Monday, September 03, 2007

More Thoughts From The Dark Recesses

Some random musings from a mind suffering from lack of use over a long weekend. The purpose of this exercise is simply to jump start things a little bit. As I think it, so I'll write it. If there's a link in there, it's something that I thought of while writing and decided to add it after the post was finished.
  • I really hope I don't write anything profane or pornographic. That would be highly embarrassing.
  • Stop thinking that way. The more determined you are to not think about those types of things, the more likely they are to be thought about.
  • Stop it.
  • Nope - you're not allowed.
  • If you build it, they will come (do NOT read into that, folks.)
  • Red Sox are tearin' the cover off the ball. Go'head, boys! Swing that stick!
  • Jesus Christ.
  • See? Now we're on the right track. Religious thought. No way religion, sex and bad words could all mix it up.
  • Oh... nevermind.
  • If runners score as a result of an error, does it still count as an RBI for the batter?
  • Yawn. Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn.
  • What did I do this weekend? Well, I saw Superbad. That was good. I had dinner with my Pops. That was good too. Who knew Ruby Tuesday had become more upscale? It was actually a very decent meal and salad bar. I went to the batting cages and ate Rocky Road ice cream! I'm sore as a result of the former... still. But, I very much enjoyed the latter. Gorgeous weather, too. See? The weekend wasn't a total loss.
  • Long distance information, gimme Memphis, Tennessee. Tryin' to find the party trying to get in touch with me.
  • You know I'm going to Memphis this week? Actually I'm going to Nashville, and from there I'll drive to Memphis. Why? Goof's got a wedding to go to, and I get to be her 'and guest' (benefits of being a boyfriend and all...) She's a bridesmaid... and apparently the bride actually has some taste. We will not be going to a wedding in which the bridal party look like a bunch of lettuce leaves.
  • Just started Season 5 of 24. How much more can they do with this show? Have I reached the point of desensitization? Jack Bauer must be ready to pass out. Am I gonna enjoy this as much as previous seasons?
  • You know what I love? This picture of the Last Supper with cartoon characters from Popeye replacing all the major players. I love Popeye. I really love old Popeye, circa 1920's and 30's. Sometimes I think I'd like to travel back in time and live back then. It seemed a much more simple and enjoyable life. And God knows, the music was better. Plus, I could still smoke and not have any idea it would be killing me. But then, I wouldn't get to see the Red Sox win a World Series, and there'd be no World of Warcraft. Still, I bet I could hang. Hell, I'd probably make a fortune. Or not.
  • You know why else I like Popeye. I really dig anchors.
  • Dammit! Well folks, I lied. But not on purpose. I got interrupted by my roommate who wanted to have a lengthy conversation on various spectator sports. I tried to give one word answers and drop a few hints. Didn't work. BUT, I'm back now. And in full effect.
  • I love it when you call me Big Poppa! Throw your hands in the air...
  • Wait, what the hell? I hate that song. Thanks Notorious B.I.G. You're a dick.
  • Goof keeps IM'ing me and asking to see an advance copy of the blog post - you know, because it's been so long since I've posted and she's anxious to see something new up here. I told her she has to wait like the rest of the commoners (her words, not mine.) She wasn't pleased. She accused me of being grumpy (in a roundabout way), and said she should get special privileges. This post doesn't lend itself to that. You can't show someone an advance copy of a stream of consciousness post. That's ridiculous. She'll see once she reads it. She'll understand. Sheesh. It's a good thing she makes me laugh.
  • I can't... stop.... yawning.
  • I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Work is a struggle. Has been for months. Not struggle as in, "This is hard" but struggle as in "I really don't want to get started on any of this." Makes me wonder if I'm in the right line of work... but then, I don't have any better alternatives at the moment. Any ideas, folks?
  • I could be a professional baseball player. Some of these people don't look very good. Plus, you should have seen me at the batting cages. I was foulin' off pitch after pitch, and even hittin' some on the fast setting!
  • If you were a musician, what kind of musician would you be? I think I'd like to play the drums, but then again everyone wants to play the drums. I could sing! Maybe. I wouldn't want to be a flutist, though. Maybe the recorder? The triangle?
  • I've been wearing sandals a lot lately. Very unlike me, but I'm finding them rather comfortable which is indeed surprising. When I was younger, my feet would get scratched to shit every time I wore sandals. Made me look negatively on them for some time. It made me wonder why Moses, Jesus, the disciples and all those bad boys made them their footwear of choice. Didn't they get nasty, scratchy feet? Didn't it sting when the sand got in there? Yuck.
  • I've started waking up really early and going to the gym before work. It makes me feel better to have worked out first thing, and I don't have to worry about it when I get home. However, I don't think I'll be doing this tomorrow, because I want to stay up a little later than usual, and I'm still sore from the batting cages. See how easy it is to talk yourself out of it? Pathetic.
  • 1,2,3 o'clock, 4 o'clock rock.
  • I have had WAYYYY too much water today and now I am utterly sodden with drink. I keep having to go to the bathroom. You probably didn't need to know that but hey, am I honest or am I honest?
  • Goof just interrupted me again. Waiting for me to publish this thang. Guess I shouldn't keep her waiting any longer. Man, am I whipped!
  • Alright, how do I end this?
  • Maybe I just end it.
  • Maybe I say goodbye.
  • Nah, too final.
  • Well, hope you enjoyed everyone! No sex, religion, or bad words here today!
  • Whatever. That was a lie. I was foolin' y'all.
  • Now, I'm just being annoying
  • I kinda like it.
  • Fine. O.K. O.K. O.K. Fine. I'm finishing up.
  • BYE!
  • For now!
  • *wave*

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3 Comments:

Anonymous ak said...

Howdy! Good to have you back in the saddle, cowboy. And the answer to your question (If runners score as a result of an error, does it still count as an RBI for the batter?) is no, assuming the runners wouldn't have scored without the error. For example, say Lugo is on second and Ellsbury hits a grounder to second that he beats out for an infield single, allowing Pedroia to reach third. If the first baseman drops the second baseman's throw and Pedroia scores, it's no RBI.

6:51 AM  
Blogger Jesseanna said...

I would be an air guitarist. Or perhaps an air banjoist.

11:47 AM  
Blogger GB said...

Reads an awful lot like Morning Pages.

1:36 PM  

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