Sunday, September 10, 2006

late evening

Crystal Meth Eyedrops?

Someone actually did a search for “Crystal Meth Eyedrops” and found my site.  C’mon people, all I was complaining about was the stupid drug policy that makes Wal-mart register me as a potential methhead criminal just because my sinuses hurt.  We went there again and wanted to buy a package of 12-hour pills and a package of 4-hour pills, but they would only let me buy ONE BOX.  Apparently two boxes of Sudafed turns one into a meth addict or something.  Never mind that I’ve had the sinus infection from hell that hasn’t responded to a Z-Pak, nor to the two week heavy duty Biaxin XL.  I fear I’m going to have to call Roto-Rooter to come over and snake out my sinuses.

Another fun search term which apparently turned up my blog - infectious pustules.  So, yeah, come on over to our house if you’re looking for crystal meth eyedrops (I did that search and discovered that meth gives people red eyes, which they try to clear up with eyedrops, I guess) and infectious pustules.  That party will ROCK.

Forgot to add one funny thing - we were at the Smith’s deli counter and for some reason I brought up the crystal meth eyedrop search to some man who was waiting for his delectable deli stuff, and he said, about the eyedrops, “Now, that’s just plain lazy.” None of us are sure how to make it, nor do we care, but clearly if it was as easy as eyedrops, people’s houses wouldn’t blow up, no?

evening

The Hail Marys And Their Very Good Day

The NFL officially started up on Thursday, but I only had one player playing (Ronnie Brown, who did unexpectedly well for me), so today felt like the real first day of the season.  We watched fourish (we flipped channels) games today, and three of them are now nominated for the highly touted award of Most Boring NFL Game This Decade.  Seriously, until the Brothers Manning Super Smackdown this evening, I thought I was going to have to start watching just my stats, and not any of the games.  I was lucky and got the number one draft pick in our league, so I picked RB Larry Johnson.  I was assured of him being a super stud.  This quote tells you all you need to know about his game today, “Larry Johnson rushed for 68 yards on 17 carries, the first time in 10 games he did not have at least 100 yards.” Also, my #1 WR, Steve Smith, out with an injury.  I’m not complaining about my stats this weekend though, as the Hail Marys rocked.  Thank you, Donovan McNabb and your three touchdown passes.  Unfortunately, the Eagles game wasn’t televised here, so I didn’t get to see any of them.  Man, I still can’t believe how boring the Seattle/Houston & KC/Cinncinati games were.  Thankfully, even though I don’t like either Manning brother, they both did well and the game was fun to watch.

Not only was I pleased with how well my starters (most of them) did today, but that I picked up Reggie Bush and Frank Gore for my bench.  I wished I’d played Frank Gore instead of Larry Johnson, but who plays a second season rookie, whose name I didn’t know until draft day, over a superstud?  Anyway, look for Frank Gore (SF) to be a superstud RB in the future.  I expect he and Reggie Bush to make my starting decisions difficult, and that’s a great problem to have.

I only have one player playing on Monday Night Football (TE Chris Cooley), but Leigh-Ann has two, including LaDainian Tomlinson.  I always enjoy watching LT play, so that’ll be good.  Maybe my TE will have a great night and I’ll break 100 points.  It doesn’t mean anything, but it’s fun to see.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

late at night

Storm Large - Supernova Doesn’t Deserve You

If any of you were watching Rock Star: Supernova tonight, you’ll have seen the tragedy of them kicking off the coolest contestant they’ve had in their two seasons.  Storm is smart, funny, nice, kicks all kinds of musical butt, and well, is kind of hot.  Her original song last night was awesome.  Dilana has turned into an emotional whiny self-absorbed train wreck and it was SO time for her to crawl away.  You know, crawl, because of that “torn calf muscle” that required being carried on the stage last night and crutches today, but somehow magically allowed her big “rocker” kick in the air tonight.  I call bullshit on the injury.  It was more, “Me, me, me, poor me, woe is me, no one wants this like me, I’m nothing without me, let’s talk about me and how my trash talking others hurt me, me, me, me, me.” Dilana, you’ve gone from front runner to, well, crap.  Cheap Trick is “punk rock”?  In what alternate universe?  What a miserable mess she made of “I Want You to Want Me”, and of course notice that it was about “ME ME ME”.  Gah, I hate her. 

The show is pretty much dead to me now.  I wouldn’t pay to see any of those left on the show.  I love the house band, but not fronted by the runners up.  I think Magni is a talented nice guy, but a mostly boring performer.  Lukas seems to be a one trick pony.  Toby (classy, dedicating his performance to Steve Irwin) should win, but I’m still not interested in seeing Supernova.  What I would LOVE to see is a Storm Large concert, with Zayra Alvarez opening.  Two real performers, and two totally smart (and hot, heh) chicks.  Maybe Liz Phair could book a show with them - she always picks interesting acts to tour with her.  I hope they’ll both play in Vegas someday, but if not, I’m willing to travel to Portland to see Storm...and I’ve NEVER been willing to travel more than thirty minutes to see anyone perform.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

late evening

Are You Ready For Some (Fantasy) Football?

It’s Year 3 of my fantasy football life.  Every year I learn more and more, and I finally recognize most of the players’ names (heh, Craphonso Thorpe), except for your average defensive lineman.  Even though SL was obsessed with defense, I mostly don’t care about what’s going on on the line after the snap.  I want to follow the ball.  Even though I only have one player (Ronnie Brown) in Thursday’s game, I’m pretty excited about football season starting.  I have a doctor’s appointment across town, which means picking up Popeye’s on the way home.  Unfortunately, since Popeye’s is so far away, it’s only a special occasion meal.  Sure, sure, you might think that eating at a five star restaurant is something for a special occasion, but that’s probably why you’re not me.  Ugh, I’d have to get dressed up for that.

I suppose I should finally get to my book review - Committed:  Confessions of a Fantasy Football Junkie by Mark St. Amant.  It was an entertaining and an educational (well, for me) story of one guy’s dream to win his fantasy football league.  Luckily for him, he’s a writer, so even though he quit his advertising job to work on his fantasy football game full-time, he was still able to cash in on it with a book.  And a good book it was.  Read it to find out the answer to the all-important question - does devoting your life to winning your league help you actually win that league?  Whether or not he wins, it was an interesting journey.  One of the surprises of a super competitive league he observed was that one of the members is Cenk Uygur from The Huffington Post.  This was written before HuffPo existed and Cenk was a radio talk show host.  His website is http://www.theyoungturks.com - and in some weird synchronicity thing, I was just reading his profile on The Young Turks site, which I’ve never been to before and he mentions “Favorite Product: Popeye’s Chicken”.  Weird, no?

Sunday, September 03, 2006

evening

Sinuses, Biaxin XL, and Me

It’s now been a week since I started Biaxin XL.  It no longer makes me swimmingly nauseous when I take the pills, but I’ve had low-grade nausea off and on all week, throughout the day.  It’s weird.  The only thing I can imagine it is, is the medicine.  My sinus infection still appears to be hanging around too.  Totally not fair.  I hope I only need to finish the next week of taking the meds and that’ll take care of the situation.  I suppose I could look on the bright side, as it’s just a sinus infection, but I’m just so tired of being sick or in pain.  Boy, the last year has been trying.  Although, I feel tons better than I did eleven months ago.  That’s something.  (Anyway, I wrote this entry because I seem to be showing up in search engines for “sinus infection” and “Biaxin XL”, so I just wanted to let strangers know how it might feel after taking it for a week.  Everyone else, never mind.)

While I’m talking about crappy stuff, how’s this for super crappy?  Poor Steve Irwin. :( SYDNEY (Reuters) - Steve Irwin, the quirky Australian naturalist who won worldwide acclaim, was killed by a stingray barb through the chest on Monday while diving off Australia’s northeast coast, emergency officials and witnesses said.