My favorites are failing me. Of the six games that are completed so far this championship weekend (that I cared who won, I am 1-5.
Thank you Jackrabbits!
You made my day.
Random comments and random foci from a random guy.
My favorites are failing me. Of the six games that are completed so far this championship weekend (that I cared who won, I am 1-5.
Thank you Jackrabbits!
You made my day.
I don't always think things through. I get emotional and think the worst. Change can be fearsome. Especially when there are new limitations.
But the truth is, there is little I can't do now that I could before, Save typing, of course. And I'm not sure about masterbating; that will be saved for later determination.
But psychologically there is a toll. You all know the limp-wristed faggot jokes. Well that is totally me now. And I remember in grade school "Spaz" was the put-down du jour. And now as I feel the spasm twitching through my hand, I regret ever using the term.
I am made more humble.
It’s been known for a year that USC and UCLA bolted for the Big Ten.
Then Colorado left for the Big 12. Today, Oregon and
Washington announced they were going to the Big Ten. Then Arizona, Arizona St. and Utah announced they
were headed to the Big 12.
That leaves Oregon St., WSU, Cal-Berkeley and Stanford.
There are some oddities here.
The Big Ten is known for academically top of the line
institution of higher education. I think Washington, UCLA and USC easily meet
that standard. Oregon, maybe. But Cal and Stanford go way above. And the Pac-12
is known as the conference of champions, much due to Stanford.
They say it is all about the money. I’m sure that is true, but you would think high quality universities in a super huge coverage area (Cal and Stanford) would have kicked Seattle and Eugene’s asses. There is more at play here that will never be known.
I will enjoy my final year of Pac 12 football.
GO DUCKS!!!!!!!!
The third or fourth consecutive day of 100˚ + temperatures. And the ten-day forecast offers no respite.
Ain’t the Inland Empire glorious in the summer.
SEND ICE!
Let’s pretend you have this big, fluffy cat. An adorable cat that looks so huggable. She is almost irresistible. But you know she doesn’t like her body touched.
(Aside: I would never do this to Billie Jean. I know there
would be bloodshed, paramedics summoned and blood transfusions in the ER.)
Is it morally reprehensible to request that in exchange for
room and board, she show a modicum of compromise and snuggle?
Today would have been Wayne Edward Peterson’s 69th birthday. Some of you may better remember him as Knute.