Tom is Away

rotisserie pork = massive success. wish I could eat it while I sleep.

making the house look presentable, so that people can come over tomorrow and mess it all up.

rubbing up a pork butt.

semi-arbitrary prediction: by the end of the season, a large percentage of Eagles fans will have turned against Desean Jackson.

I slept through my alarm for 30 minutes before waking up. I do not regret it.

turned on 610 just for a few minutes to hear updates on the Oswalt trade, and instead I heard a caller blaming the Phillies recent extended slump on long-term psychological and nerve damage incurred from exposure to the flea and tick medications Pat Burrell used to apply to his bulldog. He was not joking.

fridge overflowing. guaranteed to be underflowing within a few days.

figuring out the menu for a saturday bbq

Believe it or not, Titanic 2 exists

even in the reporter query emails, MTV people write in all caps. That seems pretty indicative of their whole identity.

Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid it is.
whiskey supply dangerously low. Sipping on dregs.

looking for a western on netflix instant watching. got a hankering for a glass of whiskey and some gunplay.

hoping the computer works in the classroom, because otherwise, tonight’s class will be a disaster.

continuing with the theme that sports coverage generally makes me like sports less: if anything demonstrates the futility of a 24 hour sports news cycle, it’s the fact that some Cowboys rookie not carrying another guy’s pads has been a top story for 3 days. christ, people, it just doesn’t matter.

about to begin a charge on the giant books that are weighing down my shelves.

worst story idea ever pitched/researched via this reporter mailing list:

“Would the Holocaust have happened if Facebook had been around in the 30s?”

stalling

getting ready for the Phils game — only 6 games left for our group this year (unless there are playoffs to go to…)

conversations I could have lived without overhearing: a family on the train debating whether their trip last summer was to Williamburgh, VA or WilliamSburgh, VA

when planning our wedding, I wish we’d taken into account that our anniversary would occur only 2 weeks after her birthday. gift-giving dilemmas abound.