The Brewers...

sad. sad. sad. They came out strong but seem to fail to finish it off... And on my birthday no less? Couldn't they give me something?! yep - it's about me. ah well... maybe next year.

I'm off to Boston...

I hope to see a bunch of stuff I've never seen before. But I'm really hoping I can check out Fenway and get me a BoSox hat - because I like the little red socks... And I'd love to check out Harvard too but time is limited... On the list - Freedom Trail and Quincy Market. We'll see what else happens. Oh and some Sam Adams. :)

This is the new goal...

This girl right here is bad ass. I want her to whip me into shape. Repeatedly.

Update: This isn't just to put a hot girl on the site - Jillian Michaels is a trainer who could beat the fat out of many people I know. I'm just volunteering is all...

Once again...

I must be an idiot. How can I not keep up with the sci fi / fantasy / geeky movies like the rest of the world? I generally enjoy the X-Men movies (I suppose I could have gotten into the comics since I lived with them for about 7 years - but nope...) but when the hell did Jean Grey die? I know I saw the other movies before but why can't I remember anything that happens in these dang shows? First, I don't remember Leia and Luke are related. Then, I don't remember Superman sleeping with Lois. And now, I have no recollection of Jean dying. And I watched her. Because she was cute. So why the selective insomnia? I blame the drugs I did in the 60s. Or the beer. Maybe Norm was wrong. I didn't kill the weaker brain cells...

Just because...

people are dumb. And I don't think the horse was out of line...

My Boys...

So I've found a show that I really enjoy... it has beer and sports and beer and poker and not too many girls doing silly girl things... and I like it. Why does that suck? Well, because it ends tonight of course. What is up with these stupid ass schedules? What is up with cheesy little 12 episode seasons? The L Word. Weeds. My Boys. Dirt. The list goes on... What happened to 22 - 24 episode seasons? We have to sit through all the bullshit commercials, at least give us more time. (Well - I tend to DVR everything so I can skip the ads but still.) It's lame. I don't want to wait another year to see 12 more episodes. Hell, I'm sure I'll have forgotten about the show by then... stupid. waste of time. dang it.

UPDATE: This show is dead to me. What the hell kind of ending is that? Now I have to wait how long? kiss my donkey My Boys. kiss my donkey.

Anyone out there miss Sugarland...

Well, here Jennifer is again. This is one of my favorite songs. I remember being able to cry at the drop of a hat. Or while singing about something painful...or was the singing the painful part?... hmmm... still she rocks. Again.

Superman Returns...

Ok, I'm an idiot. Or a genius. Am I really to believe that if I took off my glasses nobody would recognize me? Really? Cute Lois this time. If not just as dumb as usual... seriously, talking to Clark about Superman doesn't give you pause? Wait a minute - when did she sleep with Superman?... If only I were more of a geek...

I'm baaackkkk...

Ok - after a long, relaxing, and eventful vacation and horrible, heartbreaking week at home - I'm back. The vacation deserves its own blog. So does Squiggles. But in an attempt to continue to move on, I'll explain her now. Squiggles was my cat. She was a gift for my 19th birthday from Alex - who I lived with a long time ago. She was the best and the first pet that was actually mine. Squiggles was a velcro kitty who stuck to the screen door; she stayed with me for moves, and relationships; hell - she even did a hit of acid one time. (Vapor trails of your tail look pretty freakin' cool.) But, alas, she was 16. She was sick; she was tired; she was ready to go. So I let her. It sucks more donkey than anything I've ever known, but as I think back - I know it was the right thing to do. And Gaia is enjoying more love than she knows what to do with. (Not that kind of love - bestiality is not cool. sickos.) I'll miss her more than anything I've lost so far but I know she's happy now playing with Jazz and feeling no pain. Sleep well little kitty.