Three reasons that I'm not going to jot down the fried bologna recipe that Tyler just told me at work today.

I'm sure that there's an age when a man's body and mind go through a change, and that change causes the first thought in the morning to be about the need to urinate, rather than "I'm horny." I don't know when that happens, but I'll let you know when I get there.

As I predicted in this space on Friday morning, my bracket crashed and burned spectacularly. I followed up my 14-2 Thursday with a 6-10 Friday, and of the 6 I picked correctly, 3 were a 1 seed beating a 16 seed. So really, you could call my record 3-10 on games that were questionable. It's perhaps the most unimpressive day one can have when picking basketball results.

Every year, the NCAA basketball tournament, St. Patrick, and perfect Spring temperatures conspire to make this the best weekend of the year. Either the basketball or the St. Patrick's day parade alone would make this a big deal for me, but the combination of the two make this bigger than Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year's Day, or the highly overrated Fourth of July. Heck, it might eclipse all of the fun in those days combined.

You might recall reading about my friend Nigel, who I also referred to as Director of Aquatics. He's a silly looking cat, with a squat fat body and a stub of a tail, making him look like a little black bear.

Our friend Stacie recently moved to the Dallas area. I picked up the phone one weekend right after she moved there and had a conversation that went something like this. Stacie: "Hey, what's on NBC in your house right now?"

There's a new restaurant a handful of blocks away from our house that we've been visiting very regularly since it opened. I really wanted to be able to pan Byronz Bistro. Just based on the location, the look of the building, and how long they took to renovate the building, I expected high prices, average food, and overworked, unattentive staff. I guess I'm a pessimist.

The biggest question that I always have while watching the Oscar broadcast is, how do they phase out celebrities that no longer make the A-list? On Sunday, for example, there was old Jack Nicholson, sitting front and center for the whole broadcast, and then being the presenter for the Best Picture award. Has he been an A-lister so long that he has tenure?

Jim Holt's billboards are everywhere in this city, and I do mean everywhere. On at least one route that I can take on my 5 mile commute to work, I can see this photo on two bus stop benches and on one large billboard. I've even seen this image pop up during the pre-preview advertisements at the movies.

I was just recently talking about all of those ghost shows on late night cable TV. I had been watching one about a bar that was haunted by a former bartender who had blown out his brains with a shotgun in the back room. It was one of those shows where actors play the parts, and then they switch over to the actual people for little interview segments.

Our largest and most festive Mardi Gras parade is almost certainly the Spanish Town parade. It's also the most rowdy and raunchy. I saw in a local magazine that they were cordoning off some of the route for "family viewing." I thought it was amusing.

Well, winter finally arrived to Baton Rouge this weekend. By winter, I mean that on Saturday, there were only a handful of hours during the middle of the day where it was warm enough to wear shorts, and even then, only because the hatred of long pants outweighs the discomfort of cold legs in my book.