I’m working on a client site and one of the towns listed is named “Cockeysville.” Which makes me happy - the first time I’ve been happy in this post-Super Bowl wretched world we now live in.
I bet the dudes that live there are really arrogant. And do Jagerbombs.
-al
Oh, like the season premiere of “Lost” isn’t on tonight?
Oh, like Gavin and I don’t get tizzy just thinking about it?
Oh, like the Patriots aren’t in the Super Bowl this weekend?
Oh, like I’m not drinking a Nantucket Nectars Half and Half right now?
Oh, like golf season doesn’t start in three months?
Oh, like it’s totally not awesome to be alive right now?
Oh, like Steve Hansen’s not reading this post right now and nodding in agreement?
-oh, like not written by Al
If you’re looking for two hours of depressing television, check out “Life After People” on the History Channel. It predicts what would happen to earth if humans were extinct. It starts with “the day after” and ends with 10,000 years from now.
The gist of the show is that everything mankind has produced in the past 5,000 years would start decaying as early as 25-50 years from now, and in 1000 years, cities would crumble, suburbs would be forests, and wild animals would rule the world. Basically just like the first half-hour of “I am Legend” without Will Smith. At the 10,000 year mark, there would be no evidence that mankind ever existed on the planet.
While they did mention that paper would disintegrate within a couple hundred years, they never mentioned laminated paper. So I’m going to print out these blog posts and laminate them. That way the wolves, cockroaches, and termites can enjoy some reading material.
-al
The three-week coffee challenge has been successfully completed, and it was much easier than expected. My next liquid challenge will probably be to see if I can go an entire week drinking nothing but water. Sounds incredibly boring.
-al
This past week I drank Diet Root Beer like it was going out of style.
Previous guilty pleasures include: ripping the tag off my mattress, driving five miles over the highway speed limit, and 48-hour cocaine-fueled benders.
-al
Two weeks sans coffee. Three weeks is in the bag. Who’d have thunk.
And now, a confession. I cannot spell “specialty” correctly. I always go with “speciality”. Not since “receive” in 5th grade has one word given me so much trouble. “Guage” vs. “gauge” also drives me nuts.
Anyhoo.
-al
Last night some buddies and I tailgated at the Pats-Jags game. We didn’t have tickets, so we hooked up a 32” TV, set up the grill, food table, and fire, and hung out in the parking lot for 7 hours. Some guys and gals from Worcester (Wis-tah!!!) joined us, so it turned into quite the affair. Sure, I still smell like cigars, beer, smoke, and buffalo chicken dip, but that’s the price you pay for being a gamer. I could take a shower, but then I wouldn’t feel like Britney.
I had my digital camera and was planning on taking pics, but when I turned it on, it said there was no memory stick in the camera. So I freaked out, covered my ears, and yelled at the top of my lungs. Luckily Charlie Babbitt stormed into the room, turned off the toaster, and told me everything was gonna be alright.
-al