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Well, I hope one and all had a wondrous Christmas. Mine was pretty good.
Things kinda started a bit bumpy... what with the whole driving to Pittsburgh only to see another thorough beating at the hands of the hated and vile Ravens. Ah well. Next year.
At least the rest of the NFL season has been glorious. The Football Gods continue to reward deserving teams and punish evil ones. Note:
-The Saints are NFC standouts after years of horridness and only a year removed from them being the United States Saints as some sort of natural disaster or something drove them from New Orleans.
-The Chargers are on top of the NFL in large part due to the Eli Manning trade and even better the NY Giants suck horribly (and so does Eli) thanks to the Eli Manning trade. Fuck you, Mannings. That s what you get for thinking you re above the NFL.
-The Cowboys and Eagles... the guys with enough sense to kick TO to the curb whoop on the morally bankrupt Cowboys and TO himself gets beat by the guy he called a fag from the first he destroyed (and every time he drops a pass, Jerry Jones just looks more and more like the asshole he is). It is glorious.
-Kansas City went from one of the classiest men in in the NFL as their coach to one the most classless (non-Raider) men in the NFL and their season goes down the crapper.
Damn, I love football.
Anyway, back to Xmas.
Ate lots, got lots of presents. There was even a surprising dearth of useless gifts this year. How about that? I got a stack of DVDs near up to my knee. Some new clothes. Some camo for the paintball fields (guess I ll have to say goodbye to my all black shorts, T-shirt and rugby socks outfit... my tribute to the man in black... worthy fucking adversary). Anyway. Good stuff.
And now I am soundly entrenched in my fortnight of sloth. No work... just sleep, lounging, more sleep and sitting in front of my computer. Glorious. Truly glorious.
Now I must go... typing is way too much like work. NEED COMPLETE SLOTH!!
Now let me alone.
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What the hell!? I m friggin sick. That never happens. I have a CON of 17... a +3... there s just no reason for it! But alas here I am.
Made the drive to Philly yesterday only to leave around 2:30 cause my head was too pressurized to look at a CRT. Slept for 13 hours last night amid a constant cold sweat. Doing a little better today. Good enough for Skirmish Night. We ll see how it goes.
Hopefully I ll be back to full strength by tomorrow... I still have Xmas shopping to do. And the Steelers on Sunday. Not just watching them on TV... watching at Heinz Field! If I m still sick then there s no way I ll be able to stand out in the cold for four hours... have to scalp my ticket... and that would be a travesty!!
-bampf |
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It seems my lengthy exultations on the glory of Conan and REH is reaching further than just Bran s idled mind... a respectable national newspaper is taking up the banner as well...
Conan in the Wall Street Journal
My influence is considerable and far reaching.
Fear me. Fear my sword.
-bampf
PS Also wish Bastius a happy birthday if you see him. Sneaky bastard didn t mention it last night at Game Night... probably (and rightfully) out of fear of a Birthday Sodomy Train or something.
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So, I m still a bad blogger. Shame on me.
So what is new? Aziz was stripped (err snipped) of his manhood but, undaunted, continues to be the best kitty ever despite his testicular handicap.
Also his fattening up process continues with much success. We re doing our best to bring out his inner Eunuch.
Did the gun show with Bastius on Saturday. You know... Xmas gift shopping. What better place? The mall? Bah.
I ve noted this before, but it s amazing how polite everyone is at a gun show. The crowded thoroughfares lead to a lot of bumping and nudging that always evoke heartfelt apologies. It s a funny thing that happens when a group knows the odds are good that any given person you encounter within that group has very high odds of being armed.
The three funniest things on TV right now:
3. Metalocolypse (position earned exclusively by way of performing a Satanic Ritual of Vengence against Rachel Ray)
2. Frisky Dingo
1. The Geico Caveman airport comercial
Dr Who has dropped after a handful of painful-to-watch episodes (though they seem to be getting back on track). And House has been bogged down with their pain-in-the-ass-cop storyline.
Man... I m blogging about TV. Know how infrequently that happens... going all Todd on ya.
No paintball plans on the horizon after playing three weekends out of four. Would like to play in the snow at least once.
Speaking of. Where s the friggin snow? Stupid global warming. Stupid Al Gore. I want snow.
Thursday is shaping up to be a mini-gamestravaganza. With Warhammer and BloodBowl and general nerdery abounding. Hope we have enough table space to accomodate the rampant game playing.
Guess that s all for now.
-bampf |
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I got a Spam email today with the subject: "vehemently poop."
Just felt the need to mention that. I needed to share.
-b |
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Mere moments ago I pressed the Make Payment button for an online payment of $253 to Gettysburg College.
And then elation.
For that was the last payment of the last of four student loans. 10 years and six months after I graduated. Not bad, I guess, considering I got $100k worth of edu-macation jammed into my massive skull-- most of it by way of grants. Maybe the system does work.
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