R is for...Roses
I'm sitting here listening to "Goodbye to You" while watching the (college football) game between #8 Tennessee (I'm pretty sure that has one too many letters) and South Carolina. Tennessee (turns out it doesn't) is up 17-14. It's now halftime. Ooh...Tennessee is 103-6-1 when leading at halftime. It's gonna be tough for the Gamecocks to come back. Now I'm looking at the bottom line. #3 USC is tied with Cal at 21 apiece. Who would've guessed? Penn State and Notre Dame are now all but officially eliminated from any sort of running - that's a shame. I believe Kent State won though, so a little solace for our friend Big Jake. Wow, #15 Oregon got their asses handed to them by #21 Washington State. And did anyone see that comeback by #25 Florida? They were down 21-3 in the third quarter, and managed to beat Kentucky 24-21. I called that. But it's one of those things were you have that premonition that they're going to stage this comeback, but no one's gonna believe you. And I never said it out loud. Shit. Hey, the game between Arkansas and Alabama went to overtime. But I'll have to stick around to wait to see the results. Oh well. It's an SEC game - it doesn't matter all that much to me, but I'm gonna do it anyway. My computer's not moving away from the TV, and I have a feeling I have a lot more to say.
At least half of you don't give a damn about what I just wrote. A smaller percentage don't understand it. And some of you are most likely wondering why I'm talking so much about college football. Maybe one person that read the above paragraph thought it was some giant metaphor for what I'm feeling at this point in time. I'm not that gifted a writer, but wouldn't that be freaking awesome? A paragraph about college football that tells you secretly how I'm feeling? Yeah.
I just got this pop-up saying that I can get long distance for phone service. That beats the pants off what I'm paying now. Maybe I'll investigate. Hmm...they want me to enter my phone number to see if I qualify. That's eerily remisicent of the time Unkie and I went to the Cingular Wireless store and used their computers to try to determine how many rollover minutes Kelly Crowe has. If only we knew the zip code for NJIT, we could've had it. Let me go look it up - let's face it, it's been too long since I've done spontaneous research, big or small, and this entry is going nowhere. I'm doing a little hunting - checking mapquest, maps, mpasonus, the yellow pages, the ususal suspects.
Just five hours ago, I was doing this same thing, trying to find the zip code for the Outerbridge in New Jersey, only this time it was to give the information to my friendly neighboorhood Allstate insurance salesperson because my dad was the catalyst for a five-car pileup on the bridge going from New Jersey to New York. I apologize if any of you or your parents were involved in that car crash. Since the car needs to be taken in for repairs, maybe they'll finally get that maneur smell out of the car. I mean, that incident was over a month ago. How could my dad's car still smell like maneur?
I've noticed that these long entries tend to scare people off. From reading. Like, if I see a really long entry, I'll be honest, I skim. Maybe that's just me. But there's nothing you can do about it, you know? If you keep the entry the way it is, it's too long, if you break it up into different entries, people are only gonna read the most recent one, and then my whole college football dissertation is lost in cyberspace forever.
Speaking of which, Unkie, we need to film your Disa's Dissertation. This week, I'm told it will be on how it's unfair Souderton's mascot is the Indian. (This coming after a previous suggestion for a dissertation about Rosh Hashanah was given a thumbs-down, so to speak.)
08054 is the zip code for NJIT. And according to MapQuest, it's only a 46 minute drive from my house - let's visit her. And while we're here:
o·yez interj. : Hear! hear ye! an introductory word to call attention to a proclamation, as by a court crier; usually repeated three times.
At least half of you don't give a damn about what I just wrote. A smaller percentage don't understand it. And some of you are most likely wondering why I'm talking so much about college football. Maybe one person that read the above paragraph thought it was some giant metaphor for what I'm feeling at this point in time. I'm not that gifted a writer, but wouldn't that be freaking awesome? A paragraph about college football that tells you secretly how I'm feeling? Yeah.
I just got this pop-up saying that I can get long distance for phone service. That beats the pants off what I'm paying now. Maybe I'll investigate. Hmm...they want me to enter my phone number to see if I qualify. That's eerily remisicent of the time Unkie and I went to the Cingular Wireless store and used their computers to try to determine how many rollover minutes Kelly Crowe has. If only we knew the zip code for NJIT, we could've had it. Let me go look it up - let's face it, it's been too long since I've done spontaneous research, big or small, and this entry is going nowhere. I'm doing a little hunting - checking mapquest, maps, mpasonus, the yellow pages, the ususal suspects.
Just five hours ago, I was doing this same thing, trying to find the zip code for the Outerbridge in New Jersey, only this time it was to give the information to my friendly neighboorhood Allstate insurance salesperson because my dad was the catalyst for a five-car pileup on the bridge going from New Jersey to New York. I apologize if any of you or your parents were involved in that car crash. Since the car needs to be taken in for repairs, maybe they'll finally get that maneur smell out of the car. I mean, that incident was over a month ago. How could my dad's car still smell like maneur?
I've noticed that these long entries tend to scare people off. From reading. Like, if I see a really long entry, I'll be honest, I skim. Maybe that's just me. But there's nothing you can do about it, you know? If you keep the entry the way it is, it's too long, if you break it up into different entries, people are only gonna read the most recent one, and then my whole college football dissertation is lost in cyberspace forever.
Speaking of which, Unkie, we need to film your Disa's Dissertation. This week, I'm told it will be on how it's unfair Souderton's mascot is the Indian. (This coming after a previous suggestion for a dissertation about Rosh Hashanah was given a thumbs-down, so to speak.)
08054 is the zip code for NJIT. And according to MapQuest, it's only a 46 minute drive from my house - let's visit her. And while we're here:
o·yez interj. : Hear! hear ye! an introductory word to call attention to a proclamation, as by a court crier; usually repeated three times.