Tom is Away

A paragraph from the new story I’m working on, in which my 1st person narrator discusses some know-nothing know-it-all on a Greyhound bus:



"I know too many guys like him. He probably has a blog on the Internet, a little journal that he urges his friends to visit regularly, so they don’t miss any of his frequent entries. He updates it anytime he comes up with a witty remark that has to be recorded for posterity, or if he has a misinformed rant about gay marriage or the right way to shoe a horse or the latest soap opera involving the Los Angeles Lakers. He’s a jack-of-all-trades; a Renaissance man fortunately born in the Information Age, when everyone has the ability to both accesses and disseminate misinformation freely."



Even though that may reflect poorly on me, the irony was too much for me to pass up.

Finally done a respectable draft of this damn story. One more draft, and i might have something worth reading.

ESPN’s list of athlete’s new year’s resolutions.



Most of these will probably only be funny to you if you’re at least a bit familiar with sports… but if you are, you should enjoy these.

the lyrics to the Cincinnati Bengals: fight song:



Hear that Bengal growlin’ mean and angry

Hear he comes a prowlin’ lean and hungry

An offensive brute

Run, pass or boot

And defensively he’s rough, tough

Cincinnati Bengals

That’s the team we’re going to cheer to victory

Touchdown Bengals get some points upon that board

And win a game for Cincinnati





download it here. It sounds even worse than it looks.

slow start today, but now it’s back to work.



For those who count on me for entertainment while working, I promise I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled wit and hilarity as soon as I’m done with this story. Until then, watch reruns of Eek the Cat or My Mother the Car or something.

asleep.. maybe I can actually have a presentable draft of this story done by tomorrow afternoon?

damn you, Soviet Union, for being the answer that cost us a trivia night championship, in what was yet another heartbreaking loss.

The NFL Hall of Fame has a rule by which players cannot be elected into the Hall of Fame until at least 5 years after their retirement. Apparently, some people are upset that they won’t waive that rule in order to elect Reggie White into the Hall of fame this year, rather than next years, when he becomes eligible.

Two things:



1. He would already have been elected into the Hall of Fame if "God" hadn’t told him to sign on for that farce of a season with the Carolina Panthers.

2. What’s the rush in getting him there? He’s dead now. He won’t know the difference, and I’m sure his wife doesn’t give a damn if it’s this year or next.

i know, i know, my messages have either been boring or absent lately. I’ve been busy, and I’m finally getting some good work done.. so live with it.

I’m revising.

God, I hate "Family Circus"

the wax exhibit mentioned in my previous message, by the way, was apparently shut down when a visitor to the museum punched the wax figure of David Beckham in the face.

Earlier this month, the famous Madame Tussaud’s was museum in London unveiled a nativity scene, featuring the following wax characters: George W. Bush and Tony Blair as wise men; Samuel L. Jackson, and Hugh Grant as shepherds; Kylie Minogue hovering above the scene as an angel; and soccer star David Beckham and his wife Victoria (aka Posh Spice) as Joseph and the Virgin Mary. No word on whether or not the baby Jesus was portrayed by Mini-me.

back to work… well, after a big bowl of trix, and possibly a shower

god damn am I tired.

I am away from my computer right now.

sleeping, and hopefully my alarm will work today, so I can get up before 1.

finally done a draft of that story that’s been killing me for the whole damn break. And it’s not even 4 AM yet.

Now, time to put in another 20 hours of revisions, and I’ll have something worth reading.

I am away from my computer right now.

my idea for a new reality show:

A Bachelor-type of looking for romance show called "You Complete Me," in which all of the contestants are amputees.



And don’t act like Fox wouldn’t air it.

my idea for a new reality show:

A Bachelor-type of looing for romance show called "You Complete Me," in which all of the contestants are amputees.



And don’t act like Fox wouldn’t air it.