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I
haven't done any Boring Updates since
October of last year?
Well, we're overdue then:
* I read somewhere that the NFL season begins
in 11 weeks. Jeez, I'm still trying to
get over last season's
debacle. But, thankfully, the Chargers' top three coaches were either
fired or allowed to leave and they should now have a clear path to the
Super Bowl. Right. And just to make things worse,
some people are predicting My Padres to capture the NL flag this
year. I certainly appreciate that. Thanks guys.
* I gave up on
this. I just couldn't
take it anymore. Beth wants us to start watching "John From Cincinnati"
on HBO now, but I think I'm pretty much over serialized dramas for
awhile. And then there's that whole "Sopranos" Fuck You which may make
me swear off TV for good.
* Kirk hasn't sent out any
mass emails to friends
and family in several months, so I'm wondering if he read the Comments
Section for that entry and then decided to delete my email address. I
wouldn't be surprised. Actually, I think he might have a MySpace page so
maybe I should go find that and see if he's posted anything there (not
that'd re-post it here, of course, because that ship has
sailed--straight into some rocks).
* The day after I
dreamt about Jimmy
Carter, I had one of those Creepy Coincidence Moments. I pulled a big
wad of mail--including the new issue of Rolling Stone--out of our
mailbox (it must have been Junk Mail Tuesday) and tossed it on the sofa.
And, amazingly, the Rolling Stone flopped open to an interview
with...Jimmy Carter. Very creepy indeed.
* Hobbs seems to have finally
settled in. He spent his
first week here moping around quite a bit, but now he's a little more
active and playful. Plus, he's no longer sticking by my side all day
(like trying to sleep three inches behind my office chair, which has six
giant dog-eating wheels) so that's definitely a good thing. He'll be
fine. And I think the Cocos will be fine too. I even got the nerve up to
tell Terri that we're going to renamed him Daisy. She didn't cry all
that much when I said that, so I think she's starting to get over losing
Hobbs.
* And finally, it looks like I won't even need
to make an insurance claim for the
Fallen Tree of '07. The
tree guys charged me zippy for removing it (they charged my neighbor's
insurance company instead) and the only damage to my chain link fence
was to one 6' section (the really fucked up part belongs to my neighbor).
Hell, all I have to do is replace one lousy top rail on the fence and
I'll be golden. 30 bucks. Boom. Done. Good times.
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