I am not writing any damned manifesto (who the fuck would read it?) but my descent into Quarantine Madness continues unabated.
We are now in simulated Season Three of the Bernard Gilkey era leading Everton Football Club. First, we finished our usual, solid 8th. I had to spend most of my time and energy shedding the grotesque contracts of the pre-Marcel Brands era. So, I felt good, especially given the 13-match unbeaten streak in the second half.
Of course, I started off terribly in Season Two (Everton, that) and had to figure out a way to reach my squad. It didn’t help that Richarlison decided to become an utter cunt, leading me to not even register him for my roster. Fuck you, play with the U23s. Of course, I couldn’t get even a decent transfer offer, and decided to give him one more chance. Of course, he fucked me over again, and I banished him for good. Nonetheless, the Toffees peaked around midseason, getting lots of Europe buzz. We hit another purple patch, marked by the low point of losing AT HOME to Litre’s 17th position Mighty Whitey. Well, turned out that Fulham needed those points in the end to avoid the drop, and I still managed to pip Spurs for 7th on the final day. But Wolves won the FA Cup, meaning that 7th gets no Europa place (very rare, but again…Everton, that).
Cunty McCunterson Klopp and the Redshite won the League again. And they. Always. Beat. My. Ass. Once I played them extremely well, at Anfield even. But I had a man (not Richarlison for once) tossed in the first half, and eventually I couldn’t quite hang on my deserved nil-nil (h/t, tWBS). Jesus (well, Gabriel Jesus) joined the fuckweasels in the transfer window, clarifying once and for all that there is no loving and merciful God (in sportsball matters, anyway).
At the time of this writing, I am headed into my FA Cup quarterfinal match (away to Norwich), after a bananacakes Round of Sixteen tie at Bristol City. I led 2-nil in the 84th minute, but they equalized in the next three…and hit the post during added time. I expected we’d have a replay at Goodison, but I forgot the new rules. Extra Time it is! Despite the momentum (which is tomorrow’s starting pitcher, as we all know), Andre Gomes managed a wonder strike in the 98th, then set up the dagger blow in the 113th. The game keeps telling me how much Handsome Andre looks up to and admires me. I’d be gay for him. FUCK YOU, you all would. He’s just so damned handsome and charming.
I also look pretty decent for 6th, which would be locked up if not for my getting 1 point out of the last possible 9, all against meh opposition. Yes, that includes Simulated Bogey Side Fulham (home draw, and they’re in 17th again). So much for my fever dreams of pipping Arsenal for 5th, though. It will be really tough not to qualify for Simulated Europa League, but Everton always finds a way.
My squad (which I may describe in more detail) is very much how I want it. Footy Manager is pretty realistic, so I’ve no chance to get the likes of an Mbappe. But I have assembled the United ColoUrs of Benetton on Merseyside. I’ve an Angolan, a dude from Mali, a Russian and two Slovakians. One of my Brits (you have to keep a minimum, which is reality but annoying AF) is even of Indian origin. But they’re all righteous dudes (once China finally solved a problem named Richarlison), coachable and willing to defend – but still with flair. I am gonna be so pissed if I get fired before accomplishing sommet cool with this merry band.
Original Toffees? Well, Pickford is still minding the nets. He’s also my captain (Slovak right back is 2nd in command), and has performed more than admirably. Gomes, as mentioned. Domonic Calvert-Lewin is at 16 goals in all comps, and Mason Holgate is a boss centre half. I have had to be very resilient in turning down offers for those two. I did decide to sell high on Tom Davies (60m) and Lucas Digne (55m). Fans slated me for it, even though I brought in better players for less money. And they’ve done fuckall sense leaving.
Perhaps the best part? Even though I had to largely bench a declining Leighton Baines in Season One (to the point he asked for a loan, I granted it and he got hurt), he accepted my offer to return as a coach (following his post-season retirement). He’s been earning his badges ever since, and I am hopeful the game will allow me to promote him to head coach of the U23s (current one just left to take over Wycombe Wanderers). This may be Fan Fiction 101, but it delighted this Bitter Blue.
Take care of yourselves, y’all. Reality is overrated.
Tonight on Svengoolie: This Island Earth
Went for my walk. Made it about half a mile, thought “hey, this sucks”, came home and made a sammich with tri-tip, gorgonzola, and hot giardiniere. Pretty damn good!
omigod I just sneezed. probably the first indication of corona virus
We will mourn you properly.
Also, where the weed hidden?
Not sure why this crossed my mind. About 40 years ago I read a story in Omni magazine by George RR Martin that really stuck with me. Not sure if it’s available these days, but if you run across it in any form, it’s really fucking cool.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandkings_(novelette)
Yesssss!
New Nick Thune Special!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnMSJVRgopc
Lispers have to be so upset they don’t get a pass on his name.
*upsthet
What? Too Thune?
Mayock doesthnt like ure tone.
Come on! I have been waiting for… like ten comments for that joke.
I think anyone who writes a “manifesto” is looking for trouble
Yer fuckin’ ay tweetie there, pal.
—Friedrich Engels and Karl Marx
I think I might have told this story before, but in September 2000 I had a two week TDY at Malmstrom AFB in Great Falls MT. Kaczynski’s shack was still sitting there stored on the taxiway.
https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1996-05-16-mn-4775-story.html
No TED talks ever came out of that.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYAeZzIr9pY
Bread is about to come out of the oven. Fresh bread is the best.
“Come? Are we not doing totally unimaginative references to Archer any more?”
“If you want bread, fuck a baker.”
To Live And Die In L.A. was one fucking awesome movie.
I use that line with my wife all the time, and she doesn’t find it half as funny as I do.
But your baker is pretty happy about it.
Thinking about going full on Andy Reid mode on a slab of pork ribs. Side of beans and a slice of pecan pie?
Sheeeeit.
“So, you’ve got the appetizer nailed down, what’s the main course?”
-Andy in Missouri
Just got BBQ takeout AND going to grill some lamb…… Fuck you Chiefs.
For 8 out of the last 9 days, I have not worn anything besides underwear and a t-shirt.
Your commitment to sloth is admirable.
And your supervisor is getting tired of fielding complaints about it, too.
Well, they shouldna trusted Zoom without checking into it.
I actually participated in a phone conference wearing only a Marlon Brando wife-beater. It was early and I had not yet had time to gird my nether regions with underwear. Sorry if that conjured an unsavory mental pic.
Just balls-out Porky Pig’n it?
Or any of the Disney Duck Family.
Full Winnie the Pooh?
At least you had an erection! Showed you were enthusiastic.
I just had a three hour nap. I could sleep more.
You can’t just run a bunch of 26s when you are training for a marathon.
Too soon??
“Shoulda been done much earlier, tbh.”
-Andrea Yates, life coach
I should have hit refresh.
“Even though it was invented in 1839 by Louis Daguerre, modern photography was only made available to French police investigators in the 1870s, and it wasn’t until 1887 that criminologist Alphonse Bertillon introduced the method to criminal identification practices. He spent quite a long time investigating murders that have made history—which earned him the nickname “the Indiana Jones of the graveyards”—medical examiner Philippe Charlier focused on these first pieces of forensic evidence. In his book Seine de crimes, he compiles and attempts to analyze nearly 100 shots illustrating murders, assassinations, suicides, and fatal accidents that took place in Paris between 1871 and 1937. “
“He spent quite a long time investigating murders that have made history—which earned him the nickname “the Indiana Jones of the graveyards”
How the fuck did they even know who the fuck Indiana Jones was back in the late 1800s?
I think they mean now. Writers nowadays, at present, from the current view point (made history). Agreed it is poorly written.
Yeah, but being Frenchies they should call him the René Belloq of the Graveyards.
I’m betting that “Thames of Crimes” sells more books.”
-Hippo
[makes running joke about nailing it]
-Me
“pounding joke?”
I did some work in Hobbs NM about 25 years ago. Apparently they have a big mom & pop gravestone industry there, you drive through the residential neighborhoods and apparently they are also zoned for manufacture of memorial stones. All kinds displayed out in the front yards of these residential homes. I was very disappointed not to see a single example engraved “Your Name Here.”
That and taxes.
Phineas Gage’s son tried desperately to follow in his father’s footsteps.
Hey people; this is the deep cut….. the probing type of comment we look for here at DFO Enterprises, Inc.
Is the guy the doll or is the gal the doll?
Yes
Too soon?
Well, I guess we now have a backup writer for “Eventual Balls Thoughts”
Charles de Gaulle is going to sue them for unauthorized use of the Cross of Lorraine.
Hi
Wow, that looks comfortable.
Maybe it induces “sleep” by smothering?
Remember Alf? We’ll he’s back… in hog form.
11:45 sounds like a natural get out of bed time to me.
If I sleep as late as 9AM, I feel like a slug. But I want to stay in bed. Just can’t sleep any more. I guess I should get up and get drunk again when I first wake up around 5 or 6AM.
Me: “Okay, it’s your first time out on this multi-hill trail that you ran on last year. Repeat after me, “I will walk it, I promise.”
Other Me: “I will walk the trail, I promise.”
Me: “Good, good. Let’s go!”
/out on the trail
Me: “Remember, nice and easy.”
Other Me: “Uh, yeah-feeling really good though.”
Me: “We go thru this every year. Take it easy to start, otherwise you’ll injure yourself!”
Other Me: [breaks into jog]
Me: “Don’t Do This!”
Other Me: [starts to run] “Feelin’ fine, brother!”
/later, at the grocery store
Other Me: [rubs knee] “Jesus Christ! It’s so sore. Damn it!”
Me: “Really? Huh!”
Other Me: “Whatever. This’ll pass and it’ll be different next time.”
Me: “You’re the dumbest motherfucker ever. I’d quit you if I could, but I can’t. C’mere and kiss me.”
Other Me: “You, you want to kiss my knee?”
Me: “Sure, it’s a start.”
/Fin
HEY HEY! This is a no knee-kissin’ blog!
“Eye, mate, we, knee.”
Btw, in the movie version of this comment, Other Me is played by Parks and Rec-era Chris Pratt.
We used to call my very bossy older sister Inspector 12
My dried chiles expire? This is the biggest injustice in the history of the universe.
They’re not really dead, herodotus. It’s okay.
Not sure I would worry too much about that. But one thing you can do is make chile paste (toast the chilies, add chicken stock and steep for ~10 minutes, then cool and blend), freeze it in ice cube trays, and transfer the cubes of paste to a ziplock bag in your freezer.
Then, whenever you make chili or anything else where it’s helpful, you plop in a couple of your cubes and Bob’s your uncle.
Thanks man! I’ve still got a pound of the Anaheims and Jalepenos dried from last year. Gonna try this!
I got the concept from the Food Lab cookbook from the Serious Eats guy. Lots of good stuff in there, and I like that they actually test stuff to see what things actually matter and which ones don’t.
Heh, that’s why I bought them actually, because I have that cookbook and wanted to make his chili paste thing
That’s some damn good subtitlin’ right there!
Am I reading correctly that Germany’s Bundt Cake League is starting up in May? It’s not like the Germans to make rash decisions…
Or to start something before they are fully prepared to support it.
At least they’re starting well ahead of winter.
“It’s a beautiful hot late summer!”
[somewhere near Kiev]
Honestly, this doesn’t make any less sense than your “normal” soccer posts
I think I am gonna watch Connections by James Burke
Wiki: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connections_(TV_series)
Ep 1: https://archive.org/details/james-burke-connections_s01e01
I love that series.
That was a quality mind-expander back in the day.
I’m eating a greasebomb for breakfast, but no beans involved so it’s only medium English
I’ve never played this game. Can you describe how the game play goes? I assume it’s not like FIFA where you actually play games. I assume you just get results and then make managerial moves?
More importantly, is there a version of League 1, so that I can take over Sunderland and get those people back to the Premier League with a series of extremely questionable moves?
yes, you are allowed to pick the mighty Sunderland!
/they did get back to the Championship in sim world, but are stuck there (mid-table)
//srsly, what a great documentary
yes, is correct
I’m guessing Da King is writing here about soccer/futbol in America’s mother country, another country whose leader is a madman with crazy fucked up hair.
I don’t know jack shit about that sport, so this might as well have been written in Swahili or Sanskrit. But reading it did make for a nice literary out-of-body experience.
Hippo has gained another addiction. He is running his futbol team online and we may have lost him for the foreseeable future.
Huh?
Should I invest in football manager? I forgot I have Hockey manager and installed that this morning
I probably would spend more than Levy does
Found a funny:
Business casual is now grey sweatpants.
Thought that was businesses formal now
pants?
I saw a tweet that said “if you’re still wearing pants, you’re a cop”
Watching LOTR Return of the King as no one else is up here. Wonders if the movie will be done before anyone is up.
The Eye of Sauron is watching you masturbate.
Golem really does it for me. Each to their own
That’s multi-sport sensation Bernard Gilkey, ya’ll
I say that as a group of commenters, we should all resolve to go for a walk today. Or at the very least, pretend to have done so and meet back here later to talk about it.
On it!
(puts phone on the roomba so it will report more steps)
(forgets to turn roomba on)
A few more hours and I plan to walk to the freezer.
Hello Vodka!!!!
tWBS has now entered the ‘talking to the liquids in the house’ phase of his quarantine. The end is near. Let’s watch!
This ‘Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom’ reboot really sucks.
It’s been 9 hours since you submitted this post. Need sitrep.
I’m up for it. Youngest GTD and I have been going foar walks lately, so this is a good reason as any to go
Excellent! One on board. Anyone else?
I’ve been walking the dog anywhere from 3-6 miles every day.
I think he’s ready for this quarantine to be over
T-90 to our walk.
Snowed 20 cms yesterday and is -10 right now. No thanks.
I’ve left the house three times in three weeks. Once to drop of my tax shit (pre-July deadline), twice to go to the deli a block away.
I already went out to buy eggs and milk. Now it’s time to make some goddamn pancakes.
/smacks Aunt Jemima on the ass, HARD
//doesn’t really use that cheap imitation shit, but real maple syrup tends not to have anthropomorphic mascots
Shit, I’m at work! Because evidently muni-course assistant golf professionals are considered ESSENTIAL by the Salt Lake City gov’ment.
PeyPey sings!
Axel Witsel on a free!
Trying to get your ball past Pickford? Just sign Douglas Fairbanks.
How did a nil-nil become a tWBS? I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now.
I thought was an established joke, based on your decrying the lack of points??
Yeah, probably so. Or it could just be that I’m a zero, not a hero.
No it was you complaining of lack of scoring during the World Cup many years ago.
Or the lack of scoring at that titty bar in NC
Oh sweet, Young Boys are in the Europa comp with me. I’d sure like to beat me some Young Boys!
Okay, the last panel got me.
LOL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwFX2o3SxME
Worst. Sunday. Gravy. Ever.