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intertribalI had this dream last night where I was four months pregnant (by an unnamed Pittsburgh Steeler, at that) and freaking out, so my mother "strongly encouraged" me to get a late-term abortion... which I did. I'm pretty sure I've interpreted it to satisfaction. It's not as disturbing as it sounds, except for the Pittsburgh Steeler part. I hate the Steelers.
Then I had a dream about inducting my father into some hall of fame for the dead and getting into a bitchslapping fight with one of his younger sisters about who had the right to talk about him. That one I'm having more trouble interpreting. But I'm feeling strangely about everything lately. Sort of like Starbuck after she comes back from the dead. If you haven't seen "The Ties That Bind", then nevermind.
Anyway. As crazy and psycho as I am right now, I think I'm actually starting to see some semblance of clarity. Some light at the end of the tunnel. I'll write more about it at some hypothetical future-point, when I have "time". And no, I won't quit school. It wouldn't be Ganzian. Speaking of whom, I was looking through Tim Griffin's Big 12 updates for the past month and guess who's at the top of his "big 12 bowl observations". THAT'S RIGHT, BITCH. Despite the factual error in there (concussion =/= bum shoulder), Tim Griffin is the man.
I've decided that Britney "It's-Britney-Bitch" Spears' "If You Seek Amy" is an appropriate football song. You know, for those guys. The "studs". I'm sorry, but I heard that chorus and that's all I could think of. If I actually had YouTube technology and access to Sports Center highlights I could make something special out of that.
Oh my God, Kissing Suzy Kolber is the best NFL blog ever (title is from their "Rexstacy Wants to Fulfill Your Fantasies"). I wish they wrote college football, but they're just too mean, and they do shit like this:
Then I had a dream about inducting my father into some hall of fame for the dead and getting into a bitchslapping fight with one of his younger sisters about who had the right to talk about him. That one I'm having more trouble interpreting. But I'm feeling strangely about everything lately. Sort of like Starbuck after she comes back from the dead. If you haven't seen "The Ties That Bind", then nevermind.
Anyway. As crazy and psycho as I am right now, I think I'm actually starting to see some semblance of clarity. Some light at the end of the tunnel. I'll write more about it at some hypothetical future-point, when I have "time". And no, I won't quit school. It wouldn't be Ganzian. Speaking of whom, I was looking through Tim Griffin's Big 12 updates for the past month and guess who's at the top of his "big 12 bowl observations". THAT'S RIGHT, BITCH. Despite the factual error in there (concussion =/= bum shoulder), Tim Griffin is the man.
I've decided that Britney "It's-Britney-Bitch" Spears' "If You Seek Amy" is an appropriate football song. You know, for those guys. The "studs". I'm sorry, but I heard that chorus and that's all I could think of. If I actually had YouTube technology and access to Sports Center highlights I could make something special out of that.
Oh my God, Kissing Suzy Kolber is the best NFL blog ever (title is from their "Rexstacy Wants to Fulfill Your Fantasies"). I wish they wrote college football, but they're just too mean, and they do shit like this:
Philip Rivers Would Like to Read You a Bedtime Story
And come now, these are nice college kids (fuck you he's a nice boy). The NFL, on the other hand, produces wonders like this, which means it needs to get the guts pulled out of it with hot pincers, so to speak.
Oh yes, there are college football blogs of similar veins, but they're just not as good. Don't really punch it, you know? Too many words, and too few of them violate the FCC. The kind of thing where I just go, yeah, you clearly do not feel the same way about football I do, because you are using too many dead words and too little emotion. Like, I can get that from ESPN. Anybody can take potshots at Jim Tressel; people on Life in the Red do that in their sleep. And don't even get me started on the women-run blogs. Oh, god, the pain. I'm a woman so I can say it. All their blogs are about "hotties of the (insert sports event)" and sad attempts at describing how much it pains them to see a team lose and lame-ass congratulations to teams that win. Yeah, after scanning the wires, I'm gonna say fuck it and stick to KSK.
And come now, these are nice college kids (fuck you he's a nice boy). The NFL, on the other hand, produces wonders like this, which means it needs to get the guts pulled out of it with hot pincers, so to speak.
Oh yes, there are college football blogs of similar veins, but they're just not as good. Don't really punch it, you know? Too many words, and too few of them violate the FCC. The kind of thing where I just go, yeah, you clearly do not feel the same way about football I do, because you are using too many dead words and too little emotion. Like, I can get that from ESPN. Anybody can take potshots at Jim Tressel; people on Life in the Red do that in their sleep. And don't even get me started on the women-run blogs. Oh, god, the pain. I'm a woman so I can say it. All their blogs are about "hotties of the (insert sports event)" and sad attempts at describing how much it pains them to see a team lose and lame-ass congratulations to teams that win. Yeah, after scanning the wires, I'm gonna say fuck it and stick to KSK.
Recently, there’s been much some ado about Brady Quinn’s preposterous holdout, in which the draft’s #22 pick has yet to report to training camp because he and agent Tom Condon feel that Quinn deserves top-ten money. And I think we can all say in unison: Fuck Brady Quinn. I feel like carrying a claw hammer around in my bag so I can brutally murder people on the subway. I feel like my taste and judgment should be respected to the point where I could euthanize freely without prosecution. But guess what? The world isn’t run by the way I feel about things, so the people who cut in line at clubs because they think they’re fucking special get to enjoy another day without their skulls turned inside out.
Although as a lolcats fan (who isn't?), I must point out LOL Jocks.
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:15 pm (UTC)also, that picture is terrifyingly hilarious.
and i am not a lolcats fan :(
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:24 pm (UTC)isn't it awesome? oh photoshop.
you're not? aww... why?
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Date: 2009-01-29 04:05 am (UTC)well, there are a few that are funny, but there are soooo many dumb ones, and the text, it makes me want to shoot people. as do things like this
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Date: 2009-01-29 04:24 am (UTC)Well, uh... I'm actually amused by Ceiling Cat and Basement Cat, though never in actual biblical translation extravaganzas... more because i feel like it pokes concise fun at the Bible, though I guess I'm not surprised some people take it seriously and make it all religious. The ones that grate on me more are the pro-military ones. Mostly I just think it's cute though, but I'm really saccharine about cats in general.
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Date: 2009-01-29 05:18 am (UTC)Those people were taking it seriously? I thought it was all one big joke. I just didn't find it funny. and maybe i've had too much ling to not think about how one portrays stupidity with text and draws on not only errors but eye-dialect of non-standard speech.
i like this though:
and this:
i really hate dune, btw.
Date: 2009-01-29 05:45 am (UTC)and one I can't find online of a kitten holding a gun, and the text is: "what? his hands were cold and dead." That one's actually my favorite.
Re: i really hate dune, btw.
Date: 2009-01-29 05:56 am (UTC)yeah...i don't find those pics funny, sorry. i guess i like how the first cat looks cracked out.
Re: i really hate dune, btw.
Date: 2009-01-29 06:16 am (UTC)it's cool, man. I honestly think part of it is that I live (?) with a cat so much.