I put this together on Saturday (I was in the lab for hours!), and I’m hoping you guys can suggest some other sports figures to add to the gallery. Email them to me, or drop their names into the comments. We need to capture ’em all.
Also, if you feel like adding the page to StumbleUpon, and other social networking sites like Twitter, nobody’s stopping you. In fact, I’d be much obliged. Thanks for the continued support!
And… I’m going to bite the bullet (whatever that means) and attempt to record a podcast on Friday. During the first two installments I’m hoping to answer reader questions. I know some of you already submitted a question or two, but if anyone else has anything, let me know.
There’s a good chance the whole deal will descend into horrifying awfulness, but we’ll see how it goes. If it sucks (as Phil Hendrie would put it) kang, I might not post it. But if it’s reasonably OK, I’ll let you guys hear the thing. So stay tuned, and let me know what questions you’d like answered.
The weekend was uneventful to the extreme. On Saturday we went to a swim meet at a high school in Scranton (Scrannon), where I contracted a severe case of Phantom Ass Syndrome. Seriously. Someone could’ve walked up to me, repeatedly stabbed my butt cheeks with a pair of scissors, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Scary.
Other than that… we didn’t do much. Oh, Toney did our taxes and we’re getting $1100 back. I was hoping for more, but what are you gonna do?
And please don’t post a comment about how it’s stupid to hope for a refund, and how any intelligent person hopes to break even at tax time, blah blah blah. I hate when people do that. It’s one of their “things.” Know what I mean? Whenever they hear someone talk about a tax refund, they view it as their time to shine.
Yes, I understand the concept, I’m not a complete idiot. But when tax prep-time arrives, I’m hoping for a surprise windfall. And if that bothers you, then you should take a good long look at yourself.
Man, I’m getting all whipped-up just thinking about it…
What do you think about this list of the supposed 75 albums every man should own? I think it’s deeply flawed. Combat Rock?? You’ve gotta be kidding me. And that’s just the tip of the metaphorical iceberg that represents my complaints.
Hey, at least they chose the right Van Halen and Wilco records… Whatever.
Did any of you happen to catch last night’s Coast to Coast AM radio show, hosted by Art Bell? He interviewed a guy who is supposedly involved in time travel experiments, and he was very convincing.
Many of the guests on that show are kooks, or trying to promote a book or coaching seminar, or something along those lines. But this guy (from WV, btw) wasn’t selling anything, and sounded reasonable and intelligent. It was a great show, and blew my mind, maaan.
I wish I could listen to the whole thing, but don’t want to pay the subscription fee, on account of cheapness… If any of you have it saved as an mp3, by any chance. please drop me a line. It would be perfect work-listening material.
And finally, I’m going to reprise a conversation a few of us were having at Twitter on Sunday. Rainn Wilson, if you can believe it, started the whole thing, but some of us were having a more intimate sidebar chat on the same subject. As far as I know, no world famous celebs were involved…
Anyway, we were discussing words that make us cringe. I’m sure we’ve covered this subject before here, but it’s always worth a revisit. Some words that bother me, right off the top of my head: underpants, supper, and anyhoo.
Toney can’t stand the word pocketbook, and my paternal grandmother HATED the word fart. Oh, she was no prude (far from it), but that particular word bothered her a great deal. It was unexplainable, and kinda funny.
So, what do you have on this one? Use the comments link below. And I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great rest of the day!