it's september eve!
sweater weather.
school supplies.
red leaves.
gold leaves.
football.
bonfires.
trapper keepers.
gray days.
hayrides.
candy corn.
outdoor soccer.
homecoming dances.
county fairs.
DEPRECATED
sweater weather.
watching the last pre-season game, titans vs the cheeseheads. looks like the titans are going to keep lendale & the two chris's [chrisses?]. three running backs is too many, but chris henry kept mostly for special teams and as a backup for mr white & mr brown.
so, my old man wants to go see the new bourne movie... borne ultimatum, i think it is. but, we haven't seen the other ones. i read bourne identity like 20-odd years ago. so, he wants to see them so that we can then go see the new one, so we saw bourne identity on tnt or somesuch, and he rented bourne supremacy, which we are going to watch tonight, but here's my real question: why are the commands for the dvd player in german?
if you have not yet seen the vid, go to youtube and look it up. miss south carolina, in the teen miss usa pagent, simply having a good ol' fashion brain meltdown. asked the question why can't usa students find the usa on a map?, she starts by saying because most kids don't have a map. what?! then, she speeds up and veers totally off course, begins babbling incoherently, saying iraq three or four times and also mentioning africa. who here thinks miss south carolina can find either iraq or africa on a map? who thinks miss south carolina can find her homeland (that's the usa, kids) on a map? jeezumpete, who thinks miss south carolina can find a map?!
the local paper reports that running back travis henry -- current denver bronco, former tn vol, former tn titan -- has fathered 9 kids by 9 different women in florida, tennessee, georgia, & north carolina. at one time, the titans lent this multimillionaire $9800 to make up his back child support to one of these kids. his lawyer says that henry has significant financial issues.... i know these are a lot of kids.... but he's a really committed father.
for lunch, i mixed tuna w/ mexican rice. the mexican rice turned the pan & spoon yellow. wonder what it is doing to my innerds.
watching the bristol race, and they were fixing to throw the green flag, but john andretti jr stalled in turn 4. whoop! delayed green. you never know what you will see at bristol. michael waltrip managed to qualify for this race. rusty wallace is in the booth now instead of on the track, but he's still an arrogant sunnufagun. rusty, man... if you were as fabularious as you think you are, you'd be in a car, and i am pretty sure you know that. to gain true fabularity, be more like michael waltrip.
have you seen that lincoln mkx commershal where the lady gets out of the vehicle at the surfer beach, attracting stares from all the guys there as she pulls on her wetsuit & pulls her surfboard out of the car, and then her daughters climb out of the vehicle, and they all run down to the water together as the guys all laugh. good stuff.
this is the helmet buffalo is wearing tonight in the titans-bills game. what a stupid helmet design. nothing inimidates like a big doofussy red blob just blobbing at you. speaking of doofusses - so far tonight, lendale has continued his reign of idiocy. chris brown is taking advantage of the opportunity afforded him by lendale's doofusness. michael griffin is looking to be an excellent draft pick. lamont thompson is redeeming himself somewhat. cortland finnegan's not playing tonight b/c the coaches are still looking at reynaldo hill. you know who i'd pick, so i won't repeat finnegan's name. heh heh.
this is how you know you are tired - when the part of the soccer game you are looking forward to the most is the shower & pjs afterwards. doh! crappy green team had a tie tonight, a loss last week. the brand new indoor season is not off to a good start. perhaps the whole team is looking forward to showers & pjs. double doh!
in the newspaper today, we learn that every hour babies age 8-16 months spend watching baby einstein or brainy baby translates into 6-8 fewer words in their vocabularies compared with other children their 8-16 months. since this cohort isn't known for wide-ranging linguistics, a couple hours in front of this electronic babysitting is going to effectively quash any vocab they possess.
instead of going into detail about how adults can act like children, i would just like to summarize by saying that adults can act like children. note to the world: take responsibility for yourselves. all of you. suck it up! whatever it is that you did, well... you did it. hence the "you" in "you did it". see? it was you. you did it. maybe you can fix it, maybe you can apologize, make it up some other way. but you can't go back and undo what you did; therefore, you did it.
tonight, me & mini-me & my old man had supper with a person who is my relative, and who is very old. her hearing seems to be a tidge off, but her mind is sharp. for 93 yrs old, her body's not doing too bad - still scootin' around on her own steam. but, here's the thing -- she usually has supper with a couple other residents of the residence where she resides, and these other residents are old guys. this old lady relative of mine would rather sit with and talk with the guys than the girls, so now you can see that this is in my dna. what's in my dna? the recognition that while the girls -- even the old, old girls -- are all busy talking about their hair & their shoes, the guys are talking about something real, like... politics or local ordinances or religion or philosophy or cars or movies or sports.
why can't they take the rain from the places where it is flooding and bring it to the places that are having a drought? it must be more complicated than it sounds, or someone would have figured out a way to do it already. in one part of the country, towns are washing away, and in another part, they're withering.
crappy green team pulled out a win today. it was close there for a while, really close, but then the grace period was over, the other team still only had 6 players, and so they had to forfeit. we win again. yesss!
currently reading andrew greeley's the senator & the priest. greeley's predictable, but it's predictably good storytelling, and he usually works in something to learn... history, politics, something about the city of chicago or the catholic church. it's simply a relaxing read. highly recommended.
there was an odometer that did read: 9-1-9-1-0.
the road ended, right by the water. you'd have thought it would go around the water or maybe there'd be some rocks across. you'd have thought there'd be a road on the other side of the water. but, no. that was quite literally the end of the road. there was really no choice at that point, with the fire at our backs and hailstones raining down from the sky.
don't you hate when you have that outfit all picked out in your head, but when you put it on, it just doesn't look like what you thought it would? so, you change your clothes a couple times, and nothing's coming together right? so, you settle for something that you know works, but it's not what you wanted to wear at all?
currently listening to the del vikings on public television, and man, they sound good. i am a fan of their sound. motown? doo-wop? no matter what they are, they sound good. picked up a kieran kane cd from the dog pound at cat's records. that's good too, and it's country. also, my old man picked up the new rooney cd, and of course that's rock, and it's good, too. my old man also got phil collins' face value, and... can you guess?... it is good, too. they are all good. music is good.
there is some debate in the running community over what it means to be a purist - a pure runner. well, here's the answer -- being a purist is not about running fast, although a purist might run fast. being a purist is about simply running... or running, simply. being a purist is about focusing the abilities you have inside yourself, with the purpose of travelling through the space-time continuum by the force of your own propulsion.
finished hp7, and the proper thing to say about the book is that it is extremely satisfying. satisfying sounds like not-much, but it's actually... well, it's everything. you've got an epic series, carried over many years, hyped maximally, made into movies, studied from every angle, blogged about, put on summer reading lists -- the epitome of a classic. the long-awaited conclusion is ripe with the potential for failure. but, what happens? the complexities are made simple, the answers are given, all is explained, resolved... in short, concluded. with this book, the series is made whole, and the satisfaction that affords is something to which all authors should aspire.
zoom. what a great show. i remember once they made deviled eggs, and it was fascinating. seriously, something about the way they mixed the egg yolks with the mayo, mustard, & relish. truly fascinating. another time, they made these water-walker shoes out of large pieces of styrofoam with venetian blinds on the bottom. the blinds would go flat with the forward motion and then open with the pushback and afford some resistance, allowing the wearer to move across the surface of the water. what a great show. zoom.
i do not want to learn how to play the drums.
there's this shoney's commershal where the shoney's lady goes: what trouble did a pancake ever cause? and, the answer is clearly obesity. well, okay... that's not the answer ol' shoney lady be lookin' for....
oak ridge national laboratory was built hastily, though carefully, in the early 1940s. tucked in a secluded valley in east tennessee, the laboratory was part of the secret manhattan project that produced the bombs dropped on hiroshima & nagasaki. the laboratory was staffed by thousands of degreed scientists and science industry workers. brilliant men & women going to work every day in a dangerous & toxic environment. the oak ridgers needed homes. wooden houses connected by boardwalks were constructed in the muddy land surrounding the laboratory. as the months passed, more permanent housing was built from cemestos. this remarkable building material was formed by combining cement with asbestos.
here's a tip: not everyone has seen seinfeld; therefore, it's best not to call an ice cream shop owner the ice cream nazi because it may turn out that ice cream shop owner is an immigrant from poland, doesn't get the joke, and will with unknowing irony, withhold the frozen snack treat.
sometimes, you are compelled to say something unpleasant. it's weighing you down, so you have to take the ugly thought out of your mind and form it into words, and put it out there. you extract it from the other thoughts and expel it and man, do you feel better. but, then, there it is... it drives everyone to silence as they turn to contemplate it in all its smelly, steamy glory, and all you want to do is bag it up & throw it out -- a conversational turd.
on the doctor's advice, i kept running through the hamstring injury, and it feels amazingly better, so there's a vote in favor of the doctor, eh? looking forward to at 16-mile run this weekend. right. who looks forward to a 16-mile run? idiot.