Photo Sin Thesis

Man, has it been a crazy couple of months. First it's so warm that flowers start poking up in January, then February was all bitter cold & snow, and now it's supposed to be in the 60's this weekend - Go figure.
End-of days weather may freak you out, but you've got to admit, it sure does make for some interesting pictures. I just posted a bunch of new photos up on my Flickr page from the last month, The pics go from flowers to snow and back to flowers (with some random crap thrown in). Check 'em out.

Drunken Domain Dilemma

I got drunk on Saturday, and sometime around 4AM on Sunday I managed to register over $300 worth of domain names.
In retrospect, I can justify every purchase, but damn...

Here's the break-down: I registered 2 personal name dot-coms; I recaptured 2 domains for my old record store/label; I went ahead and got liesandexaggerations.com (that just links back to this page now, but I hope to throw up some extras on the home page); I registered domain for a band I've been trying to get going over the last couple of years (that I'm considering turning into a retail site); (and finally) I picked up a domain for a photography project that I've been wanting to do.

Now I just have to figure out how to design a damned web-page. I haven't fucked around with web design since '98. My Netscape Gold software is still cutting-edge, right? If anyone could point me in the right direction, I'd be much obliged.

Help me, web nerds - You're my only hope.

Academy Awkward

Okay, that's it.
Does anyone pay attention to fucking awards shows anymore? And if not, why is the only thing that the news idiots keep rambling on about today is Scorsese's fucking Oscar? The only decent film that that bitch has crapped out since the fucking 80's was 'Bringing Out the Dead', and that was "good" at best. Shit, how do you go from 'Taxi Driver', 'Raging Bull', and 'King of Comedy' to chained to a desk cranking out formulaic crap for DiCaprio? Maybe he thinks that DiCaprio is the new Deniro (pause for laughs).
What I'm saying is that his EARLIER films were definitely Oscar-worthy, but the academy has always had it's head firmly planted up its collective ass. Those earlier films were passed-over by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences , and (in my estimate) that's confirmation that they were truly good.

All of the voters are fucking Hollywood insiders, and we all know how great their tastes are (think 'Soul Plane') - Keep in mind, the same guy who green lighted 'Stealth' gets to vote for the best picture. The great majority of films that ever are in serious contention for an Oscar are major studio vanity projects aping the truly influential independent films that came out 5 years before. It's just like the fucking Grammys - Justin Timberlake wins over Johnny Cash ('nuff said).
It's all a big fucking joke - Out of all of the Best Director nominees, they've only gotten it right once in the over last Decade (2004). All you've had to do win Best Actor since '88 is be an A-List actor who plays a character who is mentally ill, disabled, psychopathic, or gay. And don't even get me started on Best Picture - I'm still unholy-pissed that 'How Green was My Valley" beat out 'Citizen Kane" back in '41.

Here's my proposition: Artistic awards should have a 10 year lapse period. That way, the wisdom of retrospect will enable to sort the wheat from the chaff. This is the one instance where the world of professional athletics has gotten it (mostly) right. The Academy should be focusing on movies released back in 1996 - I'd bet that the list of nominees would be jarringly different. Just look at the Best Actress nominees from 2001 - If we had the benefit of time, we wouldn't go around trying to pretend that Halle Berry's ham-fisted "performance" in Monster's Ball (that would make judges from the Daytime Emmys blush in embarrassment) was the best that that year had to offer.

Joshua Loves Bicycling and Shoe Repair

So says Wikipedia.

Never Google (or Wikipedia) your own name - There's some genuinely weird shit out there on the interwebs. According to various Google search results, I'm gay, responsible for the war in Iraq, dead, and have a 45 year-old black daughter. Huh; I never knew.

While your at it, don't Google friends' names either - Rapemyprofessor had a couple of illiterates railing against Ed. I almost planned a drunken road-trip back to D-Town to shake down the bulk of his ex-students in pursuit of some answers.

Moral: If you're looking for information on the internets, all you'll ever find are lies & exaggerations. Snap!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to ride my bike on over to the cobbler shop to pick up my vintage brass heel nails as soon as they open.

Slackass

Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I started up on a big post on Sunday, and then promptly got buried in an emergency home-repair fiasco. That, along with a mountain of paperwork in the search for a new job, has brought L&E to a screeching halt. I've got a bunch of crap I've been meaning to get up here, but have been putting it off until I wrap up last Sunday's mega-post. That'll have to wait. Look for some new stuff this weekend, and I should have enough time to wrap-up the big'n. Here's hoping.

Drinky Joeapalooza

Ive got good news and bad news on the Drinky Joe front.

Bad: I just lost a disc full of Joe pics due to a format error. I had been using an obsolete camera that still stored the photos on 3.5 floppies(specifically for the DJ page), and those things are squirrelly as hell. This is the second time that it's happened - I lost the entire 3rd series and, now, the entire 13th series to "format errors". My theory is that this error strikes out at any disc that is a prime number containing the integer '3'. If this theory holds, I should be safe for another 10 discs, but I'm not chancing it. From here on out I'm switching to a memory card.

Good: To compensate, I've documented the phenomena of Joe in moving pictures. That's right, It's the long-awaited 'Drinky Joe the Movie':

It's just like you were there with me on the couch. Now just replay that clip on a loop from 4AM to 3PM, and you'll have a pretty good representation of what it's like here on any given day. For added realism take a well-worn unwashed gym sock, dip it in Old Grandad brand whiskey, fill it with moldy cheese, let it sit on the radiator for a week or two, and then tie around your face while watching that clip.

Big News:
Since there's no new Drinky goodness (aside from a couple of random shots that I found on a memory card), I'm announcing the first L&E Photoshop contest. Simply use any one of the 300+ pictures from the Drinky Joe Flickr Page, Photoshop (or similar program), and your mastery of 1337 speak to create one of those captioned pics that those interweb geeks love so much:
If it's good enough for cute kitties, then it's good enough for drunk Italians.
Send all submissions to dclies(at)gmail.com and I'll post 'em all up on the Drinky Joe page as they come in.
All entrants will receive a damn-sweet super-secret special prize, so hop to it.

Valentine's Day Photoshopin'

One of The Girl's co-workers threw this together for the occasion:
Love won't hurt anymore
It's an open smile on a friendly shore.
It's LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! It's LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! It's
LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
It's the Love Boat-ah! It's the Love Boat-ah!

Everybody in the picture is from the design firm that The Girl (lower right) works at. It made me giggle, but she'll probably kill me for posting it up here.
It's been nice knowing ya.

Last Call

I'm just about out of the Winter '07 WILT CDs, and am checking to make sure that everyone who wanted one got one. If you got a dud, or the CD just didn't show up, let me know and I'll shoot out a replacement. This is your last chance, because when they're gone, they're gone.

Remnants

This weekend I was weeding through a bunch of old (pre-DC) computer files when I found this:

I wrote song of great loss & woe
I crawled into a bottle & downed pills by the fist-full
When she left me – It crushed me
It’s the damnedest thing… I can’t even remember her face
Songs of such gravity about a stranger that I’ve all but forgotten
It’s amusing, or sad. I can’t decide
I listen to the mix tape I made for you back then
Those songs still bring back feelings of loss
But it’s an empty loss without any weight
Years later she still tries to keep in touch
I read her letters & throw them away without reply
There’s nothing I have to say, nothing I could write
Give it enough time & even a grudge dies
You can’t lose something you’ve thrown away
She’s a ghost to me now - And I’m the fool for giving her those songs
A string of worn clichés isn’t going to change that

This had to have been written sometime between '95 and '97, when I still was doing music and people were still writing letters. Reading over it, all I'm sure of is that I was loaded when I wrote it.
The thing that's killing me is that I can't even remember who I fucking wrote this about. Looking back, I did all of that shit every time a relationship went South - It could be about almost anybody I had dated up to that point. I can't figure it out for the life of me.
I suppose that's the ultimate punchline.

Age of the Ignoramus

At first I thought it was a joke, but after reading other warnings such as: "Hot Cheese May Burn The Inside of Your Mouth" and " Plastic Pizza Guard is Not Edible", I'm thinking that they're serious.
Jesus hot-pants-wearing Christ, How fucking stupid have people gotten that we need this warning printed on the bottom of pizza boxes? I'd wager that if you're stupid enough to carry around your pizza upside-down, you wouldn't be able to read the damn warning anyhow.
Viva la de-evolution.
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Props go out to our own pizza box holdin' Italian stereotype, Mr. Joe, for his modeling services.

Stupor Bowl

Why am I doing this? Well, with the adrenaline, the booze, bathroom dashes, and the constant texting I really didn’t get a chance to watch the game the first time through. I wanted to watch it again, so I figured that I could pull out my laptop and get a cheap post outta it (and have the incentive to watch it all the way through).
Here’s the break-down, commercials and all. All of the times listed are off of my Tivo Counter, which I set to record 10 minutes before kickoff. Oh, and I'm not pausing it to constantly look up the correct spellings of everyone's names, so just ignore all that noise.
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0:01 – Thank God the Tivo missed the Cirque de Soleil routine. It was painfully bad. It had to be the gayest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen two guys fucking each other.

0:02 – Billy Joel is singing the national anthem. Having Joy’s deaf lawyer (from My Name is Earl) to the side of the stage throwing gang signs out for any of the Cincinnati Bengals in attendance is a nice touch.
Tank has both his hands on his chest – hope he didn’t get shot by the color guard.
The Blue Angels fly over the stadium and strafe the Colts sideline (in my head).

0:07 – Coin toss. Didn’t the Colts even hear about the pregame show gaffe? Marino blurted out that the coin kept coming up heads every time he tossed it. Indy chose tails. Bears will receive.

0:12 – Kickoff. Holy Shit! 92 yards – TOUCHDOWN BEARS! I know that I’m watching this on replay, but I really think that the Bears are gonna win it this time through.

0:16 – Manning seems flustered. He has all of the time in the world to get the pass off, but can’t seem to get anything together. 2 false-starts. INTERCEPTION by Harris. This is gonna be a blow-out.

0:22 – The Bears’ O-line looks like shit – Punt.

0:25 – Wow, that Sales Genie commercial was 4AM basic-cable bad. Chapter 8, here they come. After their company has dissolved they should totally hang with the Pets.com guys.

0:27 – WTF? Bears are still taking it easy on Peyton, and he’s starting to get into a groove. Manning puts together a scoring drive. Tank misses a tackle and the secondary leaves Wayne wide-open to walk in for the touchdown.

0:32 – The Colts ‘Romo’ the point after. Woo-Hoo! Bears still (barely) hold onto the lead.

0:35 – Bears fumble on the return. Dammit.
Next play the Colts fumble it right back. Yeees!

0:37 – Jones gets a big run – takes the ball down to the 4 yard line.

0:39 – Grossman takes the mountain (by which I mean ball) to Muhammad. Bears by 8.

0:40 – Okay, commercials are commercials. Why the fuck am I even watching these things?
The Snickers ‘Man-Kiss’ ad comes on and I get a cheap laugh.

0:45 – The Late Show promo with Letterman and Oprah is pretty damned good, but still not as good as Cabin Boy.

0:49 – Benson fumbles, and we give it to the Colts at our 43.

0:53 – Colts can’t get anything together, and we get it back at our 4. So much for field-position.

0:54 – Benson is down… and out - with 3 yards and one fumble, so much for the running game.

1:00 – Clock runs out. BEARS WIN!!! Holy Shit, what a game. The Chicago Bears are Super Bowl champs once again! What? Oh yeah, we still have to play 3 more quarters. Damn.

1:03 – Pressure is weak, and Manning is getting back into a rhythm. Our run defense looks like shit too. Colts drive down into the red zone, but stall out.

1:08 – A Vinateri kick narrows the lead to 5.

1:09 – The Garmin ‘Ultraman’ commercial is pretty sweet. Who doesn’t love a guy in a monster suit?

1:11 - Why the fuck are we having Davis return the deep kicks? Crappy field position once again. Hester lines up at the 30. Newsflash: They aren’t gonna squib it if Hester isn’t deep.

1:13 – Bears fizzle. Colts get the ball near mid-field.

1:16 – The Colts bring out a lawn chair onto the field so Manning can kick back between the snap and the throw. WHY AREN’T WE BLITZING? Fuck.

1:19 – Colts score. For the first time in the game Indy leads (by 2).

1:23 – The despondent GM assembly robot commercial comes on. That spot would be 1000 times better if he went on a bender followed by a shooting spree. That’s why I’m not in advertising.

1:26 – Grossman keeps passing for short-yardage plays. 3 & out, and we blow the good field position.

1:31 – Wow, that movie ‘Wild Hogs’ looks fucking horrendous. What the hell happened to William H. Macy? They must have pictures of him doing something filthy to get him into this turd.
Here’s my idea for a movie: A naked ghost with Down’s syndrome haunts a girl’s school. Think ‘The Ring’ meets ‘The Ringer’. That’s why I’m not in the motion picture industry.


1:35 – Bears force a turnover at the 45. Things are looking up!

1:35 – On the very next play Grossman drops the snap. Colts get it right back.

1:39 – Why aren’t we taking a fucking time-out? There’s 30 seconds left in the half, and the Colts are getting ready for a field goal. Is Hester renegotiating his contract on the sidelines? Why the fuck wouldn’t you take a shot at a return? They must be saving that time-out for something special. Colts take their time-out with 2 seconds on the clock.

1:40 – After the commercials Bears take a time-out. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? WE TAKE OUR TIME OUT NOW? OH YEAH, THAT’LL ICE VINATERI ON A 36 YARD ATTEMPT. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! UP YOURS, LOVIE.

1:41 – Vinateri misses!?! I hereby rescind my earlier statement. We go into halftime at 14 to 16.

1:51 – Prince? Okay, now I’m convinced that the producer was asked to put together the entertainment for the Bears Super Bowl, and thought that it was a hypothetical brainstorming for the 1985 Bears/Pats Super Bowl. Once he figured out his error, he was too embarrassed to go back and re-do it. How else do you explain Billy Joel and Prince? This woulda been the hottest thing around 21 years ago. Now it’s just kinda sad.
The neon marching band and stunt kites shaped like birds bolster my hypothesis.
Prince pulls a shadow weenie trick with his guitar, and the FCC’s phone lines light up like Chernobyl.

2:12 – Check the Chicago defense for track-marks. They’re playing like they spent the entire half-time break shooting smack.

2:14 – Manning is actually shooting a Campbell’s soup ad on the field between the snap and the pass. The director asks for a second take – He has plenty of time to oblige.

2:18 – Urlacher is pissed that the Defensive coordinator is still holding back the D. The D gets aggressive and causes a false start. The Colts are forced to squeak out a field-goal. Colts by 5.

2:27 – Gilmore can’t get a hold of the ball and is stopped for very little gain on the return.

2:30 – It’s been 56 minutes since the Bears last had the ball (for all of 15 seconds before Grossman fumbled it back). They should be well-rested, and ready to kick some ass.
Grossman completes 2 passes, and then (with 1 yard to go for the first) is sacked for a loss of 11 yards. He follows up that play by dropping the ball and losing another 12 yards. We end up snapping to the kicker from behind the spot where we received the kickoff. Of Grossman’s last 5 touches, he’s fucked up 3.

2:35 – Bears go back to flag-football defense, and the Colts run way down the field. A facemask penalty puts Indy at the 10. Indy gets a field-goal, and we get a free (cheap) hit on Vinatieri. Colts by 8.

2:41 – The Emerald Nuts ‘Robert Goulet’ ad is pretty good. It’s not great, but it’s still the best thing I’ve seen since the half.

2:43 – Bears get the ball near the Indy 40. Awesome field position. Next play, Jones runs it down to the 30. Woo-hoo, we’re bound to score.

2:48 – After a series of regrettable Grossman throws (luckily, no interceptions), Gould bangs one through for 3. Bears (!) pull back within 5.

2:51 – Bears bring back the hard D and force Manning to make a series of desperation plays (some good, some not). With 3rd and 2, Tillman blows his coverage (again) to allow the 1st.

3:00 – With 3rd and 8, the Bears don’t get set and have to burn a (stupid) time-out. Bears keep bringing the blitz and Manning is struggling. Where was this during the rest of the game? We take down Peyton, and gimp-up Harrison. BEARS!

3:04 – A hold brings back a 10 yard run. 1st and 10 at the Bears’ 10.

3:05 – Grossman to Muhammad get it all back - First down. We love you Rex.

3:06 – Next play they decide to stick with the passing game and Grossie throws another horrible pass that’s intercepted and run back for a touchdown. Plus, we have to burn a challenge/timeout reviewing the play. Fuck you Rex, you cocksucking son of a whore!

Okay, now I’m taking a break from being pissed at poor ‘lil Grossman to be pissed at CBS. ALL FUCKING GAME LONG THERE HAS BEEN WATER ALL OVER THE FUCKING LENS! WHAT, HASN’T THE TIFFANY NETWORK HEARD OF THAT NEW HIGH-TECH INVENTION CALLED THE ‘TOWEL’? MAYBE IF YOU TOOK A BREAK FROM CRAPPING OUT THE MOST MINDLESS DRECK IN THE HISTORY OF BROADCAST MEDIA, YOU’D HAVE SOME TIME TO PICK UP A ROLL OF BOUNTY FROM THE 7-11 DOWN THE STREET. I fucking HATE watching games on CBS. The picture is always crappy, and technical glitches are the norm. Why the NFL lets them keep broadcasting regular season games is beyond me, let alone the Super Bowl. FUCK YOU, CBS, YOU DIRTY CUNTS. I spit in your ‘eye’.
Wow, that feels better. Back to the game:

3:13 – We’re only 12 points down. That’s a touchdown, a field-goal and a safety to tie. We can do it. Bears get another drive going, until on the 4th play of the drive Grossman throws another… TOUCHDOWN!!!
No, I’m just fuckin’ with you; the correct answer was (of course) ‘interception’. Touchdown, HA! That’s some funny shit right there. Did you see that throw it was like 10 yards short. Grossman has been picked-off 2 times in his last 4 throws.
Indy runs it back to the Chicago 40. Grossman wanders off to the sideline and begins to price bullet-proof vests.

3:20 – E-Trade’s ‘Things You Can Do with One Finger” commercial turns my thoughts away from homicide for 30 whole seconds.

3:21 – We get our first sack on Manning, and knock the Colts out of field-goal range. Once again, why weren’t we playing this D against Indy from the get-go? It fucking works (unlike our passing game).

3:27 – Grossman keeps on throwing the short-yardage passes. What the fuck? Surprisingly, we have 4th and 9 at our own 46. Grossman hangs out Clark for a whompin’ - Incomplete pass. Bears turn over on downs.

3:33 – The Colts keep running it, picking up first downs, and running down the clock. We’re totally boned by the time that 2 minute warning hits.

3:40 – The Colts keep running down the clock and the Bears get the ball back on their own 16 with 1:42 left on the game clock. The Bears help the Colts by completing a few short pass plays up the middle to keep the clock running.

3:43 – Colts win. Final score: 29 to 17, Indianapolis.

I didn’t stick around for the post-game the first time through (I hit the bottle, and turned it over to the Puppy Bowl), so every thing after this point is new to me.

3:47 – Up pops a cheese commercial featuring singing cows. I can’t help but think that 2 years down the road that Grossman will be doing voice cameos in a similar set of ads as a choking goat.

3:50 – In the post-game show all the analysts fall over each other to see who can suck Manning’s dick the hardest.

3:56 – They present the Lombardi trophy to the Colts and all I can think is how EMPTY the stadium is.
Irsay spews out some horseshit about how much the Colts love tornado victims, and promises “partnership with that tragedy”. Wow, I would think that he’d want to steer away from associating with the tornado. That takes balls. Dungy talks about God, Hester, Storms, and then side-steps the obligatory ‘first black coach to win the Super Bowl’ question. Manning takes this opportunity to come out of the closet and thanks his life-partner ‘Jeffy’. He goes on a long spiel about being the first gay Super Bowl MVP. Him, Saturday, and the entire Cirque de Soleil pre-game show share a group embrace and drive off of the field in his new MVP Cadillac.

4:05 – Lovie talks at length at how it feels to be the first black coach to lose a Super Bowl. He then steals a page from the Cubs’ playbook and starts talking about next year. By this time, anyone who’s still watching is wondering why it’s taking so long to get Criminal Minds started.

4:11 – Criminal Minds begins and the Geritol-crowd goes wild.
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Great, now I’m pissed all over again. The thing that kills me is than even MY retarded ass knew what the keys to winning this game were. Take a look at the breakdown that I did on Ajusted and tell me that I was wrong. It’s like the Chicago Bears coaching staff didn’t even bother to read the comment field of Ed’s Blog. Fucking slackers.

Happy Birthday, Jimmy!

Time to rock it out like we're the old gods. Everybody raise a bottle to the Carney.
Okay, good. Now don't let it go until it's empty.

Football Hang-Over

I'm still in a super-funk over the Super Bowl, so I've been blowing off the bloggin'.
I've spent the last few days completing a bunch of projects that I've been slacking on, reading through all of the back-issues of Wired that are piling up, and working my way through the first five of the '100 Bullets' trade-paperbacks.
I still have a load of things to get through, but first I want to get an annotated Superbowl breakdown up here sometime in the next couple of days. Then I can move on.
Look for it tomorrow or Friday.

Trade Grossman

Pick up Jake Plummer in the offseason. I know that Grossie will probably become one of the greatest QBs of all time, but in Chicago he will always be a goat.
If you loathe something, set it free .

Hat of Darkness

There is a really great article on The New York Times Online today about what happens to all of the "championship" gear of the Super Bowl losers.
Bottom line: If you want to get an 'Indianapolis Superbowl XLI Champs' ball cap, you'd better plan a trip to Burkina Faso.

Puttin' the "Dick" in Prediction

I have an insane prediction to make. I think that Grossman's QB rating will be better than Manning's tomorrow. Here's why:
It's well-known that Manning is obsessive compulsive. He overanalyzes any big game, and puts his offense in an awkward position from the start. It's hard to stay in sync when the QB is 10 steps ahead. Then he starts to get pissed when the O can't keep up and starts to make ill-advised plays.
Forget about his (well known) playoff history, and just look at a couple of the Colts' playoff wins this year. He couldn't get ANYTHING together against the Ravens' D and the Colts had to rely on Vinatieri to do ALL of the scoring. Then against the Pats, he was a wreck for the first half. If Belichick hadn't let off the throttle in the second, deciding to rest on the lead, New England would have coasted into another Super Bowl.
I'll guarantee that Manning will go into the game tomorrow with too much info crammed into his head and the Indy offense will be a train-wreck until he settles. It's imperative that we throw off Peyton early, and keep the cleats to his throat throughout. If we can do that, we will win.

Also, look for a post-game blowout between Harrison and Manning. Peyton already chased off Mora (Playoffs?!?) and Vanderjagt (liquored up idiot kicker) when they spoke out against him. Look for Marvin to be on the free market within the next year.

Super Boned

My tickets to the game fell through.
I was supposed to meet my parents down there, but my dad was hospitalized to remove his gall bladder.* He just got discharged from the hospital today and is in no way up for a trip down to Miami, so those tickets were lost to circumstance. I'm just glad that the old man is in the clear and doing well.
I had a few other leads on "reasonable" tickets, but they were all part of PAC events, and (ultimately) too rich for my blood. Plus, the last thing I'd want to do in Miami is hang around with a bunch of DC politicos for 5 days, so I'm sitting this one out.
I've been fortunate enough to go to three of the last five Superbowls (XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII - I voluntarily sat out Jacksonville and Detroit for obvious reasons), and (in retrospect) I'm kinda glad that I'm sitting this one out. Every time I go, I end up in a corporate suite and have to fight through a crowd of loud schmoozing people (who could care less about the game) just to see the field. I'm not sure I could take it - I'd probably snap. Plus, it'll be nice to be able to have the benefit of my Tivo for replays and such.
I'm not even thinking of doing any sort of a party (which I've done every year that I haven't attended). I just want absolute quiet in the room with the surround sound cranked - No conversation, no food prep, no mixing drinks, just football. Well, football and beer, and maybe some left-over pizza, but that's it. I want to get in the zone and stay there.
I'm tempted to invest the money I would have spent on the Superbowl ticket/Miami trip on a 50" plasma screen HDTV and another 5" LCD screen for above the toilet, but I fear that if I do so I'll NEVER get Drinky Joe off of the couch (or out of the bathroom). Yeah, that'll definitely have to wait.
I'm not really upset about having to sit this one out. I'm just glad that my dad's okay, grateful that I've had the opportunity to attend 3 of these things before, and relieved that I will be able to watch the game without any distractions. I just hope that my cable doesn't cut-out (once again) during the big game. If so, I'm storming the RCN/Starpower offices armed to the teeth.

BEARS!
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*I'm still trying to convince him to try selling it on the blackmarket for use in ancient-Chinese-boner-pills. That's money in the bank.