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Friday, August 18, 2006
Austinist is nice enough to mention me in this week's roundup and of course, I'm linking right back.
Thus goes the Circle of Blog.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
The Zodiac Defense
All right, I'm calling it --
Once you've hit your mid-30s (or, Hell, your late-20s), you don't get to use your astrological sign as an excuse for your behavior. You don't get to say, "Oh, I'm so sorry I missed our appointment. Must be my flaky Aquarian side."
No. That's your flaky Assholian side.
You don't get to blame your failed romance on being a finicky Virgo and you don't get to say something shitty to someone's face and claim it's because you're a headstrong Aries.
You're not an Aries. You're a dick.
At some point, you will have to accept responsibility that your personality flaws are your own and not due to what month you were born. At some point, you must come to understand that the shitty things you do to other people has nothing to do with where the sun is aligned to your moon. You should probably look into that because the mercury retrograde is turning you into a colossal jackass.
Feel free, however, to let your astrological sign take credit when you do something especially cool or kind. The universe won't mind.
Hasslin' the Hoff
New Space Monkeys! comic this morning. No actual Hasselhoffs were injured in the making of this strip.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I think it's safe to watch Pardon the Interruption again -- Tony Kornheiser was on vacation for several weeks in there and when he's not around, even with the formidable Mike Wilbon at the helm, the show sort of careens into a bad, cheap-joke version of itself, especially when the hated Dan Le Betard guest hosts. Eek, he's awful. I'm sure he's a good columnist, but he fills the Kornheiser void by crapping within it. That's not a good use of void.
Last night's Monday Night Football with Kornheiser in the studio was good (the bits I saw at least) and he seems to be drawing favorable reviews. It'll be even better when people stop mentioning Dennis Miller's disastrous run on MNF whenever articles are written about the new announcer lineup.
If we weren't short-staffed at work right now, I'd be lying at home, in bed, my nose draining.
Since the weekend, we've both gotten hit pretty hard with allergies. We had all these plans for working on the house on Saturday and Sunday and instead, my wife napped and we watched movies all weekend as she tried to recuperate from being laid out from whatever's in the air right now.
I was fine until yesterday when, all of a sudden, I had major sinus pressure and was sneezing a lot.
We're both taking our allergy meds (although I ran our Flonase the other day, which may have something to do with my current sniffles), but it's still pretty awful. Last night, I went to bed before midnight which never, ever, ever happens. I woke up refreshed and better off today, but it's not even noon yet and my head already feels like it's full of hardened lead paint.
I'm trying really, really, really hard not to take this as a sign that we should have moved to California.
Monday, August 14, 2006
At the Baskin-Robbins
A little girl sat near us with a huge cup of ice cream, at least 44 oz., and she was eating it all by herself. Surely she'd get tired of it, but at the moment I spied her, digging her spoon into a cubic ton of strawberry gunk, it didn't look like she was in any mood to share or be finished anytime soon.
We stared at our itty bitty teeny tiny cups, which had about three swallows of ice cream in them each. "Boo, too much of a good thing! Hooray moderation!"
We're gonna be RICH!
True-life wife quote: "If I give birth to a midget, we're taking it to Hollywood."
A new Space Monkeys! comic this morning, and it was up a day early. Wonders never cease!
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