The Blog O' Incoherence

Well...people are already trying to figure out how to make this Blog better, so I get revered and worshipped and all sorts of other crap. Here's one.

Ken: here's a feature: "What the fuck was I thinking?" ...where you talk about something you did or planned to do that went horribly horribly wrong.
me: I could do that at the end of every day, Ken.

So far, it's not working.

Do you have an idea? If so, it'll fail, then make its way up here.

This is just a great little quote involving Jim Valvano, former head basketball coach at NC State.

Jim Valvano: Hey, can I ask you a question?
Ref: Sure Jim, what's up?
Valvano: Can you T me up for what I'm thinking?
Ref (after a moment): Well, no, I guess I can't.
Valvano: Well, in that case, I think you suck.

He never got T'ed up for that comment. The ref said it was too good a line.

Oh holy crap:

::Spider-Man 2 movie logos will appear on first, second and third base, plus the pitching rubber, a deal between the movie studio and MLB, according to today's Wall Street Journal. (Apparently, home plate was either too sacred -- or perhaps too expensive.)::

Soon we're going to have races around the bases, fans will get to sit on the infield, and Juan Pierre will have a TIDE logo on both his shoulders.

And...lest I not forget...the appearance of the mullet will multiply in parks.

Oh...big problems abound for baseball. Screw steroids. I'm more afraid of this NASCARification of the game.

You know this won't be limited to just baseball, though. Soon, it's going to get to the point that the NBA finals are brought to us by a Monsters Inc. 2 basketball--with the authentic available at Pizza Hut for $5.99, with the purchase of a specialty pizza and a two-liter of Pepsi.

The Super Bowl will feature footballs that you can OWN for just $1.99!--if you buy ten gallons worth of gas at Sunoco.

Oh well. At least bowling sold out long ago. Then again, it's BOWLING. Didn't have much of a choice there, did they?

So, there's a woman on television...Comedy Central, in fact.

She has a stand-up special. I don't know her name, but maybe in this case, it's not important. Anyway, she COULD be quite funny...if she didn't chuckle at everything she said. She's really quite attractive (did a leg up by her head thing), and has some good material.

And yet...she just isn't funny.

Does this finally prove that women just aren't funny? I've never met a woman who was funny (save for Em when she's had a few and is being very sarcastic), and this may be the closest to it...and she just can't do it.

Sigh. I'll find someone out there who can make me laugh and has boobs.

And no, I don't mean Rodney Dangerfield.

So, Weims has started stalking me.

Tonight, he asked me why I didn't tell him he made my Blog. Now, I know it's an honor to make this thing (your name gets on the internet, for dozens and dozens to see!), but he was legitimately upset.

He even called me (no idea how he got my phone number; I'm unlisted) and started crying, saying that he needed the recognition to prove to his father that he's "not a nobody".

Weims lives in Minnesota, I believe. He called a man who lives in Pennsylvania, and gave me this monologue out of a movie about how he was shunned because he never became a banker (I guess there's a long line of bankers in his family...it boggles me as to why, other than they're all about smuggling money out of the bank), then said that, if I don't promote him and his antics more (his words, not mine), he'd find me and make me pay.

I believe his exact words were this:

"I'll take your ass all the way to the bank!"

After about 30 seconds of silence, he asked if I was there, to which I said yes. He then asked me if I understood that pun, to which I said I did.

He then asked me if the delivery was off, and if so, then he was going to kill Eric Chad, his comedic coach.

I hung up, and haven't turned my cell on since.

Interesting evening, to say the least.

I'm not all that convinced that Citrus Listerine is less intense than regular Listerine.

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So...in rather ironic news:

- My RAM won't allow me to put XP on my PC.
- Then, my monitor died.
- Ollie is the most needy cat I've ever encountered, which is ironic because the reason we got a cat is that it can take care of itself.

So...minimal irony, but maximized when they actually happened.

I'm planning to go to Borders later today, and try to get a jobby job. I hope they're in a giving mood.

Weims gave me some good stuff for the ol' Blog tonight.

Senatorweims16: Damn it, Cops is over. Now my life returns to the suck.
Super Comey: Your life perks up when Cops is on?

Senatorweims16: Holy fuck people are messed up. Some dude in a wheelchair tried robbing a gas station and punched the worker in the face for a few packs of cigarettes.
Super Comey: Some people just can't help but punch others in the face.
Senatorweims16: He's tried running the same cop over before in his wheelchair.
Senatorweims16: That's one badass handicapped fucker.
Super Comey: I feel like I'm having a conversation with Grover. If Grover had better TV reception and could get "Cops" in Maine, this is the conversation I'd have six times a week.

The real problem is...I think I've just doomed myself with a self-fulfilling prophecy.


LATE NIGHT SUNDY TO-DO LIST FOR THE WEEK:

DEFINITES!

All week: Get a job
Monday night: Basketball and dinner at home
Tuesday night: Basketball practice 6:30-8:30
Wednesday night: Baseball game
Thursday night: Basketball practice 6:30-8
Friday night: Staying in
Saturday morning: Games 9:15 and 11:45
Sunday morning: Game 9:15

This week has "fly by" written all over it.

You know, I go through and have spurts where I write in this thing, and I try to make it a daily thing.

Then I go two weeks without posting.

Where does the time go? The past two weeks have just FLEW by. I haven't done jack with my life, and two weeks have gone by where I haven't really lived.

And, to that, I say...well, that happens...I think.

Anyway, I've had a good time this weekend. We had a scrimmage down in Philly Saturday morning, which went well. I wish the Millersburg boys could've stayed and hung out with us at King of Prussia; the five that stayed had a great time, but it would have been better with those three there. This team is coming around, and I'm pleased with the effort so far. I feel I could do a lot more for these kids, but my inexperience gets in my way too much.

And, to THAT, I say...well, that'll happen, and go away.

I think.

I hope.

I suffer from not enough confidence. Then again...where's there to give me that ego boost?