I'm pretty sure there's a famous quote that goes something like "It's, like, all super-sad and stuff when a son finally bests his father at something." (If anyone can find the proper version of this (if it is more than a fabrication or a line from an 80's sitcom), let me know.) Because my pop is awesome and good at just about everything, there has been minimal super-sadness in my life. But I did finally win at something - my Google search ranking. For those of you not in the know, my dad is also named Brian Grivna. (No, I'm not a junior. My middle name is Rolf, his is Andre.) This, in addition to dad's fame in the Minnesota jazz/classical/rockadeathgrassfusion music scene, has made it extremely difficult for me to leverage our very rare last name to my advantage. For a long time, I couldn't even make the first page of a "Brian Grivna" googling. I have no idea what caused this to change. But it did, so hooray!

Though I was never a big fan, I completely understand the pain caused by deprivation of Taco Bell products:
See the love? It's palpable! I wish this had been my high school senior picture. Anyway this site made me laugh. And cry.

A couple of friends of mine in college decided to have a chilito-off to see who could eat the most chilitos in a single sitting. The final score was 7-6, much to the delight of the spectators, the horror of the Taco Bell employees, and the heartburn of the contestants. It makes me happy to see that the Northfield TB still carries the chili-cheese burrito.