Saturday, August 28, 2010
Hawks vs. Vikings
Sunday, August 15, 2010
So I'm watching some pre-season football
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Hey Igwanarob!
Leo vs. Rhodium
But a tiny part of me misses the stylus and the physical keyboard, but I can deal with that...
Monday, August 09, 2010
So Long, Don
Don Wakamatsu just got shit-canned today. The Mariners still suck. The Sounders FC, on the other hand, have clawed their way back to .500. Are you giving it your full 90?
The next sacrificial lamb in Seattle is Daren Brown, who comes to from AAA Tacoma, which unlike it’s affiliate up north can actually win games. Let’s hope he can bring that experience to the laughing stock of The New World Order (Mind-Control Division)… Who am I kidding? The Mariners suck. Your career is now officially over, Daren…
Thursday, August 05, 2010
It’s back
Training camp started Saturday. I’m personally curious to see of the Seahawks can be better than they were last year, though that shouldn’t take too much effort.
Due to a new person at the day-job, and an ensuing change in my schedule, I won’t have to work sunup'\sundown every sunday. Which means hopefully I can get home for the Sunday Night game now (which is the Marquis NFL game now). I’ll still have Mondays off, so I can also watch the Monday Night game as well…
Go Hawks. Though I hear the Detroit Lions were actually able to finally maul a Christian the other day. There could be hope for them as well…
MySpace mating calls…
Back when MySpace was still just barely relevant, I created a MySpace page. I updated it almost daily. Then, a few weeks later, I realized Facebook was where it was at, at that’s where I do my Social networking now.
But since my MySpace page is open to the public (just like this blog), I’ve noticed on occasion, I’ll get messages from total strangers (all of them from the female persuasion). And they’re seeking to be more than friends. And they’re all out of state. I know better than to reply to them or to even acknowledge that I’ve read their messages. Besides, most of them are from the other side of the country (though I also take what I see in the profiles with a grain of salt. This is the same Internet that would have me beleiving that Belgium really exists, and Elvis is dead…).
It never fails. I logon to MySpace, and I get a mating call. Don’t waste your breath. I’m not a fool.