Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: The Start of Spring Break Edition

Which is to say, “Wait, shit, it’s 6:57 and I forgot to write anything. Carpentering it is!”

In fairness to me, I’ve been A) hopped up on the Ice Giants’ high point of the year, winning a goalie fight. (Matt Rempe could never) and spending the little bit of Holy Week free time I do have at Apartment Weaselo trying to finish Burnout Paradise (the video game, not the Broadway show that sounds like a live version of Taskmaster). I had to admittedly check where the last super jump ramp was and found out that I had found it before, I didn’t land it properly and/or it didn’t register and respawned me at the landing point where I thought it had counted it. Now onto the billboards, which there are maps of and the last 7 or so will be vehicular platforming puzzles. And the last crash intersections which are commonly known as “Come on, spawn a fucking bus for the multiplier.”

Plus, it’s baseball season and I’m over the moon about the Yankees not giving up runs. (3 whole runs today against Seattle? That’s unfortunate… because it equals their season total of runs given up in the first 5 games.)

There will be a Nocturnes Magazine at some point, possibly next week. It’s been a weird dice baseball season in terms of the dichotomy of offensive production, and we’ll talk about it when I have the time and energy to do so.

Big ups to BFC who (along with the bartender) helped me make it a two-beer lunch at Mudville, where I will probably come back at some point to see if the wings really are award-winning. Once again, it’s a good group we got here.

I have no idea if that’s word count, but there’s hockey, basketball, baseball, and mocking the Italians (calcio edition)!