Marc
The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow. The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. What bitterness! He lives for what is always out of reach! His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present. -- Chuang-Tzu
I found that on my desk last night. Figured I'd share.
One. Sometimes it's better to stay at home and clear your mind by totally revamping your Madden defense. I won the Super Bowl for the first time in almost ten seasons this past weekend, and finally got rid of the title, "Paper Champ." Call me the Tampa Bay Buccanneers if you wish. I won't mind. It's been a bit of a struggle this year, though, as I've gone 2 - 2 in the past two nights. We upped the difficulty level to "All-Madden" (the highest level possible), and although on paper my team is the best in the league, I've been having troubles adjusting. Never fear, though. My core of rookies will be the foundation I build on into the future. I've got one ring in the mail, and ten more on backorder. It's payback time.
Two. I apologize for any confusion over the "Ted Leo/VCR" episode which was written about in last night's late-night post. Turns out I didn't stick my Ted Leo album in the VCR like I reported. Instead, I found it early this evening in the living room cd player. Right where it should've been, huh? I can sum up this whole debacle in one contraction and two words -- I'm an idiot.
Three. I think I'm losing my hair. Either that or I'm shedding my longer hairs. I find it amazing that, within the span of the last three years, I've gone from hair to bald to hair to bald to hair again. Thanks to a wonderfully crafted cut from the talented Miss Annie, I did not shave my ahead again this spring like I did last spring. Let the locks flow, ladies and gentlemen. Let the locks flow.
Four. I also realized, just this moment, that without a daily "Top Five" from Zach Oooh!n, I will no longer be snubbed/insulted/degraded in song title form. Am I a little sad at this realization? Yes. Do I think that Zach (and the others) will find other ways to pick on me in internet form? Regretably, yes.
Three Sarcastic Lies: one - This Three Sarcastic Lies bit is really funny; two - This Three Sarcastic Lies bit is witty; and, three - This Three Sarcastic Lies bit will last into the month of March.
In the batter's box: "Golden Slumbers" by Ben Folds.
On deck: "Two of Us" by Aimee Mann.
In the clubhouse: "Overkill" by Colin Hay.
Riding pine: any song by 50 Cent.
The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow. The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. What bitterness! He lives for what is always out of reach! His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present. -- Chuang-Tzu
I found that on my desk last night. Figured I'd share.
One. Sometimes it's better to stay at home and clear your mind by totally revamping your Madden defense. I won the Super Bowl for the first time in almost ten seasons this past weekend, and finally got rid of the title, "Paper Champ." Call me the Tampa Bay Buccanneers if you wish. I won't mind. It's been a bit of a struggle this year, though, as I've gone 2 - 2 in the past two nights. We upped the difficulty level to "All-Madden" (the highest level possible), and although on paper my team is the best in the league, I've been having troubles adjusting. Never fear, though. My core of rookies will be the foundation I build on into the future. I've got one ring in the mail, and ten more on backorder. It's payback time.
Two. I apologize for any confusion over the "Ted Leo/VCR" episode which was written about in last night's late-night post. Turns out I didn't stick my Ted Leo album in the VCR like I reported. Instead, I found it early this evening in the living room cd player. Right where it should've been, huh? I can sum up this whole debacle in one contraction and two words -- I'm an idiot.
Three. I think I'm losing my hair. Either that or I'm shedding my longer hairs. I find it amazing that, within the span of the last three years, I've gone from hair to bald to hair to bald to hair again. Thanks to a wonderfully crafted cut from the talented Miss Annie, I did not shave my ahead again this spring like I did last spring. Let the locks flow, ladies and gentlemen. Let the locks flow.
Four. I also realized, just this moment, that without a daily "Top Five" from Zach Oooh!n, I will no longer be snubbed/insulted/degraded in song title form. Am I a little sad at this realization? Yes. Do I think that Zach (and the others) will find other ways to pick on me in internet form? Regretably, yes.
Three Sarcastic Lies: one - This Three Sarcastic Lies bit is really funny; two - This Three Sarcastic Lies bit is witty; and, three - This Three Sarcastic Lies bit will last into the month of March.
In the batter's box: "Golden Slumbers" by Ben Folds.
On deck: "Two of Us" by Aimee Mann.
In the clubhouse: "Overkill" by Colin Hay.
Riding pine: any song by 50 Cent.
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