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Friday February 20 2004. SPACE INVADERS.
  Here's a seriously un-PC wallpaper called Space Invaders Gang Rape. It's wrong on several levels, but funny nonetheless.
PITCHERS AND CATCHERS. THE COLOR OF MONEY. MR. DONNER.
  Some of the most welcome words at the end of a long dreary winter: "Pitchers and catchers report to spring training..."   From a U2 message board......"And finally, my husband likes to watch porn movies from time to time. That's fine, but he has to make sure to turn it off before the money shot, because that also makes me throw up for some reason, which totally spoils the mood, LOL."
  And this references U2 how...? Sometimes it's better just to move on.

 

GOLF SEASON. WEEKEND.
  We've got a tee time for tomorrow.  It shall be our first time out on the links this year (yet another nice end to a long dreary winter).   I think it's time to switch over to Movable Type or something. FrontPage is just bogging down and the bugs, quirks, and flat out screw-ups are just killing me.
  But have a nice weekend anyway, everyone......
BOSSES. Pitchers And Catchers, Golf Season, Bets, Mr. Donner, Space Invaders, Bosses, Extended Viewing Fees, The Color Of Money, and Weekends.

  I'm having quite a bit of trouble today sitting in front of a monitor when it's 60° and sunny outside. I need a boss to tell me to stop staring out the window and get back to my article on the death penalty for juveniles--

 

  Hmm.

  No, never mind. I'm going out back to read. I'll wish for a boss next week.

EXTENDED VIEWING FEES. BET.
  Actually, I can't go out back and read. I told Beth I would take "Intolerable Cruelty" back to the video store.
  I guess I got me a boss...
  Speaking of golf, Beth and I have a bet this year.  She claims that she's going to become proficient enough at golf to shoot better than me.  I told her that was bull-honky.  See, her best score last year was around 125 or so, while my best was 107.  Can it happen? Can she beat me? Sure, but only if I drink a beer a hole.
  And what are the parameters of the bet? Well, if she beats me, I'll do whatever she wants for a month. And if she doesn't beat me, I pat myself on the back.
     

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