Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Hey, Dirty, I ain't got your money

Okay, so no full time appointment for me. Though they were nice enough to send a letter this year.

In other news, my car is on a speedy path to retirement. I figure I'll write a nice, moving obituary for it later this week. Or maybe this weekend. Or next week, depending on when I get those papers graded...

Friday, February 15, 2008

Snow Envy

Yeah...missing this kind of thing. Seriously. That's a freakin snow day.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Pledge to someday reevaluate general thematic intent and direction of beta cite before it is too late to launch such initiatives

So, it occured to me...like, just now, that this blog has...maybe become blandly predictable. I rave, I rant, mostly about sports, and then I try to be witty about things.

BLAH.

I had, for the most part, a few things in mind when I launched this thing (with the laser-rocket arm that is my writing sensibility):

1) I will not discuss work or anyone involved. To do so would be unprofessional.
2) I will not use it as a DIRECT outlet for creative projects.
3) I will not use the lame, "this is how my day was" kind of tripe to fill space or get attention.

Okay, all three are, for the most part, sound. Number 1 is immutable. That's good. Number 2 (snickers childishly) is good, but I have to this point misinterpreted it to mean that I couldn't talk about creative projects (note the all caps denoting emphasis on direct, as in, I won't put creative work up on this site(of course, if I was quoting myself, I would have to mention that the emphasis was mine, but not mine in terms of presentation of an integrated source)). Fortunately, I haven't, so much, HAD any creative work to talk about, so that sort of took care of itself (once again, my emphasis). BUT, I am on the path back to getting shit done, so that will soon cease to be a problem, and you (whoever reads this digital rag) will get to hear about it (note the emphasis on but, by the way). I know, I'm a real mensch.

It's number three of the arbitrary and until now completely informal (and unwritten) operating points that is giving me trouble. I fully intend to keep the latter part (not to fill space or get attention), but it occurs to me that since I am such an utter failure with correspondence, I might as well keep updating the BLOG to convey that info (unconsiously typed emphasis).

So. How am I doing? Well, right now, I've had a couple glasses of wine, and I'm good. More later.

Oh, because it comes to mind: Ashley, Lacey, Kyle...I know I don't talk with y'all much, but you are missed around the office. Very much. Hope you're all doing well.

And, honestly, good wishes to all.

Okay, time for spell-check.

[update: okay, because I accidentally typed "ya'll" the first time and didn't want to get hate mail from certain readers (like...oh, I don't know...ASHLEY!?!?!) about getting it wrong, I changed it and then, out of curiosity, looked it up online. As asinine as I find wikipedia sometimes, I thought this article was interesting.]

[update 2: okay, my spell check is broken, and it's really pissing me off]

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Snow bound

Due to inclement weather, today is a 'snow day' for schools in the greater Charlotte area.

Just to clarify, it's 34 degrees and raining, with good visibility up to 2.1 miles.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Let's Play Word-Image Association!

Words: Tom Brady. Goat. Illegitimate children.
Image:

Go ahead and run with it.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!

No, seriously, Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

and the middle finger goes to...

Take that, Vince Young.

Take that, Tony Kornheiser, Ron Jaworski, and Mike Tirico

Take that, Tennessee.

But more importantly...

SUCK IT NL MVP VOTERS.

SUCK IT NEBRASKA!!! GO BUFFS!

Monday, October 29, 2007

I hate Brett Favre, and I hate myself.

Seriously.

God...damn...it.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Baseball, eye gouging, and other fun diversions

Okay, so, we're not there yet. This isn't YET the NHL Western Conference in 2002 (or 2000...or 1999...), but...it's that same feeling:

"...and he scores. Five minutes gone, and the Red Wings are up 2-0.

...and he scores again. 4-0, and the Avs are in trouble now.

...7-0, and the Avs are...really...in trouble now."

Even that wasn't ROB SMASH!!! level. I didn't break any tables or anything.

I haven't stabbed myself in the eyes and/or ears with, like, shards of glass or anything. Then again, I DID have some plastic shards on hand from around the 8th inning last night when the remote control magically flew out of my hand and shattered against the wall.

Fortunately, Sarah and I managed to successfully reconstruct said remote, and we took this extremely lucky bit as a sign that it was probably time to turn the game off.

Of course, when I move several months from now, I'll find shards of plastic here and there, and that will be a fun reminder.