Friday, August 22, 2003

See, I think there's such a thing as social energy. Kind of like physical stamina. Each person has a certain amount to expend before their reserves are exhausted. Most people seem to have quite a lot. I seem to have, er, none. So when I have to expend any I'm actually dipping into something else, say, my reserve of sanity or the little part of my brain that tells me not to set things on fire. Naturally, this could have dire consequences. At the very least it leaves me with *negative* social energy, knocking me out and requiring me to go lie down for a bit.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

I must point out how deep my love is for the new superhero-type music that plays at Turner Field when a Brave hits a homerun. Homerun superhero music = awesome. But why does the Braves bullpen suck so very, very much (besides Smoltzy, of course!!)?? They should play evil supervillain music when one of these guys slinks out. I have christened it... The Bullpen That Must Not be Named. So it is written. So it shall be.

The Darth Vader music would work nicely, by the way.

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Funny phrase of day: "Modified Stableford Scoring System." OK, so it's not really all that funny. But you hear it fourteen times a day and it starts to get kinda funny. Or annoying. One of those.

Bargle. Toff. I have nothing to say.

But I am overjoyed that our President has a really big belt buckle. Because if there's one quality I look for in a world leader, it's commonality with truck drivers. Convoy, anyone?