Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Friday, September 15, 2006
She Did GREAT with the Arm-Squeezy Thing, Though
This week has been relatively relaxing (at work). And the weekend looks to be packed with interesting and diverse activities . . . with a nice dose of The Drinking. All of this calm and soothiness can only lead to one thing: DISASTER!
Here’s where we stand at the moment:
- Y’know what will make you feel better about putting your daughter through the relative (but necessary) pain and trauma of vaccinations during her annual physical? Having her tell you, “I don’t want her to stab me, daddy.”
- I’m really excited about tonight. In the space of a few hours, I’ll get to have a gyro, drink lots of beer, play trivia, and see my wife’s band play. I don’t think there’s anyone else on this planet that will have the same experience. So, suck it, The Internets!
- I just spent lunch reading every post from this webcomic. And then, in a moment of inspiration, I made my first attempt to draw a crude Baby Jesus.
- A post about rearranging the living room? I should really take that down. Actually, I should take this whole motherfucking blog down.
- This is karma for pushing Matt Leinhart into the endzone against Notre Dame last year.
- I’ve put together a football pool. Except it’s not for football, but for the Mid-Term Election in November. I probably won’t talk too much about it here because I have another, currently unused, blog that I can inject with this purpose. Anyway, if you fancy yourself a political prognosticator and think you might be staying up late on November 7, you should play along.
- Tomorrow would’ve been the two-week-a-versary for me and my cold, but I think it’s finally going away now. For real. It’d been on the wane for over a week. Yesterday, my nose and chest were pretty well dried out, but my sinus cavity was irritated on the left side and it felt like I’d been punched under my eye. And my teeth hurt. Which, I think we can all agree, is the worst thing this side of some horror befalling your genitalia.