Raiders beating the Broncos deserves a post
Is it the shape of things to come? I don't watch sports for one weekend and look what happens ...
So, what did I do this weekend? Let's start at the end:
1. Ate Newman's Champion Chocolate Chip cookies and watched Sportcenter (OK, so I did watch sports, but, c'mon, that shit don't count).
2. Sexy time.
3. Bowl of rice-noodle soup at Pho Bac. Pretty tasty ... but I could use a new pho recommendation ...
4. Playing with the dogs in the backyard. Weird destroyed two footballs in the past three days. Leroy's a little biatch and refuses to partake in the runaround.
5. Nap.
6. Whole-grain blueberry pancakes. Researching the 2008 primary election scheme. (Have you seen that Huckabee/Norris ad? What bothers me about ads like that and the Clinton/Sopranos ad is their total disregard for "the presidential." And I know that sounds crazy—"Shit, FFT, since when do you give a damn about the sanctity of the president"—but with multibillion-dollar wars and all that's going on in the world, it's sad that the only thing that gives the body politic a boner for who's running for top chief a chuck norris bit.)
4. Factory Girl, which is a total mess. It's a fictionalized account of Edie Sedgwick, who was at one time one of Andy Warhol's main girls. The film, however, totally sells its conflict out the gates, so there's nothing really to hold your attention throughout. And the neverending cameos bug, especially Hayden C. as Bob Dylan—put on this peacoat, throw this scarf around your neck, act stoney. Superficial.
3. Opa Opa take out.
2. La Fiesta takeout.
1. Running into DP and then Tim, who gives me a copy of the new Midtown Monthly, whereupon I read intern Alex's story on John Cardiel, which is nice and could have been a solid cover for another local rag ...
0. Wake up and take the dogs to East Portal Park, whereupon I run into a woman and her dog Griffin. She informs me that an old lady who lives near the EPP calls the city and then the heat comes down on dog owners who let their pets off the leash. Fines upward of $350!! Who knew! I'm keepin' Leroy on the chain (sorry, Snaggletooth).
Shit, did I mention the Raiders won? Worth a post ...

So, what did I do this weekend? Let's start at the end:
1. Ate Newman's Champion Chocolate Chip cookies and watched Sportcenter (OK, so I did watch sports, but, c'mon, that shit don't count).
2. Sexy time.
3. Bowl of rice-noodle soup at Pho Bac. Pretty tasty ... but I could use a new pho recommendation ...
4. Playing with the dogs in the backyard. Weird destroyed two footballs in the past three days. Leroy's a little biatch and refuses to partake in the runaround.
5. Nap.
6. Whole-grain blueberry pancakes. Researching the 2008 primary election scheme. (Have you seen that Huckabee/Norris ad? What bothers me about ads like that and the Clinton/Sopranos ad is their total disregard for "the presidential." And I know that sounds crazy—"Shit, FFT, since when do you give a damn about the sanctity of the president"—but with multibillion-dollar wars and all that's going on in the world, it's sad that the only thing that gives the body politic a boner for who's running for top chief a chuck norris bit.)
4. Factory Girl, which is a total mess. It's a fictionalized account of Edie Sedgwick, who was at one time one of Andy Warhol's main girls. The film, however, totally sells its conflict out the gates, so there's nothing really to hold your attention throughout. And the neverending cameos bug, especially Hayden C. as Bob Dylan—put on this peacoat, throw this scarf around your neck, act stoney. Superficial.
3. Opa Opa take out.
2. La Fiesta takeout.
1. Running into DP and then Tim, who gives me a copy of the new Midtown Monthly, whereupon I read intern Alex's story on John Cardiel, which is nice and could have been a solid cover for another local rag ...
0. Wake up and take the dogs to East Portal Park, whereupon I run into a woman and her dog Griffin. She informs me that an old lady who lives near the EPP calls the city and then the heat comes down on dog owners who let their pets off the leash. Fines upward of $350!! Who knew! I'm keepin' Leroy on the chain (sorry, Snaggletooth).
Shit, did I mention the Raiders won? Worth a post ...

"Man, I'm gonna own the AFC West for years ..."
1 comment:
Good shit bro, did I mention that I work for those people? Who needs season tickets, because I can sell them to you? (good sales terminology, right?)
By the way, are you and Rich still watching the soon to be Anaheim Sacramento Kings? Let it go bros...
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