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-- I slept on the couch. Again. Because I never got around to folding the clothes I tossed on my bed after I did laundry the other day. (See? this is the plus side of having a roommate who's never around. The common room becomes an extension of my bedroom. My bedroom in fact, becomes one big closet, and I live and work out of the common room when my roomie goes home.)
-- I can spend 3 hours reading and reviewing fic, but I can't be arsed to fold the clothes that have been on my bed for two days.
-- I haven't done near enough work on my judicial opinion for Employment Law and it's due when? Next Monday. Exactly.
-- The situation in Paris. Or make that, you know, THE WORLD.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
-- There's a thing outside my apartment that's been making this godawful squeaking noise for the past hour and a half. (Okay, that's not so much sad, as it is annoying. Oh and wow, it just stopped. And started again.)
-- Okay, so that hockey Halloween party clip that was posted in GUS? From the Montreal sports station? Do my eyes decieve me, or was one of the players dressed as a pimp...and in blackface? What is that? I guess they never got the memo in Canada.
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart.It approaches Moose-esque levels sometimes. But lines like Don't count your chicks before they're hatch-ed, baby? How endearing is that? I love my dead gay Swedish pop band.
So anyway, 'sup kids? Huston Street, freakish creature that he is, was AL Rookie of the Year. I knew it was gonna happen, and I still squealed in Evidence when I brought up MLB.com and saw the official announcement. I have problems.
(Btw, speaking of my problems? Street and Harden do like, nothing for me individually, but put them together? And let the good times roll, kids.)
Hey, the Colts beat the Patriots? Finally? Cool. I don't know anything about football, but I remember hearing something about that craziness over the summer when I was listening to way too much sports radio to be healthy.
Alright, I should get breakfast or something. Have a goodlife day, kids.
-- I can spend 3 hours reading and reviewing fic, but I can't be arsed to fold the clothes that have been on my bed for two days.
-- I haven't done near enough work on my judicial opinion for Employment Law and it's due when? Next Monday. Exactly.
-- The situation in Paris. Or make that, you know, THE WORLD.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
-- There's a thing outside my apartment that's been making this godawful squeaking noise for the past hour and a half. (Okay, that's not so much sad, as it is annoying. Oh and wow, it just stopped. And started again.)
-- Okay, so that hockey Halloween party clip that was posted in GUS? From the Montreal sports station? Do my eyes decieve me, or was one of the players dressed as a pimp...and in blackface? What is that? I guess they never got the memo in Canada.
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart.
So anyway, 'sup kids? Huston Street, freakish creature that he is, was AL Rookie of the Year. I knew it was gonna happen, and I still squealed in Evidence when I brought up MLB.com and saw the official announcement. I have problems.
(Btw, speaking of my problems? Street and Harden do like, nothing for me individually, but put them together? And let the good times roll, kids.)
Hey, the Colts beat the Patriots? Finally? Cool. I don't know anything about football, but I remember hearing something about that craziness over the summer when I was listening to way too much sports radio to be healthy.
Alright, I should get breakfast or something. Have a good
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Argh. :-( I knew there were problems in France for a while now but I had no clue things were so bad as to give rise to this...I really hope things get better from here.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
I KNOW! Sportscenter is finding new levels of jumping the shark these days...
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart.
It approaches Moose-esque levels sometimes.But lines like Don't count your chicks before they're hatch-ed, baby? How endearing is that? I love my dead gay Swedish pop band.LOL, I have bands like that I miss too. Deee-lite is one of them...*blush*
So anyway, 'sup kids? Huston Street, freakish creature that he is,
BWAH! "Freakish creature" indeed...He of the Android Teeth! I love it.
was AL Rookie of the Year. I knew it was gonna happen, and I still squealed in Evidence when I brought up MLB.com and saw the official announcement. I have problems.
No, no problems. It's the rest of the world that's abnormal, didn't you know? ;-) Silly non-baseball fans.
(Btw, speaking of my problems? Street and Harden do like, nothing for me individually, but put them together? And let the good times roll, kids.)
That's not strange at all, IMO.
Hey, the Colts beat the Patriots? Finally? Cool. I don't know anything about football, but I remember hearing something about that craziness over the summer when I was listening to way too much sports radio to be healthy.
Apparently it's the first game they won there in a decade. I thought it was a much more recent streak...the football media hyped it up like there was no tomorrow.
Hope breakfast was yummy and the day is good!
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LOL, seriously. I hadn't thought of it that way, but yeah, it totally has jumped the shark in the worst way. I think it all started when they fired Keither. Or maybe it started when Kenny Mayne stopped anchoring regularly, and they started changing the set every 3 months.
No, no problems. It's the rest of the world that's abnormal, didn't you know? ;-) Silly non-baseball fans.
**laughs** I'll try to remember that. Yesterday, the kids sitting by me, both of them my friends, who know how nuts I am about baseball? They started at my reaction, and then they saw what was on my screen and they laughed at me :-P
That's not strange at all, IMO.
No? Actually, I guess it shouldn't surprise me either. I read some of [Bad username or site: shadow_shimmer / @ livejournal.com]'s NBA fic and I'm not into either Manu or Nash, but I loved them together in her stuff.
Apparently it's the first game they won there in a decade. I thought it was a much more recent streak...
Oh wow, yeah me too. I definitely didn't know it had been a decade. Wow.
Hope breakfast was yummy and the day is good!
**laughs** Actually, breakfast was kind of a loss (I got distracted by fic, d'oh! Had to settle for a quick bowl of cereal) but thanks for the good wishes ^_^
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Speaking as a person who owns (owned?! don't know where they are currently) at least two of their cd's, I can totally understand this. ;) And now I have a need to listen to them cause I haven't in such a long time. *lol*
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**high-fives** For me it was The Sign and Bridge :-P
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The same for me. ;) I remember how Bridge was advertised as an album with more depth than any other album that year. *lol* Yeah.. =P
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Your priorities are in order. I like where your head's at, young lady.
-- I haven't done near enough work on my judicial opinion for Employment Law and it's due when? Next Monday. Exactly.
The greatest form of inspiration is a deadline. Be moved by your deadline muse, which will really reveal itself on Sunday at 11:30 PM. Calm down.
-- The situation in Paris. Or make that, you know, THE WORLD.
IT really is sad. I swear this has been one of the most tragic years. I feel like kids are losing their "innocence" to these problems so much earlier than I did.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
I haven't had the chance to check this out yet, but it seems to be taking the "Colbert Report" and "The Daily Show" idea of fake news and putting in a sports context. Disastrous.
-- There's a thing outside my apartment that's been making this godawful squeaking noise for the past hour and a half. (Okay, that's not so much sad, as it is annoying. Oh and wow, it just stopped. And started again.)
But the insanity that you will soon fall into if it persists will be sad. And you had such a promising future.
-- Okay, so that hockey Halloween party clip that was posted in GUS? From the Montreal sports station? Do my eyes decieve me, or was one of the players dressed as a pimp...and in blackface? What is that? I guess they never got the memo in Canada.
Ummm... it is Hockey!
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart. It approaches Moose-esque levels sometimes. But lines like Don't count your chicks before they're hatch-ed, baby? How endearing is that? I love my dead gay Swedish pop band.
"All that she wants is another babby, she's gone tomorrow boy, all that she wants is another baby!"
You got prollems! :-)
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Your priorities are in order. I like where your head's at, young lady.
-- I haven't done near enough work on my judicial opinion for Employment Law and it's due when? Next Monday. Exactly.
The greatest form of inspiration is a deadline. Be moved by your deadline muse, which will really reveal itself on Sunday at 11:30 PM. Calm down.
-- The situation in Paris. Or make that, you know, THE WORLD.
IT really is sad. I swear this has been one of the most tragic years. I feel like kids are losing their "innocence" to these problems so much earlier than I did.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
I haven't had the chance to check this out yet, but it seems to be taking the "Colbert Report" and "The Daily Show" idea of fake news and putting in a sports context. Disastrous.
-- There's a thing outside my apartment that's been making this godawful squeaking noise for the past hour and a half. (Okay, that's not so much sad, as it is annoying. Oh and wow, it just stopped. And started again.)
But the insanity that you will soon fall into if it persists will be sad. And you had such a promising future.
-- Okay, so that hockey Halloween party clip that was posted in GUS? From the Montreal sports station? Do my eyes decieve me, or was one of the players dressed as a pimp...and in blackface? What is that? I guess they never got the memo in Canada.
Ummm... it is Hockey!
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart. It approaches Moose-esque levels sometimes. But lines like Don't count your chicks before they're hatch-ed, baby? How endearing is that? I love my dead gay Swedish pop band.
"All that she wants is another babby, she's gone tomorrow boy, all that she wants is another baby!"
You got prollems! :-)
<<Hey, the Colts beat the Patriots? Finally? Cool. I don't know anything about football, but I remember hearing something about that craziness over the summer when I was listening to way too much sports radio to be healthy. >>
Come to the dark side, you are taking steps, I am encouraged. But, seriously, I hate the Pats, so how come I was a little wistful about their loss yesterday. I even... (gulp), found myself kinda rooting for ol' Buttchin Brady to pull it out... I always feel this way about a formidable team on the decline, even when I hate them. it's one thing to live in the basement consistently, like the Detroit Lions, but it's quite another to be great, and then to slowly lose steam. Requiem for the Superbowl Champs, because, ding dong, that witch is dead. Estimated time of death, end of the game last night.
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**laughs** Well, I'm glad you feel that way.
The greatest form of inspiration is a deadline. Be moved by your deadline muse, which will really reveal itself on Sunday at 11:30 PM. Calm down.
I'll try :-/ I try to get started on stuff ahead of time, so I can do novel things like, you know, EDIT and ORGANIZE. But my muse says she's running out for smokes...and then she disappears for 3 weeks. Whore.
I haven't had the chance to check this out yet, but it seems to be taking the "Colbert Report" and "The Daily Show" idea of fake news and putting in a sports context. Disastrous.
Yep. Cause it's funny...but only unintentionally so. Just sit across from the Sports Center anchor and answer questions about what the Yanks will do next season. All that other business is nonsense.
You got prollems! :-)
Noooo! Ace of Base rocks. All That She Wants was like, the third weakest song on the album :-P
Come to the dark side, you are taking steps, I am encouraged.
**laughs**
I always feel this way about a formidable team on the decline, even when I hate them. it's one thing to live in the basement consistently, like the Detroit Lions, but it's quite another to be great, and then to slowly lose steam. Requiem for the Superbowl Champs, because, ding dong, that witch is dead. Estimated time of death, end of the game last night.
Wow, I had heard the Pats were having a rough season, but don't they have a lot of injuries or something? Is the perception really that the Pats are done as a dynasty?
I mean, not that I CARE OR ANYTHING :-P
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No, but really, I don't know that this is a widespread perception just yet. And you DO have to defer. They are Superbowl Champions and will be until they are ousted from the playoffs. And beating these depleted Pats in November isn't the same as beating them in January when it matters. But the chinks in the armor are beginning to show. They aren't invincible anymore, and as soon as teams start being unafraid of you, it's usually a wrap.
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Yes, mistress! I genuflect at your feet. You're, like, my inspiration :-P
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