Beirut Close to Home
There was a pic of Shimkus in the paper the other day with a look on his face like “I did not know shit! Ya gotta believe me! How did my ass get swallowed up in this gia-normic bowl of fuckery?”
And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
In international news I’m really tempted to go see Beirut at the Empty Bottle on the 12th of October. Normally I hate that quirky accordion shit – believe it or not. There are good melodies and ascending vocal lines in those songs. Check this shit and see if I’m I crack smoking’ liar:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=5050508
Sorry about all the cussin’ on this post. It’s 9pm, my son’s beloved Tigers are trailing the Yanks, I have yet to begin preparations for tomorrows Nietzsche class and I’m wondering how shit got this way. Oh well. Work is a bitch. I hope my son has a job that makes him happy and he can find a way to keep it at work. That’s one of the things I love about the hhe job. I really help people and when the day is done (in theory) I can leave it all behind. Teaching, not so much – or there is a lot of stuff behind the scenes that you have to do or you will be a total failure. Ask Ms. Aquamanski – and she has to teach an overcrowded room full of kids all day – ask my wife…I only have one class a week and I still spend a good part of three days outside of my other job doing work for my piddly-ass little political theory lectures.
At least the Twins lost. I have never been a big Frank Thomas fan. I didn’t hate him either – even with the stupid things he’s said over the years. It had to end and I didn’t miss him. Also anybody who wants to stick it to the Sox – there is no way they could re-sign him – and if they did it would’ve been for more than the shit money the A’s are paying him…and there is NO WAY he’d perform like this for the Sox.
Having said all that, I enjoy that he is causing the Twins pain. I don’t enjoy it because it’s Frank, I’m just happy for anyone to beat that team after all the gut wrenching those dome fucking fuckers put my beloved Sox through this year. Here’s hoping they go down 0-2. I want to see all the garbage bag team fans go home from their garbage bag stadium and eat a garbage can full of Fiddle Faddle in honor of Kirby Puckett. See, the DC Liar thought I was such a good and fair person. Not when it comes to the Minnesota Twats. The faster and more ignoble the exit this year, the better. And Santi, if I see a “Go Twins” comment on my blog I’m deleting it. You rooted for the Indians last year – pick an anti-Sox lane ya bastich.
“Bastich” not in my spell-check. The closest option was pastiche.
Good night bastiches, one and all.
And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
In international news I’m really tempted to go see Beirut at the Empty Bottle on the 12th of October. Normally I hate that quirky accordion shit – believe it or not. There are good melodies and ascending vocal lines in those songs. Check this shit and see if I’m I crack smoking’ liar:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=5050508
Sorry about all the cussin’ on this post. It’s 9pm, my son’s beloved Tigers are trailing the Yanks, I have yet to begin preparations for tomorrows Nietzsche class and I’m wondering how shit got this way. Oh well. Work is a bitch. I hope my son has a job that makes him happy and he can find a way to keep it at work. That’s one of the things I love about the hhe job. I really help people and when the day is done (in theory) I can leave it all behind. Teaching, not so much – or there is a lot of stuff behind the scenes that you have to do or you will be a total failure. Ask Ms. Aquamanski – and she has to teach an overcrowded room full of kids all day – ask my wife…I only have one class a week and I still spend a good part of three days outside of my other job doing work for my piddly-ass little political theory lectures.
At least the Twins lost. I have never been a big Frank Thomas fan. I didn’t hate him either – even with the stupid things he’s said over the years. It had to end and I didn’t miss him. Also anybody who wants to stick it to the Sox – there is no way they could re-sign him – and if they did it would’ve been for more than the shit money the A’s are paying him…and there is NO WAY he’d perform like this for the Sox.
Having said all that, I enjoy that he is causing the Twins pain. I don’t enjoy it because it’s Frank, I’m just happy for anyone to beat that team after all the gut wrenching those dome fucking fuckers put my beloved Sox through this year. Here’s hoping they go down 0-2. I want to see all the garbage bag team fans go home from their garbage bag stadium and eat a garbage can full of Fiddle Faddle in honor of Kirby Puckett. See, the DC Liar thought I was such a good and fair person. Not when it comes to the Minnesota Twats. The faster and more ignoble the exit this year, the better. And Santi, if I see a “Go Twins” comment on my blog I’m deleting it. You rooted for the Indians last year – pick an anti-Sox lane ya bastich.
“Bastich” not in my spell-check. The closest option was pastiche.
Good night bastiches, one and all.
posted by edP | 7:44 PM
2 Comments:
re:“Bastich”
Obviously the spellcheck people don't read Lobo comics.
I bet those sorts read that high-falutin' stuff (like Cerebus).
Fat lot the spell check people know...they don't even have the term spellcheck in my spellcheck
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