Today I’m fighting off either a cold or allergies. Hope it’s a cold because allergies suck. Either way, I’m sleepy, my nose is stuffed and I’m hungry. June 1, please come quick! Had a nice weekend, all things considered. Got a call from my cousin Jr. (of Prodigal Son) on Saturday morning that he was
Been too tired lately to get any Pokemon time in on the train and I bought Car Battler Joe over the weekend which I haven’t played at all yet. Also have Castlevania (?) that Omar lent me but I haven’t had a chance for that one either. CBJ looks fun, reminding me of this game
Last night went about as well as I could’ve hoped for, with a good turnout, fun feature and exciting slam. Top three ended up being Roger, Omar & Dawn, with Omar holding on to 2nd by a mere 0.2 points. The judges were consistently in the 25-26 range, with a few spikes into higher territory
Monday, Monday. I’m really looking forward to tonight after last week’s weather-induced, bad-stomach-bad-attitude debacle. The semi-finals have always been a lot of fun and we’ve got some great matchups again this year. With Omar, Roger, Oscar, Dawn and Sabrina in the mix, it should be a tight one. Conventional wisdom has Roger, Dawn & Sabrina
Welcome to the next edition of getting to know your friends. What you’re supposed to do is copy (not forward) this entire e-mail and paste it nto a new e-mail that you’ll send. Change all of the answers so they apply to you. Then, send this to a whole bunch of people you know *INCLUDING*
Josh Gracin. Why does this twangy fool irritate me so? I’ve been Googling him to get some more information on his status and it’s all annoyingly vague and largely supportive. It’s disgusting that this guy is living it up in a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, “pursuing his dream,” supposedly using his leave-time to remain
The antiNOTES…
Blame it on the rain? Maybe. It certainly messed with our turnout last night. I’m thinking my having to be sober through it all is what really set ME off, though. The anniversary show was both a moderate success and a raging bust all at once. I had the whole night laid out on a
I’ve found Calista Flockhart’s dirty little secret: GASTROENTERITIS. With it, you, too, can lose 7 punds in just ONE weekend. No exercise required, other than the muscles used to regurgitate everything from the night before out of your mouth and any leftovers out the other end. Yeah, I had a wonderful weekend! Stomach’s still roiling
One of the five people that read this thing is bored at work and suggests I write something today. Not a bad idea as I need a couple of minutes break from work, both the paid one and the poetry one. Stepped in dog shit this morning! Stepping in puddles and dragging my foot through
The problem with these journals is that by the time you find the time to write something in them, so much has happened that you don’t know where to start. Or finish. Besides that, Salome says I’ve been talking too much about the war. This past Monday’s show couldn’t have worked out better than if