What's in a name?

Or, Metaphorical Musings on Matrimony, Matchmaking and Miles Davis. (listening to "High Hopes" by Pink Floyd)

By now, most of you are thinking.. Wait.. Madjai's blogging on a tuesday... Sure wish I would have caught House last night so I'd know what the #*!! he is going to talk about. Heh heh.. how well you know me, my blogging friends. How well you know me. [Note- before I begin here, I'd like to mention that the above song will be played on a loop throughout the entire time I write this blog. It has the most hauntingly beautiful piano hook I've ever heard. If you don't know the song... here is your official carved-in-stone, gold-stamped kick-in-the-ass sealed invitation to do so. Right now. Go.]

You all know how much I hate (and yet use so often) sidebars in my blog, so I'll get this out there right now: I'm writing this entry with two broken bones. That's right, kids- Madjai was playing softball, and in the most bonehead move since Buckner's ball off the pebble, I broke a small bone in my wrist, and earned myself a compaction fracture in my elbow on the same fall. Chicks just DIG a guy who can't run the bases. And I wonder why I have to watch TV alone... sigh.

The prompting line in this week's (and season finale) episode of the only TV I'll watch was uttered by an actress that I've always thought was a tad overrated. However, Sela Ward's performance as House's ex-(wife? girlfriend? fiance?) was spot-on and a just fiery enough. Her line to House, as Season One ends: "You were the one. Always will be. But I can't be with you."

... [blink, blink] ...

Does this happen? I mean, clearly it does. The logic she uses (See the episode. I can't go into it all here. It spans at LEAST two whole shows) seems tight enough... but come on. Girls, back me up here. Isn't the whole point of being "the one," that you're the guy she spends her whole life with? The one she's willing to wear the ridiculous (and hot) lingerie for? The one who DOESN'T get laughed at when you reveal your stupidest and most foolish insecurity? ... Tell you what, I'll take back that petition. Let's ask Keanu Reeves what it means to be "the one." After all, he got three movies and ended his career as the chosen one with a cross of light eminating from his forehead. I didn't hear Trinity coming up behind him and saying, "Yeah. You're the one. But..."

Maybe she's right. Maybe life really isn't about finding that one person who's perfect for you, and holding on to them forever. Maybe life really is about finding someone who you can get along with. Even if that means settling for something you know isn't as good. Can you really go to the Outback and order a cheeseburger? Maybe that's how it is... Maybe that's how it should be. I've always been a bit too idealistic for my own good. Certainly the events of my own life tend to lean towards the philosophy of "Get what you can." But aren't the rewards of getting what you've always wanted and never lost sight of enough to make the journey worth it all? Or is there a point when you should simply cut your losses and say,

"You know what, I'll just have the salad."

Cast your vote!!

Step right up and make your voice heard!! (listening to: "Superman is Dead" by Our Lady Peace)

That's right, folks. Time to make yourself known, and influence history just a little bit. I have grown both completely ambivalent and simultaneously whimsical about my physical appearance. So, like a bad reality TV show, I offer this choice to you, the blogging public!

-WHO WANTS TO SHAVE AN AMERICAN GOATEE-

Since I began my new job, I've had my often-on, sometimes-off goatee. Now it's up to you: Do I keep the manly, rugged, outdoorsy (curiously mainstream... sad) goatee? or do I become shorn and regain my boyish good looks? Cast your votes! Once there are at least nine comments on this blog post, I shall let majority rule.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Madjai! I've just stumbled upon your blog, and wish to take part in this monumentous event! But I don't know what to base my opinion on! Show me my options?" Well, young visitor... ask and you shall recieve.

OR

The polls are open!!