Ann and I went out with Scott Friday night to the Skellig in Waltham. There was a great cover band playing called "The Swinging Johnsons." Wags tried to get them to play "Pour Some Sugar on Me" but they wouldn't do it - they stuck mostly to the classic cheese of the 70s/early 80s (i.e. Don't Stop Believin'). I find it funny that if they play at your wedding, they will call themselves The Johnson Brothers.

Normally I don't much like when bands sell out and have their song as the soundtrack to a commercial. But something about Ween's "Ocean Man" being in that Honda Civic ad makes me smile. Perhaps it makes me think of "Where'd the Cheese Go?"

I really hope this doesn't happen to me.

In a bigger upset than Virginia Tech beating Miami, yesterday Ann and I saw Dartmouth take down undefeated Harvard 30-16 yesterday, spoiling the 100th birthday of Harvard stadium. Among other great plays, Dartmouth's kicker made a 50 yard field goal, by far the longest I've ever seen in Ivy League football. The weather was great, as well - 70 degrees on November first - thank you ExxonMobil!

Last night we finally saw School of Rock. It was maybe the funniest movie since Happy Gilmore - definitely funnier than Old School, which was my previous pick for the 21st century. I just hope Jack Black stays off the coke so he doesn't end up like his chubby comedic predecessors.