Sunday, July 24, 2005

Sunday Morning Update

FishStripes is still down. I have no idea when it will be working again. In lieu of having the real site today, some of us are hanging out at my old site, The Book of Mike. Feel free to head over there to talk about the game, make your Ichthyomancy picks, and all like that.

Happier stuff

The first drink of the day!

Hooray, Monkey Beer!

Can't believe I missed this one. Thanks, Fishfan!

I love these guys...

Of course, MY favorite is the Pavarotti one.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Writing is Therapeutic

I just wrote out a huge post about this whole deal where I described my wedding experience today and how it made me depressed (in particular one woman who just pissed me off and made me question everything I hold dear) - and just the act of typing it up and thinking about it in a coherent and (semi-)intelligent fashion made me realize what really bugged me about it and how truly stupid it was.

You won't see the post here and I won't bug anyone with all the details of my pity-party, but isn't that amazing? Two things - how easy it is to let someone you don't even KNOW mess up your life (at least momentarily) and depress the hell out of you. AND - how writing things out and forcing yourself to really think clearly about it can really help a lot of shit. You don't even need to share it with the world!

Bizarre. I need to do this more often.

Friday, July 22, 2005

Honest, I would

If I were feeling better, and had a single coherent thought in my head, I would write something here. It would be brilliant - informative and entertaining.

Swear.

Sorry.

Ignore this. The post after it is much better.

Can I just tell you all how much I HATE this slow recovery bullshit? I know I can't really complain since the entire thing could have been SO much worse, but this is very annoying. I feel pretty good overall, but I just still can't do anywhere near what I used to be able to. I hate having to admit weakness and such, and not being able to go to work, or work out, or socialize much really freaking sucks. It's almost like it would have been better if I had even broken an arm or some such, so I had more of a tangible excuse for feeling so shitty. I feel like a complete pussy because I look as normal as ever, and don't have too many specific aches and pains, but I just cannot get back to my normal life. Much as this will probably come as a shock to everyone - I really don't enjoy whining all he goddamned time...

Okay. Done venting.

Pretzels are good.

I like pretzels. They make me happy. Do you like pretzels?

And ponies. Ponies are cool. I want a pony - like Percy. That bastard.

Hooray, Beer!

Sunday, July 17, 2005

I've got a fever

And the only prescription is more cow bell.

In case you no-likey video, go here for the text.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

For my friend Wiggins

First, Antonio Cromartie is out for the year with a torn ACL. I hope he gets better. Unfortunately for the Noles, it won't be in time for the opener.

In other news, Stewart Mandel sends his love.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Photo time!


Can I make this work?

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Bukowski

Since I am posting random crap that I like - here is some more...

Charles Bukowski - Some People

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

Humanity, I love you

by e.e. cummings.  Discuss.

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shops and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

Hooray, Cheesecake!

Friday, July 8, 2005

Wishing Wiggins Well

Inspired by Seinfeld:

Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.
Get well get well soon, we wish you to get well.