Welcome, one and all, to my blog. I haven't maintained one of these in some time, so you'll have to bear with me as I get back into the swing of things. Last time around, all I ever seemed to do was rant about politics, but I don't really think that's what I want to do with this one. Which isn't to say I won't rant occasionally, but it certainly won't be the focus.
So, anyway, I read Neil Gaiman's most recent novel, Anansi Boys, last week. I loved it. I think I had as much fun reading it as I did American Gods. You owe it to yourself to pick it up. Or any of Neil Gaiman's work, for that matter. His Sandman work is an excellent place to start, though you may also enjoy Smoke & Mirrors, a collection of short stories.
Let's see...what else...what else.... Ah. Tomorrow is the Nebraska-Texas Tech game. I'll be getting up early tomorrow morning to set up our tailgate. We're cooking chickens and some other stuff. (By "we" I mean "not me," as cooking is something I just never got enthusiastic about. I like good food, but there are just so many things I'd rather do than prepare marinades and all that stuff. So, ladies, if we're going to have any kind of future together, you'll have to get used to eating whatever raw ingredients will fit into a tortilla. Or protein shakes. I'm pretty good at mixing those in a blender.) We'll also be picking up a keg, and by God if we're not going to tap that thing out before the start of the game. We're going to be good and rowdy for this one. As we did at the ISU game last week. Nebraska's defense will bring the pain tomorrow, the offense will make some big plays, and the hostile environment will keep Tech from finding their rhythym. NU-28 TT-24. Oh, and before I forget, God bless the Scarlets (Nebraska's dance squad, for those who are unfamiliar). Keep kicking high, ladies.
My younger brother, a freshman at NU, introduced me to The Facebook the other day. I wish that had been around when I was still in college, but given its addictive nature, maybe it was for the best that it wasn't. There are definitely some hotties to be found. It makes grad school look awful good right about now.
I had my first up-close-and-personal with a 2005 Mustang GT convertible. What a sweet ride. This one was bright red and had the sweet-ass Shaker sound system. After I get my own 'Stang (a 2002 GT Coupe) paid off, I might think about trading up for a newer model. I do like the one I have quite a bit, though.
I found out yesterday that I'm getting an extra bonus at work. I can certainly give it a home. Money rules.
Now it's time for us to make fun of a celebrity. I know it's way to easy, but today we'll go with Britney Spears, the Bride of Federline. Evidently she was cross with Cletus because he was just too busy partying to be bothered with helping her take care of the baby. But it's not like she had any prior warning that he just might turn out to be a deadbeat piece of common street trash. Oh, wait....
And now, I close with a haiku:
If you're drinking gin,
Be sure to pace yourself, friend.
You don't want to puke.
So, anyway, I read Neil Gaiman's most recent novel, Anansi Boys, last week. I loved it. I think I had as much fun reading it as I did American Gods. You owe it to yourself to pick it up. Or any of Neil Gaiman's work, for that matter. His Sandman work is an excellent place to start, though you may also enjoy Smoke & Mirrors, a collection of short stories.
Let's see...what else...what else.... Ah. Tomorrow is the Nebraska-Texas Tech game. I'll be getting up early tomorrow morning to set up our tailgate. We're cooking chickens and some other stuff. (By "we" I mean "not me," as cooking is something I just never got enthusiastic about. I like good food, but there are just so many things I'd rather do than prepare marinades and all that stuff. So, ladies, if we're going to have any kind of future together, you'll have to get used to eating whatever raw ingredients will fit into a tortilla. Or protein shakes. I'm pretty good at mixing those in a blender.) We'll also be picking up a keg, and by God if we're not going to tap that thing out before the start of the game. We're going to be good and rowdy for this one. As we did at the ISU game last week. Nebraska's defense will bring the pain tomorrow, the offense will make some big plays, and the hostile environment will keep Tech from finding their rhythym. NU-28 TT-24. Oh, and before I forget, God bless the Scarlets (Nebraska's dance squad, for those who are unfamiliar). Keep kicking high, ladies.
My younger brother, a freshman at NU, introduced me to The Facebook the other day. I wish that had been around when I was still in college, but given its addictive nature, maybe it was for the best that it wasn't. There are definitely some hotties to be found. It makes grad school look awful good right about now.
I had my first up-close-and-personal with a 2005 Mustang GT convertible. What a sweet ride. This one was bright red and had the sweet-ass Shaker sound system. After I get my own 'Stang (a 2002 GT Coupe) paid off, I might think about trading up for a newer model. I do like the one I have quite a bit, though.
I found out yesterday that I'm getting an extra bonus at work. I can certainly give it a home. Money rules.
Now it's time for us to make fun of a celebrity. I know it's way to easy, but today we'll go with Britney Spears, the Bride of Federline. Evidently she was cross with Cletus because he was just too busy partying to be bothered with helping her take care of the baby. But it's not like she had any prior warning that he just might turn out to be a deadbeat piece of common street trash. Oh, wait....
And now, I close with a haiku:
If you're drinking gin,
Be sure to pace yourself, friend.
You don't want to puke.
posted by Nate | 8:27 PM
1 Comments:
DON'T MAKE FUN OF BRITTNEY SHE'S MY FUTURE BABY'S MAMA OMG WTF.
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