1,000 e-mails from all over the world, and more than 100 people told him the story made them cry, a response that surprised him.
I can't quite put my finger on why someone might cry over the story, or whether they would be tears of joy or sadness or both, but somehow I understand that they could. I didn't, of course, being a big tough guy and all, but the story kind of left a lump in my throat. Again, not sure why.
I was going to send out a blast e-mail to a bunch of people about it but then I remembered, hey, I've got a blog.
This is what happens in my office when you hate on the leader of the greatest college basketball team since Bill Walton's Bruins.
