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Real life today has been as delightfully asinine as online life. Quite a few of my oldest real-life friends are very mad at me because I refuse to play fantasy football this year. You'd think that since I've won the league five years running and haven't lost a game in two years, they'd be happy to not have to compete with me. Apparently not. Not playing is occasioning more outrage than my friends could muster for anything short of the killing and eating of babies by hipsters.

In equally ridiculous news, I've found a group that meets nearby that teaches you how to fight with a Japanese polearm that's topped with a sword blade. I'm utterly intrigued because this might be the Cadillac of horribly-impractical martial arts.