School starts up again next week, and it begins with the first holiday of the semester. Thank you Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for being born on that day, thereby starting Spring '08 on the right note.
Finally saw the Simpson's movie. I was prepared and expecting to dislike it, but I rather enjoyed it. It is obvious that it is lacking a little of the depth and distinct voice that the show had in its prime, but I thought the good jokes outweighed the bad, the emotions were many and genuine, and it was overall a fun movie. I was smiling as it ended, which is always a good sign, especially because I don't like smiling.*
El Pavo is gone. In case you don't remember (and why would you, unless you re-read this blog every couple of days [no one does that but me]), El Pavo was the place right by my house that made really good burritos. Fortunately, there's an Alberto's right by my house too, so my burrito addiction can still be sated. So you guys won't have to talk me off of my roof.
Speaking of attempted suicide, in my junior year of high school, there was a kid who jumped off the roof of the school in an attempt to kill himself. He failed, and with hindsight supposedly being 20/20 (though I would debate that, but won't because my fingers would fall off from the boredom of typing it), I'm sure the guy probably noted the two biggest obstacles to his objective:
1. The school was only two stories high at it's highest. Not exactly a Sears Tower jump.
2. The guy jumped to his "demise" feet first.
So, Corky broke his ankle, and then was sent to continuation school and never heard from again. The point of this story? Sometimes even the most mundane of routines are punctuated by absurdity, and that that absurdity, no matter how bizarrely tragic, is sort of cleansing. It's like, almost everything else in life is just as ridiculous as that, if you look at it the right way. So fuck it. Do exactly what you want, and don't worry about looking like a dildo. Because everyone looks like a dildo. Might as well embrace it.
Baseball season can't come soon enough. I pity you poor bastards who have to hang out with us from March to October. I don't pity you because you have to listen to us blather on about average w/RISP, OBP, RBI, ERA, who's clutch, who's a pussy, who's an overpaid dick, who's a goddamned hero, who's washed up, who's due, who's wasted potential, who's overdrawn their goodwill, and why the Yankees and Red Sox are the Heat Miser and Snow Miser of baseball. I pity you because you don't like baseball, and can't join in. God Bless that goddamn game.
*I'm not a mopey jagoff, I just don't like my smile very much.
Finally saw the Simpson's movie. I was prepared and expecting to dislike it, but I rather enjoyed it. It is obvious that it is lacking a little of the depth and distinct voice that the show had in its prime, but I thought the good jokes outweighed the bad, the emotions were many and genuine, and it was overall a fun movie. I was smiling as it ended, which is always a good sign, especially because I don't like smiling.*
El Pavo is gone. In case you don't remember (and why would you, unless you re-read this blog every couple of days [no one does that but me]), El Pavo was the place right by my house that made really good burritos. Fortunately, there's an Alberto's right by my house too, so my burrito addiction can still be sated. So you guys won't have to talk me off of my roof.
Speaking of attempted suicide, in my junior year of high school, there was a kid who jumped off the roof of the school in an attempt to kill himself. He failed, and with hindsight supposedly being 20/20 (though I would debate that, but won't because my fingers would fall off from the boredom of typing it), I'm sure the guy probably noted the two biggest obstacles to his objective:
1. The school was only two stories high at it's highest. Not exactly a Sears Tower jump.
2. The guy jumped to his "demise" feet first.
So, Corky broke his ankle, and then was sent to continuation school and never heard from again. The point of this story? Sometimes even the most mundane of routines are punctuated by absurdity, and that that absurdity, no matter how bizarrely tragic, is sort of cleansing. It's like, almost everything else in life is just as ridiculous as that, if you look at it the right way. So fuck it. Do exactly what you want, and don't worry about looking like a dildo. Because everyone looks like a dildo. Might as well embrace it.
Baseball season can't come soon enough. I pity you poor bastards who have to hang out with us from March to October. I don't pity you because you have to listen to us blather on about average w/RISP, OBP, RBI, ERA, who's clutch, who's a pussy, who's an overpaid dick, who's a goddamned hero, who's washed up, who's due, who's wasted potential, who's overdrawn their goodwill, and why the Yankees and Red Sox are the Heat Miser and Snow Miser of baseball. I pity you because you don't like baseball, and can't join in. God Bless that goddamn game.
*I'm not a mopey jagoff, I just don't like my smile very much.