Holy. Shit. This. Is. Addicting. C’est ta faute, Kristin. Vous n’auriez trouvĂ© pas ce jeu dans cette nuit.

“Mario Party 8” (I’m not sure – should that be italicized? underlined? quoted?) is so lame – yet so addicting. Le sigh.


For the first three people that reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something.

It might be something I’ve made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. It just depends on whim and chemistry.

Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less. (I will need your snail mail if you’re not local.)

The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LiveJournal – cause it’s fun to give people stuff. At least as much fun as it is to get stuff.

When in the hell did golf turn into a cheering sport?

So, while getting cheesteak sandwiches at The Cheesesteak Factory at the corner of Sierra College and Douglas, I was watching whatever golf tournament is being broadcast on TNT. And the fans were cheering. Not just polite applause, but frickin’ yelling, cheering, hooting, screaming. It sounded like a football game out there.

WTF? I know I mock the “Quiet Please” at times, but still…golf requires some concentration.

Is this just another symbol of the decay of modern society?