9.30.2006

Men My Mom Would Have Dated.

John Glenn
Why she would have dated him: He's white. He's from the Midwest. He was an astronaut. He's an American Hero.
Why she wouldn't have dated him: He's a Democrat. He's 20 years older than her.
Conclusion: She definitely would not have dated him, but would have been flattered nonetheless.

Spot The Fake Headline.

A. Half Of U.S. Businesses Are Home Based.








B. Kazakh Journalist Denied Access To White House Briefing.









C. War-Torn Middle East Seeks Solace In Religion.
FAKE! (via The Onion).




Post your guess in the comments. Answer revealed Monday.

Common Search Words Used To Find The Official Site Of Grant Miller, Vol. VIII

9.29.2006

This Week's Winners And Losers, Sept. 23 To Sept. 29, 2006

Winner: Uncle Sam
Why he's a Winner: He's patriotic! He loves America! He stands for the good, ole U.S. of A! He wants you!












Loser: Your uncle Sam that molested you in junior high.
Why he's a Loser: He still wants you!

The Best Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. II

Situation:
I told off a car dealer.
Date:
Summer 2000
The Story: We bought a lemon 2000 Toyota Corolla. After repeatedly taking it in for various problems, I got upset and called the dealer. I told him the car was a lemon. I told him I was a news reporter and would make sure people knew about his shoddy business (my usual weak defense). He seemed unimpressed. I asked to speak to his manager. Just before he transferred me I muttered "Cocksuckingsonovabitch." He paused. "What did you say," he asked. "You heard me, muthafucka." He transferred me to the manager. A few weeks later we sold the car to some dumbass college kid.

9.28.2006

Focus On The Fantasy Football.

Each week, Grant Miller will answer your Fantasy Football questions in this space. You can e-mail your questions by clicking here. Be sure to put Attn: Dear Mr. Fantasy in the subject field. Please include your full name, hometown and state. Be aware, due to the large volume of submissions received, Grant Miller cannot guarantee personal responses or answers to all questions.

Dear Mr. Miller,

I have managed to stick my head up my own ass. Could you please offer advice on how I can extricate my brain from my bowel? I realize this is not fantasy football related, but I am stuck.

Andres M.
Edinville, FL

GM: I get this question a lot every season - it's more common than you may think. Many fantasy football owners are merely curious about their own ass. Others do it for laughs. But it's no joking matter if your head is caught there. My advice is to eat a sensible diet and avoid spicy foods because that may only lead to irritation. Talk to your family doctor about ways to extricate your head such as exercise, relaxation training or meditation. Your doctor may suggest you speak to a counselor about things that are bothering you.

Mars Needs More Celebrities.

The top news story on Yahoo this afternoon was about the Mars Rover.

After 21 months, it reached the rim of a giant crater. It then stood there and took a few totally boring pictures - like a moron tourist at the Grand Canyon.

Did you know Mars rovers have been around since the 1970s? Did you know rocks from Mars land on Earth all the time? Did you know the tallest mountain in the Milky Way is on Mars? No.

Did you know Mars is boring? Yes!

Unless you're one of those guys that totally gets into rocks and sand. Or one of those guys that totally gets into outer space. Otherwise, it's boring as shit. There's nothing to do except take pictures of rocks. There's no place to go and there are no aliens. If Mars was a city it would be Omaha.

If NASA intends to hold my interest for future space exploration, things must change:

  • More lasers.
  • More groovy techno beats.
  • More cool looking people with shiny clothes and big sunglasses. Or really thin robot sunglasses.

On second thought, maybe I've been spending too much time at shadowy underworld sado-masochistic biker bar not far from here.

The Best Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. I

Situation:
My mailman was confused.
Date:
Spring 2004
The Story: Our mailman occasionally delivers our neighbor's mail to us by mistake. When that happens, I run their mail over before they notice. One time, our mailman accidentally delivered some letters to us that were meant for a neighbor. One item was a catalog. A Victoria's Secret catalog. It was a pretty nice fucking day.

503!

This is the 503rd post at The Official Site Of Grant Miller. That one post the other day was post 500!

9.27.2006

An Open Letter To Dallas Cowboys Wide Receiver Terrell Owens.

Dear Dallas Cowboys wide receiver Terrell Owens,

I read the news today with great saddness. I never knew you felt this way. You could have come to me.

Two years ago, I traded a first-round fantasy football draft pick to my sister for you! A first rounder! Can you believe it? I had high hopes for you and Donovan McNabb.

But your statitics last year in Philadelphia were disappointing. You had a few good games before being suspended and traded to Dallas. First you upset Donovan McNabb, but more importantly you disappointed me.

This summer, I declined to protect you as a franchise player and let you slip into the free agent draft. I could have re-drafted you with an early pick, but didn't want the headache. You never even made it to my draft cheat sheet. But I never meant to hurt you.

After hearing the news, I can't help feeling mildly responsible. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. Until then, you will be in my thoughts. But not on my fantasy team.

Sincerely,
Grant Miller, Esq.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. C

Situation:
I made a list of the 100 worst things that have ever happened to me and people from around the world found humor in my misfortune.
Date:
May 2, 2006 to September 27, 2006
The Story: I've kept detailed notes my entire life of every minor infraction, dilemma, problem or depression I've ever faced. This allows me to never forget who has crossed me and apply revenge accordingly. I began posting these notes last spring. Surprisingly, many readers found humor in my misfortune. This made me very sad. As result, I plan to discontinue listing the worst things that have ever happened to me. Instead, I will post the best things that have ever happened to me. Of course, new dilemmas may arise and I will post them as needed. But as of today, I've turned a new leaf. From now on, I will think positively.

9.26.2006

The Official Site Of Grant Miller Is A Great Company For Working Mothers.

Working Mother magazine released its annual list of the 100 best companies on Monday.

Again, The Official Site Of Grant Miller did not make the cut.

This comes as little surprise since The Official Site Of Grant Miller does not employ women. From the boardroom to the mail room, The Official Site Of Grant Miller is a male dominated company.

Not just men, though. White men. White, middle-class, suburban, college educated men. Not one person of color and no women. It's like the Civil Rights movement never happened.

Sure, there's no official policy forbidding women or minorities from working at The Official Site Of Grant Miller. But there's an unspoken code that permeates the entire office. If you're not white, if you're not a man, if you're not 34-years old - you can't work here.

Over the next year, I hope to change that atmosphere. The Official Site Of Grant Miller will make a point of employing people of diverse backgrounds. No one should be turned away from working at The Official Site Of Grant Miller because of their sex or ethnicity.

I will make a point to employ more working mothers over the next year. And if those working mothers happen to be highly attractive, Asian working mothers, so be it. Not just one, but two would be ideal.

I also hope to employ more African-American working mothers too. Women like Beyonce - someone who can juggle both a family and a demanding career with long hours. Of course, sometimes those long hours really are just a couple minutes. But still.

Next year, the Official Site Of Grant Miller also will employ more people of Latin ethnicity. Particularly working Latina mothers. Women like Salma Hayek or Penelope Cruz.

It is my sincere hope that one day, The Official Site Of Grant Miller will top the list of great companies for working mothers. Especially, attractive working mothers.

FYI To Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong.

Dear Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong,

October 1 is this Sunday.

Sincerely,
Grant Miller, Esq.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCIX

Situation:
I overdosed.
Date:
Spring 2005
The Story: I wake up everyday with a prune smoothie and a regimen of pills and elixirs to keep me on an even keel. One morning, I accidentally took two One-A-Day vitamins. Nothing really happened, but I felt guilty for my disobedience.

An Apology.

Dear Reader,

I apologize for my lack of posts yesterday. I was getting a facial.

Sincerely,

Grant Miller, Esq.

9.25.2006

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCVIII

Situation:
I didn't buy a timeshare.
Date:
August 1998
The Story: My unfathomably beautiful fiance and I took a vacation to Florida. We swung by Orlando for a couple days at Disney World. There was a seminar on timeshares at our hotel. They offered free tickets to the Magic Kingdom if we sat through the hour-long discussion. My wife and I decided to do it. We laughed at the thought of buying a timeshare - what kind of moron would ever buy a timeshare? We'd sit, listen to them blabber and get our free tickets. Simple plan. We entered the conference room and the presentation began. Within minutes, I leaned over to my unfeasibly gorgeous fiance and said timeshares aren't such a bad idea, maybe we should give it a chance. We continued to sit and I continued to be sold. Afterwards, a timeshare agent came over and asked whether we liked the presentation. Before I could open my mouth and ask for a contract, my unbearably pretty fiance spoke up and said we weren't interested. The agent said "ok" and handed us our free tickets.

9.24.2006

Men My Mom Would Have Dated.

Mike Ditka
Why she would have dated him: He's outgoing and funny. Appears to drink, heavily. He's a Republican. Though he is legendary in Chicago, still comes off as a bit of a dick.
Why she wouldn't have dated him: He smokes. Also appears more interested in football than antiquing.
Conclusion: She might have dated him.

Spot The Fake News.


A. Clinton Takes Stand Against Harmful UV Radiation.
FAKE! (via The Onion).










B. U.S. Labor Secretary Announces Drug-Free Work Week.











C. Congressman To Discuss Men's Health Act of 2006.

9.23.2006

Men My Mom Would Have Dated.

Jimmy Johnson
Why she would have dated him: He's handsome without being pretty. He seems like a good ole boy type. He's a Republican.
Why she wouldn't have dated him: The hair is a bit much. Unknown whether he has a drinking problem. Appears more interested in football than antiquing.
Conclusion: She probably would have dated him.

Spot The Fake News.


A. Ricky Martin To Speak Before Congress On Human Trafficking.










B. Bush Launches Preemptive Attack On Social Security.
FAKE! (via The Onion)











C. Focus On The Family Therapist Accused Of Condoning Slavery.






Post your response in the comments. Answer revealed Monday.

9.22.2006

This Week's Winners and Losers, Sept. 16 to Sept. 22

Winner: Death
Why it's a Winner: It is the only true certainty in life! It is unpredictable! You might not even finish reading this sentence! Even though it is entirely unpredictable, you can guarantee it will happen to you! Eventually!






Loser: Life
Why it's a Loser: It is entirely predictable! Everyone's life will end the same way - with death! It is filled with misery and depression and pain and loss and it's over much too soon!

Common Search Words Used To Find The Official Site Of Grant Miller, Vol. VII

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipster?

Post your answer in the comments. Idenity revealed Monday.

An Open Letter To Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

Dear Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad,

I know this is late, but welcome to the United States. Our societies could not be more different, but I hope you feel at home here.

You spoke before the United Nations on Tuesday, condemning the United States and blaming Israel for many of your region's problems. You railed against Western society and scolded our elected leaders. Quite frankly, you sounded like a lunatic, but more importantly - you did it with class.

Few political leaders have the courage to stand before the world without a tie, but you did. News pundits everywhere noted your lack of tie, but you did not care. You might believe the international media is run by Zionists, but you do it in style.

Your disregard of traditional fashion is a refreshing jolt to otherwise dreary foreign affairs. What other world leader would dare wear a light colored blazer after Labor Day? No one, that's who. Jacques Chirac might believe he's a clothes horse, but he's got nothing on your Persian chic.

Though I disagree with your politics, I respect your fashion sense. You may be a Holocaust denier, but there is no denying you've got style.

Sincerely,
Grant Miller, Esq.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCVII.

Situation:
My neighbors spoke Klingonese.
Date:
Fall 1997
The Story: My unfathomably gorgeous girlfriend and I moved into a new apartment. She was in school and I was working. We weren't around a lot. Most of our neighbors were college students. We were not close with them, but occasionally would say "hello." Shortly after we moved in, there was a festival a couple blocks from our apartment. The entire town was there. We decided to go. As we closed our apartment door, I looked down the hall and saw our neighbors. They were dressed as Klingons. We left the apartment complex and headed to the festival. There, we saw our neighbors walking around, dressed as Klingons and speaking Klingonese. We moved out of the apartment a couple months later.

Report: Football Preparedness At Pre-9/11 Levels.

Each week, Grant Miller will answer your Fantasy Football questions in this space. You can e-mail your questions by clicking here. Be sure to put Attn: Dear Mr. Fantasy in the subject field. Please include your full name, hometown and state. Be aware, due to the large volume of submissions received, Grant Miller cannot guarantee personal responses or answers to all questions.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,

I don't really give two squirts about football but don't want my friends to think I am a pansy. How can I keep my masculinity and still watch cooking shows on Sundays?

Michael K.
Chicago

GM: Great question, Mike. Can I call you Mike? I can? Super. This is a serious dilemma for many lukewarm fantasy football owners. But your problem is unique. I did some digging and learned your friends don't think you're a pansy. That's because you have no friends. And it also appears you have no job. And by all indications, you soon will be homeless. Other than that, you seem like a great guy. Good luck with your team!

9.21.2006

Does God Want You To Be Rich? No!

This week's Time Magazine cover asks "Does God Want You To Be Rich?"

Some churches believe God wants followers to obtain wealth and further spread the gospel. Others call it heresy, that money has become a false idol. Both sides base their arguments in the Bible and have legions of followers.

I believe both sides are equally incorrect.

God does not want you to be rich. God does not want you driving through rush-hour traffic in an $80,000 Jaguar XK-Convertible while a single mother of four rides the bus to her second job. God does not want you vacationing in your ocean front mansion while a few miles away a disabled veteran sleeps in a homeless shelter.

Nor does God want you to be that single mother of four or that homeless veteran.

God is fickle. God's message is not always clear. God works in ways beyond our comprehension.

But I believe God loves everyone equally, regardless of financial status. As long as you believe, God loves you. It does not matter how much is in your bank account.

More importantly, God loves me very much. Probably more than you. And God wants me to be rich. Very, very rich. Not you. Me.

Too bad you poor ignorant, bastards!

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCVI

Situation:
I began a blog.
Date:
Sept. 21, 2005.
The Story: For a long time, I believed only assholes had their own blogs. This was mainly because my friend, Markos Moulitsas, had his own blogging empire and I was terribly jealous. I would seethe this envy to other friends and they always suggested I start my own blog. "No, blogging is for assholes," I'd respond. Last summer, I wrote a couple articles on parenting. I knew neither could be published in any legitimate parenting magazine. They were funny, but filled with swears. I liked the stories and wanted to see them published. I considered a blog. "Nah. Why post these stories for free? I've never written anything that I wasn't paid for, why start now? Besides only assholes have their own blog." The stories sat on my desk. After serious soul searching, I clicked over to Blogger and sought my own site. "This is such a bad idea," I thought. A lot of time has passed and I've written far more than ever expected. I'm no longer conflicted about blogs and bloggers, though. I can now confirm with near certainty that only assholes have their own blogs.

9.20.2006

I Make Generalizations About The People Who Visit My Blog.

I keep a running diary of every person that has ever glimpsed my blog. I know where they come from and pretend to know exactly where they live. Their phone numbers. The routes they take home from work. Their daily routines. Nothing serious.

Since I don't really know who reads this blog, I've made a few logical assumptions about some visitors based on where they come from. Examples:


  • The Parisian: Someone in Paris bookmarked my blog and reads it a few times a week. I don't know anyone in France and rarely write anything of interest to the French. So I assume this reader is expatriate author and radio personality David Sedaris. He lives in France and obviously would find my blog fascinating.
  • The New Yorkers: I get a lot of visitors from New York. It's a big city and evidently people surf blogs while working. But since I don't personally know anyone in the Big Apple, most New York visitors probably are book or movie agents. They also may be Woody Allen or several members of the New York Knicks. Or Thurston Moore.
  • The Californians: I know a few Californians, but doubt they know about blogs. Still, I get a lot of traffic from the West Coast. Clearly, these visitors are big name movie producers. They also may be Hollywood starlets curious about what I'm really like, playing with their golden locks, quietly giggling at one of my silly jokes. Stephen Malkmus also checks it out every once in awhile. And Morrissey too.
  • Everyone Else: Unless you come from one of these places, I assume you're like me - extremely dull and not particularly attractive.

The Odds.

Favorites..................Underdogs
"Prison Break"....................6....................Abu Ghraib reruns
"House"...............................2...................."This Old House"
"The Amazing Race"..........31/2................Whites
The black team.....................2...................."Masterpiece Theater"
"Two And A Half Men".......3....................A college degree
"Friends" repeat...................5...................."The Class"
"Seinfeld" repeat...................81/2................"Old Christine"
No deal...................................Pick 'em.......Deal
"CSI: NY".................................2...................."CSI: Tulsa"
"How I Met Your Mother"...4..................."Wife Swap"
Shark Week............................6..................."Shark"
"The Bachelor".......................2...................Rome
"America's Funniest Home Videos".....61/2.........America
"Without A Trace".................4...................."Vanished"

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCV

Situation:
I was unaware an elderly woman was flirting with me.
Date:
December 2005
The Story: I was shopping at the Jewels with my kids. The store was busy and we were in the check-out line for awhile. An older woman behind us struck up a conversation. "You have such lovely daughters," she said. "I have a couple of grandsons - if you can believe I'm a grandmother." I believed her. Actually, there was no doubt in my mind. There was no reason to lie about such a thing since she clearly had a grandmother quality about her. "You're quite brave, taking your daughters to the store during the dinner rush," she said, smiling at me. "I don't know many men brave enough to do that." We continued to chat some while I watched the kids. The clerk rung me up. The grandmother then spoke to the clerk: "Have you seen a father as brave as this handsome young man? Taking his daughters to the store at a time like this. And so handsome, too." I began to blush. The clerk looked at me as to say "What the fuck?" I raised my eyebrows and sighed. The bagger finished my groceries and I headed to the door. "Nice to meet you," I said to the older woman. "You too," she responded with a wink. I went home and took a cold, cold shower.

9.19.2006

I'm Not One To Offer A Helping Hand.

Some neighbors were moving over the weekend.

"Looks like the Harris' across the street are moving today," my wife said.

"Yep."

Our families are not close. We say hello. We wave. But it doesn't go much further. I've never set foot in their house nor they in mine.

I knew what my wife was hinting. She thought I should at least offer a hand. I kept quiet.

"I never knew how much stuff they had. Just the two of them," she said.

"Yep."

She knew that if I offered a hand, I'd quickly be turned away. But I'd look like a hero.

"I feel bad. It doesn't even look like they hired real movers. I think that's their son helping them."

"Yep."

The Bears game was on.

"Why don't you go over and see if they need some help. Who knows? You might even get inside and see what their house is like."

She had a point. I'm very nosey about other people's houses. Sure, I shake my head at their hideous interior design, but another person's bad taste always provides me with a sense of pride when I get home. I'd never seen the Harris home and figured it was filled with Hummels and Precious Moments - the kind of stuff that makes me laugh.

Halftime was approaching and the game already was out of reach. I slipped on my shoes and walked across the street.

As I got nearer, I realized that wasn't the Harris' son. In fact, I didn't see the Harris' anywhere around. And the movers were not being very careful with the merchandise. I peeked in the house and saw they had ransacked the place.

"Hey, do you guys need some help moving," I asked.

That's when I realized these men were not movers. They were robbers.

I walked back home and told my unfathomably beautiful wife the Harris' didn't need any help. The second half was starting soon.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCIV

Situation:
George W. Bush was sworn in as the 43rd President of the U.S.
Date:
Jan. 20, 2001
The Story: No explanation necessary.

9.18.2006

Chocolate Vs. Vanilla.

Whole Foods' sandwich cookies are the greatest culinary delight the world will ever know. They are perfect. They are delicious. They have no equal. Everyone else should give up.

There are three varieties of the Whole Foods' sandwich cookies - chocolate, vanilla and a combination of those.

The chocolate is delicious. It makes Oreo Cookies taste like horseshit. Complete and total horseshit. The Whole Foods brand chocolate sandwich cookie is perfect. Nabisco, makers of Oreo Cookies, can go fuck themselves. That's how good the Whole Foods chocolate sandwich cookies are.

But I slightly prefer the Whole Foods vanilla sandwich cookie. But barely. It's hideously buttery and makes my mouth tingle from sugar. Like the Whole Foods chocolate sandwich cookie, the vanilla sandwich cookie also is perfect and cannot be touched. They make me cry.

But the combination sandwich cookie is not perfect. When I go to Whole Foods, I buy one box of vanilla, another of chocolate and a combination. The vanilla usually goes first and the chocolate is gone almost as quickly.

The combination box may sit around for weeks, barely opened.

The other day, I opened the pantry door and searched for a snack. I found nothing. But as I closed the door, I glimpsed the combination box toward the back, bottom shelf.

I opened the door again. I stared at the box and closed the door in frustration. I didn't want the combination cookie. In fact, the thought of combining the vanilla and chocolate cookies revolted me.

I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead. It was delicious. But as I stood, waiting for the bread to toast, it hit me:

"Why am I such a racist?"

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCIII

Situation:
I sullied the good name of the 1985 Chicago Bears.
Date:
December 25, 2004
The Story: My in-laws gave me Madden 2004 for Christmas. After everyone was asleep, I snuck down and flipped on the XBox and popped the game in. Immediately, I chose the 1985 Bears as my team. I played a couple games on the easiest level. It was too easy and my team won handily. I turned it to the highest difficulty level, confident that my 1985 Chicago Bears would continue to win, but the challenges would make gameplay more exciting. Suddenly, Walter Payton could barely break the line of scrimmage. Mike Singletary allowed opposing running backs to walk past him. And Jim McMahon was no longer punky. It was late in the fourth quarter with the opposing team - the 2004 Chicago Bears - up by an insurmountable lead when I hit reset rather than allow my 1985 Chicago Bears suffer the loss. I never spoke of that night again.

9.17.2006

People I Vaguely Look Like, Vol. XX

A common worker ant
(pachycondyla verenae)
How I vaguely look like it: I don't really look like a common worker ant, but we both go about our daily lives with very little fanfare. We also both have giant mandibles that protrude far from our heads. I also regurgitate my food for later use.

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipster?

Post your answer in the comments. Identity revealed Monday.

9.16.2006

People I Vaguely Look Like, Vol. XIX

That one guy that works at your Blockbuster.
How I vaguely look like him: I don't really look like that one guy that works at your Blockbuster, but we both give condescending looks to people with poor taste in movies. He does it because that's his job. I do it because I'm a jerk.

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipsters?

Post your answers in the comments. Identity revealed Monday.

Common Search Words Used To Find The Official Site Of Grant Miller, Vol. VI

9.15.2006

This Week's Winners And Losers, Sept. 9 to Sept 15, 2006.


Winners: Terrorists
Why they are Winners: They won! We gave in to fear! We aren't able to do simple and ordinary things! We didn't go on living our lives as usual!




Losers: Virgins
Why they are losers: They don't get to have sex. Nobody wants to have sex with them! They don't know what they are doing! They have sex with terrorists! In Heaven!







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Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipsters?

Post your answer in the comments. Identity revealed Monday.

Football: Is Your Family Ready?

Each week, Grant Miller will answer your Fantasy Football questions in this space. You can e-mail your questions by clicking here. Be sure to put Attn: Dear Mr. Fantasy in the subject field. Please include your full name, hometown and state. Be aware, due to the large volume of submissions received, Grant Miller cannot guarantee personal responses or answers to all questions.

This week, Grant Miller provides answers to questions previously posted at CBS Sportsline.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,

I drafted Darrell Jackson and then took a flier on Deion Branch; now that he was traded to Seattle I have both. What would you do here?

GM: I probably wouldn't have done that. In fact, I probably wouldn't have done anything. I don't actually football that closely. I have a fantasy football team, but I haven't put much time into it for a couple years. It's fun and cheap and makes Sundays slightly more interesting, but beyond that I don't follow it anymore. I prefer baseball and basketball. In fact, I didn't even know Deion Branch was traded until you told me. Even now, I'm not sure I know who Deion Branch is.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,

With the loss of Deion Branch, do you think it is wise to pick up Troy Brown? I need a receiver and now he is number one in New England...

Thanks,

Jim

GM: Number one in New England? That's quite a statement, don't you think? Technically, Delaware is number one in New England - it was the first state. But you can't really call Delaware New England. But if I had to choose, I would say Rhode Island is number one in New England. It's small, so limited reward, limited loss.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,

I was one of many No. 1 pick holders who drafted Larry Johnson. The Chiefs overall looked pretty poor and for some reason didn't want to get LJ his 20-plus touches. Should I be concerned/thinking about a trade already?


Josh

Washington D.C.

GM: Perhaps you should stop thinking about yourself and consider how Larry Johnson feels.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,

Who would you pick up as insurance for B. Westbrook -- Ryan Moats or Correll Buckhalter? I've read different articles saying one or the other. Please help! Thanks in advance!


Gina
Newport Beach, CA.

GM: That's a great question, Gina. I'm glad you asked. I think you should take Correll Buckhalter. But Ryan Moats would make a great pick-up, too!

Three Important Notices From The Benevolent And Honourable Site Master.

Dear Readers,

The Official Site Of Grant Miller is undergoing significant change. Allow me to explain:

Sincerely,

Grant Miller, Esq.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCII

Situation:
I had "Emo" hair.
Date:
Sept 14, 2006
The Story: I was in a hurry to pick up my daughter at school. I took a quick shower, combed my hair, got dressed and hopped in the car. I put on my sunglasses and began to back out, catching a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. It was clear I hadn't applied sufficient hair gel and my bangs were delicately hanging down toward my eyes. "Shit. I have emo hair," I thought. "People are going to think I did this on purpose." I picked up my daughter and tried not to be seen. When we got home, I applied more gel and looked like an astronaut again.

9.14.2006

An Announcement From The Benevolent And Honourable Site Master.

Dear Reader,

Plans for an ongoing video diary have a hit a snag.

I recently created a profile on YouTube with the screen name "lonelygrant15."

It seemed pretty simple - create a profile and begin a video diary detailing all the worst things that have ever happened to me and make some friends along the way.

But that's where things got tricky.

I began filming a few of the video diaries and making friends. Evidently, some thought I was a lonely, 15-year-old boy named Grant, not a 34-year-old suburban dad cruising the Internet.

Things got really sticky when I agreed to meet these "friends." These "friends" were not friends at all - they were a Dateline film crew.

Suffice to say, those video diaries are off limits until they are reviewed by a judge.

I apologize for the delay.

Sincerely,
Grant Miller, Esq.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XCI

Situation:
My friend went to see the Grateful Dead and I did not.
Date:
July 9, 1995
The Story: I was home from college and worked as a bartender aboard Chicago's First Lady. My friend, Dan, was in town from Wisconsin and called me up. He said he came to Chicago to see the Grateful Dead at Soldier Field. He said he wasn't really a big fan, but figured he'd go for posterity. I acknowledged I wasn't a huge fan either, but noted their amazing following was unique and worth checking out. I spoke to Dan a couple weeks later and he was unimpressed by the show and said I didn't miss anything. A month later, Jerry Garcia died. I didn't feel responsible at the time, but in retrospect it was probably my fault.

9.13.2006

Now More Than Ever The Nation Needs The Calming Voice Of Phil Collins To Guide Our Immigration Debate.

The issue of illegal immigration is sure to simmer throughout the 2006 election season.

An estimated 11 million undocumented immigrants live in the U.S. Many on the left believe Congress should consider comprehensive immigration reform that tightens the borders and allows undocumented immigrants a path to citizenship.

President Bush proposed sending the national guard to the Mexican border and a temporary worker program.

It's unlikely anything will be resolved before the November election. Both sides may keep the debate alive for political purposes.

Instead of turning to Minutemen volunteers or Latino groups for direction, I suggest both parties listen to the sage advice of Genesis drummer and frontman, Phil Collins.

Collins has been at the forefront of the immigration debate since 1983 when Genesis released its hit single "Illegal Alien."

Although Collins is an Englishman, his voice carries a resonance comparable only to Woody Guthrie - an American icon. Despite Collins' amazing financial wealth, he clearly speaks for the common man.

The song is a manifesto on the plight of the undocumented worker. In the recording, Collins concludes that existence as an unlawful foreign national is unpleasant.

All true patriots should listen to Collins' words when considering immigration reform.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. XC

Situation:
I partied with a nudist.
Date:
Spring 1994
The Story: I lived with a bunch of friends in a crappy house during college. Every other weekend, we'd throw a party. There was a lot of drinking and James Brown music was played. Usually the same people showed up to the parties. They were friends, neighbors and classmates. At one party, a roommate invited some friends from his track club. We didn't know these people. And from their appearance, we didn't want to know them. But we invited them in nonetheless. They drank our beer. They danced to James Brown. Everything seemed normal. I went into the bathroom. When I came out, I noticed one of these new people - a tall, thin and pasty white man with horn-rimmed glasses and unfortunate facial hair - was nude. He was dancing. And he had a very small penis. I later learned from my roommate that the nude man was a part-time nudist. He wasn't invited to any more parties.

9.12.2006

An Open Letter To B-List Celebrities.

Dear B-List Celebrity,

Last week, The Official Site Of Grant Miller saw its highest traffic levels ever. This was largely due to posts on the untimely death of crocodile hunter Steve Irwin.

Many turned to the Internet following Mr. Irwin's passing. Thanks to a Technorati glitch, many were sent to The Official Site Of Grant Miller.

Traffic has since returned to normal levels at The Official Site Of Grant Miller. This is unfortunate because, as you can tell, I speak for a generation.

That's why I'm asking you, B-List Celebrity, to die. Your untimely death guarantees your name will live on forever. More importantly, it will drive more visitors to my site.

But do not simply pass away in your sleep - that's boring and old fashioned. I suggest you die in a highly unfortunate and dramatic way. Mr. Irwin is a perfect example of how to die with zeal.

Certainly Hugh Grant has considered death as a career move. Now is the time for him to gag to death on a transvestite's penis while hopped up on crystal meth.

And Courtney Love saw what death did for her husband's career. Perhaps she should consider an unfortunate overdose at a famous Hollywood producer's home?

Although I love the work of Dave Chappelle, I would love it more if he died. Especially if he did so aboard a corporate jet with Jack Black and four hookers.

These are only suggestions. There are several B-List celebrities who should consider death to further their career - and mine!

Sincerely,
Grant Miller, Esq.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXIX

Situation:
I bored my analyst.
Date:
Summer 1992
The Story: I saw an analyst briefly while home from college. Once a week. Things began well. I vented and he doodled. He spoke with a thick South African accent which I liked since I always envisioned an analyst speaking with a thick accent. He provided some apt solutions to a string of ongoing emotional problems. But he slowly grew bored of my incessant whining. We often met after lunch. More than once I caught him nodding off, but it was difficult to tell since he had rather small, beady eyes and he wore extremely thick glasses. He also had big, bushy eyebrows. He looked vaguely similar to Leonid Brezhnev. At first, I doubted he was nodding off. So I looked closely at his face while I whined. I couldn't tell. After a few more sessions, I was pretty certain he was falling asleep. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw his head jerk up - that thing you do when you fall asleep in class. I didn't say anything. I felt bad. Certainly he didn't get his degrees to hear snot-nosed, suburban college kids whine. The fall was drawing near and I was headed back to college anyway. I later vowed to make future whining more precise and interesting.

9.11.2006

Areas Where Terrorists Have An Edge Over Americans.

  • Hummus recipes.
  • Turban folding.
  • Camel riding.
  • Al-Jazeera watching.
  • Beard hygiene.
  • Sand farming.
  • Goat herding.
  • Burqa fashion.

Things Americans Do Better Than Terrorists.

  • Drag race.
  • Create nicknames for celebrity couples ("Bennifer," "Branjelina").
  • Act in a clear, rational manner.
  • Love Raymond.
  • Wear comically large foam hands to sporting events.
  • Name each Brady child.
  • Shower.
  • Write erotic letters to Penthouse Magazine.
  • Pronounce "Nuclear" as "Nucular."

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXVIII

Situation:
I had too much of a good thing.
Date:
Spring 2006
The Story: Cinnamon Life Cereal is delicious. It is the most delicious food ever. You cannot go wrong with Cinnamon Life Cereal. Anyone who disagrees is a total motherfucking asshole. I buy a box every month for my children, but I eat most of it. Because it is quite good. My daughters might have half a cup in the morning. I typically have four bowls filled to the rim. Because Cinnamon Life Cereal is motherfucking awesome. I bought a box in May and had some for breakfast. It was splendid. Then, after lunch, I decided to have a couple more bowls. Again, it was splendid. That night after dinner - but before bed - I had another bowl for dessert. Splendid again. I repeated this routine the next day. It was a great two days. On the third day, I poured myself a bowl for breakfast and began eating. It didn't taste as good. In fact, there was no taste at all. I put down my spoon and went to the bathroom mirror. My tongue and the roof of my mouth looked beat up. I realized I probably over did it with the delicious Cinnamon Life Cereal. Everything tasted like a boot for the next few days.

9.10.2006

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipsters?

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People I Vaguely Look Like, XVIII

Eddie Van Halen
How I vaguely look like him: I don't really look like Mr. Van Halen, but we both make goofy faces when we do something really cool. He makes that face when he does that finger-tapping thing on his guitar. I do it when mowing the lawn in perfectly straight and diagonal lines.

9.09.2006

Common Search Words Used To Find The Official Site Of Grant Miller, Vol. V.

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipsters?

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People I Vaguely Look Like, Vol. XVII

Ronald McDonald
How I vaguely look like him: I don't really look like Ronald McDonald, but my wife pointed out recently that my eyebrows go really high on my forehead, much like his. We also both have clown penises.

9.08.2006

This Week's Winners And Losers, Sept. 2 to Sept. 8, 2006.

Winner: Anti-Depressants.
Why they are winners: Because they are great! They are so great! Really! Really, Really!







Loser: Depressants
Why they are Losers: I don't know. Whatever. Seriously. I don't care.

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipster?

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The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXVII

Situation:
I aged.
Date:
Sept. 6, 2006
The Story: I turned 34 on Wednesday which is no big deal. I went through my normal routine like any other day. I went to the gym that morning and hopped on a treadmill and flipped on the Mp3 player. I'd nearly forgotten my birthday when the treadmill reminded me. First, it asked for my weight - which is rude. Then it asked my age. Instinctively I typed "33," but realized that was inaccurate. I backspaced and put in "34" as my life flashed before my eyes. The treadmill sped up, forcing me to keep up or fall off. I held on and began running. The opening chords of Prince's "Purple Rain" blared on my Mp3 player. A chill went up my spine and tears swelled in my eyes. But I kept running.

9.07.2006

Are You Adequately Prepared For A Small Amount Of American Football? Grant Miller Is.

Each Thursday Grant Miller will answer your fantasy football questions in this space. You can email your questions here. Due to the number of submissions received, Grant Miller cannot guarantee a personal response to every question.

This week, Grant Miller provides mostly unhelpful answers to questions originally posted to a CBS Sportsline Fantasy Football page.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,

I am having a tough time with this first week. I drafted Ronnie Brown in the first round and he is going to be "the" guy, but with Thomas Jones starting and facing a weak Packer defense and Brian Westbrook ready to go for Week 1 against the Texans, my gut is telling me to go with Jones and Westbrook. We can only start two RBs and have no "swing" player. Conventional wisdom says to not bench Brown on the first week. I am leaning towards Jones and Westbrook or Jones and Brown. What would you do?


Dave Richard (seriously)

GM: You seem like a nice, caring person, but I it's unfair your siblings expect you to lift your grandmother out of her depression. Many people her age socialize and remain active in their community. She needs more interaction with peers - something you cannot give her. Try enrolling her in some adult education courses via the park district or community college.

Dear Mr. Fantasy,
I am in a league that requires starting three WRs. I have Randy Moss and Chad Johnson who are obvious choices, but for my third slot I need to pick between Nate Burleson, Reche Caldwell and Ernest Wilford. Who do I go with in Week 1?

Dave

Boston, MA

GM: I'm not sure. It sounds like a collapsed lifter or a worn out cam-shaft lobe. If it's either of those, the car's days are numbered, I'm afraid to say. It should be okay for a little bit. Make sure you check the oil and top it off as needed. Maybe get a case of Gunk Oil Treatment or something. But start saving for a new car, because that one ain't gonna last, Rosemary.

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXVI

Situation:
I stayed in a hostel.
Date:
Summer 1996
The Story: My unfathomably beautiful girlfriend and I decided to vacation in New Orleans. To cut costs, we planned to stay at a hostel. I'd never stayed in one but had heard good things. I envisioned beautiful, backpacking Swedes and Estonians hanging around the lobby, eating granola and reading "On The Road." That vision was shattered when we arrived. The place was run by a filthy hippie with a thick Cajun accent - not a beautiful, backpacking Swede. In fact, there were no beautiful backpackers anywhere. We paid a little more and got a room with air conditioning and a private bath. We unpacked, but my girlfriend, who was unreasonably gorgeous, sensed my tension. We hopped a trolley and headed to the French Quarter for a night of eating, drinking and tranny watching. We got back late and I realized the room stunk - that weird odor other people have. Despite the AC, everything was moist from the humidity. I tried to sleep but I wouldn't get under the covers because of cooties. After a sleepless night, we got a room at a hotel across from the French Quarter. It had a pool.

9.06.2006

As The World Mourns, The Healing Voice Of J.D. Fortune Is Silenced.

Tributes from around the world continue to pour in since the untimely death of Steve "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin on Monday.

According to the New York Times, hundreds of fans placed flowers outside the Australian Zoo - Irwin's wildlife park in Queensland. Peter Beattie, Queensland's premier, even offered a state funeral.

On Tuesday, CNN's Kyra Phillips said many Australians compared Irwin's death to those of President Kennedy or Princess Diana.

Australian Prime Minister John Howard called Irwin a "genuine, one-off remarkable Australian individual."

Certainly other global leaders will offer similar words of praise in the coming days.

But amid these heartfelt condolences, one voice remains silent.

J.D. Fortune has not offered a public statement since Irwin's death. That is shameful.

Who is J.D. Fortune? He is the lead singer of INXS - Australia's most valuable natural resource. Why hasn't he made a public announcement? I'm not sure, but it may have something to do with the fact he's Canadian.

True, he's not the lead singer of INXS. Everyone knows Michael Hutchence is the singer. But Mr. Hutchence was Australian, as are the remaining band members. Fortune is Hutchence's heir - and with that comes the responsibility to publicly laud Mr. Irwin.

Shame on you, Mr. Fortune. Shame!

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXV

Situation:
I stumped the piano player.
Date:
August, 29, 1998
The Story: My unreasonably gorgeous wife and I eloped. We were on vacation in Florida and decided to tie the knot after dating a few years. It was nice. Our ceremony was footsteps from the beach. The only witnesses were a German family who spoke limited English and wore thongs. It was quite lovely. That night, we went to the Mango Tree restaurant in Cocoa Beach. It was highly recommended and the fanciest place in town. On our way there, we flipped on the radio and heard The Beatles "In My Life," a beautiful song and certainly one of the Fab Four's most romantic numbers. We gazed into each others eyes as the song played. At the restaurant, we held our gaze as a pianist played in the background. I walked over to the pianist and asked if he knew "In My Life." He was puzzled. He monkeyed with some Beatles tunes - none of which were "In My Life." He asked me to hum it. I did. It didn't help. He asked what album it was on. "Rubber Soul," I said. Then he played "Norwegian Wood," a song about an affair. No. That wasn't it. Then he played "Nowhere Man," a song about a loser. While apt, it was not "In My Life." I wanted to punch him in the throat. Instead I placed a couple dollars in his tip jar and slouched back to my unbelievably beautiful wife.

9.05.2006

My TiVo Thinks I'm Much Straighter Than I Really Am.

"Does your TiVo think you're gay?"

I've heard this question from many people. Apparently, it's a common problem.

You give a thumbs up to "Will And Grace" or watch a little too much of the Winter Olympics and suddenly your TiVo is recording repeats of "Queer Eye" and "The Christopher Lowell Show" night and day.

I've never had that problem, but I understand it's common.

My TiVo believes I'm straight. It's correct in this assumption. But I'm not as straight as my TiVo would have you believe.

In the past week, my TiVo has recommended "Guns Of The World" twice and "Joseph Stalin" on the History Channel. It's also suggested "Mail Call" and "Battleplan." These are new suggestions.

Previously, my TiVo has recommended college football games of colleges I know nothing about and home improvement shows that are too complex for me.

But the most recent military recommendations hurt the most. Doesn't my TiVo know me by now? I'm straight - my TiVo knows this - but I'm not that straight.

Granted, I was sucked into a special on the Nazis recently. And I sometimes catch programs on natural disasters. And I love "Unsolved Mysteries." And my oldest daughter, Allison, loves programs about sharks. But my TiVo should know - I watch these fleetingly. I do not need them recommended to me.

Now I'm obligated. I have to watch these programs or else my TiVo will think less of me. It should be okay for a little while. I think the "Desperate Housewives" premiere is a few weeks away still.

A Dream Deferred.

Steven Robert Irwin
1962-2006

A Dream Deferred - By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

and then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXIV

Situation:
Nielsen Media Research called when I wasn't home.
Date:
July 27, 2006
The Story: One of my proudest moments came last fall when Nielsen Media Research selected my family for its surveys. I got a letter in the mail stating the company would document our television viewing habits and periodically call to survey our opinions on recent films. As you can imagine, I was quite excited and honored when a Nielsen researcher first called. The survey took about 20 minutes and most of the movies she asked about I'd never heard of nor seen. Nonetheless, the researcher asked if she could call again in three months. I enthusiastically agreed. My relationship with Nielsen Media researchers has blossomed since then. Every three months a researcher calls and I provide valuable opinions on upcoming movies. Those answers are my legacy, they have shaped the way the world views films and cinema will never be the same. That's why I was saddened when I returned home from vacation last month. I was flipping through the caller ID and saw "AC NIELSEN EDI." I tried dialing the toll-free number, but it just routed me to a big corporate mailbox - not the personal researchers eager for my opinions. I told my unfathomably beautiful wife and she reminded me another researcher will call soon.

9.04.2006

What's In And What's Out For Fall 2006? Grant Miller Has The Answers!

In:
Pumpkins
Rakes
Cider
Football
Long sleeves
Pants
Shoes
Sedans




Out:
Pineapples
Sunscreen
Iced tea
Baseball
T-shirts
Shorts
Flip-flops
Convertibles

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipster - Labor Day Edition!

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9.03.2006

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipsters?

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People I Vaguely Look Like, Vol. XVI

John Mark Karr
How I vaguely look like him: I don't really look like John Mark Karr, but we both have amazingly thin necks. Only mine is slightly less creepy.

9.02.2006

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipsters?

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People I Vaguely Look Like, Vol. XV

Buzz Aldrin
How I vaguely look like him: I don't really look like Col. Aldrin, but we both have ridiculously bad haircuts. He has a bad haircut because he's an astronaut and it's required. I have a bad haircut because I go to Great Clips.

9.01.2006

Common Search Words Used To Find The Official Site Of Grant Miller, Vol. IV

An Announcement From The Benevolent And Honourable Site Master Regarding A Recent Contest.

Dear Reader,

On Monday, I posted a cryptic message from my notebook that I could not decipher. I posted it hoping someone would jog my memory or at least make me laugh.

Though the message remains a mystery, a comment left by GETkristiLOVE made me laugh, which is difficult since I'm such a morose type. She explained the cryptic message like this: "Your favorite show as a kid, the distance you remain from any chow, and the place where you do your best writing?"

Because GETkristiLOVE made me laugh, next Monday the Official Site Of Grant Miller will be known as "The Official Site Of GETkristiLOVE." She clearly deserves the honors and also appears to be the reader most in need of LOVE. Plus her blog is rather funny.

Congratulations to GETkristiLOVE and thank you to all who participated.

Sincerely,

Grant Miller, Esq.

This Week's Winners And Losers, Aug. 26 to Sept. 1, 2006

Winner: Talking the talk and walking the walk.
Why it's a winner: You're a straight shooter! You get the job done in style! You give 110 percent - every time! You're a team player! You've always got your game face on!









Loser: Being confined to a wheel chair.
Why it's a loser:You make people feel bad! You might talk the talk, but face it - you cannot walk the walk! You know you'll be picked last!

Death Cab For Cutie Or Anonymous Hipster?

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The Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me, Vol. LXXXIII

Situation:
I saw EMF in concert.
Date:
Summer 1990
The Story: My friend Brian bought me a ticket to see EMF at the Vic. He agreed to pay if I drove. I said "Ok." The band came out and opened with "Unbelievable." We stuck around for the rest of the show. They ended their set and ran off-stage only to reappear moments later for an encore performance of "Unbelievable." We left the show and agreed EMF was nothing special. Years later, I realized had I declined Brian's offer, EMF might be dead by now. Instead, they are Crumbelievable.

Correction.

Dear Reader,

A post titled "I Am At War With Four Other Bloggers And Will Not Rest Until Each Lays Dead Or They Cease Associating With The Unofficial Site Of Grant Miller" was incorrect. The post should have stated I am war with these men. It's okay - they are Scandinavian.

The Official Site Of Grant Miller regrets the error.

Sincerely,

Grant Miller, Esq.