OK, I'd Like the Universe...
... to understand that I did NOT sign up for an e-ticket ride on my reality. ::sigh:: Oh, and I'd like to admit to everyone and everything that I love my boss. No really, I love him. He drives me batshit sometimes, but he has a heart the size of the Amazon, and I am amazingly lucky to have found myself working for him.
On another note, I would like to walk up to any human at ALL who says something anything where either the team, the game of football or any coach or coaching assistant should be given even a MICRON of sympathy when one of their own committed acts of violence on young people who deserved so much more and kick them over and over until they feel as much physical pain as those who were violated will feel for the rest of their lives. And no, I do not want to argue the point, or try to discuss it if you disagree-- go elsewhere for that. Humanity and the well being of those you are above **ALWAYS** takes precedence over a freaking GAME.
Moving to a better line of thought, I am still not really creative, but getting there. I have the start of a McDanno Christmas Tale, and another one, sparked by last week's opening couchument and the line spouted by my better half (which was "Soo... I guess we're not making out, huh?") ::grinning::
Now, off I go-- there is possum posse for Hoarders, and then later, the wonder of a shirtless Steve and a sleepy couch Danny on Five-O. :D
On another note, I would like to walk up to any human at ALL who says something anything where either the team, the game of football or any coach or coaching assistant should be given even a MICRON of sympathy when one of their own committed acts of violence on young people who deserved so much more and kick them over and over until they feel as much physical pain as those who were violated will feel for the rest of their lives. And no, I do not want to argue the point, or try to discuss it if you disagree-- go elsewhere for that. Humanity and the well being of those you are above **ALWAYS** takes precedence over a freaking GAME.
Moving to a better line of thought, I am still not really creative, but getting there. I have the start of a McDanno Christmas Tale, and another one, sparked by last week's opening couchument and the line spouted by my better half (which was "Soo... I guess we're not making out, huh?") ::grinning::
Now, off I go-- there is possum posse for Hoarders, and then later, the wonder of a shirtless Steve and a sleepy couch Danny on Five-O. :D