You know how some weeks, you wonder if it would be even theoretically possible to give less of a shit?
That is Hippo today. And last night, when I wrote this slop. Apologies in advance.
Early Bird Special is Everton getting its shit pushed in by City of Men (7:30, USA). I said by not at but the mind does gravitate to that mental imagery. There is no fucking way I am setting my alarm for that, and if my asshole brain wakes me up? Fuck it, I shall just go to First Watch and grab some fancy (for North Cakalaky) brekkie.
USA is showing Redshite hosting Burnley in the 10:00 window, because Klopp’s bollocks just taste *THAT* good! Stream the yeah right/Litre derby, or Luton Town and Team Knifey instead. Live a fucking little.
Robins Hood host the Spotlight Dance (12:30, NBC), against Geordie Arabia. BLECH. A Toffee can’t hardly actively root for Forest points at this stage of the relegation swirl down the terlet. But I sure as fuck ain’t losing the last scintilla of me dignity cheering for the Bonesaws.
Try again on Owl Day, with Arsenal playing the Hammers (9:00, USA), followed by Villa/Men Untied (11:30, USA). Then, of course – the Kings of AFRIKA are crowned at 3p (BeIn). There is no reason whatsoever to watch the Owl pre-game nonsense, and you deserve the shame you’ve EARNED if’n y’all do.
What else should we talk about today? I am just proud of myself for turning the heat off Friday afternoon, so that maybe I won’t resort to switching the a/c on today. My ded pappy would be proud, ah sez. Except that he’d NEVER consider putting the a/c on in February. It could be 95 out, and he’d have his principles.
Good thing today: My mother gave me my father’s college ring to wear
Bad thing today: Had to lift my naked ass father out of his shower chair
Worse thing today: Tweaked my back.
Starting to get better thing today: Wife gave me muscle relaxer.
I’ve only been awake for 3.5 hours, but I’m already contemplating a nap
Still plotting out the fall trip. So many options.
Think I’ll need some tacos to help me decide.
Mmm. Al pastor street tacos.
Just go wherever has the cheapest airfare, everywhere can be lots of fun
I’m down to Ireland, Scotland, Croatia or Toronto so I’m obviously not locked in yet.
Holy fuck! Those tacos were killer! We had al pastor and birria tacos, some flautas and some beans.
It was so good that I called the restaurant and thanked them.
Fucking delicious!
They’re called Tacos El Galoso and they’re right here in Pedro but I think they’ve got 4 stores here in the South Bay.
Highest, utmost recommendation.
God DAMN that was good.
More beers now.
We just got the weather update, currently 2-4m swell with a SW wind, increasing to 5m later this afternoon. The captain told us to take care especially when opening and closing doors, presumably because getting a black eye from a door isn’t always a euphemism for domestic violence, sometimes it actually IS a door
Re-enacting the battle of Midway, or just out hunting U-boats, Dok?
Assault on Tarawa.
Watch out for the reef!
I got several upvotes on a Cuse basketball site. What have you accomplished this afternoon?
I have a cat poster.
I drank several beers.
Tacos!
What’s it going to take to convince someone to come here and just absolutely crush me across the lower back with a crowbar or hockey stick?
It would be greatly appreciated.
Get one of your spawn to walk on it!
Paging Sharky!
Currently reading The Count of Monte Cristo. Just re-joined the public library to request the Margaret Atwood “Gilead” series books, along with another by Jonathan Lethem.
Booky-books FTW. Also, fuck else is there to do???
Been rereading some of the Discworld books, so good
also added to list!
Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter is hard read about racism in Mississippi disguised as a mystery. I hate how honest this book is.
I shall add that to my list. My White Liberal Guilt needs constant food and watering.
Reading the new Ron Rash “The Caretaker” and it’s been incredible. Love that guy.
Hippo’s body and soul badly needed that 4.5-hr “Naptime with Noodles.” Always succumb to cat-based wisdom, y’all.
That sounds lovely
Twas. God, I wish I could retire already. But nooooooo, I had to procreate. Maybe I will live long enough to do so?
Ioway basketball experiencing a
resurgencesurgence-the women are #2 and ISU are #14. This is what happens when booster money enters the picture and practice time isn’t interrupted by the takin’ in of the corn.Are the Wolven Sort ladies ranked?
They’re a bit disappointing this year-at 19-2 they’re only ranked #3 so far. Check out at least one game.
I knew they blitzed the non-conference, and have been afraid to look ever since. I don’t wanna jinx ’em and YES, I do feel shame for not watching before March.
Silly backwards southern hemisphere, where a south westerly wind is the chilly stormy one. They moved morning yoga indoors, lol
Yoga classes are flexible like that.
I did a yoga class with the twins when they were in middle school (or maybe high school freshmen). It was a fun, vaguely hilarious experience. I am the least coordinated person alive, though I still love the concept.
I’ll never understand (nor forgive) Hunter S. Thompson for committing suicide by pistol in his kitchen.
What kind of mess did that make? You would need to clean it for weeks if not months, and I certainly would never eat in there again. Something could still fall from the ceiling.
He lived on a spectacular property in Colorado, and all he had to do was go out into the backyard, a mere 25 feet away, and shoot himself there, as he desired to do. The clean up would have been minimal.
If I ever get a painful terminal disease (like I watched my older sister die from) I’m going to go out to Dockweiler Beach with a pistol, but I’m going to have all my affairs in order, with informative notes for everyone, and my will, POA, and everything else in order.
I would never kill myself over depression (I truly believe that’s a mortal sin, and I’m too vain to do it anyway, and I’m also never that depressed) but if I had a painful terminal illness, with no hope of recovery, well sometimes you just gotta do the honorable thing.
But you don’t do it in the kitchen, you do it in a field or on the beach.
(For the record, my health is currently very good, despite the ozembic episode, which actually inspired this tirade)
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/10/us/super-bowl-las-vegas-fear-loathing.html
Counterpoint: Hemingway was just winging it, something you can’t relate to.
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/10/us/super-bowl-las-vegas-fear-loathing.html
Wow that is really not pasting correctly. It’s an article in the NYT.
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/10/us/super-bowl-las-vegas-fear-loathing.html?smid=url-share
So this is nothing. Still not gonna use the treadmill though, even a little bit of sideways motion makes that thing a obnoxious. I’ll read for a bit after I get my eggs then maybe try the stationary bike
I’d go with the elliptical.
I call for unrestrained panic.
Yeah run down the hallways with a life jacket on and a terrified look on your face.
[hopes that there are no events on that horizon]
Or this crowd at the buffet line…
Tell me when you take a roll that either makes your head hit the overhead or you kick yourself in the chin with one of your knees.
Brick doing his dick-measuring thing again, against someone that ain’t got.
Thank you for your comment. Please come again. God bless.
Gumby rarely gets seasick, but surface transiting in a round bottom boat in rough water will make anyone hurl.
Georgetown isn’t very good at basketball anymore. Fightin’ Horatios up 25 with 4 minutes to go and Hurley is yelling at them for not playing up to standard.
Am I posting inevitable Spyro hopium today? Oh, you bet your ass I am! (Never mind they laid off 40% of the dev company thanks to Microsoft buying Activision, closing of the office as the rest are WFH, and having to kowtow to the Maddenization and micropayment lootboxstavaganza of CoD.)
But hey, it’s Stewart Copeland!
https://youtu.be/N4i-cvK8s90?si=NZUBTp44mO7dbNuq
Trent Alexander-Arnold -OUT. Did he get hurt or did the bug catch up with him, too?
Now hopefully Liverpool thinks they’ve done enough to break Burnley’s spirit, goes to sleep, and gets nipped 2-1.
I feel like a sack of hammers. There is a reason I don’t normally drink whisky.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MQSiwrUdUU
*whispers very enthusiastically* 2-0 Cottagers!!!
Nice win for your boys today, dammit.
Just put in a modest influenza parlay on Burnley to win (+1600) with Zeki Amdouni to score (+500). Looks like whatever bug hit Liverpool’s locker room affected the backline most, and maybe Zeki can zip through whilst the new guys are all discomboobulated.
Haaland has seen enough of this shit, 2-0 Man City.
Art Schlichter just cannot catch a break! His car ran over something and snapped his front axle and the stupid police found a couple of crack pipes in his back pocket. Just dumb luck.
https://www.nbc4i.com/news/local-news/columbus/watch-crack-pipes-found-in-back-pocket-of-former-ohio-state-quarterback/
Cracky is tacky
Well not all cracky…
The bus is not only parked, but also each tire slit and deflated.
I somehow completely forgot Randy Moss was on the Niners squad that lost to the Ratbirds in the Illumanti Bowl.
I’ll still NEVAR get over the absurdity of Trent Dilfer v. Kerry Collins.
Moss was the “veteran leader” by that time, after being kicked off by MinnesoUta (buffet issues) and released by Tennessee (E⬅️).
How many soccer points will City of Men tally while Hippo listens to the radio feed on way home from fancy brekkie?
/is 6-minute drive, PLACE YO BETS
They’re being stingy bastards at the moment. How was your room temperature egg white smoothie?
Still shame-inducing!
(it was mighty nice of them to call the giant blueberry pancakes “multi-grain” to allow myself the illusion of health as I stuffed my fat fucking face)
-It’s multigrain, right?
-Sure.
-Great. Oh, plus extra bacon.
-[stops writing order] 🤨
-Atkins 🤷🏻♂️
I’m giving this melatonin gummy five more minutes. If still awake, gonna have two coffees.
Sleep estamos para los weak!
/been up since quarter-three KILL ME NOW