We just can't wait til Saturday.
The MLS season is upon us. This again reminds me of a few things:
1. It's a small miracle the league's survived.
2. I am so glad it has.
3. it's improved US soccer no end, as evidenced in the last Cup, where we put "powers" like Portugal to shame (sorry, Miguel)
4. San Jose is far superior to any team you may personally support.
5. Womens be lovin' Landon Donovan.
6. We need more TV coverage!
My best girlfriend has just witnessed her ex-husband making friends with her lover. She had both over to dinner on Friday, to iron out their differences (there is a son from the marriage, now aged 6) and they ended up... bonding. She now complains he's not the same man. And even the ex-husband is less intense than he used to be. Add one more log to the raging fire of all men being secretly gay - it's only gay sex that puts us off. Any ideas I can forward to Luísa. [Not her real name, of course.]
1-2-3-.... Everybody SWAP!
Here's the final list:
me
coldchef
marscrash
kaf
cowboy_sally
jonmc
anathema
krimur
adampsyche
tizzie
yhbc
chico
eyeballkid
kaibutsu
Anyone I missed? Assuming no, that's 14; how about 2 groups of 7? and let's say, disks must be out 7 days after the lists are posted. I hope to post them later today. Good?
Sorry I didn't get more but here's what I got. If you took pictures as well, link them here.
We all have someone or something we know deep down we ought to respect and admire - a paragon of the arts or literature; a founding father; a gourmet food; an humanitarian hero; a philantropic organization; a seminal band; a saintly figure; an example to us all - and, in fact, we do. Sort of. But they still annoy the hell out of us.
Well, I can't stand Nelson Mandela.
Aye lads and lasses, it's St Paddy's Day. That means there's revelry to be reveled, pints to be hoisted, jigs to be danced and Shamrock Shakes to be drunk.
So top of the marnin' to ye and erin go braless!
I devoured a volume of Brautigan today on the Metro, straight through like a minimalist’s breakfast. It was a gift from a dark-eyed dryad of a woman you would not be surprised to see assuming a Ladyship of the Wood, calling unicorns to her bidding with whispers and gently chastening fat satyrs in their dells for their prurience.
It’s a grim day, and the topmost quarter of the Gateway Arch is obscured by a gunmetal ceiling of clouds. Big Blue has Friday Flash, but today smells of gasoline and poetry, don’t you think? Perhaps, something you’ve always liked, or something you’re reading now…
Alexander Pope's Dunciad will always be my favorite, but this is from Brautigan:
Baudelaire went
to a baseball game
and bought a hot dog
and lit up a pipe
of opium.
the New York Yankees
were playing
the Detroit Tigers.
In the fourth inning
an angel committed
suicide by jumping
off a low cloud.
The angel landed
on second base,
causing the
whole infield
to crack like
a huge mirror.
The game was
called on
account of
fear.
This recent article in SF Weekly, suggests the unthinkable, that Pirates have superseded monkeys as rulers of the pop-culture universe. No offense to our Buccanner-American brethren, but this is simply not so!
Are we going to take this lying down? Quick, to the crap cannon!!
[Photograph added by popular demand]
1. Turkish Premier Abdullah Gul?
2. Or Terrorist Suspect Khalid Sheikh Mohammad?
Who knows if he doesn't watch his diet, or becomes fond of those wide-neck Pakistani ezy-doze tees, or starts missing his waxing appointments?
Anyone else have the patience to dig up a photo or two or could-be doppelgangers? Or just put it in words? Please?
Who's the 80s chick
That's a metal queen with all the hicks?
WITCHY!
Can you dig it?
Who's the 21st century woman
That would risk her neck for her monkey friends?
WITCHY!
You damn right!
She's a complicated woman
But she'll match drink for drink with any man
WITCHSTONE!
They say this chick Witchstone is 30 years old today
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm talkin' 'bout Witchstone.
THEN WE CAN DIG IT!
Happy Birthday, Witchstone.
We love you, babe.
*Makes devil horns*
Have you ever lied about 9622? Have you ever said it was just a community who shared monkey pictures? Did you ever say it was a privilege; a way of getting really good contacts and hints about important things, through a common love of primates and a passion for the study of the uninhibited behaviour among free individuals living in different cities? Has jealousy reared its ugly head? Have workmates complained yet? Are your lifemates suspecting something is missing? Is Colin Powell right? Again?
It feels like it's been long enough...
Can we get another CD Swap going?
Also posed for discussion: (a) What are you listening to these days? and (b) what moldy-oldy have you dusted off lately? For me: (a) Twos' disk from the last Swap, it get better with each play, PLUS the James Bond theme, to put me in the right frame of mind to kick ass in the corporate arena, and (b) Ian Anderson's Walk Into Light, on vinyl no less
