I’ve been a bad wittle boy. Where have all the posts been? Did they all just fade away?
• Yeah, my NFL Picks never seem to get very far. I did, what, two out of the first three weeks this year? The problem is less me being wrong, or the mere picking of the games. It’s the comedy. I try to be funny, but my lack of knowledge of all things Roger Goodellish hamstring me. Whatever. Besides, while you were watching the media crown the Bears (Denny knew who they were,) I was watching Lauren Graham on Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. So how again am I qualify to handicap the gridiron?
• NANOWRIMO! Oh, it is so close, and this year I actually have a plot! The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause psp Admittedly, most NaNoers have plots revolving around mythical kingdoms and people saving the world (like Luke’s nephew Jess on Heroes apparently. Wouldn’t know; I don’t watch it) while my plot revolves around tax increment financing. Sort of. It’s just a little boring. It’s still good! It’s still good!
Admittedly part two, that’s not really what it’s about. I’ll post excepts, if not the whole thing, so you’ll see. I’ll show ALL of you.
(For the uninitiated, NaNoWriMo, or the National Novel Writing Month, is a challenge to write a 50,000 word novel between November 1 and 30. Quantity over quality; you can always edit later. More details at the website.)
• I am Emily’s dealer. I get her addicted to things, like 24 and King of the Hill. My newest drugs of choice: baseball and The Office.
The Cards are, once again, ho hum, in the NLCS, although a loss tonight will change that – your ass is on the line, Suppan. Emily has been rivited by the playoffs, becoming a Cardinals fan and even watching games without my presence. She also helps me see the team in a new light: David Eckstein, thanks to his diminutive stature, is the “little boy,” and thanks to his constantly wagging tounge, Ronnie Belliard is the team’s “puppy.” Given Pujols’ recent surly attitude and slow devolution into a certain assholish Giants outfielder, we have one hell of a double play combination:
These are the saddest of possible words:
“Toddler to Puppy to Bonds.” Broken Trail dvd download The Mistress of SpicesTrio of cardinals, and fleeter than birds,
Toddler to Puppy to Bonds.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Carlos hit into a double-
Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:
“Toddler to Puppy to Bonds.”
Emily loves the “So” face, too. That’s the youthful distraught face that So Taguchi wears when he misses a fly ball or strikesout or homers or singles or gets up in the morning or breathes oxygen.
He and Eckstein could probably pass for little leaguers.
But back to the other addiction: The Office. I started showing the third season episodes to Emily as they were E*DVRed, and when I got the seconds season DVD free from work we busted it out in a week. Then we watched the third season opener again. Emily’s still debating a costume for a Halloween party she’s flocking to this Saturday, and I suggested she attend as Pam (I would surely go as Michael Scott if I were attending.) She’s most likely passing on the costume, all for the want of curlier hair.