Back in the Pool!
Indeed, I am back in the pool. Here are my various splashes in the water:
1. First and most significantly, sorry for the long delay since my last post. It has been zany. Just zany. Not because of horrible things - just really, really busy. I suspect that my hombres are experiencing similar things.
2. As I may have mentioned in other posts, I am a fan of the Miami Dolphins and University of Miami Hurricanes. This year, they are both terrible. The Hurricanes are nowhere near the greatness of their legacy, but the Dolphins are just hideous. They may in fact be one of the single worst teams in the history of the NFL. Ugly.
3. Continuing with sports topics: I hate the New England Patriots. I just hate them.
4. I realized today that as of this coming weekend, I will have known my two hombres for exactly twenty years. Really. I met you guys when I came to visit our beloved alma mater on the weekend after Thanksgiving during my senior year of high school. Vinnissimo let me sleep on the floor of his dorm room (and thanks again for that) and Teo let me watch his band rehearse for rock ensemble class. (Was it a Dokken tune? Seriously, I think it was.) So, for twenty years of friendship, I say thanks to you both.
You know, after I wrote that, I realized that I have nothing to top that. I'll stop now. 20 years. Wow.
posted by Kevlar Pinata @ 6:53 PM
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4 Comments:
Alright, here's the deal.
I'm quite unhappy that it has been TWENTY years. I have thought of this recently, ever since my TWENTIETH h.s. reunion this past summer. TWENTY is an unfortunate number. It is two freakin decades worth of years. It is one fifth of a century's worth of years. A FIFTH.
And I'm...TWENTY YEARS older than I was at the time.
Greyer. Bigler. Not heightler. Maybe more cranklier. Maybe less wanklier. Less drumlier. More psychologicallier. The same loserlier.
ALSO: For the record, I have tried to post recently, which will come as a shock to the 2.5 of you who still check. But since the blogger-to-google thingajig a few months ago, my posting ability is totally whacked out. Can't do it. Like a shower after a long run followed by putting on a wool sweater, it just won't take. Hints, me hombres?
I was going to post a few weeks ago when I was writing my dissertation in a coffee shop and I heard "keep on lovin' you" when i was in a coffee shop on HONORARY REO SPEEDWAGON WAY right here in Champaign, IL. I couldn't make up that kind of experience if I tried. And if you asked me in 1980 if that would happen in 2007, I woulda said, um, what's the internet, and why would I care about "blogging" about this silliness, can I play drums to Rush now?
Hombre!
On a not-totally-unrelated note: happy birthday, Teo! Tomorrow, that is. :)
Very happy and very belated birthday TEO!
Hombre!
Oh wait . . . it's belated by a few hours . . .
Happy Birthday Teo!
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