I don't care about football, but...
I like when Stanford beats USC, and I'm sure Jed does, too. Cal is up next, and I've got a good feeling about this one, considering that Stanford has utterly crushed its opponents the last two weeks.
I'm definitely sick. It's at the stage where my sore throat is starting to go away and everything goes to my nose, which means I have once again been sinus infection'd. At least I feel a lot better than I did this weekend - I couldn't lift my head a lot of the time. But a Furuba marathon severely improved that. Shigure. Eeeee, Shigure.
I just never know what to do with myself when there's no baseball. My first year of college, I discovered Oofuri, which was the perfect tie-over (especially given that Junta's personality is remarkably close to Mr. Lowrie's in one major aspect - sense of humor), and my second year, I was reading several baseball manga at once and it kept me occupied enough. That and doing awesome stuff with
soprano_no_eiji all the time. She saves my ass, you know. This year, I'm leaning more towards writing some scouting reports for prospects, though, because prospects are my first baseball love, and I love making myself look like a total stalker. (Not actually true.)
I'm not sure how else to close this entry, so here, have a picture of a creepy Ewok costume for your toddler:
