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Beliefs, Controls, and the Occasional Bologna Sandwich

 
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Friday March 19 2004. BOOBIE PRIZE.
  Hey, nice job Mr. Glenn. I'm currently ranked 382nd out of 396 in my Big Money NCAA Pool. Maybe I can finish last and win the boobie prize--I would get my money back.
DOG THUMBS. THE UNKNOWN COMIC.

  When you work from home, you find yourself alone for most of the day. Around here, it's just me and the dog between 8 am and 7 pm most days. Which leads to interesting conversations with him:
  Glenn: "Luke, you wanna treat? Yes? Well, go open up the cabinet and get it yourself."
  Luke: "I can't. I don't have any thumbs."


Hurray for The Unknown Comic!

THE FCC. NOT-SO-GREAT EIGHT.
  Headline Of The Day: "FCC to Broadcasters: F-Word Out of Bounds"
  Well, no shit.
  The Oakland A's third baseman Eric Chavez recently signed a contract that states, in part, that he can't be traded to the following teams without his consent: Cleveland, Florida, Milwaukee, Minnesota, Montreal, New York Mets, Tampa Bay and Toronto.
  How do you think those eight teams feel? And why aren't the Padres included in that group?
COLD HARD CINDER BLOCKS. AGE.
  My neighbor Bob (yes, another neighbor named Bob) was breaking up cinder blocks in his driveway all day (I won't ask if you don't). Thunk! Thunk! All freakin' day in the cold. Why can't he wait until spring, for fuck sake? And it set me to thinking: What a long, horrid, ugly winter this was. Cooped up in this house. My cat croaking. Lusting for cigarettes. And a 3-month writer's block. Brutal, I tell ya. But fortunately, the good weather will roll in soon and my mood will brighten up. Coronas on the deck. Softball. Golf once a week. And warmth.   Glenn: "Guess who died today? J.J. Jackson. Remember him? The old VJ?""
  Beth: "Who?"
  Long contemplative pause. The Glenny decides that he is old.
GEEK. Dog Thumbs, Age, The FCC, Geeks, Astrobracketology, Not-So-Great Eight, The Boobie Prize, The Unknown Comic, Gene! Gene!, and Cold Hard Cinder Blocks.
  Last night I stayed up until almost 2 am because I finally figured out how to convert a Word document into a PDF document. I was kinda excited. So, does that make me a geek? Or rather more of a geek?
ASTROBRACKETOLOGY. GENE! GENE!
  All Your Brackets Are Belong To Us.


And hurray for Gene, Gene the Dancing Machine too!

     

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