feb3
well... yo soy esta in el trabajo again-o... its almost superbowl time again boy-o's!!! spectacular!!! a little side note... the party isn't gonna be this friday any-mas... a multitude of reasons i can't legally discuss in "public"... yipes... yesterday was my mom and joel's b-day... (so happy birfday?) i'm sure plenty of other people had birthday's yesterday too... but those people obviously don't matter enough to be listed here... as if this site really had any bearing where if you weren't mentioned, society would no longer view you as a respectable human being and would label you as an outcast with no hope or prospect for the future... that is, of course, an understatement... people in this great society of ours have killed/been killed for far less... far less... and to that i raise my glass (of great taste, less filling miller lite), drape myself in clothing produced by 7-year olds working for a bountiful $.35/day, and bust out the 64 pack of crayola crayons, something that those "third-worlders" can only dream about while we tell them that they're not living their lives the way they should be dammit!! and thank god for that... who knows where those barbarians would be without the marvelous u.s.of.a. to "guide" them!... sorry... i've been reading America (the book) by the unparalleled Jon Stewart a lot lately... me thinks it may be the best book i've ever read... or contemplated reading... if you haven't checked it... than check it... i think its seriously HIGHlarious!!! anyway... recently... haven't been doin a whole hella lot... been working... and classing... missed my first class of the semester today... can't let myself get into that ol' ditty again... its a-rough to get out of a rut (spelled fa-net-ick-lee... cuz i'm a fucking retard...) at least i don't stutter... geez... what did they do that god hates them so much?... j/k... Q. hey dave. where ya going? A. straight to hell... yeeeeeeeeah... that's no good... we got joel some shot-glasses for his b-day... we=jeff and me... and we each picked one up for ourselves along the way... joel's read: "cheers to 21 years"... (its funny because he's not?) and "bottom's up" (with a picture of a female's hienie on it... tehe) than jeff got one with a skull and x-bones on it... and i got one that read "i <3 sluts"... truthful at the very least... got a butt-load of "evil looks" from this one like 13yearold girl at the mall too... that was a-rough... but funny none-the-less... no other real news to report chief... other than i have another new hero... marv levy... the old bills head coach... i never really gave him the time of day until i read an article on nfl.com today at work... i'll post the article... and pray i don't get arrested for somekind of copyright/illegal thingy-ma-bober... anyway... here's the "sidenote" from marv levy's article:...
MARV: OUT OF BOUNDS
Marv Levy knows a lot about other stuff besides football. Each week, Levy will touch on a non-football topic as part of his column.
If there are any young readers about to enter college who are still uncertain about what field to major in, I offer some earnest advice. Forget about becoming a doctor, teacher, lawyer or businessman. Instead, seek a role as a certified critic.
By doing this, you can exude wisdom. You can wallow in self-righteousness while remaining personally immune from being criticized yourself. You can always be right. When someone else does something that doesn't work, all you have to do is come up with some form of reasoning to illustrate how you would have done it differenly. You will be able to work in a comfortable environment while always being in close proximity to your computer where you can check your email.
You can receive responses to your sternly stated opinions and feel free to publicize those that extol your perceptiveness while, in a magnanimous show of fair play, you can even pay note to those who disagree with you (provided that the nature of their retort indicates what buffoons they are).
Whenever your words of acid disapproval are vindicated, you can triumphantly remind the world how farseeing you are. And if your views somehow prove to be errant, all you need to do is ignore the outcome and move quickly on to the next target of your acrimony.
So far it's been a lot of fun, hasn't it? Not only that, but you can get paid for all this!
You're being made aware this wonderful opportunity now. I wasn't as fortunate. It was only following my retirement after 47 years of coaching that I realized, while working as a comentator sitting in a press box or television studio or at home in front of a TV, how much smarter I had become regarding how to win a football game than I was back when I had stood along the sidelines during the heat of a contest.
