September 2006 Archives
...as in Don't Block My Frisbees! or Stop Rotating!
I sort-of kinda apologize for the lack of a blog. To quote nine-time Grammy-Award Winning artists NOFX, I find myself all outta angst. And not a whit of the last two sentences were true. Well, maybe just a whit. A little one.
We have formed an Ultimate Frisbee team, tentatively Team MUtah, or (affectionately) Team Mu, and we find ourselves trodden on Tuesdays as an end result. Sometimes this trodden is down, but I'm just going on the one experience we have so far. The one experience of playing a game with a final score of 15-0, suckers. We may have been on the zero side of things but hey--we were there.
My car may have freed itself from This Earthly Realm. That's right, from His Noodly Appendage my car may have found itself grip-released. I'm pretty sure it is nothing so drastic, but it's about that pre-winter time of the year where I find myself broke and stranded. Sometimes this occurs across the street from the CocaCola plant on Brown Deer Rd, in a strange parking lot. Sometimes this occurs across the highway from the Miller Brewery, a drunken daze and a missing cell phone to clue me in to my shenaniganz. Either way I have an appointment early next week and I am in debt to Mike and Maya for their Vehicular Generosity.
The M&M's have also found themselves freed from the chains of work and the chains of pay, and are working on forming their own cogs to turn for the wheels of commerce and mortal toiling. I am impressed and wish them well. There is talk of advertising. There is talk of adverts. One of these adverts may come in the form of a batted around idea of a Publication. It may be Quarterly, it should be sporadic, and with any luck it may just for one frelling moment be. We like to lovingly call it TWSaTG(inpo). It's an acronym. They are fun. You try one.
Twists and turns are afoot but I'm afraid they fall second to the true meaning of Christmas: Thursday. King Thursday is bestowing good boys and girls (all 8-9 of us) everywhere (in Milwaukee, you know--at that one place) with gifts of love (beer) and joy (pizza). We may have a monetarial arrangement. And one that keeps... degenerating. From two-topping to no-topping it's all free and it's all delicious. I can't argue--it's my Thursday and it doesn't mean to hurt me.
Happy Thursday, to one and all.
Post-ish: I apologize for the three clones of this entry; MySpace and I were in a fight.
