Comic for Wednesday, January 25th, 2006

Posted: 7:45 am, Wednesday, January 25th

Ron has to get his revenge somehow, no?

Funny little story - I usually e-mail myself links and crap from the office to my home account so that I know what to type about in the evening. So I was just checking my mail and went to clear out my spam, and one of the spams said, "Full of health? Then don't click!" That's kind of cute. I had an earlier one this morning from Stephen King that began with the subject line, "Hey, baby." I just don't know if we're that close, Stephen. (Apologies to RAW, who already had to hear this.) Anyway, spam. That's fun stuff. I don't know why I thought that story was going anywhere.

Not a whole lot from the links, again today. 2.0 loves zombies and has to listen to KLite or PLJ or something at her office, and they were playing some song about living every day like you were dying a while ago. So, for her, this sweet article from the Onion about living every day like you're dying from a disease that will turn you into a zombie.

Man, the new episode of ninjaconsultant is taking forever to download. I wonder how freaking long this thing is going to be.

Two quick things from CNNSI - for some reason, an article on Siena women's basketball team. Siena's my paw's alma mater, although he stopped donating to them when they changed their nickname from the Indians to the Saints. Seriously. (Dad's not much for PC, but not in a mean-spirited way. Although, his logic for the Redskins keeping their name was this: "How many Indians are there in Washington, anyway?" Yep, that's my dad.)

The other one was this weekend-in-the-life written by some senior at Notre Dame. I wish they had waited until after the incoming football class was actually committed in ink, because this makes us sound lamer than hell. (Which we are. 2.0 will attest to this.) Anyway, I wish they had contacted me for something like this when I was a student there. I would've written about this one weekend junior year when we were sitting around drinking and then our RA ran in and told us he's signed us up to be the dorm broomball team in the Midnight Olympics. The bunch of us, already pretty wasted, wandered to the hockey rink and proceeded to wipe the floor with St. Ed's broomball team (I think). We were told it would be another hour and a half to our next game, so we went back home and started drinking again (the dorm was probably about a twenty-minute walk, and in January in South Bend, this is not particularly a pleasant walk - thankfully, as I've mentioned, we were fortified). Someone with initiative must've checked the clock, because we actually went back for the second round game. We won this one, too. By now, we were feeling pretty good. Alcohol had convinced us we were awesome at broomball. Which, as you all know, is a great talent to have. So we went back to the dorm and had a few more drinks before the final. My buddy Leahy decided we should have a celebration dance, and invented the Dirty Dawg (this was during the all-time NFL WTF run of the Atlanta Falcons, when they had that Dirty Bird dance - and our dorm's mascot was the Dawg, explaining that part). I think he may've decided to play the final game wearing his golden helmet, too. Anyway, we got pretty thoroughly trounced in the final, but at least my buddy Pentzien got pissed and checked some dude clear over the wall. We celebrated our ultimately unsuccessful Cinderella run by, you guessed it, drinking. Yeah, so, I would've written about that weekend and then maybe spliced some stuff from another weekend in there to make Notre Dame sound really interesting. Really, though, South Bend, not much to write home about.

Oh, I'm evidently looking rather young these days. Last Friday, it was still pretty warm out, so I was rocking the German army jacket. Between that and the iPod and the jeans (casual Friday), I evidently looked like an intern. Because this chick in the elevator (she was already on the elevator when I got on it), asked me if I were an intern. "Uh, no," says I. "Oh," the girl says, becoming immediately embarrassed. I thought about telling her that I had actually been in the post-collitch workforce for over five years, but, instead, asked her if she was. Obviously, she was. Poor thing was embarrassed as all hell. But, evidently she's not in the minority. Some dude rang our bell Monday night while we were eating dinner, and I ran down to tell him that, if he was delivering pizza, he needed the door downstairs. It was some dude canvassing the neighborhood. Instead, he goes, "Hey, are your parents home?"

Awesome!

Since I didn't actually want to talk during dinner, I said, "Uh, no." He wanted to know if they would be. "Probably late, if at all," since, you know, I'd have to call them, and they'd have to make the three and a half hour drive. So he dropped off his stuff about how Wal-Mart doesn't give their employees health care (a-duh), and meandered on. And I went back upstairs and finished supper.

Alright, enough boring stories about me! Talk to you all later, gang.

bullfrog

so did you shave your mutton chops? you looked at least 19 with them.

Turns out that Republicans think that everything in the economy is hunky-dorey, while the rest of the country disagrees. AND it turns out that this party-line split is ALL Bush's fault. during Clinton years: no split. Now: split. Great uniter that leader of the free world is, huh? http://people-press.org/reports/display.php3?R eportID=268

Now that's just not fair, I don't think people who attend Notre Dame are lame (clearly, I live with one)...just maybe at times a bit cultish. Also that they choose to protest their football coach when there's a perfectly fine war to get up in arms over...

http://www.nd.edu/~ndmag/sp2005/football.html

...but I went to state school, what do I know?

http://stopthedrugwar.org/chronicle/385/newpaltz.shtml

A side note: I used to do some editing for the New Paltz chapter of NORML...and no, I was not a member. The president of the organization lived on my floor. His name (I kid you not) was Moon Ray. He had a tuft of hair on the top of his head and was the moodiest hippy I've ever met.

I miss college.

Nope, SKT, still got 'em. You comin' on Saturday?

i think so... just need to check in with the missus

Oh come SKT! The more the merrier.

DUDE! Is Pete a Cardinals fan? I don't remember seeing that shirt before...

Pete's fanhood is a matter of some conjecture, actually. He's been seen sporting both Cubs and Cardinals shirts several times in the past - I don't have the time to go back through and find instances of this, but I know that his first appearance was actually in a Prior jersey. I know this is Ninth Circle of Hell-level treachery for you, #15, but my logic is that Pete went to a lot of Cubs games while living in Chicago, and saw them get trounced by the Cards a lot and decided to back the winners. Or he likes good offense and appreciates the pitching stylings of the oft-injured Mr. Prior. Or something. But, yeah, the Cards shirt has been around from time to time.

And as soon as I wrote all that, I thought, "You know, you should just make Pete be a Cards fan, because #15 would probably immediately get the legions of insane Cards fans to start stopping by the site." So, uh, go Cards!