Amusingness. While I may not necessarily agree… no, that is the wrong word. Though I may not necessarily care about the issue put on this site, I cannot argue with their clever and amusing method of going about it. Viral marketing is the way of the future, and only the clever will win. It works because I want to share it with my friend(s?), who will share it with theirs. Now let me be clear on this issue. It is not that I do not feel that this is an unimportant issue, it is simply not a priority for me. Once we treat people better then we can look to treat animals better. In the meantime, we should all get these shirts. Just in case an alternative is needed.
By Popular Demand OK, no more boring posts! Since people want to hear the scintillating details of my sordid life after all, I will dive right in! This morning I awoke at 7:40 AM to the pulsing techno beats of my alarm clock. I leapt out of bed, prepared to tackle the day, but first things first… Clean underwear! I charged down the street, narrowly avoiding the weirdo asking for change by hiding behind a mound of garbage and vaulting over three cars. I arrived at the laundry place and hefted my laundry over my shoulder, muscles flexing and sinews straining under the load. Upon arriving home, I showered, dressed, and packed a bag for Ithaca, where I venture every weekend in search of a beautiful lady. I returned a few DVDs to Blockbuster, hopped on a train (on the train, mind you. Not in it), and said hi to my muffin vendor, who shot me a knowing look as he said to have a good weekend. And now, here I am at work. I would say you are up to date on my sordid life now. Don’t you feel fulfilled?
Nothing to report. No, really. move along. This post is boring. I am not going to talk about my life because there really is nothing of note happening. Instead, I will talk about this post. You see, this post has no content other than referring to itself. It has almost no point other than to point to itself. This boring post in which nothing happens is similar to a story composed entirely of self-referential sentences. Now this boring blog post is over. Don’t you feel like you just wasted a minute of your life on this lame post?
Have You Seen My Baseball? We went to the Yankee love-fest known as the Baseball Hall of Fame this weekend. I can see why Yankee fans are such arrogant sissies, since they pretty much own the hall of fame. Not a whole lot of Mariners in there. Poop. It was weel worth the trip and an awful lot of fun. I highly recommend it to everyone. I got me a Mariner’s 1977 throwback hat at one of the many souvenier stores. Quite nice. You are all either jealous or will be when you see how dashing I am in it. Heh.
Settled! I guess I forgot to mention… I settled with the old landlord. She finally relented on her pathetic offer and gave me closer to what I was owed. I still could have gotten more but I really did not want to go through the crap of a full trial, which is what she would have demanded. So that chapter is closed and I have learned a lot about the American Judicial system… it is slow and it sucks. But I am still suing my cat.
The Future? I know what I want for Christmas. Get me a Skycar! Nice weekend. I am a little pissed at the Short Line company. I missed another bus from Ithaca this weekend because the driver left more than five minutes early. Unprofessional. Plus the fact that I was honking and yelling as he pulled out about five feet from me. Jerk.
I am getting a lot of huge accounts at work with minimal effort. Gotta love that. The job is progressing nicely, but I am still working on B-School applications. Just to see what comes of it. I love Mondays.
Crazy Ukranians Ever get a haircut from not one, not two, but three jabbering Ukranians? For $4? I highly recommend it. I was trying to find a place to get my haircut and stumbled across a barber school that was offering student cuts for $4. In I went, only to get the greenest barber they had who was being watched over and helped out by two instructors. The plus of this was that he was really careful. The minus was that it took almost an hour. Why do I blog about such mundane things? Because my life is mundane. Rub it in.
Enjoying Life and Kissing the Ground Ever been in a plane when it takes a nose dive and then head back to the airport to be greeted by a runway full of emergency vehicles? If you do get the opportunity, I suggest that you either politely decline or get fitted for a colostomy bag. Yes, this happened to me. We were flying to St. John’s for some QT on the beach, and our plane had a small issue with not being able to climb over 10,000 feet because the cabin would not pressurize. As a result, the plane automatically dives when you exceed 10,000 feet. What fun! I dislike flying enough without having a real reason to crap myself. The interesting thing is that I felt much safer on the tiny twin prop commuter jet than I did on the AirBus A300. The person who said getting there is half the fun has apparently never flown American Airlines.
Once the fun part was over, we proceeded to have a great time in St. John’s. We stayed at the Westin Resort, went snorkeling with sharks (small ones) and turtles (big ones), lazed about on the beach, and rented a jeep to cruise around the Island. I am too lazy to find cool links for you, but I will post some pictures of my pathetic whiteness soon. Stay tuned.
Leave the Guy Alone! I have the greatest, most profound sympathy for that poor Cubs fan who knocked the ball out of Moises Alou’s glove. At first I was kind of chuckling and saying “Oh, boy, if that turns out to be the difference…” Now I have so much sympathy for him. And I fear for his life. I saw some vide of him being abused as he was led out of the stadium. That poor guy is in big, big trouble. And all he did was be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He did what all of us would have done in the split second he had to decide. And he will be crucified for it. Poor guy. I am really, really worried for him.