Funny Highlights from the Manny Pacquiao fight:
-Fight aside, never have i seen so many old filipinos with dyed black hair celebrating in the ring like they won themselves. Dyed black hair, with brylcreem.. hahaha... Because they dont want to show grey. SOOOO filipino. Thats like my tito cesar, up until the last few years when he gave up to it.
- Have no idea what the frack bernard hopkins was so intimately there for. Like from the weigh-in all the way to the after fight interviews, hopkins was within 2 inches of oscar all the time. Hounding around, muggin his face. Sure hes partners in business and all, but what the? comeon.
- In the corner, Freddie Roach would say instructions to Manny, and then the 'Cousin Boy' in the corner, would translate.. but completely wrong.. hahahaha.. Freddie Roach would be all like "keep it in the center of the ring, once you back touches the ropes, step to the side and get out. Keep it in the center. keep turning him" - Cousin boy is in then translates it like this "Move your head side to side, in and out, go in punch then out.. in and out" Ahh cousin boy... you are the worst translator of all time... Good thing Manny understands english anyways..
- I wore my authentic Nike Team Pacquiao shirt all weekend. Kinda needs a washing now.
- I know this for a fact... the Vegas after fight party at Mannys hotel, had pansit, lechon baboy (pig on a spit, with apple in the mouth) and lumpia shanghai. Maybe balut. "You go por Pree"
- Humble Manny. "to all da pilipino who lub da baxing, tank you berrry muts"
Monday, December 08, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
"hes an A$$h0L3"
Im conflicted, but I might have to give props to the 'shithead on a stick' Sean Avery... but I dont really actually want to.
He may have pulled off the ultimate revenge burn while at THE EXACT SAME TIME renew his official licence for the title of 'King of all Douchebags' . Hows that even possible? Are jerk wads of the Avery mold even allowed to revenge burn? Its not like JT on Britney with his "Cry Me a River". The general public felt for JT, he was done wrong by trailer park trash with lipstick, so we had his back. Avery though is the exact opposite, I can probably find a Romanian Gypsy or two that are more popular.
For a little background to those out of step on the NHL, Sean Avery plays for the Dallas Stars and is the most hated player in Hockey, a Wanker of the highest order. He gained this status being cheap and irritating and annoying, just being his wanker self, actually, on the ice and in front of the media mic and cameras. Despite this, somehow, through magical trickery, he scored Elisha Cuthbert a while back, the gorgeous girl from 24. But she dumped his ass.
Here now read this article from ESPN
I dont know. I laughed at the move. But man... what a dumbass.
He may have pulled off the ultimate revenge burn while at THE EXACT SAME TIME renew his official licence for the title of 'King of all Douchebags' . Hows that even possible? Are jerk wads of the Avery mold even allowed to revenge burn? Its not like JT on Britney with his "Cry Me a River". The general public felt for JT, he was done wrong by trailer park trash with lipstick, so we had his back. Avery though is the exact opposite, I can probably find a Romanian Gypsy or two that are more popular.
For a little background to those out of step on the NHL, Sean Avery plays for the Dallas Stars and is the most hated player in Hockey, a Wanker of the highest order. He gained this status being cheap and irritating and annoying, just being his wanker self, actually, on the ice and in front of the media mic and cameras. Despite this, somehow, through magical trickery, he scored Elisha Cuthbert a while back, the gorgeous girl from 24. But she dumped his ass.
Here now read this article from ESPN
I dont know. I laughed at the move. But man... what a dumbass.
Monday, December 01, 2008
The trials of a cripple
Okay! Lets start a new Post...
Its Dec. 1st y'all. Most people by now might know i am crippled with a severely sprained ankle (Out 5 weeks with a hard cast: grade 2 or 3 spraining: meaning ligament tearing, potentially complete tear. Immobilization time required for ligaments to repair and heal at the correct length).
What this means is that I am now working from home, recommended by the Drogheda Lady of Lourdes Hospital that I do not go to work. I cant walk, and I cant drive. Im completely useless and hopeless. Im about 2 weeks into it with 3 weeks to go. And seriously I am cracking up, going bonkers... coo coo for cocoa puffs.
Lets start from the beginning first: I broke it almost 2.5 weeks ago, playing soccer, I was going in on goal, breakaway situation, tried to get around the goalie's left, he went for my legs, I jumped at an angle, and then landed, but very badly. At least in my final motion, I still scored the goal (Feckin Rights I scored). I didnt really break it though, as I have mentioned above, only the first doctor I saw suspected it might be slightly fractured, but it sounds better when I say it that way, and to be fair, 5.5 weeks is a very long time to have a disability due to sprain, which first of all questions the abilities or methods of these Irish doctors. 6 weeks is the healing time for a real fracture, for crying out loud.
So what is it like being completely useless and hopeless for weeks upon weeks?
Well for one, its a daily battle to keep my feet from smelling like bad French Cheese. When you have a cast on your foot and lower leg, its not allowed to get wet. Getting wet is a bad idea. Only problem is that feet sweat. Like ALOT. You know how youre feet start feeling unbearably grime after being forced to wear the same socks for two days in a row? Well I can say with no pride, that it feels like Ive been wearing the same sock for 2.5 weeks now. Its disgusting. Imagine what it will be like 2-3 weeks from now: Mushrooms could be growing in there, for all I know. The best I can do is carefully wash my toes with a warm towel, so at least the webbing of my toes are April Fresh. Even still, I cant wait to get this bastard of a thing off.
Not being allowed to get the cast wet also poses another daily (but now slowly waning to bi-daily ) obstacle: washing myself. I made the typical rookie mistake of thinking I could wrap my cast in plastic bags and then shower with the 'one leg in, one leg out' technique. This was very awkward though, converting a normally soothing activity into a strenuous one. Nobody wins here. After trying that out for a few days, I felt for the sake of the environment Id go to the bath route (Im saving in wasted plastic bags to cover my cast). And this was very good direction to go in. by propping my damaged foot on bath wall and letting it hang, there is no cause for discomfort. Its win win. The only downside is the perperation required.. but then again Im at home all the time, so no big deal.
Food is another challenge, because I might as well have the same challenges of an agrophobic (fear of outside, open spaces). Meaning Im stuck inside my place and cant move. Again I cant drive, and I can only last 10-20 mins on my crutches, so Im completely dependent on delivery. I got some sympathy in the first few weeks, with people visiting and giving me rides and dropping off food. People tend to forget you though after a week. Im a victim of media's 24 hour cycle and short attention spans. Hardly anyone visits anymore and so Im now forced to ration. Order chinese one day, Pizza another, and then maybe Indian the next. Hopefully someone will take me to groceries soon, because If I havent told you already, Ill tell you again, take out food is completely substandard in Ireland. But Beggers cant choose. As a kid I thought itd always be cool to get a cast. As an adult, its complete ass.
One final thing ( and please forgive me for being politically in-expedient for a second, but its true so Im saying it), Ireland for some reason only has the retard-kind of crutches, and nothing else. By retard-kind I mean like the ones Timmy uses in South Park, or the kids in Jerrys telethons; those elbow prop up metal kinds, where it hooks around your forearm, and it looks like I should be wearing a helmet. Unbelievable, these things are awkward as feck, Id take the good ol North American armpit crutches any day. I wonder if its because the Irish Nation Medical board thinks they are saving money by going this route... along with the stereotype image I have, as Jil would say, ...its bullshit.
Happy December everyone!
Its Dec. 1st y'all. Most people by now might know i am crippled with a severely sprained ankle (Out 5 weeks with a hard cast: grade 2 or 3 spraining: meaning ligament tearing, potentially complete tear. Immobilization time required for ligaments to repair and heal at the correct length).
What this means is that I am now working from home, recommended by the Drogheda Lady of Lourdes Hospital that I do not go to work. I cant walk, and I cant drive. Im completely useless and hopeless. Im about 2 weeks into it with 3 weeks to go. And seriously I am cracking up, going bonkers... coo coo for cocoa puffs.
Lets start from the beginning first: I broke it almost 2.5 weeks ago, playing soccer, I was going in on goal, breakaway situation, tried to get around the goalie's left, he went for my legs, I jumped at an angle, and then landed, but very badly. At least in my final motion, I still scored the goal (Feckin Rights I scored). I didnt really break it though, as I have mentioned above, only the first doctor I saw suspected it might be slightly fractured, but it sounds better when I say it that way, and to be fair, 5.5 weeks is a very long time to have a disability due to sprain, which first of all questions the abilities or methods of these Irish doctors. 6 weeks is the healing time for a real fracture, for crying out loud.
So what is it like being completely useless and hopeless for weeks upon weeks?
Well for one, its a daily battle to keep my feet from smelling like bad French Cheese. When you have a cast on your foot and lower leg, its not allowed to get wet. Getting wet is a bad idea. Only problem is that feet sweat. Like ALOT. You know how youre feet start feeling unbearably grime after being forced to wear the same socks for two days in a row? Well I can say with no pride, that it feels like Ive been wearing the same sock for 2.5 weeks now. Its disgusting. Imagine what it will be like 2-3 weeks from now: Mushrooms could be growing in there, for all I know. The best I can do is carefully wash my toes with a warm towel, so at least the webbing of my toes are April Fresh. Even still, I cant wait to get this bastard of a thing off.
Not being allowed to get the cast wet also poses another daily (but now slowly waning to bi-daily ) obstacle: washing myself. I made the typical rookie mistake of thinking I could wrap my cast in plastic bags and then shower with the 'one leg in, one leg out' technique. This was very awkward though, converting a normally soothing activity into a strenuous one. Nobody wins here. After trying that out for a few days, I felt for the sake of the environment Id go to the bath route (Im saving in wasted plastic bags to cover my cast). And this was very good direction to go in. by propping my damaged foot on bath wall and letting it hang, there is no cause for discomfort. Its win win. The only downside is the perperation required.. but then again Im at home all the time, so no big deal.
Food is another challenge, because I might as well have the same challenges of an agrophobic (fear of outside, open spaces). Meaning Im stuck inside my place and cant move. Again I cant drive, and I can only last 10-20 mins on my crutches, so Im completely dependent on delivery. I got some sympathy in the first few weeks, with people visiting and giving me rides and dropping off food. People tend to forget you though after a week. Im a victim of media's 24 hour cycle and short attention spans. Hardly anyone visits anymore and so Im now forced to ration. Order chinese one day, Pizza another, and then maybe Indian the next. Hopefully someone will take me to groceries soon, because If I havent told you already, Ill tell you again, take out food is completely substandard in Ireland. But Beggers cant choose. As a kid I thought itd always be cool to get a cast. As an adult, its complete ass.
One final thing ( and please forgive me for being politically in-expedient for a second, but its true so Im saying it), Ireland for some reason only has the retard-kind of crutches, and nothing else. By retard-kind I mean like the ones Timmy uses in South Park, or the kids in Jerrys telethons; those elbow prop up metal kinds, where it hooks around your forearm, and it looks like I should be wearing a helmet. Unbelievable, these things are awkward as feck, Id take the good ol North American armpit crutches any day. I wonder if its because the Irish Nation Medical board thinks they are saving money by going this route... along with the stereotype image I have, as Jil would say, ...its bullshit.
Happy December everyone!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
How to judge objectively..
I think I am pretty unique in the way I judge people. Most of us use looks, character, manners, a persons language, their temper, their attentiveness and of course most importantly a person's fashion sense. I use most of those too. But I actually add a few more that are more specific and off the beaten path, the road least travelled, if you will. This is just me though. These are deeply personal. :D
-Before we start, people have to agree that Brenda, Dylan, Kelly, Steve, Brandon, Andrea and Donna comprised the greatest cast ensemble in the complete unabridged records of Television. If you think Im missing someone, Im not, because that guy was a tool. He doesnt even deserve that name. He should be called Bronze. or Copper.
-I judge people based on their chopstick skills. I do. If you cant use chopsticks, sorry there is something about you to be left wanting. Full stop. Or you better have a bulletproof, water tight, goretex excuse like "you have no hands" or "you are mentally handicapped" or "you're country bred Irish". And for those who are, lets say, 'unconventional' or 'unorthodox' in their chopsticking (the cross chicken technique, and the low bridge hold technique, etc.), for example like a certain 'P to the Ham', well lets just say you are walking a razors edge...
- I judge also by one of the most polarizing topics in Pop Culture. MJ. Michael Jackson. Thriller has to be respected as the best album ever produced in the history of forever. There is no compromising on this. I dont care what he looks like now, he has Peter Pan disease and Vitelago skin botches, so he gets a pass. And even Cho, my Prince worshiping childhood friend will have to nod his head in quiet approval.
- Unattached earlobe? okay. Attached earlobe? Disgusting...
- If you were a fan of the Bulls during the late 80s and early 90s, a Cowboys fan during the 90s, then Im not sure I want to be your friend. Because this would mean you are a complete Poser. Or a Pana, whatever. Unfortunately two of my best friends fall into this category. Moreover, to add insult to injury, they are Yankees fans too. Unbelievable what i put up with sometimes for the sake of best friends. (80s Oilers fans, and 80s-90s 49ers fans are okay though. I like those teams thats why)
- Uggs. If you wear Uggs outside of the confines of your home (for other than feet warming abilities)? Im sorry but its quite possible youre on the rickety path to Stephon Marbury levels of douchbaginess, in my books, and that is not a good thing. Uggs ( and the close cousin, the rubber rain boots with fancy print) are 2000s version of Disco one piece suits with butterfly collar. Like seriously, I bet sometimes people in the higher echelons of fashion sometimes have ' I dare you' bets for the laugh, and then awkwardly are visaibly uncomfortable when they create a uncontrollabe monster trend with the sheep followers of no soul society. Fluorescent tops? Acid wash jeans? Piano key Ties? Mens Leather pants? Crocs? Chicks with jeans to the belly button? Everyone knows how retarded they look now. Im just sayin...
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-Before we start, people have to agree that Brenda, Dylan, Kelly, Steve, Brandon, Andrea and Donna comprised the greatest cast ensemble in the complete unabridged records of Television. If you think Im missing someone, Im not, because that guy was a tool. He doesnt even deserve that name. He should be called Bronze. or Copper.
-I judge people based on their chopstick skills. I do. If you cant use chopsticks, sorry there is something about you to be left wanting. Full stop. Or you better have a bulletproof, water tight, goretex excuse like "you have no hands" or "you are mentally handicapped" or "you're country bred Irish". And for those who are, lets say, 'unconventional' or 'unorthodox' in their chopsticking (the cross chicken technique, and the low bridge hold technique, etc.), for example like a certain 'P to the Ham', well lets just say you are walking a razors edge...
- I judge also by one of the most polarizing topics in Pop Culture. MJ. Michael Jackson. Thriller has to be respected as the best album ever produced in the history of forever. There is no compromising on this. I dont care what he looks like now, he has Peter Pan disease and Vitelago skin botches, so he gets a pass. And even Cho, my Prince worshiping childhood friend will have to nod his head in quiet approval.
- Unattached earlobe? okay. Attached earlobe? Disgusting...
- If you were a fan of the Bulls during the late 80s and early 90s, a Cowboys fan during the 90s, then Im not sure I want to be your friend. Because this would mean you are a complete Poser. Or a Pana, whatever. Unfortunately two of my best friends fall into this category. Moreover, to add insult to injury, they are Yankees fans too. Unbelievable what i put up with sometimes for the sake of best friends. (80s Oilers fans, and 80s-90s 49ers fans are okay though. I like those teams thats why)
- Uggs. If you wear Uggs outside of the confines of your home (for other than feet warming abilities)? Im sorry but its quite possible youre on the rickety path to Stephon Marbury levels of douchbaginess, in my books, and that is not a good thing. Uggs ( and the close cousin, the rubber rain boots with fancy print) are 2000s version of Disco one piece suits with butterfly collar. Like seriously, I bet sometimes people in the higher echelons of fashion sometimes have ' I dare you' bets for the laugh, and then awkwardly are visaibly uncomfortable when they create a uncontrollabe monster trend with the sheep followers of no soul society. Fluorescent tops? Acid wash jeans? Piano key Ties? Mens Leather pants? Crocs? Chicks with jeans to the belly button? Everyone knows how retarded they look now. Im just sayin...
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Saturday, November 08, 2008
"Yo... where the white women at?"
That would be the answer to the question: What does Barack Obama aks when he enters a room from now on?
4 years ago I posted how personally devastated I was after the last election, however illogical that may sound since Im not even American, and how it actually dominated my dreams the night of before waking up to find out the results. This time around, happily it was the exact opposite. Now bring on the "Sarah Palin is so dumb... " jokes.
"Sarah Palin is soooo dumb, she thought the capital of China was Chinatown.." (Thank you Daily Show for that one. I spit up my drink seriously) God love her.
Also loving the fact that the new chief of staff is Entourage's Ari Gold's brother. Like for real. For the past 2 months I have been absolutely ADDICTED to the online election coverage. Id get home, and first Id check out the previous nites Daily Show episode. Then I would move on to CNN and check out there video collection. Then I would move on to MSNBC and check out the videos from Morning Joe, Hardball, Countdown and Rachel Meadows. And somewhere in between, Id eat, if I remember. This went on every day since I arrived back into Ireland in September. Mad. (Mad as in crazy, not Mad as in angry. Im Irish now, obviously). In between I didnt even realize that Canada had an election somewhere in between. No one even told me. However I did know exactly what Nailin Palin was doin every minute of every hour. Then in the morning, we would discuss these events with Irish lads over coffee break, highlighting how far reaching this event has become. On the weekend then, I watch the latest Real Time with Bill Maher episode from Friday night. In some ways its was a pleasant routine. No idea what Im going to do now... write on my blog maybe.. nahhhhhhhh..
4 years ago I posted how personally devastated I was after the last election, however illogical that may sound since Im not even American, and how it actually dominated my dreams the night of before waking up to find out the results. This time around, happily it was the exact opposite. Now bring on the "Sarah Palin is so dumb... " jokes.
"Sarah Palin is soooo dumb, she thought the capital of China was Chinatown.." (Thank you Daily Show for that one. I spit up my drink seriously) God love her.
Also loving the fact that the new chief of staff is Entourage's Ari Gold's brother. Like for real. For the past 2 months I have been absolutely ADDICTED to the online election coverage. Id get home, and first Id check out the previous nites Daily Show episode. Then I would move on to CNN and check out there video collection. Then I would move on to MSNBC and check out the videos from Morning Joe, Hardball, Countdown and Rachel Meadows. And somewhere in between, Id eat, if I remember. This went on every day since I arrived back into Ireland in September. Mad. (Mad as in crazy, not Mad as in angry. Im Irish now, obviously). In between I didnt even realize that Canada had an election somewhere in between. No one even told me. However I did know exactly what Nailin Palin was doin every minute of every hour. Then in the morning, we would discuss these events with Irish lads over coffee break, highlighting how far reaching this event has become. On the weekend then, I watch the latest Real Time with Bill Maher episode from Friday night. In some ways its was a pleasant routine. No idea what Im going to do now... write on my blog maybe.. nahhhhhhhh..
Friday, October 31, 2008
Woeful and Poor
I dont think anyone reads this thing anymore. I have probably contributed to that, some. Need to write gooder and more frequenter in order for anyone to be compelled to visit but I do have the worst case of writers block, lasting almost a few months, and simultaneously Ive lost my humor. Where did my baby go? I wonder where she ran off to. And Its not like I dont have anything to write about. I do. My sister got married over 2 months ago for example, and have since moved on to New Zealand. It was an exhausting wedding for me, I now shudder at the prospect of ever doing a 3 event wedding ever again, but that being said, still thoroughly fulfilling simultaneously, it was my sister getting married after all. It cant get much more special... more special than my own probably, because I reckon mine, with personally ingrained farouche tendencies, would be spontaneous and exclusive during a random getaway (I can only gather).
Then I went to New York for a few days with Lisa and Sofi. And ran my first distance race. Somehow surviving without injury, which is a huge accomplisment by itself becuase, well I have bad feet. For real. Not bad as in ugly, (personally I believe I could be a foot model), but bad as in they do not react favorably to long distance concrete running. They are much more in favor of long distance sponge floor running, but alas the world is not paved with gymnastic mats, as fun and practical as that may sound. Then I went to Scotland, Edinburgh and Glasglow for work... visiting both cities for the first time in almost 9 years. This was trippy because both were the first European cities I had ever visited, and therefore held a delightful mark in my memories, and now being forced to contrast to my current biases (Edinburgh still holds up.. Glasglow, not so much). Then there was a weekend in Sardinia Italy, meeting up with the Pachows as an interlude to their Italian honeymoon. Of course it rained for the first time in like a 100 days just when we arrived, but hey, the craic was still mighty.
Now Ive regressed, and thankfully remembered to post on this very Halloween night with no plans. If I waited till tomorrow, Martins bday, then I would of broken one of my few most cherished rules. Post at least once a month. Phew, I have grown to be largely pathetic, I admit, but at least i made one save... but really with no audience, Im practically writing to myself.
Mini highlights of the last 3 months;
- Purchased a blu ray player. Im now addicted to everything HD because Im enthralled at just the chance of watching beads of sweat roll down someones nose in intimate detail. Also counting down the days to the release of WALL-E.
- While training for the New York Human race, I once ran 3 days in a row, which is like a huge record for me.
- Its Halloween, and I love the fact that there are no kids that live near my apartment. I rule.
- Going to watch the new James Bond tonight. Yes this is a highlight.
- Over the last 3 months, I cant for the life of me, stop listening to Glas Vegas, MGMT and Vampire Weekend. And usually I get sick of songs rather quickly.
- I successfully pulled off my first mid game soccer step overs last week, without looking like an idiot in slow mo, or tripping over the ball mid stream, that is.
- I can no longer hold my liquor. 3 weeks in a row I have gone out on Friday night, and the next morning felt like a pair baboon balls. Im old.
- Was scolded for wearing jeans that were light blue, although the scolder insisted that they are white. White jeans? are you like for real? Well, that scolder is deluded and has occasional lapses in fashion sense, so I paid no mind.
- Its been two months since I have purchase an article of clothing, which is alike another huge record for me.
- On a related note, tomorrow Im off to Belfast. Might buy some Uggs, if I find them.
Then I went to New York for a few days with Lisa and Sofi. And ran my first distance race. Somehow surviving without injury, which is a huge accomplisment by itself becuase, well I have bad feet. For real. Not bad as in ugly, (personally I believe I could be a foot model), but bad as in they do not react favorably to long distance concrete running. They are much more in favor of long distance sponge floor running, but alas the world is not paved with gymnastic mats, as fun and practical as that may sound. Then I went to Scotland, Edinburgh and Glasglow for work... visiting both cities for the first time in almost 9 years. This was trippy because both were the first European cities I had ever visited, and therefore held a delightful mark in my memories, and now being forced to contrast to my current biases (Edinburgh still holds up.. Glasglow, not so much). Then there was a weekend in Sardinia Italy, meeting up with the Pachows as an interlude to their Italian honeymoon. Of course it rained for the first time in like a 100 days just when we arrived, but hey, the craic was still mighty.
Now Ive regressed, and thankfully remembered to post on this very Halloween night with no plans. If I waited till tomorrow, Martins bday, then I would of broken one of my few most cherished rules. Post at least once a month. Phew, I have grown to be largely pathetic, I admit, but at least i made one save... but really with no audience, Im practically writing to myself.
Mini highlights of the last 3 months;
- Purchased a blu ray player. Im now addicted to everything HD because Im enthralled at just the chance of watching beads of sweat roll down someones nose in intimate detail. Also counting down the days to the release of WALL-E.
- While training for the New York Human race, I once ran 3 days in a row, which is like a huge record for me.
- Its Halloween, and I love the fact that there are no kids that live near my apartment. I rule.
- Going to watch the new James Bond tonight. Yes this is a highlight.
- Over the last 3 months, I cant for the life of me, stop listening to Glas Vegas, MGMT and Vampire Weekend. And usually I get sick of songs rather quickly.
- I successfully pulled off my first mid game soccer step overs last week, without looking like an idiot in slow mo, or tripping over the ball mid stream, that is.
- I can no longer hold my liquor. 3 weeks in a row I have gone out on Friday night, and the next morning felt like a pair baboon balls. Im old.
- Was scolded for wearing jeans that were light blue, although the scolder insisted that they are white. White jeans? are you like for real? Well, that scolder is deluded and has occasional lapses in fashion sense, so I paid no mind.
- Its been two months since I have purchase an article of clothing, which is alike another huge record for me.
- On a related note, tomorrow Im off to Belfast. Might buy some Uggs, if I find them.
Monday, September 29, 2008
As the world turns..
Its been over 6 weeks since I wrote last, and there is a bunch that I yet still have to chronicle; Sisters Wedding, trip to New York, trip to Scotland, trip to Sardinia. Ill get to it I promise... A great 3 week period, but Im just a little exhausted from all of it...
Im also occupied at the moment, by the unbelievable drama going on right now in the world... holy fack... pardon my German... but you have to understand how fascinating this whole story is right now, its big: the financial collapse coupled with the US Election and the side storys and peripheral plots and multiple arcs (Palin a deer in headlights, global markets crashing, credit markets and bank liquidity evaporating to shit, Bush getting his bailout squashed because a few republicans got their feelings hurt by the house speakers speech, McCain doing his best trying not to look desperate, and Obama trying to maintain posture throughout all this ridiculousness) Like who needs to watch primetime TV anymore, whats going on in real life is much more intriguing... I know its unwise to curb to the current news "global financial collapse, great depression" promotion ... we are hit by it so widely and frequently, it feels like another 'Iraq War' propaganda campaign. Still... i cant get enough right now... I just cant get enough...
back to CNN online, and refresh Google news..
Im also occupied at the moment, by the unbelievable drama going on right now in the world... holy fack... pardon my German... but you have to understand how fascinating this whole story is right now, its big: the financial collapse coupled with the US Election and the side storys and peripheral plots and multiple arcs (Palin a deer in headlights, global markets crashing, credit markets and bank liquidity evaporating to shit, Bush getting his bailout squashed because a few republicans got their feelings hurt by the house speakers speech, McCain doing his best trying not to look desperate, and Obama trying to maintain posture throughout all this ridiculousness) Like who needs to watch primetime TV anymore, whats going on in real life is much more intriguing... I know its unwise to curb to the current news "global financial collapse, great depression" promotion ... we are hit by it so widely and frequently, it feels like another 'Iraq War' propaganda campaign. Still... i cant get enough right now... I just cant get enough...
back to CNN online, and refresh Google news..
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