Void Remains, Week Two

Count down the hours until Scotchy heralds in our last full NFL weekend.  Oy.

Another weird Prem weekend, two fixtures per day.  Arsenal will likely disembowel Palace for the early risers (7:30, USA), followed by a broadcast network-televised slap fight between Robins Hood and Praise Beesus (12:30, NBC).

Only one watchable game tomorrow, the Hammers invading Team Knifey (9:00, USA).  All kind of meh.

Of course, the larger news is the increasingly unsubtle writing on the wall that the Premier League is indeed going to put Everton up against the wall.  As a warning to others.  The Robins Hood may follow.  I am not complaining, just resigned to the fact now.  The era of the comically inept/possible money laundering dipshit owner is coming to an end.  And nobody wants to inherit the mess.  Fuck knows what is actually going on with the beautiful stadium that didn’t get financed properly or built in time.

As I write this, I have two episodes left in the brilliant, bleak as fuck and THEN SOME, new season of Fargo.  It is good brain fuel for when one is abandoning all hope for human society.  Perhaps I will finish it Friday night?  Closure is always nice.

My heating system has been a pain in the arse all week, and it is straining the edges of Hippo’s sanity.

100% committed to maintaining my absolute boycott of watching MLB.  My sim leagues are all that I do, to keep my few remaining maths/game theory neurons active.

Here we are now.  Entertain us!